#ben hargreeves x gender neutral reader

[g4ythur]

Ben Hargreeves x gn!reader

pairing: Ben Hargreeves x gender neutral reader

warnings: fluff

notes: English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any stupid mistakes :')

summary: You really wanted to ignore the very handsome ghost that followed you through your life, before he said something that you just couldn't ignore. (I suck at summaries)

Part one? I don't know

You had a very lonely life. You didn't have many friends, at least not many that lived in the same country and you weren't really on speaking terms with your family. It would have been a very quiet life, if not for the person that was always by your side. 

"I wish we could talk properly, you know? It's sad to never get an answer." You were on your way to your apartment. Any person that crossed your way would think you were alone, but the ghost that followed you on every step wasn't going to leave you in your miserable silence. He grew on you. He always kept you company, always talked about random stuff he had on his mind and honestly, it was comforting in a way. It wasn't often that the silence that followed you was broken through a voice.

You also got to know many things from him. Besides childhood stories and very weird stuff you couldn't even completely recall, you got to know his name, his siblings names and much information about his brother Klaus. Ben loved his brother very much, even if he had never admitted it out loud to you. Siblings didn't do that normally, almost never if you were precise. They just knew they were loved - or they knew they weren't, if their siblings weren't the nicest. There was a thin line between love and hate and siblings just knew most of the time on which side they were on. 

"Klaus got even more annoying than before, you know? He just won't shut up about this new power thing he got. We didn't even notice, but I was so mad that I punched him in the face. What he deserved by the way," he justified quickly, "And now he is mad at me for disappearing the whole time." He sighed as you both reached your apartment. You weren't sure why he was so sad every time you entered your home. The thing was he never followed you inside, something very many ghosts did and it was more than uncomfortable for you every time you saw people in your bedroom or living room. He was respectful and you thought it was really adorable.

You began to search for your keys, while Ben slid down the wall and sat down next to your door. He watched as you fumbled in your pockets, before you loudly groaned and put your bag on the ground. You hated it that you always forget where you put your things. The ghost chuckled quietly at that and hugged his knees to his chest.

"You should always put them in one place so you don't lose them all the time." You surpressed the urge to respond to him and hid the small smile that made its way on your face. It was hard to ignore him. At first you did it because you weren't sure how he ticked. Many ghosts were real idiots and you just hated the way they tried to force themselves on you, but Ben wasn't like that. He tried so hard to not bother you in any way and only talked about things you would be comfortable with - if you could hear them. There existed many ghosts that could learn from him. You searched through your bag, until you finally held your keys in your hands.

"I wish you could hear me. If I was alive, maybe we would even be friends. I mean talking to you is like a break from Klaus anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter." He watched as you unlocked your door and took your bag that had rested on the floor. You ran your fingers through your hair and turned around, getting stopped by the quiet voice that sounded very loudly in your head. "God, you are so beautiful." You froze on the spot and turned your head to the man. Your face grew hot as you just motionless stood there. He was staring back at you, his cheeks covered in a light blush as your eyes locked.

"What did you say?" He raised a brow in question and looked to the side, searching for a person you could have meant. You weren't talking about him, you couldn't be. He was sure you weren't, but at who were you staring then? It wouldn't be that surprising if you went crazy, so maybe you were hallucinating or-

"Wait, do you mean me?" It took a while for you to nod slightly, not really prepared for any of this. But who was prepared to have ghosts in their life? He jumped to his feet, on his face appearing a grin at which you couldn't help but smile softly.

"You can see me?" he asked again, "Like, you really can?" You nodded again. He buried his hands in his hair and just looked at you with slightly parted lips. A chuckle erupted from you at his antics. You should have done that sooner, way sooner.

"That's- that's amazing- Wait, wait, wait- does that mean you heard everything I've ever said to you?" You pressed your lips together into a tight lipped smile and nodded. He leaned his head against the wall and cursed quietly, which only made you grin. He was being adorable and you could punch yourself for not talking to him sooner. Maybe you would be sitting on your couch and would be gossiping about people you both met that day. He would be a friend that wasn't only good looking, of course that wasn't really important, but also the most lovely person you've ever met. 

"That's- shit- Oh, come on, I've said so many embarrassing things, this is- I don't even know what to say." He groaned and pulled lightly at his hair. "Well, at least you can hear me. It's great that you are the one I can talk to. I mean, I don't..." You laughed at his rambling, making him stop. His face got even redder as he scratched his neck flustered. There wasn't a reason for him to do so, more likely a habit from when he was alive. It was cute anyway, so you weren't giving it a second thought.

"Wanna come in?" He just stared at you, blinking confused. "Well, then I'm going in alone." You casually sent him a little wave and entered your apartment, a moment later hearing the footsteps of Ben in your home. 

Maybe you could get used to company that you could actually talk to.

And maybe you could only get used to it when your company was a black haired ghost that just couldn't shut up.

[blossomsl0ve]

Incorrect quotes Pt. 2 | The Umbrella Academy |

Y/n: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Ben, not looking up from his book: Spear.

Y/n: BLOCKED.

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Y/n: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Five: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Y/n:

Y/n: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Y/n: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Lila: Only if you also don't ask why

Lila: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Y/n:

Lila:

Y/n: This one is fine

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Klaus: Goodnight moon.

Klaus: Goodnight tree.

Klaus: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

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Y/n: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

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Klaus: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

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Klaus: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Y/n: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Viktor: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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Y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Diego: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/n: It’s Five.

Diego: Put the bandage back on.

[friendly-reject]

Im just picky at this point lmao

I'm so done with seeing the writing style of

"You asshole, suck a dick." (Aka coloured speech/People speaking is coloured) AND Y/N IS ALWAYS PINK, and it's just the whole fic in general, bc I mostly read Genderneutral stuff even tho my bio says Genderfluid. It's like people hate not having a feminine coded reader, like we get it that's your main style of writing but like drop a hint? Just add a little side note that it's "Feminine coded", and I'm not saying pink is a feminine colour because like be fr it's a colour people :/, but it's how people write the reader ex. 'Y/n applied their glittery lip gloss and popped her pink lips' "Mmm strawberry" and than having the audacity to say that the fic is actually Genderneutral, when THEY LITERALLY USED 'HER', especially cause there are all different kinds of Genderneutral people, some masculine, some feminine all valid. But just a little side note would be nice yk. -_-

[khami-the-raccoon]

Hello there!

Could you do Ben Hargreeves x Russian!Gn!Reader? Reader is able to speak English but has a heavy accent and is usually seen carrying around vodka wherever they go.

They also cannot smile, and people think that they are in a mad mood, but it’s just that they were taught not to smile at anyone(?) Reader probably stays up at night blasting ‘Moskau’

Hello there! I’m so sorry for how long I took to write this, it was an eternity! But I hope you still enjoy the fic :)

Ben Hargreeves x GN! Russian! Reader

Summary: Ghost Ben Hargreeves x GN! Russian Reader, who missed their homeland very much they get drunk very often, but Ben is there to help them.

Word Count: 472

Ben Hargreeves Masterlist

General Masterlist

In the dimly lit halls of the Umbrella Academy, Y/N, a mysterious figure from the vast expanse of Russia, stood alone. The weight of their homeland clung to them, an invisible cloak of memories that shaped their stoic demeanor. Y/N's piercing eyes, often obscured by a veil of distant thoughts, and their always serious expression, betrayed the tales of a life left behind. They had the same ability as Klaus, they could see the death.

Ben Hargreeves, the spectral companion, had been their constant confidant. Bonded by the shared silence of the afterlife, Ben understood the depth of Y/N's longing. Y/N, however, rarely let the walls down, often seeking solace in the embrace of a vodka bottle. The scent of nostalgia mingled with the sharp tang of alcohol whenever Y/N was near. Y/N would rarely ask for help, not even with the smallest things, they barely showed any other emotion that wasn’t sadness and anger. Still, Ben would try to help them however he could.

One night, Y/N’s bedroom echoed with the haunting strains of an accordion, and Y/N, lost in a sea of vodka-induced melancholy, swayed like a lone ship in turbulent waters. The haunting melody underscored their internal struggle, a silent battle waged against the memories that refused to fade.

Sensing Y/N's vulnerability, Ben approached with a spectral tenderness. "You really know how to pick the gloomiest tunes, Y/N," he remarked, attempting to bridge the gap between the living and the dead.

Y/N's gaze, clouded by intoxication, met Ben's with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "Sometimes, the sad songs are the only ones that feel like home," they confessed, the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air.

In a desperate attempt to reclaim a semblance of joy, Y/N fumbled with their phone and unleashed the energetic anthem of "Moskau." Their bedroom’s floor transformed into a dance floor. And in their drunk mind, colors and bright lights filled the room. Even Ben, in his ethereal form, couldn't resist the infectious rhythm.

As the final notes of "Moskau" dissipated into the night, Y/N collapsed onto his bed, the effervescent energy replaced by a poignant stillness. Ben hovered nearby, his gaze fixed on Y/N's vulnerability. The facade of strength crumbled, and tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as the weight of longing became too much to bear.

Realizing the depth of Y/N's pain, Ben sat beside Y/N, offering silent support as tears fell unchecked. Y/N was going to drink the rest of the bottle right there, but Ben took it away from them. “Give me the bottle…” Y/N said in a voice that showed how intoxicated and drunk they were. “It’s not what you need right now, Y/N…”Ben answered, putting the Vodka bottle aside and caressing Y/N’s hair.

In a moment of shared vulnerability, Y/N let themselves be helped. They let Ben caress their hair as much as he wanted, and then pull them into his arms. Y/N completely broke into Ben’s chest. “It’s okay… I’m with you” Ben said softly.

The tears, a testament to the unspoken burdens carried, transformed into a shared catharsis. As the echoes of Y/N's sobs subsided, they met Ben's gaze with newfound clarity. In that shared gaze, unspoken words lingered, and with a tender brush of ghostly lips, a connection transcending life and death was forgotten.

[book-place]

Stealing

Warnings: cursing, stealing, mentions of child abandonment, mentions of killing, knives, let me know if I missed any :)

Request: Omg I loved your klaus and Kid fic. There’s not a lot of platonic umbrella academy fics so thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write something about like Klaus introducing kid reader to the family like maybe he goes to his dads funeral with her. Thanks :)

(Sorry that this took so freaking long and that it’s not very good)

Request by: @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x child reader, Hargreeves siblings x child reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When he had to go back to his childhood home, Klaus brought you with him for only one reason, all he hoped was that his siblings didn’t see you

A/N: I know that Vanya’s in this fic, but SOO excited for Viktor

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Okay, remember the plan?” Klaus asked, bending down to your height and rubbing his hands together.

You nodded slightly, looking up nervously at the huge, prison like building in front of you, “Take anything that looks valuable enough.” You repeated what he had told you earlier.

“Good.” He ruffled your hair, “And step two, if possible-“

“Avoid your family because they are a bunch of assholes.” You cut him off, again repeating what he had told you.

“Hey.” He scolded, lightly swatting your arm, “I told you not to repeat that word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well then you shouldn’t say it in front of my young ears.” The mocking tone in your voice was not hard for the man to decipher.

He huffed, ignoring your comment, and gently took your arm and began dragging you up the stairs of his childhood home, “Hopefully nobody got here yet.” He muttered mostly to himself, but you still heard.

It made you sad to see that Klaus didn’t want to see his family after all these years.

Though he never told you details about what had happened, you knew that he and his six siblings didn’t end on very good terms.

You had always envied how Klaus had so many siblings when all you had wanted in life was just to have one. Somebody to talk to before your parents left you. After that even would’ve been nice.

It always made you sad that he didn’t take advantage of having all those siblings. Seeing them whenever he could. Keeping in touch. Reaching out.

He had told you a little bit about them when he first found you all by yourself in a park a couple years ago, back when he first took you in as his own.

You reached up and took his large hand in your small one, giving him the best reassuring smile that your six year old body could grant.

He looked down at you, smiling tightly before squeezing your hand gently and leading you up the rest of the stairs and through the large door.

“Master Klaus.” A voice called out through the halls, making said man freeze in his steps.

You, who was behind Klaus’s legs, peaked out to see who was talking to the man, only to see a monkey in human clothes with a cane.

Your eyes widened as the monkey looked at you curiously, “And who would this be, young master?” He asked.

Klaus’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked off to the side where Ben was, not that either you or the monkey knew that he was there, and sent him a questioning look, wondering how the monkey had seen Ben.

The ghost facepalmed and gestured to you, still behind Klaus.

Klaus looked back, “Oh… Oh!” He gently pushed you out from behind him, “This is Y/n!”

You gave a shy wave and the monkey returned with one of his own and a kind smile, “I never took you as the fatherly type, Master Klaus.”

Klaus’s eyes widened, “Oh no, this isn’t my child. Well technically it is my child, but not my flesh and blood.” He rambled.

“I am Pogo, young one.” The monkey greeted kindly, ignoring Klaus’s weird little speech.

“Hi, Pogo.” You said back.

Pogo looked up at Klaus, “I’m sure your siblings will be thrilled that you’re here.” With that he turned and began making his way out of the hall.

You took a moment to look around where you were, not really having been able to do it before because you were too distracted by the talking monkey in the middle of the room.

But you also couldn’t necessarily say that you were surprised about it, Klaus had told you that his family had powers, as well as himself.

The hall you were in was massive with a tall ceiling and sort of menacing and dark decorations. All in all, the room was very intimidating to your six year old self.

