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hi it’s been a while but it’s flower anon! i was just rereading all your alphonso stuff and i still love your work (and him) so much, if you could would you write anything for him again?
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hiiii flower anon, number one alphie enjoyer with me!!
i haven’t written for tua in months but honestly i would totally be willing to for alphie again! just lmk if there’s anything in particular you’d like :)
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REVAMP NOTICE
everyone who followed me for umbrella academy writing, just want to give you a heads up that i write exclusively for hypnosis microphone and twisted wonderland now. i used to be @/alphiesvoodoo, and now i’m terribletweels.
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Hii! Do you write for five hargreeves??? Just curious cuz he’s Highkey my fav old man <3 it’s totally okay if you don’t tho :)
hi anon, no i don’t. if you’d like to request anything for another character i’ll write it for you though!
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never mine, never yours ☆ ben hargreeves
genre: angst >:)
warnings: depictions of blood, death, and injury. sparrow ben also cries and ik that will break some of you
summary: ben can’t save you during a mission.
notes: i literally have no motivation to write sorry this is so short
the debris from a collapsed building was surrounding you, encasing your already broken body. blood was streaked down the right side of your face, your features contorted into a look of agony.
ben found himself lurching forward, falling to his knees beside you as tears pooled above his lower lash line.
“hi.” you croaked out, a smile somehow finding its way to your face despite the circumstances.
“i’m gonna get you out, okay? just don’t- don’t move, i have to lift the stone.” he assured you, and you shook your head.
“ben, other people need you.” you replied, the action of talking sapping almost all of your energy. ben knew deep down you were right, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave you here.
“my siblings can handle it, it’s gonna be fine.” he urged, voice cracking desperately at the statement.
“it’s okay, ben. i don’t need to stay anymore.”
a sob forced itself out of ben’s mouth at your words, and his head dropped into his hands.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”
“don’t apologize.”
how could he go on without you? he couldn’t bring himself to go to the places that you two went together, or do the things you did.
nothing would ever be the same without you.
“i love you.” ben said, now staring at your face, which seemed to morph into something of surprise.
“i love you too.”
“i’m sorry i never told you sooner.”
“i knew.”
and then you were gone, a fond smile on your face as your open eyes bored into ben.
with shaking hands and tears streaking down his face, he gently shut your eyes, his tears wetting the dirt that was splayed on your cheeks.
ben regretted so many things, but in that moment, he regretted never being yours, and never making you his.
#ben hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves#ben hargreeves imagine#ben hargreeves imagines#Umbrella Academy#The Umbrella Academy#umbrella academy imagine#umbrella academy imagines#umbrella academy x reader#ben hargreeves angst#umbrella academy angst
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good looking ☆ klaus hargreeves
genre: angst, kind of a happy ending but not really
warnings: mentions of the world ending
summary: you and klaus spend your last moments together.
notes: klaus my beloved
good looking by suki waterhouse filled your ears, and you let your eyes close as the thundering outside was blocked out.
this is the last thing you could’ve expected of your life. ending up in a weird otherworldly hotel with your partner and their family, waiting out the hours until your inevitable demise.
“what’re you listening to?”
you tore your eyes away from the window, locking eyes with klaus.
“good looking.” you mumbled, scooting over on the couch and pulling out your headphones as klaus sat next to you. they observed your face for a moment, taking your shaking hand into their own.
“quite fitting, isn’t it?” they asked, thumbs running over the back of your hand as their eyes fixed on the horizon, where yours had been moments before.
you only nodded, a verbal response feeling lodged in your throat. klaus’ hand was the only thing anchoring you to the earth, and if you didn’t have them you were sure that you would’ve gone insane.
you stared wordlessly as klaus adjusted themselves so that their head was lying on your chest, arms wrapped around your torso. you folded your hands on their back, chin resting on the top of their head.
you felt safe with klaus, even as you watched the kugelblitz expand and take what was left of the city.
