i just realized all hargreeves siblings has/had addiction

00.01 luther: dad, moon, missions

00.02 diego: saving jfk

00.03 allison: falling in love? having commitment

00.04 klaus: obv. drugs, alcohol etc.

00.05 five: apocalypse

00.06 ben: he’s dead

00.07 vanya: idk actually couldn’t find this

Seventh stage of paradox psychosis is homicidal rage because, when around yourself and fucking up the timeline in such a way, the instinct is to eliminate the cause of it and rectify the two-of-the-same-person-existing-in-one-place problem

Honestly, how hard does it have to be for Vanya and Allison to be the only intellingent ones inside the Academy’s walls while Klaus, Diego, Luther and Five pass one functioning braincell between them? 

On top of that, the one braincell is the one which Five has 99% of the time.

Originally posted by bob-belcher

Can somebody feed this man child a proper meal?

I swear the only thing I’ve seen Five ingest is black coffee.

Since I’m rewatching the umbrella academy season 2 again I noticed that when he was at that diner place trying to explain to Vanya what happened Five said “leave the pot dear” with such a gentle tone and soft voice. Five Hargreeves loves his coffee and is super polite to the waitresses when trying to get it.

Five Hargreeves from the umbrella academy

just imagine,,

-allison would probably be the one who organizes everything thanks to her big platform and voice

-luther would always be at the front, protecting the protesters from rubber bullets and tear gas canisters

-klaus and ben would definitely key every police car and pop their tires and break their windows because acab

-vanya would be the one to help make the signs and shirts and although she’d avoid confrontation, she’d whip out her powers without hesitation if a cop was being an ass

-diego would probably threaten the cops, and -in true vigilante style- protect as many people as he can and make sure the protest remains peaceful

-five would go all out, defending people getting attacked by cops, making sure to record everything just in case, getting the police’s badge numbers in the video, etc. 

feel free to add more!!

I took @electra-xt incredibly insightful post about Diego and his connection to knives and made a silly drawing, but in a way is it also not true?

Five Hargreeves deadass looking like Mike Wheeler

A/N: It was so difficult fitting all of them in, but I managed it! XD Enjoy!

Reader’s about 18.

Title: Higher than Higher

Summary: Diego’s afraid of heights. Diego’s also stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with six siblings who are definitely not helping.

Words: 2430

“This is gonna be my death,” Diego stated grimly. His face was grave, lines creasing his forehead and mouth set in a tight line. The sudden dimness of his eyes was a direct cause of the looming structure in front of him, casting a dusty shadow over his rigid body and making his heart jump in pace.

He shook his head and sighed. This was the worst thing he would ever do in his life. 

Allison rolled her eyes and shoved past her brother. “It’s a ferris wheel, Diego. Grow up.”

Diego frowned and dropped his head to look at her. “It’s a death wheel, Allison.”

“It’s the wheel of life,” Klaus said dreamily, ignoring Vanya’s mindful “don’t you mean the circle of life?” He waited for Allison and Five to sit in the seats of the wheel’s carriage before hopping into his own, leaning back as though he were sunbathing on this misty afternoon and scooting to the edge, supposedly to give Ben the space next to him.

You grinned as the person manning the wheel made it move again, stepping forward when the next empty carriage came into view. The sound of footsteps following you failed to reach your ears and you stopped and turned. Your shoulders slacked at the sight of Diego, holding up the queue to the ride, staring horrified up at the ferris wheel. “Diego!” you hissed. “It’s our turn!”

He snapped his head down and his eyes widened for the smallest of seconds before he rushed forward. “Oh, right.”

That was as far as he got, however, before he visibly gulped and his face paled.

Luther sighed and pat his brother on the back, stepping past him alongside Vanya. “Good luck, buddy,” he said. He and Vanya sat in the carriage, it moved, and you grasped Diego’s hand, pulling him desperately towards the empty seats. It was, of course, fruitless, considering your brother’s strength vastly outmatched your own, but he seemed to get the gist eventually and let himself be dragged along.

“Uh, Sir?” the man by the controls asked a little hesitantly. Diego looked questioningly at him. “There’s a, uh, a ‘no knife’ policy for this, uh… for this ride.”

Diego glanced down at the hand not being gripped by you and noticed with a little grimace that he’d at some point taken his dagger from its holster and held it tightly in his fist. “Oh,” he said with a nervous chuckle, quickly returning it to its place, “sorry about that.”