You had to jog slightly to catch up with Klaus once you snapped out of your little daze, the man already being about ten of his paces ahead, making a beeline for the stairs.

Halfway up the staircase, you were doubled over with your hands on your knees, huffing and puffing.

Klaus glanced back at you from almost the top already, “Here, we’ll split up to cover more ground. Remember the plan!”

You watched with a huff- of annoyance this time- as he took off to the left at the top of the staircase, before forcing yourself to track up the rest and go to the right.

As you walked, you mumbled bad words to yourself that you heard Klaus say whenever he was upset about something, and continued down the long hallway.

Most of the doors were firmly closed, and locked as you figured out whenever you tried to open them, but there was one door at the end of the hall that was open.

Curiously, you walked in and your eyes widened in wonder and amazement.

The room was filled to the brim with valuables, ranging from expensive looking watches to a couple art pieces that had to have been at least a couple hundred of years old.

You bit your lip, glancing from side to side nervously, having a mental debate with yourself on what you should do.

From all the children's tv shows and movies you watched, they all talked about how stealing was bad. But you wanted Klaus to be proud of you, you didn’t want him to leave you like your parents did, because you didn’t do what he asked.

Finally coming to a decision, you nervously and hastily rushed over to where it was sitting and shoved it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“What the-“

The sudden voice made you jump at least a foot in the air and whip around in alarm, ready to spew out any excuse that you could come up with for the unfamiliar sounding person.

In the doorway stood a confused looking man holding a knife, the sight of the weapon making you let out a little yelp and duck down right away.

“Uhh…” The man had dropped his hand that was tightly gripping the weapon, but didn’t relax his defensive stance, “What the hell is going on in here?”

Immediately, you took the watch out of your pocket and threw it down, back onto the dresser that you had picked it up off of.

While he was still too shocked to do anything, you ran as fast as your little legs would carry you, and shoved past him with surprising force and hurled yourself back down the hall you came from.

It only took him a couple of seconds to recover from his shock before he quickly rushed after you, the sound of pounding feet filled the house as he did so.

You rushed down the stairs, trying not to stumble over your feet before running into the first room that you saw, which just two happened to be a living room.

As soon as you entered, your fight or flight instincts took over and you immediately ran to a close cabinet and began climbing, knowing that the furniture could hold your small frame but not the man’s large one.

From the top of the brown cabinet you watched as he skidded to a stop in the room, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room for any sight of you.

You silently let out another bad word that Klaus had said in front of you as the board beneath you creaked a little, giving away your location.

The man’s head whipped up so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash, but before he could get a good look at you, a glass bottle came flying down towards his face, and this time it was his turn to let out a little yelp and duck.

There were multiple glass bottles up near where you were, so you had decided to use them to your advantage.

After the glass shattered along the floor, he barely had time to stand up before another one was being hurled at his head.

You kept dropping one after the other, never letting the man think long enough to recover himself.

The sound of glass shattering was so loud that you and the man both hadn’t heard the stamped like footsteps rushing into the room until a voice silenced all else.

“What the hell is going on here, Diego?” Allison stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Behind her stood a timid looking Vanya, an awkward looking Luther, and a distracted Klaus.

You had paused, midway throwing another off, as did the man named Diego, crouched down with his hands over his head.

The name Diego ran a bell somewhere deep inside your head and it took you a minute to realize how you knew the name. Diego Hargreeves. Kalus’s brother. And the other people must've been his siblings that were still alive.

When he saw the others, he jumped up and immediately started rambling, “I heard a noise coming from inside a room so I tried to investigate, and I found a kid stealing one of dad's old watches! They took off before I could talk to them!”

This caught Klaus’s attention, who had been looking around the room in boredom, and for the first time his eyes landed on you, slowly realizing what was going on.

Once he did, he hurriedly rushed over to the cabinet that you were on and stuck his arms out, “Come on, n/n. Just get down from there, it’s not safe.” Those who didn’t know the man wouldn’t have caught the slight desperation in your tone.

After eyeing Diego warily, you slowly gave in and jumped down into Klaus’s ready and waiting arms.

The rest of his siblings watched in confusion as you let Klaus gently set you on the ground before slightly moving behind his legs.

“Klaus… how do you know this child?” Luther asked, looking down at you in shock.

“And why the hell were they stealing?” Diego asked, and then eyed Klaus, “Did you hire a kid to do your stealing for you?”

Everyone ignored him as Klaus clapped his hands together, “Everybody, seeing as you’re all here I guess I’ll just introduce all of you. This is Y/n.” You gave a small wave from behind the man, which only Vanya returned, “I suppose they’re kinda like my adopted kid or something.”

Luther began looking at his brother like he grew three more heads, “You do know that kidnapping a child isn’t considered adoption, right?”

You let out a small huff, a little offended that he would think that you would just let yourself get kidnapped, “He didn’t kidnap me.” Everyone’s attention turned to you, “He took me in when mommy and daddy left me.” Suddenly all of your confidence was gone and you found yourself becoming shy again.

Slowly, on their own time, everybody came to an understanding about what you meant, and each reacted in their own ways.

Allison looked at you with pity, Diego’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over at his brother, Luther let out a small ‘wow’, and Vanya slowly came over to you, as if to try and not frighten you.

She bent down to your height with a small smile and a wave, “Hi there, Y/n. I’m Vanya, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Klaus looked over at the two of you, letting a smile grow on his face. He never would’ve admitted it, but he had always wanted to see what it would be like for his siblings to meet you.

And so far he wasn’t disappointed with the outcome. Especially since you almost killed Diego.

[a-strange-echo]

My only star

Pairing: Umbrella!Ben Hargreeves x gn!reader

Word Count: 1269

Summary: During your nightly meeting, Ben wants to tell you something important, little did he know, you also have something important to tell him but you're sure he won't like it.

Warnings: a little angst but fluff in the end, mention of abuse (thanks Reginald). Beta read (for once)

Author's note: I noticed it's been a while since I posted something and I just finished watching The Umbrella Academy for the second time so I just had to write something for our favorite Benny boy. It's sort of a fix-it fic but not entirely; also I might write a little piece that comes after the events of this fic if anyone is interested. As always: English is not my first language, tell me if you see any mistake, I will correct them.

It wasn’t the first time Ben slipped out of his window to escape in the middle of the night but this time it felt different. He couldn’t really explain it, maybe it was the fact he was more determined than ever to tell his best friend what he had been dying to say for years or maybe it was simply the fact he would be able to see them after a long time. Whatever it was, Ben was sure nothing could wipe the smile of his face tonight. Except perhaps the news his best friend was about to deliver to him; although he didn’t know that yet.

He found them sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling above the void, head turned up toward the sky as they watched the stars, waiting for him. Ben felt his heart skip a beat. The way the light of the moon and the stars shone on their face gave them an ethereal glow; it made them look like an angel. An angel made of starlight, Ben thought. He was almost convinced they truly where one in this moment. He approached as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturbed them and whatever thought were swimming in their head. Now closer, Ben could see the reflexion of the stars in their eyes and he swore they never shone brighter.

"-Careful starlight, don’t want you to fall." Ben whispered as he put his hands under their arms to pull them back a little, distancing them from the edge.

"-Hi Benny." Y/N responded, voice small.

As he sat next to them, Ben realized their eyes were shining brighter than usual because they were wet with tears. Worry immediately seized him.

"-Are you okay, baby?"

"-Yes, I just have something to tell you." they sounded so serious and he didn’t like it; it wasn’t like them to be so serious.

"-I too have something to tell you"» he tried to cheer them up with a smile but it came out small and worried.

"-I think it’s better if you go first." Y/N said, wiping their tears out of their eyes.

"-You sure" he was nervous and he knew Y/N could tell.

"-Yes." They took his hand in theirs and placed them on their lap.

Ben took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

"-Y/N, we’ve known each other a long time now and-" as he raised his eyes to meet theirs, the words died on his tongue. Their bright eyes were fixated on him and his mind went blank, any sentence of the big speech he prepared disappeared of his head. "I love you." he finally sighed with heart-eyes, hoping his eyes could translate everything he felt for them, "so much." he added after a short pause.

It was quiet only for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for both of them, until Y/N pulled their hands out of Ben’s and covered their face with them, muttering under their breath.

"-I should have went first." Y/N said more to themselves.

"-Why? You don’t love me the same?" Ben asked, now completely scared and a little hurt.

"-No! No, no..." Y/N panicked then saw how Ben leaned away from them, body closing on himself and panicked even more. "Wait, no. I-" they took a breath in. "I do love you Ben, believe me I do with my whole being and if love could be burned, I swear my love for you would be the only thing making the stars in the sky shine."

Ben blushed a little upon hearing these words and his heart skipped a beat again. He will have a heart attack because of them one day, he’s sure of it.

"-Then what’s wrong, baby?" he placed a hand on their cheek and smiled softly when they cupped his hand with theirs and leaned in it, closing their eyes.

"-I’m leaving." they managed to get out through a cracking voice. "I found the job I’ve always wanted but it’s in another city, far from here."

"-That’s awesome!" he tried to sound as excited as he could at the moment, their last words still echoing in his head. "Now you can do what you love, what you’ve always wanted to do."

"-I know but I don’t want to leave you here, any of you actually. I don’t want to go knowing that I’m leaving you behind to endure Reginald’s abuse; knowing that I won’t be able to comfort you after a mission. I know how much you hate using your power and how much it affects you, I don’t want to know I’m leaving you to suffer alone while I’m out there, doing something I love."

"-Ho, darling. Come here." Ben said as he pulled them in a hug. He pulled them on his lap, holding them as close as he could. "You always had a heart too big for your body."

"-I’m so sorry, Benny." Y/N cried, burying their head in Ben’s neck.

"-Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad." he smiled. "When are you leaving?"

"-In a few months, I still need to find a place to live."

"-Okay, so that leaves us enough time to part ways properly." Ben smiled in their face.

"-I guess so." Y/N smiled too before leaning closer.

Ben’s eyes dipped to their lips, his tongue coming out to lick his own. When their lips finally made contact, there was no fireworks or butterflies in their stomach. All there were was a feeling of belonging, like they belong together, but it also felt right, as if it was meant to be, they were made for each other. This kiss was like coming home after years of absence.

"-It will be okay, Y/N, I promise." Ben said when they parted, a smile playing on his lips that he just licked.

"-I’ll find a way to get you out of here. And all of your siblings if I could but you come first."

Ben wanted to say that they didn’t have to do that but he wouldn’t just let go an opportunity of leaving this hell hole. He wanted to get out as fast as he could, even bring his siblings with him if he could but he knew he couldn’t.

"-Try to fit in Klaus, he needs it more than anyone else I think. And Vanya too."

"-You, Ben Hargreeves, are way too sweet for this world." Y/N had a teasing smile on but they meant every word of it. "I’ll get you out first and I’ll see for the others later." They said as they got up, pulling Ben up with them, the time they had together coming to an end. They never had enough time together in their opinion.

"-I’ll see you tomorrow?" Ben said but it sounded more like a question.

"-Of course, wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see my boyfriend." they winked, squeezing Ben’s hands as they had yet to release them.

Ben grinned and dropped his head, trying to hide his blush upon hearing what they called him.

"-I technically didn’t ask you that yet." He responded.

"-Well I’ll do it.» Y/N grinned. "Ben Hargreeves, will you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?"

"-I will." he said, leaning his forehead on theirs.

Y/N giggled before closing their eyes and basking in the moment with their boyfriend, enjoying the simple feeling of having him so close.

"-Goodnight, Benny, I love you." Y/N said before parting from the boy.

"-I love you too, darling, goodnight." he smiled, his fingers lingering in Y/N's hand as they retreated.

[mayfieldss]

god ur writings are just everything. would you be willing to write a ben hargreeves x reader where the apocalypse is happening (shocking truly ik) and bens only concern is making sure that he and the reader both survive it together? with the ben of your choosing!

AN: I love this request so much! I chose Umbrella!Ben bc he's the loml, I hope you don't mind. I also didn't know if you wanted him to be alive or not so this is Ghost!Ben with a twist.

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Promises - Ben Hargreeves

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual references, angst, fluff.

Ben had always loved you; he couldn't remember a time when you hadn't held residence in his mind. Klaus had introduced the two of you—sadly after Bens passing—and somehow, under some miracle, you had been able to see and talk to him. Perhaps that was why Klaus had brought you together in the first place. Maybe he had known all along.

You'd bonded with Klaus as well, mainly for the purpose of pulling pranks on Ben—pranks of which never worked, considering the ghost boy always knew what you were up to.

Your bond with Ben, however, was something different. He was head over heels for you, and not only because you were the only other person besides Klaus that could see him. He found himself enjoying your company more than he had anyone else's, indulging in your laughs and smiles, as if they were a delicacy.

When Five announced the apocalypse, there was no laughing, or happiness of any kind. As one would expect when the world was ending, deep depressions settled over everyone that knew of what was to become of the world. You'd gone home as soon as Five let the news loose, wanting some space to clear your head away from the umbrella academy heroes. Ben had followed you, leaving Klaus unattended, not that he would listen to Ben's warnings if he stayed.

"Look, Y/N" Ben appeared by your side as you collapsed onto your couch, head in your hands. "We're gonna make it out of this". Ben wasn't sure of his statement but spoke it anyway needing something comforting to say to you.

