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Safe House

Summary: it's been a long time since Dmitri has been with a woman. too long. (also oh noooo there's only one bed for them what ever are they going to do??)

Pairing: Dmitri (Enzo) Antonov x Afab!Reader (with nicknames "princess" and "angel")

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: smutty smut smut. reader embarrasses herself bc of course she does, oral (m and f receiving), p in v penetration, creampie, cursing, fluff

MINORS DNI

A/N: is this plot absolutely ridiculous? ...yes and what about it? also for the sake of plot Enzo's son does not exist in this fic thank u very much. russian translations at bottom of fic!

feedback gives me life!

You couldn't wait to take a shower.

After almost a full day of traveling in the snow and trying to keep warm on the way to one of Yuri's "many safe houses," you were exhausted, sore, and above all, freezing. A hot shower had been the only thing on your mind since the moment you all escaped the Russian prison.

Well, maybe not the only thing.

Okay, so you'd also been thinking about Dmitri since the second you laid eyes on him. He was unbearably good looking, kind, and he had an air of mystery about him that you just couldn't shake.

When you, Joyce and Murray finally reunited with Hopper, you'd initially been too consumed with Joyce and Hopper's tearful greeting to notice the quiet man behind Hop. But when you did notice him, his blue eyes met yours and he gave you a small smile and a nod, and your stomach fluttered. You knew then--you were screwed.

And apparently, Murray knew it too, which is why you now found yourself sharing a room and a bed with Dmitri in Yuri's safe house.

Shaking the snow off your boots as you walked into the log cabin, the first thing you noticed was the instant relief from the slight increase in temperature. The second thing you noticed was how small the cabin was for the lot of you. The kitchen and living room blended into one, and while there were three small separate bedrooms with very tiny adjoining bathrooms, there were only two beds and two small couches. And 6 of you.

"Uh, Yuri, not that I'm not grateful for a place to stay but...where are all of us going to sleep?" Joyce questioned gently as she took a look around.

Yuri laughed loudly. "Ah, you don't want to cuddle up with your fellow Americans?"

"I know I don't want to cuddle up with my 'fellow Americans'," Murray said. "I'm taking a couch."

You watched Joyce and Hopper whisper for a moment before Hop spoke up. "We'll share a bed."

"I will take the second bed, since I am such a generous host and brought all of you here. It is the least I deserve," Yuri exclaimed with a knowing grin. He loved to see how far he could push everyone's buttons.

"Yeah, uh, no," you protested. "That would leave me and Dmitri with one couch. There's no way we would both fit." Your cheeks heated up at the thought of you and your new handsome Russian friend squeezing together on one small couch.

You didn't see it, but Murray caught the blush on your cheeks. His eyes narrowed, flitting between you and Dmitri before a smirk graced his face. It was time once again for him to play matchmaker. "Then it's settled! Y/N and Enzo will share a bed. Yuri, you're on a couch."

You had opened your mouth to protest, but it was too late. Everyone retreated to their respective bedrooms, leaving you and Dmitri in a whole lot of awkward silence. Your fingers began to fidget, searching for something to say as you avoided his eyes. It's not that you didn't want to share a bed with him, oh no, it was actually the opposite. You really wanted to share a bed with him. But god, were you nervous.

Dmitri suddenly cleared his throat, getting you to look up. He looked almost...nervous? "Ah, I apologize. If you're uncomfortable sharing a bed I am more than happy to sleep on the floor. I've...gotten used to it anyways."

Your heart broke at that. You couldn't imagine the conditions he'd had to endure before your rescue mission. There's no way you'd let him sleep on the floor. "Dmitri--"

"You can call me Enzo," he interrupted quietly, giving you a small smile.

"Enzo," you repeated, returning his smile. "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor. It's really okay, I promise. I'm comfortable sharing a bed as long as you're comfortable."

The adorable little smile stayed on his face as he nodded. "I'm comfortable."

Ignoring the way your heart raced at the thought of sharing such an intimate space with him, you nodded, biting your lip. "Alright then. It's settled."

Which brought you to now. Finally, shower time. Enzo had just finished showering before you, and you inwardly shamed yourself at the disappointment you felt at not getting to see him in a towel.

