#Justin h min x reader

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One Shot: I wish I could take back my words

Pairing: Justin H. Min x Black Plus Size Reader

"You-you just don't understand..." Justin sighed in frustration, the room thick with the ongoing tension between you two. A delightful, relaxing afternoon of the two of you cooking together, talking for hours and making some sweet love now had turned into an argument.

It all had started with a joke you had giggled out, mentioned that Justin's racist fans would maybe try to boycott the final season of The Umbrella Academy due to him dating a gorgeous black woman like you. At first, you thought that he'd laugh along with you because the idea was actually funny but once you were met with Justin's cold stare, you knew that you might have struck a nerve.

A big one even.

"What don't I understand, Justin? It was a stupid joke, of course your show will air its final season. Hundred thousands of people are eagerly waiting for it. Netflix won't consciously fumble their bag like that..." you explained with a sigh, slowly getting annoyed too now.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, not cuddling anymore but shooting cold glares at one another now. You did miss the soft warmth of your boyfriend's chest, the soft thumping of his steady heartbeat near your ear.

"Babe, the joke is offensive. Imagine one of my fans saying that about you? Wanting me to dump you due to your skin color...".

Your eyes widened at this statement while a dark cloud of anger started bubbling in your stomach.

"Wow" you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief while clenching your jaw. "Would you dump me for your fans?". The question shot out of you before you could even realize it. Your boyfriend blinked in shock as his cheeks suddenly changed into a soft pink shade. He didn't say a word.

Justin was prone to blushing for 3 reasons:

1. Embarrassment

2. Sexual arousal

3. Being caught doing something

Your eyes didn't leave his rosy cheeks as he suddenly struggled to create a sentence, tumbling over a few syllables as his eyes avoided your face.

"Talk to me..." you whispered, an uneasy feeling now creeping under your skin, a part of you wanting to run and hide but this was not the time for such foolery.

"I-I wouldn't...", your boyfriend hushed in a whisper so light, you easily could've overheard it.

"But..?" , you added.

"I've been having some doubts." , Justin finished. It was quiet after his statement as you needed a few seconds to actually chew over his words. This was new. Not once had you noticed or thought about your lover having doubts about your relationship. About you.

"My love" he gently whispered, panic slowly rising within him. This was not how he had planned to address his fears. The sight of you sitting there, shocked and speechless was very unpleasant. He knew that he had hurt you. He knew that he had reacted in the wrong way.

"What are your doubts about?" you asked, fixing your eyes back to his face while your heart sounded in your chest. Your fingers automatically started to tap softly against your thick thighs, a habit you had when you felt hurt or vulnerable.

"What if my fans could never accept our relationship? I've never dated outside my race and don´t get me wrong (Y/N)- I love our relationship...But I also feel like I´ve somehow turned my back towards like....my people...you know?", Justin finished, anxiety seeping through his body like a massive tidal wave. He had finally voiced his deepest worries and based off the look on your face, he knew that he had also hurt you.

All you could do was blink slowly, his words replaying themselves in your head. The painful pressure you felt in your chest was hard to ignore, the lump forming in your throat very hard to swallow. You were hurt, deeply.

"If...If you-", you could barely form a sentence. This wasn´t your first interracial relationship, you had gained enough experience to feel secure about yourself and your cultural background. But this was new.

"If you feel worried about turning your back on your people, then maybe you shouldn´t be with me..." you whispered, the words slowly killing you inside while you quickly got up in search for your shoes and purse. The need to just disappear growing by the second while you were frantically looking for your things.

"(Y/N), baby it wasn´t meant like that" Justin´s voice sounding higher than usual, he had shot up from the couch and was following you like a dog that had lost its owner. His eyes teared up while he desperately tried to get a hold of your arm, almost sobbing on the spot when you hissed and finally had put your shoes on, now looking for your damn purse.

I should have never said anything, you stupid idiot. Justin thought to himself. He wished that that he had never hushes a word. He couldn´t stand the thought of the two of you breaking up. You were the best thing that had happened to him. He had fallen for you the second his friend Emmy had introduced the two of you. Hell, the love you had blessed his life with was too good to be true, so good that his insecurities tried to sabotage it. Now, the consequences of his stupid actions were creeping up on him.

"Justin" you whispered in pain when he tried to hug you, the tears now having made their way down his soft cheeks. He was holding your hands, swallowing the pain while staring so sadly into your beautiful eyes, he was silently begging you to stay. All you could do was shake your head and mumble a soft "I don´t want you to feel bad for dating outside your race. Stay dating inside your group of people", and with that you quickly made your way out of his apartment, holding back the tears while you quickly made your way to your car and drove away, while your now ex-love was staring defeated into the space you were just standing in, slowly sinking to his knees as a soft sob left his mouth....

...Part 2?

-Emmanuelle♥️

[yup-thats-me]

JUSTIN H MIN

◇ beautiful secret

↳ it's about time that Justin introduces his wife to the world

◇ reading glasses

↳ justin can't find his glasses

[s1xthirty]

EVERYTHING IS FINE! | The Good Place AU with Ben Hargreeves

Summary : After saving Viktor from ending the world and finally left for the afterlife, Ben found himself in ‘The Good Place’

A/n : it’s still a work in progress!! If some of you have been here long enough, then you know how long i’ve been abandoning this idea, but it’s here!!! I’m still in dilemma whether if i should pair him with an OC or make it X Fem!Reader. Tell me what you think of the story!! I’m up for discussion.

"Can I ask you a weird favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you hug me as I go?" Ben asked one more favor before leaving. "It's been a long time since—"

Without waiting for Ben to finish his word, Viktor immediately wrapped his arms around Ben. He hadn't been hugged in such a long time, he forgot how nice hugs are.

"Tell Klaus something for me, will you?"

Seventeen years ago Ben Hargreeves died and saw a light, they told him to walk through it but he never did. He wasn't ready. It was too soon, but now—here in his brother’s arms, he is not scared anymore. He finally got to say goodbye and leave for good this time.

The transition to the afterlife didn't feel painful at all, Ben casually opened his eyes as if he had just blinked—except he doesn't recognize the room he's in. The first thing he saw was a clean white wall facing him with a big text that says 'Welcome! Everything is fine.' in green. He finds that somehow very comforting, so he sighed in relief.

As Ben tries to recall his memory of how he got here, a man comes out of the door beside the room. "Ben, come on in."

Ben stood up from the couch he didn't know he was sitting on and entered the beige-colored room. The man gestured his hand for Ben to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

"Hi, Ben. I'm Michael, how are you today?" The man before him asked.

"I'm great." Ben answered. "Um, I'm sorry, where am i?"

"So, you, Ben Hargreeves, are dead." said Michael. "Your life on Earth has ended, and you are now in the next phase of your existence in the universe."

"Oh," Ben breathed out an unexpected sigh of relief. Hearing his name and death being in the same sentence somehow wasn't a big surprise for him. He knows he's been dead for quite some time now, but this time he actually took a step forward and left the world of the living for good.

"You're in the good place."

[1donoow]

CELEBRITY REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

stray kids

timothee chalamet

ryan reynolds

bella ramsey

oscar issac

pedro pascal

justin h. min

joseph quinn

harry styles

tom holland

stray kids

@fluffylino - Stray Kids reaction to when you tell them to get on their knees

- skz finding out you're touch starved

@cosmic-railwayxo - denying them kisses for a challenge

- skz and back hugs

@locallixie - stray kids' reactions to their dog protecting their s/o.

@dreamescapeswriting - you randomly buy him flowers

- their crush having a unique talent

@serendipitouxs - when you wear their merch around them for the first time

@emithecharmer - skz you two meet at isac

@kim-seung-mo - 24hr after your death

@blue-jisungs - you're an artist

- them flirting with you at isac2022

@mazeinthemiroh - stray kids reaction to their s/o being an ace in their idol group

- stray kids with a stylist s/o

@hwangsify - domesticity hc

- them as highschool bfs

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felix

@milkybonya - stupid o'clock

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seungmin

@rachalixie - sleepy seungmin

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timothee chalamet

@timmymyluv - wired autocomplete interview

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ryan reynolds

@piggyjeans - graduation (teen!reader)

@liberty-barnes - (y/n) meets walker scobell (y/n lively-reynolds)

@adorecline - the crush (daughter!reader)

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bella ramsey

@ell1ovr - movies and cuddles

@xhollandlilsx - interview shenanigans

@loverwebs - the perfect pair

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oscar issac

@moonxknightx - don't shave your beard

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pedro pascal

@amazonabxtch - nervous

@soulofapatrick - behind the scenes

@talaok - will you kiss me?