“if we’re gonna die tonight, i’m glad you’re here with me.” you spoke, breaking the silence. klaus said nothing, pulling you closer into their body.
you moved one hand to gently card through their curls, tears burning in your eyes as you realized you’d never be able to do this again.
“there’s no one else i’d rather be with when the world ends beside you.” you continued, the hand that remained on their back clutching them tighter.
the tears were slipping down your cheeks now, wetting the top of klaus’ head. if they noticed, they didn’t say anything.
“i’m so glad that i’ve gotten as much time as i have with you. you mean everything to me.” another confession slipped past your lips, and you moved to kiss the top of klaus’ head.
“and i know you know this, but i love you. i wish i said it more often before now. and i took it for granted, but i wish we could’ve spent that time in the sixties together.”
“we’ve been to hell and back, you more than me. every moment we’ve shared, i’ve cherished it.”
you stopped talking as your voice cracked, a painful lump forming in your throat.
klaus finally sat up, and you gently held their face in your hands as they smiled sadly at you, letting out a big sigh.
“i don’t get sentimental often, but i hope you know that i love you too.” they murmured, grabbing your hands so that they were intertwined with theirs.
“i know.” you murmured, closing your eyes as klaus kissed away the tears that were sliding down your face.
“then don’t cry. we’ve got the rest of our lives to spend together.” they said softly, and you didn’t miss how their eyes seemed to glisten too.
you nodded, head feeling heavy as klaus settled into your embrace again.
you muffled your sobs with the back of your hand, holding klaus with all of the strength in your body, like there was no tomorrow.
because there was no tomorrow, but you were eternally grateful that your last moments would be spent with the person you loved the most.
#Umbrella Academy#umbrella academy imagine#umbrella academy imagines#umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy angst#klaus hargreeves#klaus hargreeves angst#klaus hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves imagine
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hello! I was wondering if you could maybe write some spicy 👀 alphonso content with a neutral or male reader? if not then that's totally cool!! <3
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hi love! i'm sorry to deny your request, but i don't like writing smut/i'm not very good at it!
if you'd like to request something else i'd be more than happy to write it! it's nice to have you on my blog :)
#as an ace person i feel like i'm not qualified#and also im so bad at it#message received: crocodile anon!
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would it be fair to request a sequel for in another life (god this concept is so brilliant it needs its own book)
in another life (part two) ☆ ben hargreeves
genre: semi-angst to fluff
warnings: mentions of past fights
summary: after reuniting with ben, you two work out the issues that have been burdening you since you lost each other.
notes: it's the long awaited part two! if you haven't read part one, you can find it here :)
"they're all dickheads." diego chimed in, five cutting in and saying something about a throat punch, but you weren't listening.
you were dragged out of the academy by klaus, looking over your shoulder to find ben looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
"yeah, well, ben is still the same in some ways." klaus said, and you felt all of the siblings' eyes shift to you.
"he still seems like an asshole." you replied quietly, shrinking under their gazes.
"maybe you're our in." diego said, and the attention shifted to him and he launched into a spiel about a lengthy plan of you going back to the sparrow academy and begging for ben to take you back so that the umbrellas could infiltrate their previous home.
"i'm not going to use ben like that." you protested, seeing the obvious irritation on diego's face.
"but he's not our ben. he's stuck up, he's rude, he's a dickhead-"
"okay, that's enough. we should find somewhere to stay." viktor cut in, and you were thankful for his words.
you trailed behind the siblings, feeling like the odd one out now more than ever. even if they didn't say it, the looks they gave you when you refused to carry out diego's plan were enough of an indicator to their disdain.
as you walked, you noticed that an increasing number of crows were circling overhead.
nervousness crept into your veins as you remembered fei, their number three, and their crows that had attacked you, allison, and luther.
you tried to tell yourself that it was just a coincidence, but as the crows began to make their way towards you, you realized they were there for you.
"i don't want any trouble." you spoke, putting your hands up in surrender as one of the birds landed at your feet.