"You can't be sure of that Ben" Your head still sat in your hands and Ben wanted desperately for you to look at him. Then he could see your face, scan all your features so he would remember every detail of you no matter what happened.

After a moment he brought himself to speak, "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?".

You turned to him then, lifting your head from your hands but not in the way Ben had hoped. You were hopelessly upset, and Ben could tell well before you spoke. "But you're dead Ben, and I'm no hero. I'm just human, normal, average. I can't save us".

You seemed to notice where you'd gone wrong as soon as the words left your lips, having brought up the death of Ben in a conversation that was meant to be built on reassurance. "Ben I'm so sorry, that came out wrong-" Ben stopped you, smiling the despite the harsh truth. "It's okay".

You shook your head, placing your face in your hands once again "No, it's not, that was mean. I'm sorry".

Being a ghost was difficult, specifically when Ben wanted to reassure you. "Look Y/N, it's just the apocalypse, it's not like it's the end of the world".

You laughed at that, and Ben loved the sound. If he could, he would listen to it on repeat, put it on a record and never stop the turntable.

"Technically it is the end of the world" You were looking at him, the smile that he loved threatening to spill, though your eyes were brimmed with tears. Death was inevitable, you just didn't think it would come for you this soon.

"You promise we'll be okay?" Your question was a commitment impossible to keep but Ben nodded, wanting more than anything to put his arm around you.

"Yeah, I promise".

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A few days passed and you had pulled yourself together enough to think about things other than your impending demise for a few minutes, before of course falling into a pit of sadness, anger, and frustration once again. Ben's promise did nothing to ease your mind, and you knew it never would. There was no saving you, or anyone. Maybe being okay meant being with him in the afterlife. You sure as hell found yourself heading there.

"You're thinking about death again, aren't you?" The voice of Klaus interrupted your thoughts, cheerful despite it all.

"Of course I am Klaus, it’s my future and it awaits me". You sent him a venomous smile, though you wanted to stop yourself from doing so. Klaus had done nothing wrong, but you couldn't stop your harsh comments, having turned into a pessimist over the last few days.

"Hey, it’s time to be happy! Five has a plan" He drew out the name of his brother, as if mention of the grumpy being would ease your mind.

"What is this plan exactly Klaus?"

"Well, I wasn't really listening, but I'm sure Five could tell you if you go talk to him" Klaus claps his hands together and you roll your eyes. As if it was easy to talk to Five. As you weren't one of his superpowered siblings, the boy wouldn't even lend you a glance.

"You know what Klaus? When the world is in fact not at its end, I'll be happy, but for now I wish to sit and bathe in everything I'm about to lose. My life for example" You stand as you speak, Klaus moving to take your spot on the loveseat in your living room. He'd always loved the spot and makes himself comfortable quickly.

It's then you see Ben standing in the doorway, arms folded like usual.

"Quite an impressive stance you have there Benerino, is there someone you're trying to impress?" Klaus teases Ben with a grin, having known about his crush on you since it started.

"He hasn't got anyone to impress" You wave the comment off, though you smile at Ben as you move past him to the kitchen.

"Ohh, I'm sure you are well worth impressing Y/N" Klaus continues and Ben hisses at him before moving into the kitchen after you. His brother could drive him into the grave if he wasn't already dead.

"Y/N, I know you're sick of hearing this but it's gonna be okay"

"Oh yeah, because Five's got a plan, right?" You spin to face him, though it's not anger in your eyes, it's fear.

It makes Ben ache, the thought that you are deathly afraid of, well, death. He doesn't want you to die either, knowing you have so much more to do with your life, a thousand things that he couldn't do with his own. He also knows there is a chance he won't see you again, even if you join the afterlife. To him that's too much to risk.

It's then that—if it wasn't already before—making sure you both survive the end of the world becomes Ben's top priority. He knows it's not a realistic hope to have that the both of you will survive, but Ben doesn't care. He wants you to live so he can haunt you forever.

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The way Ben goes about this is through Klaus.

"Go, tell him what I said!".

Klaus looks at him with something of a frown, though, it's difficult to tell. "You go and tell him Ben, don't bully me into doing your ghostly dirty work".

Ben groans loudly, only for the ears of Klaus to hear. "That's exactly the point Klaus, I can't talk to him, I'm dead. But I can talk to you and you," Ben gestures toward the short yet old man just a few feet away, "can talk to him".

Klaus considers this, placing a finger to his lips in thought. Then he glances to Five who was currently, scolding Luther for "being a useless lump of clay". Klaus shakes his head "Nope, not talking to teenage grandpa".

He struts away then, as if he can escape Ben's pestering, instantly being followed by said boy. "Klaus, I'm begging you".

Klaus keeps walking, not sparing a glance to his brother "I only like begging in the bedroom little bro, and from people who are not you".

"Okay ew," Ben stops in his tracks at the words but continues to speak despite Klaus blocking his ears like a child. "Klaus, I want to save Y/N, and I know you do too".

Klaus pauses then, turns still with his hands covering his ears "You're so in love with them, aren't you?". Ben goes to respond, deny the statement, or perhaps confirm it, but he doesn't even have the chance to think about it before Klaus continues. "I mean, I knew you liked them, a lot, but you my brother, have caught the lovebug".

"The lovebug?" Ben folds his arms, defensive. He knows what Klaus says is true, always has been. He admitted such a fact to himself long ago, but his stubbornness sticks like a glue in not admitting it aloud.

"Ben, Ben, Ben. You are in love". Klaus comes over then, smug smile on his lips and arms extended in a hug like fashion, though, he would go straight through his brother if he tried.

Ben decides upon not saying a thing, a simple eye roll coming as his only response to the tease. This only fires up Klaus more, the man jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. "I think you should tell them".

"What?".

"I, your brother, think that you Ben Hargreeves should admit your feelings for Y/N" There's a pause and Klaus leans in closer "Before it's too late".

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Ben thought over Klaus's words carefully and decided upon one thing. He would tell you how he felt, but not because it was the end of the world, and not before it was too late. He was getting the both of you out of this apocalypse in one piece, even if it cost him everything. There would be no 'too late'.

Currently Ben stood in your living room, trying to convince himself that his feelings were worth sharing, that above everything they were better than a goodbye, that they wouldn't push you away. It was too late to back out now, and if he did Klaus would most likely throw him under the bus later, spilling the beans like he always did with every secret he held.

It was then that you entered your house, jumping at the sight of Ben, pacing within your place like an anxious puppy.

"Jesus Ben!" You held a hand to your chest, backpack gripped in the other as you kicked the door closed. "What are you doing here?".

Ben froze for a second at the sight of you, the best person he'd ever known, whether he'd been alive in his time of knowing you or not. He ran over the words he was to say in his head. "I wanted to tell you something". It wasn't how he'd intended to start the conversation, but it would have to do.

"What'd you want to tell me?" You have your back to Ben now, placing your backpack on the kitchen bench and pulling out various food items. Ben counts two boxes of microwave rice risotto and a block of cheese before he loses focus. Ben can't bring himself to confess when he doesn't know if you're truly listening. If he's going to do this, he wants your full attention, and by the looks of it he's going to have to take it.

He moves quickly taking your hand just before you can grab anything else from your bag of wonders, and it's then that you turn to him, eyes sinking into his. You hold a frown, creases in your brows that Ben wants to smooth out with the pad of his thumb.

"I want to tell you something important-"

Ben is cut off as your gaze shifts from his eyes to his hand, still holding your own. "Ben," Your voice is full of confusion, "you're touching me".

It's then that the feeling of your skin on his registers in his mind, and his mind seems to blur with the contact, something he hadn't felt in so long.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" Your voice is quiet, still staring down at that of the skin on skin contact. Ben's staring at it too, your hands intertwined, and somehow a laugh escapes him.

"No, what I wanted to tell you was different. So different".

You manage to pull your eyes away from your hands, though, it had been hard, to look at Ben's face, scanning him for answers. Answers that he didn't have, that was, if you were looking for something to explain the contact.

"What were you going to tell me?" You’re looking into his eyes now, and he can tell that you want to reach out, see if your hand won't just go straight through him, but you don't.

Ben is quiet for a moment, afraid that if he lets go of your hand now, he will never be able to hold it again. Then he finds it in himself to speak. "I wanted to tell you how much I care about you" Ben stops closing his eyes tightly as he wills the right words to come to mind. As much as he hates to admit it, he's thinking of what Klaus would do. When he opens them again, you're looking at him with deep concern. "Ben?". The way you say his name drives him crazy, somehow pushing him forward, giving him the strength to confess.

"I care about you, in more than a friend way". He can't bring himself to say that four letter word. He wants to tell you that after you both survive this. After the two of you make it out alive, flipping off the end of the world with grins on your faces.

When the words leave his lips, you stare at him with something he can't understand, he feels you squeeze his hand and then you let go, and Ben's heart sinks at never being able to touch you again. And then you hug him. You hug him, bringing him close to you, arms around his neck and smiling into his shoulder. Ben is stunned at first, head spinning at having you this close, before he wraps his arms around you, trying to push back tears of relief.

It takes a long time for the both of you to pull away, and when you do Ben makes sure to keep his hand intertwined with yours. He doesn't want your touch to disappear just yet.

"I always keep my promises". His voice is soft, quiet, and you find yourself moving in closer, though you can hear him just fine. You say nothing, and you don't need to say anything. "I promised you that we would make it out of this, that we would survive whatever the fuck this apocalypse is. I'm keeping that promise, okay?".

All you do is nod, but there are tears in your eyes and you're smiling. Really smiling. Ben allows himself to do the same, and somehow that makes everything better. He knows that you'll survive this, together.

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AN: another Disney channel ending to add to the books!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY TAGLIST: @thelaststraw3

BEN HARGREEVES TAGLIST: ??

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Hello it's the bf again,do headcanons or tiny oneshots of hanging out with the tua boys

hello boyf!!! will do <3

Hanging out with the boys // TUA + TSA

Master list

Warnings: none / not proof read

A/N: reader is gender neutral, can be read as romantic or platonic for most of them (unless strictly mentioned otherwise) includes the following characters

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves (platonic)

Viktor Hargreeves

Marcus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (both sparrow & umbrella i treat them as separate characters)

Alphonso Hargreeves

Christopher Hargreeves (platonic please hes a cube)

Synopsis: N/A

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TUA // Luther Hargreeves

Luther….hasn’t really had anyone in his life to hang out with, besides from Allison but the last he heard from her she was getting married. Spending four years on the moon, alone, isolated means the poor boys social skills aren’t…the best

He also never thought anyone would want to be near him, but that all changed when he met you. You looked past the parts of him that usually got him disgusted glances, you treated him like a person.

Of course, being the softie he is he always wanted to make you happy and keep you around, he just didn’t know how, his knowledge on relationships wasn’t the best, nor did he know how to handle genuine compliments without feeling like you were actually poking fun at him.

However, you always make a point to hang out with him, you got to see the side of him that most people didn’t, the fun loving side, with child-like wonder about everything around him. You loved taking him to theme parks or attractions, anything that got him immersed in the universe so he didn’t have to think about the world outside

He’d never tell you how much that meant to him, or how much he missed you when he had to return home, but he always waited for the text of “Hey luther, wanna go and see [____] place?”

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TUA // Diego Hargreeves

Diego the lone wolf, the vigilante with a saviour complex, the man who NEVER accepted kindness as an answer for anything, was currently taking a leisurely stroll with you, someone about a week ago he was saving from a break in.

He’d honestly been trying to push you away from him, but just couldn’t. You were persistent and as much as it annoyed him, it was also something he loved about you. You always pushed him to get out of his bubble and to enjoy life.

You didn’t need to do anything extraordinary for him, he just enjoyed simple things - trips to cafés, walks in the park. Even if he wouldn’t admit it the stress of trying to keep up the whole “vigilante superhero” façade weighed on him significantly.

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TUA // Klaus Hargreeves

9 out of 10 times hanging out with Klaus includes getting drunk, however there are times when you two have genuinely heart felt moments together.

Klaus, albeit not all the time, feels as if you only hang out with him out of pity, but he wouldn’t bring it up out of fear of you leaving for good.

When you aren’t getting shit faced drunk, your going on road trips around the country, talking about whatever klaus thinks of, he doesn’t really have a proper filter, so these topics can range from “what if walruses had tiny hats” to “what would you do if it was your last few days alive”

He’s glad he met you, you’re a breath of fresh air in his crazy life. He’s always afraid you don’t actually like him sure, (fuck you reginald) but he’s glad he has someone to laugh with, someone who can still drag him back to earth after a night of drinking.

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TUA // Five Hargreeves

Five claims he “Mildly tolerates you” which isn’t exactly true, he’s always wanted a true friend, as much as he denies it, being alone in the apocalypse definitely hasn’t helped him learn how to make friends though.

But your determined, persistent even. To stubborn to give in to him shoving you off at your attempts to get closer to him. Any time you do hang out he complains the entire time. Though you can see right through him. In the corner of your eye when he’s not looking at you you can see the small, barely noticeable smile on his face.

Five HATES you for it but he does enjoy your company, the way you treat him like he’s a normal person. He knows that once he goes back to the rest of the umbrellas he’ll be bombarded with a million issues, but for a brief moment he can unwind and be around someone he cares about without worrying about the world ending

Maybe he is glad to have a friend like you, after all.

