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𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵 ☀︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞

robert "bob" reynolds x reader

word count: 3.2k - masterlist - read the series on wattpad - playlist

summary: you had been an avenger ever since their civil war. feeling lost after defeating thanos, losing all your closest friends, val gives you a job, leading to you becoming one of the new avengers. moving into the compound is a time of rebirth, new beginnings, and connection, especially with your new teammate who lives one room over.

author's note: i've wanted to write a classic avengers tower fic since like 2017, so this is me indulging in nostalgia. pretty much every single old marvel fic i've read has a reader with "wanda's powers but purple" so the witch in this story has powers that are golden and magical ooo but i'm writing her to be a more literal represention of witch, mostly based on my personal practice. i've also been working on like four different works this past week so hopefully i can get those done soon too, but for now, enjoy!

The darkness was fading. 

The buildings of New York had regained their color, yet Bob had lost his memory. 

The moment the current saviors of the city walked through the ripped tarp blocking the street, ready to give Val the beating of her life, was exactly the moment she had meticulously set up for as soon as she witnessed the gang of disposable delinquents unexpectedly gain a standing ovation after saving several citizens. 

They were supposed to be depicted as villains, fearsome criminals that her Golden Guardian of Good was supposed to protect the city from. 

But that plan failed, and her god had turned on her, so she had to improvise. 

“Are we live? Excellent.” 

You lifted the tarp with your arm as you walked through its rips, unprepared to face the bright intruding flashes from the many photographers that stood at attention before you all, capturing every movement as you stood next to Yelena and Bob. 

He looked excited, surprisingly cheerful for a man whose inner darkness almost destroyed the city and imprisoned everyone in the city in their own shameful traumatic memories. 

Besides Bob, every other Thunderbolt had the same skeptical facial expression, waiting for whatever perception of them Val was going to broadcast to the public. 

“For years, I’ve been working in secret to develop a new era of protection,” she spoke confidently to the press, “Today, the citizens of the United States needed that protection, and thanks to my hard work, they got it.” 

Your brows furrowed, she was unbelievable. 

Her grand plan was a complete failure, as you and her other agents came together to form an unanticipated team instead of efficiently killing each other like had originally planned. 

Now she was going to take credit for the fact that you all stopped the Void, the consequence of her original heroic concept. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began. 

“Meet the New Avengers.” 

*  

Moving into the New Avengers watchtower wasn’t a hard task, it wasn’t like you owned much to begin with. 

Val had provided you with a small apartment in the city when she recruited you fresh from Westview. It was nothing special – one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a window. 

It wasn’t like you were home much anyways, always being sent around the globe completing tasks, destroying evidence, and eliminating targets. 

It was definitely a downgrade. Before, you were living the dream. 

One night when you were 17, you turned on the news to see that the Avengers were fighting robots in Sokovia, and noticed they weren’t fighting this battle on their own. 

There was a girl, and she was using magic. 

You remember almost choking on your dinner as you scrambled for your laptop, doing as much research as you could on this new superhero. 

Was she a mutant? 

Was she a witch? 

Was she like you? 

You started writing emails to this girl, Wanda Maximoff, as well as Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark. If they were taking new recruits, you wanted in.

You sent in footage of your powers in action, of course you weren’t actively engaging in battle, but you recorded videos from your bedroom, using your telekinesis to throw around books and crush empty soda cans. 

After months with no response, no visit from Tony Stark himself, with offers of a new suit, fame, and fortune, you slowly gave up on your fantasy. College applications were due soon anyway. 

A few more months passed, and you noticed the Avengers appearing taking up the news once again, this time surrounding the Sokovia Accords, the death of the King of Wakanda, and the Winter Soldier. 

The Avengers were falling apart, and a part of you was glad you never got involved in that mess.

That was until a certain pair of visitors arrived at your door, as you looked through the peephole to find Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff waiting in your apartment hallway. 

Once you let them inside, they quickly stated their business, informing you that if you were going to come with them, it had to be now. 

They didn’t explain too much, all you knew was that they needed help getting Captain America’s friend to safety, and in your moment of pure excitement, you agreed. 

That moment changed your life forever. Was it for the better? For worse?

Who knows. 

After leaving a note for your parents, you were on your way to Germany, with nothing but a spare stealth suit they had brought for you. 

For your first fight, you think you did alright, especially against Avengers. It was a good opportunity to test your abilities in action, they allowed you to toss around Black Panther and Black Widow like ragdolls. Although you were caught, and briefly imprisoned in an ocean prison only to be broken free by Captain America himself, you enjoyed your life as a superhero. 

The blip was hard, especially after fighting so hard in Wakanda, just to see your friends disappear before you. You stayed with Nat and Steve at the compound, miserable yet alive, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The surviving heroes stuck together, keeping each other updated on what was going around around the globe, and in Captain Marvel’s case, the galaxy. It was awfully lonely, knowing your parents were probably nonexistent, but their absence made no difference to you. They hadn’t reached out ever since the media had called you one of Captain America’s “war criminals.” 

Hope was found once Scott Lang appeared at the doors of the compound, carrying his newfound knowledge of time travel and an imminent hunger to right what had been wrong and avenge all that had been lost. The plan to retrieve the stones from the past had been successful, but not without great loss. 

Losing Nat was one of the greatest hardships of your life. She was like a sister, the best role model you could’ve ever asked for, and you were infinitely grateful to have had her in your life. 

The battle with Thanos seemed impossible, even with the return of the world’s mightiest heroes, yet with the sacrifice from Tony Stark, Thanos and his army had been defeated.  

The initial joy from the victory of the battle and the return of all that had been lost was short lived once you’d realized you had no one. You were alone. 

Mostly everyone parted their separate ways. Natasha and Tony were dead. Steve had grown old. Everyone seemed to just go their own ways, leaving you to do the same. The home you had lived in for years had been blown to pieces by Thanos’ ships, so you had to find somewhere to stay until you got things sorted out. 

Your first idea was to find your parents, yet it didn’t go well. Once you’d shown up on their doorstep, they reluctantly let you in, sitting down with you in the kitchen.

Surprisingly, they were proud of how you’d saved the universe, but they couldn’t hide their shame of your witchcraft and powers that you had hidden from them all those years. It wasn’t until a little boy with features similar to yours walked in from the living room, that you got up and walked out. 

Clearly, they had moved on, restarted their family, leaving you behind. 

Your next idea was to find someone who you thought might be feeling just as lonely as you, if not worse. 

Wanda Maximoff. 

The girl who had given you hope from the very beginning. 

You had found her in a state of despair. She was a wreck, emotionally unstable. Her plans to live the American dream with Vision were ripped from them horrendously, leaving her heartbroken and alone. 

You accompanied her to the plot of land they had planned to build their dream home, in the suburbs of a perfect little town named Westview. It was obvious she was on the verge of a breakdown, tired of holding herself together, but you hadn’t expected the cinematic creation that would result from her powerful explosion. 

Westview became a television set, with Wanda and her newly revived husband Vision as the stars, and you, as a somewhat sentient neighbor. 

Her other neighbor, “Agnes”, seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and from the very start you knew she was trouble. Your powers could sense her energy, the dark magic within her, and she knew all about you. Your rivalry on the television show made for good comedic relief, but in reality, it was you defending Wanda from Agatha Harkness and her greedy intentions. 