"then we won't give you any."
you whirled around at the familiar voice, stomach dropping into your shoes as ben, fei, and sloane came to a stop in front of you.
"what do you want? i promise i'm not going to try to fight you or anything, i just want to take a nap." you mumbled wearily as the three shared a look, one that you didn't understand.
"you can take a nap at the sparrow academy." sloane said cheerily, and you quirked an eyebrow.
"i really should get going, my friends are-"
"nowhere to be seen." fei cut in, and you turned back around to see their figures far off in the distance.
fuck.
"why do you want me to go with you?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself as you waited expectantly for an answer.
"i think you and i need to have a long overdue conversation." ben replied after a beat of silence, staring at you in complete seriousness.
you weighed your options. considering the siblings hadn't questioned where you were and come looking for you, you were probably on your own.
but did you want to go back to the sparrow academy with seven people who could easily hand your ass to you again?
"fine. i'll go back with you."
the drive to the academy was short, but you didn't even notice.
all of the emotions that you had buried when ben died were coming back to haunt you. here he was, in the flesh, ushering you into his house with his hand on the small of your back like no time had passed at all.
"i'll take you to the medical wing so you can get patched up." he said, and you mumbled something back in acknowledgement.
your body felt heavy as you sat on the examination table, the sound of ben rustling through medicine cabinets filling the air.
the two of you said nothing as he began to clean the dried blood from your face, injuries from the fight with lila in the sixties as well as the one mere moments ago with the sparrows.
"how did i die in this timeline?" you broke the silence, noticing that ben halted his movements in cleaning a cut on your neck.
"how did i die in your timeline?" he asked, and you shook your head.
"i asked first." you shot back, feeling dread settle in your stomach as ben dropped the rag he was working with, rubbing a hand over his face.
"you...were taken. taken hostage, by a villain." he said, and you had to bite back a snarky remark about how that sounded like the plot of a shitty superhero movie. "we couldn't save you."
you processed his words, them meaning little to you. i mean, you were fine, right? there was still a lot to unpack from the sixties that you would probably have to think about at some point, but in the current moment, you weren't dead and there wasn't impending doom anymore.
"what about me?" ben asked, breaking the thoughts that were racing in your mind.
"nobody has ever told me the full story, or what exactly happened. i just know you died on a mission, when we were sixteen." you explained quickly, feeling a familiar lump form in your throat.
"when we were sixteen?" he asked softly, and you nodded, moving over a bit so that ben could sit next to you.
"am i different than your ben?" he asked, voice so weak you could've sobbed.
you wanted to scream that yes, he was different than your ben, that your ben was kind, sweet, caring, and so loving, and he was always by your side with a joke when you were sad, or a kiss to the temple when you were stressed-
"kind of. my ben... he was the best part of growing up." is what you settled on finally, feeling the man next to you tense his shoulders.
"could i- could i ever be him?" he asked, and your brows furrowed. you turned to face him fully, and he reciprocated your movements.
"you are him. the same dna, the same face, whatever." you urged, studying his face intently.
"okay, well if i am the same, where does this leave us? what are we?"
his words echoed in your mind, and you opened and closed your mouth.
"do you still love me?" you breathed out, feeling lightheaded as ben stared at you, gently taking your hand in his.
"i still love you." he confirmed, a sad smile finding its way to his lips. "do you still love me?"
you could only nod, verbal confirmation lodging itself in your throat.
"then i guess that settles it." he said, and you let out a small laugh at his awkwardness. it reminded you of your ben.
but now, this ben, sparrow ben, was your ben.
"i'm glad to have you back." you said softly, shifting so that your head rested on his shoulder, hands still laced together.
"me too." he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. the action was so gentle that a single tear slid down your cheek, dripping onto your arm.
"ben, can you promise me one thing?"
"of course."
"never let me go."
"i wouldn't dream of it."
