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summary: Reader accidentally let’s it slip that she’s in love with her best friend Klaus.

warnings: Probably bad grammar, it’s not my strong suit I’m sorry guys! a curse word or two! Angst??


Your head rested in your hands, then ran through your hair. Klaus voice rang out and you looked up to give a small laugh at his antics. He was currently sitting on the floor of your room with multiple sharpies all different colors. He sat there scribbling the most randoms things that came to his mind. Your walls were slowly being taken over by the doodles, and thoughts of your best friend. 

“(y/n), what’s on that beautiful mind of yours?” Klaus asked. You broke your stare at the wall to look at him. “Oh nothing I was just trying to find my favorite thing you’ve done. It’s very difficult seeing as I love it all.” you say. Getting up from the spot on your bed you move to the wall that your observing. you heard a shuffle and turned to see Klaus crawling along the floor to sit in front of the wall. You looked down at him and laughed. he looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes. “c'mon sit next to me. show me your favorite. I know you said you can’t choose but I know you too well to know that the only reason you’re saying that is because you want it to be fair, and don’t want just one to stand out to you, out of all the rest because you think it’s rude.” he said, almost out of breath. Sitting down next to him, you turn away to blush softly. “Ok, Klaus.. you’re right.. I’ll tell you which one is my favorite. ” you say and look up at him once more. “that’s my girl, alright now tell me which one!” he exclaimed. 

you blushed when he called you his girl.To be honest you had fallen in love with this crazy eccentric yet vulnerable man.  

you scanned the wall looking for the little sketch of you and him, that said next to it: “KH +(y/i)” (y/i= Your initials) 

He also put a little heart next to it. It gave you butterflies every time. sitting up slightly you pointed it out to him. A smile formed on his lips and chuckle slipped out. “I remember that one, It was the night your ex dumped you; and you called me crying. Wow, that was a long time ago. ” he traced over the sketch gently. You just turned to admire him as he admired the sketch. His jaw was sharp, and his brow furrowed in concentration. His lips slightly parted as he put his focus on the art on the wall. The sun hit him perfectly, and bounced of his shiny curls. The sight was perfect. 

“I love you Klaus.” You blurted out. Your eyes grew wide at what just escaped your thoughts, and became words. His hand instantly dropped into his lap from its place on the wall. his shoulders tensed and he said nothing. 

“Klaus, I’m sorry just.. uh.. just forget it ok. I didn’t mean to say it..” You said swallowing thickly, begging your body to move away from him.  “(y/n),wait.” he mumbled. You whipped your head around his words giving you a sinking feeling but the slightest bit of hope. “Did you just say you loved me?” he asked. This time he slowly stood and looked at you. his eyebrows even more furrowed in confusion. It took a moment before you finally spoke. “Yeah.. I did.. I love you Klaus, and i have for a long time now..” you trailed off staring at your hands as you played with them. not daring to meet Klaus’ gaze, in fear of coming undone. 

Silence, that’s all that was left, and that was the only sign you needed to know that he didn’t feel the same.  Finally you gathered the courage to lift your head up to look at him. his eyes were wide in shock, but that shock slowly melted into this look of fear.  Seeing this you let out a breath you didn’t have any clue you had held. Hearing no response after almost a minute of the silence your eyes began to sting. he opened his mouth about to speak finally until you interrupted him. “No, Klaus. You don’t have to say anything. I get it, you don’t feel the same. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” You said. Your voice was surprisingly calm, but you felt your lips tremble.  

He felt heart broken as he looked at you crumbling before him. Feeling as though it was his fault for your pain. “Please (y/n), you have to understand.. Your my best friend and I do love you but we could never happen. I can’t even picture it. Me and you would just not be good at all, it would be so weird to be seen with you as my girlfriend. ” He said. 

Your eyes stung and the tears fell at his words.  Your heart shattered like ice falling from a stain-glass window. he couldn’t even picture being seen with you as his girlfriend?