Wanda’s world began to fall apart all around her, with increasingly strange behavior coming from the actors and confusing cameos, that eventually Agatha made her intentions known. 

You had tried to take on Agatha, in a behind the scenes fight, but you had never fought another witch before, especially one as skilled in the craft as her. She ended up draining your power from you almost entirely, leaving a dark, emptiness within you. 

This was the first time you remember feeling a physical difference in you. Your ability was full of light, energy, happiness – besides your emotions, the state of your being was always fulfilled and radiant, only emphasizing your positive emotions. 

However the darkness was new, you could feel it immediately. It manifested everything wrong with your life, every negative feeling that swam through your nervous system. Once Agatha was defeated by Wanda, some of that darkness slipped away as Westview returned to its normal state, yet you were never truly the same. 

After her family faded away, Wanda left the scene, running from her crimes. Watching from the curb, surrounded by emergency services and S.W.O.R.D., your eyes glared as they followed Wanda. 

Her grief was understandable, you never blamed her for Westview, but leaving you behind like that, really pissed you off. 

As you sat there, roughed up in your 2000s episode loungewear, a stylish woman with purple hair and tinted glasses strolled up beside you. With your chin in your palm, leaning on your knees, you stared at her high-heeled boots, waiting for her to say something. 

“I’m not sitting on the ground, so if you’d like to stand up so I can talk with you that’d be great.” 

You could tell from her tone she was pushy, yet serious so reluctantly, you pushed yourself up off the ground, brushing off your sweatpants and leaning against the military vehicle, awaiting whatever it was she had to say. 

“First off, let me just say, your work as an Avenger is remarkable,” she flattered, “Yet there’s no “team” anymore, so I’m going to give you the opportunity to work for me.” 

Your brows furrowed, looking at her as if she had just said the Earth was flat. 

“Who the hell are you, exactly?” 

“Right, I’m Valentina Allegra De Fontaine,” she said as she handed you her card, which you inspected immediately, only to find it blank on both sides. 

Before you could ask her what the hell she wanted to hire you, you looked up to find her walking away towards a long black limo. 

She didn’t even have to turn around, not even a glance over her shoulder, because you followed her immediately. What else would you have done? Where else would you have gone? 

From what you remember, the car ride was quiet, but it was the peace you needed after the fear and uncertainty that encompassed you ever since Thanos. 

Val had you completing several shadow ops assignments, gaining information for her, destroying incriminating evidence, anything to keep her in power. Pay was good, and you got to travel the world, but it wasn’t the same as before. The missions you went on were solo, unlike tagging along with Captain America. You hadn’t felt that lonely in forever. 

Before, your powers felt like a gift. They were magical and bright, The golden glow represented your youthful pride and happiness in accomplishing your beloved dream. That golden light never shined when working for Val, you felt like it was hidden deep within you, with no need to escape. Instead, you worked with the darkness. 

Using the shadowy haze that surrounded your soul, you sucked the lives out of anyone that came between you, and your mission. 

It was definitely efficient, and that’s what Val liked about you. You were clean, quick, and successful. When you found out her plan was to get you and her other agents to kill each other, then burn your bodies along with the evidence of the sentry project, maybe a little part of you was hurt. That small, stupid part of you that actually thought she cared, even the tiniest bit, about you. 

Now that you and the rest of the Thunderbolts received just the positive attention for saving the citizens of New York, she acted like it was all water under the bridge, and gave you all a new team name and a new home. 

Sitting on your new bed, in your new room, looking out your window as the sun set over the New York skyline, you flipped through your journals. One by one, you reminisced on your life ever since you were 17, that teenage girl with a dream.

Skimming the words on every page, noticing the colored inks, the perfect font, the scribbling notes, every page displayed a different time in your life. 

In between one of the pages, a small sticky note fell into your lap, containing a small sketch by Steve. It brought you back to the time when you joined Steve and the others in Scotland, just before saving Wanda and Vision from the children of Thanos. Making a mental note, you decided you’d give it to Bucky, knowing he might appreciate a remnant of his friend. 

As you took out the next journal from the box on your bed, a knock in your door rang through the room. 

Placing the book next to a glowing candle on your new nightstand, you made your way over to your door, somewhat expecting Bucky to be standing at your door. Out of all the Thunderbolts*, you’re closest to him.

Once you pulled open the door, you weren’t expecting to find Robert standing there, one arm wrapped around a small cardboard box, most likely containing all his belongings. 

“Hi?” 

“Hey, I um-” he brought his hand up to awkwardly rub his face as he began to speak, “The room next to you is open and I, well I just wanted to ask if you wouldn’t mind having a neighbor?” 

Before you spoke, you watched his eyes look back into your room, noticing how it had already adopted your personal aesthetic in the mere half hour you’d had to unpack. It smelled like sandalwood and lavender, and he could see smoke swirling through the room, illuminated by the glow of the setting sun. 

“Oh,” you thought for a moment. You hadn’t been the closest to Bob, but you didn’t want him to be nervous around you. Yelena had already chosen the room on the other side of you, so it was obvious you didn’t mind having neighbors. He was worried that you wouldn’t want him as your neighbor. 

“I don’t mind, Bob,” you assured, bringing his focus back on you, “Really, it’s okay.” 

He held eye contact with you for a moment, allowing you to notice just how deep blue his eyes are. It seemed like he was scanning your face to test your sincerity, his small smile letting you know you passed. 

 “Okay, great,” he grinned, looking down at his feet before he lightheartedly joked, “I promise I won’t snore.” 

You smiled a bit as he walked away and entered his new room with a small wave, which you returned before turning back into your own quarters. 

You continued to unpack your boxes until late in the night, taking the time to go through all your belongings and intentionally place them in their new designated spots. Once you got to the last box, you dug through its contents and put each away.

The last item that sat in the bottom of the box was your tarot deck, and something told you that now would be a good time to read a card or two. Folding up the cardboard box, you tossed it in a pile with the others before sitting down on the comforter of your new bed.

The flame of the candle burned high, the only thing lighting your room as you gave your deck three knocks, before taking out the cards and shuffling until you were satisfied. 

The first card you pulled was Death, which you figured. This was a time for change in your life – a new home with new teammates, a public facing job after years of being in the shadows. In the last couple days your life had been thrown for a loop, and it had begun its rebirth. 

Pulling one last card, you wanted to know what the future had in store for you, to narrow down the possibilities of this new life. Fingers skimmed the edges of the cards, back and forth along the deck until they chose the one, and slowly brought it out. You laid it out on your comforter and flipped it over to reveal – two of cups. 

Unlike Death, you weren’t expecting this card. You thought maybe you would pull something that would bring wealth or power to mind, but the two of cups? 

Looking down at the card, and the two people facing each other, what immediately came to mind was romance and attraction. 

Love wasn’t something you ever had in mind. If you were ever asked, you just responded saying you never had time, you were too busy with work to put in the time and effort needed in a relationship.

But the truth was that you were scared – believing if people were attracted to you, it was because of your power, the light was what drew them in. No one could truly love your darkness, no one would understand it, and they would leave. 

