#like babe can i infect your bloodstream with the very idea of me

[chaoticunderscore]

can the pretty redhead that's plaguing my every waking moment please tell me who they are

like I've literally never met you in my entire life why is your face the clearest thing I can possibly imagine and why am I kind of in love with you what

[myriadimagines]

Wholeheartedly

The Umbrella Academy One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Hargreeves

Other Characters: –

Warnings: panic attacks, drugs

Requester: anonymous

Request: “If it’s not too much to ask could you please write a Klaus (tua) one shot with an established relationship between him and either a male or gender neutral reader where he has panic attacks sometimes and something that really helps him calm down is the reader holding him and singing to him and it’s mainly just a very soft comfort fic (for a song two headed boy or king of carrot flowers by neutral milk hotel give me big sad Klaus vibes) Thank you! I love your writing!”

Word Count: 1,578

A/N: Thank you so much!!! For future reference, I do usually prefer a lot more detail for one shots, but I didn’t turn this down because I used the song and based the one shot around King of Carrot Flowers. I also probably completely misinterpreted the lyrics and I didn’t include the last stanza but, anyway, I hope you like it!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

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His trembling body startles you awake, glistening sweat on his bare skin illuminated by the pale moonlight glow that seeps through your thin curtains. His dark curls are plastered to his forehead, face dangerously pallid as he tosses and turns, entangling himself within your duvet as his flailing limbs beat against your chest. He whimpers out names, names you don’t recognize, but his voice is strained, face contorted in pain as he anguished cries become louder, eyes screwed shut as he shields his face with his arms, protecting himself from invisible enemies looming over him. 

You immediately sit up, eyes wide with panic as you grab your boyfriend’s shoulders, urging, “Klaus, wake up. Klaus!”

Klaus jolts awake, head snapping to the side as his eyes meet yours. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as Klaus lunges into your arms, burrowing his head into your chest as his breaths become short. You swear you can feel his heart pounding wildly against your own chest, and Klaus barely chokes out in a harsh whisper, “y/n, I- I can’t breathe-”

Klaus’ head spins as you hold him in your arms, rubbing your hands up and down his back in a feeble gesture to soothe him. His surroundings are tilted, feverishly spinning in an uncontrollable frenzy as he struggles to make sense of the world outside your sturdy arms. The darkness of your room feels suffocating, shadowing monsters creeping up the side of the bed with outstretched limbs trying to claw Klaus into the ground. 

You know it’s the withdrawal. You have been trying to convince Klaus to quit using, and his body violently purges itself from leftover substances coursing through his bloodstream. It pains you to see him struggle, to see him writhe in your arms and hear the low, animalist groans escaping his lips, yet you remind yourself that this is for the better. This will make him better.

But as Klaus hears the overwhelming voices of the dead returning, the voices he suppresses with each drug he takes, each substance he injects into his veins, he’s reminded why he dives into the seductive arms of alcohol and drugs in the first place.

The dead are unforgiving, Klaus learned from a young age. They are relentless, hysterical souls left unsatisfied as they attempt to talk to Klaus, attempt to use him as a gateway to the living. They never stop, never quiet down no matter how much Klaus begs them to, no matter how hard he tries to control them. And as they become louder, incomprehensible shrieking in his ears, it’s no longer the withdrawal that sends his heart into arrhythmia. 

You’ve learned to recognize when Klaus has a panic attack. It’s not his first, and unfortunately, it will not be his last. You feel helpless, unable to do anything but stay by your boyfriend’s side until his symptoms soothe, and hope that they don’t last for long.

“When you were young You were the king of carrot flowers”

Klaus can barely hearing your singing through the impenetrable voices of the dead and his own shaky breathing, but the sweet sound of your voice lingers in the background. Klaus screws his eyes shut, attempting to focus on it as he can feel your arms rocking him back and forth ever so slightly, your cheek pressed to the top of his head as you quietly sing to him. Klaus has always loved to hear you sing, after all.

