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[strawberrygardenkisses]

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May your autumn be cozy, refreshing, and full of love.

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[honeydewdropp]

imagine having a little garden where you grow strawberries for your cakes and cucumbers for your sandwiches and you have tea with your partner every midmorning.  you plant each other’s favorite flowers and give each other bouquets. thats the life.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

[writingsbychlo]

Hiii! I wanted to request a Mitch Rapp Headcannon, (Idk if your taking requests rn) but basically I just want a shit load of fluff. You can come up with the storyline if u want.

If you do end up using this: ty ily

If you don’t: that’s okay, and I still love you <333

I saved this until void month was finished, but here it is!

so, here's some headcanons about mitch missing his girl while he's away

"Hi, baby."

"Who is this?"

Mitch never takes his actual phone with him on assignments.

always burner phones that he can get rid of, and he never calls

"Who else do you have calling you baby?"

The line being really patchy and crackling because it's a crappy phone with, like, no service.

"Mitch? How'd you get my number, your phone is here."

"I memorised it a long time ago."

switching to the hotel phone that he has and the line instantly getting better.

sitting yourself down on the couch with your dinner, and you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line.

asking him what time it is, it's midday where he is and the middle of the night for you.

"I miss you, so much."

"You've been away longer than this before, what's different this time?"

he doesn't say much about it, he just moves on and asks you about your day.

all the usual questions that he has when he comes home, but he's asking them now.

he wants to hear all your gossip from work, and he wants to know what you've been up to, if you've tried any new recipes, everything.

and you know something is going in, but he hasn't said anything.

and you keep getting at him a little bit about it, trying to crack him, but he's really good at not cracking under pressure.

however, about an hour into the conversation, when you start yawning, he tells you to go to bed.

and you insist that you're fine, and you can stay up and talk to him, but he says he should get going anyway, he has look-outs to do.

plus, "and, y'know, Stan'll kill me if he knows I called you and I wasn't on my deathbed."

it's a joke but it makes you fucking panic.

asking if he is on his deathbed and checking that he's coming home.

and that makes him panic, and now he's trying to tell you he's not being calm about dying, he's totally fine, it was a bad a joke.

taking the scalding you give him for it because he's scalding himself, honestly.

because you both know that if he was dying, that would probably be exactly how he'd spend his final minutes, just chatting on the phone and hearing your voice.

when it all goes calm again, there's silence for a good few minutes, and the occasional mumbled 'I love you' and promises to come home.

"Can you do me a favour before you go bed, though?"

"Can you do me a favour and tell me why you're calling me out of the blue like this when you never call on assignments?"

he just chuckles down the phone at you, and you're flicking lights off, checking locks, and "don't forget to check the balcony one to the fire escape."

because you always forget that one and he always worries about it.

"Okay, I'm getting sleepy, so what's this favour?"

"Can you go in my bedside drawer, the bottom one? There's something in there that I need."

"You want me to ship it in the morning?"

you do so, and he tells you to look for the little blue bag. it's sitting right on top.

"So, you really wanna know why I'm calling?"

obviously, you do.

"Okay, so, I was out getting breakfast yesterday, because I missed the hotel breakfast, and I saw this couple. They reminded me of me and you. They were in the line in front of me and the waitress gave them a free party because they were celebrating their anniversary. I might have to stay a little longer than expected."

"Because of the couple?"

"What? No. What? Anyway, I got thinking about the thing in the bag, and it made me think of you, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since, the anticipation and anxiety are killing me, so I just need an answer."

opening the bag, and tipping out the cold contents into your hand.

literally feeling your heart stop in your chest.

it's a cute little engagement ring, a shiny diamond in the middle of a silver band, wrapped up perfectly in an intricate design.

"It's been real quiet. Did you open the bag?"

"Yeah, I opened it."

hating the way your voice cracks as you continue to just stare at it, and he just hums over the line.

"I saw it in a little shop in Paris, a few months ago when I was passing through."

"I never knew you even went to Paris."

sniffling a little bit as you mumble, and he laughs properly this time.

"Well, that's because I'm not supposed to tell you where I go. But, I saw it in a shop window, and it was beautiful, and I just knew that if I didn't give you this ring, then it wouldn't be right, and I couldn't ask this question without that exact ring."

"It's beautiful."

the line going quiet again, and you put it back in the bag, and back in the drawer.

"I'll wait as long as your assignment takes, and when you come home, you can ask me properly, when I can kiss you."

knowing that you're saying yes, and he knows it too, because now you can hear him sniffing over the phone line as well, and a watery little laugh of relief.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Then I'll get home to you as fast as I possibly can."

"I'll be waiting right here for you."

him going not long after that, and you being unable to sleep because now you know what's in that drawer.

and then he does come home, the first thing he does is ask.

he doesn't even go to get the ring, it's the first thing he says as soon as the door is closed.

and you say yes.

[writingsbychlo]

corruption | thomas

word count; 20,328

summary; you’re the new girl on the island, and you’re innocent in a way that drives thomas insane with the wish to ruin you.

notes; this got a lot longer than I expected it to get. anyway, this is intense. 

warnings; smut, spanking, unprotected sex, blindfolding, cum play, gagging, slight BDSM, exhibitionism, voyeurism, loss of virginity. 

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[littlecuriousprincess]

Every Black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

[vintagedolan]

i can just imagine having a lil argument w gray (nothing serious) and you decide to sleep on the couch just because, and he still comes out to kiss and hug you goodnight even when they’re mad at eachother uwu

oh god 🥺

If Grayson was one thing, he was consistent. There were specific things he did every single day, without fail. Stretching, calisthenics, consuming five scoops of protein powder minimum, and always giving you a tight hug and kiss before bed were just a few things on his list.

Usually, he didn’t have to move very far to finish his final task of the day. Actually, most nights he didn’t have to move at all because you were already curled up against his chest. All he had to do was squeeze his arm around you and nudge at you with his nose until you lifted your chin and looked up enough for him to find your lips. 

Usually.

Tonight was different.

Was it a petty argument? Most likely. Did it still really piss you off when you went to move your laundry over and found the dryer full of Grayson’s clothes again? Yes. Yes it did. Especially when he said he was going to take them out yesterday. 

Cue the small tiff you got into when he got back from his meetings, confused as to why his clothes were all over the bed, probably wrinkled now from the way the pile looked. It never got too mean - you and Grayson never let it get to that. Probably because when you got frustrated with each other, you just gave each other space, kept yourselves busy until you felt better. 

You didn’t wanna say anything hurtful that you would regret, so you kept to yourself in the living room for a few minutes. But then a few minutes turned into an hour, and then another, and before you knew it you were curled up on your side on the couch, sound asleep. 

Grayson made it until 10pm, and then he was truly worried. He didn’t like when you came back into his space prematurely so he always gave you the same courtesy.

But it had been 5 hours. 

5 hours over some now folded clothes that he’d left in the dryer on accident. It wasn’t like you to stay mad for so long, and his stomach was in knots, anxiety spiking at the thought that maybe it was about more than his clothes. Plus, it had been exactly 48 days since you’d moved in with him, and he’d given you that goodnight hug and kiss all 48 nights. It was something he couldn’t go to sleep without, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Needless to say, he made his way into the living room a few minutes later, nerves on edge until he saw you curled up on the couch, shoulders moving with your deep breaths. There was something about the peace that you embodied when you slept that made him fall in love with you all over again every time.

He moved over to you on instinct, only stopping himself when he reached out to move some of your hair off of your cheek. Should he wake you up? Were you still mad? Was he just gonna make it worse?