“It would be weird to be seen with me? You can’t even picture us, what? With you holding me in public. I’m that ‘weird’ that you wouldn’t even want to be seen with me?” you asked.  At this point tears poured down your face.  Hearing your words he realized what he said. he didn’t mean it like that, but that’s the way it came across. 

“No, that’s not” he didn’t get to finish “let me guess. that’s not what you meant? It didn’t come out the way you wanted it to?” you snapped back. Klaus stared at you in horror and panic. “Well, guess what. All you had to say was that you didn’t love me back. But you crossed a line and you’re so far past it that it’s invisible now. All you had to fucking say was that you didn’t feel the same. then maybe we’d be ok. But you didn’t.” you state. Your voice shook, as you looked at him through teary eyes. 

He stayed silent, as if unable to speak or move one bit. You scoffed as you looked at him. “Klaus, I need you to leave.” You said pointing to the door. He snapped out of his weird state of mind to rush towards you throwing apologies at you. Trying to grab your hands and explain. 

“You’re my best friend (y/n), the only one who has ever understood me.. please don’t leave me. I love you so much. I love to be seen with you. You’re my witty, smart and beautiful friend, that I love. I’m sorry it’s not the way you love me.. but please know that I love you. ” He pleaded with you. 

“Klaus I’m not leaving you. I’m asking for you to leave, I need to be alone right now. I need to figure myself out before I can see you again.” You said. He placed his lips to your forehead before nodding silently and walking through the door. you closed your eyes, and fell apart. Thinking to yourself 

“I just ruined everything.. Things will never be the same, that is, if we ever come back to each other.” You sighed and just sat there. swimming in guilt that you just broke not only your heart but his as well. 

All you had to do was keep it to yourself. 

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The Seer

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Five x Reader

Warnings: This fic is Rated R, mentions of sex, drugs, blood and violence

Preview: chapter 0/1

In October 1989, 43 women gave birth even though none of these women had been pregnant right before. Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopted seven of the super powered children. You were not one of them.

In 1999, 10 years later another infant was born, not to parents who weren’t expecting, they very much were ready to introduce their new bundle of joy to their family. A baby girl named (Y/N) (Y/L/N), weighing 8lbs and 7oz.

(Y/N) lived a relatively normal life until the age of five, when her powers started to peak, she had discovered she had the powers to see and feel the future, mimic others emotions and project her own onto others. And because of this little (y/n)’s parents locked her away, terrified that their child was a “witch” as they put it.

In 2009, Sir Reginald Hargreeves caught wind of another child with extraordinary abilities, and sent out to search for the child. With four of the surviving Umbrella Academy children long gone out of the nest he was fully ready to take in one more.

2010 Phoenix, Arizona,

Standing in front of a door as big and intricate as his own Sir Reginald Hargreaves knocked upon the great oak door. With his umbrella in one hand and a briefcase in the other he waited patiently for someone to answer. When the heavy door opened he was met with a small women, wearing a dress and apron, her hair was disheveled and she held a broom in her hand.

“Oh hello?” The women said in a meek voice staring at him with confusion.

“Are you Miss (Y/L/N)?” He asked bluntly. The women’s eyebrows scrunched up in a way he would think she was disgusted with his question.

“No Sir I’m the help, let me get Mr. And Mrs. (Y/L/N)“ Scurrying off to the stairs she called out that there was a man here for them. And before he knew it a women in a long robe like dress and a man similarly dressed like himself now stood in the doorway.

"Hello Sir how may we help you?” Said the man, raking his eyes up Mr. Hargreeves stopping at his briefcase with a wondering stare. “May I come in? I have a great deal to discuss with you” lifting the briefcase up and shaking it he walked in past the couple without waiting for their response.

“You want our child?“ Said Mrs. (Y/L/N) in a hissed tone, complete disapproval in her face. Mr. Hargreeves didn’t particularly like the way she said “our child” as if they’ve cared about her, when they’ve locked her away, doped up and left to care for herself.

"You don’t understand, with me she’ll be able to explore her powers, do extraordinary things and even save the world.”

“But you can’t just buy our child, she doesn’t have a price" said Mr. (Y/L/N).


