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[stiingrayyyy]

Just You and Me, B.H.

Just You and Me

Pairings — Ben Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary — Ben didn’t know how long he had left to live, he didn’t get to say everything he wanted to tell you.

Warnings — swearing, mild angst towards the end, mention of death, tell me if I missed any <3

A/N — this is my first official post on tumblr! I’m sorry to the ones who wanted the heavy angst but that’s not until part two (if you want a second part). This is a different writing style than what I’m used to, please give any constructive criticism. Y/n’s pronouns are they/them and Klaus’s pronouns are he/they.

Being Reginald Hargreeves's child isn't easy. Constant training, missions left and right, it all seems endless and you'd never have a normal childhood. His children have several ways of coping.

Klaus sneaks out of the house to go to parties, intoxicating himself with liquor and weed.

Luther and Allison spend too much time together to forget and run away from responsibilities.

Viktor plays violin because he was convinced he was ordinary, powerless, and different from his siblings. This made him question why Reginald had him to begin with.

Diego distracted himself with anything he could. He would go out and look for conflict just so he could end it and save the day. He needed action, he needed something to keep his mind racing so he won't worry about his home and relationship with his father. He needed praise to feel validated, some would say he has and is experiencing some sort of hero syndrome.

Ben? He loved to paint and sketch. He would lock himself in his room for hours just to be alone to create art. There were papers taped to the wall, canvases hung from several of his works.

"I don't understand the craze with glazed donuts. I really don't." Klaus bit into a fresh jelly donut, rolling his eyes back as he savoured the flavour that exploded into his mouth.

The children escaped again.

They snuck out to have donuts and coffee. It was tradition, and somehow they get away with it. Every 12th of the month at 10:00pm they would leave the house and walk to Griddy's Doughnuts.

"Glazed donuts are amazing. They're simple yet sweet," Ben defended his regular order, taking small bites to properly enjoy the donut while he watched Klaus finish his in two bites.

"That's disgusting." Allison laughed, eying her sibling.

"What's wrong with it?" Klaus licked their fingers, downing their cup of coffee all in one. "It's less messy that way."

"No, it isn't!"

Ben began to slowly drown out the sounds of his siblings arguing. His attention made its way across the cafe, his gaze falling upon a teenager who sat alone at a booth. He could've sworn he's seen them before, he could've sworn they met, but at the same time, he knew for a fact that this was his first time laying his eyes on you.

"..Ben? Ben? Earth to Benerrino!" Klaus waved their hand in front of him and he finally snapped out of it when you looked back at him.

"Sorry?" Ben blinked a few times, looking at his sibling as he held his cup of tea in both his hands.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, looking back to see what Ben had been staring at. A smile was brought to his face when he turned back to look at Ben, eyes going wide. "Ben! You think that person is cute, right?"

"Shh! Shh!" Ben clasped a hand over their mouth, glancing over at the teenager to see if they heard.

And sure enough, you did.

"I'm flattered." You said, earning the attention of all six Hargreeves siblings. "Thanks, Ben."

Number Six seemed to stop working for a moment. His eyes widened as he stared at you in shock, face covered with a cherry red hue. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, you— yeah." He smiled and nodded, sipping from his cup as he turned away.

"Bennerino~" Klaus gave his brother a wink, sticking his tongue out as he paid for his snacks.

"Klaus!" Ben whisper-shouted, giving them a death glare as he finished his cup of tea. One after the other, each sibling finished, paid, and walked back home.

Ben couldn't help but spare a glance, looking back at you as he and his siblings exited the shop.

When he looked back at the path in front of him, he caught Klaus's stare in his peripheral vision. He gave them a scoff, rolling his eyes as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, darting away before Klaus could annoy him with their bickering.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

Being Reginald Hargreeves's child isn't easy. Constant training, missions left and right, it all seems endless and you'd never have a normal childhood. His children have several ways of coping.

Klaus sneaks out of the house and attends teenage parties while doping and drinking himself silly.

Allison and Luther spend inordinate amounts of time together letting their responsibilities slip their minds.

Viktor plays the violin because he believes he is unexceptional, weak, and distinct from his siblings. He knows he's different and every day he asks himself why Reginald chose to keep him, or why Reginald even took him in the first place if all Viktor ever got was neglect.

Diego tries to divert his attention from his family life in every way he can. He needs action to keep his mind active. He needs validation to keep going. He needs to be seen as a hero.

Ben creates art.

Ever since that day at the cafe, you didn’t leave his mind. He dedicated his free time to a new work of art. The inspiration was you.

His delicate fingers held the piece of charcoal in a gentle, yet firm grip. With every stroke, a distinct mark was left behind. He made each line unique from the one previously. His movements were smooth, not a muscle was tensed.

When he finished, he took a deep breath. The fresh oxygen from his open window filled his lungs before escaping his lips, dusting off the excess charcoal on the page. Ben smiled at his piece, gliding the tip of his index finger along the jawline of the teenager on the paper.

It was you, the one from the cafe.

He looked out the window. He watched as the sun painted the molten sky with various reds and oranges along with dashes of purple and pink. It was a work of art within itself.

He glanced over to the clock on his wall, then back out the window. He carefully rolled the drawing in his hands, stepping outside of the window and using his tentacles to make his way down onto the grass.

He looked behind himself, searching for any sign of life through the windows of the Hargreeves Mansion. When it was clear, he ran out of the gate.

Ben sat at Griddy's Doughnuts, a cup of tea placed in both his hands while a glazed donut sat in front of him on a ceramic plate.

"You're alone?"

Ben snapped out of his thoughts, looking at the owner of the voice.

"Yeah," he responded.

Agnus knew the Hargeeeves siblings would always come in packs, she found it strange how there was only one of them at the counter. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

Ben smiled. "Nothing bad, no. Thank you for asking, though." He hadn't remembered the last time someone asked him if he was okay and meant it. The question was simple, but hearing the sincerity behind it was enough to make him smile.

He sat there and waited. The drawing was by the plate, and he began to ponder; he began to overthink. He hadn't talked to you and he already drew you. He didn't have bad intentions, but he didn't want it to come off as creepy. He began to have second thoughts, like he was doing something wrong.

Ben finished up his tea and donut. He grabbed the drawing and placed some coins on the table before leaving the cafe. His head was down, almost ashamed even though he did nothing wrong. He pushed the door open and collided with someone.

He gasped and dropped the piece of paper and watched it fly away in the subtle breeze. Before he got to react, someone grabbed it. He looked at the person and froze.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You sheepishly smiled. The paper was unrolled you looked at it.

"I am so sorry." Ben bowed down to show respect. "I know it might be creepy but I promise I'm not a creep. I mean no harm, I just- I just thought that you were—"

"Cute?" You recalled what Klaus called you.

Ben stood up straight, looking at you with cherry-stained cheeks. He said nothing, not denying nor confirming the assumption.

"That's what your brother said last week." You scanned the piece of art, a 'wow' falling under your breath before you handed it back. "You're talented. I can't even draw a straight stick figure. I envy you."

"You? You envy... me?"

"Yes."

"You don't think I was being creepy?"

"No, not at all."

"Are you sure?"

"Stop overthinking it, Ben." You took a step towards the door of the cafe. "I hope to see you around more often."

Ben stilled as the corners of his lips formed a smile. He nodded, then his expression dropped, watching you walk into the shop. "Wait! What's your—"

"Y/n."

Ben paused, "Y/n?"

"That's my name."

The smile returned to his face, "thank you."

You waved, finally walking through the doors and sitting at his usual spot by the window. You looked at Ben, an instant smile lit up your face when he looked back. You held a hand up and waved, earning a rather excited wave back. You began to wonder if you would ever get a moment with Ben, even if it was just to sit together and have coffee; as friends. "There's nothing wrong with having a glazed donut."

— ( ☂︎ ) —

"See, Klaus? Even Y/n agrees that glazed donuts are amazing." Ben defended his favourite treat, biting out of the freshly glazed donut.

"I said there's nothing wrong with a glazed donut. I didn't say they were amazing." It didn't take long for you to get along with the Hargreeves siblings. Especially when Klaus kept nagging Ben to invite you.

"Ha! Y/n agrees with me!" Klaus slammed his hand against the table.

"Hey, woah, woah. I didn't say that either!" You laughed along with the others, heart filled with joy and happiness. You didn’t remember the last time you hung out with other teenagers and felt like you belonged.

