#diego hargreeves one shot

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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.

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AN: it's unedited scrap hour

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Gloves- Diego Hargreeves

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Characters: Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: N/A

Request: @gatefleet - Hello lovely Could I request an Imagine; Being the only person Diego Hargreaves can stand to be around for more than 2 hours without getting frustrated/annoyed <3

Word Count: 532

Author: Charlotte

Your knees were curled up to your chest as you rested your book on top of them, letting yourself become lost within the pages of the novel. You had lost track of how long you were sat there, but the backroom in the boxing club was surprisingly quiet and peaceful, even if a little smelly. Normally no one but the occupant was allowed in there, but you were the exception.

The door swung up, making a loud bang as it hit the wall, knocking you back into reality. Diego stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him.

You shot up from your seat in the corner of the room, clutching the book to your chest, having been shocked by his sudden entrance into the room.

“What are you doing in here?” Diego snapped.

Your eyes were wide as random syllables escaped your lips as you tried to think clearly. “Do you want me to leave?”

With a sigh, he shook his head. He slipped off his gloves throwing them onto the messy dresser top, likely losing them to the collection of rubbish that had been accumulated on it.

“No,” he frowned. “I enjoy your company.”

A smile curled onto your lips. “Wait, did you see that?”

He looked around, confused. “See what?”

“The pig flying,” you chuckled. “I thought that it had to be a miracle for Diego Hargreeves to enjoy the company of someone.”

Diego shot you a glare. To the uninformed, it would have been a terrifying look but having been friends with him for quite some time, you knew it was meant to be playful and relaxed.

“I could change my mind about letting you hide out in my room when you’re meant to be training,” he stated.

“You’d never subject me to that,” you smiled. “I don’t even want to train, but my dad thinks that I showed potential, or some shit and I am now stuck coming here every night to appease him and stop my daddy issues from getting worse.”

With a smirk on his face, he went to speak but you stopped him from speaking by holding out a hand in front of you.

“No comments on the daddy issues.”

He raised his hands at you in defence, unloading all his hidden pockets of knives and other weapons he had used whilst not so secretly running around as the city’s vigilante.

“Get much done tonight?” You asked. “Catch any criminals? Stop any crimes? Or did you just drive the batmobile around?”

This time the glare he shot at you wasn’t as playful.

“I’d kick batman’s ass,” he stated.

“I never took you as a comedian, Diego, but now, that was funny.”

He threw one of his balled-up gloves at you, hitting you in the shoulder. You attempted to throw it back but missed him completely.

“Sometimes I wonder why I decided to take pity on the weakest fighter in this place and let you treat under my bed as a library.”

You plopped back down in the seat you had previously been in, planning to get a couple more chapters read before you headed off.

“It’s because you don’t know how to make friends.”

[aasterisck]

diego hargreeves x reader - one shot (angst)

“I'm sorry, okay!” she’s breathing heavily, tears in her eyes, not looking up at him as she drops her head, “I’m sorry,” she repeats.

She’s on her knees in front of him, his eyes glaring at her, as her hair covers her face. He wipes at his bloody lip, the blade floating inches from her head. Her sobs are quiet as he clenches his jaw, his fists tightly holding blades. They’re bloodied, an argument turned physical all because of decisions he’s made. Yet, he’s the one threatening the life of the one he loves, all because she couldn’t take losing him once again.

“I'm sorry, Diego,” she whimpers, “I was afraid…I am afraid,” her hands are clenched on her leg before she places them on the ground sobbing and he moves the blade back, afraid she’s getting too close. “I don’t want to lose you Diego. Not again!” She looks up at him and he steps back.

The tears stain her face, the blood dripping from the various cuts. The inner corner of his eyebrows raise looking at the damage he’s done. Knowing this isn’t a first fight for them, but always hoping it could be the last.

“What are you afraid of?” He knows the answer to his question but he watches her as her eyes sadly look away. She shakes her head before looking down and sitting on her ankles again. With a sigh she stands up, she doesn’t look at him instead she walks past him. “Wait, (y/n) please,” he turns to look at her, but she continues walking.

The glass crunches under her feet as she walks through the abandoned shopping center. Although he hoped it wouldn’t turn into a fight, he knew it’d be best to fight somewhere that is already broken. So the moment he brought her here she knew something was off and his stutter didn’t help him much either. He’s lucky she gives him a chance to explain but he’s used up too much of his luck without care for her patience.

She stops walking, her head still lowered and he steps towards her, “I hope the next person you find can hold onto you a little longer,” she sighs, her voice shaky as she holds back tears. “I do love you Diego,” she looks at him with a sad smile before turning back around and walking out of the dark building.

[hihomeghere]

One Bed : Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Part of the Tesoro Series (Can be read as a one shot)

Word Count : 3.7K Summary : After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. Aged up!Five. ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters ) Warnings : Smut, cursing, mentions of headaches

“Damn It!” You groaned, leaning on your knees, your chest heaved. You changed back into yourself. Happy to be back in your body instead of a very hairy man with a limp. Your head pounded, you should have been more careful. After barely getting any sleep last night you should have known better than to push your abilities. You coughed, spitting bile out onto the pavement in front of you. A crackle of blue light appeared next to you before Five flew out of the portal. He was equally out of breath.

“Where did they go?” He turned to you, throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know,” you spit glaring at him, your emotions running high, “he disappeared.” You waved in front of you. Your lungs screamed, drinking in oxygen in deep breaths, letting your lungs inflate to their limit before breathing out again. 

“Disappeared?” He yelled, whipping his head to look at you. His hair falling out of his neat side part. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a strangled scream.

“Where were you huh?” You hissed, narrowing your eyes “You could have blinked after him if you were here!” He glared at you, his face scrunched into a sour expression.

“God you are unbelievable!” He groaned, clenching his fists. His hands glowed blue before fizzling out, “I pushed myself too hard, I barely made it back to you!” You huffed rolling your eyes. Fighting would get you nowhere, Five loved arguing. When there was a fire lit in him he was an eternal flame, furning for days on end. Once you had stolen his favorite coffee mug, for no other reason than he had said something to piss you off. That was a week of hell you never wanted to relive.

“Look,” you took a breath, “we’re both tired, let’s just go find a hotel and get some rest.” You put your hands up in defeat.

He clenched his jaw, the muscle tightening. He huffed looking around.

“Fine, but you’ll follow my plan tomorrow, got it?” He pointed a finger at you. You didn’t know if it was his age, but the way he would scold you like a child drove you insane. 

“Fine.” You said through gritted teeth. “Shall we?” You asked motioning to your parked car. He moved past you, hitting your shoulder as he went. You sighed following him, hurt blooming in your chest. You hung your head as you walk to the car.

He stopped, turning back to look at you. You didn’t have the best poker face, not with him at least. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He bit his lip, guilt washing over him in waves. 

Five had always been in agreement with himself, being alone in the apocalypse there was no room for second guessing. It was live or die every second of every day. When a simple infection from a paper cut could have as easily killed him as a broken bone, Five was always thinking ten steps ahead. Even after the commission picked him up his survival instincts hadn’t fully gone away. Whether he was in the field or not, his primal instincts still had him making decisions quickly and with no room for reflection. This was his way of life, learning layouts of offices, the nearest escape routes. Until you barged into his life.

