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imaginedisish · 6 years

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I Think We’re Alone Now (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: BOY AM I MAD. SO this got deleted...presumably because @staff is trash and someone was like “EW SHE’S WRITING FOR A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD!” News flash AIDAN GALLAGHER IS A YEAR BELOW ME IN HIGH SCHOOL. I AM A JUNIOR. HE IS A SOPHOMORE. I JUST TURNED 17. HE IS TURNING 16 IN A FEW MONTHS....IM NOT SOME CREEPY CHILD PEDOPHILE. AND YA KNOW WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL ABOUT THIS IMAGINE! It is PURE FLUFF, and Five and the reader are BOTH 17 IN THIS AU!! I AM NOT SEXUALIZING HIM IN ANY WAY HOLY CRAP. Wow...I’m clearly mad...um...sorry?? I’m just honestly exhausted from my dance competition today. I WON FIRST OVERALL THOUGH...SO YAY! I might write a small headcanon for tonight...but I’m so tired...I might have to take a short break from writing until Sunday, since I’m competing at this competition all weekend. I’ll keep everyone updated. So, for now, here’s a repost of I Think We’re Alone Now...enjoy

Summary: You and Five are seventeen, and have just started dating, but you feel the need to hide your relationship from the rest of the Hargreeves. One night, you decide to sneak into Five’s room, and chaos somewhat ensues…

Warnings: MEGA FLUFFFFFFF AHHhhhh! Language, awkward reference to sex from Luther bc Luther is Luther…smh Luther.

Word Count: 2,883

Stars twinkle brightly above you, dancing whimsically in the dark night sky. The crisp autumn breeze passes through you, sending a chill down your spine. You shiver as you stare up at the brick building in front of you. Your heart begins to beat rapidly as you contemplate what is was you were about to do. You were going to sneak into Five’s room.

Five had told you, “It’s the second window from the left, south side of the Academy, third floor. Come around 9:30, okay?” No matter how nervous you were about the matter, you simply couldn’t say no.

You knew you’d have to be discrete, since the rest of the Hargreeves were unaware of your relationship with Five. They knew you were close friends with him; you were friends with the entire family, especially since they were helping you develop your power, levitation. However, because you had grown so close with the family, you and Five agreed that his siblings couldn’t find out about your relationship.

In truth, there was no ‘known’ force stopping you and Five from being together. You were both 17, you were both supers, and you were both extremely similar. You liked the same music: David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys, Arcade Fire, and The Strokes. You were both unbelievably witty, as you constantly bounced remarks and comebacks off of one another. Most importantly, you liked each other. In fact, you thought there was a chance you could love the boy.

But still, you had agreed with Five that no one could know. Maybe it was the fear of judgement that created the secret, or possibly the fear of disapproval. You knew that Five’s siblings had developed a liking to you, as you had essentially become a part of the family, but you weren’t sure if they would like you as Five’s girlfriend.

So, over the past month, as opposed to going on dates like normal couples do, you and Five had snuck around the city together, going on dates to Griddy’s, and having picnics in the park. Sometimes you two secretly hid away in his room, chatting and listening to music. You hated hiding things from Alison, Diego, Luther and Klaus, but as of right now it seemed as though it had to be done.

A cold breeze snaps you back to reality. The wind begins to pick up again, grabbing at your green, turtle neck sweater. You pull at your sweater, softly pressing it down against your body as your hair begins to take flight next. You groan in annoyance, wanting to be inside with Five instead of out in the cold.

You take a deep breath. I can do this, You think to yourself, yanking up the right sleeve of your sweatshirt, and then nervously scratching your forearm. While you were growing better at controlling your abilities, you weren’t always able to hold them for an extraneous period of time. Levitating yourself was also something that challenged you. More often than not, you would usually fall once you were around four feet in the air.

Obviously, that was nowhere near enough for a journey up the side of the Academy. The Academy was massive, and it’s size still amazed you, regardless of the fact that you had been here millions of times before.