@valkyrieromanoff - interview

@matcha-kathrin - strangers

@pascallatte - slip-ups

- oi, pedro

@neo-nomatrix - too sweet to be mine

@judysxnd - picture you take of pedro

- proofs that pedro pascal and y/n l/n are dating pt.2

- you steal pedro's clothes

@imaginesbymonika - pure honey

@lovrre - your camera roll dating pedro pascal pt.2

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justin h. min

@xreader-writing - the best (not) couple

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joseph quinn

@thisisntmyrightera - leave me alone,get your stella

@evans-heaven - touch

@ygrworld - the little habits

@dreamsweetener - puppy giving

@hellfireloser - don't fret it

@quinnfender - ___

@hellenquiinn - needy baby

@joekeeryswife - comic con

@talaok - ___

- bad influence

@indouloureux - ___

- ___

- ___

- habits

- dojacat

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harry styles

@lovecanyon - caught in act(ceo!harry)

- curious gazes

- y/n's fans

@alittletaste - cravings

@harrysmimi - we all make mistakes

- lunch time

@secret-rendezvous1d - sick harry hc

@stylesberries - rainbow cardigan

@glitteredrry - 5 ways harry mentions you on stage

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mcu cast

@morizoras-cave - little coworker (child co-star!reader)

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tom holland

@morizoras-cave - brother from another mother (teen co-star!reader)

@liberty-barnes - (y/n) lively-reynolds take a lie detector test

- things tom does for y/n,always

[rosewantstowrite]

Idiots with twitter.

Summary: yn had taken a picture of a sleeping five and he’s not happy about it. Everyone else is having fun with this new tweet from their favorite menace.

pairing: tua x reader

[ru-fiction]

Unknown Territory

Five x Fem Reader

A combination of both the comics and the TV series, Five Mets a mermaid and falls in love. What happens when forces try to keep them apart?

Five will be aged up to 20 years old, I'm not writing any smut but I wanted him to be the age of his actor.

There will be themes of emotional and mental abuse of children, sexual themes, Incest, gore and violence in this story. You guys seen the show or read the comics, you know what I'm talking about.

Minors do not interact.

I don't own any characters in the show or comics. All credit goes to Gerald Way, Gabriel BÀ, and Steve Blackman.

Slow updates on this story, I wanna make sure I can make the comics and series flow together before posting chapters. Most of the chapters will most likely be long, sorry about that 😅

Main Cast

Five played by Aiden Gallagher ⏳

Y/n played by You. 🫧

Klaus played by Robert Sheehan 👻

Diego played by David Castañeda 🔪

Ben played by Justin H. Min 🐙

Vanya/Victor played by Elliot Page 🎻

Allison played by Emmy Raver-Lampman 🗣️

Luther played by Tom Hopper 💪🏻

Apocalypse Suite/Season 1

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2| *Part 2 |*Part 3

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Chapter 3 |*part 2

[storiesforallfandoms]

lock the door ~ ben hargreeves;the umbrella academy

word count: 990

request?: yes!

“Yay requests are open! Your writing is amazing and you are one of my favs. I was wondering if I could request a ben hargreeves imagine with some smut. That boy has my heart and I need more imagines with him. If not then maybe something a lil steamy with him. Thank you”

description: in which he forgets to lock the bedroom door, and their least favorite (or favorite, depending on who you ask) sibling walks in

pairing: ben hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, slight smut

masterlist

One of the perks of having a huge house that was usually empty was having multiple options of where to get intimate without the fear of getting caught. Your and Ben’s choice for the day: the shower.

You guys were sure it was the safest place to go. No one walked into a bathroom with the shower going, even if the door was unlocked. As long as the two of you remained quiet enough so that anyone who may come home couldn’t hear you, you were set for at least 40 minutes - an hour if the hot water cooperated.

That’s where you found yourself on that particular day: your legs wrapped around Ben’s waist, his dick deep inside of you as he lifted you up and down on him, the still boiling hot water raining down on your back.

Your head was against Ben’s shoulder, his bare skin pulled between your teeth as you tried to muffle your moans. Your slight biting was causing Ben to let out low groans into your ear.

Suddenly, you both heard the doorknob turn and the bathroom door squeak open. Ben was quick to hold you to him and you quickly buried your head in his neck in order to keep any accidental sounds from coming out.

“Ben, you’ve been in here for so long, I gotta piss,” came Klaus’ voice.

Ben rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "There’s like a million bathrooms in this place.”

“There’s two, only one of them has an actual toilet and it’s this one.”

Ben let out a frustrated noise. “Okay, just...just give me a minute, okay? I’m almost done.”

“No man, I can’t wait! I gotta pee now!”

You tried not to giggle as you heard Klaus opening the toilet seat lid.

“No Klaus!” Ben snapped. “Just get out!”

“Why?!”

“Because I don’t wanna listen to you taking a fucking piss!”

Suddenly, Ben’s grip faltered for just a second, causing you to slip. In a moment of fear, you let out a squeal and tightened your grip around Ben’s neck, trying to keep yourself from falling. Ben put a hand on the wall to steady the both of you, holding you tighter with his other hand.

There was a moment of silence. There was no way Klaus didn’t hear the sound you made, and there was no way he’d ever think it could possibly be Ben. He definitely knew, and knowing Klaus, he’d never let you or Ben live that down.

“Okay,” Klaus finally said. “I’ll go pee outside. You can finish your...shower. I’ll lock the door behind me so no one else walks in on your...shower.”

The door basically slammed behind him, but you could still hear Klaus’ laugh on the other side.

Ben helped pulled you off of him and gently set you down on the shower floor. Your legs were so wobbly from pleasure and from lack of use you had to sit on the floor. The two of you looked at each other for a long time, sending each other a silent message as Ben reached to turn the shower off: the mood was effectively ruined.

The two of you dried yourselves off and re-dressed. You were dreading stepping out of the bathroom and having to face Klaus.

“Maybe he left the house,” Ben said. “Maybe he went to meet up with his other junkie friends and we can get out before he comes back.”

“You’d have to come back eventually, Ben, you live here,” you reminded him.

“I could stay with you.”

“You could, but Klaus is your brother. You can’t run from him forever.”

Ben looked as though he were thinking for a moment before finally letting out a sigh of frustration and opening the bathroom door. A rush of cold air filled the warm bathroom as you followed Ben out and to his room.

On the way to his room, you heard a door open - Klaus’ door. You both shared another look before turning to look at Klaus.

“Have a nice shower you two?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

“Fuck off, Klaus,” Ben retorted. “You better not breathe a word of this to anyone.”

Klaus shrugged. “Who would I tell that would actually listen? Luther and Allison are too busy sucking face, Diego doesn’t give a shit, Five is too young to hear that stuff, and Vanya...well Vanya also doesn’t give a shit. Pogo may want to know, just so he doesn’t accidentally walk into anything he doesn’t wanna see like I did.”

“Don’t you dare tell Pogo,” Ben hissed.

You put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. He looked down at you and you offered him a small smile. He smiled back and allowed you to step away from him, approaching Klaus.

“You’re not gonna tell anyone about what you saw, Klaus,” you told him. “Not your siblings, not your robo-mom, and certainly not Pogo. You hear me?”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at you. “And why wouldn’t I do that?”

“Because if you do I will rip your nuts off and shove them down your own throat, do I make myself clear there?”

Klaus’ eyes widened and his legs crossed. He nodded, unable to get his voice to work, before turning back into his room and slamming the door shut. Ben’s eyes were just as wide as Klaus’ had been, but the smile on his face was more impressed than Klaus’ had been.

“That was so hot,” he said, approaching you and kissing you again. “I think I’m definitely in the mood again.”

You giggled and kissed him again, your moment being ruined as Klaus called, “Go to your fucking bedroom this time!”

The two of you laughed as Ben swept you up in his arms and carried you to his room, far away from Klaus’ room and making sure to lock the door behind him this time.

[singtotheskiies]

to the rescue // teen! ben hargreeves x reader

summary: when it’s your turn to be parenting experiment of the week, ben decides to take matters into his own hands—or, rather, tentacles.

request (by a lovely lovely anon💕): Hi I adore your writing❤️. Can you do a Ben Hargreeves x reader where the reader is restrained in a cell by Reginald and Ben comes and saves the day. Thx

words: 1893

warnings: emotional manipulation (it’s prick of the year reginald hargreeves, what do we expect), imprisonment

a/n: i feel like this one is right shit bc i wasn’t in a really good groove while writing it but ANYWAY please enjoy our bb boy:))))) (also!! empath!reader)

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Dad stands in your doorway, intimidating as always, light glinting off his ever-present monocle. “Number Eight,” he says—crisp, harsh, and clear. “Come with me. Today we have a different form of training for you.”