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TUA // Viktor Hargreeves

Viktor loves being around you, you’re so nice to him all of the damn time, he’s just not used to it. Most of the people he allowed close to him ended up hurting him, or he had to leave them behind. But you were different, you were gentle and he didn’t have to run from you this time.

You didn’t treat him like he was an explosive waiting to go off any time you hung out together, you treated him like he had value, like he was a worthy human being, your hang outs usually include quality time; him teaching you the violin, you talking about life and the world around you.

Sometimes however, you both enjoy cuddling on the couch to some sappy romcom, with popcorn of your choosing.

Viktor always felt like an outsider, but you made him feel at home, like he belonged.

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TUA // Ben Hargreeves

Ben might be a ghost, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to hang out with you, convincing klaus to let him use his body to talk to you.

It’s odd at first, Klaus acting completely different than usual around you, and it takes a LOT of proof for Ben to prove it’s actually him and not Klaus playing a prank on you.

Getting to know ben, you realise that he is as quick witted as you, always fast with a remark if he thinks something is stupid. But you like that he never pushes boundaries, and he’s definitely more fun loving than most of his siblings.

You both wish you could’ve spent more time together before he had to go back to being an invisible specter, but klaus always tells you when ben wants to say something

(this isn’t the best one i’m sorry)

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TSA // Marcus Hargreeves

A/N: this is short bc he sadly got very little screen time and there’s not much abt him :( which sucks bc i adore him so much he deserved better

Hang outs with Marcus are few and far in between, mostly because he’s not too fond of being swarmed by obsessive fans, he wanted to only be with you, not answering a million questions.

In all honesty, you were a good break away from the fame and his family’s rivalry with the umbrellas, always knowing how to relive the tension from his shoulders. You never worshipped him as a hero, hell you even had a sarcastic streak and teased him for it.

But he genuinely, truly enjoyed your company, even if it was only a brief, he still smiled fondly upon the memories he had made with you. He was this big important superhero, brimming with confidence, yet you pulled him back down to earth and helped him in enjoy the simpler things.

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TSA // Ben Hargreeves

Let’s face it, Bens an asshole, a grade A motherfucker, he knows you know it, so why, why do you even bother to try and get close to him? Every time you did he’d hit you with a nasty remark, yet you still continued to hang out with him, and he didn’t know if he liked that.

You were a lot of things, persistent, annoying, stubborn, but most of all you did care about Ben. During the time you spent together, which was really you showing up and Ben begrudgingly putting up with you, you sometimes saw a crack in Bens tough guy façade, seeing instead someone who was just afraid to get rejected, and he hated (or in truth, loved) the fact you always told him you were there for him if he needed it.

Time with Ben usually included clubs, parties, anywhere he was invited to as a guest or honour. He had a habit of showing off to you if you were looking at him, which always got a chuckle and an eye roll from you. He’d fake offence at it (okay maybe he was a little offended) and it would send you both into fits of laughter, maybe having you around wasn’t so bad.

And though he never admit it, you did open him up to seeking help and comfort in others, even if it was only him asking for a hug in private or him admitting when he’s mentally drained (which was rare even so)

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TSA // Alphonso Hargreeves

Alphonso is actually quite a chill guy, aside from his tendency to make snarky comments about people. Hanging out with him usually includes lounging around the Sparrow Academy or late night food runs.

Of course, Jayme usually hangs around with you two as well, but you don’t mind, their easy going attitude suits you just nicely.

Banter is a usual thing between you two, if the sparrows didn’t know any better they’d think you hated each-other, which was quite the contrary since you were probably each-others favourite people. Even if alphonso isn’t the most empathetic person he does try to use his status as a sparrow to keep you safe from people, especially while your together in the town at night.

When you’re in the sparrow academy however, you’re usually watching some form of horror movie with him, listening to him joke about the shitty affects, saying that you’d make a better monster, and laughing at your fake offended gasp as you clutch at your chest.

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TSA // Christopher

With help from the sparrows, you learnt how to understand Christopher, and you had to admit his sense humor was definitely a shock. When ever you hang out he’s always making you laugh, or making a comment that catches you off guard.

you mostly spend time together at the sparrow academy, since there’s not much Christopher can actually do

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This might actually be one of the longest posts i’ve ever written 😭 some of these aren’t the best, since it either depends on how much we get to know the character or in Christopher’s case, we literally don’t know what he says ever lmao

i do hope u like them though !!!

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How You Met 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗬:

PAIRINGS: Umbrella Academy x Genderless!Descriptionless!Reader

REQUESTED: I would personally LOVE to see how you write a "how you met" by bestie ElianiaVance on Wattpad <3

A.N: I quickly learned I'm just gonna have more ideas with some characters than others depending on prompts - when it comes to preferences, that is - so beware the fluctuating lengths. Thank you so much for requesting, I loved figuring these out in my spare time!! Love you and miss you! Muah! 😘

WARNINGS: (under lila's section): r being in the ward with diego + a very brief mention of r having cigarettes, and knowing me, plenty of embarrassing typos :D

LINKS: main masterlist || tua masterlist

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LUTHER HARGREEVES:

Luther met you when he landed in the 1960s

You were under quiet protection from Jack Ruby and had been for several years until Luther quite abruptly came into the picture

It had been an uncharacteristically mundane night at the Carousel Burlesque and you were working behind the counters where you preferred to be

It meant good money and (slightly) less trouble from customers for you what with the 18 inches of oak separating you from everyone else

Now being Jack Ruby's right hand man meant Luther was always on his feet dealing with one brute or another who was either getting too handsy or too rowdy

Especially at the Carousel, so he really never got a chance to slow down, always on his feet, never getting a chance to rest

And this also meant he had been quite taken aback to have finally noticed you on a slow Tuesday night/Wednesday morning well into his first couple weeks

He had just sent away another drunk straggler begging to bring the place trouble when he returned to his post, arms folded and his back against the wall as he scanned the floor

That's when he spotted a striking young woman wiping down the bar with a certain crease in her brow and faded white rag; something right out of an old movie

She was trading laughs and passing jokes around with one of the girls waiting tables, Autumn, who had come to refill her tray with an unusual amount of interest.

And then you stepped in making this cheeseball's heart skip an actual beat, half smirk on your face and a roll of your eyes as you took the rag from the distracted woman and mumbled something Luther barely caught,

"You clearly can't be trusted, now gimme that."

The woman giggled and slipped around you and further back behind the bar and out of sight. "Sorry, hon,"

"Just get back to work, and quick," you called back, sounding pressed. Your fond grin betrayed your tone, however, and Luther found it infectious. "You know how Jack feels about presentation,"

"I know, darlin, I know. Can't blame a girl for having some fun, though,"

You smiled again, and leaned in a little. "As long as you finally come clean to the poor girl one of these days. I know she's been sweet on you just about as long as I've been here,"

Embarrassed but smiling like an idiot, your co-worker officially fled to the back for her unknown duties as she called out to you. "Thought we needed to get the counters done, Y/n~?"

I feel like I gotta put that out there before I continue any further─

You never once took his shit a day in your life and that includes first encounters

"I thought Jack hired you to toss out all the lookie-loos, not join in," were the first words you ever spoke to him. your eyes were still locked on the stubborn beer stain on the mahogany, but tired, and unimpressed, you dropped the rag and propped yourself against the bar and looked up at the man across the way

Luther gulped, his skin flushing a flaming red from his brow down to his shoulders when he realized you were talking to him. "You gonna keep starin' or is there something I can help you with, big guy?"

"My apologies," he'd said, all very quickly. "I just have been working here for about a month now, and erm, I don't know-- I realized I hadn't seen you before and I guess I--," he shook his head, and gave up immediately and flashed a tight, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. Won't happen again,"

You had dropped the rag and any attention you held on your task after some consideration. "Luther, right?"

After a moment, he nods, not realizing you knew his name.

"Jack speaks highly of you," you said to him. Narrowing your eyes, you looked him up and down. He would have been more worried had it not been for the small smile playing at the ends of your lips. "I haven't decided yet,"

Luther gulped, swallowing any nervous rambles itching to escape. Instead, keeping himself composed, he managed to gesture to the open barstool across from you, "This seat taken?"

You rose a inquisitive brow, the smile still lingering on your lips and the flutters inhabiting Luther's stomach turned into knots of panic

"You're serious?" When Luther didn't say anything your smile grew in amusement. "Mister, you're still on the clock. Believe me, you don't want to end up on Jack's shit list,"

Luther could feel his cheeks flushing pink again. He nodded quickly, flashing a nervous smile, "Of course. My bad,"

You laughed at that. But it wasn't mean, it just seemed... light. "Maybe later, King Kong. We'll see,"

Luther didn't even care he had embarrassed himself

He was too caught up in that laugh. And you had a point. The night certainly wasn't young but it wasn't over either

And you had finished your task at the bar and were disappearing around the corner to get started on your next

He wanted to call after you - he wanted to talk to you more - he wanted to hear you laugh again

But he knew you were right

You both had jobs to do

And as he returned to his patrol, with less of a spring in his step, he recalled something that made his heart flutter

Not only did you know his name, Jack seemed to have told you a lot about him

Maybe not purposefully

But you knew him

Luther smiled to himself and allowed the hope to grow in his chest

DIEGO HARGREEVES:

You met at the Fighting Lion Gym

Now, between having been living there, working there, and, naturally, training there for years, he was quick to notice the new face that started showing up every Thursday

6:15 pm, every. Thursday.

Occasionally, you two would run in to one another at the lockers

He'd send you a nod, or, if he was feeling a little brave, he'd flash a wink or two the cheeky little shit

he's such a flirt, I'm sorry

Granted, a dorky one

But a flirt

Technically speaking, don't people buy stranger's drinks in bars or something? Not gyms??

And weren't they usually actual drinks?? Not pre-packaged snacks??

Welp, too late-- yall were at the vending machines at the same time and he panicked

Someone help this man

See, this is embarrassing, but uh,, you should probably know him swooping in and shoving a dollars worth of quarters into the machine just before you could was his way of flirting

I know, I know. But this is Diego we're talking about

Poor, dorky little suave Diego, trying to be spontaneous and pay for your snacks as a conversation starter

He was kinda nervous though, considering he came up with the plan in the two seconds it took to recognize you as he joined you at the machines

So, when he panicked he kinda came off a little too aggressive; at least, juuust enough to make him seem, to a total stranger who didn't know him anyway, like a, uh,,

Well, a egotistical knob

You gave him a look, not very pleased with what you perceived as an act of douchery, and he, bless his himbo soul, panicked and dug his heels deeper in the sand with a cheesy smirk

It fell pretty quickly after the eye roll and then altogether smothered when you shot him a look

"Really, man?"

Don't forget, he pulls off the perfect personification of the "???" and if you could read his mind all you'd hear was the dial-up modem noise

You're laughing. This man made a complete fool of himself trying to be smooth with you and you're laughing

But, Diego being Diego, he eventually smoothed it over and explained

(It was very dorky and charming, actually)

It made for a good laugh, and, in the end, he had gotten what he tried for--if not in the way he expected

After all, he had wanted an ice breaker, right?

ALLISON HARGREEVES:

Look at this literal ray of sunshine and tell me you're not falling in love

Like, come on--

Her smile, her jokes, her laugh?!

I love her and whoops I'm forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing here and just gushing over her/Emmy

Can you blame a girl?

Moving on

When Allison met you, she knew she was in trouble

Generally speaking, it's kind of a big no-no to like your kid's teacher ??

HEAR ME OUT OKAY

I mean, she always appreciated you and admired how well you got along with Claire, even during her marriage with Patrick

But when things got rocky, you noticed

More specifically, Claire did

Kids are smart little nuggets and they pick up on that stuff, whether you mean for them to or not

You noticed a difference in Claire, and it went on long enough for you to get concerned

You had reached out to Allison, suggesting a friendly little discussion about Claire and your concerns

Allison wasn't exactly thrilled about it, I mean, who would want people picking up on that??

But she did it, and was, eventually, glad she had

First and foremost, she was willing to for Claire's sake

But you had already proven to be an involved teacher who took the time to know each student and did your best to attend to each of their needs

That's a big point-getter in Allison's book, as it is with most parents

So she heard you out, and you two had a great talk

It lasted a little longer than either of you anticipated, but not for the wrong reasons

Claire was certainly better off for it, but, to Allison's surprise, so was she

It was an unspoken lifesaver, having you keyed in on the situation at home cause in times where she showed up a bit late to pick Claire up (thanks to meeting with lawyers that occasionally ran late), you were there with great understanding and, more often than not, putting a smile on her daughter's face

Again, I wanna stress that it didn't happen often, and when it did it she felt a lot of guilt and stress; she would come rushing in, rain on her jacket and slightly out of breath stating she was had made it, and traffic didn't help but she came as fast as she could, and yet, that stress was ebbed away -- by just a hair -- when she saw you with Claire

The two of you would be in the classroom, you sat with her in one of those little kiddie chairs, coloring with her, the two of you laughing about something

Claire would be telling a story as you two scribbled away with the crayons -- she'd be giving you advice on shading techniques you eagerly accepted in between her words -- and Allison had hardly seen another adult other than herself and Patrick talk to her like that; really on her level and taking her seriously, with great respect, while still indulging and being silly and encouraging and letting her be a kid

You weren't ever condescending, with any of the kids, is what I'm getting at

Any worry she had that you would be upset or agitated in any way with her for being even the slightest bit late vanished when you two would look up and welcome her with big smiles and a brief summary of the day and/or whatever games or activities you kept yourselves entertained with

She'd still apologize profusely to you and Claire, but time and time again, you reassured her you understood

Even on days where, yeah, sure it'd been a long, tiring day and a nice hot bath at home was calling your name, you never let it interfere with Claire's needs and until she was back with her or Patrick, she was your responsibility

Claire is also just the cutest, sweetest, smartest little nugget and you love interacting with her

You're a HUGE help and your being her teacher makes a difference both her parents appreciate, divorce or not

You do get along with Allison a bit more though

Claire sometimes gets impatient when you get talking with her mom, cause whenever it happens she feels like she's waiting there forever

You two always have something to talk about, and by the time the school year ends, you and Allison are close and even though things get bittersweet as Claire moves up into a new grade with a new teacher, everyone's happy to hear you're just down the hall

(And one phone call away)

Look, you're a hit in Allison's book, that's allll 👀👀

KLAUS HARGREEVES:

SUNSHINE BABY WHOM I LOVE DEEPLY ALSO

Very kissable nose

Relatable hero

Has done nothing wrong ever in his life and we know this

This one is short, but sweet 😋

Uniquely enough, you technically knew Klaus from the 1960s and met him in 2019

That is... the new 2019.

