— 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ❜

private & selective diego of umbrella academy. written by aspen

[hargrump-a]

i’ve  moved  diego  to  @hargrump  so  pls  come  follow  me  there  if  u  miss  me  as  much  as  him  and  i  miss u

[hargrump-a]

i’ve  moved  diego  to  @hargrump  so  pls  come  follow  me  there  if  u  miss  me  as  much  as  him  and  i  miss u

[hargrump-a]

i’ve  moved  diego  to  @hargrump  so  pls  come  follow  me  there  if  u  miss  me  as  much  as  him  and  i  miss u

[hargrump-a]

it was my birthday yesterday guys

[hargrump-a]

sorry  for  lack  of  activity  ,   i  love  diego  with  all  my  heart  ,   he  is  my  favorite  muse.   i’ll  be  on  here  a  lot  more  soon!!

[hargrump-a]

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  ❜

   “I’m sorry, Diego.”

   I’m sorry. What a thing to say when your doing the exact opposite of apologizing. What Felicia was doing, was far worse. She had tricked him - which could not even begin to sum up the damage Felicia had inflicted; handing over the man she loved to her client. He had made himself clear; she hands over Diego to him and his men, or she is on the chopping block. One last job. One and Felicia could be out of their clutches. He’d promised. Funny how stupid that sounded now. What were promises to liars and cheaters?

  Even now, the Cat behaves with such cowardice. She cannot even look down at what she’d done, even as the gangster grabs her by her chin and forces her in the direction of Diego. Laughter filled throbbing eardrums, enough to make Felicia wince and curl away from the touch. “Diego - I - I didn’t have a choice.”

𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒃𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆  𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔.   especially  for  someone  known  as  diego  hargreeves.   despite  him  being  the  knife - guy  ,   he  seemed  to  be  the  one  who  got  stabbed  in  the  back.   the  irony  of  it  all.   almost  brought  a  smile  to  his  face.   almost.   instead  ,   he’s  grinding  both  rows  of  teeth  together  ,   suppressing  all  emotions  whirling  around  inside.   why   ,   just  why  did  it  have  to  be  her?   felicia  ,   she  was  good.   they  were  good.   he  actually  cared  about  her  well - being  at  the  end  of  the  day.

                    he  actually  smiled  at  the  thought  of  the  woman  who  kept  him  on  his  toes  three  nights  of  the  week.   their  endless  game  of  cat  and  mouse.   her  delicate  yet  demanding  touch  of  just  her  fingertips  as  she  continued  to  play  with  diego  as  if  he  were  her  toy.   how  he  didn’t  just  see  her  as  an  ally.   or  as  a  friend.   maybe  he  cared  for  her  for  more  than  he  could  admit.

                    now  here  she  stood  ,   insisting  that  she  regretted  it  all.   but  it  was  too  late  for  that  now.   he  couldn’t  forgive  her  and  let  her  in.   not  after  everything.   but  he  so  badly  wants  to.

                    ❝     guess  i  didn’t  mean  shit  to  you  after  all   ,   ❞     he  spat  out.

[hargrump-a]

i  finally  found  the  diego  funko  pop  and  i’m  never  letting  go

[hargrump-a]

why  have  i  never  made  the  joke  as  penned  by  aspen

[hargrump-a]

𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞  ❜

         ❝Guess it was just lucky.❞

         She can’t help but be happy, she would have come around sooner to agreeing to go out — just for dinner or drinks, it wasn’t a date — sooner if their schedules had aligned better. But, all the same it was a little annoying that he seemed to be so high strung about the situation. Like he knew it was inevitable, despite the fact that she’d been eager to prove him wrong, to keep him on his toes.

         ❝You’re willing to hand over the lead? Just like that? You sick, Hargreeves?❞ She found herself teasing.