With you, Five was constantly second guessing his actions. Normally he wouldn’t have given a shit if he was abrasive, cold or unfriendly. He didn’t come to make friends, he came to save the world. He had a job to do, and more importantly a plan. To get back to his family and stop the apocalypse. You were never a part of that plan. He had already calculated his steps when you came in throwing in three more steps to an already difficult dance. Sashaying your way into his life and heart. 

He walked in front of you, cursing himself as he opened up the door of the 1977 Isuzu Gemini SL Coupe. He gave you a small smile as you got in. He closed the door behind you before walking to the driver side and getting in. 

You drove in silence, leaning your head on the window. It throbbed from having to change into so many people. You rubbed your temple, praying for a shower and a warm bed.

Five’s hands gripped the wheel, he was spent. His body ached and the cramp in his shoulder was getting worse as he drove. The stress probably wasn’t helping. He stole glances at you every once and awhile. The only thing illuminating your face was the street lights as he passed under them. 

He sighed under his breath, he shouldn’t have snapped at you. And it’s not like he was mad at you, he was mad at himself. He had let the guy get away, he had been worried about your safety. He had lost you at the beginning of the warehouse. The whole time he had been jumping around looking for you instead of the target. He knew he had made a mistake, using his powers for his personal gain instead of the mission. If the handler only knew, he would never be assigned with you again. Good thing she didn’t. As much as he tried to deny it he had started to enjoy working with you. You helped him maintain his humanity, like Delores had. You two were very similar, both kind, selfless, always thinking ahead. He admired your ability to stay true to your heart, even in your line of business.

He pulled off into a parking lot. Passing the glowing red sign that blinked vacancy. He rolled into a parking spot, putting the car in park. You both sat in silence, you sighed looking into the hotel lobby.

“I-“ Five started before cutting himself off, you raised your head looking at him. He stared straight ahead, his hand lazily draped on the wheel. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his gaze dropped to his lap.

“It’s ok.” You said touching his arm, “We’re both tired and overworked.” You looked over at him, your head throbbed. You shut your eyes covering them with your hand.

“Is it your head?” He asked, looking over at you. You nodded tears pricking in your eyes, “Hey, let’s get inside.” He said squeezing your shoulder. You nodded, wiping away tears that slipped past your eyelashes. Five opened the door, stepping out of the car. You followed him into the hotel lobby, the bell ringing as Five opened the door. 

You winced, sitting down on a leather chair. The fake leather had started to crack, you mindlessly picked at the flakes. The orange carpet under your shoes had multiple stains, you wrinkled your nose in disgust. 

Five walked up to the counter, his hand hovered over the bell before he looked back at you. He put his hand back into his pocket and leaned on the counter.

“Hello?” He said looking around. An older man walked out, he had a full unkempt mustache. Frizzy hair to his jaw, his tall body squeezed into a tweed suit. “One room please.” He said handing him twenty bucks. The man nodded, plucking a key off the wall behind him. He handed it to him, Five turned the red pass over in his hands. He walked back over to you, your head in your hands. His heart squeezed in his chest, he needed to get you to bed. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on,” he said, helping you to your feet. You gripped his bicep, leaning on him. Any sense of pride had left your body when your headache started. He led you to your room, putting the key in the hole. He had to jiggle it slightly before the lock gave out.

Fives face fell as he took in the room. Only one bed. 

“Damn it.” He muttered, shaking his head, you walked over to the bed. Sinking down onto it as you reached down to untie your shoes. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said matter of factly, sighing.

“Five.” He looked into your tired eyes. “We’re both adults, just take the other side of the bed.” You shrugged off your suit jacket, pushing yourself off the bed. You pulled out a hanger and hung your suit jacket up. You unzipped your pants, Five felt heat creep up his neck. You had undressed in front of him before, why did this bother him so much? You unbutton your blouse, hanging it up as well. God, your head hurts. It was no longer throbbing, but pounding. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” You mumbled walking to the bathroom. 

Five sat down on the edge of the bed. He untied his shoes, setting them down next to the bedside table. He listened to the shower turn on, your soft voice humming as the rings of the shower curtain scraped across the metal bar. Five swallowed, his mind started to wander. He imagined you washing your body. The suds over your breasts, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water washed over you. He felt his dick jump in his pants. He pictured your hands traveling lower down your body, over your soft stomach, reaching between your legs. His dick was standing at attention now. He had a good couple minutes before you would be out. He reached down, rubbing himself through his pants. He could only imagine your hands instead of his, your hot breath fanning over his neck, lips, ear. He leaned back, letting his back hit the bed. He tugged at his belt, undoing the buckle. He unbuttoned his pants pulling them down with his underwear. His dick, no longer confined to his pants, sprung free onto his stomach. He spit into his hand, lubricating his dick. He ran his palm over the tip, once, twice, before he noticed the water had turned off. He quickly pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. He stood up walking over to the window, pulling back the thin green curtain. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

You opened the door. Your hair still slightly damp, you had a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. He turned slightly to look at you. You smiled at him, the windows low light illuminating him perfectly. He was reminiscent of a painting of an angel, the hotel sign acting as holy rays behind him. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“All yours.” You sighed happily, throwing yourself onto the shitty mattress. The box spring whined as your body hit it. He nodded before taking a couple steps to the bathroom. 

You laid back, combing through your hair with your fingers. You slipped under the covers, the throbbing in your head was now only a slight ache. You heard the water turn on, and shut off after a few minutes. Five opened the door, a towel hung low on his waist. Your eyes traveled down his body, for his toned chest to his firm stomach. You took in all his scars, one above his belly button, it looked like an old knife wound. Your eyes traveled further to his v, a small patch of hair leading from his chest to his hips. You looked away, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He was drying his hair with a towel so thankfully he didn’t see you ogling him. He walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. He sank down, the bed dipping with his weight. He laid back, his arm brushing against yours. Electricity flew up your arm.

“Night.” You said softly, he hummed in response. You rolled over, away from him. Looking out the window, listening to his breathing.

-

When you woke up, it was still dark. The sun hadn’t come up but the sky was turning more of a light blue. You felt Five’s warm arm wrapped around your waist, and Five’s breath fanning across your neck. His hand was splayed out over your stomach, holding you tightly against him. You sighed contently, enjoying the closeness to the man you had come to develop feelings for. Although any pure thoughts disappeared when he rolled his hips against your ass. A low groan left his throat, which seemed to shoot directly to your core. 

You froze, you could feel his erection pressing against you. Experimentally you rolled your hips back into his, he moaned nuzzling your neck.

The angel on your shoulder yelled in your ear to wake him up. You savored the feeling, trying to memorize exactly how he felt against you, saving the memory for a later time when you were alone in your apartment, before you nudged him slightly.

“Hmmm?” He mumbled into your ear.

“Five, wake up.” You said nudging him again. He jolted up, taking in the situation. 