So, you never let anyone in. Because if you let someone know you, and find a place in your heart, they’d be the first, and you knew their memory would never leave you. 

Placing the cards back in the deck, shuffling it absentmindedly, you repackaged them and placed them next to your candle before blowing it out. 

The city lights dimly lit your room, but not enough to outweigh the darkness. You buried yourself under the covers, staring up at the ceiling, the cards still occupying your mind.

You never found it difficult to sleep when you were in hotels, staying in a different country practically every other night, but now that you were residing in a permanent location, your mind had to force itself unconscious. 

After what seemed like hours, you finally turned to your side and were able to shut your eyes, slowly but surely falling asleep. However, what you didn’t notice were the two white irises across the room, watching you through the darkness.

~~~

[em1989ts]

𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞

yelena belova x fem! reader

word count: 1.6k - masterlist

summary: yelena catches you staring, and decides a sparring session is just the thing you need

contents: wlw smut, sparring, scissoring, squirting, anxious! reader

authors note: yay first wlw smut finally, it's 3:30 am and i wrote this under an hour and haven't proofread it yet cause i am going to crash the minute after i post this, also i know yelena is canonically aroace (so am i probably) but this is a work of fiction and so is she

~~

It had been a peaceful morning for you. The anxieties of the day before had been washed away with a good night’s sleep, leaving you feeling calm and refreshed for the day ahead. 

After taking a soothing warm shower and getting dressed in some comfortable clothes, you made your way to the kitchen, excited for some of whatever Alexei had cooked up for the team that morning and a fresh cup of coffee. 

On your way to the elevator, you bumped into Bob, who happily told you all about the book he had just finished reading the night before. It was about a chemist who starred in her own cooking show, and he highly recommended it and promised to let you borrow it anytime. 

As you both walked into the kitchen, concluding your conversation about the novel, you noticed Walker and Ava already there. Typically, they would bicker back and forth about whether or not they should have waffles or pancakes or something similarly inconsequential, but this morning however, they seemed to be peacefully eating bacon and eggs and chatting like two normal people. 

Alexei greeted you and Bob brightly as the two of you pulled out chairs and sat down, ready to enjoy the meals he had placed before you. 

The food was delicious, contributing towards your good mood. 

That was until Yelena walked in, wearing a black tank top and her hair slicked back, dripping wet from her morning shower. Once your eyes met her figure, you immediately choked on a bite of bacon. 

You thanked Bob as he handed you your mug of coffee to sooth your throat, looking away from Yelena to catch your breath. How was it that she could look so good this early in the morning? 

As she made her way over to the coffee maker, making conversion with Alexei, she pretended not to notice you sneaking glances at her. She was an assassin, of course she noticed. 

You thought you were being subtle, but once she caught your gaze and held eye contact, giving you a small smirk before turning her attention back to stirring her coffee, you knew you were done for. 

She walked around the table to pass by you, patting you on the shoulder as she said, “Training room. One hour,” and walked back down the hallway towards her quarters. 

And there goes your good morning. 

~~ 

Why did it have to be one hour? Why couldn’t it have been fifteen minutes? Ten, even? 

Yelena’s absence in the kitchen let her command ring through your head, kicking in your anxiety for the day. 

You placed your empty plate in the sink and took your mug of coffee with you back to your room, before setting it down on your nightstand to change into your training clothes. Once you stood fully dressed in your biking shorts, sports bra, and crewneck, you stood in the middle of your room, staring at the clock that stated only 7 minutes had passed. 

Was she trying to torture you? Did she want you to heavily overthink your training session with her? Was it just going to be casual sparring or was she setting up some elaborate Ninja Warrior obstacle course in the middle of the room? Why one hour? Did she interpret your staring in the kitchen as you being an obsessed stalker and needed time to plan out a speech to let you down easy and nicely tell you to stay away from her? 

The coffee sitting on your nightstand was definitely cold by now, as you paced back and forth, worries eating at you, heart racing slightly. 

To calm yourself down, you face planted onto your bed, and just laid there for a few moments to relax your body and mind. Surely, there was no need to worry, she probably just thought you were weak and needed to work out more. Yes, that’s it. 

With a quieter heartbeat, you sat up on the bed and levitated your coffee mug towards you, catching in your palms before taking a cold sip of caffeine. Now that you were less stressed, you might have time to stretch a bit before your training.

Looking over at your clock, you see that it’s only been - an hour and five minutes? 

You froze for a moment, not truly believing your eyes, before you quickly placed the mug back on your nightstand, threw on your sneakers, and ran out your bedroom door. 

The elevator seemed impossibly slower than usual as you stepped in place nervously, waiting for the doors to open and let you out onto the gym floor. 

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be mad, maybe she wasn’t even there yet. 

The elevator dinged as you quickly made your way out and to the training room, opening the door to find Yelena standing there in her training outfit. Her arms lay crossed across her chest, as she leaned slightly on her hip, looking impeccable yet impatient. 

“You’re late.” 

She eyed you up and down as you tried to explain yourself, “Yeah, I uh- lost track of time.” 

She wasn’t going to bother pointing out the two different sneakers on your feet, so she began explaining your training session. 

“Right, well, we’re going to practice sparring. You’re too heavily reliant on your powers to fight for you, so you’re not that good at hand to hand combat.” 

That you knew. Of course, you could hold your own in a fight, but not too efficiently and not for very long. 

“Okay, so we just start punching or-” 

Before you could finish asking, Yelena threw the first punch, aiming a left hook right for your cheek before you caught it, using your powers. 

“Shit, sorry. Let me try again,” you released your mind’s hold on her hand but before you could prepare yourself for another incoming punch, she quickly spun around, and swiped her leg through yours, taking out your balance and knocking you to the ground. 

Trying to stay focused, you rolled to the side before she could drop down and land a punch, and tackled her onto her back. She quickly stabilized and flipped you underneath her, placing her knee and half of her weight onto your abdomen, the other knee on the floor between your thighs. 

Before you could grab her shoulders and use leverage to throw her off, she took your wrists in her hands and pinned them above your head. The position the two of you were in and her sharp gaze over you made your skin flush pink as you avoided her eyes. Clearly, you lost the fight. 

She cocked her head a bit and smiled down at you, “You’re really not good at taking control, or is it just because of me?” 

You dared to look into her eyes, a daring look now bored into you, which gave you the tiniest bit of courage, but just enough. 

With your arms pinned, the only thing you could do was buck your hips up slightly, your clothed clit barely meeting hers. 

The look in her eyes turned dark as she grinned down at you, needy underneath her. She transferred one of your hands to be locked with the other above your head, as she used her free hand to lift up one of your thighs slightly, giving her a better angle as she grinded down against you. A whine left your mouth as she dragged her cunt across yours, feeling her lips through the friction of her shorts. 

Your hair rubbed back and forth on the mat as your body moved with every thrust of her hips against yours. Her fingernails dug into your thigh as she let out the hottest groans you’d ever heard, looking up at her dazed and glowing face. 

Slick was practically seeping out of your cunt, you could feel it soaking through the fabric between you, mixing with her wetness. Every whine and whimper you let out was higher than the last as you got closer and closer to your high, using your last bit of strength to break your arms free from her hold on them above your head and firmly dig them into her hips. You pulled her closer, meeting her thrusts with your own as you felt the wave building inside your stomach, feeling his clit bumping against yours over and over again was driving you insane.��

“Lena, I’m gonna cum, please ah-,” you begged, growing closer and closer to your orgasm,”Please let me cum.” 

Her own orgasm was building fast. She looked down as your flushed, moaning figure before bringing her unoccupied hand under your crewneck, dragging her nails across one of your nipples over your sports bra. 

“Cum for me.” 

With her permission and that last bit of stimulation, your back arched off the floor as you came, moaning out with each wave that crashed over you as you squirt against her cunt. 

Watching you come undone and squirt against her was enough for Yelena’s orgasm, squeezing your breast as she moaned and grinded against you harder, riding out her high. 

Once you both steadied your breathing, you stayed in the same position for a moment longer, admiring the other’s fucked out and sweaty face. 

Yelena slowly removed her leg from between yours and lowered herself to press her lips against yours, in a passionate, slow and steady kiss. It took you a moment to remember how to move before you cupped her face in your palm and continued the kiss, before she helped you stand up and led you back upstairs so the two of you could shower. 

However, when Bucky came in later to warm up for his training with Walker, he was pretty confused about the puddle sitting in the middle of the mat. 

~~

[em1989ts]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟

robert "bob" reynolds x reader smut

word count: 1.9k - masterlist

summary: bob had been helping you out by occasionally doing your laundry, but when you come back early from a mission, you find out he might've had some selfish motives

contents: panty thief bob, kinda perv! bob, m! masturbation, caught in the act, handjob