❝     𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆  𝒊𝒕  𝒐𝒓  𝒏𝒐𝒕  ,   𝒆𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂  ,   𝒊  𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒊'𝒎  𝒐𝒇𝒇  𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚.   ❞     maybe  not  try  coming  at  the  woman  you’ve  been  trying  to  go  on  a  date  with  ,   hargreeves.   one  wrong  move  and  she’d  change  her  mind.   he  was  the  one  at  a  disadvantage  ,   despite  everything  looking  as  if  it  were  falling  into  place  for  him.   he  quickly  displayed  a  wide  grin  to  reveal  he  was  merely  messing  around.

                    then  a  small  laugh  followed  ,   despite  having  closed  lips.   diego  never  liked  people.   how  could  he?   most  of  the  ones  he’s  ever  interacted  with  were  absolute  garbage.   his  family  was  a  great  example  of  this  accusation.   yet  ,   he  knew  there  was  a  world  beyond  his  own  that  needed  heroes.   he  didn’t  need  to  be  told  where  to  be  at  all  times  ,  who  needed  to  be  rescued  or  a  reason.   sometimes  sitting  back  and  waiting  for  orders  is  exactly  what  got  people  killed.  being  on  his  own  gave  diego  plenty  of  more  freedom  but  it  still  wasn’t  enough.

                   he  rapidly  blinked  to  rid  of  those  thoughts.   think  about  that  another  time  ,   diego.   right  now  ,  this  gorgeous  woman  is  finally  asking  you  out.

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[hargrump-a]

i  can’t  even  attempt  to  look  at  drafts  right  now   ...   so  ,   like  this  even  if  we  have  interacted  before  so  we  can  plot  out  a  thread  together.

[jaideadly]

                                𝒊'𝒎  𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔   ,   𝒊'𝒎  𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒚𝒐𝒖.                                                                            credit.

[hargrump-a]

taking  a  few  days  off  ,   so  i  leave  you  all  with  my  favorite  icon  of  diego

[hargrump-a]

𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  ❜

               𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎  ━━━  but bloody hell, the expression on his face makes her wish that she had. before she was supposed to go meet her BROTHERS for the holidays in a few days, scarlett found herself in a quaint little CAFE and a table outdoors, enjoying herself with a cup of tea and earphones plugged in, but her attention was immediately caught when she saw an all too FAMILIAR figure take the seat in front of her… right into his own TRAP. her favorite enemy, landing into a situation that neither of them would have ever expected.

             legs crossed and eyebrow raised as she simply SMIRKED at him, waiting for him tonotice what hung between them, and once he did, she couldn’t stop herself form laughing. it seems that there was always MISFORTUNE for either of them when they were in each other’s presence. she set her mug down, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand, tilted to the side in a curious manner.

            “ what’s wrong, love ? afraid i’m going to ＢＩＴＥ ? ”

❝     𝒘𝒉𝒚   ...     ❞      he  threw  his  head  back  dramatically  as  if  it  were  the  end  of  the  world.   because  ...   it  definitely  was.   she  would  never  let  him  live  this  down.   never  ever  and  it  bothered  him.   good  thing  there  was  still  a  decent - sized  table  separating  them.   maybe  he  could  start  a  conversation  with  her  instead.   distract  her  from  the  current  situation  ,   and  maybe  just  maybe  she’d  forget.

                    except  he  was  forgetting  one  thing.   scarlett  never  forgot  anything.   she  would  not  fall  for  his  tricks.   not  even  on  diego’s  best  day  could  that  happen.   letting  out  one  more  lengthy  ,   agitated  groan  of  pain  ,   he  once  again  made  eye  contact  with  her.   at  least  scarlett  was  pretty.

                    he  still  was  disgusted  by  her.   that  woman  could  be  a  real  pain  in  the  ass.

                     ❝     i  don’t  have  all  day  ,    ❞     that’s  a  lie  ,  diego  ,  and  you  know  it.