“Oh god,” he said, pulling away from you, his voice gravely from sleep. “Jesus, I didn’t mean, if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way I-“ he groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Five. It’s ok,” You said, pulling his hand away. Looking at him in the low light, he was breathless, a light layer of perspiration on his body. Your mouth watered as you took him in. “If you wanted to, I wouldn't be opposed…” you trailed off your eyes locking onto his face. He froze, his lips slightly parted. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He stared down at his hands, deep in thought. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything.” He said softly, you smiled. For a man who was always so self-assured, he seemed so unsure of himself.

“I’m offering. This is just to get some relief, no strings attached.” You said biting your lip, you untied your robe. Letting it fall around your body. Now having no protection from the cold night air, you felt your nipples harden. Five’s eyes raked over your body, you felt yourself grow hot under his gaze. He stared at you like you were a cool glass of water in the apocalypse. 

Five was sure he had been murdered in his sleep. There was no possible reality where you were all but throwing yourself at him. All Five wanted to do was ruin you and make you his. Make you crave him as much as he craved you. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even had sex, possibly in his early days at the commission, but only to get his dick wet. He didn’t care about those girls, now you on the other hand were something special. And you were naked, in his bed. 

“Right, no strings attached.” He repeated back to you. His fingers twitched and you could feel his hesitation. You grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it gently. You brought his hand up to your breast, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes finding yours for confirmation. You leaned forward to nibble his neck, kissing over the bites. He shivered his body tensing, you grinned your breath fanning over his jaw. He pinched one of your nipples, smirking as you gasped. He ducked his head, his mouth covering your other nipple, his tongue flicking the bud. Your hand tugged on his hair, he sighed around your breast.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, you chuckled looking up at him through your eyelashes. His erection was now painfully stretching against his underwear, you grabbed him through his boxers. He let out a pained noise, like he was being stabbed instead of pleasured. He was puddy in your hands, ready to be shaped anyway you wished. He pushed you back against the bed. In a sudden shift in dominance, his lips found your neck, kissing and nipping slightly. You bucked against his body, your nipples rubbing slightly against his bare chest. His hands mapped a path down your body, like he was trying to memorize it. Unbeknownst to you he was. His fingers found your clit, testing the waters. You gasped, your hand finding its way into his hair. You pulled at his scalp slightly, earning a low groan from him. He slipped one finger inside you, curling it as he thrusted it inside you. You moaned softly, any pain from your headache was now long gone. He added a second finger, his eyes never leaving your face. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to cower under his gaze or beg for more. Your skin was ablaze, Five’s touch was electric, his incredibly eager fingers thrusting and curling inside you. You gripped the sheets, pleasure building in your stomach. That familiar coil tightening inside of you. 

He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, sucking them clean. “Shit, you’re sweet.” He hummed, swiping the head of his dick down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. You both shuddered as his velvety soft tip found your entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked softly, his other hand rubbing light circles on your thigh. You hadn’t expected him to be so doting, tales circulated around the commission of the absolute animal Five was in bed. But as his green eyes peered into yours, you could put those rumors to rest. You felt entirely bare, like he was peeling back the layers of your soul. The alarm bells had been ringing in your ears, this man was a killer. He was a survivor, stepping on anyone he had to, to get to where he was. He was a mercenary, follower of no moral code, but if he was all of these things why did he hold you like you were made of glass?

“Yes.” You said, propping yourself up on your elbows. He lowered his gaze pushing the head of his cock in slowly. You both let out a moan, he hissed, baring his teeth.

“Christ you’re tight.” He sighed his eyes squeezing close. His hands gripped your hips, his nails dug in leaving crescent shaped marks. Although you couldn’t seem to care, you had never felt so full in your life. Your hands gripped his thighs for dear life, a strangled cry left your throat as he thrust all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He stilled, a blissed out smile on his lips. You wiggled your hips, trying to get any stimulation from him.

“Fuck me.” You whined, grabbing his face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes widened before a devilishly handsome smile split his face.

“Yes ma’am.” He started a slow rhythm, his dick spearing you every time he thrusted into you. Long, hard strokes. His cock rubbed at the spongy part inside of you and you mewled. “You like that, sweetheart?” He teased a mischievous glint in his eye, you couldn’t help but nod, stroking his ego along with his cock. He took the lead titling your hips up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulders. You needed him closer. Gripping at any part of him you could get your hands on, your nails raking down his back. He moaned, breathy and high pitched. Your breath was stolen out of your chest as he quickened his pace, going deeper than before. 

“Oh fuck, Five.” You groaned holding onto his shoulders, your tits bouncing.

“You’re gripping me so good tesoro.” He grimaced, his eyes fluttering close. He let out a strangled cry against your leg. Biting down harshly before kissing your calf. You yelped fingernails digging into his thighs.

“I’m close, I’m so close.” You babbled tears slipping down your cheeks, every part of you was screaming out in pleasure. This spurred him on, one of his hands traveled between the two of you rubbing tight circles on your clit. You swore you saw stars, your toes curled and you couldn’t help the high pitched whine that ripped its way out of your throat. He leaned forward, his body looming over yours. His arms effectively trapping you underneath him. Working you through your orgasm as he grinded his hips against you, using your leg as leverage. 

“I’m not gonna last.” He mumbled his forehead resting against yours, wincing slightly. You grinned, reveling in the fact that you had such an effect on him.

“Cum then.” You said before sucking a deep purple mark on his neck. You felt his breath catch in his throat against your lips.

“S-shit.” He thrusted hard into you, “you’re so fucking perfect,” He moaned his hips stuttering as he came. “Oh god I love you.” You froze, he loved you? He stopped, pulling out almost immediately. “I don’t know why I said that.” He recoiled, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you. He grabbed his discarded towel, covering himself with it as he stumbled off the bed. You pulled the sheet up, covering your breasts.

“Five it’s fine,” you said sitting up.

“No. It’s not.” He growled, the sudden shift in his demeanor made you recoil. You pulled the sheet tighter around your body, suddenly all too aware of your nudity. “This never should have happened.” He motioned between the two of you.

“It’s just sex. It’s not like you meant it!” You justified, your voice higher than you intended.

He stopped, the outline of his body harsh against the street lamp outside. His head turned slightly, allowing you to see only part of his face. You could see him mentally building his walls back up, brick and mortar in his eyes.

“Five, it’s not like you meant it.” You said it more as a question than a statement, hating the slight waver in your voice. His body tensed as he sucked in a breath, he raised his shoulders.

“No. I must have been thinking of someone else.” He said coolly. Ouch. The air was sucked out of the room as he stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him. Your heart broke in your chest, slicing up your insides. You swallowed thickly, your mind struggling to keep up with Five’s constant whiplash. One minute he’s taking you to the gates of heaven only to taunt you as he drags you back to hell. 

This was all your fault, you put your head in your hands. You shouldn’t have suggested anything and just lived with the constant sexual tension.

No strings attached your ass.

part two here

[graceloveswolves]

I’ve seen people talking about how Klaus is looking in the opposite direction in this picture, and as I was rewatching the series I noticed this picture in season one where (I think) Klaus is facing the other way….. I could be wrong but I think that’s either Klaus/Ben. Anyone find this intriguing???

[storiesforallfandoms]

like father ~ diego hargreeves;umbrella academy

word count: 2817

request?: yes!