History nerd here! Out of all the chaos surrounding the JFK incident in Dallas (edit: The Kennedy Six! Thank you s3!!) you were particularly horrified/captivated by the cult Destiny's Children that swept the nation in the early 60s

It utterly fascinated you, particularly the fact that the cult ─ and it's leader ─ materialized and disappeared out of thin air all within the matter of three years, without a trace

Needless to say, when you bumped into him on the sidewalk your eyes went wide

Klaus, who was still used to being occasionally recognized as The Séance back in his 2019 was surprised to hear your claims of the Prophet

He had felt his muscles tighten and the dread creeping into his chest - he should of known his luck wouldn't be better than this - he wouldn't ever escape the title of Prophet

You had given a nervous laugh

"I wouldn't exactly call myself a member of Destiny's Children," you chuckled. Klaus' looked at you, almost shocked. "Erm, no offense," you were tempted to say

"Oh?"

"No, see, erm, I'm just a bit of a history buff? I'm probably way too into conspiracies, and the sudden rise and disappearance of the Prophet in the 1960's is one of my favorites. I mean, people actually say they swore they saw him in Dallas one day, in strange clothing shortly before he came on the rise. I mean," you laugh in wonder, looking at him curiously. Like you were challenging him. "It's like he just... dropped right out of the sky,"

Klaus had huffed a little laugh, and gave you a cocky smile. "Got any theories?"

FIVE HARGREEVES:

Believe it or not, you two met in the apocalypse a few weeks after he landed there

You honestly don't know how you survived, you were still scratching your head over that one

Let's just say your neighbors paranoia-fueled survival lifestyle complete with bunkers can sometimes pay off I guess, nevermind the fact you still should have been cooked

But who needs all that when you're trying to come up with plot!

But here you were, wondering if you could call it luck that your neighbors were out of town and you just happened to be house sitting for them when you saw the alerts

It bought you seconds at most and you obtained some pretty impressive burns but you lived. You lived.

You couldn't say the same for same for your family or the rest of the world

for all you knew you were the last one on earth and it was devastating

You were on your own for years, surviving on scraps in the bunker, and when you deemed it safe enough to leave you scavenged from there

It wasn't until your third year in the apocalypse you found Number Five

You didn't think he was real - he didn't think you were

Both of you were supposed to be the last ones on earth. Both of you had endured the end of the world, lost your family and survived a global catastrophe and had fought to survive and see another day for three years believing you'd never see another living human

And then you were just

there.

You'd think stumbling upon each other in such a high risk environment would be a startle, right?

Yeah. You'd think.

Relief was all that could be felt in such a time

Neither of you were the only ones on earth! And if you two were alive maybe others were!

It became quite clear quite quickly that you two were each other's only hope against the cruel, unforgiving loneliness at the end of the world

But you two still made it your mission to find others, even if it was just a reason to keep each other up and surviving

So the two of you, and your little, 15-16 yr old selves, set about the apocalyptic wasteland and grew up together

Well into your 30s and 40s, you two celebrated every birthday, every holiday, even every mourning day together (the day you two took to honor your families and everyone who lost their lives)

And then, as your 60s crept up on you, your dying world was flipped on its ass a second time

That being your recruitment for the commission along side Five ofc

It took some convincing with the Handler, but Five and you were long since a package deal

You were separated for a bit when sorted into the commission, but neither of you let that happen for too long

And before you knew it, Five and his silver (albeit snarky) tongue got you two on the same mission

The mission to be exact

Where he had long since been planning your escape

Of course, you can probably guess what happened next

He got the math wrong, and now you two were forced back into your 13 year old bodies

Which was actually kinda weird seeing each other like that besides the obvious reasons

You two hadn't met each other at that point, but it still wasn't too far off from your 16 yr old selves

But that's beside the point

You were now back in the year 2019

As a 13 yr old

Where your family was

And his

You came a long way from the end of the world together, that's for sure

BEN HARGREEVES:

Okay, okay

Stay with me on this one-

You're a ghost

Shocker for a Ben story, right?

You did, however, meet when you were children

Well, teens anyway

After Five disappeared, and several months before The Jennifer Incident

Klaus had been showing less and less interest (if one could even call it that) in his powers, especially now that Five was gone :(

Nothing was ever the same since, and (nobody knew it yet but) it was only going to get so much worse :((

But for a very brief period, Ben and Klaus made a little friend on an away mission

It wasn't exactly an Others situation, but it wasn't ...not ??? (mainly cause I haven't seen and/or read it but I do know about it kinda?? PFFTT)

They totally didn't realize you were dead, and/or that Klaus had summoned you

They were nice to you when you needed a friend

And some help

You followed them back home -- per their invitation -- and it wasn't until after you returned with them that things kinda fell into place

It made sense to them, after the initial shock

You weren't even entirely sure yourself, but like I said...

Things clicked

It was a difficult thing to process, but ultimately, given lack of family/friends around, you didn't exactly object to the idea of sticking around

... :(

Ben soon joining you was not something you were exactly excited about. You didn't want that for him! You didn't want that for anybody!

Oddly though, your being around and familiar by then made his transition easier

If you weren't close before, you were now

It's kind of hard not to bond over a situation like yours

It wasn't all doom and gloom though, you two found ways to have fun

Playing pranks had been a shared interest even before the Jennifer Incident, but pulling pranks as a ghost duo just opened so many doors lmao

Yall make it work for you, you adorable chaotic bastard duo <3

VIKTOR HARGREEVES:

You were in Viktor's orchestra!

You were in the (wood?)winds section, him ofc, in strings

The two of you tended to be the first (or more often, last) arrivals which became its own ice breaker

You always stood out to Viktor, but he could never place why

But it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself lingering at the door after packing up for the day, his eyes wandering across the room and seeing you still sitting in your chair, carefully and meticulously cleaning your flute for the day

He couldn't place it, but he felt as though going over, saying hi and just making nice was something that needed to be done

He eventually worked up the courage

"Hey," he had said, maybe just a little too quiet

You looked up all the same, a polite smile on your face that stuck out from the "polite" smiles he usually got from other members

"Hi,"

Bless yall, you two awkward cuties

"Your solo was beautiful, i really enjoyed it"

"Oh," you perked, sitting up a little bit straighter and your smile just a little bit bigger. "Well, thank you,"

Like I said, awkward cuties adpjfdt--😍

You complimented him on his playing too, and you just had a way of speaking that made it impossible for Viktor to think it was just you being nice

The longer you two speak the harder it is to believe you two hadn't previously known each other (outside of a first name basis that is) sooner

Yall have a lot in common, and are already talking about meeting after practice some time when you're interrupted

Apparently you two had sat talking long enough that people were waiting to shut down and close up the place

A bit flustered, but decidedly not in the slightest bit done with your conversation, the two of you grabbed your things and scuttled out and stumbled into the nearest coffee shop

It became a Friday tradition

And then you started doing it on Mondays too

And then soon enough, it became abnormal for you two not to hear from each other at least once or twice a week

I'll say it again

Cuties 🥰

LILA PITTS:

It wasn't supposed to happen like this

At least, that's what Lila kept telling herself

Everything had been going according to plan. That was until she actually met her two targets; Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb-Arse

A.K.A; Diego and you

Yep. A Hargreeves. She couldn't believe she was falling for a bloody Hargreeves

The plan was so simple

boring, more like it

after her recovery, the Handler had finally sniffed out the coordinates of your and your siblings whereabouts

Tsk, Tsk little Five, tsk tsk. Him and his siblings were scattered everywhere in different times - left to fend for themselves in a new place. All alone.

It was perfect!

And, by the looks of it, she had found an even more perfect target:

Diego Hargreeves - The Kraken - little stuttering Number 2. The weaker of his siblings and the more naive of his umbrella counterpart - Number Eight; The Magnet (the Handler's words, not mine)

While Diego had a reputation for his trajectories, you were well known for your skills in retrieval - just about anything you could lay your eyes on you could summon forth directly into your hand with the flick of your wrist. And despite your contrasting differences and how the public often depicted you two in your youth, you and your brother where as thick as thieves

Which is precisely why neither Lila or her mother anticipated you getting your ass tossed in the ward right alongside your brother

Again, the public reputation of your family was very different from reality

So when Lila got herself tossed in the ward and her hands on the patient list ─ don't ask how, some things are better left a mystery ─ she was certain she had the right Hargreeves

'D. Hargreeves'. Right in between 'M. Haddock' and 'V. Haverly'

Plain and simple. It was that dimwitted Diego she had heard so much about

Which is precisely why it threw her through such a loop when you showed up for group, strolling right up next to your brother and taking a seat with a tired look

Apparently, unlike your brother, you gave a fake name in attempt to avoid as much attention as possible--just in case your father was as well known in this time as you thought he might be

It took a few sessions for you two to finally speak for her to tune into your stories

Diego, ofc, giving his entire life story about the academy, the doomsday you two had just encountered as well as the assassination of JFK he was so determined to stop

You were involved heavily in his stories, and yet you refused to give yours

No doubt these knobs heard Diego's accounts of his assassination attempt on Oswald, saw you with him, and in his stories and decided that was reason enough to throw you in too

The point is, whatever landed you in here you refused to talk

Even when Diego insisted he was telling the truth: even considered demonstrating his powers but you had quickly convinced him that would just get the both of you landed somewhere worse

Okay, that conversation was hilarious and she kinda hated the fact that she laughed a little under her breath

Foolish though, considering her duties

But dang it, she couldn't help it

The first time you two technically met was during group

Granted, everyone was introduced but Lila decided to count it when you first locked eyes with each other

Nothing too extraordinary happened, it was a simple first glance but she'd be lying to herself and everyone here if she said something didn't make her linger for a second longer

The truth is, how you two actually met wasn't exactly one specific moment

but lots of little moments, until you two were actually speaking

Like I said, there were introductions in group

Passing supplies during crafts (you were somehow angrier than your brother when it came to craft making, which struck her as yet another surprise)

Getting ahead of herself every so often during recreation and making the occasional quip at you two

(That's another thing, she loves poking fun at either of you, the reactions she gets are priceless: Diego with his hilariously short fuse and your total unpredictability)

She made sure you came to her first, but not without lots of interference (mentioned above)

Finally, one day, you join her at the fence during a particularly sunny recreation hour and she's just a bit more excited about it than she probably should have been (you're not even her target!)

You aren't right next to her, you aren't super far away

But you're there, gaze raking the outside world beyond the metal fence maybe four paces to her right

You don't say anything at first

You just stand there, huffing about whatever had agitated you, and an easily dismissible look about you no one there but Lila could recognize

It was a feeling she understood without ever having acknowledged it in the first place, one that whispered of the inexplicable itch she'd had for the past several years

And without ever understanding what that feeling was, she still felt it an unspoken connection you two had; just something you two had in common

And maybe, just maybe? you felt it too?

Regardless, you spoke to her properly for the first time ever -- words she would never, ever forget;

"Lifted a pack off of that douche Joe over there," you nodded discreetly across the yard at one of the orderly's under the shade of a small tree. He was slumped against the bark, his head dropping up and down as he fought sleep, his "CALL ME: 'Joe'" nametag hanging crooked and loose. The pack in question extended to Lila with a single cigarette poking up from the mass. "Want one?"

[elliekima]

This Love is Alive (Back from the Dead)

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.7k words

Notes: Reader is AFAB gender neutral with they/them pronouns and was adopted by Reginald Hargreeves along with the original seven umbrellas. They have abilities similar to heartrenders in the Grishaverse. Their powers include control over one’s heart, lungs, and stomach, and other major organ systems (although the brain can be rather tricky). 

I was blown away by the response to my first tua post, I really don't post my writing much but I just love sparrow!ben so much and this word vomit was the result. I hope you guys enjoy it too <333

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You took in the view of the half-destroyed farmhouse for the last time before closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for the next jump. If it was anything like the last one, you shuddered, your stomach may never recover. Of course, at least this time you were using an actual device made for time travel—even if it was weirdly shaped like a briefcase, seriously couldn’t they use a watch or something? It was so much less bulky and easier to carry around, not to mention harder to lose—instead of relying on your brother's dubious time travel abilities. 