You made his decision for him, rolling over and jumping at the sight of him standing over you. His arm stretched out on instinct as he moved to make sure you didn’t fall off, crouching down to your level.

“Jesus Gray you scared me,” you breathed, blinking hard and trying to get your bearings.

“Sorry. I uh - you didn’t come to bed. I just came to find you, make sure you were okay.” 

“Oh. Yeah I’m good now that I know it wasn’t a murder standing over me while I slept,” you laughed a bit, rubbing at your eyes. Apparently the joke didn’t land, because his eyes were filled with just as much concern when you looked back up at him.

“If you still want space, that’s cool. But we uh, we kinda have a little streak going.”

You quirked an eyebrow, confused by the formality in his voice. You’d all but forgotten about the laundry incident earlier, but he still seemed to be caught up in it.

“The hug and kiss before bed thing. We do it every night. I just - was wondering if you still wanted to do it.” His voice was smaller than you’d ever heard it as he stared down at his knees, and the way it made your heart tighten was borderline ridiculous. How had you ever stayed mad at him for more than a minute with a heart like that?

“Baby.” He looked up, hopeful at the sound of the word. “Of course I still want it. C’mere.”  You pushed yourself up so you were sitting in front of him, reaching out and making a few grabby hands. He was so eager that it left you a bit breathless when he wrapped you up and squeezed tightly, his chin resting on your shoulder as your back arched in his hold, pressing you against him fully. He held it for a minute before he let go, nose brushing against yours before he gave you a short kiss, eyes still closed when he pulled back.

“Thanks. I needed that,” he mumbled, lids opening to reveal pools of hazel that had you melting. You were so distracted that you barely heard him start rambling.

“If you wanna sleep out here, I can bring you your pillow. You might wanna try to sleep on your back though, cause it always hurts my shoulder if I fall asleep on my side. Actually, thats stupid, if you wanna sleep separate you should take the bed, I can bring a blanket out here and jus-”

He trailed off when he saw you shaking your head, smile wide. 

“I don’t want to sleep separate,” you reassured him, standing up. He rose up with you, still a bit weary.

“Oh.”

“Angel I wasn’t gonna sleep out here on purpose, I just fell asleep,” you explained, reaching up to run your fingers along his cheek. He relaxed at your touch, sighing.

“Oh. I thought you were still mad.” 

“I was just annoyed cause I was doing my laundry, it really wasn’t a huge deal. Sorry I left your stuff in a pile though, that wasn’t very nice.”

“I should have gotten it out earlier, it was my bad. It’s all folded now though,” he told you proudly. Your mind wandered to the loud beep you’d heard earlier, eyes going wide.

“Ah shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I um... I left my clothes in the dryer,” you admitted a bit sheepishly, eyes flickering down the hall to the laundry room.

You both looked at each other for a moment before you busted out laughing. 

“Well well well, look how the tables fuckin’ turn,” he teased, tutting at you. “I’ll forgive you this once. I bet they’ll survive until morning. I think it’s bedtime.”

“Definitely bedtime,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him. “In the same bed.” Another kiss. “With cuddles.” 

He smiled against you, only pulling back so he could reach down and grab your thighs to pick you up. 

“Cuddles it is.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and carried you down the hallway towards his room, laundry woes forgotten, proud to have completed day 49 of the streak.

[episkygrant]

can we do mafia!gray?? like a lil concept for grays night?

yesssss 👀

warnings: graphic violence

you didn’t know what you were expecting when you stumbled into that club. the smoke from the fog machine to amplify its aesthetic faded your vision a little, causing you to tread slowly out of fear of bumping into someone—there was way too many people here, and this definitely wasn’t your thing. your thing was hanging out at libraries, studying and working during the week, and staying in and reading during the weekends. no one would ever expect shy and quiet y/n y/l/n to be caught dead in the hottest club in town, maniac.

you hardly drank at all, but you still felt awkward being anywhere near the dance floor, so the bar it is you went. what were you doing here anyway? one of your friends convinced you to meet up with her here—actually begged you to come—but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. it was much like janice to flake out on plans last minute when it involves her and her boyfriend, what was his name again? ethan something?

once you arrived at the bar, you sat down on the stool and requested a simple water. it was incredibly hot despite the short dress that janice loaned you, because “i love you but i cannot be caught dead with you at a club in that sweater”. sometimes you wondered why you were friends with her...

“all alone, angel?”

your body stiffened as a man sat closely beside you—a wickedly handsome man at that. his eyes were a dark hazel and his hair brown, a tad long and falling just below his ear. his jawline looked sharp and defined and he wore a seemingly designer suit that really fit him well. he was lightly smirking you, placing his large palms upon the surface of the bar.

you cleared your throat and managed to squeak out, “j-just waiting for a friend.”

who was most likely not going to show up, but he didn’t need to know that.

“relax, beautiful, m’not going to hurt you. just noticed you seemed lonely and i thought you needed some company,” he chuckled. “my name’s grayson dolan. yours?”

dolan? that sounded familiar... “y/n y/l/n...”

“your shyness is really precious,” grayson hummed, leaning in closer to you. “i can tell you don’t come here often.”

“no, i don’t,” you replied, trying not to feel too intoxicated by his enticing cologne. but he had to be the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes upon, a rarity for you as all you’re ever interested in doing is your schoolwork.

“hmm, janice told me you were a timid one.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and questioned, “you know janice?”

just as he opened his mouth, there was a deafening gunshot noise ringing out somewhere in the club... at least, that’s what you perceived it to be. you screamed along with the rest of the crowd, falling out of your chair to hide underneath the bar. you closed your eyes tightly as more gunshots fired, and prayed that you would make it out of here alive at some point.

a few minutes later, everything went silent. you reopened your eyes and stood up, finding more smoke filling the room. on wobbly legs you rose, clinging onto yourself as you desperately tried to make it through the exit.

“wait!”

you stopped, hearing the sound of graysom screaming. you turned your head and gasped at the sight of him emerging from the smoke... a bullet wound in his one shoulder, and a gun in his hand... fuck. you spun back around and darted towards the door, wondering what the hell janice had gotten you into.

“get her!”

[episkygrant]

Maniac // G.D. [1/4]

Summary: [based on this concept] Mafia leader Grayson Dolan pursues Y/N after a scarring battle in a club, who desperately tries to get away from him.

Warnings: Graphic violence, eventual mature content.

Words: 3.5K

Tags: @hereticryan @dearestbailey @vinylhazza @cherryaestheticss @livexdolan @dolans4lyfe @rhyrhy462 @dolansontheblock @graydolan12 @yansi1923 @m4gneticm00n @joyrivh @graysavant @ryxgrantdolan @jawlinedolan @kate-the-holland​

“Get the girl.”

Y/N spun on her feet as fast as she could and sped off towards the exit, knowing there were several other men coming after her. She swung herself out the door and took off down the sidewalk, relieved to find that there were already crowds of people in surrounding bars and ships walking about—surely they won’t be able to kidnap her in front of the public.