"Guys, we should head out." Allison said, "it's getting late. Ben hurry up, it's two more bites. Today is on me." She pulled her wallet out.

"I can pay for my own. Thank you, though, Allison." You only had a chocolate donut. You were smart enough not to have caffeine pumping in your veins before bed.

"You guys can go out, I'll meet you there." Ben looked at you, then Klaus. Klaus smirked back, to the point where their ears began to lift.

You thought you were included in the 'you guys', so you shuffled around to get your wallet back in your pocket. Ben noticed this and quickly took your wrist.

"Not you." He spoke firmer than he intended, "please." His voice softened as he let go of your wrist, bashfully looking at the bottom of his glass while he took another bite of his donut.

You locked eyes with him, then you fell silent, sitting back down with cheeks tinted pink. “Why me?”

Ben turned away again, it was just his timid nature, this boy can never keep eye contact for too long without freaking out. “I was wondering… maybe on Friday we could meet up again?”

“This Friday? I thought Luther had something important coming up. His personal training with your father? That poor guy is going to overwork himself all day…” you looked out the window to look at the Umbrella Academy’s number one. “So we’re just gonna leave him out? If he finds out he’ll be heartbroken.”

“No, uhm…” Ben tapped the edge of his cup. “I was actually hoping it would be us? Just you and me.”

“Just you and me?” Your eyes seemed to light up the second he spoke. The most foolish smile crawled onto your face as you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded, “I would love that. Just you and me.”

Ben’s heart beat out of his chest. Oh, he was such a loser in love. He nodded frantically, finishing the rest of his donut quickly. He covered his mouth as he chewed, shy and polite. He then made his way outside.

“Ready?” Allison motioned for the others to follow her as Luther walked by her side, leading the siblings back to the mansion.

“I’ll see you! Friday at noon!” Ben walked with his siblings with a hand in his pocket, the other one waving goodbye.

“Friday! Noon!” You carried through with his energy and waved back. Then you turned on your heel and went home.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

“You’re not going to get in trouble, will you?” Your cup of coffee was finished about an hour ago. An hour ago was also when you and Ben agreed to go back home and call it a day. You didn’t even recall how the conversation kept going, but it did.

“I should be fine,” Ben glanced at the clock, then back at his empty plate that once had two donuts on it. His signature glazed donut and your vanilla-sprinkled one. You got a different donut each time you came. “Thank you for coming with me today.” Words couldn’t express his gratitude, “I’m not saying that I don’t like coming here with my siblings, it’s just… good to have a real friend.”

Your heart warmed at his words, “thank you for asking me out, Ben.” You placed a hand atop his. “I really enjoyed spending time together; just you and me.”

“Do you think…” he began, “..we can see each other again? Only if you want to, that is. There’s no shame in rejecting, I don’t want you to feel obliged to say yes or anything—“

“Yes.” You said with confidence, laughing at the way he began to ramble. “I’d love to, Ben.” You gently gripped his hand, “the second date is always better than the first.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, mind empty. All he focused on was the way you hand your hand placed on his. As seconds passed, the words finally registered. “Wait, second date? This— th-this was a date?”

You instantly took your hand away, “that was my impression. I’m so sorry if I assumed wrong. I should’ve asked.” You felt foolish. You felt as though you were making bold assumptions and you read him wrong. Your ego was making the decisions. “That’s embarrassing.” You laughed it off.

“No, no! There’s nothing wrong with this being a date!” Ben grabbed both of your hands, holding them with a delicate grip. “It actually makes all of this ten times better.”

“Really?” A wave of relief washed over you as you emitted a soft sigh. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to lie to spare my feelings. I was getting a bit too ahead of myself.”

“I’m not lying,” he brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. “I mean every word.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. Never once has anyone made you feel this weak in the knees. “Thank you, Ben.”

“Just know that I would never lie to you. Ever,” he moved his hand, linking his pinky with yours as if he was a seven-year-old boy. “Promise.”

The gesture was so small, so childish, “alright, then.” But this pinky promise held a special place in your heart. “Promise.”

— ( ☂︎ ) —

“Can we just stay like this?” He sat beside you on top of a building with the city beneath you. “It’s so much better up here.”

“Don’t you have a training session with your father?” You looked at him, “and you can’t miss it because that’s how you’re supposed to spend the rest of your day?”

Ben didn’t return your gaze, he just looked down at his lap with his legs swinging back and forth on the edge, “..yeah.”

“And if you don’t show up, you’ll get in trouble and he’ll get mad.”

“I know,” his voice was barely over a whisper.

“So… you should go back. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your father.” You carefully took his face in your hand, tipping his head up to look at you. “It’s okay, Ben. I’ll be fine. You can go.”

“It’s just—“ Ben sighed, shuffling around to get comfortable now that he was facing you. “I don’t want to go. If I do, he’s going to make me kill again.”

“Kill?”

He nodded, “and I don’t want to keep doing it.”

You were at loss for words. You couldn’t tell him to ‘not go’, it was his father and he couldn’t just avoid him. You noticed how he began to tremble, his hands shook along with his quivering lip. “Ben.” You held his hands, “you can drop by my place after.”

“It’s going to be late. Your parents won’t notice?” His voice rose in volume, “I-I don’t want to get you in trouble. It’s an inconvenience. It’s fine, I’ll just see you next week. It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll keep my window open for you.”

“No, no. You don’t have to do that. I told you, I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” you rubbed your thumb over the top of his hand. “I’m still going to keep it open. Just in case.”

How did he get so lucky? If someone told him one month ago that he’d make a friend that cared about him as a person rather than a member of the Umbrella Academy, he wouldn’t believe you.

“Okay,” he shot you a smile.

That smile never failed to warm your heart. “Now get us down, Benny Boy.”

He slithered his arm around your waist and you secured your hands on his shoulders. Tentacles sprouted from his back and he safely took you down the building.

“I’ve got you,” he noticed how you held onto him with a deathly grip. “I’m not gonna let you go.”

“You better not,” you laughed, burying your face into the crook of his neck with closed eyes. You took a deep breath, taking in the comforting scent that lingered in his skin and clothing.

When he made it to the ground, he ran his fingers through your hair. “You can let go now.”

You reopened your eyes, looking at the boy. The proximity was close, breathtaking. “What if I don’t want to?” You thought out loud, realizing only when his tanned cheeks tinted red.

“Then that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” You could feel his subtle breath on your skin.

You moved a hand from his shoulder to his chest, “your heart is beating a mile a minute.” You teased.

“Who’s fault is that?” He teased you back, leaning in closer. His eyes fixated on your lips for no more than a ninth of a second before looking back at your eyes.

“Mine,” you admitted with no shame. With every passing second, Ben inched closer to your face. You looked at his lips, then his eyes as you leaned closer to him.

“I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.

“Neither have I.” You matched his tone..

“May I?”

“May you, what?” You teased him once again.

Ben paused, his breath trembled and you felt it. “May I kiss you?”

“You may.”

“Ben!” The boy was taken away from your grasp. “Dad’s been looking for you! He’s not in the best mood today, Benerrino. You know to never keep the old man waiting!”

You couldn’t even say anything, Klaus had already run off with their brother. The only thing you got was Ben’s glance back. He looked as if he was apologizing with his eyes, a deep frown engraved on his face.

“Klaus!” Ben ripped his wrist out of their grip.

“You know how strict dad is. I don’t want him to get mad at you.” He looked back, he saw you turn and walk away. “Oh shit.” He whispered under his breath, “Ben, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” His tone was sharp enough to kill. “Let’s just go see dad.”

— ( ☂︎ ) —

You haven’t left your room since you arrived home. You were still salty about the episode earlier with Ben and Klaus. You kept your word and left the window open in case Ben dropped by, but time was ticking.

11:11pm.

Curfew at the Umbrella Academy was two hours ago, so you assumed that Ben wasn’t coming. You swung your legs off the edge of your bed and slowly made your way towards the window.

“Y/n?”

“Ben?” You called out, moving your curtains out of the way. “Holy shit,” you held your hand out and helped him inside. “Careful, don’t sit on the bed.” You kept your voice in a low whisper.

He didn’t speak, he only nodded.

You rushed out of your room to grab a cloth then pulled the wooden chair from your desk when you got back. “Sit here, it’s okay. Just relax.”

“How do you expect me to relax?” His voice instantly broke as tears pooled at the bottom of his eyes. “I’ve been trying to relax, for- for the past two hours!” He was careful not to raise his voice too much.