“Where are we going?” you ask him. He’s not leading you towards the usual training room, and you’re without a partner—something you’ve never trained without due to your empathic abilities.

“Never you mind,” he says bluntly. You sigh, looking down at your feet. Trying to get information out of Dad is unnecessarily difficult sometimes—and you can’t read him as easily as you can your siblings. He’s scarily good at hiding his emotions.

He leads you down a few corridors before pausing and taking a blindfold out of his coat pocket. “Turn around.”

“Why? Where are we going?” You’re a bit worried now. “Turn around, Number Eight,” he repeats, harsher this time. “I do not have time for your questions.” You’ve got no choice, so you do as he says. The blindfold is tight—a bit too much so, but you know it’s pointless to bring it up. The two of you walk in silence for several minutes—you don’t think you’ve left the house, but your steps haven’t followed a route you’re familiar with. The Academy is big, though—maybe you’ve misjudged and you’re really just being led in circles to confuse you. Dad’s voice cuts through your thoughts, telling you to watch your step. You carefully move into some sort of space, confused as to why you’ve stopped. His hands come up to the nape of your neck, untying the blindfold from around your eyes. The fabric drops away to reveal a dark, metallic room with no furnishings. You’ve never seen it before or heard Dad talk about it—it almost looks like some sort of prison, and anxiety begins to push up into your chest. “Uh, Dad? Where are we?” you ask, fear making its way into your voice. You silently curse yourself for it—Dad hates any display of weakness. He doesn’t answer, instead busying himself with a huge hydraulic lock on the outside of the door. This does nothing to help your growing panic. “Dad?” you ask a few more times, voice rising with each repetition. “Dad!” “You will stay here until I let you out.” He finally answers, still not looking at you. “Goodbye, Number Eight.” He steps out of the chamber, locks hissing as the door seals itself behind him. Your brain enters full-blown panic, and you bang on the door, screaming for him to come back. You no longer care about showing weakness—tears spill over your cheeks as Dad’s back fades away and your banging grows weaker and weaker. When your voice gets too hoarse to yell and you’re convinced no one can hear you, you sink to the ground in a miserable heap. After a few minutes of crying, you sit up weakly and attempt to clear your head. You’ve never seen this chamber or the hallway it’s situated in before, but it logically has to be within the Academy somewhere. Maybe it’s underground or in a wing you’ve never been allowed access to? You instinctively close your eyes, reaching out to see if you can pick up on anyone’s emotions. Usually, you can sense your siblings from across the house, but the impenetrable walls of your cell and your admittedly less-than-functional mental state don’t help your case. You give up after a few minutes of mental searching and rest your forehead against the cold metal of one of the walls. And, since you have literally nothing else to do, you think. Clearly, this is one of Dad’s experiments—probably not too far off from when he’d lock Klaus in the mausoleum or when he’d throw dangerous weapons at Diego to see if he could save himself. They historically haven’t gone so well, as both siblings have ended up scarred—Klaus emotionally and Diego physically. You’re a bit worried as to what he has in store for you, but you’re not about to let yourself get hurt if you can help it. It’s likely that Dad’s locked you up to see how your abilities react to not being around people and their constantly-changing emotions. Maybe he thinks you’ll wither away. Perhaps it’s the opposite, and he’s examining the possibility of you tapping into your own feelings. Whatever the case may be, you resolve to try and remain as positive as you can about the situation, so you push down your fear and focus on happier things. Inevitably, almost embarrassingly, your thoughts roam to Ben. He’s the quietest of your siblings, always nose-deep in a book or sitting in silent contemplation. Despite his antisocial nature, the two of you have formed a close bond over the years. You find the contrast of his visceral power with his shy nature interesting, and he’s been perfectly content to sit and listen to you babble away about everything and nothing.

There’s also the fact that the two of you usually get paired together for training, since you can’t read him as easily as you can your other siblings. Dad says it’s likely because of the alien presence underneath his skin—the tendrils block his human presence somehow. And so, to create the biggest challenge for you, Dad’s made you spend hours on end with Ben, studying what feelings you can discern in order to strengthen your abilities. While some would become frustrated by the lack of ease you’ve experienced, it only eggs you on. You find Ben absolutely fascinating—a feeling that’s deepened over the years until you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re crushing on him, hard. Despite wearing your heart on your sleeve at all times, you’ve desperately tried to keep your feelings hidden—you can’t have any way of knowing if he returns those feelings, and your embarrassment would be supreme if he found out and didn’t feel the same.

Your cheeks heat up as your mind drifts to his jet-black hair, fine features, and adorably shy nature. There’s nothing better to do, so you let your mind spin scenarios of the two of you together—holding hands, going on small dates, cuddling on the couch. The thoughts stir a fluttering warmth in your chest that makes your present circumstances slightly more bearable. You hardly notice your breaths evening out and your eyelids blinking slower and slower as you daydream away.

You start awake an indeterminate amount of time later. You can’t remember falling asleep, and you have absolutely no way of knowing how much time has passed since Dad locked you up. Your crooked perception of time pales, however, to your all-consuming thirst. There’s no compartments or nooks anywhere that could be hiding a water supply—just smooth metal walls. Sinking back against the door, you try your hardest not to think about the dryness in your throat crying out to be lessened.

You judge it to be a few hours later when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Instantly, you sit up, hoping it’s Dad come to let you free—but what you see instead is a million times better.

Ben’s sprinting down the hallway leading to your cell, face overtaken with concern. When he gets close enough to see you, he visibly softens. He tries to say something, but the thick hydraulic door blurs his words together. You shrug, pointing to your ears and shaking your head. He tries again, pointing to you with questioning eyes. You okay?

You nod, secretly thinking yes, now that you’re here. His brows are still knit together with worry, so you smile to reassure him that you really are okay. His eyes roam over your face for a few moments before he blinks and takes a step back, motioning for you to do the same. You’re not sure what he’s going to do, but you trust him completely.

He doubles down on himself before flailing his limbs out and arching his back. His tentacles erupt out of his stomach, lashing out and latching onto the huge handle of your cell door. The metal and glass shriek at the new pressure before slowly but surely bending from the force of Ben’s attack. When they’re broken enough to satisfy him, his tentacles retract and he scrambles forward to open the door separating the two of you.

As soon as you can slip through the door, you rush into his arms, wrapping him in a fierce hug. He hesitates for the briefest moment before returning the embrace. After being by yourself for so long, his arms feel so good around you, and your heart leaps in your chest as you catch a whiff of his smell—comforting and exciting all at once. Even though you could stay right here in his arms forever, you pull away slightly after several moments.

“How’d you know I was here?” you ask, grinning at the look of relief on Ben’s face.

“I thought it was weird when Dad didn’t schedule me to train with you like we usually would. No one knew where you went, so after a few hours, I decided to try and find you. Earlier I saw Dad coming out of a doorway I’d never seen anyone use before, so I used that as my starting place and, well—he’s got a bunch of charts monitoring how you’re doing. I knew I was in the right place. I’m just glad you’re okay,” he says, voice getting quieter. “I was really worried.”

“We’ve been through worse,” you laugh, but his eyes don’t brighten at your joke.

“This is different, though,” he answers, voice rising again in anger. “He literally locked you up, I mean—that’s actually insane. No father should ever do that to their child.”

“I’m sure he means well,” you say weakly, but you both know it’s not true. Dad really only cares about himself. There’s a beat, then Ben speaks again.

“You sure you’re all right?” His eyes are sad and searching as they look into yours.

Summoning your courage, you say, “I am now that you’re here.” Ben’s eyes widen immediately, scanning your face almost hopefully. The corners of his mouth tilt up slowly, almost hesitantly—as if he’s afraid to let himself go completely.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t,” he breathes, and you notice that the distance between the two of you is narrowing. Just a few more inches and your foreheads would be touching—and so you take it upon yourself to both reassure and thank Ben in one motion. You tilt your head forward and gently press your lips to his.

His breath hitches at the contact, body freezing for the briefest of moments before his hands come up to cup your jaw. You smile and whisper a thank you against his lips before drawing back a fraction. Ben’s eyes are slow to open, and his cheeks are flushed when they finally do, gazing at you with so much half-lidded admiration your heart swells. You press a soft kiss to his cheek, and you don’t need your powers to tell you that somehow, Ben is just as smitten with you as you are with him.