#am i happy with this? no! am i posting it anyways? yeah!#ben hargreeves angst#ben hargreeves fluff#ben hargreeves imagines#ben hargreeves imagine#ben hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves#umbrella academy angst#umbrella academy fluff#umbrella academy imagines#umbrella academy imagine#umbrella academy x reader#the umbrella academy#message received: anon!
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changing my @ from kissingrichietozier to alphiesvoodoo, don’t forget me bffs
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hello darling it’s me again with more alphonso love >:) read your beautiful “kissing + alphonso hargreeves” and would love to request a fic where reader kissed the new scars right after the bandages come off, like you mentioned in the fic 🥺 it sounded so cute
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scars ☆ alphonso hargreeves
genre: pure fluff
warnings: extremely brief canon-typical mentions of violence
summary: you make sure alphonso knows how much you love him after his bandages come off.
notes: FLOWER ANON!!! hi my love, welcome back!! i hope you enjoy this fic, i'd love to see u in my inbox again <3
alphonso was one of the bravest people you knew.
throughout the entire recovery process, he hadn't complained once. he had proved to be resilient, even when his body ached after a mission went awry, and he came home with injuries littering his body.
even though he hadn't complained, you knew he was hurting. you could see it in the pained expressions when he moved, or when he tried to eat and the scars that were developing on his face began to sting.
but, after a tormenting recovery, it was time to remove the bandages.
you had arrived at the academy just before grace was to finish alphonso with his recovery, excitement bubbling in your chest at the prospect of him being pain free for awhile longer.
you ventured towards the medical wing, greeting sloane and marcus, who were running on the treadmills.
you opened the door to the infirmary, seeing grace hum to herself as she prepared whatever medical supplies she would need for the removal.
“hi.” alphonso said, voice slightly muffled from the gauze on his face. you smiled gently, taking a seat next to him and lacing your hand with his.
“are you ready, alphonso?” grace asked in her usual airy voice, and alphonso nodded, squeezing your hand gently as grace began to work.
it was fairly quick- less than five minutes and she was finished.
“there. all finished.” grace announced, exiting the room and shutting the door behind her.
you made eye contact with alphonso, grinning in ecstasy that you were finally able to see his face.
“how does it look?” he asked softly, sitting up fully on the table.
“it looks great.” you replied honestly, studying alphonso’s new scars as he looked down at his lap. you moved to sit next to him, taking both of his hands in yours.
“are you okay?” you questioned, and he sighed.
“yeah. the scars just bother me.” he replied, and you frowned at the dejectedness lacing his tone.
“it shouldn’t bother you. you’re still you, scars or no scars.” he looked up at your words, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss the injured area of his cheek.
“it doesn’t hurt, does it?” you questioned, and he shook his head in response.
you peppered kisses all over the scarred area, rejoicing when he began laughing heartily at your antics.
“okay, i get it.” he grinned, holding your face in his hands so he could look at you.
“i love you a lot. just wanted to make sure you knew that.”
“i know.”
“do you feel loved?”
“of course i do.”
laughter bubbled out of his throat as you kissed his cheek again, laughs of your own slipping from your lips.
“good. because i’ll always make sure you know how loved you are, alphie.”
#sorry this is short i feel like i lost motivation but i love alphie sm#message received: flower anon!#alphonso hargreeves#alphonso hargreeves x reader#alphonso hargreeves fluff#alphonso hargreeves imagine
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I have a hc about Craig that given his unhealthy coping mechanisms about everything that he definitely struggled with SH at one point. Would you be able to write smth with that? Totally cool if not I get it can be triggering
hi anon, i'm sorry to say that i won't write for self-harm as it is a triggering topic for me and i worry that i won't be able to portray it correctly.
if you want to request something else for craig i'd be more than happy to write it though :)
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I just realized that in this new universe the sparrows still exist without powers. Which means if the sparrows are gonna be in s4 we’ll get to see Alphonso happy and alive and my heart can’t handle it bc I’m so down bad. My sister doesn’t believe me that I love Alphonso’s personality and that we’d vibe she just thinks I’m blinded by being an Epstein stan 😔😔
anon i gotta say i 100% agree with you, i was talking about this with one of my moots and we agreed that alphie would be thriving and i'm sure he would love you!!