“Are you hurt?“ You used the cloth to wipe the blood off his hands.

He shook his head.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically.”

“Are you… okay?”

He shook his head, “not emotionally.”

Silence lingered in the air as you washed the blood off his skin. When you finished with his hands you went to his neck, then his face. You stopped for a moment, taking this time to cup his cheek. Ben leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes and placed a hand on top of yours. Tears silently trickled down his cheeks as he took in the comfort of your hand. You began to gently wipe the damp cloth over his blood-stained cheeks.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” He looked at you.

“No,” you stated with confidence, “no you’re not. You’re no monster. It’s not your fault. Your dad made you do it, you didn’t have a choice.” You reassured him the best you could. You’re okay now. You’re safe here.” You whispered sweet affirmations. “Thank you for choosing me, tonight.” When you finished, you placed the cloth on your desk. “I’m glad that you’re here with me, Ben.”

“Me too,” he moved away from your hand and stood up. His eyes didn’t leave yours, not once. “Can I have a hug?” A sob slipped past his lips with his words. You didn’t say anything, instantly leaning into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He began to cry as he returned the embrace, crumpling your shirt up in his hands.

“I’m here, Ben. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You make me feel safe.” He whispered into your hair, “when I’m with you, the rest of the world melts away. Like nothing else matters but you and me.”

Those butterflies came back. They fluttered in your tummy with excitement and wonder.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yes?” You pulled away from the embrace but kept your hands on either side of Ben’s body. You didn’t want to let go of him, not yet.

“I’m really happy that you’re in my life.” He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. “Being with you makes me feel stronger, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do. Because I can’t think of any word that comes close to the way you make me feel.”

You were at loss for words. You wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and keep him safe, away from his stupid excuse for a father. “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay,” his hand rubbed your side. “You don’t have to say anything.” He looked at your lips, “you’re perfect.” His stare dallied before darting up into your eyes. “May I?”

“Yes,” you closed the gap, wrapping your arms around his neck as he engulfed your body with ease. In that moment, it was as if the world stopped spinning; like nothing else in the world mattered.

The kiss lingered, and Ben began to move his lips, slowly running his hands down your body. He held your hips in a soft grasp. Then he finally parted.

“Ben…” his name rolled off your tongue like a melody. You leaned in for another kiss, pushing him down on your mattress. He didn’t have time to react, toppling over with a giggle. “Please stay,” you gasped for air.

“Stay?” He kicked his shoes off and got comfortable on the bed, “are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” you gave him an extra pillow and laid next to him. “I want you to stay.” You snuggled up next to him.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

Your smile lit up the dim room, “yes.” You gave him one last peck on the lips before closing your eyes to fall asleep. There was nothing more comforting than the feeling of his arms around your body, his hand running through your hair as you fall asleep.

But the next day when you awoke, he was gone.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

“Will you stay this time?” You asked for the millionth time as you laid on your boyfriend’s chest, taking a slow and deep breath as you shuffled around to get comfortable. “I want to wake up beside you this time.” The sleepiness was slowly taking over you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” Ben whispered, “I couldn’t risk my dad catching me out. It was only recently he stopped putting cameras in our rooms, if even one of us gets caught, all of us are busted.” He was truly sorry. He wanted to wake up by your side. He wanted to wake up with you in his arms. But he couldn’t risk getting his siblings in trouble.

“Cameras in your room?” Your voice was groggy, you didn’t even pay attention to what he said, you stopped processing what he said after ‘cameras in our rooms’. “That’s messed up,” your words were slurring together.

“Sleepyhead, just close your eyes and rest. You need it.”

“Mnn…”

The sound of your gentle snores filled the darkened room. He fixed his position, looking down at you while keeping you secure in his arms. His lips formed a frown as he moved bits of your hair out of your face. He planted a delicate kiss on your forehead, sighing deeply, “God, I love you…” if he got caught, his father would be furious. He knows that he’d be forbidden from seeing you, and he didn’t want to risk it. He got himself in a mess, a lovely, wonderful mess. Things would be so much easier if he didn’t love you, but he didn’t regret a single thing. He’d choose you over his father in a heartbeat.

12:00am.

He needed to get home, so he did. He carefully placed you down on the bed, properly bringing your blanket to your chin. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He whispered, pressing another kiss on your forehead. “I have to go.” He spoke as though you were awake though you were fast asleep. He walked towards the window, watching as you got comfortable in your slumber. He stood by the window and stared at you. He didn’t move, he didn’t turn away, he just stared at you with pure love. You were the first to treat him right, the first to take care of him out of the kindness of your own heart, the first to truly love him, yet he always left before the morning. Not once have you woken up to him by your side. Did he deserve you.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

“Ben?” You approached him and he and his siblings walked out of Griddy’s Doughnuts. It was their monthly sneak-out plan and for the first time in seven months, you didn’t tag along. “Sorry to bother you, I was going to the library, and… this was close by.”

“Going to the library? This late at night?” His eyes went wide, “it’s dangerous. You don’t know what kind of creeps are out there.”

“I’m fine, Ben. Really, I–”

“Ben, let’s go,” Luther called out.

“I need to go.” He made his way past you, but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to face you, effortlessly prying himself from your grasp.

“Can we go out on Sunday? Nothing fancy, just here.” You looked at the donut shop. “Griddy’s Doughnuts. You get the glazed donut and I’ll get the one with sprinkles?”

He squinted as he listened to you. You were being oddly specific, and it worried him. “No, sorry, I’m busy this Sunday.”

“How about Tuesday?”

“Ben! Let’s go!” Allison shouted.

“I need to go,” Ben took a few steps away from you. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll see you–” midsentence and he was running off. “...around.” You ended up going on Wednesday, but not to Griddy’s Doughnuts. Instead you and Ben crashed in your room for the day. The second he stepped through the front door, the atmosphere changed. You didn’t know what it is, but it was heavier. It was mildly uncomfortable and you could tell Ben felt it too.

“You should go home.” Now you were laying on his chest like you always did whenever he came. You two snuggled up with each other whenever the sun began to set, that hasn’t changed. But today is different: the elephant in the room didn’t want to leave.

“It’s nine. A little early for me to leave, don’t you think?” He muttered into your hair. “Let me stay.” He remembered how you used to always ask him to stay, and now you were the one pushing him away.

You shrugged, “I’m feeling tired. I’m going to sleep early tonight.”

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he brushed the back of his hand on your cheek before holding it.

“You never stay, anyways. It’s fine. Just go.” You moved away from his touch.

That was a first.

“What’s wrong?” Something was in the air before, he knew something was wrong, he knew you knew something was wrong. He acted on it first.

“Nothing.” You dismissed it.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me.”

You shook your head, pursing your lips as you felt the tears begin to form in your eyes. “We barely see each other anymore,” you muttered, “when we do it’s… awkward. It’s not the same as before.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” He shut his eyes, sighing heavily. “I should’ve talked to you earlier. Shutting you out probably wasn’t the best idea.”

“What’s going on, Benny Boy?”

“Us being together… is risky. Especially with my strict dad and all. I feel like I should’ve thought about that before foolishly asking you out.” He couldn’t bear to look at you.

“What are you…” your voice trailed off into utter silence. You looked at him, desperately wanting to meet his gaze. “...what are you implying?” The second those words left your mouth, you wished they didn’t.

“I love you,” Ben began. “I may be seventeen, I may be young, and people say kids like us don’t know what love is. But I know that I really, really love you. You’re the first to see me as who I am. Not just some boy with powers, not the boy in the Umbrella Academy, not Number Six, but you see me as Ben.” He glanced down at you for a moment, but he couldn’t stand that mere second of your pained expression. “I love you, Y/n,” he caressed your arm with his hand, “but if my dad finds out we’re together, he’ll stop us from seeing each other. I’m mistreating you, we don’t see each other as often as we used to because I’m playing it safe. It’s unfair, and you deserve better.”

“Ben, I can wait. I can wait as long as I need to. It’s okay. I don’t mind, I know you’re busy,” you sat up straight, hand gripping his bicep. “I can wait.”

“I don’t want to do this, but it’s better for us to take a break.” His heart sank the moment he finished, finally looking at you. “I’ll come back. When I’m eighteen I can get a bit more freedom. Then we can start seeing each other again.”