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[evergreen-ia]

july fic favorites!

hi y’all so I’m a fairly new blog and I spend most of my time reading fics on here, and I just wanted to share some of my favorites and show some appreciation for these amazing writers!

grayson:

king of hearts by @dolansficsandpics ~ ang is such a queen at writing, I love this story and all of its angst and smut. my heart does backflips when she updates, I’m so sad it’s ending I just love gray and y/n in this fic!

fresh daisies you can’t keep by @milliondollardolan ~ reading the developing relationship between gray and josie will have your heart soaring, also it’s a nanny series so it has dad!gray, you can’t go wrong there.

what happens in jersey by @angelgrayson ~ dad mode on for grayson in this fic and baby hasn’t arrived yet. their relationship dynamic is also very cute, and the way grayson is depicted will put you in your feels so quick y’all.

kind stranger by @baby-grayson ~ it’s a new fic and I already love it so much! grayson is so nervous with kate and he has so many inner monologues that will make you soft for him. (feedback is also appreciated!)

pine falls by @episkygrant ~ i think about campcounselor!gray daily and if you read this fic I can guarantee you that we will be on the same boat.

ethan:

diadem by @episkygrant ~ prince!ethan fic need I say more? no but honestly its so well written I love it sm.

sweet creature by @vintagedolan ~ my fav harry song incorporated into a fluff/smut fic. I’m there and I’m sold.

daddies girl by @dolandolll ~ very much so a whirlwind of a story that WILL have you at the edge of your seat because of the drama, but its so good!!

satisfied by @persistence-ofmemories ~ will pull at your heart strings, and I can so vividly picture everything that it brought me to tears! whew! and if you love Hamilton this ones for you!

if you haven’t read any of these please do and show these amazing authors some love!! these fics are truly amazing and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do 🥺💗

[houseof-harry]

Bb stop thank you 🤍

[dolandolll]

Daddies Girl // E.D Masterlist

36 year old Ethan Dolan, divorced single dad with a daughter riddled with mommy issues. Seemingly unstable and incapable of loving anyone besides his daughter—he steps foot into a no strings attached love affair with his daughters bestfriend. Lighting an Inferno of emotions.

No boundaries: Ethan sees absolutely no boundaries after his divorce is finally finalised. A free man looking for some fun.

No sleep for the haunted: Katie hears her dad has a what seems like a girl in his room—not knowing who it really is.

Intrusive twin: Grayson stumbles into see you and Ethan fucking.

Jealousies an ugly emotion: Katie spills the beans about Matt—a seemingly harmless guy who’s got a crush on you.

Jealousy is green: Ethan’s jealous gets the better of him.

Starbucks fuck: Ethan confronts you at work after you try running. Already too emotionally invested.

Intrusive twin part two: Grayson tires to reason with Ethan about his inappropriate ‘relationship’

Beach bunnies: Kaite sees Ethan getting it on in his car down by the beach.

Accidental pregnancy: you have a feeling you might be pregnant—if so? Is it game over.

Positive pregnancy: it’s positive—you more Ethan handle the situation like adults.

Intoxicated thoughts: Ethan tells Kaite about his relationship with you—which ends with you telling the truth: before Katie gets physical:

Grieved in the evening: you decided enough s enough and break things off officially with Ethan 

Options three: you and Katie talk about what you’re going to do with the baby.

OBGYN Katie: Katie makes you a doctors appointment.

Breakup/makeup: you and Ethan seem to make up—for now.

A 7 year promise: Grayson tells your dad about your pregnancy in an attempt to keep Ethan safe feom his own demons.

A fathers love: your father confronts you about your secrets. Ending in poor actions that leave you broken.

Broken hearted: you come to after your father assaulted you. Hearing nasty things you never thought you’d have to hear as you scrambled to throw your life a a bag.

The rescuers: Ethan’s at your door as fast as he can get there with a message not only for your mother but a fist for your father.

Doctor do good: A checkup at the doctors clears the smug that’s insane your head

Confrontation: Ethan final confronts Grayson about his actions.

Doctors appointment: you and Ethan finally visit your obgyn.

School yard breakdown: after trying to go back and finish off the school year you realise you can’t do it.

Grayson airs Ethan’s past: after you march on over to Graysons house to find out why he hates you, Grayson spills the beans in his brothers messy past.

Missed moments: after Grayson spills the beans on Ethan’s secrets, it sends shockwaves through your body which is already fragile enough as it is.

Miscarriage madness: you stumble into ED still in shock and all alone while Ethan plays catching in finding our you confronted Grayson.

Cocaine Katie: Ethan goes off the rails after your miscarriage and sends the story spinning a way we didn’t see going.

The bribe: With his brother spinning out of control Grayson does what he feels is best and offers you a way out.

The agreement: you take the money but at what cost?

Concepts & important facts:

Why you did it raw:

Ethan’s flowers:

Kaitlin Vanessa Dolan:

Your fathers belief:

Kaite walks in to see you and Ethan after some foreplay

[dolandolll]

Can we get another daddies girl update? Maybe check in on y/n? 🥺

I have one thing to say about this? It’s that catching and Uber to your parents house was probably not the best idea. With everything that had happened—all you wanted to to go home. Pretend like nothing involving Ethan Dolan had happened.

To go back to your pre Ethan life where things were simple—not so fucked up. But although you wished nothing more then to block out this entire situation and move on with your life? It seemed as though other people weren’t as willing to step slide and let you do that. Two of those people being your mother and father.

“What are you doing here Y/n?” Your mother asked as she opened the door. You’d been pressing the doorbell over and over again so absentmindedly it drove her mad.

“I need to—I want to come home.” You whimpered. A clear glaze in your eyes because you felt like everything inside you had just completely vanished. A shell of your former self.

“You can’t darling, your father, he’s still not—“

“Mum—“

“Y/n, your father—he’s not over this! He’s angry and if he knew you were here? He’s dangerous darling.” The fear in your mother’s eyes was as evident as ever. “You ignited a fire inside this man so fierce even I don’t know who he is anymore—darling please stay as far away as you possibly can, tell this Ethan man his lawyer is a very good man but u can’t go through with it.” Your mother’s eyes filled with tears.

“What are you talking about? Mum no—I I don’t have anywhere to go I—“ the door shut before you could finished. Standing in the front porch lost as ever. Reaching for your phone, calling the only person who you thought might pick up.

“Where the fuck are you Y/n!?” Katie’s voice bellowed through the phone.

“I tried to go home, Mum ah, she shut me out.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind!? I’m coming to get you!”

“Please—I just need you to pick me up so I can get my car.” You sighed. “I can’t see your dad.”

“Dude why not, what’s going on? Why are you being all fucking stupid and reckless and why was dad all quiet and angry on the way home?”

“I uh—I lost the baby Katie.” It was silent on Katie’s end. Processing the words that had left your mother. Angry flooding her system because Katie wasn’t stupid—her uncle definitely played a part in this. “Kat—“

“Just stay put alright? I’m coming to get you.”

“Katie—“ you cried. “I left your dad.” You sobbed. The pain in the chest so tight it felt as if you were having a heart attack.

“Shhh— Y/n I swear to god, just stay where you are alright? I’m coming to get you and I’m bringing you back here and your having a bath and I’m ordering takeout and we’re all gonna get through this together and I swear my dads—“

“He hates me.”

“He loves you and this is all just fucking gut wrenching but I swear you’ll get through this.”

Katie was a kind soul. Although she could be misunderstood as the stereotypical cheerleader popular girl with a reputation to mess around and mommy issues out the ass? She was always there for you. Right now if you didn’t have her after everything that had happened you had absolutely no idea who you’d be able to function.

But it was Ethan who’s broken down alone—stumbling into his brothers from off his head because you’d made Katie go to the 24 hour dinner with you instead of going straight home. Ordering burgers and fries and icecream and just staring at it as it went cold. The feeling of being empty still overwhelming you. Your doctor had advised you to eat calcium rich food, but you didn’t wanna eat at all. Just so broken and empty. But Ethan?

Right now he stood over Grayson—his eyes dark and watery.

“Dude you don’t even know what you’re doing E—“

“I’d give my life for her Grayson, for her and for family. But fuck I wouldn’t give it for nothing and nothing is what I’ve been fucking left with.”