And when the two of you are given an inevitable harsh scolding in Dad’s office, you can’t bring yourself to care much—you’re too focused on how Ben’s fingers are laced gently around yours.

[xreader-writing]

The best (not) couple | Justin H. Min

Sumarry – Justin and Y/n make a video answering fan questions.

Pairing – Justin H. Min x Actress!Reader | Word Count —1.136

A/N – We have almost nothing of Justin so I decided to do it lol ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

"Hello, my name is Justin H. Min." Y/n says laughing and looks at Justin who rolls his eyes trying to hide his smile.

"How old are you? twelve?" He says laughing and the two laugh more.

"I'm Y/n" Y/n says smiling at the camera, and Justin looks at her in awe.

"And I'm Justin, and today we're going to answer some of his questions." He says and the two clap.

A production person came and delivered a box to Y/n.

"So, here inside this box are some questions that the production has selected for us, are you excited?" Y/n asks turning to Justin.

"I think I'm scared, but yes I'm excited." He responds and the two laugh.

"Alright let's go, I go first." Y/n says putting his hand on the box and taking one of the papers with a question.

"What was the fastest friendship that happened on set?" Y/n reads and looks at Justin.

"I think both of us, huh?" Justin say and Y/n agree.

"Yes, our friendship was very fast." Y/n responds and the two give a high five in the air.

"My turn." Justin says taking the box from Y/n's hand.

"Do actors often hang out together?" Justin reads and looks at Y/n.

"Yes definitely!" Y/n says raising her arms.

"Yes, we always hang out together, especially me, her and Robert." Justin says and Y/n nods.

"Let's go to the next one." Y/n says putting his hand inside the box that is on Justin's lap.

Justin looks at Y/n raising his eyebrows and they both laugh.

"That was weird." Justin says still laughing and looking at the people behind the camera who are laughing too.

"Your mind is very dirty Justin!" Y/n says pushing Justin as he keeps laughing.

"Admit it, you thought bullshit too."

"Okay, 'Which TUA actor would you be saddest to leave?' Y/n reads and Justin shifts in his chair.

"Okay, let's count to three and say a name right?" Justin says and Y/n agrees.

"one two Three."

"Y/n" Justin.

"Aidan." Y/n

Justin opens his mouth in shock and looks at Y/n in disappointment.

"I can't believe this." Justin says shaking his head looking down.

"I'm sorry! I was just kidding." Y/n says laughing and taking Justin's hand.

"Now you've already broken my heart." Justin says pretending to wipe away tears.

"Stop Justin! you know I love you!" Y/n says shaking Justin's arm, who can't hold back his smile at those words.

"Alright, I forgive you Y/n, by the way, isn't that wrong? aren't you like twenty years older than him?." Justin says teasing Y/n who rolls his eyes.

"Now you're overreacting, and I love him like a little brother." Y/n says smiling and making a heart for the camera.

"Why do you insist on making all the teenagers in love with you?" Justin asks and Y/n looks at him doubtfully.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Y/n says laughing.

"Next question... 'Do you prefer Sparrow's Ben or Umbrellas Ben?' Justin asks smiling.

"I loved them both so..." Y/n says and Justin listens intently.

"Don't you have a favorite? come on, everyone has a favorite!" Justin says and Y/n shakes his head.

"No, I can say I love all versions of Ben, up until this one." Y/n says and points to Justin who laughs at the teasing.

"Did you guys see what I have to go through?" Justin says talking to the camera.

"You love it Justin!"

"You're right, I love it." Justin thinks as he looks at Y/n smile.

"Next question, babys... 'If you could be one of the Hargreeves, which one would you be?"

"Justin would probably be Five, he's so grumpy." Y/n says laughing and Justin pushes her lightly.

Y/n looks smiling at Justin ready to tease him again.

"But she's probably right, and I'd love to have his powers too." Justin says smiling.

"I think I'd like to be Viktor." Y/n says smiling.

"With that temper? The apocalypse would happen a lot more than twice." Justin says teasing Y/n who laughs along with him.

"Now you're just being mean to me, have you guys seen what I have to put up with?" Y/n says repeating Justin's words.

"I'm kidding you, now on to the last question... 'What's the worst part about recording The Umbrella Academy?' Justin reads.

"When it ends." Y/n responds and Justin nods.

"Yes, can you imagine how hard it is to stop seeing that little face every day all day?" Justin says pointing to Y/n who blushes at the comment.

"And can you imagine what it's like to stop listening to his grandpa jokes every day all day?" Y/n says pointing to Justin who laughs.

"Oh come on you always laugh!"

"I'm not complaining, your silly jokes make my day better." Y/n says and Justin smiles affectionately at her

"Isn't she amazing?" Justin asks the camera.

"Shall we say goodbye then?"

"Unfortunately our time is up" Justin says placing his hand on his heart and closing his eyes.

"But that was fun." Y/n says smiling

"Yes, I hope we get invited to do it again soon."

"With this behavior? I don't think so." The two laugh.

"Well thanks for the questions, keep giving love and watching The umbrella academy, bye!" Y/n speaks and waving smiling

"Bye!" Justin smiles too and nods.

"And cut" They listen then hear applause and whistles from the production

"I don't think we were too bad." Y/n says to Justin as she gets up from his chair.

"We are the best duo." Justin says getting up from his chair and lightly bumping his shoulder against Y/n's.

"I agree"

A few days later the video was released and the most loved by fans so far.

"My God this is my friendship goal!"

"They're so cute!"

"Please tell me they're together.."

"Date someone who looks at you the way Justin looks at Y/n"

"THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER IS SO... AAAAH!"

"I need more fanfics about the two please."

"I think the fans loved this huh couple." Robert says reading the comments, while the three of them are having their drinks just chilling.

"We're not a couple." Justin and Y/n say this together making Robert laugh.

"Only a couple would do that."

[boofckenhoobitch]

In Another Life - Sparrow! Ben x Reader

A/N: I haven't wrote fanfics/oneshots in so long lmao but I am way too attracted to Sparrow Ben so i have to. Though please forgive me if the style is weird since I used to write on Wattpad a lot so Tumblr format is still something I’m trying to learn lol so bare with me pls and ty and hope you like my writing!

P.S : Let me know if you want a part 2 for the morning after because I thought about it but I don’t seem to have any ideas on how to turn ideas into words lol

Pairing : Sparrow! Ben x Reader (female pronouns)

Word Count : 2500+ (I’m too lazy to separate it into 3 parts so I apologize)

Warning: nothing special, a make out scene, mentions of death

Y/N has the ability of intangibility, it allows her to phase through physical matter. With Y/N’s ability, she was the only one able to survive the first apocalypse. 15 year old Five found her and they spent other 30 years together before Y/N died due to sickness; meaning that Five had lived a whole life with Y/N, only to go back in time and face the Y/N who lived in the present, a week before the apocalypse strike. Five would sometimes tell her stories of them together in the apocalypse and Y/N would just be a good listener and listen along.

You never asked for much in life.

Growing up, you learned not to ask for much given the background of your family. The most that you asked for was for your siblings to stay together as a family, and to have the chance to grow old with the love of your life, Ben.

It’s funny how you didn’t get neither.

With the disappearance of your second favourite sibling, Five then the death of your boyfriend, your family just stopped giving a shit. Missions stopped mattering, people grew more distant and it was everyone for themselves. Your siblings left the house one by one, and eventually you did as well.

There were times where you would try to meet up with your siblings after your departure, doing your best to still connect with them.

Especially Klaus when he was out of rehab, you always tried to meet up with him. You would always ask him if Ben’s with us, asking him questions about Ben and trying to see if Ben said anything back, but Klaus’ answers were always a slurry of nos, along with side comments about anything unrelated.

Eventually you realized that Klaus only really agreed to meet up with you because he needed money from you for more drugs and alcohol, and you stopped trying with your hopeless brother.

Without your brother’s ‘help’ to pass on words from the dead, you eventually gave up. Perhaps that was better for the both of you, as you two were never meant to be.

-

Life is a cruel mistress as one would say.

After saving the world twice, you really thought that for once in your life, you would be rewarded for the good deeds you had done. Instead, you had to hear your sister tell you that Ben had finally passed on, and that he would love you for the rest of his eternity.

It was heartbreaking that those were his last words to you.

And yet here he is, standing in front of you alive and breathing.

God, if you weren’t in shock, you would’ve socked this man in the jaw for toying with your emotions like that.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?” Ben asked Reginald. His eyes scanned the group of the Umbrella siblings before his eyes stopped at you, who was standing at the back of the group, already staring at him with a shocked expression.

“ Y/N?”