[hargrump-a]

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  ❜

   For once, landing Diego on the sharp point of her nails was not the number one priority. And yet, here he was throwing himself head first into the middle of something far too nasty forheroic hands. As Diego pulled her back with urgency, the blonde’s slender spine curved topress herself against him. Idiot. What a stubborn, pig-headed, idiot he was.

  “Is that what you think this is? I’m more than equipped to resist you.” She asked, eyes finally drifting back to his face. His eyes were so dark, she was practically swimming in them. “Besides - I don’t owe you anything, lover.” This was going to get ugly. And for some completely uncharacteristic reason, she was desperate to keep Diego out of it. He could get hurt. Or worse.

𝒉𝒆  𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆  𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏  𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚.   releasing  a  hmph  beneath  his  breath   ,   he  simply  smacked  his  teeth  with  his  tongue  and  let  her  go.   a  smirk  curved  onto  his  expression  ,   as  he  backed  away  to  give  his  dear  friend  some  space.   then  diego  began  his  search  once  more  ,   not  paying  any  mind  to  felicia.

                    whatever  it  was  she  was  after  ,   diego  wasn’t  playing  tonight.   she  could  focus  on  what  she  needed  as  could  he.   number  two  excused  himself  from  the  open  ballroom  and  began  looking  for  the  man  so  many  of  these  innocent  families  claimed  was  the  reason  so  many  killings  persisted.   a  powerful  businessman  ,   of  course.   and  he  was  no  doubt  hiding  within  one  of  these  office  doors.

                    he  just  needed  one  chance   ,    and  he’d  finally  be  able  to  sleep.   one  shot  was  all  diego  hargreeves  needed.

[hargrump-a]

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  ❜

  Tickle her surprised. Diego was a better kisser than she would’ve initially assumed. Good enough to leave lips buzzing even after their little show of well placed affection was done with. She had kissed a fair share of Manhattan’s finest. After all, one doesn’t get to be crowned a New York sex symbol just by sitting pretty. But this was… What was the word she was looking for?

  - “That was certainly fun, lover, but I must be on my way.” Oh damn right she’s not looking at him. One of many reasons being she wasn’t sure it was even quite possible to look at him the way she used to. “If anything, I think I just saved your ass. You’re welcome, by the way. For the kiss if nothing else. You clearly needed it.”

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅  𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚  𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  ,   𝒉𝒆  𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒃𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒑.   it  seemed  they  both  had  a  job  to  do  ,   but  yes.   maybe  diego  was  slightly  interested  in  what  the  hell  it  was  she  was  doing.   up  to  no  good  ,   without  a  doubt.   but  that  was  a  given.   look  who  it  was  ,   after  all.

                    she  seemed  to  be  in  a  hurry.   maybe  due  to  the  heavy  ,   awkward  atmosphere.   or  maybe  because  it  was  really  that  serious.   that  must  be  it.   felicia  didn’t  take  many  things  seriously  ,   but  when  she  did  ,   it  was  legitimate   ,     ❝     not  so  fast  ,   love  ,     ❞     he  shot  back  ,     ❝     are  you  okay?     ❞

[hargrump-a]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞  ❜

   ❛ well i, for one, don’t judge. ❜     but she’s also awful at making her own && depends heavily on others to assist.    ❛ i see past that…testy facade. making cookies is therapeutic. ❜     she states this confidently while picturing the stressful, fire-alarm situation that would most definitely unfold in her own kitchen.     ❛ besides, i was told there would be cookies, so?? ❜ cough ‘em up!

𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅  ,   𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒂𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.   but  she  was  relentless.   obviously  ,   there  was  no  way  diego  was  getting  out  of  this  situation  without  producing  cookies.   when  he  still  lived  at  the  academy  ,   whenever  mom  wasn’t  present  ,   everyone  would  have  diego  make  them.   he  knew  how  to  keep  them  doughy  but  still  fresh.   the  others?   they  burnt  them  every  time!

                    maybe  he  still  had  some  skill  deep  down...

                    ❝     fine  i’ll  help.   but  i’m  not  buying  them.     ❞