Klaus’ sudden interruption to grab a hat was dramatic, in the way he usually was, but even you could admit it helped lighten the mood. ‘No matter what happens,’ you thought to yourself, ‘at least you had your family.’ You ignored the pain that came with the thought of Ben, the one sibling you would be leaving behind this time. Even if he died years ago, which left you grieving and heartbroken, you knew he was still around. Unlike the rest of your siblings, you knew Klaus wouldn’t lie about seeing Ben. You even asked him once, about a month after Ben’s death, if you could speak to him or send him a message somehow. 

Klaus, his eyes serious and clear for the first time since Ben’s death, responded, “He misses you too y/n, he’s standing right next to you actually. Sometimes he wanders over to check on you and make sure you’re doing okay.” He paused after that, head cocked and you just knew he was listening to Ben speak, which was almost enough to break you until you were suddenly swept into Klaus’ arms. It was unexpected but nice, even if his next words made you want to break down and start throwing things, “He wants you to move on y/n. I know it sounds impossible and crazy but you can’t let yourself obsess over his death and wither into nothing. You were meant for so much more than dad’s shitty plans for us. Keep breaking hearts y/n, never stop.” You laughed at that, hysterical and relieved because Ben was really there with you. You held on to Klaus as laughter turned into sobs because it was only then that it really sunk in, he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You shook your head to clear the thoughts of him, you processed his first death a while back and there was plenty of time to process his second ghostly death once you were back home in your little apartment with plenty of tequila. Finally, Five finished checking the briefcase’s settings and made eye contact with you. He gave you a weak smile, and you couldn’t help but return it. The smile was forced—you’re pretty sure it looked more like a grimace, really—but it seemed to reassure him. He reached for the briefcase and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before the (hopefully) final jump. 

The whooshing sound of time travel—and wasn’t that weird? You thought you and your siblings being traumatized child superheroes was as crazy as it got before adding the thought of alternate timelines and apocalypses into the mix—filled the air around you. It was as unpleasant as ever, although significantly less bumpy thanks to the briefcase. You mentally cheered your stomach on for surviving the trip this time around, and hoped it would keep up the good work. Less than a minute later you felt yourself landing on a familiar carpet, thankfully without the need to puke everywhere.

You stood there, eyes pressed shut, letting out the breath you were holding. You tried to force them open, but fear overtook you. For a moment, you wondered if you should even bother opening your eyes at all. You spent the last year or so running around trying not to die, first from the apocalypse, then from the bigoted idiots of the 1960s, and then from another apocalypse. Standing here, in what you hoped was your old house, felt too good to be true. 

You could hear your siblings groaning and trying to orient themselves after the jump, but still couldn’t open your eyes yet and risk the chance that something went wrong. So your coping mechanism was avoidance, maybe if you never opened your eyes, you would never see what fucked up timeline you and your siblings landed in this time. You weren’t safe yet, not when you needed to fight again but holy shit you were so fucking tired and— 

“What… what day is it?” Luther asked. 

At his words, your eyes snapped open before your brain could convince you it was a bad idea and you took in your surroundings. It looked like your old house, but as you scanned the room, your instincts started to itch, warning you that something was wrong. It didn’t seem too bad though, so you weren’t overly panicked yet but you refused to let your guard down. Suddenly, your eyes locked onto a painting. You weren’t sure, since you never really paid attention to the art your father collected, but you could’ve sworn that painting used to be a castle instead of a mountain. Across you, Five scrambled for the newspaper in front of him and his next words shook you out of your stupor.

“It’s April 2, 2019,” he said, a smug grin already starting to stretch across his face, “the day after the apocalypse.”

The rest of your siblings started celebrating but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in your head, the voice telling you that there was something wrong. But Five was already heading to the living room, Allison was crying and talking about Claire, and Vanya’s looked dead on her feet. They all looked so happy, and that was enough to stop you from saying something about it. ‘Let them have this moment,’ you thought. After all, if they needed to run again, at least they had this one moment of absolute relief to keep them going.

You let yourself get caught up in their energy, swinging an arm around Diego and following the rest of your siblings into the living room. However, the good mood that was beginning to bloom died at the sight of the painting that hung over the mantlepiece. Diego noticed it too, asking the rest of your siblings if they could see it too. God, you wish you hadn’t. You stared at his face, one you thought you’d never see again. You couldn’t help but compare it to the last time you saw him, desperately searching the painting for any differences from his last appearance in the theatre in 2019 when Vanya first ended the world. 

In the background, you noticed your father rising from his seat in some shadowed corner and your siblings arguing with him. Fuck the old man, all you could do was stare at the man you love so much. Granted, the two of you never really got around to admitting your feelings for each other before he died and other than that one instance with Klaus, he refused to be a messenger for any conversations between the two of you. The hope you’ve been pushing back started to grow again until you realized that there must be a reason Ben’s painting was there. After all, in your timeline, the painting was of Five, who disappeared one day and they all thought was dead. If Ben’s painting was in his place, who knows what could have happened to him. You began to spiral until a hauntingly familiar voice interrupted your impending breakdown.

“Dad, who the hell—” Ben starts, before pausing as he took in the scene in the living room. He stared at you, looking gutted and vulnerable, “…Y/n?”

You turned to stare at him the moment you heard his voice, as if on autopilot. His voice was a little deeper, but you guess that’s what happens when it’s been 14 years since you last spoke to him. You breathed out his name in shock and he started to smile, brittle and hopeful, before your brain restarted. You ran towards him and he ran to you, the two of you colliding in the middle of the living room. Your siblings paused their argument with your dad to stare at the new developments but fuck them, Ben was here and he was alive and that’s all that matters to you. He wrapped his arms around you and started spinning you around, your hair flying around you while you squeezed him back just as hard. You laughed freely for the first time since this whole mess started as you stared at him, categorizing all the changes. His hair was no longer gelled back like when you were kids, instead, he wore it spiky on top and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it and mess it up. He lost the softness on his face from back when you were teenagers, growing into his features and you felt yourself fall a little more in love with him. He set you down and you buried your face in his chest—that was another change, when did he get so built?—and it was all you ever dreamed about since that fateful mission when you were 17. 

Distantly, you heard your family erupt into screaming behind you but all you could focus on was the man in your arms. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him, the detergent mom uses, and—is that some new fancy cologne? Regardless, it was the most comfort you’ve felt in years and you’d rather kickstart another apocalypse than let go of him. 

It seemed like Ben felt the same, because his arms only tightened around you and he tucked his face onto the top of your head. Suddenly, you realized you’ve been too busy saving the world to take a proper shower (So what, at least you made it out alive! The 60s had shit bath products anyway,) and tried to pull away. You heard a disgruntled sigh above you before he whispers, “Stop squirming y/n, you may smell like shit but it's the first time I’ve seen you in 13 years. Besides, I’ve seen you covered in blood and other gross shit after missions, you’ve had worse moments than this.”

Your mind was still fuzzy from seeing Ben, but something about his words seemed to alert your instincts. You replayed the moment in your head, it has been 13 years since he died but wouldn’t he have seen you while he was hanging around Klaus? But if he was standing here, alive, then he wouldn’t have died and hung around with Klaus all the time. You would’ve seen each other, grown up together the way you always planned to. The dots were starting to connect, and you hated the picture it painted. You stiffened and tried to pull away again, intent to ask him what he meant, when Diego’s voice cut through the bubble you found yourselves in.

“Woah woah wait, who the hell are you weirdos?” he exclaimed as he stared at the people filing in behind Ben. They were studying your siblings behind you but seemed to glance at the pair of you standing off to the side. The way they stared at you, all wide-eyed wonder and fragile hope seemed familiar. It was the same look you gave Ben, not the mention the look your siblings gave him too. Instantly, the dots fully connected in your mind and your heart filled with dread. You let your arms fall away from him as you stared at him, trying to keep your emotions from showing on your face but failing miserably. “You’re not my Ben, are you?” you asked, voice shaking.

He released you slowly, almost like he wanted to hold on to you and never let go, but the look on your face was enough to give him pause. Tension was building between the two families, making him tense up further as everyone seemed to stare at the two of you. He looked away from the rest of the room and stared at you, brown eyes reflecting your pain back at you as he said, “No, I don’t think I am. You aren’t my y/n either.” 

It was a statement, one that almost broke you, but your father’s booming voice behind you gave you enough strength to pull yourself together. ‘We can break down later, once not!Ben isn’t in front of you and you aren’t surrounded by your siblings and strangers,’ you told yourself, facing your father. 

He was ranting about your siblings being crazy assholes in 1963, which was fair because you were assholes to him, but in your defense, he was a shitty father and he looked and acted exactly the same way, how the hell were you supposed to be civil? You couldn’t believe he hated you all enough to just, not adopt you as children anymore. He even changed your name! Where the fuck did ‘Sparrow’ come from anyway? Distantly, you wondered how that affects the timeline but you filed that away for another day. First, you needed to regroup, preferably after a nice long bath.

You steeled yourself to join your siblings’ argument against your father and his new children but a hand brushing yours made you pause. You turned back to face him, you blinking your tears away as you studied him. This wasn’t the boy you grew up with, but you could read him just as easily as you read your Ben. His face was set in practiced neutrality, but you could see his eyes pleading with you to listen. He tugged you back towards him and whispered in your ear, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I watched you die once in my arms and there’s no fucking way I’m letting you walk out of my life again. If your siblings are anything like mine, this won’t end well. I won’t let anything happen to you, never again y/n. I’d sooner unleash the eldritch horrors on the world than lose you again. So please—” he took a breath, eyes meeting yours “meet me at our cafe when this is done?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The rest of the room seemed to fade around you, all you could see and hear and feel was him, both the Ben you know but somehow not. You knew this was a test, and you were desperate to get it right. He may not have been the Ben you grew up with, but he still was Ben, wasn’t he? Sure, he grew up with another set of siblings—’another version of you,’ your brain supplied—but in the end, he was still the same person. Despite the thousand different scenarios running through your mind, hope started to build in your chest: all-consuming, traitorous, and pretty damn inconvenient. You gave him a tiny smile and whispered back, hoping to all the deities out there that you were right, “On the corner of 9th and 22nd? I’ll be there after kicking your ass babe.”

His growing smile turned into a familiar smirk and he opened his mouth, ready to retort when you quickly tiptoed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you Squid Boy,” you added teasingly before hurrying back to your family, grinning at his blush. “Bring it on heartbreaker,” he replied with a wink.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to stand next to Allison, ignoring the looks your siblings shot you. Besides, Luther was looking pretty damn smitten with the pretty girl standing near Ben, you’d get them to bully him instead. You grinned at Ben from where you stood, readying your hands together as he unleashed his tentacles, both groups of siblings facing off against each other. 

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Oh, Well | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x afab!gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 4.3k

✦ request — hi could i request a five/plus size reader smut where they kinda bicker a lot (have a lot of tension) and are stuck in a tight closet together hiding ?

✦ warnings — nsfw, some bickering, tension, awkwardness, hints at intrafamilial violence (just a comment, nothing major), reader has a scar, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this), vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal sex, cumshot, some kind of aftercare.

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"Yes, Diego, you can punch them if they don’t cooperate, what kind of question is that?!” Before Diego could answer, Luther turned to the other side and added, “Five, take (Name) with you."

"What?!" you complained.

"Luther, no!" Five whined.

You should have known that befriending this endearingly dysfunctional family would backfire one day.

Luther was such a nice person that you never imagined he would ever bestow this upon you. Viktor was your usual partner when you had to split, but he was with Allison now.

Klaus and Ben were inseparable so unless they needed a codebreaker, which was essentially what you were, you were not needed there.

There wasn't an enigma or code you couldn't figure out. Unless, of course, the fucking enigma was sentient and a pain in the ass.

God, Five got on your nerves like nobody else had even tried to. You didn't know what it was about him, but you couldn't keep yourself from fighting him on every little thing and, through months of putting up with his constant need of being right, you found out he felt the same.

Shit, Diego was stubborn but you would have taken him over Five any day without any complaints. He was Lila's problem, though, and at any other moment, you would have been relieved.

"Why can't I go with you?"

Luther blinked. "Because I can do it on my own. Besides, Five is going to need you to gather the info."

"Why can't you and I go gather the info?"

"You want Luther, Luther, to sneak into a heavily guarded building?"

You would have thought him to be offended if you didn't know him. "I mean, yeah. It's better than putting up with you."

Five lifted his hands in exasperation. "I am surrounded by children!"

"That's rich coming from the guy who looked like one not even six months ago."

Viktor stood between you and Five, placing a hand on his brother's chest and the other on your shoulder. "Okay, stop it you two!"

"They started."

"I don't care, Five," Viktor put a stop to the incoming rant. "We're all adults, so let's act like it."

You nodded at him. It was always embarrassing to be chastised by Viktor in front of everybody. They never judged, but in your mind, they were thinking 'you just had to make Viktor step in, huh?' and yeah, maybe, but it wasn't intentional.

"Let's just... get it over with, yeah?" You offered, looking around at everybody.

Lila pointed at you. "What they said. I'm getting bored."

Why couldn't you go with Lila? You would have so much fun... well, maybe not her because your powers weren't that useful when fighting, but still.

Resigned, you asked Five, "So, how are we getting inside?"

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"I'm getting us inside, genius."

Oh, that, yeah. "... okay." You offered your hand to him.

Five roughly grabbed it. The discomfort in the pit of your belly was over as quickly as it started. If only the corridor you appeared in was empty… oh, well.