“E—“

“You’re supposed to be my brother? My fucking twin! God I hate—I hate you so much, for everything you’ve done man.”

“I’m not the one who left you Ethan.” Grayson scrambled to hit few as Ethan stepped back. “I’m the one who’s been here for you the entire fucking time! God you are a problem! You’re a fucking mess man and the fact you reverted right back to this absolute fucked up addiction the second she walked out on you—what makes you think you’re stable E? WHOS BEEN THERE FOR YOU SINCE DAY FUCKING ONE MAN.”

“Gray—I don’t know what I’m doing man.”

“No fucking shit man—“

“Gray? Honey is everything alright down there?” Elisabeth cooed as she tried her robe up around her waist.

“Everything’s—everything’s gonna be okay El, I’m just gonna take Ethan home.” Wrapping his arm around Ethan’s waist as he stumbled.

“I wanted this baby so damn bad Gray.”

“Yeah I know you did bro—tell me about it.” Grayson looked up at his wife sitting on the staircase as he walked past. “Tell me about it.”

“I love her man—Gotta get her back bro, can’t—can’t live without her.” Grayson sighed as he opened the front door, watching as red taillights turned off as his nieces car pulled up in the drive. His eyes full of rage because fuck—Grayson was about ready to clean his hands if this entire situation and leave Ethan to his own vices. But he couldn’t. 

“Y/n, I swear don’t look, just go inside—go to my room and maybe put a face mask on? I’ll be up in a second.”

“Katie wait wh—?”

“Inside now, please Y/n/n—trust me.” You did, you didn’t look back. Didn’t see how Ethan stumble across the drive with Grayson towards Katie who waited there for the two identical idiots.

“What’s up with dad?”

“Is that my beautiful girl?” Ethan asked as he tried to raise his head.

“He’s really—drunk Kate.” Kaite knew something was up, something wasn’t sitting right—the way her fathers eyes looked.

“I’ll take it from here Uncle Gray.”

“Katie—“

“You found it didn’t you dad?”

“I don’t think this is the right time for an interrogation now K—“

“Oh trust me it damn well is uncle Gray, because dad managed to find my fucking party stash and I swear—“

“You stole your daughter’s coke, YOU DO FUCKING COCAINE KAITLIN VANESSA DOLAN—“

“Oh what? We share the same last name, doesn’t mean you can reprimand me Grayson. Besides if dad knew where it was he already fucking knew!!”

Tags: @beautorigin @livexdolan @softethan



[vintagedolan]

Please write something with the "I'm sorry I made you cry baby" line in it please IM BEGGING

could you write something about being on your period and leaking on grayson’s bed? everything in his room is white and I would be so nervous if I was on my period there haha love you and your writing xx

When you were on your period there were three things that made coming home from work blissful: undoing your pants, undoing your bra, and seeing Grayson.

In that order.

Usually if you came into his room having already started undressing, he’d be more than excited. But he knew you were on your period, and more importantly he knew it was your second day, your worst and heaviest day. So when you came trudging into his room, pants undone and unzipped, bra in hand, he pouted at you, hating to see you hurting.

“Hey angel,” he cooed, moving towards you.

You sidestepped, and elegantly flopped down onto the bed, groaning into the comforter.

“I hate having a uterus,” you grumbled, so muffled that even Grayson, who had plenty of experience listening to you, could barely understand.

“What do you need, hmmm? Ibuprofen? Ice cream? Hot pack? Cuddles?” His hand moved under your shirt to your back, warm and firm as he rubbed.

You grumbled in interest at the last one, making him chuckle to himself. He bit his tongue, not saying what you reminded him of when you got like this - turns out, you didn’t take well to being called gremlin, even if it was in the most loving of tones. He’d learned that lesson a few months back.

“I’m down for cuddles,” he offered, moving to lay next to you. He paused when you groaned again, worried that he’d done something that had hurt you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I gotta change my fucking tampon but I don’t wanna get up.”

He sighed, rubbing over your lower back, down over your ass a few times - it was more soothing than it was sexual.

“The one thing I can’t really help you with love. Go do it quick, and then we can cuddle.” 

Begrudgingly, you peeled yourself up off the bed and headed to the bathroom, grabbing the little box that Grayson always kept stocked for you under the counter. It was quick work, but Grayson was quicker. When he heard the sink turn on he coaxed the door open, peeking in.

“Gray or white?” You turned to see, relieved to find two pairs of sweatpants in his hands.

“Gray,” you said, moving to dry your hands. 

“Yes?” He gave you his cheekiest smile, proud of his joke. You didn’t have the energy to laugh, only give him a smile and a head shake, but he didn’t take it personally, passing you the sweatpants and one of his tshirts. You stripped down quickly, pulling on the clothes that smelled like a mixture of his wakeheart scent and his laundry detergent, just the fabric alone already relaxing you. 

Grayson was waiting on the bed, already having your comfort show pulled up on his laptop, arm out ready to wrap around you. You crawled up the bed, nestling up as close as you could to him.

While you loved being in Grayson’s arms anytime, there was a specific way he held you while you were on your period that made you love it even more. He noticed once that when your cramps got bad, you’d hunch over and press against your abdomen. So, he’d mastered the ‘ovary hold’ as he called it, which involved him pulling you up against his chest and wrapping his arm around you tight enough for his torso to press against your tummy, just enough pressure for it to be relieving. 

As soon as he had you wrapped up your whole body relaxed against him and you hummed, more than comfortable.

“You tired bubs?” 

“Mhmmm,” you sighed, almost groaning as he rubbed his hand over your back and hips slow and deep, doing his best to get the knots out. 

“Sleep then, maybe it’ll ease up the cramps.” 

“Okay.” It didn’t take any convincing, your eyelids already heavy. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” His lips against your forehead were the last thing you felt before you drifted off.

The first thing you felt when you woke up almost two hours later? 

100 times less pleasant. 

It was the much too wet and warm feeling between your legs that you knew too well.

You’d bled through. And though you couldn’t see it, you could tell it was bad.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you whispered to yourself, trying to move off of Grayson. His face scrunched up, arm only tightening against you.

“Mmmmm, I’ve got you baby, shhh,” he mumbled, eyes still closed and voice raspy with sleep. 

“Grayson. Gray, wake up,” you pushed on his chest, making him open his eyes quickly in concern, though he had to blink a few times before he could see you clearly. 

“You okay?” 

“Uh... not really.”

Your words woke him up the rest of the way and he sat up, rubbing at his eyes and relaxing his arm. Just the shift of your weight was enough for you to feel that you’d definitely soaked through your panties and most likely the sweatpants. 

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Grayson’s voice was deep with concern, one hand still resting on you protectively. 

“I uh... um... I. I bled through my tampon.” You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you looked down at his chest.

“Oh, are there not more in the bathroom? I thought that box was new,” he frowned, obviously a bit confused.

“No, like bled through to my underwear. And your pants. And probably your comforter. I’m sorry.” You were scared to move, scared to make it worse - and the thought of waddling to the bathroom in front of your boyfriend was humiliating. 

“You don’t have to apologize baby, it’s not a big deal.”

You looked up at him then, searching his face for the disgust he was hiding. You didn’t find a trace of it anywhere. 

“It’s embarrassing. And I probably ruined your pants.”

“Baby you can’t control it, it’s not your fault. And I have plenty of pants. Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I promise. You wanna go get cleaned up?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a shower or nothing at this point.”

“Need me to do anything?”

You bit your lip, knowing he wasn’t going to like your answer. “Could you close your eyes? Just while I walk into the bathroom.”

He hesitated, looking directly at you. 

“You have nothing to be ashamed about. But if it’ll make you feel better, then yeah, I’ll close my eyes.” 