“Hii! Could you please write a Diego Hargreeves x pregnant!reader fic :) If you feel uncomfortable you don't need to”

description: after she tells him she’s pregnant, he starts to worry about ending up like his father

pairing: diego hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, unplanned pregnancy, absolutely tooth rotting fluff

masterlist (one, two, three)

You never thought two simple, little lines would ever change your life so drastically. And yet, here you were, stood in your bathroom, looking down at the two digital lines that had effectively changed everything for you within five minutes.

You weren’t sure how long you had been stood there. You had been sat on the floor for the five minutes it took the test results to appear, but once the alarm you set on your phone had gone off, you stood. And now you continued to stand, still staring at the test. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days? Who knew. All you knew was that there was a life growing inside of you, and you had no idea how Diego was about to take the news.

Maybe it was something that should’ve been discussed in the early days of your relationship, but the idea of kids had never been brought up between the two of you. You knew that you wanted them, but not so badly that it would be a dealbreaker if Diego didn’t. He hadn’t brought up the idea before, and you didn’t think to bring it up, either. So, the topic just went undiscussed for a very long time.

Until now, when it was definitely too late to make the decision considering you already had a bun in the oven.

You wanted to desperately to be happy. Deep down, you felt kind of excited. The only thing dampening your mood was the dozens of outcomes running through your head of having to tell Diego that you were pregnant. You wanted to try and hope for the best, but your mind kept thinking of all the possible bad endings this could have.

When you heard the front door open and shut, you flinched. It was now or never, although you really wished it could be never.

Diego was walking up to you with wide smile as you exited the bathroom. He picked you up in his arms, causing you to exclaim as he lifted you off the ground. You couldn’t help but smile, hoping that this reaction would stay once you gave him the news.

“Hey baby,” he said. “How was your day?”

“It was...alright,” you responded. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

He placed you down on the floor, still smiling a little but also a concerned look behind his eyes. “Uh-oh. That’s doesn’t sound good.”

“Depends on how you take the news.”

You passed him the pregnancy test. He took it and looked down at it. For a moment, there was no reaction. The suspense was killing you. And then, realization crossed his face.

“Wait,” he said. “Is this...?”

You nodded.

“How long...?” He trailed off.

“How long have I known? Or how far along am I?” you asked. When he didn’t respond, you decided to answer both questions, “I only just found out, but I’ve had a suspicion for a while. My period was late and it’s never been late before, and I’ve been experiencing some other signs of pregnancy. I don’t know how far along I am. I would have to make a doctor’s appointment to find out.”

He was still silent. He kept looking down at the pregnancy test in his hands. You wished he would give you some sort of reaction. Literally anything. Even if it was anger, you would’ve taken it over the silence. It was eating away at you, making you feel even more uneasy by the second.

Finally, he passed you back the pregnancy test and turned away. He started to walk away from you, and you quickly kept up the pace with him to follow. “Where are you going?”

“I just...I need to go out for a minute.”

“You just got home.”

“I need to go out again.”

“Diego, please.” You reached out to grab hold of him. He stopped walking for a moment, but didn’t look back at you. “Can you at least...tell me how you feel? Tell me what this means for us if I...if I want to keep it?”

But he still didn’t respond. He pulled away and started for the front door again. He didn’t even slam the door to give you any sort of clue as to whether or not he was upset. He just walked off, got into his car, and then drove away.

You watched him go before sitting back on the floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and began to cry.

~~~~~~

You managed to pull yourself together long enough to make a doctor’s appointment for a few day’s time. You texted Diego to let him know and to tell him that if he wanted to go with you that you would greatly prefer that. When he didn’t respond you weren’t shocked, but it truly broke your heart even more.

You didn’t think this would be a dealbreaker for Diego. You didn’t think he’d get so upset that he would just up and leave. The two of you had been together for many years. You had a bond that seemed to unbreakable, to a point where even his siblings noticed how much happier he had been since meeting you. You remembered the first time you ever met the Hargreeves family, where Luther pulled you aside before you left and thanked you for “making Diego, Diego again”.

And now he was gone. No calls, no texts, no indications on whether or not this relationship was going to continue. All because you told him that you were pregnant.

Your upset was starting to melt into anger.

If he wanted to react this way, then fine, he could react this way. But he wouldn’t have you anymore if that was the case. You’d raise this baby all on your own if you had to. You didn’t need Diego.

You were in the process of calling your mom to ask her to come with you to the appointment when you heard the front door open and close. You hung up before your mom answered and slowly rose from your spot on the bed. You knew who it likely was and you weren’t sure if that made you more or less tense.

Diego appeared in the doorway just as you were about to step out. You were inches away from one another. He was looking at you in a way you once again weren’t able to read. Your anger was still fresh, so you stepped back and crossed your arms.

“Welcome home,” you said, coolly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d even come back.”

He winced at your words. “Of course I was going to come back.”

“I don’t know, you left pretty quickly after I gave you the news. When that happens, it usually means that person isn’t coming back.”

The hurt look on his face didn’t go unnoticed. You felt a little bit of pride knowing he was feeling remorse for what he did.

“I just...needed to think,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to go on. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, come sit. I can explain everything.”

He reached out for you, but you took a step away. You turned your back to him and walked back to the bed. You both sat on the edge, leaving a bigger space between the two of you than you wanted. You couldn’t be close to him without caving, you knew that. Now that he was back, your hormones were running wild (could you even blame the pregnancy hormones yet?”, but you had to stay strong. You couldn’t cave just yet.

He was silent for a moment. You were about to open your mouth to tell him to get on with it, but he cut you off by saying, “I was scared.”

“Scared?” you questioned. “Of what? Of...of the pregnancy?”

“Of being like my dad.”

You felt your angry tension leaving your body. You moved a few inches closer to Diego, your brows furrowing together. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you about my dad. How he was never actually...well, a dad. He treated me and my siblings like shit. We were weapons to him. We weren’t kids to him. He fucked us all up big time.”

“I know all of this, but what does it have to do with you walking out on me after I told you I was pregnant?”

“I only had two parental figured growing up: my robot mom and my asshole father. When you told me you were pregnant, I was happy. But that happiness was overshadowed by this fear that, since Hargreeves is the only parenting style I know, that I’ll...I’ll be just as bad as him.”

You closed the gap between the two of you completely. You took his hand in yours. Now he was the one having issues making eye contact with you. You could see the moisture forming in his eyes, something he only ever let you see, and even then it was rare.

“You’re not going to be like your dad,” you assured him. “For one, I’m not popping out seven kids at one time for you to try and train as a superhero team.”

A small smile appeared on his face, which you took as a win.

“But, to me, the fact that you’re so worried about ending up like your dad means that you won’t. You’re aware of your dad’s behavior and how its effected you and your siblings, and you know you don’t want to continue that cycle with our baby.”

His eyes darted towards your stomach for a split second. You took the hand you were holding and flattened his palm against your stomach. There was no sign of a bump yet, you knew you were too early in the pregnancy for that, but you couldn’t help but already picture the baby that was growing in there.

“But what if I fuck their life up?” Diego asked, his voice soft.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “I know you won’t. You’re going to be a great father, and this baby is going to be lucky to have you as their father.”

A tear ran down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away, but his eyes were watering quicker than he could wipe them. Diego pulled you into a tight hug. You rested your head against his chest and took in his familiar smell and warmth. You were glad to have gotten past the issue, even if you wished he had said something before he left you in your uncertainty for so long.

You exclaimed in shock as Diego pulled you both down to lay flat on the bed. He let go of the hug to sit over you. His hands pulled up your shirt just enough to expose your belly. You giggled as he pressed a kiss against your soft skin, the stubble of his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

“I don’t care what you are, or if you come out with powers or not,” he said to your stomach. “I already love you so much, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you and your mom are safe and happy for the rest of my life.”

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as you ran a hand through Diego’s hair. He looked up at you and you felt like he had taken the breath from your lungs with just one look. You smiled at him and he smiled back before he raised himself up to become level with you again. When he kissed you, it was gentle and full of love and passion.

“I want to come to that appointment,” he told you between the kisses he pressed against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “The one you texted me about. I want to know that our baby is healthy in there.”

“I want nothing more than for you to come with me,” you responded, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his lips found your sweet spot. “And I’m glad you want to come with me.”

In response, he pulled your shirt the rest of the way off and you both helped each other to take the rest of your clothes off and discard them onto the floor, both them and the earlier issue long forgotten.