His voice brought back a sense of nostalgia, like how your Ben used to whisper your name when you cuddled in his bed, or how your Ben would call out your name with a sense of playful annoyance when you teased him; but he’s not here anymore and this is not your Ben, shown by the roughness of his voice.

His other siblings all stared at you from the second floor railing in shock, surprised that you're alive and siding with the enemy.

Ben froze up, and Marcus stepped in as Number One to take control of the situation. After Klaus’ sad attempt to hug Ben along with the many insults and taunts being thrown to each other, a fight broke out between the two groups (and sadly it wasn't a dance battle).

After fighting some of the Sparrow siblings, somehow you ended up in front of Ben. You both stared at each other in a stand off, you could see the conflicted emotions that swarmed behind his eyes. Hell, maybe he could see yours as well.

Both of you felt reluctant to fight one another yet with a sense of suppressed anger, both of your burning stares slowly toughened. You both stood in front of each other, strangers to one another.

You were the first to swing at him, breaking the tension between you both. Your fist collided with his cheek, his upper body turned to the side with the force. Clutching his slowly bruising cheek, he looked back at you hurt or maybe betrayed? You didn’t care as your own mind was clouded with anger. There was a small pause in both of your movements before his eyes hardening, and he lunged at you.

A tentacle sprung out of his chest, wrapping itself around your wrist. Though it was weird, you missed the weird slimy yet smooth texture of his tentacles. You phased your hand through the tentacle sending a chill down Ben’s spine, as he felt the coldness of your ghostly wrist pass through him. You both fought fiercely, attacking and dodging.

Perhaps the held back emotions you both had finally found a healthy release.

You retreated after seeing your siblings’ defeat, with Marcus’ threat and Ben’s lingering stare on you.

You wished to never see him again.

You hoped that you would never have reopen that closed wound again.

———

The second time you met him was when you went out for a jog with your dumb yet lovable brother, Luther.

Your brother, lost in his own world next to you as you both jogged with the same pace.

Slowly, you felt a presence around you, or above you? Your head snapped up, spotting a few ravens flying as they landed on lamp post and park benches around you, they all stared and observed you. Sensing the danger around you, you tugged on your brother’s shirt as you picked up your pace from a jog to a sprint. The ravens swooped and flew towards you two, they cawed loudly as Luther let out a yelp and turned around, running away from you as the birds chased after him.

Seeing the birds and Christopher, the floating box followed your brother, your sprint slowed as you stared at your brother’s retreating form, trying to catch your breath.

Then suddenly, a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness.

Ben reached out to grab you before your body hit the floor. His glance softened at your unconscious figure and lifted your body in his arms. His siblings, Fei and Sloane watched him with unspoken pity, knowing how much you their Y/N meant to him before her death.

“ Make sure to catch that big oaf.” He ordered as he turned around, making his way back to the Sparrow Academy with you passed out in his arms.

-

You blinked away the blurriness as you sat up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were filled with photos and as you slowly walked towards them to observe them, you can see that they are mostly of you and Ben.

The you in the photos looked different, a lot kinder and more gentle, she smiled a lot bright and so did Ben. Photos of you two on a picnic, napping together, sneaked photos of one another, or photos where either of you were trying to cover your faces with a smile. It’s weird seeing yourself living another life you have no memories of.

Your eyes stopped on one last photo. The photo was slightly covered and hidden under the other brighter photos, a photo of you standing in front of the sunset on a grassy field. Your features were hidden due to the brightness of the sun behind you, but you can see that you were laughing. Your silhouette looked so happy, reaching a hand out towards the photographer.

“ That was the last photo I took of her.” You looked back to see Ben leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes returned to the photo before covering the photo up like how you found it.

The silence was deafening.

“ How… How did she die?” You finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Ben stayed quiet as the longing look eyes left and the cold look returned. His posture straightened out and his voice toughened as his head turned to look at you.

“ Come downstairs, my family wants to talk to you and your brother.”

Then he left.

———

Honestly after Ben let you and Luther go in exchange for Marcus, you really really thought you wouldn’t see them again. After all, the deal seemed simple enough and you have no need of seeing them again.

But life never gives you what you want.

So here you are, at Sloane and Luther’s wedding as the world outside slowly get sucked into a black hole. The happy couple danced with each other, as everyone either joined them on the dance floor or sat around the venue, eating and drinking away.

You were on your sixth cocktail, sipping away with a tired drunken look in your eyes. You looked around at everyone having a good time as your eyes landed on Ben who was sitting alone by himself, hunched over the table in front of a bunch of… shrimp?

Curiosity got the best of you so you made your way over in your maroon dress. As you sat down next to him, his head slowly lifted up from his arms, and let out a loud burp.

“ How… Charming.” You said as you looked at the man who once always had his guard up.

“ Ten people. Ten people left and they didn’t invite me to their stupid bachelor party.” Ben said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“ Well you didn’t make yourself a very welcoming person, so I get it.” You reply, letting out a laugh into your drink as you went for another gulp. A hand latched on to your wrist as you turned your head to look at an upset Ben.

“ Why don’t they like me?”

“ Because you’re an asshole, and you’ve been nothing but rude to them, so why would they like you?” You laughed as your finished your drink, his hand slipping from the motion of your hand.

“ Why don’t you like me?” That’s when your laughter died down and you stared at Ben, who was already looking at you. You let out a sigh, looking back into your now empty cup.

“ I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. You just…”

“ Remind you too much of him?” You never told Ben about your relationship with the other Ben, but it was rather obvious how you two were together in your timeline while he was with you in his timeline. You simply smiled bittersweetly at Ben.

“ Sometimes, but in different way.”

“ How so?”

“ Ben was always so annoying. A nerd and a party pooper. He’s like a tiny gray cloud on a sunny day.” You laughed at yourself, knowing if he was still here he would’ve pushed you jokingly for those comments.

“ Those are all bad things…” Ben replied, confused at your choice of words.

“ Yeah… and he was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You smiled, recalling all the old memories of you and him.

“ How… how did he die?” Ben finally asked after a short moment of silence.

“ I wasn’t there when it happened, which was the worse part of it all. I was sent away on a different mission, and when I came back? No one would look me in the eyes and tell me what happened. I had to force it out of Diego who told me vaguely what happened. None of them were willing to go in detail anyways, just called it the Jennifer incident.”

“ My Y/N… she died alone on a solo mission. Till this day, we still couldn’t find her body. I prayed that she was alive and was simply in hiding due to the circumstances of her mission, but that faith lead to nothing and I eventually had to face the facts. She’s gone.” Ben looked ahead, his eyes glossed over as he recalled the memories of himself crying over you, never returning to him again.

“ How was she like?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“ She was kind. Always so kind even if this kindness required her to sacrifice herself. She was stupid but she always looked for the best in people. After all, she saw the best in me.” Ben smiled to himself and you smiled with him.

“ Both of our better halves died and now we’re just left here, isn’t that just so sad.” You laughed as you went to go pour yourself another drink, perhaps to have fun, perhaps to drink your sorrows away, who knows?

The party continued in the back as you two who were sitting at the bar poured your hearts out to each other, drinking more drinks. The topic slowly changed through the night as you two went from talking about your dead ex lovers to your interests and funny stories of your life.

“ No stop, you did not fucking do that to her.” You laughed as you took another sip of your drink.

“ I did! I also blamed it on Alphonso so him and Jayme both got chores for a whole week as their punishment.” Ben laughed along with you as you propped your elbow on the table, holding your head up as you looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile on your face. The alcohol in your system slowly introduced a hint of sleepiness as you blinked slowly at the man. You let out a yawn.

“ Okay, I’m gonna head to bed.” You said as you stood up and stretched.

“ Tired already?” Ben asked, looking back at you with a tired smile.

“ Why? You gonna miss me?”

“ Maybe a little.” He smirked as you laughed. You reached out your hand to lightly pat his cheek as you slowly leaned forward, closer to his face. With a few inches left between you two, your eyes scanned his face as his eyes did the same with yours.

“ Goodnight Ben.” You whispered and kissed him on the cheek. You turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open in front of you. After stepping in and choosing your floor, you leaned against the wall of the elevator, your eyes closed as you tried your best to stay awake. Suddenly, a hand stopped the doors right before they closed, making a noise that surprised you and your eyes to snap open. And there stood Ben, outside the elevator panting as he stared at you, his eyes so intense as a surge of energy suddenly filled your body and you stood up straighter, staring back at the man.

He headed straight to you at the back of the elevator, his hands found their way to your face as his mouth found its way to yours. Your mouths moved together in a unison while one of your arms hooked around the back of his neck, and your other hand reached up to grip his hair, lightly tugging his roots. He let out a groan as your bodies pressed closed to one another, grinding against each other.