Peeling your damp, frigid clothes off, you sighed in relief as the steamy, hot air from the shower hit your skin. This is what you'd been looking forward to all day. This, and getting into some comfortable pajamas afterward. You showered relatively quickly as you worried you'd run out of hot water, and you felt loads better. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in an old, thready towel and looked for your change of clothes.

And that's when you realized--you forgot to grab your change of clothes.

"Damn it," you muttered to yourself. You had no choice; you'd have to go out in a towel in front of Enzo.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door and peeked out. "Um, Enzo?"

Enzo was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at an old book when he turned to you, and he swallowed hard at the sight of you in nothing but a thin piece of fabric. "Is everything alright?"

Feeling a bit more confident from his reaction, you took a step past the threshold of the bathroom. "I think I left--ah!" As soon as you took a step forward, a loose thread in your towel caught on the door hinge and caused you to trip...and completely lose your grip on your towel. "Shit!" Before you had time to react, your towel was on the ground and you were completely naked, still dripping wet, in front of Enzo. As soon as it hit the floor you scooped it right back up and tried to cover yourself. This is so not how you wanted tonight to go. "I am so sorry."

Your eyes were glued to the floor, too embarrassed to meet his eyes, until you heard him chuckle. "It's alright, ангел. It has been...a long time since I have seen a beautiful woman's body. I would never complain of such a thing."

You swallowed thickly at the insinuation behind his words, your heart rate increasing by the second. You bit your lip, smirking. "So, you think I'm beautiful, huh?"

Enzo's grin grew, and your stomach fluttered. "I do have eyes, no?"

You laughed, and Enzo loved the sound. The two of you remained in silence for a few moments as you stared at one another with a fire in your eyes, and this time the silence wasn't awkward. This time, the air was different, thick with tension. He rubbed his palms on his thighs, and the dark, heated look in his eyes had you feeling bolder. "So how long has it been since you've...seen a woman's body?"

Enzo stood up then, eyes trained on yours as he slowly began making his way towards you. Your stomach was somersaulting the closer he got. "Much, much too long."

He was right in front of you now, so tall, and with the tightness of his sleep shirt you could see he was all soft muscle. You craned your neck up to look at him, a low heat spreading between your legs at the look on his face. He looked...predatory.

"That--that's a shame," you said quietly, voice failing you at his closeness. "Maybe I could help you out with that."

"Yes," he mumbled, voice somehow several octaves lower than it had been mere moments ago. He lifted two fingers and ran them softly, slowly down your bare arm, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. "Yes, I think you can."

Enzo's eyes searched yours, waiting silently for your consent, and you nodded.

His large hands replaced your small ones that had been barely holding onto your towel. He let the flimsy cloth fall to the ground, and you were bare before him. "Боже мой, ты прекрасна," he mumbled, his eyes glued to your form. His hands went to your breasts first, palms squeezing as his thumbs swiped over your nipples. Your eyes fell shut at the sensation, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Truth be told it had been a long time for you, too, and you were practically vibrating with desire.

He leaned into you then, nose gently nudging yours. "Can I kiss you, ангел?"

"Please," you said, voice pleading.

His plush lips met yours instantly in a heated kiss that sent tingles all the way down to your toes. Your fingers buried themselves in his messy, damp hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him. Both of you groaned into the kiss as your bare pussy rubbed perfectly against the tent in his pants, the friction exactly what you craved. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so needy; your body was on fire from his touch, like you couldn't get enough despite the fact that you'd barely just gotten started. You wanted him in as many ways as you could have him, and from the way he was gripping you, like he was afraid that you'd disappear if he were to let go, he must have felt the same.

"I need to taste you," he mumbled against your lips. He knelt down before you then, his hands sliding down your body as he went. His knees hit the ground, and he looked like a man about to go to worship. Your chest was damn near heaving with anticipation as his mouth hovered over your now-soaked pussy, but you didn't dare move. This was a man who needed to take his time, who needed to drink you like you were his life source. You were completely, willingly at his mercy.

He leaned into you and began pressing tender kisses all along your inner thighs and right next to where you needed him most. "Beautiful," he muttered, almost to himself. And then he dove in, his hot tongue licking a long stripe through your dripping folds. Your knees almost buckled at the sensation, and he gripped your ass and shoved you even closer to him.