author's note: i'm so glad i have time to write again, i have so many wips just sitting in my google docs (dw one is survival of the fittest p3), and hopefully i will get them finished soon. i've been completely captivated by bob/lewis pullman for the last month but five hargreeves still has my heart dw

proofread, enjoy!

Years ago, you’d always imagined what it would be like for the Avengers to return to their glorious tower in the middle of Manhattan after a mission. Landing on the side of the sparkling skyscraper in a quinjet seemed like such an inaccessible fantasy when you were just starting out as a lowlife vigilante. 

You never would’ve imagined that years later, you would live that very life you’d dreamed of. 

The mission had gone rather smoothly, so smoothly in fact that instead of returning to the tower by late afternoon, you, Walker, and Ava made your way off the jet about twelve hours earlier than expected. 

Since the task had been completed without casualties and was rather inconsequential, Walker decided that the three of you should wait until breakfast for a mission report with the other avengers. 

“Now you can get back to your boyfriend that much faster, you’re welcome,” he had said smugly to you on the way to your quarters. 

You knew exactly who he was talking about. 

While you were still warming up to living with your new somewhat reclusive and impolite roommates, Bob was different. Yes, he was shy, but he did seem to be the most respectful of the bunch. He had his flaws but that didn’t stop him from trying to be a good person, for his new teammates and for himself. 

Out of everyone, he was the one you turned to the most, the one you felt most comfortable with. You could tell he had grown accustomed to you as well, often finding him spending time reading or napping in your room. Of course, you didn’t mind. 

Knowing how tempted he was to rot in his room, you were glad he could find comfort in your space. Occasionally, he gained the motivation to do the dishes or a couple loads of laundry, anything that would give him a sense of accomplishment, and possibly some praise from you. 

“He’s not my boyfriend, Walker,” you said, exhaustedly rolling your eyes before bidding Ava goodnight as she disappeared into her room. 

“Right, he just does chores for you and follows you around like a lost puppy because he’s just a loyal teammate,” Walker sarcastically retorted as he opened his bedroom door, giving you a smirk before he disappeared for the night. 

You ignored his comment as you made your way to your bedroom, stationed farther down the hallway. Passing by Bob’s room, you noticed the door was slightly ajar, the darkness from the room seeping into the dimly lit hallway.

You stopped in your tracks as you tried to peek in the small opening to the room before walking closer, slowly creaking the door wider to see inside. With a quick flick of the lightswitch on the wall next to the door frame, the room illuminated before you to reveal Bob’s empty bed, sheets messy and pillows scattered.

If he wasn’t here, there was only one place he could be. 

You flicked the lightswitch, darkening the room once again before gently pulling the door closed and continuing your way towards your room. 

Bob had slept in your room many times before, but he had never stayed the night. He would nap during the day while you were downstairs training in the gym or in a conference with the team, since he wasn’t quite ready yet to participate.

Occasionally, you would lie next to him as he flipped through a novel, sometimes asleep from the exhaustion of your work as an avenger, other times awake and admiring his concentrated face as he consumed each page with a deep enthusiasm. 

You approached your bedroom door with caution. The door was completely shut, the darkness and utter silence seeped under the door. An image of Bob flashed across your mind — him laying in your bed, his book still open in his hand, his thumb holding his place between the pages, mouth slightly open as his head lay peacefully on your cotton pillowcase.

Half of you wanted to just let him be and just sleep on one of the many couches in the living room, where several pillows and blankets had accumulated from the team’s movie nights.

The other half of you however was so exhausted from your mission and ached to retreat to your own bed that you didn’t mind sharing it, especially with Bob. 

As quiet and gentle as you could be, you twisted the silver door knob and pushed your bedroom room open. The dim hallway light created a small path of sight in front of you, before it was outmatched by the darkness. You quickly tip-toed into the room and closed the door behind you, the faint click barely audible as the door shut completely. 

The rooms in the compound were quite large – with their own personal bathrooms and a good amount of floor space. 

It took you a while to get used to the new layout, but after some time you memorized it enough to navigate your way to your bed in the darkness. There was a small hallway when you first walked in, and as you calmly walked through, you expected to turn and faintly see Bob, illuminated by the faint moonlight shining through your window, completely oblivious to the world as he lay asleep.

But what you actually found when you turned the corner, well, you definitely could not have expected it. 

Splayed across your bed, wearing a black shirt that lay high on his abdomen, exposing his toned abs, and a pair of grey sweatpants that were tugged down almost to his knees. His eyes were shut tight. Not with sleep, but with devoted concentration. 

You froze in place for a moment, before quietly moving to hide behind the corner of the wall, peeking out of the darkness to witness the scene before you. 

His lip was bitten between his teeth, head thrown back as he worked his hand, stroking himself. You noticed something in his hand as you stared, a familiar pair of underwear you hadn’t realized had been missing till now. 

Now that you thought about it, you had been missing quite a few pairs since Bob had started helping you out with your laundry. 

The soft cotton of your white panties wrapped around Bob’s cock was a sight unexpected, but not unwelcome. 

As he lay in your bed, whines slipping through his teeth, bucking into his fist, you stood quietly across the room.

Your thighs squeezed slightly as you watched him, so needy in your own bed, completely unaware you had come back early to catch him so vulnerable. 

His curls had fallen over the beads of sweat on his forehead, and his pace was growing more reckless. He brought his hand that had been grabbing at your comforter to his face, covering his mouth as his moans became harder to stifle. 

You would’ve loved to watch as he made himself come undone in your bed, but where would that leave you? 

Leaving your hiding spot, you stealthily made your way over to your bed. His eyes were still closed tightly, so he didn’t notice your presence until you spoke. 

“So, that’s where those went.” 

His eyes flew open, looking up to see you looking down at him, and he froze. One hand stayed put around his cock, and the other moved to cover as much of his face as possible, hiding his utter embarrassment. 

“Oh– I’m sorry – I-” 

Bob had no idea how to explain himself. 

Yes, he had been sleeping in your room while you were away on missions. His room was just too lonely and your bed smelt like you. He just felt so much more comfortable surrounded by everything that reminded him of your presence even when you weren’t there. 

Yes, he had taken a few pairs of your underwear from your laundry. He didn’t want to seem weird, he was so afraid of scaring you off. He just wanted . . . some material, and surely you wouldn’t notice just a couple items going missing, right? 

And yes, he had been . . . relieving himself in your room. Again, it smelt so much like you. He had already spent a majority of his time there. He was just too nervous to tell you how he really felt about you, how much he really needed you, craved you even.  He made sure his visits were completely undetectable afterwards, and he always locked the door. Almost always, anyway.  

He was mortified. The one time he realized he forgot to lock the door, there you were, staring down at him in his most vulnerable moment. 

Your hand threaded through his brown locks as you looked down at him. He peeked between his fingers to watch your face – you didn’t seem that upset. 

Your pupils were dilated as your eyes scanned over him, stopping to watch his still hand around himself, before looking back up to meet his eyes. 

“Can I help with that?” 

His eyes grew wide as he groaned, his shoulders dropping their tense stance as his hand dragged down his face, “Please.” 

You motioned for him to scoot over, as he quickly scrambled to give you room. He watched with wide, anticipating eyes as you climbed onto the bed with him, laying directly to the side of him.

With one hand, you turned his chin towards yours, and encapsulated him in a kiss. 

The kiss was smooth, soft, yet he almost embarrassingly whined into your mouth. He finally had a taste of you, and it would be impossible for him to let go. 

His free hand pulled you closer from the back of your neck, as you reached down blindly and replaced his other hand with yours. 

As your thumb carefully brushed over his tip, he moaned through your lips. You kept moving your thumb in slow circles, and he had completely fallen apart. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, attempting to hide his flushed face and you kept working your hand so perfectly around him, especially with your own panties now in your grasp. 

You felt his breathy moans against the skin of your neck as he tried to bury himself into you, tugging you as close as possible as he moved his arm around your waist, bucking into your hand. 

His moans turned into whines as he grew more sensitive by the second, and it wasn’t long before he gently bit into your neck, and spilled all over your fist. He could’ve melted into you as he came, having never felt so blissful in his life. His hips kept shaking until he stilled, no longer able to handle the overstimulation. 

Reaching over to your bedside table, you pulled a couple tissues from their box and gently cleaned him up, as well as your hands, before tossing your panties across the room into your laundry basket.

You admired his face for a moment, eyes closed and mouth left slightly open, as his head lay back against your pillow, before carefully tugging up his boxers as his sweats. 

You thought he had already fallen asleep, as his chest was steadily falling and rising with every breath, however when you went to rest by his side, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, resting his chin on the top of your head as you smiled into his chest, a bit more thankful that he’d been doing your laundry.