You turned away when he looked at you, shaking your head slowly as tears fell from your eyes. You didn’t want this, but you were mature enough to know that he was right. He was in the Umbrella Academy, he has powers, and he isn’t a normal kid. He’s different and you recognized that. You just wished that things were different.

“So… until you’re eighteen, we can’t talk?”

“I didn’t say that,” Ben reassured you, keeping you close. He didn’t want to let go. He felt that if he did, then he’d lose you for good. “I’ll still come by and visit. You can come to Griddy’s Doughnuts with me and my siblings. I’m still going to be here.” He pulled you for a quick yet passionate kiss. “I’m still going to be here, I promise.”

“You better be,” you laughed off your sadness, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “Just stay until I fall asleep. You can go home after.” You closed your eyes and snuggled up to his body warmth. “I love you, Ben.”

“I love you too,” he took slow deep breaths, adjusting his posture for better comfort as he held you.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

You haven’t seen him in two weeks. Not a word from Ben. You kept your window ajar and the lock flipped up. You gave him opportunities to see you, but he hadn’t taken any of them yet. You tried to understand, but you didn’t expect any of this to happen. He promised he’d still be there, but you hadn’t seen him. The two weeks stretched out to three and three turned into four. You showed up at Griddy’s Doughnuts from time to time, and there was no sign of him. You gave up. You didn’t want to wait any longer. He left and didn’t have the heart to properly break it off so instead, he gave you false hope.

That was until October 1st rolled around. You spent the day off at home alone. Your parents were working, busy with their jobs. It was like any regular old day.

Or so you thought.

The knock from your front door bounced off the walls. This day was the last and only day that you had hopes for.

Today was the day Ben turned eighteen.

You rushed to the front door, swinging it open with a smile, “hey, Klaus! Happy birthday!” You stepped out and looked left and right. “Is Ben with you?”

“Not exactly,” Klaus rocked back and forth between his heels and toes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course. Come on.” You ushered them inside, “where’s Ben?”

“Uh…” he took a seat on the couch, motioning for you to sit across from him. “It’s kind of complicated.” He took a heavy breath, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to find his words.

“Just spit it out already,” Ben said, leaning against the wall behind you.

Klaus glared at him.

“Something wrong?” You noticed his facial expression change, looking behind you before back at them.

“No, no, it’s all good. All good,” he leaned back, sighing once more. The atmosphere was dense, he kept looking back and forth between you two.

“Klaus!” Ben was getting impatient.

“Okay! Okay!” Klaus sat up straight then leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Ben wanted to tell you that he’s sorry that he didn’t spend as much time with you as he promised.”

“Ben said that?” You leaned back, arms crossed over your chest. “Why couldn’t he tell me himself? Why did he send you?”

Klaus paused, mouth agape before pursing their lips. “He’s dead.”

He said that so nonchalantly that it didn’t process, “dead?” You scanned your living room, waiting for Ben to pop out from somewhere and tell you that it was some silly prank. “Funny, Klaus. Where is he?”

“No, Y/n you don’t understand.” His head fell into his hands. “Ben died on a mission two weeks ago.” He looked at the ghost that stood behind you, “and he’s sorry. He’s sorry since… y’know, he can’t be here with you. I don’t know why he’s so apologetic, it’s not his fault he died or anything.”

All of this was still too much to process. You were in shock, in heavy denial. “Ben?” You looked at Klaus as if they were a massive liar. “Like… Ben Hargreeves. He died? Two weeks ago?”

“Yeah,” they rubbed their hands together, frowning. “I’m sorry you found out this way.”

“No,” your voice instantly broke and tears spilled out of your eyes as if they were on command. You wiped the oncoming them away with the sleeves of your sweater. You tried to stop them but they kept going. The ache in your heart never stopped, it still hasn’t recovered from the last time you saw him. Hearing this news and knowing you wouldn’t see him again was heart-rending. “No, no, no. Klaus, you’re playing a sick game. You’re getting too good at this shit.” You laughed, leaning back on the couch with your sleeved hand over your eyes. “Please stop it, you little shit. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not lying! Do you think I’d lie about something like this? My brother’s death? Y/n… it hurts me as much as it hurts you. Ben is gone.” Klaus stayed strong for you, he didn’t show signs of weakness or sorrow. They already spent all of that within the first week, they didn’t need to cry again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You buried your head in your hands, biting on your bottom lip to ease the pain and keep it together. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

Ben could see it. He could see how hard you tried to keep it in. He could hear the heartbreak in your voice and the pain in your body language. He moved from behind you to in front of you. He wanted all of this to stop, he wanted your suffering to end. Watching you lament felt like he was shot through the heart.

“I’m sorry,” Ben said, “I really am.” His voice quavered, “I wish things were different, but I did what I thought I had to do.” He reached out to touch your cheek, only for his hand to glow blue as it passed right through you. “If you could see yourself the way I do, then you’d know how much I love you. You’d know how sorry I am, you’d know how much I m-miss you.” He reached out again, but the same thing happened. “I’d do anything to hold you one last time.” He couldn’t bear to speak anymore, his voice cracked and he had to wipe the tears from his eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this.” But he kept talking. He hoped that a miracle would happen, he wanted you to hear him. “Y/n please… please, please. I love you. I love you, please I need you to know.” He reached out to pull you into an embrace, only to feel emptiness in his arms.

“Ben loves you,” Klaus said.

“I know.” You began to question your own statement. You began to question what Ben told you before he left. “Jesus Christ.” You whispered under your breath and stood up, walking right through Ben as you made your way out of the living room. “Klaus just- just leave.”

“But, Y/n—“

“Klaus leave.” Your voice was as sharp as a blade. “Don’t make me say it a third time.” You turned to them with slanted eyebrows. “Leave.”

“I’ll see you around, okay?” Klaus waved as he walked towards the exit. “I’ll see you some other day. Take care of yourself, please.”

You didn’t respond and walked to your bedroom. The second you got in there the door slammed shut. You slid down the wall and tried your hardest to control your breathing, but nothing you did could help. Your hands shook violently as a scream ripped your vocal cords.

Ben’s heart shattered. The agony behind your voice was enough to break him to pieces. He sat on the other side of the door with tear-stained cheeks. If he knew that four weeks ago would be the last time he’d hold you, he’d hold you tighter. If he knew that four weeks ago would be the last time he’d talk to you, he wouldn’t have stopped talking until the both of you were passed out. He would’ve stayed by your side until the sun rose and you opened your eyes.

— ( ☂︎ ) —

Being Reginald Hargreeves's child isn't easy. Constant training, missions left and right, it all seems endless and you'd never have a normal childhood. His children have several ways of coping.

Klaus sneaks out of the house to go to teen parties where he overindulges in alcohol and pumps drugs into his veins.

Allison and Luther lock themselves up in a room where they can be alone and undisturbed. This way they can forget about their responsibilities.

Viktor plays the violin because he isn’t special. He isn’t like his siblings, he’s powerless and weak.

Diego seeks attention. Any attention that validates him as a hero is enough to feed his ego.

Ben can no longer hold a pencil or paintbrush the way he used to. All he can do is watch his loved ones suffer and get hurt. Ben’s heart was broken, knowing that he passed on his misery and misfortune to the one he loved most.

Part two? If I write it, it’s going to be a bit more angsty, no fluff, and it’s going to be shorter (hopefully). Tell me if you want to be tagged.

I may or may not already have an idea.

tags: @xenijk @vivsmcdo

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[salvador-daley]

Chained ⛓ NEW CHAPTER

A/N: This is literally the only thing I managed to achieve this week. Please enjoy the fruits of my labour/results of my undiagnosed ADHD and ongoing depressive episode 😭😖

CW: Questionable decisions

SNIPPET of Chapter 26: Cherries

“I feel sort of stupid now for asking,” she says, apparently oblivious to the effect she’s having on him. “But thank you for staying with me tonight. I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Psssh, don’t worry about it, you’re welcome. Besides, it gets me off my brother’s couch for the night. I don’t think he enjoys having Public Enemy Numero Uno as a houseguest. Annnd… I’m pr-e-tty sure his girlfriend thinks I did it.” Klaus toys with the glass in his hand as he weighs the full extent of the judgements against him. “Everyone thinks I did it,” he sighs.

“No, that’s not true.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah. It is. Everyone… everyone except you.”

Sarah emits an ironic chuckle. “Yeah, well, if I were gonna draw up a list of suspects, you wouldn’t be at the top.”