“Thank you,” you sighed, watching his eyelashes flutter down as he closed his eyes. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, another thank you, before you crawled off the bed. Of course, with your luck, you’d bled through onto his white comforter too, just like you’d feared. You were determined to make it a quick shower so you could get to all the stains before anything got too dry or set in. 

Grayson opened his eyes once he heard the bathroom door close with a sigh. He wasn’t the least bit worried about it - not even the red splotch on the comforter that he found. He pulled out his phone, opening safari, typing quickly.

best way to get period blood out of fabric

He read what google had to offer quickly, pleased to see that hydrogen peroxide was listed - he had plenty of that, considering it’s what he used to clean out his longboarding scrapes when he got them. 

As quietly as he could, he pulled the comforter off the bed, waiting for the familiar sound of the shower to come on before he snuck into the bathroom. He sat the comforter down next to your pile of soiled clothes, heading back out to grab a pair of old black DT sweats, a new shirt and a pair of panties that you’d left once. He folded them neatly on the counter, reaching for your bloody clothes and moving them to the bathtub. 

He followed the google instructions of flushing out as much of the blood as he could with cold water, starting with the comforter. It wasn’t much, so he just wet it and treated it with the peroxide before he moved on to the sweatpants, a larger, angry red stain spread across the crotch. They weren’t terrible either, and he did as the instructions said, washing them out and treating them. Finally, he got to your panties. His eyebrows shot up at the sheer amount of blood, water running red below his hands as he worked the fabric under the stream. He knew women bled a lot, but jesus he didn’t realize it could be that much, especially in such a short time. When the water ran clear he treated them as well, gathering up everything and heading for the washer, glad that your shower was still going.

Afterwards, as quickly as he could he snagged the coziest blankets from the living room, tossing them over his bed in case you wanted to sleep again. As a final touch he headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a tampon for you, placing it on top of your folded clothes before leaving the bathroom and closing the door. 

He heard the water turn off a few minutes later, the familiar shuffle of you putting clothes on audible through the door.

But what he didn’t expect was for you to have tears running down your face when you opened that door, eyes searching for him. When they landed on the makeshift bedding arrangement, you broke down even more, realizing why your clothes were missing, what he’d done while you were showering.

“Hey, why are you crying, what’s wrong?” He was in front of you in an instant, 

“You cleaned everything,” you blubbered into his chest, overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness and your hormones. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to angel, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry. C’mon, we’ll lay down and watch an episode.” 

You only nodded, sniffling a bit as he wiped your tears, leading you over to the bed and assuming the same position you had been in, the ovary hold and all. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry, baby,” he said after your sniffles finally subsided, pouting a bit when you looked up at him. You kissed it away, trying to reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“You’re an absolute dream Grayson Dolan, and I don’t tell you that enough,” you murmured into his neck once you got comfortable and settled. He just squeezed you tighter and left a kiss on your forehead before he hit play, content to hold you and do whatever he could for you. 

[godlydolans]

Does irina ever accidentally call y/n mummy though? How would y/n react?

One extremely cold October afternoon, Y/N had the kids at her place and usually when they are together, the kids like to do something outdoorsy. But that day being so cold, Y/N convinced them to spend the day indoors.

There was a lot of fun stuff to do even at home because there's never a dull day when Elijah and Irina are together. Those two together are a force to be reckoned with.

Y/N came into the living room carrying all sorts of board games and laid them for for the kids to choose from. Eventually settling on Ludo after an intense game of rock, paper, scissors between Elijah and Irina, all three of them settled down on the floor with the board game between them.

It was really, really fun. The children didn't even realise they played for almost an hour. After the game was back in its box and the kids were off the floor and back on the couch, Y/N went into the kitchen and got them some hot chocolate with marshmallow.

Y/N put Beauty and The Beast on TV, happily settled in between the two munchkins when they patted the space between them and called her to sit. With the blanket draped over all three of them, they watched in silence.

Halfway into the film, Elijah was almost asleep. His head was on his mother's lap, his eyes closed as he snuggled into her stomach. Y/N smiled, watching her beautiful baby as she brushed his curls off his forehead.

"Love you, ma," Elijah opened one eye and peeked up at Y/N, before falling back into a sound sleep.

"Love you, Li."

Irina watched the sweet exchange between mother and son with longing eyes. But she quickly turned her gaze back to Belle and the Beast when Y/N turned to look at her. Yeah, she really wanted what Elijah had.

It was so unfair, she thought, that Elijah had both his mommy and daddy while she didn't. Even her daddy had his mom, her grandma Lisa. Why couldn't she have one too?

Peeking at the way Y/N was gently running her fingers through Elijah's hair, Irina wondered if she would do the same to her if she were to fall asleep on her lap.

So, without really feeling sleepy at all, the little girl made a show of rubbing her eyes with her fists and slowly leaned her head against Y/N's arm. Her little heart went soft as a marshmallow when she felt Y/N put her arm around her and pull Irina to her side.

"Sleepy?" She whispered, her voice soft as a whisper.

"Hmm," Irina smiled in contentment as she finally lowered her head to Y/N's other thigh and curled up in a ball. She didn't even have to wait a second to get the answer to her previous question.

Because there it was, the amazing feeling of Y/N's gentle fingers running through her hair. It felt so cozy on her lap, Irina's eyes really started to droop with sleep. And before she could stop them, the words tumbled from her lips.

"Love you, ma."

Colour rushed to her cheeks and her eyes widened as Irina waited, embarrassed to see how Y/N would react to being called 'ma' by her. When no response came from her and her hand remained laid on Irina's head, she peeked up to see Y/N had fallen asleep too.

Releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding, Irina let herself relax and enjoy being held in Y/N's motherly arms. Her lap felt like the safest place in the world, right beside her daddy's arms and sleep came instantly.

Few minutes later, when Ethan came into the house, returning after a meeting with Grayson, the sight that greeted him in the living room took his breath away.

If he thought he couldn't be more attracted to Y/N than he already way, he was just proven very wrong. Because she looked ethereal right at that moment, head resting in an uncomfortable position on the headrest of the couch as she slept. Her arms protectively wrapped around both of his children, her hands on their heads, as they slept in her lap.

Fuck, she really wasn't making this 'just co-parents' deal easy for him.

Walking on tiptoes, Ethan found himself in front of the three humans who held his heart in their palms and just watched them with a smile on his lips, trying to commit this beautiful view to memory.

He turned the TV off and adjusted the blanket around Elijah. He left a feather light kiss Elijah's forehead, one on Irina's and his heartbeat doubled in speed as he placed the gentlest, softest kiss on Y/N's forehead.

"My angel." Ethan whispered, feeling brave enough to peck her forehead again before he grabbed a cushion from the other couch and placed it under her head.

[certifiedskywalker]

Hear Me Out - Diego Hargreeves

Anonymous said: Could you do a fic where the reader is number 8 and they and Diego have something going on like Alison and Luther. Maybe the reader doesn’t realize it

(Sorry that this is sooo long, I guess it could be considered a slow burn??? In a one shot??? I dunno. I hope you like it!)

Reginald Hargreeves was not the only person that had taken an interest in the spontaneous births that racked the planet on that fateful day in 1989; but he was the only billionaire which was why William Whackerman could only collect one child. He was in his seventies when he ‘adopted’ you and a heavy smoker. Despite his less than glamorous health habits, Mr. Whackerman, as he entreated you called him, maintained his fatherly figure for the next seventeen years of your life. Which compared to the years that followed, were quite content.