~~~

[em1989ts]

exams are finally over and the will to write has flooded me once again

i've got a couple bob reynolds and five hargreeves fics in the chamber mwah ha ha

[em1989ts]

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞

robert "bob" reynolds x reader

word count: 1.3k - masterlist

summary: when bob comes to your door late at night, you find a way to comfort him and let him know he's appreciated

contents: artist! reader, fluff, cuddling, bob's depression

author's note: a fic about someone other than five hargreeves? from me? shocking!! but i am so in love with bob rn i've seen thunderbolts twice in theatres already and i cannot get enough of him - not proofread! pleaseeee send bob requests in my inbox 🙃

Late nights were always the best in the new Avengers tower. 

The hallways were incredibly quiet, with everyone residing in their own personal spaces until morning when the team would return to their mission planning and let their snarky comments loose on each other. 

It had been a long time since you lived in New York City. After spending years on the run, then flying around the globe completing missions for Valentina, you were glad to finally have a stable home again. 

Your room was dim, lit solely by a few candles on your nightstand as you lay against your headboard, with your sketchbook and pencil unmoving in your hands as you were undecided on what to draw, yet you held the urge to create. You often did at this hour, when all else is silent, your mind tends to get creative. 

As you tapped the end of your pencil against your page, brainstorming while staring at the bright nighttime lights of Manhattan through your large window, you heard noises that didn’t match up to the taps of your eraser. 

When you paused, holding still to listen, you heard the sound of footsteps, pacing back and forth outside your door. Setting your pencil between the pages of your sketchbook, you gently laid it on the bed next to you as you quietly climbed off the mattress. 

As you peeked slightly under the door, you could see the footsteps. The owner of the socked feet was ambiguous, but you had a strong feeling you knew who it was. 

You tip-toed over and gently opened the door, watching the culprit freeze in his place. 

Bob stood there, with a look of surprise on his face. His dark blue eyes wide as his brown hair framed his face. He hadn’t expected you to be up at this hour, let alone catch him standing outside your door. 

He was wearing a black crewneck and plaid sweatpants, the same outfit you’d seen him in for the last three days. His face was flush and his brain was still thoughtless as he stared into your soul. 

“Hi Bob,” you calmly greeted, noticing his tense shoulders, “You okay?” 

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine, just um-” his body regained motion as he fidgeted with his fingers, the sleeves of his crew neck pulled over the palms of his hands, “I uh - didn’t expect you to be up this late.” 

“I’m always up this late,” you smiled at him, “Come in, come in.” 

You motioned for him to come inside as you returned to your spot on top of your comforter, picking up your sketchbook, your pencil moving with a mind of its own. 

He shyly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He had never been in your bedroom before, and he couldn’t help but take a moment to observe it. It was like a museum of your entire personality in one room, with evidence of your many hobbies and interests- books, movies, cds, art supplies - covering every inch of your living space. 

Looking up for your initial sketch, you watched as he slowly moved his gaze across your room, tugging his sleeves and absentmindedly smilingly. 

Since you’ve met him, you’ve wanted to connect more with Bob. The two of you had become friends now that you’ve been living together for a little while, but he was still a little shy around you. 

“So what’s up, Bob?” you asked, returning your attention to your drawing, “Couldn’t sleep?” 

He kept looking around as he answered, “I did for a little bit, but I uh- had a nightmare and just, you know.” 

You all had nightmares. Every few nights you heard at least one of your teammates screaming through the walls of the tower. Bob’s nightmares were rather frequent, unfortunately. 

He sat down on the edge of your bed, rubbing his socks along your carpeted floors, creating a static charge, as he stared down at his hands. 

“Same thing?” you asked. He nodded. 

Ever since the day the void took over New York, he had felt so guilty, so sorry for everything he had caused. It haunted his dreams as he closed his eyes, willingly entrapping himself in darkness. Trapping himself with the void. 

The team was always there to reassure him that they were there for him, and that he wasn’t alone. But sometimes he felt they were only saying that so he wouldn’t destroy the world with his new god-like powers. Not that he wanted to, he just wanted to help people, and maybe help himself along the way, but it would take a lot of patience and practice before he was ready for missions. 