The man nodded, a wary look on his face, but gestured to the empty seats nevertheless. You bounced excitedly in, waiting for Diego to sidle in next to you before the bar came down and the wheel began to turn, taking you up already.

“Oh, mother of God,” Diego cursed softly, hands grasping the bar so tight his knuckles were sure to turn white.

You grinned and turned to look at him. It’d never been a secret to the Hargreeves family that Diego was not exactly… a fan of heights. For a mean, lean, killing machine, he certainly lacked a measure of confidence in high buildings and rooftops. Of course, he’d had his fair share of them, but that was always during work. He stayed away from anything high when he had the option to remain on the ground.

The fair in 1963 Texas had been something noticed by you. All the apocalyptic shit was inevitable, according to Five, and therefore you’d asked your siblings to visit it with you, and after a decent amount of persuading, you - and Klaus - managed to convince them.

If anyone were to ask each of the siblings, they would all agree on the fact that this was definitely a distraction from the less happy aspects of the lives you’d all been living recently. They were all notably happier - even Five, who you often joked wouldn’t be able to smile to save his life, had laughed more in the past couple hours than he had his entire life (though a lot of that had been when he’d successfully aimed a pie at Luther’s face in the stocks).

The ferris wheel had always been a favourite of yours, and you’d been incredibly pleased to see that this one was bigger than most others you’d ridden. You’d saved it for last, though you supposed Diego probably would have appreciated getting it over and done with sooner rather than later.

You could hear the sound of the festivities below you grow muffled as the wheel slowly turned. Your siblings looked happy enough in front of you, each one talking with whoever they were sat next to - minus Klaus, who you were sure was periodically singing songs from The Lion King - and you felt a blissful peace wash over you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Until Diego.

Smiling, you looked innocently at him. “What’s wrong?”

Your brother was sat as far back as he could go with his arms stuck out like branches and hands gripping the bar as though his life depended on it. His eyes were squeezed shut. “We’re so freaking high,” he all but gasped out.

You laughed. “It’s not that high.”

Glee was painted all over your face as you watched him crack one eye open in order to look down. He shut it immediately after, desperately shaking his head. “No. Nope. We’re getting off at the next stop.”

“We are not!” you admonished.

He groaned, dipping his head, and you shuffled towards him, leaning against his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

He stayed completely still, repeating I’m not going to die like a mantra in his head.

The wheel continued to turn slowly, and it seemed like forever before you reached the top. When you did, you were utterly amazed at how high you were, but decided against letting Diego in on your wonder in case he ended up vomiting on you.

You would not go through that again. Once was enough.

It was when the carriage jolted to a sudden halt that your own eyes widened slightly and you grabbed Diego’s jacket.

He yelped a little. “What the hell was that?” he asked, daring to open his eyes. When he saw that the both of you were, in fact, at the very top of the ferris wheel, and not moving, he felt his heart skip a couple beats.

“Why are we- why aren’t- aren’t… what…”

“Attention, passengers! The ferris wheel has stopped momentarily as a result of some technical difficulties. Please remain calm and still. We will get you moving again soon, so there is nothing to worry about!”

Diego very much disagreed.

Luther turned around in his seat, only a carriage below you. He placed an arm on the top of its back and stared up at the both of you with an impish grin. “How’re you holding up there, Diego?”

Diego opened his eyes long enough to glare at his brother so hard the man physically flinched and turned back around again.

You snorted. “Come on, Di. You’re fine. It’s just a ferris wheel.”

A gust of wind blew past you, making the carriage rock the slightest bit, and Diego’s momentary thought that he might be able to sit still and think about knives while you all waited for the wheel to start up again was immediately knocked off course. He vehemently shook his head and began moving, looking up, around, and down, desperately reigning in the nausea as he did so. “I’m climbing down,” he boldly stated.

Your face morphed into one of utter disbelief as you watched him. “Diego, don’t be stupid.”

Diego pulled his legs up and under the bar to tuck against his chest, turning to you with a stony face of concentration. “Oh, I’m not being stupid. I’m being logical. If I climb down, then I won’t die up here.”

“So, you’re gonna leave me to my death?”

“If that’s what it comes to.” He gripped the side of the carriage and you rolled your eyes. Honestly.

“Diego, you’ve gotta be normal, here, okay? We’re all trying to be normal today.”

“CAAAAN YOU FEEEEL THE LOOOOVE TONIIIIGHT?”

He tilted his head and rose a brow in a clearly mocking way. You bit your tongue. “Everyone except Klaus,” you swiftly corrected. Your brother remained unperturbed and you made a noise of annoyance. “Diego!”