~~~~~~

You could tell Diego was nervous the day of the appointment. He had tossed and turned so much the night before that he had woken you a few times (not that you were going to tell him that as you knew he’d feel bad if you did), he refused breakfast because he said he wasn’t hungry enough to eat, and he seemed very unfocused as you both got ready and drove to the doctor’s office. You offered to drive since you weren’t sure if you could trust him behind the wheel in this state.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous as well. You were afraid of what the outcomes to this appointment might be; of the doctor telling you that you had a false positive pregnancy test and weren’t actually pregnant; that there was something wrong with the baby; hell, even just the idea of the doctor confirming the pregnancy made you nervous. As excited as you were to be having this baby with Diego, you were also nervous for what pregnancy really entailed. You and Diego had agreed to wait before telling his family, but you were dying to talk to Allison about it since she was the only woman in your life - besides your own mother, of course - to have gone through a pregnancy.

You arrived at the doctor’s office and were brought in almost immediately. The doctor did some standard tests just to check your health and confirmed to you and Diego that you were as healthy as a horse.

“You’ll be just fine to go through this pregnancy,” he told the both of you. “But, of course, we’ll want to do annual check ups just to be sure you and the baby are doing alright.”

You nodded, although you weren’t completely absorbing his words. You were waiting for him to get to the part of the appointment that you and Diego had actually been waiting for: the ultrasound. The test that would truly confirm for the two of you whether or not you were pregnant.

The doctor helped you up onto the bed in his office and had you pull up your shirt just enough that he could see your belly. You suppressed a yelp as he put a cold, jelly like substance on your stomach and started up the ultrasound machine. The machine’s humming noise filled the room as the doctor placed the wand against your stomach and started moving it around. At first, you couldn’t see anything and you felt your heart drop. You were convinced that your worst nightmare was being confirmed - there was no baby in there.

But then the doctor said, “Ah, there you are.”

He pointed to his screen where a grey blob, no bigger than the shape of a peanut, was on display.

“It may not look like it just yet,” the doctor said, “but there’s your baby right there.”

“Whoa,” you breathed, unable to believe it.

“Holy shit,” Diego said. “That little bean turns into a baby?”

The doctor chuckled. “I know, it’s hard to believe. The fetus usually doesn’t actually develop to look like a baby until the later stages of the second trimester into the third trimester. Most people can’t even see the little blob of the fetus in their first ultrasounds like this and start to believe there’s no fetus in there.”

You tried not to let it show on your face that you were one of those people.

Diego took your hand in his. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were fixated intently on the screen. You could see they were starting to gloss over with tears again, but you knew Diego wasn’t about to try in front of a stranger like this.

You squeezed his hand and he finally looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile at him, and he smiled back.

“That’s our baby,” he said, looking back to the screen. “I can’t believe it, but...that’s our little bean.”

“It is,” you said, feeling yourself becoming overwhelmed with emotions again. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to protect that little bean till the ends of the Earth.”

You let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Diego brushed his lips against your knuckles before leaning down to kiss your lips.

In that moment, you swore nothing could make you happier. But you knew that, within the next nine months, you’d be having another happy moment that would definitely trump this one.

[froggywritesstuff]

want me to kill him for you? | diego hargreeves

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x g/n!reader

Warnings: fluff, venting, swearing, mentions of sex, this is rlly short and meaningless

Request: not anyone really, but my mutuals on tumblr @anne-is-obsessed @panandinpain0 (as well as this post) inspired me to write this

A/N: people suck, the only exceptions are Diego and probably some other people

Diego nearly jumped as he heard the door loudly slam shut.

“Y/N, you ok?” he asked, shifting his position on the couch to face where you were standing. It was out of character for you to be slamming doors for no reason, so he figured something was up.

He then heard the sound of footsteps stomping toward him, and he felt you slump down beside him, resting your head against his shoulder. He picked up the remote for the tv, careful not to disrupt your position as he turned off the tv to give you his full attention.

”Is everything ok?” he whispered.

Turns out he didn’t need to be careful of not disrupting your position, as you almost immediately shot up from the couch, pacing around the room as you began ranting.

Diego knew about the shitty job you had. It wasn’t the work that made it shitty, but the people that made it shitty. He listened to every story you told him about what coworker ruined your shift, or what customer tried getting you fired. He moved out when he was seventeen, so he was no stranger to terrible jobs, and knew what it was like to need to vent to someone about it. From past experience, he knew it was never a good idea to keep emotions bottled up, so he would always be there to listen to you.

"He's just such an asshole, Diego. All of them are." you began, frustration dripped with every word, "He just acts like he's so much better than me, yet he still manages to fuck up everything. What's worse, is that he never gets any blame for it!" you vented, before scoffing, "Of course he doesn't, he's been fucking our boss ever since he started working there."

Diego raised his eyebrows slightly. He hadn't heard that story before.

You let out a long sigh, your legs becoming tired from all the pacing, before you collapsed back onto the couch, resting your head on Diego's lap, "Hating things takes a lot of energy." you sighed.

Diego just nodded, "Want me to kill him for you?"

You smiled at Diego, staring up at him with adoration, "Aww, babe..."

"Is that a y-"

"No." you cut him off, your smile not fading in the slightest.

"Why not?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Because you can't just kill anyone who annoys you or myself." you explained, sitting up from his lap to meet his eyes properly.

Diego tilted his head to the side with a grin, "Is it that I can't kill him?" he began, making you groan in annoyance, "Or that I'm not allowed to kill him."

You rolled your eyes, "No offense but I wish you never saw 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'."

"Why not?"

"Because you use that excuse to not do the dishes all the time." you deadpanned.

He shrugged, "Well, am I allowed to cuddle you and watch movies with you?"