On one of your first nights in the tower, you had been walking by his room on your way to the kitchen for a midnight snack when you’d heard him, frantically gasping and trying to catch his breath. That was the night you’d reassured him that he could always come to you to talk about whatever he needed. That offer stuck as the two of you talked more and more, and he slowly grew more comfortable with you. 

“It’s just,” he paused, not knowing how to start, “I just think I’m more trouble than I’m worth.” 

You looked up, about to protest before he continued. 

“I stay around the tower, barely leaving my room, barely contributing anything while your guys go save lives and fight bad guys and whatever else Avengers do.” 

“That’s not true, Bob,” you disagreed, “You might not think we notice, but we really appreciate everything you do. I don’t think any of us know how to wash a dish without chucking it at someone,” you laughed slightly, lightening the mood. 

“And we don’t just keep you around because we think you’ll be good enough for the team one day,” you explained, “You mean a lot to us.” 

His dark blue eyes shone with a ray of golden as he looked over at you, emotion behind his eyes as your words hit his heart, “Really?” 

“Of course,” you smiled, adding a few finishing touches in your sketchbook  before setting your pencil down on your nightstand. You sat up next to Bob, his shoulder brushing yours, as you handed him your sketchbook to show him the page you’d been working on ever since he’d stepped foot through your door. 

The sketch of him exhibiting a shy smile in such perfect detail made him tear up a bit. He couldn’t believe someone could pay such close attention to him, take such great care in the accuracy of his image, and picture him in such delight. 

He bashfully chuckled as he admired the sketch before turning back to you, “You’re really talented, this looks great,” he complimented. 

“Maybe it’s you that looks great,” you quipped in return, causing his face to flush as he looked back at the drawing. 

A yawn escaped your lips as you looked out the window once more, seeing the dark night sky becoming an increasingly lighter blue. 

“It’s probably time to sleep,” you said, moving under your comforter as you extended an invitation, “You’re welcome to stay if you want.”   

He smiled, closing your sketchbook and placing it on your night stand, making sure to blow out your candles before climbing in next to you. 

He hadn’t felt too tired since waking up from his nightmare, but curling up next to you, feeling your arms wrap around his back as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, allowed him to feel just at peace enough where he could close his eyes, and feel safe in the darkness that surrounded him.

~~~

thank you for reading!

[em1989ts]

𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

five hargreeves x fem! reader smut

masterlist

word count: 4.2k

warnings: 18+ (reader and five are both 20), sex pollen so dubcon?, unprotected sex, breeding kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m recieving), hair pulling

summary: you and five, your best friend, get stuck in the apocalypse together. he's immune to the radiation that lingers in what's left of the world, but not you, so when you find a unique flower that sprays an interesting pollen at you, five is more than happy to help you out with its side affects

author's note: i have been reworking this fic for weeks because i just did not like where i was going with it every time but now i finally sat down and finished it, i think i was trying too hard to make it too detailed plotwise but now i really like it, its not proofread so i'll go back and fix any mistakes if i notice any but i hope you enjoy!

The world was different now, what was left of it at least. 

You were holding on tight to your memories of what life was like before the world ended, but your headaches, growing ever more constant, made them gradually slip away. 

The more obvious details were easier to remember: green grass, blue skies, animals, breathable air. You missed when nature meant beautiful, thriving life. 

Now, the only things growing were spiky weeds and vines, the occasional fungi. 

The air was too dry, filled with ash, and the radiation levels were too high for much to grow. 

You had your theories about what could’ve happened to the world, so did the only other human still alive: Five Hargreeves. 

~~~

Years ago, when you were just 8 years old, your parents believed it would be best to move directly next to the umbrella academy. They cared heavily about your safety, so heavily in fact that they homeschooled you, and almost never let you leave home. It was dreadful, for your curious nature wanted to explore your new surroundings in the city. You often leaned out your window, trying to get a peak at one of those superpowers kids who got to see the world. 

One night, as you read by your windowsill that overlooked the alleyway separating your apartment building from the academy, you watched as the children filed one by one out of a bedroom window, down a fire escape, all giggling with sneaky excitement. They snuck out for the first time in their young lives, noticed you and extended an invitation to join them, and the rest was history. You got along well with the Hargreeves children, particularly Number Five. 

He shared your love of retaining knowledge and the passion of wanting to explore the world, as well as prove your ability to sustain yourself independently. The two of you used morse code to speak through your windows at night, and you told each other just about everything. He told you all about his father, and how he wanted to prove him wrong about his time travel abilities. You encouraged him to try them out, to go to the future, and he agreed, as long as you came too. 