“Hey, what’s going on up there?” You peered down and saw Allison staring up from her carriage.

“Diego’s being a child!” you called back.

Diego managed to take one hand from the safety of the bar to slap you on the back of the head.

“Tell us something new!” Five shouted a moment later.

Vanya turned, resting her chin and forearms on the back of her and Luther’s seats. She frowned when she saw the man looking as though he were readying to leap down. “What’s he even doing?” she asked.

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. “He wants to climb down.”

Luther snorted. “He’s afraid of sitting in a concealed carriage at the top of the wheel, but climbing down from the top to the bottom, with nothing to stop him from falling and dying, is perfectly fine?”

Diego stopped, the only movement being his blinking eyes as he seemingly processed his brother’s words. After a short while, he slowly but surely dropped his legs to the ground again and sat normally once more, jaw clearly clenched and heart obviously racing a mile a minute. He shook his head at Luther’s triumphant smirk. “You probably paid them off to stop the damn ride when I got to the top,” he ground out.

Luther pursed his lips and rose his brows with a nod. “That’s actually not a bad idea… remind me to do that the next time.”

“Ohoho, there won’t be a next time,” Diego assured him. “I’m never getting on one of these motherfuckers again!”

“Stop whining,” Five’s voice could just about be heard. “We can hear you all the way down here!”

“Yeah?” Diego yelled, much louder than he needed to be, and definitely with a childish edge to his tone. “Well, maybe you should close your damn ears!”

“Woah, guys, guys!” Klaus interrupted, and when you averted your eyes to him you snorted at the fact that he was stretched out across both of the seats, head hanging out of the carriage – very illegally – and long legs limp at the other end. You hated to think about where poor Ben had ended up. “Let’s all calm down and sing a song!”

“We’re not singing Lion King, Klaus,” Allison told him.

“I’ll sing Lion King!” Luther said.

Vanya, Allison and Five turned to him immediately with a defiant chorus of “no!” and he shot his hands up in surrender.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round; the wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long! Come on, kids! Join in if you’re cool enough!” Klaus started clapping his hands, and your siblings were quick to join in. Even Five, the moody grouch, was yelling the words like the child you often wished he still was. Allison was swaying to the side with each line, and Vanya and Luther had somehow made up some weird dance routine to go with the words.

You looked at Diego, who was very much still holding on for dear life, and a soft smile appeared on your lips. With your siblings distracted for the moment, you shuffled up next to him again and looped your arm through his, leaning your head against his shoulder. He relaxed the tiniest bit underneath you and sighed. “This is the last time I let you coerce me into something like this,” he said quietly.

“Really?” you asked. “I was gonna suggest we go to the top of Lady Liberty next.”

Diego rolled his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and rested the side of it on top of yours.

“The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep; the horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, all day long!”

He frowned at the cacophony of voices coming from his siblings, strangely already feeling his pounding heart die down a little. “Has this song even been created yet?”

“I think so,” you told him. “Maybe this is how it was created. By five adults screaming the words on a broken ferris wheel.”

Diego chuckled at that, and you allowed yourself a victorious smile when the colour returned to his hands as he loosened their grips on the bar.

“The people on the bus go up and down, up and down, up and down; the people on the bus go up and down, all day long!”

If any of you had turned, you would have been greeted with looks of utter confusion – and slight fright – on the faces of those behind you, but none of you were bothered. And it was the first time none of you had been bothered since the day you’d all ended up scattered across the years and the state, utterly alone and at a loss for what to do. Now, however, it was clear your siblings were thinking about anything other than the apocalypse. Even Five seemed happier than he’d been in… well. Ever.

“The driver on the bus says ‘move on back, move on back, move on back’; the driver on the bus says ‘move on back’, all day long!”

You chanced another look up at Diego and your smile grew when you noticed his eyes flicking over the fair below. There was a hazed worry in those eyes, and he was clearly still apprehensive, but it seemed he was at least a little less on edge than before.

Which, really, wasn’t much, but it was at least an improvement.

“The mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush’; the mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush, shush’, all day long!”

They finished the song with a round of applause and cheers, Luther shouting “encore!” and Klaus all but standing on the seats as he bowed.

You leaned further into Diego as you laughed at your siblings antics, and he smiled warmly, despite the shake of his head and the middle finger when Luther blew him a kiss.

“And now,” Klaus bellowed, “for round dos! Diiiiiiiego on the wheel goes puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke!”

“Oh, fuck you, Klaus!”