The elevator dinged once again, your mouths separated from one another, slightly panting as you staring at each other with lustful eyes.

“ We take this back to my room?” You asked. You tilted your head and leaned into his hand, his fingers brushing your cheek while you played with his hair.

“ Sure.”

And you all know what happened next.

[yup-thats-me]

— beautiful secret • justin h min

paring: husband! Justin h min x BuzzFeed producer! wife

summary: it's about time that Justin introduces his wife to the world

warning: fluff

some months ago

"I know, baby. I miss you too. I'll be home in a few hours, and I'll cuddle you as many times as you want," Justin spoke into the phone, a bright smile adorning his lips.

Emmy, David and Ritu standing at a distance, staring at Justin.

Emmy scoffed at his stupidness. "Yeah David, when you talk to your mom you blush bright red like Justin is, right?" She smiled sarcastically, making Ritu snicker.

"Who do you reckon he's talking to?" Ritu whispered.

"Prolly his mom?" David answered or more like questioned.

After Justin put down his phone, the three hoped infront of him like excited kids do when free candies are distributed. Justin looked at them, smiling. "What?"

David nudged Ritu signalling her to begin. "We weren't like spying on you or something but..." She drifted, looking away from him.

Emmy sighed taking over. "We saw you talking in the phone and blushing. So aren't you gonna tell us?" Justin looked genuinely confused. "Tell you what exactly?".

"About your girlfriend man! Don't act shy now", David hit him on the shoulder playfully.

Justin immediately looked down after hearing their question.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about."

Ritu smirked. "Oh you do honey. It's about time we find out your secret."

Justin chuckled getting up from his chair. "You'll find out my secret of there's a secret," he told them walking away leaving the trio standing there looking, staring at his back.

"Just you wait and see Justin," Emmy stated smiling, placing her hands over her chest.

"Yeah you wait and see, dude!" David copied Emmy. Ritu did the same, placing her hands over her chest and saying, "You wait and see Mr. Secretive Korean Guy," making the rest laugh.

•••

Emmy, David and Justin sat there patiently as the crew arranged everything for their interview.

The stars were talking among themselves only Justin sat there quietly fidgeting with the thin golden band on his right pointer finger, smiling at it fondly.

David was sitting beside him and took a notice of Justin's actions. "Whatcha doin'?"

David's question pulled Justin out of his trance and into reality. "Huh? What?" Justin asked confused.

"I asked what you doing. Hey, you alright man? You zone out more frequently than normal. I've noticed from the last few months." David stared at him genuinely worried aboht his friend. " All good at home?"

"Yeah yeah. Everything's fine. All is good," Justin smiled.

Emmy bent forward from her chair and instantly noticed the golden ring.

"What's that ring for? Looks good," she complimented.

Emmy's statement made Justin look back down at his pointer finger and smiled yet again. "It's from...someone...", He drifted, avoiding eye contact with any of the two.

David and Emmy eyed him suspiciously

present day

"Oh it's going to be so hard to pay any attention to the tweets when you'll be standing there infront of me," Justin said as he hugged you tightly.

"Okay okay Mr. Loverman. Now go before anyone sees us," you laughed pushing your husband away from the embrace, making Justin stare at you dramatically.

"I didn't know you hated my hugs!" He gasped.

You giggled pecking him on both the cheeks. "You know that's not what I meant. If our pictures are getting clicked right now, your fans will go batshit crazy as to who the secret woman is. And I don't want you to face any troubles because of me."

Without a word, Justin pulled you in for a sweet kiss, taking as much time as he could to savour this moment.

"My sweet wife," he kissed you once more. "God, I love you, Y/n!"

You smiled brightly. "and me you. Now go!" You finally pushed him away from you and walked the other direction into the studio.

You entered the studio sometime after Justin got in as to not cause any suspicion. You saw Justin sitting beside Emmy and smiled at him sneakily. He too smiled back although not so sneakily cause Emmy looked at him like he was crazy.

You snickered, taking your position behind the camera.

"Hi I'm Emmy Raver-Lampman — and I'm Justin H Min — and we're here with BuzzFeed to answer some thirst tweets." With that, the interview began.

All was going well. Some tweets made you giggle quietly and others made you believe all fans are crazy.

"'I bet Justin H Min's girlfriend is as gorgeous as he is'" Emmy read out. "Yeah I too think that. Although me and the rest of the cast haven't figured who it is, yet, but we'll do pretty soon."

Justin stared at you across the room. "Wait," he got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Ready?" He whispered in your ear when he reached you. You nodded knowing how this will go.

Justin gently pulled you along him and made you stand there in front of the camera. Emmy stood up too.

"We've been hiding for quite sometime now and I, we, think it's time to finally tell the world," he glanced at you for the last time and when you slightly nodded, he spoke again. "This is Y/n L/n, my darling wife."

The news made the entire studio gasp.

Emmy got out of her trance and immediately hugged you. "Oh my god! I'm so happy for you both!" She jumped with excitement.

The filming resumed again after a break.

After the interview, you, Emmy and Justin went to a nearby café to chat.

"I'm not sure, but have I seen you before, Y/n?" Emmy asked sipping her beverage.

Justin smiled, lacing his hand with yours on the table.

You smiled. "Maybe you've seen me the last time you guys did and interview with BuzzFeed? I'm one of it's producers."

"That's how we met. Now nearly three years ago," Justin brought your hands to his lips and kissed it softly.

Emmy stared at the two of you in awe. "You guys are really cute."

Justin and you smiled, looking at each other.

requests are open <3

[s1xthirty]

WELCOME! EVERYTHING IS GREAT ! | Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

summary : After Ben saved his brother from ending the world, he finally left the world of the living for good and found himself in the afterlife "The Good Place."

word count: 2,9k

A/N : please pleasee excuse my bad grammar and errors, english isn't my first language. i'm planning on making this a series :D

The transition to the afterlife didn't feel painful at all, Ben casually opened his eyes as if he had just blinked—except he doesn't recognize the room he's in. The first thing he saw was a clean white wall facing him with a big text that says 'Welcome! Everything is fine.' in green. He finds that somehow very comforting, so he sighed in relief.

As Ben tries to recall his memory of how he got here, a man comes out of the door beside the room. "Ben, come on in."

Ben stood up from the couch he didn't know he was sitting on and entered the beige-colored room. The man gestured his hand for Ben to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

"Hi, Ben. I'm Michael, how are you today?" The man before him asked.

"I'm great." Ben answered. "Um, I'm sorry, where am i?"

"So, you, Ben Hargreeves, are dead." said Michael. "Your life on Earth has ended, and you are now in the next phase of your existence in the universe."

"Oh," Ben breathed out an unexpected sigh of relief. Hearing his name and death being in the same sentence somehow wasn't a big surprise for him. He knows he's been dead for quite some time now, but this time he actually took a step forward and left the world of the living for good.

"Everything is fine. You're in the good place."

A relief washed over him. He is right where he is supposed to be. This feels right. Maybe all of dad's stupid missions and his family’s madness finally paid off.

“This is not how I imagined heaven would be.” Ben stated, judging the principal office-like room. For ‘A Good Place’ this isn't what Ben had in his mind. He thought that maybe he'd be greeted by beaming angels with lights and such.

He shook the thought out of his head, he shouldn't judge things so quickly. Maybe the outside of this room is somewhat more heavenly and the ‘person’ before him might be an angel of some kind. Who knows, maybe he could also read Ben's mind?

“Well, it’s not the ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’ idea you were raised on. But generally speaking, in the afterlife, there’s a good place, and there’s a bad place.”

“Cool, cool..” Ben nodded as he's taking in this whole afterlife thing. Never in a million years, he thought that there's an afterlife—sure he believes that ghosts and spirits exist, but a whole life after death? Sounds like a great NBC tv series.

“Let's take a walk, shall we?” Michael said, standing up from his desk and led Ben out of the room.

“So, are you.. an angel or something?”

“No.. No! I'm what you’d call an architect, I design this neighborhood. The Good Place is divided up into distinct ‘Neighborhoods,’ each one containing exactly 334 residents.”

Ben didn't know whether he should be confused or disappointed by this afterlife. ’The Good Place‘ seemed like a nice little town with a bunch of Frozen Yogurts and Hawaiian Pizzas shops. No beautiful gardens with angels walking barefoot on the grass, no beautiful statues of angels, and all the ‘residents’ were all wearing usual clothes. Nothing special. Ben silently hoped there would be a beautiful meadow stretched out somewhere further in this place.