On that November morning in 2002, you were waiting in the alley for him to finish breakfast, and once he ran out and took your hand, your lives had never been the same. 

~~~ 

Now you were about twenty, realizing that spending the rest of your life with your super human best friend may be more difficult than you ever would’ve thought. 

Firstly, whatever ended the world resulted in nuclear fallout, which led you to believe a giant explosion abolished the Earth. While Five was genetically immune to the radiation, with the energy that emanated from his spacial jumps, you were a perfectly average human who couldn’t resist the symptoms of radiation poisoning. It was slow, with average headaches interrupting your already rough days and confusion messing up your already decaying memory, but you both knew you couldn’t last forever in this world. 

Secondly, being stuck with your childhood best friend who you happened to fall in love with was absolute torture. Somewhere along the way your immature intellectual astonishment turned to adolescent romantic admiration. Being the last two people on Earth made it so tempting for you to just tell him how you felt, but you couldn’t even fathom how’d heartbroken you’d feel if he turned you down as the last girl on Earth, you’d probably toss yourself into nuclear waste just to rid yourself from the embarrassment. 

The two of you had gotten quite close over the last ten years. He held you in his arms at night, just to protect you from the cold, he made sure you were the first to eat, just to make sure you don’t starve, and he did his best to make sure your sickness wasn’t worsening, just for your survival, of course. What you didn’t know was that he was constantly worrying about you, not that he didn’t want to be the only person alive but because he couldn’t imagine a world without you. You were the only one that listened to him, that believed in him when no one else would. The only one that made him feel like he was worth something in this world. His worst nightmare had already happened to him, as he had to bury the bodies of his adult siblings, but his new one was losing you. It killed him to watch you slowly but surely grow more sick, and he wanted to defer your inevitable end for as long as possible. He was in a race against time: time travel you both out of here before you took your last breath. 

~~

The weather was a sure sign that spring was finally arriving. You believed it to be April, the ten year anniversary of the apocalypse, with the back and forth sunshine and rainstorms. Currently, you and Five were walking down the side of the freeway, dragging along wagons full of your belongings and your apocalypse buddy, Dolores. It was almost dark and you were starting to look for a not too busted up car to take shelter in for the night. The fields looked like death. They were filled with dark, spiky vines and grass that looked permanently dried to a crisp. 

You adjusted the bandana over your nose, growing frustrated at its tightness, and pulled it off your face entirely. The air wasn’t as smoky as it used to be, the rain helped clear it out, and you could feel another storm on the way. Your lungs took in the air and whatever microscopic particles were floating about. 

“Put it back on, Y/n,” Five scolded, disappointed in your disregard for your health.  

“You tied it way too tight, it was getting uncomfortable,” you answered back. 

The two of you kept walking side by side until you came across a van that appeared large enough to store your belongings and to allow you both to stretch out comfortably. 

You followed this same routine every night: you’d scavenge, find a suitable vehicle or building, then break in. 

As Five used a swiss army knife in an attempt to open the back door of the van, you leaned against the side doors, your eyes scanned over the fields to examine to your surroundings, looking out at the vast field of dried up plants, not expecting to see anything different, until your eyes caught on a small, bright plant growing not too far from the road. 

Without a word, you immediately pushed off the van, quickly grabbing Five’s attention. 

“Y/N, what are you-”

As you ran through the field, you felt the dry plants scratching your shins, creating the tiniest, painful cuts, but you didn’t care. The fluorescent flora became clearer as you got closer, eyes entranced by its glowing color before Five blinked in front of you, causing you to crash into his chest and almost tackle him. He stabilized the two of you, grabbing both your arms and holding you tight to stop you from running off again. 

“Wait, Y/N,” Five started, “First of all, don’t run off like that. Second, you don’t know what that is.” 

“Oh, please,” you said frustrated, trying to shimmy out of his grasp, “It’s a flower.” “Yes, I know,” he deadpanned, “But there’s no way a normal flower could grow in these conditions.” 

You freed yourself and knelt down to admire the beautiful flower. Its petals glowed brightly as its orange pigments had you entranced. Five cautiously stood behind you, ready to pull you away any second, but he wasn’t fast enough. 

As you leaned downward to smell the flower, the anther puffed out quickly, spraying a cloud of glowy pollen directly into your face, before the petals closed in on itself and encapsulated the flower. 

“Y/N!”

Stunned, you fell onto your back, eyes wide and face burning as the pollen covered your cheeks and infiltrated your nose. Five quickly leaned over you, he had pulled his goggles down and used your bandana to wipe the pollen off your face before he noticed a drop. Then another. Then three more dripping onto your flushed cheeks. 

The rain snapped you out of your daze as you sat straight up. Five cautiously held up his hands and waited for you to say something, “You alright?” 

“I think?” You didn’t feel any different really, besides an oncoming sneeze. 

He helped you stand up and the two of you ran back through the field and to the van, where he continued to pick the lock. Once he got it open, you both worked rather quickly to get settled so as to not get drenched. You gently placed Dolores in while he tossed in any items from your wagons that couldn’t get too wet. The two of you covered them with a small tarp before he tied them together around the tire with a rope. You jumped into the back of the van, Five following suit, and quickly shut the door. 

It was dark in there. You tried the overhead light but you knew the battery ran out years ago. Other than that, the van was in good shape, with a couple dusty blankets in the back, a case of water and a small stash of granola bars which the two of you scarfed down rather quickly. 

“This might be our best find in a while,” Five said, leaning against the wall, looking down at you as you laid on one of the blankets, trying not to chug the water. 

He had been keeping a close eye on you since the flower, worried there was something you weren’t telling him. And he was right. 

Ever since you stepped out of the contaminated yet refreshing rain, your body had felt uncomfortably warm. A cold sweat covered your body, which felt like it was almost buzzing, and a growing sensation of desire was settling in your lower stomach. You kept your eyes on the ceiling, not waiting to catch another glimpse at Five, worried about the thoughts he would give you. With the two of you sharing the small space, there was no way to relieve the pressure between your legs. You could feel his eyes burning into you, of course he’d notice if you tried getting any friction. 

“Hey, look at me,” he said, breaking the silence. 

You still didn’t want to face him, you knew he knew something was off, that the flower did something to you. Instead of turning your head towards him, you faced the opposite wall and closed your eyes. 

When he reached over to take your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him, the action alone dampened your underwear as you stifled a whimper. 

He knew something was wrong. Not only were you unusually quiet but you looked flushed and sweaty, and almost like you were in pain. As he started into your eyes, he could see how bloodshot they were, your pupils incredibly dilated. 

He kept his hold tight on your face, moving your chin around to inspect every angle before you took hold of his wrist with both hands, trying to pull it away. 

“That flower did something to you, I know it,” he stated, as if it weren’t already obvious, “How do you feel?” 

How on earth were you supposed to answer that? The pain of not being touched was increasing quickly, and the urge to jump his bones and ride his thighs to relieve the pressure was becoming harder to suppress. You could only hold back so much longer, but you knew if you let go, your friendship would be fucked. 

You finally peeled his fingers off your face, holding his hand in front of you, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from sucking his fingers right then and there – God, what was wrong with you? 

Groaning, you released his hand and turned over onto your side, sliding your hands down your face. Thankfully, your clothing was dark, so he couldn’t see the damp spot of your uncontrollable arousal leaking out of you. 

Your behavior scared him at first. If that flower was poisonous, and you died a slow agonizing death as your body slowly shut down, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he could have prevented it, if only he had been more careful with you. But as he analyzed you further, he became much more relieved to piece together what the pollen was really doing to you. 

The flush of your skin, the soft gasps you let slip from your throat, the way you indiscreetly squeezed your thighs together, the look of complete and utter desire and desperation swarming your eyes. 

He’d seen small glimpses of that look over the years, but he’d always thought it was his increasingly delusional imagination considering you were the only girl alive on Earth, and he was nothing but a hormonal boy. He thought of those years spent feeling ashamed of how his mind could turn you, his closest friend, into an image of his own desire as he would imagine your hand wrapped around him instead of own, as he got himself off while you were dead asleep next to him.

Selfishly, he was glad you were in pain, because he was the lucky last soul on Earth who could relieve you. Although, not without a little more teasing first. 

He combed his fingers through his shaggy hair, attempting to hide his smirk before grabbing your arms and sitting you up. 

The way he moved you with such ease made you think about how he could move you into whatever position he wanted, and how easily you would let him. 