You smiled brightly at him, "I think so."

buy me a coffee <3

[random-writer-23]

My "hero" (Diego hargreeves x gn reader)

A/n: Hello my lovelies. This is one of my older works so it's once again not one of my best works, but I just wanna try posting at least semi-consistently for y'all so I can hopefully just build up a wider selection of stuff for you to read or re-read when I'm not posting as consistently y'know? But I hope you enjoy, and as usual all reblogs, likes, comments, and follows are greatly appreciated, and I'll see you next time! Happy reading!

Warnings: Violence, fighting, reader getting robbed

Words: 2078

Even though my hands were tied, (literally), and a gun was being pointed towards me carelessly I was not afraid. I  almost never got afraid, and this was one of those unafraid times. Sure my apartment was being ransacked and my things were being thrown everywhere as I was tied to a chair and was most likely going to end up getting shot I was not afraid. My heart wasn't hammering, my blood wasn't rushing, and I was unfazed by the whole getting robbed thing. In fact, I just sat there and chuckled at the robber's misfortune. 

"You guys might as well give up," I said providing a little unwanted commentary

"Hey! I said no talking!" One of the robbers said smacking me upside the head while the other went through my jewellery box. 

"ow," I winced, "Be careful please, I'm delicate, oh and by the way that's fake" I said looking towards the robber holding up a glittering diamond necklace, he looked at me with disbelief written on his face. "It's true I swear, my great great grandpa bought it for my great-great grandma from a thrift shop and claimed it was a family heirloom from his mother, It's been passed down as a joke ever since" I explained chuckling at my ridiculous family.  The two thieves looked at each other before looking back at me. 

"Yeah, that's believable" The one holding it scoffed and put it in the bag. 

"Suit yourself" I shrugged to the best of my ability with my hands tied to the chair. 

"Alright, now since you're so talkative why don't you tell us where you keep the money," The second one said cocking his gun and pointing it at my head. I laughed a little.

"I'm a college student, I live off of ramen noodles I get in a ten pack from the dollar store. I'm broke you guys" I said still chuckling. they looked at me again before the second one growled. 

"That's it, I'm getting real sick of you" The second goon raised his gun to my head again before I saw something flying through the air towards him, the thing glinted in the light before hitting the goon and knocking him back.

"What the-" The first robber was cut off by a fist that came flying at him from the doorway of my bedroom. He was knocked back a step but regained his balanced and raised the gun he held. A tall figure stepped out the shadows, the figure had a black mask over his eyes, and was dressed in all black, he had a bunch of knives hanging from a belt around his waist and only gave me a quick glance before he went back to fighting the robbers. He pulled out a knife from his belt and quickly threw it at the one pointing the gun at him knocking the gun out his hand he threw another knife this one nailing the robber's hand to the wall. I remained sitting in the chair, calmly and waiting patiently for this man to finish with the robbers. The second robber got up off the floor and ran towards my 'rescuer', the man dodged the robbers attack leaving the robber to go running into my tv, knocking it over and breaking it. 

"OH COME ON" I shouted my protests, "Seriously? You just had to hit my tv!" I yelled at the robber who was now on the floor laying on my fallen tv. "NOW HOW AM I GONNA BINGE WATCH NETFLIX" I screeched looking down at the robber who sat groaning on the floor. I saw the masked man chuckling at my commentary from the corner of my eye. The robber on my tv panted for breath before getting up, still standing on my tv crushing it further, I winced as another crack sounded from my poor television. The robber spit on the floor, his spit tinted red. The man behind the mask turned to the robber who cracked his knuckles and advanced towards him with his fists flying. The masked man dodged every hit and kicked the robber in the stomach knocking him back into a wall. The man pulled out a knife and swiftly threw it, at the robber nailing his hand to the wall as well. The first robber had managed to pull the knife out his hand while the masked man's back was turned and he threw the knife with his good hand. It grazed my 'saviour's' shoulder not deep enough to get stuck, but deep enough to draw blood. I saw the masked man's hand shoot up to his shoulder where he touched his wound and saw blood. 

"Shit" Was all he said before, he whipped out two knives and threw them at the robber that had wounded him, they struck the robber right in the chest even though the masked man had his back towards the robber. 

"Ouch, that had to hurt" I commented, as the masked man went to see if the second robber was knocked out. The robber was out cold, so the man removed his knife from the guy's hand and wiped the blood off, using his shirt. "Gross," I said when he wiped the blood on his shirt. 

"You're safe now" He mumbled in a gruff, deep voice. 

"Cool, yeah that's great, but um hey knife boy, do ya mind using one of those handy dandy knives you got there to idk maybe cut the ropes I'm tied up in" I replied, making him chuckle again. 

"yeah, sure" He replied, his voice a little more lighthearted, and gentle after my previous comment. He came over and cut my hands loose, and then helped me get out of the rest of the ropes. 

"Thanks, man," I said hastily before marching over to the robber that broke my tv, where he was crumpled in a heap on the floor, and kicking him in the gut a few times. "That was for my tv," I said loudly. I turned back around to face my rescuer, who just stood behind me with a look of amusement on his face. 

"you don't seem very phased by your near-death experience," He remarked casually as I retrieved the items the first one had shoved in his bag. 

"Yeah, you'd be surprised how many times this happens to me" I replied pulling out my great great grandma's necklace. 

"enlighten me" He replied 

"Alright, probably about once every couple of months, maybe more" I shrugged returning the necklace to my jewelry box. 

"That's actually a lot," The man said clearly surprised by my answer

"yeah I know," I said with a smile, "Anyway, care to tell me your name?" I asked "or you just want me to keep calling you knife boy" I grinned 

"Knife boy works just fine" He answered with a smirk, 

"I see, so you're gonna go with the whole mysterious saviour role?" I asked moving around my room, trying to clean up to the best of my abilities. 

"Yep," He said taking a seat on my bed while watching me clean. 

"I suppose I'm going to have to let you save me a few more times before I get a name huh?" I questioned

"Perhaps" He smiled

"Well then, if you won't tell me your name then get your lazy ass off my bed and help me clean up," I said gesturing around the room at the mess that his "rescue" made. 

"Alright alright," He said with his hands raised in surrender "I'll help," He said. 

"good, you can take care of those goons" I gestured to the robbers who were unconscious on different sides of the room. "There's a dumpster out back you can chuck them in" I replied "I'll call the police to report them later" I added at his sceptical glance.  

"Alright whatever you say" He answered with a mock salute before he grabbed both the unconscious robbers by the shirt collars and pulled dragged them down the stairs, I chuckled lightly as I went around returning the things they stole to their rightful place. Once I was satisfied that my room was back to almost normal, I glared at the tv that was broken on the floor. 

"ugh," I sighed rolling my eyes and heading back downstairs to my kitchen. I remembered how my "hero" had gotten cut on the arm when one of the robbers threw the mans knife back at him. So I decided to be a nice person and I went to get my first aid kit from the bathroom and returned to the kitchen with it. My masked saviour was entering through the front door, wiping his hands as he entered. 

"Alright, well, I had fun," He said pretending to take a hat off and bow, "but I best be off before the police get here, they don't really like me." He continued before starting to back out my front door again. 