im also a jake stan so i totally understand wanting to see him again because i love him to no end
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i will now write for degrassi: the next generation! started rewatching and remembered how much i loved the characters :)
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you should totally 100% write a second part to ‘in another life’ , that has SO much potential my god . your mind is big
anon i am happy to say that a second part is in the works! so many people have requested it and i can’t deny them of ben content :)
thank u for the compliment btw, i wouldn’t describe myself as having a big mind but i appreciate it LMFAO <3
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glimpse of us ☆ ben hargreeves
genre: angst, no comfort no fluff
warnings: HEAVY discussions of death and grief, also reader is at a therapist for 90% of this
summary: you talk to someone about how to stop grieving ben.
notes: i heard the new joji song and it spurred me to write this i apologize in advance
“have you seen someone for these problems before?”
“no.”
the woman in front of you continued typing on her laptop, muttering something you couldn’t make out.
“how old were you when this happened?”
“sixteen.”
“and you never saw someone until now?”
“no.”
you felt like the conversation was going nowhere, the clock ticking on the wall and the doctor’s loud typing irritating you beyond belief.
“tell me about it.”
you were somewhat startled by the sudden question. how could you begin to explain the years of anguish and grief that had built in your heart?
“like…how it happened? or how he died, or-“
“just anything. all of it.”
you didn’t know how to put it into words. you weren’t sure you could remember it at all.
“it’s gotten foggier as i’ve gotten older. but i remember his sister calling me, bawling her eyes out.” you started, a familiar lump forming in your throat as you recounted the worst night of your life. “she…she told he died while trying to help someone.”
“i didn’t get to go to the funeral. his dad wouldn’t let me.”
a noise of surprise came from her throat at that statement, but she made no move to add anything.
“they- his sister, and his brothers, they snuck me to his grave, which was on their property. they had a…statue, and a grave, with his name and picture on it.” your voice broke as the memory of seeing ben’s memorial burned in your mind, and you felt a tear slide down your cheek.
“i didn’t do anything. i don’t think i cried. i just stared.”
you stared at the woman expectantly, ignoring the tears that were pouring down your cheeks.
“do you still talk to his sister and brothers?”
“no. they have enough issues, they don’t need me piling my things on top of them.”
she began typing at your words, and you internally cringed at how stupid the words sounded.
“if you were close, you wouldn’t be a burden.”
“okay.”
silence blanketed the room as you tried to muffle the sniffles that were slipping from your mouth.
“do you still think about him?”
of course you thought about him.
you thought about him in the morning, and at night. when you had a particularly sweet glass of lemonade. when you laughed so hard your sides hurt. when the sunset was so mesmerizing it took your breath away. when you had moments of silence where you could take in life.
you thought of him every time.
“yeah. all the time.”
“you’ve never had the time to grieve for him, that’s for sure. have you thought about reaching out to his siblings again?”
yes you had. the problem was, you had no idea where to start. allison was a famous actress, who probably didn’t remember you. viktor had written his book and disappeared. and as for klaus, luther, and diego, you had no idea where to start.
“it…would be extremely hard to contact them. i think it’d be easier if i stayed away from them.”
“but you could see his memorial again if you reconciled with them, yes?”
a noise of frustration almost slipped from your lips, but you pushed it down.
“yeah. i guess so.”
“it’s just something to consider.” she said softly, and you nodded curtly, clenching your fists at your side discreetly.
“as for the pain that you’re carrying currently.”
you looked up at the woman, hoping that there would be some magic cure to forget about ben.
“you never got to say goodbye to him. you didn’t get to go to his funeral. you never got closure. this is something that’s been weighing heavily on you for about fourteen years, and that pain won’t be easy to undo.”
“so it’s pointless?”