"Enzo," you panted, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

His tongue was relentless, licking and lapping at your pussy like a man starved. At the frenzied rate he was going it wouldn't be long before you came, and all you knew was that you didn't want him to stop. Your hips bucked forward in a desperate attempt to somehow bring him closer, and that's when he shoved his long tongue inside you, curling upward.

"God, Enzo, yeah, just like that," you praised, the coil inside your belly suddenly winding tighter and tighter.

Enzo let out a long, approving groan as you began riding his face in a desperate chase towards your high, and as soon as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, you were brought over the edge into one of the best orgasms you'd ever had.

You chanted his name as you came down, hips quivering from your orgasm as his tongue worked you through it until you squirmed against him from oversensitivity. Your hands went to either side of his face and pulled him up to you before kissing him hard, your tongue sliding against his.

"You taste divine, ангел," he mumbled against your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing needy kisses to every inch of his skin there. "Need you to fuck me, Enzo."

He smirked, his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass and pull you against his thick cock straining against his pants. "Oh? You need me to fuck you, princess?"

You moaned, burying your face in his neck. "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

You squealed in surprise as he bent down and gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up into his arms. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, walking you over to the bed and gently laying you down before joining you. He undressed before you quickly, not missing the way you eyed him hungrily and pressed your thighs together at the sight. He looked like a god.

You sat up on your knees and straddled him immediately, surprising him when you gripped his throbbing cock, now heavy in your hand. He let out a choked groan, eyes shutting tight and head falling back as you began stroking him. His red tip was leaking freely now, and you couldn't resist leaning down and licking him greedily.

"блять," he groaned as he watched you suck and lick at him, his hands gently moving your hair out of your face.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked hard several times before taking him all the way, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Ignoring your gag reflex you continued the motion, mouth bobbing up and down on him and reveling in the delicious sounds he was making.

"блять, ангел," he grunted, his hands cupping your cheeks to gently pull you off of him. "If you keep doing that I will finish before we've started."

You grinned wickedly, pulling him in for a kiss before hovering your hips over him, your heart beating wildly in your chest with anticipation as you lined your entrance up with his cock. He watched you in wonder, his hands sliding all over your body, desperate to touch as much of you as he could. And then you sank down onto him, both of your mouths falling open at the blissful feeling of him stretching you perfectly. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out, and his hand was quick to cover your mouth.

He quirked a brow at you. "Don't want your 'fellow Americans' to hear what we're getting up to, do we?" You shook your head, eyes wide and innocent. "Will you be able to keep quiet, ангел?" You shook your head again, and he grinned. "I will just have to make you stay quiet, then."

He moved the hand covering your mouth and instead put two fingers inside your mouth, and you groaned around them as he bucked his hips up into you, his cock hitting you deep. "That's it, ангел," he cooed, continuing to fuck up into you as you sucked on his fingers. He set up an easy rhythm and you began meeting his thrusts, driving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you thought you were going to see stars. "Look at you," he grunted as he began picking up his pace, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. "You take my cock so well. Like it was made for you."

You whined around his fingers, matching his quick and deep thrusts as the familiar heat began to build inside you once more. He bit his lip as he watched you ride him, your tits bouncing with every thrust, drool building around his fingers. Your eyes practically rolled back into your head when he started driving faster and faster into you. You couldn't keep up with his pace anymore, completely at his mercy as he fucked you with abandon.

Enzo groaned low, his hips starting to stutter as he neared his release. "You want me to come inside you, ангел? Want me to fill you up so good you feel me for days?"

You nodded desperately, tears stinging your eyes as you got closer and closer to your release. The blissed out look on his face was almost your undoing, but you held on for him.

"Come, princess, I want to feel it," he groaned, his thumb pressing into your clit.

You cried out against his fingers, the dam inside you finally breaking as you shook around him. Drool fell from your chin as tears slid down your cheeks from the intensity of it, and that was Enzo's undoing. He grunted something in Russian that you didn't understand before spilling inside you, his chest heaving.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you both caught your breath, and you collapsed onto his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

"You are incredible," he spoke softly, his fingers gently moving a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the action making your heart flutter.

You looked up at him and shared a sweet smile, kissing him gently. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you."

Enzo laughed loudly, and the delightful sound had you chuckling with him. His smile, his laugh, everything about him was so wonderfully infectious. "All you had to do was ask, ангел," he teased.