“You are abusing her, keeping her locked away when she can do GREAT things. Suppressing her powers will only make them stronger. She needs me”

"We said NO”

“How about 2.2 million dollars”

“Sold” Mr. And Mrs. (Y/L/N) said in sync.


Upstairs, (y/n) sat upon her bed, waiting patiently for the man to come and get her. She knew this was coming, she saw it already. Well pieces of it, seeing the future is like putting a puzzle together, you only see bits of pieces of the most crucial parts, vague images, leaving you to put it all together. Feeling the future is another thing, being able to just know something is going to happen was an entirely different feeling. As her bedroom door open (y/n) was greeted by her parents who looked at her nervously, they however were greeted by a mostly bare room and packed bags. By the way her parents faces fell they had already figured out she saw this coming and with that she left.


I hope you liked my preview chapter of my five x reader series coming up! Like I said this fic will be rated R, Five will not be 13 in this fic, instead coming back as an 18 year old. I’m warning again that this fic is rated R, I’ll add trigger warnings at the top of each chapter that is relevant to the chapter so their is no surprises. Each chapter will be linked at the top. Enjoy!

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Hey, I posted this on my other blog, but with Umbrella Academy getting so much press right now, me starting over so I can watch the second season, and just because I love the show so much I thought I would restart my version on here. I don’t know much about this season, so please take it easy on me if it doesn’t completely fit. 

Klaus came home, stumbling. Ben had just said that he had seen himself. Not only himself but all of them. But not at their current age, but when they were kids. Klaus tried to make a joke about how Ben was feeling the effects of his high, but it didn’t work. Klaus was higher than he had been in a long time. He had just been through war, literally. He had been through the Vietnam War and had seen the love of his life die. And now he was back in his own time. Worst of all, he couldn’t conjure the love of his life. He stumbled back to his room, but just before he got there, he saw Mom, leaving his room. Klaus didn’t want to say Hello, to mom. He didn’t want her to see him like this.

Deigo had just come back in a storm; anger was not a good way to describe it. Furious wasn’t even good enough. Hate wasn’t even a good enough way to describe it. Loathing maybe. His eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of determination, regret, and pure unadulterated loathing. Klaus was in his way, and he pushed him out of it. “I’m going to tell mom,” Klaus said, with a slight giddy laugh.

“What did you just say?” Deigo pushed Klaus a little harder into the wall.

“I’m gonna tell mom you’re abusing me,” Klaus said, laughing even harder.

“Mom’s dead, Klaus,” Deigo said, finally just throwing Klaus into the wall.

“I just saw mom walk by here,” Klaus instead.

“That wasn’t mom,” Ben said, leaning against a wall.

Deigo stormed away. “Well, she was dressed like mom,” Klaus responded, before half stumbling half sauntering into his room.

Now Deigo knew Klaus was high, but if Klaus didn’t see mom, who did he see? He could have seen no one, but Deigo was itching for a fight anyway. If the person in the kitchen wasn’t his siblings or Pogo, they were going to get a fight. He made his way like a mouse to the kitchen, and there in the dark, he too thought it was mom. For a moment, just a moment, he wanted to walk over to the figure, talk to her, tell her how much he loved her, how sorry he was.

He turned on the lights hoping to break the image of its power over him. The figure turned around, and it was not mom. It, the figure, in the light, turned out to look nothing like mom. The only thing the figure had on that looked like mom was the dress. She was wearing a dress like the one’s mom wears. It’s a tight waist dress with three-quarter sleeves and a big skirt. The dress was a dark green, almost a hunter green. Underneath the skirt, Deigo could see at least one pair of leggings. They were two-toned. Neon green on her left leg and a Pepto pink on the other. There was a giant hole behind her left knee, and another on her right shin. Deigo would have expected to see skin to be showing, but no, it seemed that there was another pair of leggings underneath, and they were black with a few sparkles. She wore long black gloves, and her curly red, auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail with a black ribbon. She was bigger than mom too. Not taller, but fatter, at least a little thicker. One other thing that seemed to be odd was that she was barefooted. “Who are you?” Deigo asked as he began to pull out one of his knives.