After Mr. Whackerman’s death, a sudden but not-so-shocking heart attack, you were sent to a special school. Only, the Umbrella Academy wasn’t just simply a school. It was also a messed up, backwards excuse of a family. Reginald was only present during missions and paid little mind to you, his ‘new number eight’, for your powers had not been hardened by training his own children had been forced to endure. 

He simply stapled you on the end of the numerical order and left you with Vanya. Although, you didn’t quite mind the quiet girl’s company. She told you about Fives, how Father hadn’t been quite the same after he had vanished, but also talked to you about books and art; things to find hope in that Mr. Whackerman had neglected to foster. Through the next years of your life, Vanya had become a steady river of companionship; her and Diego. The prized knife slinging, living weapon of Reginald’s little army had taken an interest in you from the moment you had arrived.

While he didn’t talk much, which was due to a stutter you had learned about by accident. You had walked into his room when you were still finding your way around the monstrously large house. He had been standing before a mirror, eyes locked with his reflection’s as he stuttered out a sentence full of ‘ms’ and ‘ws’. He had been so angry and caught off guard when you saw him that he was shocked into silence.

“It’s okay, Number Two,” you still hadn’t been properly introduced as Grace was out of commission for repairs, “just take it slow. You’ll find the words.”

 You had stayed with him until he broke the silence. “It’s Diego. M-My name is Diego.”

And that had been the start of it all. At meals, you sat yourself between Diego and Vanya to enjoy the horribly daunting quiet. Even with no words exchanged, a silent knocking of sneakered feet against each other told Diego you enjoyed his company and vice versa. Despite being in your teen years, your relationship had been so juvenile; never once had it stepped over childish affection. 

Diego would parade his growing collection of knives, how to aim just right but too nervous to get too close to show you how. Granted, your powers lacked the refinement and accuracy of Diego’s so many knives had clinked to the stone ground of the courtyard. With pink cheeks, he would always tell you that you did well.

Some nights, you would both camp out in the courtyard, peer up at the stars at you traded dreams like sweets in the darkness. You swore never to use your powers on Diego unless he told you that you could.

“W-What can you do?” You shifted beside him, turning to keep your eyes off of him.

“If I stare at you long enough, I can hear your thoughts. But I have to stare for a while which is why your dad won’t let me go with you on missions.” Diego must have sensed your disappointment for he had been quick to console you.

“Missions aren’t that fun anyway,” a lie, you both knew it, “plus it’s a sibling thing.” You remember smiling and knocking your shoulder against Diego’s. Even at seventeen he had been muscular and barely moved at the contact.

“I’m not your sibling?” You teasing had made Diego shift at your side as your teasing made him uncomfortable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to press, I-I-”

“It’s alright, Y/N,” Diego had murmured but you could see with ease the dejected look in his eyes. “I’m glad you’re not really a sibling …Father…being his child isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Allison makes it work, with the magazines…I-I…can’t.”

You knew better than to press Diego and instead, you stayed at his side until the sun rose. Pogo had wandered out by then, water can in hand to tend to the flowers. He found you and Diego asleep, slumped against one another like rag dolls. The smiling chimp woke you both, sent you off to your rooms where you silently exchanged more chit-chat.

Outside of superpowered abilities and late night conversations, the two of you would communicate through the shared walls of your room through a secret language of knocks. Throwing an eighth child into the mix had disturbed any sense of order maintained by Reginald and with Klaus growing wilder by the day, it seemed the man had given up on some of his children; this included the systematic arrangement of rooms. In those sweet days, two and eight were neighbors, just like one and three. 

But like everything good, it came to an end. Although, you figured you had brought the end with you. The older you and the rest got, the harder Reginald tried to choke out your freedom. After Ben died, Klaus left to go…somewhere. No one was quite sure where but one day you all woke up and he was gone. Then Vanya, as soon as she got into college, she left and begged for you to come with. 

“What about the others?” Vanya had frowned then, tears had spilled down her cheeks. The Umbrella Academy had never been home for her, for you it barely sufficed. Yet you had found some solace in the patchwork family that had taken you in and chose to stand behind with a promise you would join Vanya when you felt ready to leave.

 That time came far more swiftly than you had expected. On that very night, you wandered through the house in search of Diego. You couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him behind. Although it seemed that Diego hadn’t felt the same way. 

When you stepped into the den, Diego was nowhere in sight. Grace had been idle in the kitchen, sat at the table with a cross stitch uncompleted in her grasp.

“Where’s Diego? Grace?” The blonde android, the mother of the child you had grown to call you closest friends. Beady, loving eyes met your gaze with a cherry-red smile.

“My little bird has left the nest,” she said and you noted how her programmed grin fell for the slightest second. “He’s gone.”

“You mean he’s just out, right? He’s no-”

“He left,” Grace said, the mechanics under the synthetic skin stalled, which gave her lips an almost human quiver. You felt your own resolve as it dropped and wet tears fell down the slopes of your cheeks. The memory of Grace reaching out and you pulling away was stuck in your mind as you packed your belongings. No there was nothing keeping you there.

So you left that next morning, bid Grace and Pogo ado with tight hugs. If the android woman hadn’t been programmed to smile, you would have sworn her lips were not as upturned as they were normally.

“Do promise you’ll visit and bring Miss Vanya back with you,” Pogo entreated, beady brown eyes pleading. You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze with your silence. Pogo seemed to understand the quiet exchange and you gave the foyer of the Umbrella Academy one last look. Up the stairs on the landing, you made out the silhouette of Reginald watching on but not daring to give you a proper farewell.

Your childhood with Mr. Whackerman and your teenage years spent with the Hargreeves somehow even out your feelings on family. Living with Vanya also helped in that respect. You helped make ends meet between shifts at a local cafe and Vanya’s orchestra work. When she decided to publish her autobiography, you were both content; despite the pages of her writing adding a final flourish to an end of a peaceful chapter.

“He’s dead,” Vanya said, prompting you to look up from the table wedged between the living room and kitchen. With a furrowed brow you peered at her with her soaked hair and drenched clothes. The case of her volin hung loosely in her hand, droplets of rain still rolling off of the side.

“What? Who?” You stood up from your seat and closed your book. Vanya’s already dark brown eyes resembled shadows, glancing slowly around your face. Moth-like, Vanya’s limbs fluttered inside the apartment, the door still open behind her as she wandered in towards the light. The lines in her face were more defined as were the tear trails on her moistened cheeks.

“My father…”

It had been nearly a decade since either you or Vanya had stepped foot inside the Umbrella Academy. The brick building loomed, more nightmarish now than in your own childhood. Vanya stood at your side, small hands curled into tight fists. She too was feeling the whirlwind of emotions that had swept you along as well. 

“It’s alright,” you said, but Vanya’s gaze remained trained on the door. “You took your medication today right?” 

Vanya nodded in response and it seemed that the mention of her routine grounded her enough to speak. “I don’t think it’s going to help much though.”

“We won’t ever know if we don’t go inside,” you pointed out. The reality of your words pulled Vanya’s eyes to yours. “You ready?”

“No,” she replied and stepped forward to open the door. 

The grand entrance hall was wholly unchanged. Looming statues that resembled more gargoyles than any other loving beast were the first faces to greet you. Persian rugs laid under a centerpiece table that held flowers, ones cared for by Pogo evident by the crispy, vibrant petals. The same chill that had rolled over your shoulders when you first moved in to the academy gripped you then with boney fingers tight. If the place wasn’t haunted before, you were certain Reginald wandered about the hallways now. 

“Is it me or does it-”

“Vanya? Y/N?”