You grinned, laying your head back down on his bare chest. A few moments of comfortable silence went by, and you couldn't hold back any more. You cleared your throat. "So, when we go to America...are you staying here?" Your fingers traced nonsensical patterns onto his chest as you awaited his answer, the rhythmic movements of his breathing calming you.

He sighed. "I...do not know. I believe there is nothing here for me anymore."

You looked up at him, and you saw the worry, the trauma, the sadness in his eyes. "Come with us then." He turned his head to look down at you, his eyes questioning, so you continued. "I mean...maybe there is something in America for you?" You looked hopeful, eyes pleading with him to understand what you were really saying so you didn't have to say it out loud.

His face softened, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb rubbed against your skin affectionately.

"Yes, ангел, I think there is something in America for me."

Enzo was beginning to realize then that it didn't matter where he would go as long as you were there; you were his safe house.

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ангел - angel

Боже мой, ты прекрасна - my god, you are beautiful

блять - fuck

блять, ангел - fuck, angel

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ast3ryne · 2 years

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I posted like half a minute ago but I just realized I hit 100 followers holy shit

#you’re all degenerates #i know why you’re here #still thank you

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this is officially my second request : prompt #128 or 16 with sparrow ben <33 thankss

Drunken Words

Pairing: sparrow!ben x umbrella!reader

Warnings: None really, just smut and drinking ig

Word Count: 761

Summary: Ben and Y/N get drunk and make some questionable decisions, then they decide to embrace it the morning after.

A/N: I wrote this on a 10+ hour flight because I got horny halfway through, so enjoy. Also reader has a vagina, gender neutral pronouns still.

Luther’s wedding was chaotic, and you expected no less of it. There were a great many highlights to the night if you were being honest, but the one that took the cake had to be Ben and Five’s drunken rambles. Or at least that’s what you would’ve said had it not been for Ben’s insistence on sticking by your side and coaxing you to drink with him, for some reason.

“I already told you I’m too much a lightweight to just drink whenever I feel like it.” You repeated as you chose one of the newly vacant hotel rooms, Ben directly behind you.

“That’s unfortunate, but more for meee.” He tried to take another swig but you snatched the bottle out of his hand, groaning.

“You’ve clearly had far too much, come here,” You didn’t wait for his response as you pushed him into one of the two beds in the room. Much to your dismay, and his pleasure, he grabbed your arm and pulled you so that you were on top of him, knees split by his leg in between them.

Ben seemed all too amused by this, tilting his head with a sly grin as he stared at your face, examining it in a way that almost made you uncomfortable.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re pretty.”

You blinked, mouth opening to respond and closing again several times. That was until you realized his fingers were creeping to your hand that held the bottle, and you rolled your eyes.

“And, you’re drunk.”

You sat up, holding the bottle up to your head and downing it’s remains before tossing it to the side. “There, there’s nothing for you to get, now sleep.”

“Can you sleep with me?” He asked, an unfamiliar tone slipping into his voice. He even threw the blankets aside and made room for you by the window. Just as you were about to say no he gave you that look again, the same look he gave you before, and suddenly sleeping with him didn’t seem too bad.

So you slipped into the bed, pulling the blankets up and facing him, so you don’t have to face the fact the world is imploding right outside that window.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You don’t remember what happened after that, but waking up now you prayed to whatever deity that was listening it wasn’t anything bad. Because it sure as hell felt like it was something bad when you woke up to Ben’s bare chest against you, his arms circled fully around your hips and holding them in place, and perhaps the most alarming, neither of you were wearing pants.

“You fainted straight into my arms,” His voice was groggy and vibrated in the most annoying delightful way, “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

That didn’t sound right. But when you tried to remember what actually happened his fingers squeezed into your hips, slowly trailing down to your thigh and pulling your leg on top of his own hip.

Or maybe not. What did you do last night. “Would you mind…recounting for me?”

He chuckled, and it resounded right through your body.

“I don’t actually know, but one can only guess from these.” He pulled the blanket off, and looking closer you realized just how many hickeys were littered on his chest, his neck, not to mention the scratches.

You blinked, hard. Dear god did you fuck him? You wouldn’t be surprised, he was hot. But Jesus Christ. You’re never drinking again, if not for the fact that the world was ending soon then for the fact that you’d prefer to remember it if you slept with Ben again.