“But you… you barely know me.” He turns on the couch, facing her head-on now. “You knew I didn’t do it though, didn’t you? Why, I mean… how?”

Sarah turns her face away. She clears her throat and places her glass down on the coffee table. “Klaus, I don’t think we should get into this now.”

“Don’t think we should- are you crazy?” Klaus sits up straight on the couch. “If you know something and you’re not telling me...”

“Klaus, please.”

He reaches out and turns her by the shoulder, forcing her to look at him. “Sarah, this is my life on the line here. I’m toast if you don’t tell me what you know. Please.”

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[avengers-and-jedis]

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hello! i’ve been pretty inactive on this account in the past but i’m looking to post more often after seeing how much love i’ve recieved for my last fic (ben hargreeves x reader here). if you’d like to support my writing you can do so on my ko-fi (and leave some fic requests / prompts, i’ll try my best to to them! as well as some art requests). I do draw during my free time too!

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[jeireilostt]

[6. Funny Trio🕶]

My reasoning is something ppl won’t agree with since I’m only thinking of a chat fanfiction @chapstick-chimp made on Ao3.

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1. Klaus Hargreeves

As much as the others won’t admit it, Klaus is indeed one of the funniest if not the funniest in the family. As we see in the show just his odd remarks and weirdness is funny. If someone was to say “who’s probably the funniest in the entire show” majority vote is Klaus.

He’s the type of funny where he makes the weirdest noises and says the oddest stuff that you wouldn’t think of. Definitely laughs at his own jokes.

2. Five Hargreeves

Five is also part of the funny trio/group because 1. I said so and 2. His humor is my humor so I immediately declare him funniest behind Klaus.

It’s the way he seems so done with everybody and everything that it’s just comedic at that point. The way he insults things (once again I’m mainly thinking of the fic so pArDoN mE pEaSaNtS) and he totally has that sleep deprived humor. Him and Klaus together drunk or very sleep deprived is hilarious to me.

I said what I said *mic drop*

3. Viktor Hargeeves

(Only because of the fic and just if he wasn’t so nice and kind and let all his anger and emotions flow)

Totally had the funniest internal talks with himself when Reginald was being Reginald. Imagining him roasting everyone and everything.

Definitely is a dark jokes type of guy which Five and Klaus get into. Everyone honestly can’t be mad at any joke he’ll make.

Definitely made a joke about Diego being a mama’s boy and of his stutter.

Made fun of Luther because…Luther.

Made fun of Allison in a nice way? Probably insulted her confidence. Don’t ask me.

Just the facts.

4. Ben Hargeeves

2 words. Sarcastic Humor.

#allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #tua shitpost #the umbrella academy #headcanons

[whataretheumbrellakidsdoing]

Right now, Klaus is begging the others to let them set off fireworks for the 4th of July despite the fact that they are not American and live in Canada.

#umbrella academy #umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy memes #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy incorrect quotes #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy imagine #tua netflix #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargeeves #viktor hargreeves #x reader #reader insert #netflix #I personally headcanon the hargreeves as canadian

[idk3ither]

The Hargreeves: *Cause chaos in the 60’s*

Hazel, just trying to live a peaceful life with Agnes:

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[upset-hufflepuff]

idk but the fact that reginald somehow avoided getting all the kids from the umbrella academy because he met them in '63 and didn't like them but still managed to accidentally get one because he didn't know he was there is so funny to me,

#ben #he cant escape them #imagine the siblings recognizing and him being like fuck #the Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua #tua season 2 spoilers #tua s2 spoilers #tua spoilers #tua season 2 #tua s2 #ben hargeeves #the sparrow academy #reginald hargeeves

[allisie]

Hc: Dating Five Hargreeves

Five x reader

NB// Most thing in brackets () are just my thought and sarcastic comments.

Five accidentally bumped into you on his last jump and took you along with him to the future. Five was shocked to see someone else with him.

You both start dating a couple years later.

Five's love language is touching and sarcasm. To be honest you wouldn't understand that a little into the actual relationship.

You were the one to find delores and made her your friend, Five thought you were going crazy for a while.

You both moving to the previously woodsy areas, trying to predict the rain fall.

You both having your firsts in an abandoned building, and staying there for a bit. You try and your your power of growth on a few plants you found, but it was futile.

You both getting into arguements often, (basically teenagers with no real emotional growth) especially when hungry. Expect make up sex after those arguements.

Never truly being comfortable enough to settle down in one place, or have children with five.

After travelling back in time

You both land in fives home, you landing on top of him. Meeting his siblings was weird.

You both go through the kitchen trying to find food for some peanut butter marshmallow sandwiches.

His siblings (more like luther, diego and allison) actively try to stop you both from sharing a room. Much to the annoyance of five.

Lots of makeout sessions, hugs, quick kisses and in general give not keeping his hands to himself which five blames his teenage hormones.

Lots of secret sex.

Five risking his life to get delores after a particularly bad fight between you two.

You watching five losing his mind over trying to stop the end of the world.

B*tch slapping him a few times before he fully falls over the edge. (Good times)

Having a seat in the front row, while you watch the rest of the academy try to stop vanya. (Would probably have a drink and popcorn, cause why not)

Five trying to hurry you up when he sees chunks of the moon come straight towards earth, but you (me) taking your sweet time. Saying and I quote, " I have lived for too long already let me die. At least this way it will be a quick death."

Promptly getting slapped on the back of your head be five before he drags you. (Such an impatient child, tsk tsk)

Masterlist

#tua klaus #tua #tua ben #tua five #tua deigo #tua luther #tua allison #tua vanya #five hargreeves #five x reader #x reader #netflix #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargeeves imagine

[tully-blue]

hot take: instead of mentally scarring and weaponizing his children, Reginald Hargreeves should have taken a page out of Gregorio and Ingrid's book and raised them like Spy Kids™️

#the umbrella academy #reginald hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargeeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #spy kids #can yall imagine this concept w me? #unexplained obstacle coarses and training #crazy secret hideouts and acting out suspiciously detailed evacuation/escape scenarios #tullytalks

[theseance1968]

Okay but Klaus and Ben getting Raymond out of jail was really awesome tho

#tua spoilers #tua s2 #klaus hargeeves #ben hargreeves #raymond chestnut #imagine the conversation before that tho #klaus: i just need you to go in there and ghost it up a bit #ben: I'm one step ahead of you. im gonna flicker the lights #klaus; tearing up: that's my boy

[pretend-writer]

Hargreeves Sibling Headcanons

growing up as number eight

going on a mission with klaus & diego

hanging out with klaus and diego

being five’s twin

diego with terminal illness

comforting & defending your brother, diego from reginald

reactions when you announce your pregnancy

having overprotective siblings as number eight

quarantine with the hargreeves

#hargreeves x sibling!reader #hargreeves sibling #hargreeves sibling headcanon #tua headcanons #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy headcanon #luther hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #hargeeves fic #tua headcanon #hargreeves x sister!reader

[stiingrayyyy]

So Close, yet so Far, B.H

So Close, yet so Far

Pairings — Dead!Ben Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summery — Ben is dead. Klaus is helping you cope and recover while you go through the five stages of grief.

Warnings — angst(?), swearing, mention of death, tell me if I missed any <3

A/N — Sorry this took a long time, I was on vacation. I’m not really happy with how this turned out, I’m sorry in advance. I used to be good at writing angst but this one isn’t as sad as I hoped it would be. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcomed!

read part one here.

━ FIRST STAGE: DENIAL ━━━━

   It’s been two days since Klaus came by and broke the news to you. You thought it was crazy, you’ve been alone with your thoughts for 48 hours and you believed that the druggie was pulling on your leg. You thought he was lying, still pulling some sick joke.

   It was midday and you stepped out of your house. The gentle breeze brushed past your hair, leaving you with a subtle shiver. Your head was tilted down, eyes fixated on the pavement two feet ahead of you. The ache in your heart eased, but it wasn’t removed. That ache in your heart would come and go like the tides in the ocean. 

   You approached the Hargreeves Mansion, hand gripping the bars of the numbing gate. You let yourself in, walking along the pathway before knocking on the doors. You’ve never walked up to the Hargreeves Mansion like this. Ben told you that it was too dangerous, but you needed to see him. 

   The door swung open, revealing the multi-millionaire and father of seven: Reginald Hargreeves. “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested.” He shut the door, only to be stopped by your foot. 