The voice, while odd having not heard it in so long, comforted you in some irrational way. Spinning on your toes you turned to meet the mournful gaze of Allison as she stepped towards you. Her curls cascaded perfectly over her shoulders in the way that, when you were teenagers, never failed to strike you with awe. 

“Hi,” Vanya greeted, breaking the slight silence that had gathered. She stepped towards Allison and fell into what, from your eyes, seemed like a strained sibling hug. Part of you was glad your father, Mr. Whackerman, had only adopted you out of the forty-three children born. The thought of having such a stiff family relationship set you on edge.

“It’s so great to see you,” Allison said as she pulled away from the half-hearted embrace. When her eyes found yours she added, “to see you both.”

“I’m sorry, for your loss,” you said and tried out a bittersweet smile on the girl labelled ‘number three’. She returned the gesture and sighed.

“Father would be happy to see you here, Y/N,” she turned back to Vanya, “and you.” You bit the inside of your lip to keep from scowling. You knew that Allison was trying to be kind but to lie so obviously made you want to cringe. Vanya, ever stoic, remained silent. “I think Klaus is here if you want to-”

“She shouldn’t be here.” A low, gravelly voice interjected followed by the sound of heavy boots clunking down the stairs. “She should-”

The repeated message with the same eerily cold sentiment was cut short. A familiar pair of dark brown eyes landed on your form and you swore it was as if you and Klaus had traded powers. The dead memories of the Diego you knew danced before you, bleed into your mind like a freshly opened wound. 

Scars on his face showed his age more than even the slight bags under his eyes. He looked as if he hadn’t sleep soundly in a year, only napping for a few minutes here and there to keep himself afloat. Even with the stumbling step Diego took in your direction, he moved as a shadow; all dark and watchful with the eyes to match. Despite everything, he was still the Diego you had known when you were younger. 

If you had stared into his eyes any longer, you were certain his thoughts would fold open like the pages of the book that had driven the wedge further between you.

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[certifiedskywalker]

Dating Diego Hargreeves Would Include....

This is a lot of headcanons for the lovely Diego before the events of The Umbrella Academy! I hope you enjoy! Let me know if any of you would like a one shot with him! 

Warnings: Cursing and Hargreeves Family Trauma TM

Diego is unwilling to submit to anything he deems too vulnerable.

Part of that may be toxic masculinity but a majority of the fear of fragility stems from his upbringing.

Despite his hate for Reginald, he words still haunted him.

“There is no room for weakness, Number Two. Again!”

“Go to your room! Maybe you’ll find the words there!”

“Attention here, boy! Grace is not your mother!”

“Emotions are a distraction from the mission.”

Sometimes he would wake up in a cold sweat with vile phrases still echoing in his skull, pulling tears to his eyes before he could suppress them further.

So when Diego meets you, he tries his best to ignore you.

But you make that man so weak, he just can’t admit it to himself.

Your laugh makes his knees shake

Your smile makes his heart race

And he knows he should be ashamed of feeling so deeply for you,

At least that’s what his father would tell him.

Sadly, he sees you every few weeks thanks to his….line of work…

So he finds himself weak more than he would care to admit.

You work with Patch in the police department.

“Hargreeves! Good to see you again.”

“Likewise, L/N.”

He would said it with a scowl, but part of you knew he liked you.

“Whatcha do this time? Steal evidence? Punch a suspect?”

“None of your business.”

“Well, actually, I do work here.”

He would just scoff and roll his eyes.

But when you turn back to your desk, Diego’s eyes are glued on you.

You work so hard, with your lips pursed and brow furrowed.

You’re so goddamn good and he can’t help but stare.

Then Patch walks in and you’re asking her a question, glancing over at Diego.

Most of the time, he’s able to tear his eyes away when you do.

But one time, he just can’t.

“So what did he…you okay?”

He’s still staring at you and you turn in your chair to face him completely.

Even Patch looks at him in confusion.

“Hargreeves?” Eudora snaps her fingers, but his attention is still trained on you.

“Diego?” You’re leaning over your chair, looking into his brown eyes.

They’re shining under the light and you feel your heart pounding in your chest as you take in his features.

“Yeah?”

“You alright?”

“Yeah.”

He’s not though.

You don’t see Diego for a while after that.

“Hey, Patch have you seen-”

“Your loverboy? No. He’s been quiet recently.”

In reality, Diego has been everything but quiet.

Punching walls, punching punching bags, punching anything really.

He works out until his legs shake and stays up so late that even his boss starts to worry about him.

Diego does everything in his power to distract himself from his thoughts of you.

He doesn’t let himself think about the day he first met you.

How you smiled at him as he was dragged off the crime scene.

He had winked at you, not knowing that he would fall for you.

Diego had fallen for you….

…hard

So one day, at around two in the morning, Diego breaks.

He calls home and prays Reginald is asleep.

He silently hopes that Luther is too far up his own ass to hear the phone ringing.

“Hello, this is the Hargreeves residence. May I ask who is calling?”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Diego!”

“I…I can I talk to you?”

“Of course, dear. What do you want to talk about?”

He talks about you, never once saying your name for fear that Reginald is somehow listening in.

He tells Grace about how funny you are, even if you think you’re not.

He’s overheard some of the shit you say under your breath at the office.

He talks about your smile.

He talks about your eyes.

And before he can talk about the rest of you, it’s day break, the sun lighting his small room at the gym.

“Sorry for keeping you up, Mom.”

“Nonsense, Diego. I’m happy that you have found a special someone.”

“Thanks, M-Mom.”

He stutters when he’s scared, frightened.

He’s scared of loving you.

“Well, your father will be walking soon. Call again soon, Diego.”

“Sure Mom. Bye.”

While Diego is torturing himself to Hell and back, you really begin to worry about him.

“Has there been any reports about a man dressed in black?”

“Who? Batman?”

“Patch….”

“No, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

The day was long and you were walking out of the office late.

You’re fishing for your keys when you feel someone grab your arm.

Instinct takes over and you elbow whoever was trying to grab you.

“Ow! It’s me!”

“Diego?” You push some hair away from your face, surprised that it was really him.

He was leaning over, an arm over his stomach and visibly in pain.

Yet, Diego is smiling nonetheless; he’s just so happy to see you again.

“Yes!”

“You scared me! Sorry,” you began, rushing over to make sure he wasn’t hurt too bad.

Your hand is on his shoulder, warm and inviting as you ramble out more apologies.

Diego’s eyes are on you the entire time, smiling as you keep going on and on about how you simply weren’t expecting him.

“Y/N,” he tried to break through your words but you weren’t listening.

So Diego swallows his fear and grabs your hands.

The contact curtails your speech and suddenly you’re looking into his eyes like the last time you had seen him.

“Hey, uh, do you w-want to get a drink?”

His question catches you off guard, but your grin is instinctual.

As he waits for your answer, you can’t help but take in his expression.

His plush lips are parted, tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously; his eyes are bright, even in the darkness of night; and you realized you had never seen Diego so skittish before.

“I would love to get a drink.”

“Good, I-I-”

“If you take off the leather,” you gesture to the straps still adorning his chest, your words making Diego chuckle.

“You don’t like it?”

“Oh, I do,” you say, following Diego to his car, “I just don’t think people in the bar will appreciate it as much as I do.”

The drive to the bar was nice, with light conversation about work and teasing Diego about his outfit.

The attitude shifts with you both begin to drink.

Diego doesn’t normally part take, but he needs to take the edge off.

You make him so weak, he feels the need to have alcohol to blame in place of himself if he makes a foolish decision.

“So where have you been?” You ask, taking a sip of your beverage.

“Busy,” Diego signs, not holding your gaze.

“You don’t like to share do you?”