Eyes were on you and Five and for the first time since you met him, you wished he looked 13 so that you could make a bullshit excuse about your little brother needing the bathroom.

Five didn’t even try to be subtle, choosing to ask about the office you were looking for openly. Unsurprisingly, security was called.

He grabbed your wrist and brought you with him, jumping from floor to floor.

Approaching steps prompted you to share a look. Opening the door closest to you, Five pushed you inside an empty closet.

He closed the door and shuffled to tug on the chain dangling between you to turn the light on. "Let's hope they stop following us soon."

"They wouldn't be following us if you knew how to keep your stupid mouth shut," you whisper-shouted.

Five inhaled deeply, lifting his finger to point at you before deciding it wasn't worth it. "Just do as I say."

"Yes, because that—"

He covered your mouth with his hand. "You're gonna get us caught if you continue being petty."

As if he wasn't petty!

But he was right, as much as it pained you to admit. You nodded against his hand so he would move off you. As much as he could move in such a closed space anyway.

Five removed his hand and rested his back against the door. He also put the lock on just to be safe.

"Do you know what time is it?" you spoke as quietly as you could.

"Why? Got somewhere to be?"

"Just curious."

"It must be like six or something. We should be out of here by nine."

You hummed.

"What's bothering you?"

"It's hot in here."

"Take your sweater off,” he simply said, as though that was the solution to all of your problems.

The sweater never came off, he should have known that by now.

"Was it a gift or something?"

"No."

"Look, just take the thing off, let your body cool off before you dehydrate."

"Okay. Turn around."

Five groaned. "There's no space."

"I don't want you to look at my body."

"I know what bodies look like."

"Yeah, but this is mine."

“Would it make you feel better if I turn the light off?”

“No.”

“Tough luck.” He started undoing the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“You’re not the only one who’s hot.” He stopped in his tracks, dropping his hands. “I mean as in—”

“I know what you meant, don’t make it awkward.”

Too late. It was awkward from the second he brought his hands up to undo the first button. Fuck.

As though he didn’t know it was already so fucking awkward you would rather be out there being chased, he undid the placket buttons on his sleeves and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

He couldn’t be idiotic enough to not know what he was doing. And if he was, you just hoped whichever God existed would have mercy on you.

Five looked almost innocent, peering at you as you did your best to not stare at him. As if there was anything else to stare at in the first place. Your goddamned luck.

The tiny closet was getting hotter, and you were sure the enclosed space had nothing to do with that.

Resigned, you grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it off. Five cleared his throat.

You looked at the wall beside you. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not.”

“Good.”

You expected many crazy things to happen that day yet standing before Five in just a white undershirt and jeans wasn’t one of them. It wasn't a proper undershirt but a camisole with bra support which made it even worse.

His silence was such a bad sign, too. Since when didn’t he have the energy to fight with you? There were ways to fight almost silently. Besides, there wasn’t any sound around you apart from the sighs he let out from time to time.

You held your sweater in your hand, feeling your skin grow sweaty as the weight and thickness of the material enveloped your palm.

"Why don't you just go create a distraction or something?"

"Because I would have to kill over one hundred innocent employees."

"There has to be another way, Five."

"Huh."

"What?"

"You rarely call me by my name."

"Well, I would do it more often if you were nicer."

"Would you?" For once, it didn't sound like a challenge.

"Ah, probably not,” you admitted. You weren’t about to lie to yourself just to spite him. You had done it many times before and it never ended well.

"Are you scared we're going to die here?"

"No. I would if the closet was air-tight."

"So it's not the possibility of dying or that you're busy later."

"Exactly."

"Well, I'm lost, then."

That was a first.

You shifted, doing your best to not lean into him. “I’m getting a cramp.”

He rested his hands on your waist, making you jump. “Sorry,” he softly apologized. “Just come here.” He brought your upper body onto his. “Stretch your legs.”

You groaned, immediately hiding your face in his chest to muffle your curses. Dropping your sweater, you fisted his shirt. “Fuck, it hurts.”

“Breathe, you’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent by mere coincidence. It was rich, musky yet crisp.

“Thanks.” You lifted your head, forgetting you were so close.

Your noses bumped, you drew in a breath, and Five looked down. The warmth of his hands weighed on you, your knuckles were almost white as you viciously gripped his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping you grounded. And it was.

You would snap if you let go of his blue shirt, and you had the feeling he would snap if he moved his hands.

Searching for his eyes, you only found a parted mouth and the crease of his brow. You weren’t blind, or dumb, he looked attractive when he was focused — he was quite the looker in general, everybody in his family was.

But there was something about Five Hargreeves. It was a poorly kept secret between you and your conscience.

He whispered your name.

Your heart leaped in your chest. “Mmh?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You should have said no, you should have pretended this was a misunderstanding, you should have blamed the forced proximity of the situation. But that would make you a hypocrite and a coward, two things you hated with a passion. “Yes.”

He slanted his head as he closed the small gap between your faces, pressing his lips against yours. They were soft, perhaps too soft for the diet you had seen him follow, the most surprising part, however, was how willing you were to continue kissing him, how scared you were that he’d pull away.

Would it be weird if you kissed him more firmly? Did he even like that? How many boundaries would you cross if you dove into what you wanted?

You shakily rested your hands on his shoulders. The plan was to wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, a flawless one until you became frozen. His mouth slowly parted from yours, and barely moving any other muscle of his face, Five breathed heavily against your nose.

His lips were suddenly on yours again, so abruptly that the surprised sound your throat had made was swallowed by his kiss. He slowly slid his hands down your sides, reaching your outer thighs and tracing them up and down.

You quickly pulled away. "Turn the light off. Hurry."

Five withdrew a hand from your body and turned the light off. Breathless, he whispered, "Maybe we should keep it off."

"Yeah."

Voices echoed outside the closet. Five and you stood completely still.

This, silence, was uncommon between you. Insulting each other and complaining was your thing, yelling at each other too, not standing almost chest to chest, trying not to make a sound after having made out.

As the voices became fainter until they couldn't be heard anymore, you rested your head against the wall behind you. "Now what?"

"We wait for everybody to leave."

"Maybe we should have come at night."

"Luther didn't want to wait. You know how he is."

Luther worried, that was it, but you understood why his siblings didn't see it like that. You wouldn't have if he was your brother.

"Is the scar on your arm the reason you always wear long sleeves?"

You didn't think he'd ask. Or notice.

"They're comfortable."

"That wasn't my question."

You were glad he couldn't see you now. "Not many people know about it."

Five shifted. "What happened?"

"A fight at home went wrong."

His knee bumped yours as he got as close as possible. Five rested a hand on your waist.

"Can I touch it?" he breathed out the question against your face.

"The scar?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I really want to touch it."

You opened your mouth to tell him it sounded weird, but you didn't dare say so. It wasn't that weird in the first place, scars were interesting and they felt nice when they weren't on your body.

Maybe he followed that logic. The thought was a little terrifying, you weren't looking to have things in common with Five.

Some would say you already had.

"Okay." You wished you could see his reaction, but it was for the best that you didn't.

The pads of his fingers were rough, skin dry, he probably had never applied moisturizer.

The movement was slow, he barely put pressure on your skin as he steadily traced the scar.

"Do you hate it?"

"Yes."

Five hummed, hand still on your arm. "I don't hate it."

You had no answer to his comment, not even a sarcastic one.

Was he expecting you to tell him more about it just because you had some time to waste?

That didn't sound like him. Five always asked for what he wanted, or took it if it was needed. You didn't hate that about him.

"I guess you don't have to live with it."

"I have scars of my own."

"Do you hate them?"

"No, but I think about them often." He wasn't interested in talking about himself, or his scars for that matter, and so he asked, "Can I kiss it?"

"If... you want to..."

"Why else would I ask?" His voice dropped as he leaned in.

His lips made contact with your skin and you jumped. Five didn't apologize.

He started near your elbow, at the bottom of the scar. His mouth was warm against your skin, too warm, almost burning.

You let out a shaky breath as he carried on, tracing your scar with his lips, kissing his way up.

Five kissed your skin past the scar until he reached your shoulder.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck where you slid your fingers into his hair. Five sighed, pressing his lips against your neck as your fingers massaged his scalp.

His sighs quickly became quiet moans. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop pressing the pads of your fingers on his head.

Five pressed his body against yours, flush against your middle, hips pushing you against the wall.

Against your skin, he said, "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"No what?"

"Don't stop."

He took that as an encouragement to leave a mark on your neck, eliciting a whine from you.

“We gotta be quiet,” he reminded you.

Easier said than done.

He made it even harder by rolling his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist. Five kissed you again, his tongue slid past your lips just as you scratched his nape.

A few questions popped into your head. Where did he learn to kiss? How did he know the way you liked to be kissed? And could he maybe give tips to other guys so you wouldn't be left disappointed every time after him?

As though sensing your distraction, he asked against your lips, “Are you comfortable?”

“No,” you honestly answered. “But this will do.”

“You sure? We can—"

“Don’t you dare.”

He huffed a laugh and briefly pressed his lips against yours. “Very well...” Five dragged his hands down to your thighs. "Push your hips forward."

You did as you were told, making it easier for him to undo your jeans and pull them down. He grabbed at your thighs, sighing as his palms finally made contact with the soft skin there.

His fingers brushed the waistband of your panties, and in consequence your belly. "Is it okay if I take these off too?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

He softly pulled on them, as though scared he would tear them off. He probably would, the material was soft, and light to avoid any ventilation issues.

For a while, he just caressed your thighs, barely grazing your center. It was unnerving, but not unwelcome. Eventually, he reached where you needed him the most.

He parted your folds with his fingers. You gasped as he traced your slit and pursed your lips to keep quiet as he brushed your clit.

He slipped a finger into your pussy, eyes on you as he used the thin line of light sneaking in through the one to gauge your reaction. He breathed out a laugh — it sounded more like the type of smile one lets out while talking on the phone.

"Wish I could take my time with you," he admitted. "But I don't want to ruin your back." Saying that, he started pumping his finger inside you.

You had never been the quiet type, much less when being fingered, but the prospect of being caught by people who were already worried both of you would steal from them was exhilarating.

Five added a second finger, prompting you to quickly bring a hand of yours to cover your mouth. He leaned his forehead against the back of your hand, aiding you.

Your chest mirrored the rhythm of the rise and fall of his own. His free hand steadied you as he pushed harder into you, curling his fingers inside you.

You really wished you could see him, and perhaps that he could see how much pleasure he was bringing you. There was no doubt he could tell, but you had observed him for long enough to know he liked to watch.

Another godforsaken thing in common.

Lifting his head, he briefly let go of your body to pull your hand away from your mouth. His lips replaced your hand as he kissed you roughly, biting your bottom lip in the process.

"Help me out of these, will you?" he whispered.

You asserted he was talking about his trousers. He kissed you as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants — you pulled them down, touching his clothed cock by mistake. He stopped moving his fingers inside you and made a sound in your mouth.

Instead of apologizing, now you intentionally touched his cock, grabbing it from on top of his underwear. Five broke the kiss and hissed.

"I'm gonna get them out of the way, okay?"

"Yeah," he quickly answered.

Once his cock was free, you slowly wrapped your hand around it. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you felt it throb; Five sighed.

Taking your time, —because although your feet were starting to hurt, you had many minutes to spare— you leisurely stroked his shaft. He resumed fingering you, trying to prove he could focus better than you.

You sped up, firmly squeezing his cock as you moved your fist up and down. The problem was, he sped up too and he had an advantage: he could easily keep his balance while standing up no matter what, he was probably used to jerking off standing up in the shower or something.

Your legs hurt, not only because the space was tight, but because you were tight around his fingers too and he showed you no mercy. You hated that he seemingly knew you so well.

Oh, well, you could accept defeat if you got to come.

Five kissed you softly, dragging his lips to your chin, then your jaw. He went slightly up to your ear and nipped at it. "Can't wait any longer," he whispered, giving you goosebumps.

Withdrawing your hand from his cock, you found yourself missing the weight on your hand. Soon, he pulled his fingers out of you and cruelly, noisily, licked them. With a satisfied hum, Five teased you by pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy.

The teasing was, thankfully, brief. "Are you ready? We can stop if you want."

"I'm ready," you assured him.

He didn't need convincing. Pushing his cock in, he growled. You did your best to only whimper lowly, to keep yourself from telling him to hurry up and fuck you — you didn't trust your voice or the things your loose tongue could spill as long as he moved.

And move he did, sure you weren't hurting and sure he wouldn't come by the second pump, Five pushed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into you.

As he sped up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, scared either of you would hit your head. With the same intention of avoiding an injury, Five firmly held your hips, digging his fingers into your skin as he fucked you.

There was no rhythm, no alternative either in the way he fucked you. The space was what it was, you couldn't fault him for the latter, but you wondered if, perhaps, he had thought about this before, if the lack of rhythm and the harsh way he was fucking you meant something more, or if you were merely getting too hung up on the fact that he knew how to fuck you just right.

He didn't treat you like couldn't take it as many did, there was no assumption on his behalf that you hadn't been fucked like this before, and he used it to his advantage. Five nipped at your skin, grabbed your body, and hammered into you with the presumption that this was how it was supposed to be.

And it was. You wished more people understood that.

You also wished he wasn't good at that. But he was, and he had you so close to the edge with just his cock that you kissed him so you wouldn't start babbling about it.

He smiled against your mouth because he knew.