Though now that if was looking like when with the way you felt him harden between your legs, finger tracing circles on your thigh and lookin at you so…

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you’d practically latched onto each other. Mouths moving against each other desperately. His hips grinding upwards as he pressed himself into the wetness that pooled in your underwear. You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, the noise shocking your nearly as much as it did him.

Ben rolled the two of you over, shifting you onto his lap and keeping his hands planted on your hips as you kept grinding, his boxers growing damper with every movement.

“Fucking tease.”

“I dunno, you seem to enjoy it.” You retorted, staring down at him.

“Not as much as you’re going to.”

#ben hargreeves #tua #ben hargreeves x reader #the sparrow academy #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #ben hargreeves smut #request #umbrella!reader #sparrow!ben #requests

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ast3ryne · 2 years

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You know, it’s recently come to my attention that people here most likely think I’m a woman, I am not. I am however I transman so that’s a thing, so do with that info what you will.

#only saying this because it came to mind #also I followed a bunch of mlm accs lately because that’s what I am and I realized how that looks

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ast3ryne · 2 years

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nothing better than an oh moment in a fic like gimme that shit i can't get enough

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ast3ryne · 2 years

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hi! I'd like to request prompt #9 "you need to wake up because I can't do this without you" for eddie from st :) thank you and have a nice day

Passing the Mantle

Pairing: eddie munson x reader

Warnings: Death. Very death centered, angst

Word Count: 622

Summary: Eddie “The Freak” Munson decided not to run, and now you have to say goodbye.

A/N: literally just finished the last episode before writing this, I’m in so much pain rn.

When Dustin ran after Eddie he’d told you to stay in the trailer, as if you would actually listen to him. As if you’d just sit there knowing Eddie was having a lapse in judgement at the worst time possible.

No. You ran right after him, after carefully making your way back into the upside down that is. Dustin’s leg was fucked up, and if you weren’t careful that would be both of you would have to help Eddie back on jacked up legs.

The bats were gone, and you couldn’t tell why until you ran closer, their bodies littering the ground as you drew near, and even worse flesh. Small chunks of it leading to the center of all of their corpses. That was when you saw them, saw Dustin holding him, weeping. You ran to them as fast as your feet could take you, almost collapsing when you got to them.

“I-I tried to…he…” Dustin started, stuttering and sniffling as he spoke. He didn’t need to say anything. There it was, Eddie’s body laid before you clear as day. You felt like a knife had been forced into your chest, like there simply wasn’t enough air for you to breathe as your throat closed. Everything was too loud and too quiet all at once, the world around you feeling unreal.

It had to be unreal. Eddie wasn’t dead. There was no way Eddie was dead. Because just a few hours ago he’d promised to take you with him when his band goes on tour, he promised to teach you how to play guitar and have you play alongside him. He swore up and down that when this was all over he’d try harder to graduate this year. Eddie simply wasn’t dead. Not him. Anyone but him. You leaned in close, pressing your forehead against his.

“Hey, quite joking Ed. You need to wake up, because I can’t do this without you.” Your heart pounded against your chest and your voice came out strained and unfamiliar to your own ears.

“You can’t just- you seriously aren’t- this…” You tried to speak, to say something that would make this nightmare end but words failed you. You closed your eyes as they started to water, as the tears started flowing because how on earth did Eddie expect you to do anything without him? You could barely go a day without talking to him, and now he was just gone.

Dustin’s hand brushed you back and you took a sharp inhale, remembering that he was there. That the world wasn’t over. That everything was still moving around you even if the light in the center of it all was gone. You didn’t want to go back to the real world, but you and Dustin couldn’t stay there. He needed his leg treated, and you needed an excuse to run from all of this.

“We have to go.” Your voice came out shaky, hands still squeezing Eddie’s face as Dustin held him.

“We can’t just…leave him. He deserves better.” Dustin sobbed, and you felt like the knife in your heart had been twisted, cutting deeper.

You pulled away from Eddie’s face did your best to compose your own cries,

“I can’t help you back and…” you trailed off. But Dustin seemed to understand what you meant, his own fingers squeezing Eddie’s.