She didn’t respond with words, only actions. She bolted for the door behind him. Deigo threw his knife at her and caught her dress by the skirt. He threw another at the other side of her skirt. She grabbed the knife on her left side. She pulled it out of the wall and threw it at Deigo, somehow managing to hit him with the handle of the knife. This surprised Deigo and gave her enough time to pull out the other knife, which she too threw at Deigo and again managed to hit him with the handle of the knife.

Giving the woman enough time to start running. Deigo caught up with her in the main hallway, however. He grabbed her arm, and she flipped him over herself. Deigo landed hard on his back, but he grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground just as hard. Deigo stood up and placed his right foot on her chest. “Who are you?” he asked, demanding answers. She looked at him for a second. Deigo couldn’t explain it, but to him, she seemed genuinely frightened and confused, but that look only lasted for a moment when it was replaced by a stern look of determination. She grabbed his foot and twisted him off her as hard as she could. He lost his footing for a second but never fell. Getting up, she showed a look of pure determination, her left foot out just a little bit, and her left hand to match. Neither of them ready to go down. He threw three knives at her, and she blocked or dodged all three. This was odd for Deigo. Not many people had ever done that. While she had been dodging and blocking, she was able to push forward and finally get close enough to Deigo that she was able to punch him. She punched him hard with her left hand, knocking the wind out of him briefly. She was able to land two more punches and a kick before he grabbed her ankle when she went to kick him again. He spun her around before trying to land a blow of his own. He landed it, but she was able to block the next three. She pushed him and then tried to make her exit again. Deigo threw another knife; it sliced her arm, but she kept running. Deigo threw one more knife, this one caught her near the left shoulder blade.  

Deigo went after her, but she had disappeared. Deigo searched and searched, but he couldn’t find her. He went into the bedrooms to see if she had somehow slipped in there, but she wasn’t there. Deigo found Klaus passed out on his bed. All the other bedrooms were empty.

Deigo searched for a few more minutes until he came across Pogo. “Did you see a woman run this way?”

Pogo looked at Deigo for a second. “Did you mean your sister? Vanya? Or Allison?”

“Neither,” Deigo said, with a confidence that he always spoke with.

“One of the people that attacked the house?”

“No, I don’t think so. She wasn’t dressed like one of them,” Deigo said, looking around.

“Where was the last time you saw her?”

“Heading up the main stairs. I don’t know how I lost her.”

“Did she go into Master Reginald’s office?” Pogo asked.

Deigo shook his head. “I looked in there.”

“I have not seen any other woman, Master Deigo. Do you know why she was here?”

“I caught her in the kitchen, digging through food. Now that I think of it, she took food.”

“Maybe she was just a vagrant Master Deigo,” Pogo said.

Deigo thought about it for a moment, and then he remembered how she was dressed. “Her clothes seemed too neat for that,” he said, shaking his head. “It wasn’t a bad thought, though, Pogo. Whoever she was, she isn’t here now.” And with that, Deigo left.

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Ranking hargreeves siblings in order of trauma

1a: 5 with the Commission shit AND THE APOCALYPSE FFS: yall know.

1:luther but just the moon stuff- regi didnt send enough food and now hes antisocial with binge eating issues.

2:klaus- he got locked in a mosolium as someone who could see ghosts, plus the Vietnam war, plus being possessed by his ghost brother all while in withdrawl and doing crazy shit for drugs. Mad respect.

3:vanya- we know why shes here.

4:ben- my man died and had to watch all of klaus’s shit, mad respect. Start your cult. You go.

5:5 pre apocalypse shit: again, didnt get the worst

6:diego- look i love knife boy and i understand where his savior complex comes from but… He didnt get the worst of it im just sayin

7:alison- cannonically she couldve stopped it at any time, she just didnt. Fuck alison.

8:luther but excluding the moon stuff- honestly like… You know why hes here.

No i wont be taking criticism.

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