Five: If we don’t stop the apocalypse again we’ll all be dead.

Luther: Can’t you be positive for once?

Five: I’m positive that if we don’t stop the apocalypse again we’ll all be dead.

The Seer

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Five x Reader

Chapter: 0/1

Warnings: This fic is rated R, drugs are used and mentioned in this chapter

March 24th 2019

Sucking in a deep breath I stopped and stared at the door to the mansion, clutching a bouquet of flowers in one hand nervously. A feeling of sadness washed over my body, why can’t I see the important things? I saw this already, me standing here holding the flowers, felt the sadness I’m feeling now. I should of known, but I didn’t. Seeing the future is complex and messy, you can’t simply see it all, just bits and pieces that are vague and confusing.

Shaking my head I cleared my thoughts and prepared myself to go inside, I mean in shouldn’t be scared I live here, but I already know there’s people on the other side of this door who’ve I’ve only heard about never met, And that’s what terrified me. Pogo sent me to pick up the funeral flowers because he knew I was too nervous to be here when they arrived. Even from outside I could feel the tension, everyone’s mixed emotions, sadness, anger, loathing. And before I had the chance to open the door myself pogo had beaten me to it, opening the door wide and greeting me with a sad smile.

“Miss (y/n) your back. I see you’ve picked up the flowers.” Greeted pogo, taking the flowers from my hand he led me inside. I could feel it more now, all the mixed energy was overwhelming, almost too much.

“Pogo, whose here?” Asked an unknown voice. Rounding the corner behind pogo I was met with room full of unfamiliar faces, except one.

“Woah, (y/n) it’s been a long time.” Said the only person I knew in the room, Luther. Coming up and giving me a hug my eyes darted around the room. Everyone was looking at us, confusion evident on their faces.

“Luther, Pogo, who is this?” A man dressed in black leather spoke, giving me a weary look.

Luther turned around and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Guys this is (y/n), dad adopted her about what, 10 years ago?”

“Dad adopted another child, like he could even care for us” The man in leather said with annoyance in his voice. A women with curly hair walked up to me, holding out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Allison, the not so nice one is Diego” she said giving Diego a stern look.

“I’m Klaus!” Said the man wearing a skirt and a furry coat not so quietly.

The other women in the room walked up fi me next, shyly smiling. “And I’m-“

“Vanya I know. I uh read your book. I really liked it.” Vanya looked surprised by that, her cheeks became a light shade of pink as she looked away from me.

“That’s a surprise” Diego huffed out, walking away from the group and away into another room.

“Ignore him” Allison told both me and Vanya before she too left the room, Luther right behind her. Klaus sauntered over my way, putting his arms around my shoulders and giving me a cheeky smile.

“So (y/n), I know this is sudden and all since we just met but do you happen to have a few bucks to spare?” He asked with hopeful eyes. I laughed at this and raised an eyebrow. “What are you trying to score?”

“You speak just my language”

Almost an hour later me and Klaus returned back to the mansion, the funeral wasn’t going to be held till later so we had time to spare. In my room I sat at my desk and began to roll me and Klaus a joint.

“What is this thing?” Klaus asked, tapping the glass to my terrarium, crouching down and staring into my geckos face.

“Stop that tapping, and thats my leopard gecko, his name is Guber.”

“Dad let you keep pets?”

“Well not really, I went on a bender one night and came home with him. We argued, I don’t remember exactly what happened but he never got rid of him and never brought him up again.”

Turning my chair around I faced the now seated Klaus, lighting the joint I sucked in a long inhale of the smoke, letting it escape my lips and inhaled it up my nose. Coughing from the strong smoke I passed the joint to Klaus who happily took it. That’s when I felt another presence in the room, a feeling of disapproval and disappointment overtook my body. Peeking around the room and seeing no one my gaze did meet where Klaus’ was and nothing was there. Focusing on the corner where the energy was coming from the most I watched and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. Instead Klaus spoke up, “Why exactly did dad adopt you?” Klaus asked.

“Well he didn’t really “adopt” me. He bought he off my parents when I was 11, but he somehow knew I had powers and found me”

“What can you do?” He asked smiling now, looking at me with excitement in his features.

“I can see and feel the future. Well not just the future, sometimes I just know things.”

“You can see the future?” Came another voice, causing me and Klaus to jump. Klaus dropped the joint on to his leg and mumbled little “ouches” as he scrambled to pick it up. Standing in the door way leaning again the wall was Diego, giving me and Klaus a stern stare.