You search the ground for a pebble, so you could let know Five you had arrived in a more romantic way, as opposed to sending him a text message. You quickly find a perfectly smooth, grey, round pebble next to your feet. You pick up the pebble and aim towards Five’s window. With a light throw and a tap, the pebble reaches Five’s window. The action was a bit “Romeo and Juliet,” (minus the double suicide at the end, of course), but it was fitting in the moment.

Seconds later, a pair of dark blue eyes meet your own. Five smirks at first, but his smile quickly widens, almost as if the longer he stared at you, the happier he became. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you smile back. He begins to crack open the window, his bangs falling in front of his eyes in the process.

“Come on up,” Five says loud enough for you to understand him, but low enough for no one else to hear him. You nod your head, swallowing harshly, nerves rushing through your body.

You close your eyes, imagining yourself floating in the air. Slowly, your feet lift up from the concrete. The wind swirls around you, helping you grow higher. You open your eyes, noticing that you were just one floor away from where Five’s room resided. You push the air down with the palms of your hands, and you levitate up to the next level.

I did it, I actually did it, You think to yourself, pride swelling in your gut as you finally reach Five’s window. After so much tiring training, and so much effort, you were finally able to fly.

There was Five, his smile growing wider now that you were face to face. His piercing blue eyes twinkle in the moonlight, just as the stars had been. No, in fact…his eyes were more brilliant than the stars. Stars held so much importance, serving as guides for the lost, wish granters for those who longed for something more…but that was what Five was for you. You didn’t need the metaphorical presence of a constellation. You already had that, wrapped up in the package of a 17 year old boy that you were growing to love.

He extends a hand out to you, inviting you inside. “Grab my hand, I’ve got you. You won’t fall, I promise.” He says. You fly closer to him in response, lifting your arm towards Five as he takes your hand in his.

However, just as you had been doing so well, a sensation of weakness overcomes you. You feel yourself beginning to lose control as you attempt to change your position, as to fly into the room horizontally.

“Shit,” You mutter, your eyes searching Five’s in fear. “I don’t think I can control this any longer,” Your voice is shaky, and your entire body begins to tremble. You had never flown for this long, and it was becoming too much to handle.

“Yes you can, (Y/N),” Five says, squeezing your hand tighter in his own. He tugs on your hand slightly, helping you get a bit farther inside the room. At this point, your shoulders are through the window, but that was it. Thoughts race around your mind as your powers weaken even further.

Suddenly, the pressure you normally feel between yourself and the air around you begins to fade away.

“Five!” You scream, as you feel yourself starting to fall. You grab onto the windowsill, attempting to hold yourself up. Five grabs onto your arms, pulling you quickly, yet carefully into his room. With one final pull from Five, you fall onto the floor of the room.

Five drops down to where you fell, reaching out his arms to help you stand up. “Are you okay?” He asks, concern prominently filling his voice as you stand to the ground with his help.

You take a second to catch your breath. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken up is all,” You say, smiling lightly. “And I’m much better now…” You pause, a bit nervous to finish your sentence. “You know, since I’m with you.”

Five smiles widely. “That was cheesy, but I like it, and only like it because I like you.” Your heart does a back flip in your chest at the sound of his words. Now that things have calmed down a bit, you recognize how close you are to Five. It feels as though you’re an inch away from Five’s face, since neither of you had moved from where he had helped you stand up.

“You can’t call me cliche or cheesy if you’re saying things like that,” You state sarcastically, crossing your arms in protest. Five steps a bit closer, uncrossing your arms as he takes your hands in his. He was never like this with anyone else. He was usually so cold, so distant, so sarcastic with his siblings. But with you, Five was kind, sweet, and overall an entirely different person. You two could sit on the edge of his bed, listening to music for hours, his fingers carefully combing through your hair. The only time either of you got up was to change the record that was spinning on the turntable in the left corner of Five’s room.

Five takes another step closer to you. He studies your face for a bit, his eyes often landing on your lips. This makes you a bit nervous, since you two hadn’t kissed yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. God, did you want to. It was more or less that you were scared. You had never kissed anyone before, and quite honestly, this was your first ‘real’ relationship. You didn’t want the kiss to be bad, and you especially didn’t want to disappoint Five.

With one more step, Five becomes so close to your face that his breath tickles your nose a bit. He looks deeply into your eyes. “Can I just kiss you already?” Five asks, smirking a bit.