"Hold up," I said raising my hand "get back over here" I continued sternly, "your arm is cut and bleeding" I pointed out as he looked down at it to see that it indeed was still bleeding. 

"Oh, yeah it is," He said as if he had forgotten it was bleeding. "I'll fix it later," He said continuing to back towards the front door

"Oh no you won't, get back over here and let me help you" I opened my first aid kit pulling out a needle and thread to sew up the cut. 

"No really I'm fine," He answered quickly

"like hell you're fine" I rolled my eyes

"I can patch it up myself" He argued back. 

"Goddamnit knife boy stop being so stubborn and let me help you" I shot back loudly

"Alright fine" He gave in rolling his eyes, to which I smiled at. I instructed him to sit on the counter as I threaded the needle getting ready to stitch up his wound. He sighed as he climbed on the counter, I moved around to the side where his wound was and sighed. 

"I can't stitch it up with your long sleeves" I huffed, "the wound is at the top of your shoulder and I doubt you'll be able to roll up your sleeve that high" I added, he rolled his eyes

"Y'know if you wanted me to take off my shirt all you had to do was ask," He said with a wink and a smirk, as he unbuckled the straps that held his weapons, I waited patiently unsure of what to do I fiddled with my fingers. Once he had taken off his shirt I determinedly tried to keep my eyes from roaming anywhere else other than the shoulder where his wound was. I brought the needle up to his wound and started sewing it up. He barely even flinched when I started sewing it up, and as much as I hate to admit it, my eyes didn't exactly stay trained on his wound. They did wander to other areas.... but you can't blame me, he was just putting it all out on display, and it would be a shame for me to not admire his figure... Purely for research purposes.... and making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else... But aannnyyyywwaaayy I finished sewing up his cut and then I put away the first aid kit, my still unknown 'hero' jumped off the counter and put his shirt back on. I came back to my kitchen expecting him to have been gone but he wasn't. 

"well, I uh, I best be off," He said rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, I guess you should..." I said awkwardly, sort of not wanting him to leave.

"Okay, well um, thanks for uh, patching up my arm," He said gesturing to the wound I just sewed up.  

"Oh yeah, it was no problem" I answered smiling, as he backed away to my front door, I followed after him. He reached the front door and opened it. 

"Oh um, I never got your name," He said standing outside my house. 

"Well I think I should let you save me a few more times before I tell you my name," I said with a smile, mocking his earlier answer. 

"well then I'll be on the lookout then" he replied chuckling as he walked away from my house,

"Shouldn't be too hard, this happens twice a month" I joked, he laughed and I closed the door having a gut feeling I would most definitely see him again.  

--Fin--

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Five hargreaves x reader

A/N: IM REALLY JUST MAKING THESE BC IM BORED BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING SO THIS WILL SUCK BUT HOPEFUL IT TURNS OUT GOOD 😅 trust the process ig 😕✌️(BTW I HAVE BARELY WATCHED TUA, I SAW JUST A COUPLE EPISODES OF SEASON 2, IDK HOW THE ACADEMY LOOKS LIKE SO IM SORRY IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES)

(btw the italic words mean y/n`s thoughts)

[ also, five is the same age as y/n, they're both 21-24 I can't rlly pick an age ]

Y/n's pov:

I'm currently walking towards the Umbrella Academy to hang out with my friends, Klaus invited me to come over bc he was bored and we were gonna have a party there, yk foods, music, and dances etc. I've been friends with them for a few years. We're all super close. Me and five get along well, surprisingly, we're like best, best friends, I sorta have a tiny crush on him ig... OKAY I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON HIM. 😻

3rd person pov:

(Time skip bc I don't wanna write all this)

Y/n walks up to the academy and knocks on the door, the door flung right open as Klaus put his weight on the handle with a drink in his hand. "Hey Klaus!" y/n says "hey y/n, come in" Klaus says as he stands to the side then closes the door after they walk in.

The smell of fresh food and drinks coming from the kitchen and music playing in the background. Allison and Luther dancing in the living room, Diego talking to vanya while playing with his knife, and five... idk where five is he's probably in his room or something.

Klaus stumbles to the kitchen "we have so much stuff in here y/n! Come here". Y/n follows Klaus to the kitchen and the smell getting even stronger made me wanna fall down on my knees..

(AN: FOOD THO 😻😻 HMU 😘😘 OKAY SORRY)

I walk to the counter and look at all the food and drinks lay down there, tacos, lasagna, chicken, steak, chips, sauce, cheesecake, brownies, cookies, you name it.

(IDK WHAT FOOD TO PUT??? I BARELY GO TO PARTIES, ONLY FILIPINO ONES BUT LIKE YK???)

"Woww..." Y/n asked, Klaus nods "mhm, I'm gonna dance now, wanna come?" "Sure!"

Y/n's pov:

"what happened?" all of them asked.

After drinking and have a fun time I got up from the couch to go to the kitchen when I saw five blink away somewhere as I stood up. I grabbed some food and got thirsty, and there was this cup with wine in it sitting next to me so I just drank it, not caring who's it was. While I was drinking it five blinked near me while Klaus also walked towards us. "isn't that fives glass? OMG YOU'RE DRINKING FIVES GLASS Y/N" Klaus yelled then started laughing while five just stared.

I put down the glass as I spit out the water, almost choking on the drink bc I was shocked, I mean... I'm drinking from my best friend's glass.. AKA MY CRUSH??!?!?!? HELLO??? "what?.." The others came in here curious abt what all the noise is from.

OH IM FUCKED.. 😭😭

"They kissed?!"

"Y/N HAD AN INDIRECT KISS WITH FIVE!!!" Klaus yelled out. INDIRECT KISS????? I BASICALLY KINDA KISSED FIVE?? OMG I THINK IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK..

"what"

"what's an indirect kiss?"

"Y/n and five kissed?!"

....

...

..

.

Five and I basically just watched this whole scene unravel. "umm..." I tried to think what to say.. BUT HOW TF WOULD I KNOW WHAT TO SAY IF I JUST INDIRECTLY KISSED MY CRUSH ???

Five and I just looked at each other and he walked up to me and grabbed my hand and teleported to his room. wow.. his hands are SO SOFT- IS IT HAPPENING??? FIVE IS GONNA KISS ME??? I MEAN... SAY LESS-

I was knocked out of my thoughts as five said something "well that was something..." I nodded not knowing what to say. OH GOD IM BLUSHING I BET HE CAN SEE THIS IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF SO BAD RN 😭😭 He walked up to me and and tilted my chin towards him since I was looking away. "umm.. sorry five I didn't mean to drink out of your glass.." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

I MEAN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN I JUST HAD AN INDIRECT KISS WITH MY BEST FRIEND THEN WE'RE IN HIS ROOM LIKE THIS??

Getting lost into his green eyes I suddenly felt a pair of lips on mine. NOW MY EYES ARE WIDE OPEN RN 😨 I kissed back knowing we weren't going to pull away anytime soon. He grabbed me by the waist and I put my arms around his neck. HIS LIPS ARE SOFT TOO THIS MAN IS TOO PERFECT WTF

The kiss lasting for a long while, we pull away and I look into his eyes as he smirked. "umm-" Klaus and the others kicked the door open right as I was about to say something. We both immediately pulled away from each other and stood awkwardly.