“Is that really a good idea Klaus.” He asked, raising his brows giving Klaus a look of disapproval. “Chill out dude it’s just weed” I replied.

“Yeah well it doesn’t end with just weed when it comes to Klaus.” It doesn’t end with just weed when it comes to me either. And with that Diego walked out of the room and left me and Klaus to ourselves. We both laughed and finished the rest of the joint, letting the feeling of the high take over us. Reginald would shit himself if he saw us now, smoking weed in the house. I couldn’t get into the feeling as there was another energy in the room suppressing my emotions with theirs.

“So Klaus, whose your friend?” I asked him, breaking the long silence, besides Klaus every now and then saying “no I’m not asking that” to himself a couple times. Confused Klaus looked at me questioning me with his eyes. “What friend?”

“The ghost?” I clarified. His eyes widened and he jumbled his words together trying to form a coherent response “Wha- wait, you can see him?” He asked astonished, causing me to laugh at him.

“No silly, I can feel him. What’s his name?”

“His name is Ben.” Oh Ben, Mr. Hargreeves talked about him and the other boy “Five” briefly, not telling me much besides that Ben passed away and that Five went missing.

“He wants me to ask you a question.” Klaus said kind of tentatively as if the question he’s going to ask isn’t a good one.

“Go ahead” I gestured with my hands towards him as a signal it was okay to continue.

“He wants to know why your taking Xanax” asked Klaus, holding up his hand with the familiar baggie of white bars. Snatching it out of his hand quickly I put the bag in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Oh shit my bad dude please don’t think I’m fucked up or anything for taking them.” I pleaded with Klaus, hoping he’d understand.

“I was forced to take them for a long time when I was younger, after moving here I just couldn’t kick them.” Klaus made a face of what appeared to be sympathetic.

“I take drugs to you know, to get rid of the spirits” he admitted. “What’s it like? To see the future?”

“Seeing the future is like doing a puzzle. A lot of people seem to think seeing the future means you know everything that’s to come but it’s a lot more complex then that.” Re adjusting my position I sat up on my bed facing Klaus who was still seated on my floor.

“When I see the future it’s very vague, it’s just flashes of images that seem to have no meaning accompanied by very strong emotions. Reginald always told me that the emotions are my clues.”

“Classic dad never giving us all the answers”

“I feel like I should have known he was going to die, I mean I had two visions about it but at the time they were very vague and I didn’t understand them. The other day when he passed, I was on a mission, I got distracted by the news and was stabbed in the back.” I lifted up my shirt to show my lower back which had a gauze pad soaked in blood. “I rushed home as soon as I could, wanting to know what happened. But I passed out when I got to the door, Pogo and Grace found me and patched me up.”

“I saw this in my vision ya know, it was the night before the mission, I woke up after dreaming of the news and felt this piercing white hot pain in my back. I told Reginald about it but he insisted that if I really knew my power then everything would go well”

“And then daddy died” Klaus chimed in.

“Yes, that’s exactly what happened. I got distracted by the news and the guy got away.”

Pondering for a few moments I decided to tell him more about why I take the bars.

“When I feel all these emotions sometimes they are so great that I can’t push them away, instead I project them onto others. It’s never good, I suffer from panic attacks when it’s too overwhelming..that’s why I still take the xans, because it keeps all the lingering energy at bay.”

“And being sober is not fun” Klaus said falling onto his back spreading out his arms. I mimicked him falling back on my bed and placing my arms under my head. “Being sober is definitely not fun” it was in that moment a terrible feeling of uneasiness fell over me. All the lights went out and anbright blue flash lit up my window and me and Klaus shot up to see what was going on.

Running outside I was met with Allison, Diego, Luther and Vanya who all were watching was looked to be a black hole forming in the courtyard.

“What the fuck is this?!” I yelled out.

“Get out of the way!” Screamed Klaus, running past the rest of us holding a fire extinguisher, attempting to put out what looked to be a giant black hole forming. When that failed he threw it into the hole.

“What is that going to do!” I screamed at him.

“I don’t know you have a better idea?” Asked Klaus, Luther snatched him back away from the electric blue mass. Looking up at it I could see what appeared to be an old man reaching through it, but as he made it through a young man dropped to the floor and the hole closed. We all stared in silence at the person who just fell through the hole.

“Does anyone else see little number 5?”

“I’m too high for this”

I might delete this chapter because I’m very tired while writing this, but I’m going to post it for now and come back and make changes later or I’ll never remove it from my drafts. Enjoy!