Your heart practically thumps out of your chest as you nod your head. Shit, this is it, You think to yourself.

Suddenly, Five’s lips come crashing down on your own. His lips are warm, and surprisingly sweet, moving slowly against yours. You hum a bit, beginning to feel more comfortable. Five smiles against your lips before pressing another soft kiss onto them.

Then, to your dismay, Five pulls away from you, leaving a slightly cold sensation where he had once been. You wanted more, but you knew you would just have to wait for the next time you had the opportunity to kiss Five.

Five grins a bit, his hands still holding yours. “You’re absolutely incredible, (Y/N).” Heat quickly rushes to your cheeks, and you can feel yourself becoming red. Five laughs at your new color, his dark, chocolate bangs bouncing against his forehead in the process.

“Don’t laugh!” You jokingly reprimand.

“Too bad, I already did. You’re just…” Five pauses a bit, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “…well you’re cute when you get all frazzled like that,” Five mumbles, hoping you can’t hear him as he lets go of your hands and walking over to one of his many bookshelves. He pulls out a record from the shelf. He picked out one of your favorite records, ‘Bookends’ by Simon and Garfunkel.

“Is that new? I didn’t think you had Bookends,” You question.

Five can’t help but smirk. “I may have gotten it because of you,” He says softly, walking over to brown turntable in the corner. He takes the record out of it’s sleeve, and carefully places it on the turntable. He turns the machine on, and the record begins to spin. He slowly allows the needle to come down on the record, and “Bookends Theme,” begins to play.

There were no lyrics to the song, yet there was something so romantic about the incredibly short melody. Maybe it was the perfect plucking of the guitar strings, or maybe it was simply the chord progression itself. Regardless, the song made your heart flutter in your chest, more than it already was. Five walks over to his bed, and takes a seat on the edge. He pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit with him. You smile, and walk over to the bed.

As you sit down, Five instantly raps an arm around your waist. Your head rests against Five’s shoulder, and you close your eyes. You never wanted this moment to end. Everything seemed so absolutely perfect.

Five began to lean back towards the bed, and you followed him, your back eventually crashing down onto the bed. You push yourself up farther so your feet are no longer hanging off the bed, and Five does the same. Five wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes now struggle to stay open, as you hear the sound of sleep calling your name. You allow yourself to give in, closing your eyes tightly.

You’re still awake as ‘Old Friends’ begins to play. The song is soft and calm. You listen closely to Five’s heart beat, which in contrast with the song is incredibly loud and fast. You open your eyes, looking up at Five.

“Are you okay? Your heart is practically beating out of your chest,” You say, concern heavy in your voice, picking up your head slightly to get a better look at Five’s face. Five’s piercing blue eyes find yours.

He swallows harshly. “I’m fine, it’s just,” He pauses for a second, contemplating his words as he looks up at the ceiling above. “Having you here with me, like this, I’m nervous…I guess…” Five trails off. “Having you here is exciting, it’s special.”

You smile resting your head back down on his chest. You close your eyes again, feeling at peace. “Hey Five?” You whisper.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” Five responds.

“I like you, a lot,” You say, a smile spreading across your face.

“I-,”

Then, abruptly, Five is cut off by a loud knock at the door. You and Five practically jump up from where you had been laying down.

“Five! Turn your music off. It’s too late for this shit!” You hear Diego call out from the other side of the door. You and Five say nothing as Five rushes over to the record player to turn the music off. “Also, did you take my comb again?”

“No I didn’t take your fucking comb, Diego!” Five shouts back, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” Diego says angrily. “I’m coming in to find it!”

“Shit!” Five mutters, his eyes widening with fear.

“What are we going to do?” You ask as the knob of the door twists, and the door creeks open. There’s nowhere to hide. You’re absolutely screwed.

Diego steps through the door, his eyes instantly landing on you. “Five, what’s (Y/N) doing in your room at 10 o’clock at night?” His eyes deeply cut through Five’s soul. Five takes a deep breath, preparing himself to explain the truth to Diego.