“not at all. i said it wouldn’t be easy, not that it would be impossible.”
“that’s a relief.”
the session wrapped up quickly after that, and you made your way home posthaste.
although, it became apparent that your brain had other plans, as you ended up outside of the umbrella academy.
it was just how you remembered it. tall, looking over the street with a sense of eeriness and despair.
so many wretched things had happened there that you couldn’t ever look at it in a normal light again.
to your shock, the door of the academy opened, and your eyes widened as allison exited.
“allison?”
she looked up, recognition crossing her features as her jaw dropped.
“hi honey, it’s been so long! how are you?” she exclaimed, descending the stairs and opening the large metal gate to meet you.
“i’m good,” you lied. “how are you?“
it suddenly crossed your mind that reginald had died yesterday, and you felt heat rise to your face at the comment.
“i’m sorry, that was rude. is everyone handling it okay?”
“as best as we can, yes.”
you nodded, both of you sharing a small smile before an inkling of an idea presented itself.
“i’m sure you don’t use your powers much, and if you say no, i’ll understand. but can i ask you to do something for me?”
she furrowed her brows, letting out a small chuckle.
“i’ll tell ya what- you were my favorite honorary sibling. so i’ll do whatever i can, within reason.”
she was smiling, but tears had begun to pool in your eyes once again.
“can you make me forget about ben?”
#ben hargreeves#ben hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves imagine#ben hargreeves imagines#ben hargreeves angst#umbrella academy imagine#umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy angst
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something with alphonso + kisses,, i just love him so much ++ your writing is soso good <33
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kisses ☆ alphonso hargreeves
genre: fluff
warnings: none besides i kinda strayed from the request, i hope you still like it :)
summary: you and alphonso talk about all the kisses you’ve shared over the years.
notes: flower anon you’re so sweet!! thank you so so much for the compliment, i hope you enjoy!! <3
a small laugh bubbled out of your throat as alphonso danced in the center of his bedroom, surprisingly decent at the action considering he was trying to be bad at it.
“maybe you should quit the superhero biz. become a dancer.” you teased, smiling brightly as he gave you a mock look of disgust.
“yeah, right. scoot over.” he said, and you shifted so that he could lie next to you on the bed.
your head fell onto his shoulder, mumbling the words to the song that was pouring from his record player. his hand laced with yours, and you gently ran your thumb over the back of his hand.
“do you remember our first kiss?” you asked suddenly, looking up at alphonso to see him looking at you already.
“unfortunately, i do. please don’t remind me.” he replied, standing up to change the vinyl that was playing.
“why d’ya say that? it was cute!” you protested, giggling when he turned to face you with an utterly baffled expression.
“cute? you were dangling out of my window trying to sneak out, and i kissed your chin before i kissed your lips!” he exclaimed, sending you both into a fit of laughter at his recollection.
“it was sweet! you’re just embarrassed.” you huffed, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
your brow furrowed as you noticed a handful of polaroids stuck to the ceiling, the images too hard to make out from the distance you were at.
“what are those polaroids on your ceiling of?” you asked, head lolling to the side to look at alphonso.
“you and me.” he replied, hands still flicking through his vinyl collection. you got your feet to try and see the pictures better, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as you focused on one of the pictures.
“oh my god, alphonso hargreeves, is that a picture of us kissing?” you practically shrieked, making alphonso laugh heartily.
“it’s sweet, you’re just embarrassed.” he quoted you from earlier, motioning for you to get off of his bed. you slid off of the furniture, into his arms. he had finally settled on a vinyl, angel eyes by abba filling the room.
“care to dance?” he asked in a faux deep voice, making you roll your eyes as you accepted the hand he held out to you.
he led you to the spot he had been dancing in moments before, one hand finding purchase on your waist while the other held your hand.
“if you didn’t like our first kiss, what was your favorite?” you asked softly, lips turning up into a smile when you saw his eyes sparkle affectionately.