Needing to breathe, you parted from his soft lips, letting a string of saliva hanging between your mouths, and admitted you were close. He didn't need that, or any other confirmation for that matter, but he didn't comment on it.

He fucked you through your orgasm, bringing you into his chest so you would muffle your moans with his skin as he wrapped an arm around your neck and covered his mouth.

Again, you wished you could see him. His hair must have been a mess and his face red. You could picture it, and it startingly got you to come.

He thrust in and out a few more times, before parting from you and pulling out. You could tell he was finishing himself off with his hand by the sound of his wet cock against his dry fist. Kissing him, you swallowed his grunts and moans.

Something warm coated your thighs. They must have looked pretty painted with his cum. You didn't stop kissing him, prompting him to grab you by the back of the head and give you the longest kiss you had ever been given.

Hesitant, you pulled away to finally catch your breath which mingled with his as you both breathed against each other.

"Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?"

"Uh... let me see." He went through his pocket. "It's gonna feel weird. I only have a convenience store receipt."

"It's better than walking around with cum on my skin."

"Is it?" he jokingly asked.

"Yes, you ass."

The paper was rough against your skin as Five did his best to clean you up.

In silence, you both fixed yourselves up. What happened would probably be obvious to anybody, there was no way to make yourself look presentable in the dark and without a mirror.

The thin strip of light disappeared. You pulled your cellphone from your pocket and tried to use it as a flashlight, but it was dead.

"Let's give it a few minutes," Five suggested. "Twenty, maybe."

"I have no way of measuring time."

"Counting seconds might help."

You didn't know if he was joking or not. He probably was, because his hands roamed your body until he found your hips. A bout of pain pierced through you as he hit your nose. "Ouch."

"Sorry. What was it?"

"My nose."

"Oh, I wasn't too far away."

"Please stop."

He whined, surely by mistake.

"Can't you wait fifteen minutes?"

"No."

You almost laughed at that. It would have been funny if your eyes weren't watery and your nose didn't burn.

He persisted, but instead of kissing you on the lips, his own brushed your nose. "It wasn't my intention."

"I get it. I'm not mad."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yup."

"I broke my nose once," he said, voice distant. "Dad was mad because I was supposed to spatial jump before anybody could hit me."

"Were you distracted?"

After a pause, he hummed in affirmation. "I couldn't save everybody that day."

"But you tried."

"Yeah. Only I tried. And it brought me a broken nose and a month grounded."

You put your hands on his and dragged them up his arms until you reached his shoulders. Stopping there for a moment, you considered pulling away. You didn't.

You grabbed his neck, using your thumbs to caress his cheeks. You felt him smile, something so rare you would have thought the world would end any second now.

He dragged his lips down, not before giving your nose another peck, and traced your lips with his, not quite kissing you.

A hand left your hip. A click resonated in the room and you squeezed your eyes shut as harsh light hit you.

"A warning would have been nice."

He didn't answer. Five cupped your cheek in his palm, using his thumb to trace your nose. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him already staring at you.

He tapped your nose with his thumb. "We shouldn't tell anybody about this. I don't need Diego knowing he was right when he said there was sexual tension between us."

"God, no." Did Five Hargreeves just boop your nose?

Not giving you time to say or think anything else, Five kissed you for the last time that evening, trapping your bottom lip between his mouth.

As he, begrudgingly, broke the kiss, he handed you your sweater. "Come on, if we hurry up, we might have time to get a drink later."

You hoped you were able to hide how excited his comment made you feel, but going by the twinkle in his eyes, you hadn’t.

Oh, well, there were worse people to take a liking to.

[blossomsl0ve]

How you became the Hargreeves Siblings' first friend

I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm not quite sure how I did but it was good :)

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So your wondering how you and the Hargreeves became friends? Well that a good question and I shall answer.

First of all, I think it was Viktor who first became friends with you

Now how you met.

You walked by the academy everyday to and from school (Well not everyday but the days you would go to school on)

One day, Viktor decides to take a break from practicing and look outside the window

As he looks outside, he sees you walking home from with some of your friends (if you don't have friends for a moment pretend that you for a moment pls 💀)

For a moment, he wishes he could experience that, friendship

Besides that, he doesn't give you much thought so forgets about you

Until a a few days later he sees you again, walking home from school with your friends

Viktor begins to think about befriending you

After giving it some thought, he decides to befriend you.

Although it would take hime some time to actually befriend you. Maybe after at what time you past by to know when to approach you and enough courage to ask you.

I imagine him waiting outside the academy waiting for you to past by.

When you arrive, he stands up and shyly approaches you

He introduces himself and you do the same. He explains that he notice that how you walk by his home everyday and wanted to befriend you and you, of course, accept which makes him happy.

You gave him your number and said your goodbyes

For the next few weeks, you guys have gotten close.

You guys have had sleepovers, hangout etc.

During all of this, he keep it a secret.

Viktor didn't want his father or his siblings to ruin his first friendship with someone.

For the first time in years, he's not alone.

But eventually, they found out.

One of them notice how strange he started acting and decided to tell the other.

Then they started to notice how strange Viktor started acting.

One day, when you and Viktor decided to have a sleepover, Allison walked by Viktor's room.

As she approaches his room, she hears laughing and she slows down.

She leans towards to hear better.

The other voice is not anyone of her siblings which conclude Viktor has a stranger over

Then all of a sudden, it all makes sense. Why Viktor has been strange.

Allison then informs her siblings on what she found out.

So one night, they come to his room wanting to know who the mysterious person.

Viktor tries to act like doesn't know what they're talking about

In the end, they got him to confess.

He explains how he became friends with you and for the past few weeks he has been sneaking out and sneaking you in to hang with you.

He makes them promise not to tell Reginald

They do promise as long as they get be friends with you

Viktor agrees but he tells them he must tell you before they met you.

Once they get an okay sign, they immediately want to meet you.

All of them have never had a friend.

So all of you plan a sleepover.

When you arrive, they crowd and someone has to remind the other not to surround you.

After sometime, you guys got close.

I also have a feeling that they all would try keep you and your visits a secret from Reginald, Grace and Pogo but they already know because they're not good at hiding.

I think for once Reginald let's it slide as long as they don't get distracted and forget about their training and homework

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[xbarrjallenx]

Dancing At A Funeral

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral. 

It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.

The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.

“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.

“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.

Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.

“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.

“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.

“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.

Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.

You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.

“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.

They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.

“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”

He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”

“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.

That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.

Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.

The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.

“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!

“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.

Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.

The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.

“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”

He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”

You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”

“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.

You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.

“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”

He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.

You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.

“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”

A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.

Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.

Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.

“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”

Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.

“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”

You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.

Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.

“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.

The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.

“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.

Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.

“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.

You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.

“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.

“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.

“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.

You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”

He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.

“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.

You missed him. You missed him so damn much.

“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”

You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.

“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.

You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.

“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.

“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”

Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”

When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.

“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”

The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.

“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.

God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.

“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”

You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.

“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”

You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”

He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.

“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.

“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.

His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”

Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just  professed the feelings he had for you.

“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”

As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”

“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?

You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”

[ash-writies]

Hello!! Your so underrated btw, sending love to you! May I um request TUA Ben Hargreeves x reader where Ben talks to y/n again (can be gender neutral reader) while he possesses Klaus from S2? 👀

A/n: thanks shawty <3 I didn’t really know what they should talk about so… Asks are still open for TUA! Feel free to send some! Hope you enjoy this small blurb <3

Summary: You briefly meet Ben after more than a decade and have to part ways as soon as you meet

Warnings: none

~250 words 

“y/n!” Klaus called running up to you.

“What now?” you sighed, turning towards the man, you shouted, “yeah?”

“I need to talk to you real quick,” he panted placing his hands on your shoulders, “It’s me!” Ben!”

“Nice joke Klaus,” you scoffed, “but we have to go. Five is waiting for us.”

“No! No, it’s really me I can prove it!” You rolled your eyes and waited for him. “Remember when I was sixteen and I snuck out to meet you?”

“Everyone knows that by now-” you interrupted.

“Yeah but no one knows that we went to watch The Corpse Bride.”

“Even though we were originally going to watch Robots!” you said, finishing his sentence. He chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him.“I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!” he laughed. You knew what he meant; even though he was always there, he was never able to touch you. You were still laughing as he pulled back with tears burning the edges of his eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and pulled him back into you.

After standing like that for a while, he reluctantly pulled away, “I’m sorry, I have to go find Allison…”

“It’s fine, I’m glad you’re actually here!” you said, grabbing his hand, “you’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a sad smile.

“Until I see you again,” you sighed, giving him one last hug.

“Until I feel you again.”

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Requesting Guide

Requests: Open

Disclaimer that I'm quite slow at writing. But I do want to try and get better at posting stuff regularly. It might take me a while to get to your request but I will try my best!!

I will write: Male Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, fluff, smut(as long as the character is depicted as an adult at some point in their media), angst, trans/nonbinary readers, platonic or familial relationships instead of romantic if requested

I won't write: R/pe, inc/st, p/dophilia, ab/se, Female Reader, smut of characters who are minors(no I will not age them up)

Fandoms & Characters

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie(no smut)

Edmund Pevensie(no smut)

Caspian X

Babylon 5:

Jeffery Sinclair

John Sheridan

Stephen Franklin

G'kar

Marcus Cole

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

Aragorn

Legolas

Frodo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Merlin:

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

The Arcana:

Julian

Asra

Muriel

Lucio

Divider make by: @justlgbtthings

[har-grief]

Preferences ~ When they get jealous

Luther (Number 1)

- Luther is a pretty insecure guy. No matter how much he tries not to show it to you, himself, or anybody else.

- So he probably gets jealous pretty often if we're being real.

- He doesn't want to get involved though, he prefers to keep his distance because he realizes that he's probably being irrational.

- When he gets jealous, you realize almost instantly. You slip away from the person he's jealous of, approach him, and always manage to console him with a hug and a kiss.

- That always cheers him up.

- You hate the fact that he feels insecure about himself, and remind him that you love every single thing about him, and there's no need to be jealous of some basic bitch.

Diego (Number 2)

- Diego gets jealous quite frequently.

- But he knows that you don't like it when he causes a scene. So he always tries his best to behave when he feels jealous.

- Emphasis on 'tries'

- He generally keeps his distance, but the moment this person gets too close to you, he'll waltz right up and introduce himself to whoever it is you're talking to.

- He makes it very clear to the other person that you're his, and he'll even flash the knives he keeps on him at all times.

- The person inevitably feels really uncomfortable and excuses themself, and when they do, you playfully roll your eyes and pretend to be upset when Diego drags you close for a kiss.

- You secretly find his jealousy adorable.

Allison (Number 3)

- Allison isn't one to get jealous very much. But of course, everyone has their moments.

- On the rare occasion, she does get jealous; she becomes extremely clingy.

- Not that you mind.

- She follows you around everywhere, interacting with the people you talk to, glaring at anyone she deems a threat.

- Basically, she is making sure that nobody steps out of line and tries to take you from her.

- You can't always tell when she's jealous at first, she's pretty good at hiding it.

- However, you definitely know she's jealous later on, when she starts skulking and avoiding you.

- In those instances, all she needs is to be told how much you love and appreciate her.

Klaus (Number 4)

- Like Allison, Klaus rarely gets jealous. He knows you can handle yourself just fine, and that you will ward off any unwanted advances.

- When he does get jealous, he'll try to scare the person away from you.

- He'll try to be an intimidating, tough boyfriend, and it's honestly so cute.

- We all know he's a softie.

- The person eventually goes away because of Klaus, but not because they're scared. It's because they're weirded out.

- After the person leaves, you and Klaus just burst into fits of giggles, because you both realize how ridiculous the situation was.

Five (Number 5)

- Five has had only a few great things in his life, and you're one of them. He doesn't want to lose you, so jealousy is common with him.

- He will probably walk up to you and the person who he's jealous of, and smile at you both. Then he'll probably ask if you can go get him a drink.

- You just huff in annoyance and leave. You know what he's about to do. It happens that frequently.

- He threatens the person and warns them not to try anything unless they want to mysteriously disappear overnight.

- When you get back, the person has left and Five is smiling innocently.

- You're usually pretty irritated when Five does this, but he always makes it up to you.

Ben (Number 6)

- Ben is the type who doesn't get jealous very much, but when he does, he feels very insecure.

- He doesn't want to cause a scene, so he just stays away from you and the person. Most likely reading a book in the corner.

- In fact, you're the one that comes to him. The person who Ben is jealous of trails behind you with a smile. You want to introduce the two, unaware of the fact that your boyfriend is jealous.

- After introductions are made, Ben maintains his sweet demeanor towards you, but is very cold and sarcastic towards the other person.

- That's when you know he's jealous.

- The person that Ben is jealous of will probably leave quickly, sensing the tension.

- You reassure Ben that nobody could ever take his place, and give him a loving kiss that makes him grin widely.

Vanya (Number 7)

- Vanya gets jealous a lot.

- She tries not to show it to you, though, because she doesn't want to ruin the moment for you when you look like you're having so much fun with someone else.

- You notice that she's being much quieter than usual. When you ask if she's alright, she tells you she's not feeling well.

- You dismiss both yourself and Vanya so you two can go somewhere quieter.

- It's there that she reveals what she's feeling. She's very open with you, and feels like she can be honest.

- You hug her and say that you're sorry she feels that way; she cheers up instantly.

- You might even return to the person you were previously talking to, with Vanya right by your side, feeling much happier than before.