“There's a lot of Hawaiian Pizza shops here.” Ben said.

“I don’t know what to tell you, people love Hawaiian Pizza.”

Ben had never met anyone in his life who likes Hawaiian Pizza as much as him, his siblings used to constantly call him a lunatic for liking pineapple on pizza. It also makes him wonder what kind of pizza they have in The Bad Place.

When they were approaching a park filled with the neighborhood’s residents, Michael pat Ben on the shoulder. “Why don't you take a seat over there? The movie’s about to start.”

The short length movie contained the general information of how one could be placed in the good place after their death. They calculated the value of one’s life, every choice they made, every word out of their mouth, every step they took, every intention behind it, and how it affects others and the world.

“Ben,” Michael approached him after the film ended, “I’m gonna welcome some other residents and while I do that, why don’t you explore? Meet me by the house near the lake in ten minutes and if you need anything, you can always ask Janet.”

“Wait, Michael—“ Ben had a ton of questions, but Michael was already gone in a blink before Ben could even ask him anything. “Shirt,” Ben cursed under his breath but it got filtered somehow, “What the fork..” A chuckled rippled from his throat, things are getting so fucking weird. Also, where the fuck he would find this Janet? He hasn’t made any acquaintances with anyone in the neighborhood and everyone here seems like they already knew one another. Even in the afterlife, Ben still feels out of place—like he doesn't fit in.

His eyes roamed through the town square of the neighborhood, trying to find anyone to talk to while also building the courage to actually approach one of them. When he tried to approach a man in glasses across from him, he suddenly was bumped from the side by a guy in mid twenties wearing some sort of beige Tui-Khim.

“Hi! Do you know where I can find Janet?” Ben asked him but the stranger only looked at him perplexedly, and left without saying a single word. Weird.

“Janet?” Ben called the woman’s name casually, hoping he’d find Janet coming out from one of the frozen yogurt shops, but instead, a woman neatly dressed in a vest appeared out of thin air with a pleasant bing sound.

“Hey there! How can I help you?”

“Gah!!!” Ben jumped in shock, “What are you?”

“I’m Janet, the informational assistant in The Good Place.” The woman smiled at him, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah.. Could you guide me to the house near the lake?”

“Sure!” said Janet delighted, “Follow that cobblestone path further into the neighborhood,” She pointed at the path between The Good Boutique and Sunday Mornings Fro-Yo shop, “Take a left when you come across a beautiful statue, and you’ll find yourself standing before a certain iron gate and stone fence. Just walk right in and Michael will be there waiting with your soulmate.”

From the introduction film, Ben also ascertained how every single person in the neighborhood has a ‘soulmate’ in the good place. Now, that is probably one of the very first things that gives him hope after his disappointment of the somewhat plain afterlife. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Ben!” She gave Ben one last smile before disappearing into thin air with a bing.

Okay, here we go.. Ben wasted no time to wait around and immediately make his way to meet his so-called soulmate. He doesn’t really know what to expect. Ben rarely ever developed feelings for someone when he was alive, the only people who crossed his mind were Jill, from Klaus’ cult, and Jennifer—wait, that girl he rescued from a mission?

Why had she just crossed his mind now? It was a long time ago, back when he was seventeen. Ben tried to dig deep into his memory and recalled what happened then, but somehow his memory of the mission stopped right after he rescued Jennifer out of that tank. Was that mission the cause of his death? How did he die? Why can’t he remember one single thing about it?

Maybe it’s for the better. Whatever had happened that day doesn’t feel right. Something has always been tugging at his heart whenever he remembers that specific mission. Hell, nothing feels right when it comes to his dad and his stupid missions.

Walking on broken cobblestones and further into the neighborhood, Ben realized he’s discovering the well-kept secret of the neighborhood. The air of his surroundings shifted, he felt a little more content now that he’s entering the road less traveled by. The grasses were vibrant green and lush with wildflowers scattered across the ground like constellations of colors. It is not so bad out here, he’ll definitely get used to this—What the fuck?!

“What the fork?!”

The so-called beautiful statue was a bronze sculpture of a life sized Kanye West taking Taylor Swift’s mic and interrupting her speech at 2009’s VMAs.

I'mma let you finish, Kanye's voice suddenly blasted out of nowhere when Ben approached it to get a closer look. But Beyoncé had one of the best videos of all time!

Ben was not the one who'd keep up with pop culture, but he's familiar with this one. He remembered watching the whole thing unfold on television with Klaus that night. They kept every detail of the incident. Taylor's beautiful silvery dress, the VMA moonman statue, Kanye's purse of lips when he talked into the mic, Taylor's uncomfortable face. The statue was made so precisely, it almost felt like it was real people behind all of this bronze.

The sentence kept repeating over and over out loud, but when Ben stepped further away from the statue, the voice immediately stopped at a halt. Huh, weird. Ben stepped closer once more and Kanye's voice played once again:

I'mma let you finish, but Beyonce—

Ben backed up, and there was nothing but silence. He stepped towards the statue once again and:

I'mma let you finish—

He backed up. Pause. Another step and:

I'mma let you—

Before Ben spends any more time by that statue, he continues to make his way to find the house he's going to without any hesitation.

Take a left when you come across a beautiful statue, and you’ll find yourself standing before a certain iron gate and stone fence.

From one look, he could tell how peaceful this place is. The gate and stone fence looked like it almost caught up with time but just not quite yet. Beyond the gate, stood a small Victorian house that looks like it came straight out of an old movie. The house was painted in soft color and from where Ben was standing, he could see the stained glass window of the attic.

Ben's stomach dropped when he saw the design on the stained glass. It was an illustration of a woman with tentacles on her stomach. The tentacles tied all around her body up onto her neck as if it was trying to suffocate and kill her. It sent shivers down his spine and made him wonder about his powers. Can he still summon creatures in his stomach? Does Michael even know?

Ben's train of thought was interrupted when the door flew open on his face, revealing Michael in suit and tie with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Benerino!” He greeted, “We've been waiting for you! Come on in!” Michael stepped aside from the door and let Ben inside the house.

The first thing that caught Ben's attention when he stepped into the house was the aggravating loud creak of the door. The kind that stings in your head. The house was small on the inside, but not the kind that makes you suffocated. It's actually nicer than the big academy mansion Ben has known for his whole life.

“We were afraid you'd get lost on your way here, a lot of people did.” Michael went on, leading Ben into the drawing room. “They usually get lost by that beautiful statue not far from here or they either get scared of the attic stained glass window.”

“Why is the design so.. Scary?” Ben swallowed the lump in his throat and asked.

“Oh! That's just a little characteristic we made for the residents to easily find the house.” Michael said casually, “The owner actually loves octopus! She has tons of paintings of it. Like that one.” Michael pointed towards the fireplace and sure enough, there's a painting of a woman’s body with octopus tentacles tied all around her waist, and for a moment, Ben thought he saw it move.

“Oh..” Ben tilted his head to the side, feeling his throat start to tighten out of fear. “It's..”

“Beautiful, I know!” Michael chuckled heartily. “Oh, I almost forgot! Ben, let me introduce you to Y/n!”

You came to sight and gave Ben a wave and a little smile, “Hi.”

“Hey!” Ben smiled back at you and held out his hand. You came a little closer and took his cold hand into yours. It felt right, your warmth felt right in his hand, but wasn't he supposed to feel a more powerful spark or something? Is there a ringing wedding bell to confirm that you two have met?

There was a moment of silence between the two of you staring at each other before Michael finally broke it, “Anyway! This house is where you two will be living for eternity.”

“What?” There goes that sinking feeling in his stomach, the same one he got whenever he destroys something—or someone with his tentacles back when he was a kid.

“I know it could be weird living with some random person you barely know yet, but you two are soulmates for a reason!” Michael continued, “The system is never wrong.”

Living with you was not the problem at all. Ben was delighted that he got to meet new people and make new connections, but this house was simply not it. How the hell is he gonna get used to waking up and getting reminded of how he's a monster.

“Here,” Michael gestured his hand, pulling out a floating hologram screen into the drawing room. “You can rewatch any of your memories and historic events from any angle.” He flicked his hand, and a menu screen with the title Y/N L/N’S LIFE AND MEMORIES appeared. He goes to Happy Memories, then Most Fulfilling Memories.

The screen displayed a memory from your point of view, a group of little girls were laughing and pulling your hand, guiding you to their circle.

“Your decision to join the convent and devote your life to your god and these girls really put you over the top.”

“Oh, how I've missed them.” you sighed longingly.

Ben looked over to you and the memory on display. He can tell you really loved those girls. The life you led was incredible, you really do belong here.