“He told me to-to tell you that it was your turn in the spotlight. That he was passing his guitar onto you…”

You shook your head, pushing yourself onto your feet and forcing yourself not to sob, you needed to get Dustin-and yourself-out of there. Because if you stuck around any longer you weren’t going to let yourself leave, you could feel it.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #I’m so sorry dustin #angst #pain #stranger things season four #request #stranger things imagine

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I have never requested something but I think you are writing is so good!

Would you do prompt 2 “wait a minute, are you jealous?” with sparrow!Ben Hargreeves, thank you <3

Familiar

Pairing: sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Word Count: 762

Summary: Ben says just what’s on his mind, after getting drunk, right before the end of life as you know it.

A/N: I don’t even typically write anything close to angst, so this is fun. Reader is, as I tend to lean towards and prefer, neutral.

With the end of life as you know it rapidly approaching, what better way to spend it than getting shitfaced with your favorite brother before, during, and after a wedding. Or better yet, your favorite brother and your dead brother’s doppelgänger who’s honestly a dick.

You were all upstairs, trying to play pool in your drunken states and being far too giggly for your own good.

“That’s another point for me-“ Klaus held up his pool cue with one hand as he dramatically bowed “-and better yet another shot.” You watched as he grabbed for his bottle, and realizing it was empty he threw it to the side.

“I’ll be back kids, don’t do anything I would do.”

With that he stumbled his way through the staircase, slowly but surely descending.

You walked over to where Ben was sitting, flopping down beside him with a sigh. “God I love him.”

Ben tensed beside you, eyes watching you carefully as you laid your head back against the cushions.

“I don’t get why, I mean sure you all grew up together but he’s so…”

“Mental?” You finished, laughing a bit. “It’s a part of his charm.”

“Nothing charming about that.” He grumbled, and you could feel him fold his arms beside you.

To that you glanced at him. “Everyone has their own charm, Ben. I mean take our Ben for example, he was-“

“Amazing, spectacular, superb, apparently superior to me in every way possible, which in itself is impossible.” The words spilled out of his mouth far too easily for them to not have been on his mind. You snorted, clearly drunk Ben was an oversharer. “I was going to say a dickhead, the sweetest most caring-“

Ben let out a loud exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake he couldn’t have been that great.”

“Oh but he was. He was all that and…” You trailed off, looking him in the face and realizing just how annoyed he really was. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”

Ben’s eyes brows furrowed as he huffed. “What? No. Why would I be jealous of him, he’s dead. I’m not. It’s just…” He held his face in his hands now, breathing unevenly.

“It’s just…what?”

“Did you know we had you? Well, a different you, our own Y/N years ago.”

No, you didn’t know that. Is that why Sloane was so eager to befriend you from the get go? Or why the other sparrows had all looked at you that way when you first appeared, Jesus.

Ben shook his head and continued. “Well we did, and you’re so much like them, but at the same time you’re nothing like them. It’s scary, watching you with the umbrella’s and knowing that could’ve been us, could’ve been me next to you,” Finally, he looked up, and you could see his eyes tearing up. The way he watched you in both awe and grieving, you could see everything he’d been hiding for the last few days.

“I just miss you so much when you’re with them, so much that it hurts.” His fingers brushed your cheek shakily, like he didn’t know what to do, like he was scared of what he might do.

“Were we close?” You said almost breathlessly, watching as he stared at you, taking in every little feature of yours.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

And with that he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the alcohol in his breath but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care. Not when he was pulling you into him, holding you like you were going to disappear the second his grip slipped. Kissing you in a way that told you everything he felt, every emotion he’d left unsaid over the years, every feeling and sensation overwhelmed the two of you, but neither of you wanted to pull away.

It hurt. It hurt your heart as he grasped onto you desperately, hurt your head when you realized just how tangled you’d become with each other, you burned for each other.

When you finally pulled apart you didn’t pull away, and neither did he. You just sat in silence, terrified that the slightest of moves would make the other disappear and you’d be alone again.

“Holy shit.”

And just like that the two of your heads snapped to Klaus, standing beside the pool table and holding two more bottles, you pulled yourselves apart just as quickly as you’d settled into the position, you could still feel the goosebumps on your arms as you held them against yourself.

Holy shit indeed.

#ben hargreeves #tua #ben hargreeves x reader #the sparrow academy #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #sparrow!ben #slight angst #idek if this is good

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