"OMG THEYRE KISSINGGG"

NOT AGAIN 😭

"Y/N???"

"FIVE??"

"OH MY GODDDD THERE THEY ARE"

"wow"

"Oh my god guys shut up" five said rolled his eyes and shoved them out of the room with a sigh. Turning back to me, "I'm sorry, they're annoying" "no no it's fine! I mean, it was kinda embarrassing but-" five pulled me into a passionate kiss.

A/N: OMF I HOPE THIS IS GOOD??? I HAD AN IMAGINE LIKE THIS IN CLASS BUT DIDNT FINISH IT SO I JUST WENT ALONG THE WAY HERE I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 😘😘

[gothiclygf]

Who else actually liked Lila in season 2 while everyone else was being over dramatic about hating her so much?

[mayfieldss]

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.

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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.

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Deal- Diego Hargreeves

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Characters: Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 583

Author: Charlotte

Y/E/N- Your Ex’s Name

If the childhood version of you could see you now, they would be beyond baffled how you ended up where you were now. You had been friends with Diego for as long as you could remember and although you had had a crush on him for the majority of your teen years, you had always put your friendship first, that was until you were in your late twenties, freshly broken up and desperate for any form of intimacy. It wasn’t that you turned to him in your time of sexual need, but he was there and happy to help. There wasn’t really a spoken rule between you. You hooked up regularly but outside of that, you were still the best of friends and freely able to pursue relationships with others. 

It seemed like a perfect arrangement at first. You had your best friend but also had someone that fulfilled your needs without the stress of having to form a romantic relationship with them. Without a clear set of rules foe the two of you, you started to feel obliged to go on dates with men, men you didn’t like and knew you’d never see again but at least to Diego it would look like you weren’t complacent with the current arrangement. 

You weren’t fooling him though and you certainly weren’t fooling yourself. You had become complacent. You enjoyed sleeping with him and you enjoyed spending time with him. It had formed into what a relationship should be just without the label or explicit romance, even including what would be considered dates just without the name. 

Once again Diego had turned up to your front door, turned on and knowing the best place to turn. You happily obliged and the two of you lost yourselves to time and each other’s bodies until you were collapsed in the messy sheets of your bed. 

“Didn’t you have a date tonight?” You questioned, your breathing still heavy as you lay in your bed.

He shrugged his shoulders, shifting to prop himself up on one shoulder. “It was pretty boring. What about you? Are you not seeing that guy again? What’s his name… Jake?”

“Jack,” you corrected. “Our date went just as well as all of the ones I’ve been on, honestly… it’s just ever since me and Y/E/N broke up… I haven’t really had much luck with the whole… dating thing.”

Diego leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing them up towards your ear with small fluttering kisses.

“Well until then, we have something pretty good,” he chuckled, the laughter sending a shiver down your spine.

You tried to keep your mind on the conversation, but it did struggle to stay on the matter when he was doing anything to send you back into a primal spiral.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you sighed. “Nothing can beat this.”

He pulled away, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I thought the deal was no feelings?” He asked.

You curled your knees up to your chest. “What if I broke that deal?”

Diego took a moment before a smile appeared on his face. His hand gently moved up to your cheek, far gentler than he had every been with you, something that felt almost intimate, loving.

“And what if I did to?”

For the first time, you leaned closer, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss, the one thing that had been off the table for all the time you’d been in this arrangement.

[aasterisck]

diego hargreeves x reader - one shot

“Fuck off,” she blinks with DIego away from Five. Diego looks around the grassy area, landing on the house in front of them.

“What’s this?”

“Safe house,” she mutters, “Listen love,” she looks at him with tired eyes and a bloody face, “I'm out of juice, so try to lie low for a sec okay?” She struggles to stand up, walking towards the house with his arm around her waist for support. 

“I don’t think I can do anything else out here,” he mutters, closing the door behind them as she sighs, lowering her head with her eyes closed. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she brushes away his hand as she rubs her ribcage.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this place?”

“Because what if I wanted to be safe from you? You’d know where to find me,” her words are slow as she walks towards the couch in the living room. 

Sitting down she rests her head on the headrest, her breathing is slow and he presses his lips together, watching her in pain. His hand rests on a blade, contemplating whether what his brother said was right. He waits for her to close her eyes before throwing the blade at her, time seems to slow down as she opens her eyes, glaring at him before the knife falls on her lap. The look she gives him sends shivers down his spine. Wiping her now bleeding nose she clenches her jaw.

“Lucky you,” her voice is cold.

“I would have stopped it before-”

“Diego, can I please just rest?” the cold tone has warmed to a desperate one.

“I have some questions,”

“Of course you-”

“How do you have all these powers?”

“Two isn’t that many,”

“Do you have more?”

She shrugs, “Probably not honestly,”

“How'd you get them?”

“I get them by sleeping with people,” she rolls her eyes, laying down on the couch as he processes.

“You slept with Five?”

“In a different timeline,” she mutters, the corner of her lip twitches looking at Diego’s wide eyes, “Im joking Diego,” she chuckles, “If im around the person with the power I just pick it up,”

“And you keep it?” she nods, “Damn,” 

“Can I sleep now?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer a bed?”

“It's so far,” she closes her eyes as her breathing slows, relaxing and melting into the couch.

“(y/n), let me get you to a bed,” he walks towards her with an eye roll, “If not I won’t hear the end of you complaining about your back hurting,” he mutters to himself with annoyance.

He carries her bridal style to a nearby bedroom, after opening a few doors that lead to other rooms. He stands over her as she gets comfortable in bed. The room is big enough for a queen bed, a nightstand, and dresser. It smells like paint, and he wonders how recently she was in the safe house. Everything looks clean and organized. His brows furrowed as he left the room, slightly closing the door. 

Taking the time to venture out he looks through the house. Becoming intrigued by a hidden locked door. After many failed attempts at trying to open the door he stares at it. Hands on his hips not hearing (y/n) come up behind him. 

“You need a key for that door,”

“No way. Why didn’t I think of that!” he’s annoyed and she rolls her eyes, “What’s in there?” He turns to look at her, leaning against the door as she puts her hair up, he crosses her arms watching her.

“Stuff,”

“Is it a sex dungeon?”

“What? No,” her eyes widen as he continues.

“You seem like the type of person to have a sex dungeon,”

“What does that mean?” he shrugs, “Fuck you,” she crosses her arms.

“Not in the sex dungeon,”

“Oh my God Diego,” he smiles at her, “You don’t deserve to see what’s down there,”

“Oh it’s definitely a sex dungeon,” 

“Fuck you!” she sticks up her middle finger as she walks away and he laughs.

[lostgirlfandom]

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Five

Allison

Viktor/Vanya

Luther

Diego

Klaus

[psurecool]

Sooo i was thinking about writing Five x Hargreeves siblings one-shots.

You know, really angsty and cruel ones towards Five. I know that a lot of similar one-shots has been out, so i thought about you guys giving me some original (and bloody) plots you would like to read?

Literally anything you desire lol we are weird people we all like psycho things right?