“Well, um, you see-,”

Klaus pops his head through the door. “Where did the Simon and Garfunkel go? I was having a good-,” Klaus stops talking as his eyes land on you. “Uh oh looks like we’ve go two troublesome teens on our hands, now don’t we?” Klaus cackles like a hyena.

Five scoffs. “Don’t you have some ouija board to be talking to right about now?” Five says, annoyed, taking a step towards Klaus.

Klaus crosses his arms against his chest. “You know what, just for that,” Klaus cups his hands, bringing them next to his mouth as if he was going to call a group of children to dinner. “Luther! Allison! Clean up on aisle ‘teenage love’! Immediate assistance required! Thank you!” He brings his hands back down, slapping them against the side of his thighs.

Five responds by showing Klaus his middle finger.

Seconds later, Luther and Allison are standing at the door. Luther’s jaw drops to the ground, and Alison begins to laugh lightly.

“Come on, you guys didn’t see this coming?” Allison asks, laughing still.

“Quite honestly, I suppose it was bound to happen eventually,” Klaus agrees. Luther and Diego nod along to Klaus’s point.

“I mean, do we let them have their privacy?” Diego asks, leaning over to Luther. Luther shrugs his shoulders.

“I guess so, but clothing stays on! Got it?” Luther commands. Five’s cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

“No shit Sherlock,” Five says, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, let’s leave them alone, boys,” Allison says, pushing her brothers out of the room.

“But I wanted to babysit!” Klaus exclaims, and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Allison is the last person out. She shuts the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Five says, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. Five lays back down, and you follow suit, reverting back to how you and Five had been laying down before. You rest your head on Five’s chest, his heart still beating just as quickly as it had been before.

“So before, you didn’t get to finish what you were saying,” You say to Five. Suddenly, his heart begins to beat faster.

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” He pauses, “I like you too, (Y/N).” Five responds. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling. “I like you a lot. In fact, I think I might like you more than anything else on this planet.” His heart is thumping wildly against his chest now. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers combing gently through your hair.

“I like being here,” You whisper softly.

“I like having you here,” Five responds. You can’t help but smile. You close your eyes yet again, falling asleep in Five’s arms.

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eddiemunscns · 4 years

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Even otp questions + #29 for Elise and Klaus

Tagging @butcherofblackwater because I know you’re a hoe for these two lmao

2. Big spoon/little spoon? They switch off depending on the vibe. Klaus loves being the little spoon though.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity? Dancing around the kitchen in Elise’s apartment!! Doesn’t matter what kind of music is on, there’s always going to be dancing.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Elise loves Klaus’ eyes, she’s always been a sucker for pretty eyes. Klaus loves El’s freckles and her nose.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? Klaus often uses German terms of endearment with Elise. He calls her liebling which loosely translates to “darling” or “dear”. Sometimes he’ll call her “schatz” which loosely translates to “treasure”. Klaus learned German when he was young, amongst other languages, and because it is the language of his origin, he often gravitates towards it. Elise calls him babe or love, it’s just something that sort of happened, no real origin or explanation behind it.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Klaus has Elise’s order for Griddy’s memorized. Honestly, it doesn’t matter where they get food or a quick snack from, he still has it memorized. Klaus is a bit more adventurous, and often tries new things, but Elise knows his go-to if something else doesn’t catch his eye.

12. Who initiates kisses? In the beginning, Klaus was always the initiator. Elise can be a bit shy and awkward at times, but once she was comfortable around him, everything changed. They both initiate now.

14. Who kisses the hardest? Klaus 1000%

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Also Klaus, Elise is very much about routine, but Klaus has his ways of getting her to stay in bed...

18. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? This is such an Elise thing to do omg. Although, I wouldn’t necessarily she leaves it in his lunch. She definitely leaves a message for him on the fridge before she leaves for work though. Sometimes, she’ll use the magnets to spell something out, other times she’ll write it on a little post-it note.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship? Elise’s parents suck, and are no longer in the picture, but her grandmother absolutely ADORES Klaus and she makes it known constantly. Klaus’ siblings love Elise, they can see that he’s the best version of himself when he’s with her, and that they balance each other out so freaking well.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? Elise for sure, Klaus has tried surprising her with breakfast in the past, and nearly burnt the entire apartment building down in the process. It’s the thought that counts though!