   “I’m not selling anything. I’m here to see your son.” You meant no harm, you were meek and friendly. “Ben?” 

   “Number Six is long gone. He’s dead. Scram now, Child.”

   “He’s not dead,” you pushed the door open and stepped inside the house. “I’m not leaving until I see Ben. Now, where is he?” Your voice began to rise, growing impatient as each second passed. 

   “Number Six is dead.” He used his walking stick to hit the wall beside you. “Leave my house and leave my family alone. I don’t know who you are. I would never let some filthy unhygienic teenager see my children. Now leave! Don’t make me have to say it again.” 

   “I’ll take them out.” A voice rang from the top of the stairs. 

   Reginald turned around with a confident nod. "See to it that they never return, Number One.”

   You furrowed your eyebrows, “fine,” with the roll of your eyes, you spun on your heel. You glared at the old man as you left, the blonde boy following behind you. 

   “I thought Klaus told you Ben died.” Luther whisper-shouted, as if he’d get in trouble if he were caught. 

   “They did!” You whispered back, “I don’t believe that piece of shit. I know Ben’s still in there, I need to talk to him!” 

   “Y/n. You don’t understand,” he stopped walking and grabbed your shoulders. “Ben. Is. Gone.” He didn’t want you to get lost in your head. Your mind was a prison and he had to break you out. “I don’t want to believe it the same as you, but we have to face the truth. He’s dead! Ben is dead! We can’t bring him back, that’s not how life works. I’m sorry, but you need to see it. Just let go.” 

   “You’re lying. You’re lying. Luther, he’s in the Umbrella Academy for fucks sake!” You pushed him off, “he has powers, he doesn’t just die! He’s too strong for that! Plus, none of you guys would let him die, he’s your brother. I just want to see him, is that too hard to ask?” You held your own hand to try and find some warmth, any form of comfort, you needed to feel something.

   “Y/n, that’s not possible.” Luther slowly made his way towards you. “It’s not possible.”

   “You don’t understand.” You took a step back, “stay away from me.” You forced your legs to pick up your body weight and turn yourself around. You wasted no time walking away from him. You needed someone, you were self-destructive when you were alone, but you couldn't stand being with someone who kept telling you that your first love was dead. 

━ ANGER ━━━━

   “Hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry. We did everything we could, I did my best.” Every once in a while, Klaus would drop by to check on you. Ben followed them around, but he couldn’t bring himself to see you, not now, not in the state you were in. Ben couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t take care of you, he couldn’t even talk to you. All he could do was watch like you like the screen of a TV. He could yell, he could cry out and shout, but you’d never be able to hear him. 

   “It wasn't enough,” you hated seeing him. Klaus and that stupid flask of his. “He’s your brother and you let him die.” If stares could kill, they would be on the floor with blood pooling underneath them. “He’s your brother and you let him die! You’re so fucking useless, Klaus. You know that?” You stood up and laughed, sadness and anger evident from the way you stood. “Maybe if you stopped drinking and actually used your head for once in your pathetic life, he’d still be here!” 

   “It’s not my fault! I did my best! Is that not enough?” Klaus was doing everything he could. Every time he came by he would bring a basket of snacks, he would make sure you were taking care of yourself and showering. Hell, he's taking better care of you than he does himself. “Cut me some slack, Y/n! I’m going through something! My brother died, my family has been shit, and I can’t even get a good night's sleep! I didn’t even have to come and see you. I’m doing this out of the kindness of my own heart. What more do you want?” 

   “I want Ben back!” You threw the empty glass of water at the wall directly behind them. “And I didn’t ask you to come and check on me.” 

   “That’s cold,” with a groan, they stood up, stuffing their flask in the pocket of their shorts as they stood up. “You know, I used to think you were nice.” He knew that you didn’t mean to hurt him. He’s never seen you this worked up before. You were the person who was kind and gentle, the one who wouldn’t hurt a fly. “I’m going to come back tomorrow and I hope that your attitude will change.” He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a dustpan and brush. “If Ben saw you like this, he wouldn’t be happy.” 

   “Don’t use him against me, Asshole. He’s dead.” You sat back down, “maybe if you and your brain-dead siblings could do better then he wouldn’t be. First Five, now Ben. Jesus Christ, you guys are such a great family. Just letting each other die like that!"

   They sighed, carefully cleaning the stray pieces of glass and dumping them in the trash. He had no words left to say. It hurt hearing all of this come from a friend. He thought he’d only hear it from his dad, but you too? 

   “Take care of yourself,” he walked to the door and slipped into his shoes. 

   “Says the drug addict. You’re going to drop dead any minute now.”

   “Get some sleep, you’re a mess.” With that, he left. 

━ BARGAINING ━━━━

   “I’m really happy you’re here,” you sat beside Klaus on your couch, head resting on his shoulder. A few days have passed and they haven’t stopped checking up on you. Every time he left, you were alone to ponder your thoughts. You finally realized how ungrateful you were being. “I’m sorry for last week. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” 

   “No, it’s okay.” Klaus sat as still as he could, “you’re going through something. It’s normal for some people to get upset and act different.” 

   “It’s not okay,” you adjusted your position to look at him. “I was being a complete asshole.” 

   “Don’t stress about it,” he placed a hand on your head, running his fingers through your hair. “I’m just glad that you’re here.” 

   You nodded and fell silent. You then readjusted your position again, looking down at your lap. You began to wonder what would’ve happened if you and Ben just stayed friends. Would it hurt less? What if you went on that mission he died on with the rest of the Umbrella Academy? A normal kid with no special abilities, assisting the Umbrella Academy with whatever mission they were on. 

   “Klaus?” 

   “Hm?” 

   “I wish I was like you.” 

   They stiffened, sitting up straight as they turned to look at you. “What?” 

   “Seeing the dead.” You looked back at him. 

   “Oh no. No, no, no. Y/n you seriously don’t want that. trust me.” He brushed the hair out of your face the way Ben used to. “You don’t want to be like me.” He began to laugh softly, shaking his head. He doesn’t want anyone to experience the misery and trauma he endured as a kid. 

   You shook your head, “but, Klaus! If I had your powers I could see him. You know I’d do anything to see him. Just once.” 

   “Even if you could see him, you wouldn't be able to touch him. You can’t hug him. Won’t it hurt if you can see him but can’t… y’know cuddle and shit?” 

   You shook your head, “it’s better than nothing.” 

   “Y/n, listen to me.” Klaus moved his body to face you, holding your shoulders in his hands. “I’m the expert here, okay? I know you miss him, I know you want to see him, I know you want to talk to him. But does it occur to you that you should… move on?” 

   “Move on?” You slapped their hands away. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I can’t just move on!” 

   “But you can’t sit here and dwell either! It hurts me seeing you like this. When’s the last time you even showered?” Your lack of response proved their point. “I’m worried about you.” 

   You fixed your posture and sat straight. “I’m sorry.” You were so egocentric, you were never self-centered, but these past few weeks you’ve been disregarding everyone.

   “I’m sorry too. I could’ve been a better brother to Ben, a better friend to you. But I’m always selfish, I’ll be honest.” They tried to lighten up the mood by making you feel less bad. 

   “You’re a good friend. I only wish that things were different. That maybe your powers could… I don’t know, make Ben visible to others. If that’s even possible,” you felt as though you were speaking nonsense. “But it’s fine, you are the expert after all. I don’t know anything.” You nuzzled closer to them again. “I’d give the world to see Ben again.” You weren't sure of many things, like what to eat for breakfast or if you should take a shower, but you would do whatever it takes to see Ben.

━ DEPRESSION ━━━━

   Ben came to see you. Every time Klaus went out to party he would go to your house and sit with you. You wouldn’t even know he was there, you never acknowledged his existence, but he was okay with it. He was lucky. He could at least still be in the same room as you. 

   “That looks nice,” he said. He sat on your bed while he watched you paint at your desk. When Ben’s room was emptied, Klaus put all of his stuff in boxes and gave them to you. All of Ben’s clothes and art supplies… even though you weren’t much of an artist. 

   Various blues and purples were scattered on the canvas, with black to represent the clouds in the sky and a leafless tree on a small hill. “Fuck,” with one swift movement, you chucked the paintbrush at the floor. It was the little things that ticked you off. You were going to add the stars to the painting but you accidentally used the paintbrush for the black paint and mixed it with the soft white. You didn’t notice until the bristles touched the canvas and it was the final straw. You weren’t a painter and you did everything you could to make the painting perfect, only to ruin it. 