“I just don’t,” Diego says, a bit more cold than he intended. “I mean, I would like to share, I just don’t…”

“Trust people?”

Diego only nods in response, thankful and in awe at your understanding.

You reach across the counter top, sitting at the edge of your stool as you place your hand on top of Diego’s.

“You can trust me, Diego.”

He smiles, like really smiles and you swear it’s like sunshine.

A silence gather between the two of you and you have to stop yourself from leaning closer to him.

Tension is growing between you, nearly suffocating the two of you.

“Unless you like kill a puppy then I have to arrest you.” Diego chuckles at that.

“A true detective,” he teases, “good to know I’m safe.”

“Like you need me to protect you, knife boy.”

“Wow, you drunk already?”

Drinks after work became a Friday tradition.

One Friday night, you and Diego arrive at the bar to find it closed while the owners were on vacation.

“Well, what now?” You ask, turning to Diego with a questioning look.

“Find another bar?”

“But it won’t be the same!”

Diego couldn’t help but smile at your exclamation and your loyalty to the weekly ritual you both had created.

“Why are you smiling like that, huh?”

“I have some beer at my place,” Diego said before he could even think. He scratches the back of his neck as he gauges your reaction.

Your breath hitches and you stare into his warm brown eyes.

“Okay, so your place?” You ask once you find your voice again.

“Sure.”

Diego takes you to the gym and you’re confused at first. But he leads you inside and you see the conditions he’s been living in since he was kicked out of the police academy.

“It’s so cold in here,” you grumble, rubbing at your arms.

“There’s a few blankets on the foot of the bed if you want them,” Diego calls out as he pulls two bottles from his mini fridge.

You plop yourself down on his bed, the only true piece of furniture in the room and wrap yourself in one of the warmer looking sheets.

“Here, this might help,” Diego says, handing you a bottle as he sits beside you.

You both sit on his bed in silence, the easy kind though.

The silence you had grown to love when it was shared with Diego.

Anything with Diego made your day better.

You sneak a glance out of the corner of your eye to look at him, only to find he’s already looking at you.

“Sorry, I uh, I don’t have people over.”

“It’s alright,” you say, nudging your shoulder against his. “I like your place it’s…..cozy.”

“Small,” he corrected with a chuckle, “it’s small.”

You set your beer on the floor beside his bed and shake your head.

“No, I mean yeah, it is, but it works. Could use some paint, but it’s home, right?”

Diego doesn’t respond.

He only stares at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

His heart his pounding in his chest but not because he’s scared or thinking about everything Reginald had ever told him about weakness…..

..….his heart is racing because he’s in love with you.

Carefully, Diego places his beer down and shifts on his bed so he’s facing you.

You swallow hard, noting how his eyes have darkened and his lips have part for shallow breaths.

“Diego?”

“I-I,” he curses when he begins to stutter and almost starts to apologize when you place a hand on his cheek.

“Hey, look at me,” he does and he sees only softness. “Trust me.”

So, for the first time in his life, Diego relinquishes control and his harbored fear.

He lets you lean closer to him and press a light kiss to his lips.

Your thumb skirts over his cheekbone and you peck his lips again and again

Until Diego is pressing back, hands pawing at your waist like a touch-starved animal.

Soon you’re straddling his thighs, holding his scruffy jaw in your hands and kissing him as if you need him to survive.

His hands are on your waist, not relenting in his hunger for you.

When you finally part, Diego is breathless.

You nuzzle your nose against his, the action making him chuckle.

“Been waiting to do that,” he murmurs, trailing his hand from your waist and up your arm.

“You shouldn’t have waited,” you tease.

He wants to bite back, say something witty.

But instead, he moves his hand to your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss. 

After that night, you and Diego make your Friday tradition daily. Only minus the drinking.

You spend the night at his place, only when he feels comfortable with it.

Diego’s a private person and you don’t want to intrude.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll make breakfast for you in his tiny kitchen instead of going out to eat in the morning.

“Eggs? Again?”

“I thought you loved my cooking?”

“Diego, you only cook eggs.”

Investing in new kitchenware and spending days off learning new recipes.

“How about that chicken dish? It would be good after you work out.”

“You look after me so well.”

Watching him do said work out.

If he’s in a particularly lovey-dovey mood, Diego will do that push up thing.

You know, that cheesy push up thing.

You’re underneath him and reward him with a kiss after every push up; that thing.

You both secretly adore that thing.

Despite their history, Patch is supportive of this relationship.

“It seems much healthier than ours. I’m happy for you both.”

You never worry about your security system.

Learning about Diego’s family in more depth that what was shared in the media.

“Your dad was a….”

“Prick? Yeah, I know.”

Holding him after nightmares.

He’ll wake up, chest heaving and sweaty until your arms are around his waist, pulling him back to reality.

Cleaning up cuts and wounds after he goes off gallivanting, beating up criminals.

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” You ask, wiping the blood off his forehead.

Diego’s hands find your hips, pulling you between his spread legs and you can feel his body heat.

“Taking care the outlaw? The very man you’re supposed to be rooting against….being an officer of the law.”

“I don’t do field work, Diego,” you joke back, “and it feels great knowing you’re here now and safe.”

He’s not one for PDA

That being said, Diego is always touching you in some way when you’re both out and about.

Hand on the small of your back

Arm over your shoulder

Even, if you’re really lucky, holding your hand in his.

He learns to ignore the thoughts of his upbringing and allows himself to hug you close.

He loves to bury his face in your neck and escape the world he had been so alienated from by his father.

Kissing you is his favorite thing next to his knife collection.

Speaking of knives, on his birthday (any other holiday too) you give him a new knife and a pack of bandages.

“It’s like you can read my mind, babe.”

“Maybe that’s my superpower.”

On your birthday, Diego surprises you.

You think that he’s forgotten your birthday because the day starts off so normal (egg breakfast, workout, etc.)

But, when you stop by his place after work, he’s spruced it up.

He’s hung new lights, bought flowers for the small table in the kitchen and he’s even wearing a red sweater.

You had bought him the bright sweater as a joke on Valentines day, but there he was now, wearing it with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

“Happy birthday.” He wraps his arms around you and holds you so close it almost pains him to let you go.

“And I got you this.”

It’s a necklace with a knife charm on it; badass and hella chic if I do say so myself.

Grace helped him pick it out

You don’t even really wear much jewelry due to your job but you make a point to wear it everyday. 

Stealing his black sweaters (because he just has so many)

He can’t help but smirk when he sees you in them.

One morning, you wake up before him and tug one of his dark sweatshirts over your head.

You’re trying to find something for breakfast, ideally something that isn’t eggs again, when Diego wakes up.

He sees you in his sweatshirt ,roaming about the small kitchen like you own it and looking in cabinets for something to eat.

You look so small to him, but Diego knows it’s deceiving.

You’re a force to be reckoned with and he adores that you’ve let him love you.

He really loves you.

So he says just that.

“I love you.”

You’re about to put some bread in the toaster when he says it.

You stop moving so you can turn to face him, blood rushing to your ears as your face blushes.

He holds your gaze, still laying in bed while you stand in the kitchen.

His head it propped up against his arm, the sheets pulled over his body but leaving his chest exposed.

Diego looks like a painting when he relaxed; tanned skin so soft and eyes like embers in the morning light.

“I love you,” he says again.

Not because he think you didn’t hear him.

He knows you did.

He says it again because he’s never meant something more.

It’s his heart raw, in all it’s weakness, as a big ‘fuck you’ to his father.

Diego Hargreeves loves you and isn’t afraid of his old man’s teachings anymore.

“I love you too.”

And that’s all he needs to hear.