He heard you sing for the first time on your first date. It was a picnic. A lighthearted, naive little activity that would bring the both of you endless joy whenever you remembered it. It was your idea, to enjoy the spring weather and glowing sunlight at the local park over sandwiches and lemonade. Klaus found it endearing, utterly adorable, and he didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so instantly. He had rested his head in your lap, looking up at your smiling face as you braided wildflowers into his curls. The sun hung overhead, shining a golden halo around your head. The two of you always joked you were the Kings of the park, two boys in love with flowers in your hair.

If Klaus tried to focus hard enough, he could almost taste the lemonade on your lips when you kissed in that very park for the first time.

“And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet”

Klaus’ childhood was miserable. Miserable wasn’t even an ample word to describe it. But how do you describe a childhood spent locked in a tomb, spent living with the cries of ghosts more than with people with beating hearts? A childhood living as a number rather than a name, a childhood spent being exploited for his powers? 

Most days, Klaus couldn’t tell whether he was listening to the screams of his dead, or his own screams.

As he grew older, as he eventually moved out and began trying to make a life of his own, Klaus locked himself away in his own tower protecting himself from the dead, where he was guarded by little tablets that transported him into a reality much better than the true one. Everything else fell around him, unable to reach him in his private fantasy, unable to drag him down back to the ugliness of the real world.

You were the first person he let into his secluded kingdom, and it was the one decision in life he never regretted.

“And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor As we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for”

The infamous Hargreeves Mansion was home to seven seemingly perfect children, cared for by a perfect blonde housewife complete with pastel outfits and an almost permanent smile. Grace was a sanctuary, the only warmth and comfort that the massive house could provide while Sir Reginald Hargreeves infected every room with coldness and cruelty. The two were polar opposites, and Klaus always wondered who was truly the robot amongst the two. You would always listen to the stories Klaus told you, the secrets hidden behind the heavy doors, while laying in bed with your hands intertwined and kisses pressed against flushed skin. He would tell you about his childhood while the two of you memorized every detail of each other’s bodies, fingers traced over collarbones and jawlines, sinking into the murky depths of eyes and becoming intoxicated by smiles. 

As Klaus’ heartbeat began to steady, as the world suddenly begins to grant him peace as the voices start to fade into yours, Klaus remembers how he told you one night that your arms are his new home now, how your arms feel so much more cozy and welcoming than the mansion ever was. 

“And this is the room One afternoon I knew I could love you And from above you how I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go”

It was in the very room that the two of you are in now, your bedroom, that you and Klaus had told each other that you loved one another for the first time. It was a moment of unexpected tenderness, given the events that had unfolded before.

Klaus didn’t explain anything to you. He didn’t need to. He had never been open about his addiction, a problem he refused to address as a problem until he met you. He feared your reaction, feared you would leave him and his only shot at love would be ruined. But he wordlessly handed you the plastic bag, crinkled around little white pills nestled at the bottom. He was too afraid to meet your eyes, too afraid to see the disappointment and anger he had seen so many times before from his siblings.

You tossed the bag aside, cupping Klaus’ face in your hands as you lifted his chin up to face you fully. Your smile was kind, a reassuring smile that brought a small smile onto Klaus’ own face. “You can get help for this Klaus, you can overcome this. We can overcome this. I want to be there for you Klaus, because I love you.”

Klaus’ expression softened. “You love me?”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t stammer out a nervous excuse or try to retract your words. Tears filled Klaus eyes as you nodded, smiling growing as you repeated. “Yes. I love you.”

Klaus sank into your arms, overcome with emotions as a sob rose in his throat. You held him close to you, smiling into his hair as he clung to you. You had seen the ugliest part of him, had seen the part of him no one else dared touch, yet you still fell for him, still insisted on fighting for him and loving him wholeheartedly.

“I love you, y/n.” Klaus manages to say, his memories merging with the present as he looks up at you, tears glistening in his eyes. You lean down, kissing him urgently, passionately, pulling him close to you as he finally finds the strength to kiss you back. His body feels like his own again, his mind no longer lost amongst the darkness, and as the two of you pull away and he sees your smiling face, Klaus thinks that he’ll never see anything more beautiful.

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