   “Piece of shit!” Your arms swept along the desk and the small cup of water shattered on the wooden floors while the canvas stained the wall. You knew better than to get mad, but everything made it feel like you were getting dragged to the bottom of the ocean. You were suffocating in your thoughts, the weight of your sorrow kept piling up like a load of bricks, dragging you deeper and deeper into the water. It was like there was no escape. Missing him came in waves, and tonight you were drowning. 

   “Please take care of yourself,” Ben kept talking like you could hear him. It brought him comfort even though there was no response back. Sometimes he kept talking because he held onto the smallest sliver of hope that you could hear him. “You’re everywhere except here.” He placed a hand over his heart, “and it really hurts.” He stood up and walked over to where you placed your head on your desk, arms wrapped around your head to cover your face. “So close yet so far.” He reached out to move strands of hair away, but the infamous blue light radiated from his fingertips as his hand passed through you. 

   You wished that things were different. You wanted to greet Ben with a happy birthday when he turned eighteen. You wanted to sit on the rooftop of the tallest building in the city again. You wanted to cling onto him, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he brought you down the building. You’d kill for another date a Griddy’s Doughnuts, talking endlessly until the store closed. But instead, you were left alone in your room, the window open and a trashed-up room. 

   “You should eat something,” Ben took a seat in the corner of your room. He looked at your body, it was different from how he remembered. It was slimmer, weaker, paler. When was the last time you went outside? “I could prepare something for you. Like… pasta or something. Maybe ramen?” He chuckled, “no, something healthy. I’ll chop up some vegetables and make a salad. Cook some rice and fry some eggs, even though eggs at night are weird... but if I could, I would.”

   He watched you sit up, muttering profanities under your breath as you reached for a piece of paper and pencil. You flattened the lined paper on your desk and tilted the lamp on your desk. That small lamp was the only source of light in the room other than the subtle moonlight coming from your window. 

   ‘Dear Ben,’

   You had a pile of letters in your bedside drawer. A pile of letters that you’d never send because Ben was gone. 

   ‘Dear Ben,  Today was not a good day.’

   He stood up and watched you write. He wanted to hear what you had to say, even if it was a rant. You wrote to let your emotions out, a healthy way of coping rather than something stupid. 

   ‘Dear Ben,  Today was not a good day. My dad is overworking himself and my mom’s expectations for me are too high. She thinks I’m okay now, but everything is so hard. She thinks I’m still getting good grades at school. She thinks I’m still waking up early and getting up early. Jesus, she has no idea. If she knows why I’m sad she’ll just tell me to get over it and don’t dwell. She did that before, she told me that I should at least be grateful that it happened because you made me happy. She’s right, but she doesn’t understand. 

   I go to bed thinking about you every night. You don’t understand how special you made me feel, even though I never got to wake up with you by my side. You were a comet and I lost it. You came and went like a shooting star, staying long enough to make me feel lucky before suddenly leaving. Will I ever see you again? Fuck, how can I breathe with this burning in my chest? You were gone so fast. I want you back. All of the memories we made are slipping through the past like an hourglass. I guess we don’t get to do all the things we said we would, huh?

   Time passes by really fast. I never thought I’d wind up one step behind in my life. I’m just wasting it away sitting here and dwelling. Tomorrow is going to be a better day. I’m going to live a little harder and make every minute last longer. I don’t know how much time I’ll have, but I’ll live life for the both of us. 

   Still thinking about you. I love you, Ben.  Love, Y/n.’

   Ben smiled in the end, “you’re getting better.” His eyes scanned the page once more, stopping at the last sentence. He loved the way your handwriting spelled out his name. “I’m proud of you.” He kissed his hand, then held it out to touch your cheek. “Get some sleep, Sweetheart. You need it.” Ben stayed until you settled in and fell asleep, sitting on a chair by the side of your bed. 

━ ACCEPTANCE ━━━━

   “You look amazing,” Klaus stood behind you, hands on your shoulder while he looked into the full-length mirror in front of you two, “absolutely stunning.” 

   “Oh shucks,” you brushed their hands off your shoulders and flopped onto his bed. “I don’t have a good feeling about this, Klaus.” 

   “Come onnn. You gotta live a bit more. Loosen up!” They grabbed your hands and began dancing around the room. 

   “Ben doesn’t like parties.” You followed his lead. The dance was fast-paced and messy, it had no proper foot movement. “Is he here right now?”

   “Hey, we talked about this.” Klaus planted his feet and ruffled up your hair. “He walked to the light. He claimed his spot in heaven. That lucky bastard, he has no responsibilities anymore.” 

   You chuckled, “I guess so. No responsibilities sound amazing. Adulthood is overrated.” You laughed, moving the messed-up strands of hair out of your face. “A part of me just hopes that… he’s still around, y'know? I just need to let go.” 

   “And that’s why we are going to party!” He took a dramatic step back and grabbed his coat. “Come on.” He held his hand out. 

   You took his hand, nuzzling into the scarf that wrapped around your neck to keep you warm as you walked to whoever’s house this party was being held at. 

   “Bullshit,” Ben muttered under his breath. He made eye contact with his brother from the other side of the room before the two walked out the door. 

tags: @xenijk @vivsmcdo @ddeonubaby @khaylin

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[thatbitchisbae]

Stupid.

Diego Gargreeves x reader

A/n: guys it's been a while since I've written anything , so it might be bad.

Summary: (Y/n) returns to the academy after the news of her father's death, to see someone whom she missed dearly.

Warning: none ,some fluff , maybe some bad writing.

(Y/n) comes to stop, in front of the familiar door. She stared at the thick windows with the umbrella symbol, a symbol that she carries with her since she was a child.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then pushed the door open and walked into the house, a house she promised  to never go back to .But she wanted to see her family.

She stepped in the living room, her steps echoing softly as she walked, glancing around the house. Nothing had changed , it was the same cold house , with the same antics and the same paintings against the walls. She didn't miss anything.

"Welcome home ,miss (Y/n)" she heard  familiar voice, making her smile. Maybe she did miss something after all.

"Pogo , I've told to call me just (Y/n)!" She turned to face the ape , who stood there with a cane in his hand helping him stand , and a smile on his face.

"I apologize. Your father insisted to address you with respect always." He spoke giving her a kind nod.

"I know. Yet he never respected us." She pondered out loud  with a sad smile. "But dad's dead, so you can call me however you want"

"It's good to have you back, (Y/n)"

She trod up the stairs , to find a tall figure staring at the paintings on the wall.

"Mom?" She called , her voice almost breaking. The woman turned to look at the girl, walking gracefully to her with a big smile.

"(Y/n), why are you sad?"she asked casually, placing her hand on the girl's cheek lovingly. And (Y/n) felt as if she never left , and she was still a kid coming to her with her problems.

"I am not sad , mom" she chuckled , swallowing the lump in her throat. "I missed you, mom"

"I missed you too, sweetie! It's hard without you kids around" she spoke cheerfully. "You look tired" she spoke worried.

"I'm fine" (Y/n) said shaking her. "I should go upstairs, to settle my stuff." She muttered leaving her Mom be.

She strolled through the familiar hallway passing the rooms of her siblings, when she came to a halt in front of a wooden door.  

Ben's door.

She placed her hand on the door handle, debating whether she should enter the late boy's room or not when she decided against it.

She felt the anxiety in her chest , a small flickering flame igniting into an inferno , and she found it hard to breath. 

She quickly walked to her own room  , placing her backpack on the ground on her way in , taking off her coat , and  sitting at the end of her bed with her back to the door.

(Y/n) released her (y/h/c) hair from her tight ponytail, massaging her temples as she could feel a headache starting. 

Just breath , she repeated to herself like a mantra, taking deep breaths.

One trouble at a time. It was something Mom used to say to her whenever she would have a panic attack. She let out  sigh.

She got up and walked to her old desk, smiling at her old stuff. She took in her hand a stress ball in the shape of a heart, and squeezed , glancing around the room.

Her eyes fell on a photograph , she was with her brothers and sisters and even though they were eight kids , only seven were present. She never understood why her father insisted to keep Vanya out, even if she didn't have powers, she was still their sister.

She smiled.

"You know better to just stand there!" She chuckled throwing the stress ball towards the door, then turned around.

"Don't you , Diego?"

There he stood, leaning against the doorway, his right hand was raised, having caught the stress ball, his reflexes sharp as always.