“when i finally finished healing from the scars on my face and you kissed the skin for hours. i remember feeling so loved.” he answered honestly, voice becoming thick at the memory. “it meant a lot to me.”
out of instinct, you pressed your lips to his injured cheek, feeling him smile under your lips.
“what about you?” alphonso asked when you pulled away, and you took a moment to stare at his face.
hundreds of memories played in your brain, kisses from the years that you and alphonso and you had shared together. how could you choose one?
“maybe this one.” you said, watching as his brows furrowed. you moved both of your hands to rest on his shoulders, gently leaning into him for a kiss. his hands went to settle on your cheeks, pulling you closer to his chest.
you pulled away with a breathless laugh, the giddy expression on your face mirroring alphonso’s. your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him again, and again, and again.
angel eyes was slowly coming to a close, but you and alphonso were too enamored with each other to notice.
#alphonso hargreeves#alphonso hargreeves x reader#alphonso hargreeves fluff#alphonso hargreeves imagine#Umbrella Academy#umbrella academy imagine#umbrella academy imagines#umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy fluff#message received: flower anon!#thank you for requesting <3
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ooo do you write for ben hargreeves :0 it’s okay if you don’t-
hi anon! yes, i DO write for ben! most of my blog is dedicated to him, hes one of my favs <3
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ANY alphonso hargreeves content pls i will pay any price 💶💶
cooking by the book ☆ alphonso hargreeves
genre: fluff
warnings: none
summary: you bake a cake with alphonso and cherish the time with him.
notes: bff im so glad you came into my inbox bc there is nowhere NEAR the amount of alphie content that there should be
“you have to make sure you’re not packing the flour in the measuring cup, though. or else it’ll make the cake dense.” you instructed, watching as alphonso tried (and failed) to get the flour in the cup lightly.
you hid your laugh and buried your face in his shoulder, hearing a sigh rumble deep in his chest.
“i don’t think i’m meant to be a baker.” he stated, stepping to the side and motioning for you to finish his attempt. still smiling, you finished getting 3 cups of flour into the bowl, murmuring the other instructions aloud.
you had poured the sugar and baking powder when you noticed that alphonso was zoning out.
you glanced over to him, finding him already looking at you.
“what’s the matter?” you questioned, watching as he shook his head.
“nothing. i was just watching you.” he said softly, and you looked back down at the developing cake mixture so that alphonso couldn’t see the dopey grin on your lips.
“well c’mere, alphie. the batter isn’t done yet.” you replied, watching as he sidled up next to you again and placed one hand on the small of your back.
the small action was enough to comfort you beyond words. you subconsciously leaned into the touch, resuming your previous task of mixing the dry ingredients, although you were pretty sure that neither you or alphonso wanted the dessert anymore.
“and one tablespoon of vanilla.”
alphonso secretly rejoiced that you two had reached the end of the instructions, meaning the batter no longer had your attention and you were all his for awhile.
“you wanna pour the batter into a cake pan and put it in the oven?” you questioned, holding out the metal to the man in front of you. you watched as alphonso poured the batter with absolute concentration, tongue peeking out from his lips as the cream colored mixture filled the pan.
he placed the pan in the oven, closing the door and smiling proudly at his handiwork.
“good job, love.” you encouraged, accepting the hug that he pulled you into.
“wanna relax while the cake is in the oven?” you questioned, and instead of replying, alphonso took your hand and led you into the empty living room.
he sat down first, and you took a seat next to him. his arm went to rest on your shoulders, and you gladly received his touch.
“it’s been a long week. i’m glad we have this time with each other.” he said, and your heart melted for what felt like the tenth time that night.
“yeah. we deserved a bit of quiet.” you replied, glancing up at him.
he looked back down at you, gently placing a kiss to your forehead.
“in any case, i’m glad you’re here with me.” he admitted, squeezing you hand. you stared into his eyes for a moment longer, unable to contain your bright smile.
“i’m glad i’m here with you too, alphie.”
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