“Right! I'm gonna let you two get to know each other, bi-bye!” Michael bid his goodbye, leaving the two of you together.

Once Michael was out of the house, you gestured for Ben to sit on the leather couch with you. “How old were you when you joined the convent?” Ben asked.

“Eighteen,” you casually answered, “That's very young, I know. It's what I've always wanted to do with my life.”

Ben looked at you with awe in his eyes as you continued to ramble all about your convent and the orphan girls.

“Anyway, enough about me.” you said once you're done, “How about you? What did you do on earth for a living?”

Shit. Ben hadn't thought of what to say when that question came up. What is he supposed to say? Uhh, yeah I used to be in this group of kids in uniform called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ we save the world and stuff..

“I died pretty young so..”

“How are you all grown up?” You blurted out the question out of your mouth almost too quickly and regretted it immediately when you saw the look on Ben's face. “Oh god! I’m sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.” you buried your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

“No, it's totally fine!” Ben assured you, “I lingered on earth for a while to watch over my siblings and I somehow grew with them, I guess.”

“How many siblings did you have?”

“Six,” He hesitated.

“Six?” A smile grew on your face, “What are you? Some kind of pop group?”

Ben only laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

“How do you even keep up with six people in your house?” You joined his laughter, then trailed off “Must've been so suffocating..”

“They're not suffocating,” he said, “I love them—but we're complicated sometimes and I just feel like I don't quite fit in with them. It's easier to just keep it all to yourself, you know?”

You paused, looking into Ben's eyes for a moment. “Yeah, I totally get it.”

Ben gave you a small smile, he felt warmth spreading across his chest. This feeling was what he's exactly been missing and craving all his life. The simplicity of being understood and making new, meaningful connections with others. Maybe Michael was right after all, everything is fine.

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You gripped Ben's shoulders, nails digging into his skin, as you allow youself to adjust once more.

"Can you take one more?" Ben asked breathily, humming as you take in one more.

"Please," you let out a weak plea. A plea for Ben to stop or maybe to keep going, who knows?

All you know was that the night started with you asking Ben how many tentacles can he produce.

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Hey guys I have a question, would you like to see a smau for Umbrella Academy? It’ll be for Five and I’ll be super easy and won’t take a long time.

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the horror ~ ben hargreeves;the umbrella academy

word count: 1454

request?: yes!

“Hi I was wondering if I could request a Ben Hargreeves imagine from Umbrella Academy. I love that show and ben but I feel like he needs more love. Could you please do something that's just really cute and sweet. I need more imagines of that boy. Thank you ❤”

description: after another mission, ben comes to see you to confide in you his hatred of his powers

pairing: ben hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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You were watching the news as they reported of yet another crime that was thwarted by the Umbrella Academy. The six siblings that you knew well stood behind their adopted father as he spoke to the press about his “incredibly gifted children”, each of them wearing their uniforms and their white eyed masks. You couldn’t help but scowl at the vile man who had the audacity to call himself a “father” to those kids.

You had known the Umbrella Academy since you were all kids. You had met Klaus first during one of his multiple attempts at running away from home, which led you to slowly meet the rest of the group. You became their only friend outside the walls of the Academy, a secret friend for a long time since they weren’t really allowed to even leave the house unsupervised.

The world saw the Umbrella Academy as a family of gifted heroes that were going to save the world. You saw them for what they really were, sad, scared, abused kids that just wanted to live normal lives and to escape from their father.

As the news report was coming to an end, there was a knock at your door. You went to answer it to find Ben standing there, dressed in all black with his hood pulled up and his head hung.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey. Can I come in?” he asked.

“Of course!”

You stepped aside, allowing Ben to enter your home. Another secret that the two of you held, except this one was held from both his father and his siblings, was that the two of you had been in a relationship for some time. When the siblings were allowed to get more freedom, Ben started to come visit you more often than the others. You spent more time together than you did with the others. Before you knew it, the two of you were stealing kisses when his siblings weren’t looking, and he was sneaking out to spend the night at your place.

He also snuck out to see you after missions. As of late, it was becoming harder and harder for him to participate in the missions with his siblings. He hated to have to use his powers, and often tried fighting against going on missions, but there was no use in fighting it. Eventually, he was made to go and made to use them anyways.

Ben walked past you and sat down on your couch. He pulled his hands from his pockets and you could see that they were still a bit red, whether it was from the blood of whoever it was he had to fight or from scrubbing them raw to get the blood off you weren’t sure. You moved to sit next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I really can’t do this anymore,” he sighed. “But I have no way out. Everyone knows who I am, they’ll recognize me in the street. If I run away it’ll only be a matter of time before I’m back again. And no one will listen to me, not even my siblings who insist that they’ve had enough with what we’re doing, too. They keep saying that I have to go with them because they can’t complete their missions without me, I’m the winning weapon or some shit. No one listened to me.”

He buried his head in his hands. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to you, allowing him to let his frustration and sadness out.

“It’s okay,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair, soothingly. “I know, it doesn’t seem like you have an out. But you’re an adult, all your siblings are, you’re able to get away from Hargreeves if you truly want to, you all just have to band together and finally walk away from him.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know if any of them want to,” Ben said, raising his head to look at you. You could see his eyes were pink from tears. “Luther definitely doesn’t, he’s dad’s number one. He does everything dad asks, if dad asked him to jump off of a bridge he’d have it done before the sentence was out of his mouth. Alison wants to leave but wants Luther to go with her, which will never happen, Diego doesn't seem to be ready to take on the real world yet, Klaus is always so fucked up that none of us want him to leave in case he ODs by himself and he doesn’t make it, and Vanya...well...she’s the only one brave enough to leave, but none of us really seemed to care.”

“They have to see how this is taking a toll on you. Your powers aren’t like theirs, you’re literally harbouring actual monsters inside of you that come out when you’re on missions. That’s not something that’s easy to deal with.”

Ben shook his head. “They don’t care. Whatever gets us to end a mission sooner, which usually is by me unleashing the monsters and attacking the bad guys. But they don’t experience that. They don’t see how fucking harrowing it is to watch these people, even if they’re bad people, die because the only solution they have to finishing a mission is to unleash some monsters on them.”

You didn’t really know what to say. It wasn’t the first time Ben had come to you to talk about his powers and his family, and every time it seemed like he was getting worse and worse.

Of course, to you, the best solution was to just leave. You had offered him a place to stay on many occasions, and promised not to tell anyone that he was there, until he could find other arrangements. But you knew it wasn’t that easy. Not while the other siblings were still under Hargreeves’ thumb. As long as he still had control over the other five siblings, he was going to have a reason to go after Ben. Ben was, arguably, his most powerful child. He wouldn’t let him go without a fight.

“The press has names for all of us,” Ben said, looking down at his lap again. “They call me The Horror. Imagine being called that, The Horror. They even make me sound like a fucking monster. People have been speculating what my powers really are online, what kind of monster I become, and how dangerous I am in real life. They all think that I’m some sort of Jekyll and Hyde type of person, that I can go from being myself to being a monster like a flick of a switch. Maybe they’re right, maybe I am a monster.”

“No!” you said, startling Ben with the seriousness of your tone. “No, you are not a monster. No matter what your powers are, they don’t make you a monster. You’re a kind, caring person. You don’t want to do the things you do, but you’re forced to do so by your family. You feel like you’re trapped there, and I understand that. I’m not about to force you to leave your family if you don’t think it’ll be best, or you don’t feel safe doing so. But don’t ever call yourself a monster, Ben Hargreeves. Because you are far from it.”

Ben smiled at you, just a small smile but it was enough to warm your heart. He gently cupped your face and brought you to him, kissing your just as gently. You held him tightly, never wanting to let him go. You just wanted to keep him there for a long time, to never let him return to his terrible father and that awful Academy. It was a nice dream, but you knew it would never become a reality. Not anytime soon, anyways.

“You’re way too good to me,” he sighed as he rested his forehead against yours. “How did I ever come to deserve such an amazing person like you?”

“You always deserved me,” you told him. “You deserve to be happy, Ben.”

He nodded, although you could tell he still wasn’t believing you too much. You kissed him again before asking, “Why don’t you stay over for the night? Just to get away from the others for a while. You can call them and tell them you won’t be home tonight if you don’t want to tell them exactly where you are.”

Ben smiled, this time it reached his eyes. He kissed your nose and hugged you again.

“I’d love that, baby.”

You pulled away and took his face in your hands, making him look at you. “I love you more than anything.”

“I know, and I love you, too, (Y/N).”

Kinda short, but I hope you still like it!