The Umbrella Academy Imagines and Preferences

The first time you cry in front of them

Luther: You had come home after a stressful day of work. Your boss had treated you like garbage, and you looked like you could burst into tears at any moment. You walked past Klaus and Viktor, who were relaxing in the living room, and ran up to your room. You opened the window and tried to forget about what happened, but the stern words from your boss circulated inside your head, eventually causing you to cry.

You heard the door open, and you looked over to see Luther standing in the doorframe with a look of worry on his face. "Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked. You quickly wiped the tears away, hoping that he wouldn't notice them falling down your cheeks. "It's nothing," you lied. He slowly walked towards you and sat down next to you on the bed.

"Come on. I can tell when your not yourself. Please talk to me," he whispered. He looked at you with kind and caring eyes, and you knew that you could trust him with what happened. You explained everything that happened, and by the time you finished your explanation, Luther had a shocked look on his face. "Nobody should ever talk to you like that. Do you want me to do something about it?" he asked. You smiled slightly and shook your head, not wanting the relationship with your boss to become even rockier.

Diego: Diego had been spending a lot of time outside of the house at night, but he never told you what he would be doing. He only told you that he was going out and that he would be back before midnight. One night, he went out, and he didn't return home, and you started to grow worried that something had happened to him. As you were about to walk out the door to search for him, you felt your phone ring in your pocket, and when you saw the Caller ID, it was Detective Patch.

"Hello?" you answered. "Hi, is this Y/n L/n?" Patch asked. You told her that it was you, and she said that she needed you to come down to the police station because Diego had gotten into some trouble. You started to panic and drove as fast as you could to the station and saw that Diego was in a small cell. "Diego, what did you do?" you asked, wrapping your hands around the bars of the cell. "It's work," he answered. You asked him what kind of work, but he just stayed silent. This made you a little angry.

"Do you know how worried I was when you didn't come home? I thought you had been murdered! I don't want you to put yourself in harm's way!" You said, on the verge of tears. Diego started to look a little remorseful, and it pained him to see you crying. "Alright, Diego. You're free to go, but if you mess with my investigations again, you'll be going to prison," Patch warned him as she opened the cell door, and you flew into Diego's arms.

Allison: You knew that making a movie wouldn't be easy, but having to do so many retakes of one scene you thought was okay was getting on your nerves. And on the fiftieth take, you were on the verge of tears, and you had gotten choked up when you had to say your line. "CUT! Take a ten-minute break, everyone!" the director shouted. Mortified, you ran to your dressing room and cried in front of your mirror, watching black lines of mascara stream down your face. Then, a knock fell upon the door, and you looked over to see Allison poking her head into the room.

"Are you okay?" she asked, pulling up a seat and sitting next to you. "I'm fine, just really frustrated. I'm not used to having to do so many takes," you answered, wiping away the black lines. Allison gently placed a hand on your shoulder blade and gently shushed you as you cried harder. "It's okay. I know it's hard. But, you can do this," she smiled. Those words of encouragement were all you needed, and you started to smile. "Thanks Allison, I really needed that,"

Klaus: After you had gotten clean after a year of drug abuse, you slipped into a major depression, and you were worried that this was going to send you spiraling back into using drugs. Klaus was going through the same, but he went through hallucinations of ghosts as well. You were sitting on your bed watching a movie with him, and out of nowhere, you starting crying, making Klaus look over at you with a look of concern.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked, wrapping an arm around you. When you and Klaus were trying to get sober, you made a promise to one another to be open and honest to one another. So, you stayed true to that promise and told him about your fears. "Listen to me, I know it's hard to stay sober. I should know because I've struggled with it too. But, anyway, this isn't about me, it's about you. What I'm trying to say is, things will get better. It may take a while, but I promise you we can get through this together," he smiled.

That damn smile hit your heart like a meteor, and you couldn't help but smile back at him as you snuggled deeper into his chest.

Five: Five had recently come back from the future and told you and his siblings about the incoming apocalypse. Everyone was terrified, including you. While the others handled it maturely, you ran up to a random room and slammed the door, throwing yourself on the bed and crying. You didn't want to die, you had so many plans for the future, and an apocalypse would destroy everything.

You heard a loud noise, and you looked up through your tear-filled eyes to see Five leaning against the wall staring at you. "Have you come here to stare at me?" you sniffled. He shook his head and sat down next to you and told you that you guys had to work together to stop this apocalypse. "But Five, I'm scared. I have so many things I want to do with my life. I don't want to die!" you said, crying harder. Five was never good at consoling people when they cried, but he wanted to help you calm down, so he put his arms around you and let you cry into his chest.

"Don't worry. We're going to make it through this," he whispered. 

Ben: You had recently gotten out of a relationship with a guy you thought loved you, but after you found out that he had been cheating on you with your best friend, you ended things and walked out with a suitcase, having no idea where you could go. Your parents lived on the other side of the country, and the few friends you did have you weren't on speaking terms with.

Then, you knew that there was one person who you were on speaking terms with, and that was Ben. You picked your phone and called him, asking if he could pick you up and if you could stay at his place for a few days. He arrived a short time later and took you to his small apartment, and got things set up for you. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked. The moment you thought about what had happened with your ex, you burst into tears, and you felt Ben immediately wrap his arms around you.

"M-my ex c-ch-cheated on me with my b-best f-fr-friend," you stuttered. His grip on you became slightly tighter, and he ran his fingers through your hair as he told you that everything was going to be okay.

Viktor: You woke up later than you usually did because you had spent all night practicing, and you went to bed around 3:00 in the morning and woke up around 11:30. When you saw the time, you realized that you were late for rehearsal and you took a taxi there, but by the time you got there, everyone was already packing up their instruments and going home. "Late again, Ms. L/n?" the instructor sighed.

The other members of the orchestra started laughing at you, and you ran towards the bathroom and cried. After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door open, and you were worried that some of the girls were going to continue laughing at you, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw that it was Viktor, one of the quietest members. "Please don't tell me you're going to continue laughing at me," you said as you washed your face in the sink. "No, I'm not going to do that. I know he can be a pain. He's yelled at me a few times before," he answered.

"Really?" you asked. He nodded slightly and opened his arms for a hug. You looked over at him and moved closer, accepting the invitation for that hug. "It'll be okay, just let it out," Viktor said as you continue to cry into his chest.