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? Oh my god this is so Klaus. Elise does not have a good poker face at all and he knows it.

26. What would be their theme song? Nightmare by Halsey

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other? Honestly, once they’ve been reunited and sorted things out after being separated in the 60s, they aren’t really apart for super extended periods of time. When they are though, they definitely text each other about how much they miss each other. My disgustingly cute children.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart Klaus constantly wonders why he can’t see Elise for the three years that they are apart in the 60s because he’s convinced that she’s dead.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it Klaus steals Elise’s oversized sweaters and sweatshirts ALL THE TIME. Klaus in El’s NYU sweatshirt? I’M SOFT.

Send me one of my OTPs and a number.

#oc asks #answered #elise berringer #otp: i'm no sweet dream but i'm one hell of a night #a-song-of-quill-and-feather

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honeybee-babe · 5 years

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Sharing is Caring (Except When You’re Sick) Chapter 10 Sick!Luther + Sick!Klaus

Chapter 10 of my collab with @hargreevesstyles, can also be read on her blog!!

When Klaus woke up, three hours had gone by, and his siblings were nowhere in sight. Not even Ben had stuck around.

He stumbled through the entire first story of the house, looking for a companion. And maybe someone to make him some food. He was starving.

“Diego?” he called. “Vanya? Luther? Anyone?” No response. “Well, if no one’s here, I’m gonna eat all the ice cream, and no one can stop me!”

When he went to open the fridge, a little note on the door stopped him.

“Going to rehearsal. Diego = shift, Luther+5=out. Allison back around 5.”

<3 V”

Klaus looked at the wall clock; it was 5:03 pm.

As if on cue, he heard the front door open. And then Allison was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms filled with grocery bags.

“Klaus!” she greeted with a warm smile as she set them down on the counter. She rushed over to feel his forehead. Then she hugged him. “How are you feeling?”

Klaus returned the smile and the hug. “A lot better. Still kinda sneezy, but even that’s dying down now. At least, compared to yesterday…”

Allison pulled away at that and immediately started sorting through the grocery bags. Klaus bit down on his lip.

“Allie, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to-- here, let me help you.”

They chatted idly as they put the groceries away, Klaus’ nose becoming more and more itchy by the second, until he had to turn away from the cabbage in his hands.

“Hhhih’etshyuU! Ikt’shiuu-nxgtchiuu!” he sneezed freely to the side.

“Yup, that’s getting washed again,” Allison joked, grabbing the cabbage out of his hands and rinsing it in the sink.

“Sorry.” Klaus smiled sheepishly, rubbing his nose on his sleeve. Another one of Diego’s hoodies, soiled. “Ugh, I hate wearing these stupid clothes.”

He pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, pulling his sweatpants up from where they threatened to slide further down his hips.

“Diego wouldn’t like to hear you call his clothing stupid. Besides, you need to keep warm. And comfortable, you don’t exactly own loungewear.”

“He doesn’t care about clothes,” Klaus whined, pulling his arms around his waist. “I don’t know… I just feel like, not me when I’m not in my clothes. Y’know?”

Allison came up behind him and rubbed his arm, kissing him on the cheek.

“I know.” She ruffled his hair before returning her focus to rinsing off vegetables. “Remember when dad made me straighten my hair that one time?”

Klaus cringed. “Oh god, you looked so bad. You looked like-”

“Like not me. I rumored him not to make me do it ever again.”

“You did?” Klaus giggled. “That’s so -hih’extshiew!- that’s so badass.”

He sorted through some more groceries, stopping when he came across a box of PopTarts, obviously bought with Five in mind. His stomach growled.

“Hey, can I have one of these? Diego made me eat soup for lunch again and I’m fucking starving.”

Allison flashed him a sad little smile and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Klaus. You need to get your eating schedule back on track. And besides, those are for Five.”

Klaus groaned. “What’s stopping me from grabbing one right now?”

He opened the box and tried to take one out. Allison grabbed the box from his hand.

“Come on!” He tried to grab the box from her, but she wouldn’t let up. And she was pretty strong, even without Klaus’ illness working to her advantage.