He never answered, he just stepped closer to her with a smirk on his handsome face.

"You came" he said softly , walking closer, big brown eyes staring at her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. His arms were quick to find their way around her waist. Her head against his chest , and his resting on top of hers.

"Of course I did" her words were muffled by his black shirt, but he heard her perfectly.

She missed him more than anyone in this house.

"So what happened?" She asked after they pulled apart. He stared down at her before taking a paper out of his pocket.

"The autopsy report said heart attack" he responded handing her the report. He observed her expression as she read it , growing confused when she sat on her bed defeated, letting out a chuckle.

"What?"he asked, unfolding his arms.

She shook her head "You'll think that I lost it"

He furrowed his brows at her response, before crouching down , to meet her gaze.

"That could never happen, you know that!" He said taking her small hand in his much larger one.

"Is it wrong that I feel a little bad ?" She mumbled, her eyes meeting his, they were almost tearing up.

"I know he was horrible father for what he did to us, but still...no one deserves to die." She tried to explain herself, whispering the last part.

Diego was quick to wrap his arms around her.

"Of course it's not. You value life." His voice was sure, but his tone soft.

He pushed her slightly so they were both lying on the bed , with her in his arms, resting her head on his chest.

"You were always the kindest."he whispered placing a kiss on her hair.

This was natural for them. When they were kids they were inseparable. She was closer to him than anyone else. She was there , patient with his stuttering problem and he was there when ever she had nightmares and panic attacks. There was always this unspoken thing between them.

"So, a birdie tell me that you finished med school!" He said excitedly, trying to change the subject and maybe cheer her up.

"A birdie tells you?" She asked , pulling away slightly to look at him , with an eyebrow raised.

"Okay , so maybe I did some research!" He chuckled , she could she right through him. "Sue me!"

She laughed. It was music to his ears, a song he missed through the years.

"Yeah, I got a nursing degree! Now I work at a pediatric clinic." She stated with a smile.

"It must be hard. Watching children suffer." He spoke softly. He could never do what she did, and he killed criminals for a living.

"It is" she nodded "But I find it very rewarding, to help a kid" she said running her fingers slightly through his hair.

"You power must be useful"  

Her power was more on the defence side, she could ease the pain of others and cure minor injuries.

"It is!" She said , her fingers tracing the white scar above his ear. It was a long one, and it must had hurt badly when it happened, but it made him look...cooler.

"I remember this one" she remarked , running her fingers on the scar on his eyebrow.

"You were training with your knifes , and you wanted to show me a trick, and you hurt yourself." As she spoke he could she it in her eyes that her mind was traveling years back.

"Yeah! And you freaked out and ran to find Mom" he laughed at the memory, he remember her face turning white in fear and her bolting to find mom , before he could tell her not to worry.

"And you were so calm about it. Your face was covered in blood!"She was still amazed.

"It wasn't the first time I got hurt! But it was the first time you saw it happen!" He took her other hand in his.

"And then Mom stitched you up" she sighed in relief, as if she was reliving the moment.

"And you stayed with me and held my hand"he said squeezing her hand lightly.

"I couldn't leave you, not until I was sure you were okay" she admitted casually, her fingers running though his hair.

"It was the day you asked Mom to teach you First aid." He said, remembering how she begged her to teach her.

Silence fell around them, but it didn't bother them, it never did. They learnt to cherish the silence. They felt safe not to say anything.

"You know , there were times in college that things got tough and I was about to give up." She spoke quietly , her voice breaking the silence.

His focus was back to her , his brows furrowed.

"But then I would see your face  bleeding, and gather the courage to keep going"

He never thought it would affect her so much.He turned to his side to face her.

"So you were thinking about me?" He smirked , watching her cheeks flush red.

"You are so stupid" she laughed , grabbing a pillow from under her and hitting him in the face with it playfully.

He was quick to get on top of her and take the pillow from her hands , attacking her .

While fighting for the pillow , the two stopped , they were too close. She could feel his breath ghosting on her skin. His eyes ran from her eyes to her lips and back. Before they knew it they were leaning in.

And then suddenly Diego fell from the bed , letting out a grunt, earning a laugh from (Y/n).

She got up from her bed and walked to him laying on the ground.

"Are you okay?"she asked her voice still laced with laughter, her eyes shining and her cheeks red. She held her hand out for him to help him up.

He took her hand in his and pulled her down on him.

"You just fell for the oldest trick in the book, (Y/n)" he laughed , staring into her eyes. She didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile. 

He cupped her cheek with his hand, caressing her skin with his thumb. He had a look in his eyes, a look that was so strange yet so familiar . It was there when he'd stutter and she sit with a smile on her face telling him to 'calm down and start again', it was there when he'd hold her through a panic attack telling her to 'breath'.

It was a look of adoration, he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered , his words contrasting her mother's.

"You always say that" she muttered , with a shy smile , averting her eyes. She didn't believe him.

"Because it's true" he smiled at her. He was so handsome when he smiled. Her eyes found his once again. She felt this pull towards him. She always had .

He closed his eyes ,leaning in , placing a soft kiss on her lips. They pulled away , still a breath away. His hand found it's place from her waist to the side of her head, pulling her in once again. His lips met hers , his heart missing beats and he can't possibly pull her any closer, but still she was not close enough. He kissed her with so much need , so much hunger as if he was starving for her touch.

She felt his heart under her hands quicken it's pace. Or maybe it was her heart , she couldn't tell the difference anymore, she was lost. She was lost him, in his touch. And even though he was kissing her with so much passion, he held her as if she was made of the finest china .

Sadly the need for air became too much for them, forcing them to pull apart.

She opened her eyes to meet his. She never noticed the combination of brown and yellow in his eyes, it was subtle but it was there.

"You know, if dad was still alive we wouldn't be here."he said his voice hoarse from the kiss.

She nodded ,with a smile , placing a kiss on his nose. 

"Dad's death brought so much good after all!" She said with a smirk pulling her up with him. She quickly grabbed the pillow pushing it against his face, before quickly running away from him

"You are so stupid, Diego!"

#tua #ua #the umbrella academy #theumbrellaacademy #five hargreeves #five #2 #number two #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargeeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #david castaneda #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy imagine #stupid

[viktorsawkwardass]

Five x Reader

Five helps the reader through a panic attack 

It started like they all do: slow, sweaty, and loud.  You and five were laying on the couch, his head on your chest, watching conspiracy theories.  Your hands were running through his hair when all of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe.  “Are you okay y/n?” He asked lifting his head.  You were frozen, you couldn’t move.  It was as if your body had completely shut down.  The room was too loud and the air felt thick.  You couldn’t breathe ad everything was too much.  Your heart started to beat faster and faster and soon enough you were shaking.  “Y/n? hey, hey, I’m here.  You're okay.” he said trying to calm you.  It wasn’t working and you started to hyperventilate.  He grabbed your face, his hands were warm and soft. “Look at me, I’m here. You’re okay, and you’re safe.  Take a deep breath for me please.”  You tried but all that came of it was a strangled cry.  His eyes filled with panic and he did the only thing he could think of.  He held you close to him, very tight.  He stroked your hair and told you everything was going to be alright.  You sat for what felt like hours until you were calm enough .  “Are you okay?” he asked once again, this time very concerned and lovingly. “Y-yeah, I’m f-fine. Thank you.” you replied.  He kept you in his arms until you fell asleep and he stayed with you all night.

this is probably very bad lol.  anyways, im new to the whole fanfic thing but send requests I guess and ill do my best to get them done.

#umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #Allison hargeeves #Klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #number 5 #number 1 #number 2 #number 3 #number 4 #number 6 #number 7 #umbrella academy imagines

[whataretheumbrellakidsdoing]

Right now Klaus, Ben, and Viktor are all blankly staring at the ceiling while All Eyes On Me from Bo Burnham’s new special Inside plays in the background. They didn’t think that watching a new comedy special would be this emotionally exhausting.

#umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy memes #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy incorrect quotes #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy imagine #tua netflix #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargeeves #viktor hargreeves #x reader #reader insert #netflix #Klaus is canonically a Bo Burnham stan

[idk3ither]

The biggest take away I took from Ricky Montgomery’s newest music video is that he would fit perfectly in the Hargreeves family

#also stream Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery #the song is catchy af #ricky montgomery #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy season 3 #netflix #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargeeves #vanya hargreeves #x reader #imagine #reader insert