“Klaus, I can’t let you eat that right now. Just be patient and wait until dinner, okay?”

He pulled the box back from her. “I’m a grown-ass man, I can eat what I want!”

Their game of tug-of-war was cut short by a flash of blue light, which sent Allison shrieking and “dropping” the box, accidentally conceding it to Klaus, who stumbled backwards with it, yet clutched it for dear life.

“Thanks, Allie!” He went to open one.

“Hey!” Five grabbed the box from him with his left hand. “Don’t touch my food.”

“Is your name on them?” Klaus hissed, though the effect was more or less ruined by the hoarseness of his voice. His eyes zeroed in on the drink tray full of four Griddy’s to-go cups in Five’s right hand. “Hey, did you get me a coffee?” he asked, suddenly nice again. He could really go for some caffeine right now.

“No. I got everyone else coffees.” Five set the PopTarts and the drink tray on the counter, and handed one of the to-go cups to Klaus. “You get tea.”

Klaus huffed but nonetheless took the cup. He wasn’t gonna whine about it, it was nice enough for Five to get him anything.

“Hixt’shuu!” Klaus rubbed his nose, before sipping at his tea. "Who goes to Griddy's and doesn't get donuts? That should be illegal."

Five set his coffee down and grinned. “Who said we didn’t get-”

"Surprise!"

Klaus nearly spilled his tea. He turned around to see Luther standing behind him, holding up a Griddy’s box like it was a birthday cake. He set it down on the counter and opened it, proudly displaying a half-dozen donuts. Each of the (living) siblings' favorites.

Klaus’ stomach grumbled.

"Are you guys trying to torture me?" he whined. He looked at Allison with pleading eyes. "Can I have one, please? Please?"

Allison smiled at him. "Why do you think I told you not to eat the PopTart, dummy?"

Klaus grinned; yet another oscar-worthy performance from Allison.

Luther passed Klaus his signature donut: frosted and absolutely drenched in rainbow sprinkles. "We knew you'd be starving. After what Diego made you eat for lunch.”

Klaus looked down at his donut like it was the long lost love of his life. "Thanks, guys." He raised it to his lips, but hesitated once it was there. "Won't he be mad?"

Allison licked her lips and smiled. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." She booped Klaus on the nose.

In response, Klaus wriggled his nose and took a bite out of his donut. His eyelashes fluttered and Allison watched as Klaus hurried to chew and swallow his food. He was pressing his wrist up to his nostrils hard.

He finally finished swallowing. “hhh’hHHHRENXGHT! Oh, man-ihhhitschiew! kng’t!” He shook his head, as if that proved an effective way to dislodge the tickle.

“Bless you.”

Klaus grabbed a napkin out of the box and used it to blow his nose. He then disposed of it, washed his hands, and continued eating his donut. At least his taste-buds were working again.

He had just barely finished it when they heard Diego come in through the front doors. He was followed by a much quieter Vanya.

“You got donuts? You didn’t let Klaus have one did you?” Diego asked.

Allison shook her head, “We know what he needs right now, Diego. Not this junk.”

Klaus had to hold back a snicker. Diego gave him an odd look that Klaus played off as him having to sneeze.

“Okay. Vanya and I are gonna head out to do some errands in a few minutes. Do you losers think you can hold down the fort until I’m back?”

Five rolled his eyes. “The fort has been fine all day and the only person home was Klaus.”

“I want to come,” Klaus said. No one spoke. “On the errands. Really. I’m feeling better.” Diego didn’t looked convinced. “Also...I think I’m close to needing a refill for my inhaler so…”

At the mention of his inhaler, Diego grabbed for the keys. Klaus grinned and told Diego to wait a moment while he fetched his inhaler and put on some new old clothes of Diego’s.

He was wearing thin sweatpants and a crew neck sweatshirt. The sweatpants were grey and the sweatshirt was teal. Klaus liked it. He had felt so colorless lately.

He whipped his inhaler out of his pocket and tossed it to Diego who was going to be responsible for remembering to get it filled.

Diego checked the side of it. “This is nowhere near needing a refill.” Nonetheless, he pocketed it. “Better to be safe than sorry, though.”

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