He settled you upright against the wall of the van, you almost teared up at the feeling of his strong hands leaving you, before he started unzipping your sweatshirt. 

“Let’s get some layers off you before you overheat,” he explained. 

“Okay, that’ll help,” you quietly agreed, trying to keep your composure as if watching his hands undress you wasn’t torture. 

“Arms up,” he instructed as he slipped off the next layer, a grey long sleeve shirt, leaving you in a white tank top. 

You have to admit, you did feel much cooler, but the moments where his fingers would graze your arms was driving you insane. 

He then wrapped one arm around you to lift your hips up slightly off the carpeted floor of the van, so he could remove your cargo pants with his other hand. 

You could’ve screeched with excitement, though thankfully you buried your face into his shoulder to contain yourself. You had a layer of boxer shorts before your panties, but you felt exposed compared to him, as he was still fully clothed. 

“Any better?” he asked, still in close proximity to you. His face seemingly inching closer to yours. 

You nodded. 

Not trusting yourself with words. 

Not trusting yourself at all. 

He knew. 

Just from looking up at his face, you knew he knew. He wore the same face he always wore when he was right about something. That smug know-it-all face you’ve grown the desire to completely smother with wet kisses over the years. He knew what you needed and this son of a bitch was daring you by holding it over your head. 

“Ready for bed?” he asked with an innocent voice, contrasting from the dark look in his eye. 

It felt as if all those years together led up to this moment. The moment where the two of you did nothing but sit next to each other. Inches away from the other’s face. Eyes staring into the other’s, occasionally breaking free to stare down at their lips. Daring the other to be the one to break over a decade of friendship. Once he saw that glowing twinkle in your eyes, amidst the darkness of dilation, he knew you’d break first. 

He caught you in his arms as you pounced on him, your last shred of composure was ripped away as soon as your lips met his. Five was the only thing on your mind. 

His lips. His hands. His arms. His fingers. 

Him. 

You wanted it all. 

The kiss wasn’t gentle at all. It was harsh and wet. The two of you had no patience, you had the rest of your lives to be gentle and loving. You wanted each other at this very moment. As you made out, he continued to peel off the last of your clothing. He lifted your hips, sliding down both your boxer shorts, tossing them into the passenger seat of the van. Before removing your panties, he moved to feel how damp you got them over the fabric. He almost growled into your mouth as he pulled his slick fingers away, finally pulling the soaked fabric down your legs. 

His arms moved to cage you against him, which felt like absolute heaven, and when his hands lowered to grab your ass, dragging you across his thigh, the moan you let into his mouth was angelic. 

That needy feeling between your legs finally being relieved was enough to make tears fall, cooling your flush cheeks, as his tongue continued to dance with yours. 

He moved to kiss your jaw, leaving a soft trail of saliva until he moved under your chin, and down your neck, leaving harsh intentional marks.

With your head tilted up, and your mouth free, all you could do was moan as he continued to drag your bare, slick cunt across his clothed leg. You were so sensitive that every time he pulled you across the fabric of his pants, you could’ve come. 

As he bit every inch of your neck, he brought his hands to lift up your top, already noticing how you’ve forgone a bra, and grasped your breasts. So engulfed in the pleasure, you’d barely noticed how you had been left to move yourself against his thighs. He swapped his hands for his mouth as he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed slightly, while taking a nipple into his mouth. 

You gasped, rutting your hips faster against him, with one hand holding onto his hip for dear life while the other was entangled in his hair, pushing his head into your chest. As your gasps and whimpers grew increasingly higher in pitch, you began to hump his thigh with more need, chasing your high that was steadily building up. 

You could feel him smiling smugly into your tit, then you realized you’d been moaning his name, begging and pleading for him to let you come. 

He moved his mouth back to yours, quieting your desperate pleads as he brought both his hands to your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples, stimulating you enough to finally push you over the edge. 

You shuttered against his thigh, your chest arching into his, and your moans losing themselves in his throat, you rode out your orgasm, gradually slowing down the pace of your hips until you were slowly dragging them through the puddle on his leg, sliding your slick across the fabric. 

Five buried his face into your neck as you slowly recovered, arms wrapped around your middle, moving you to sit closer to the bulge in the front of his pants. 

Instead of feeling relieved from the effects of the pollen, you felt the need rush right back between your legs. 

You leaned back in his arms to take him in with your eyes — his messy hair, his swollen lips, flush face. He was still fully clothed, contrasting your completely naked figure. 

Five noticed you scanning his jacket, coming to the conclusion that yes, maybe it was a little unfair that you were the only one completely exposed. He lifted you into his arms and brought you over to the other end of the van. Then he shuffled back a few feet and watched you sit there, naked and needy, waiting for his next move. 

He then carefully removed everything he was wearing – his jacket, his now stained pants, his two shirts – and before he could remove his boxers, you crawled over and did it yourself. 

You kneeled before him as you took him out of his boxers, and into your mouth. 

“Fuck-” he groaned as he felt your warm tongue under his cock. 

He was big. You almost choked when you tried taking him down your throat as far as you could, you just needed to taste him. He took your hair in his hands as he guided you, not wanting to push you too far, and not wanting to come down your throat just yet. 

When he felt the pressure building, he quickly pulled you off him by your hair, taking a second to admire your dazy eyes and the drool dripping down your chin. 

Five then tackled you, literally throwing himself on top of you, your head landing on your pile of clothes, as his lips once again crashed into yours. He quickly pinned you down and held your wrists together in his left hand, his other snuck down between your legs, sliding through your folds. You could feel his cock hard against your stomach, practically leaking onto you. His fingers were soaked as they slid back and forth, over and over, until you got fed up with his teasing and started moving your hips to feel more. 

“Hold still,” he said, trying to be assertive yet laughing a little at your desperation. 

“Please, Five,” you frowned, your neediness was no laughing matter, “Just put them in alread-”

You cut yourself off with a moan as he slid to fingers into you, immediately setting a strong pace, curling them to perfectly hit that spot inside you, making you squirm. 

He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles until your eyes rolled back into your head. Your orgasm was sneaking up on you, and he could tell by your more frequent gasps and higher moans, as well as your cunt tightening around his fingers. Before you tipped over the edge and the pleasure could wash over you, he pulled out his fingers, watching intently as the built up pleasure disappointed.  

“What- Five!” you whined, your hurt eyes met his as he sarcastically frowned, before he smiled once again, and lined himself up with your entrance. 

You’re lucky that you and Five are the only people alive, because that means the two of you can be as loud as possible. When he pushed himself in, the two of you groaned so loud it could’ve been heard from miles away. You both had to hold still for a few moments, as to not come immediately. The two of you were completely engulfed in each other, arms wrapped around the other, pulling them as close as possible. Once he started to move, you felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. Every time he thrusted into you, it sent a wave of pleasure through your whole body, as your cunt tried to suck him in. 

Five had never felt so good in his entire life. He’d imagined what you’d feel like before, but you were so much better than he’d ever imagined. So tight, with your wetness drooling everywhere. He buried his face into your shoulder as he rutted into you, appreciating the smell of sex that filled the van. You buried your fingers in his shaggy hair, occasionally giving it a tug that made his dick twitch inside you. 

“Ah — I’m close,” Five grunted, his thrusts sloppy. 

“Me too,” you whimpered, feeling a familiar pressure that was begging to be let go. 

Five reached one of his hands between the two of you to circle your clit once more, giving you the stimulation to come one more time, knowing he’d soon follow. 

“Five, ahh – I’m gonna-”  

The wave hit you, your body completely let go. Your cunt spasmed around Five, coming harder than you ever have before. You barely registered it, as your brain went fuzzy, but you could feel your come squirt all over your legs, Five’s as well, as he kept thrusting through the sticky mess, moaning loudly before stilling. His body shook as he came inside you, face buried in your chest as he tried to pull himself as close as possible. His come was warm, filling you entirely. 

The two of you laid there on the itchy carpet of the van for what seemed like forever before Five slowly pulled out and sat up, hearing a hiss from you that ached him a little, before he watched his come spill out of you, as you laid there, completely fucked out. 

He dug through his bag to find the cleanest cloth he owned to clean the both of you up with. He made sure to be as careful as possible with your sensitive areas as he wiped the come off you. 

He went through your bag to find new underwear and a tank top to redress you with, before he put new boxers on himself and settled back by your side. 

“You better not forget this,” he grumbled playfully as he kissed your forehead. 

You smiled lightly with your eyes closed. 

“How could I?” 

~~~

taglist: @misakiisstupid @lveegsoi @groovydazephantom @tremendoushearttaco @spidermansfangirl @madscamp02 @beanzwritez (send a request in the inbox or comment to be added!)

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diva ive had breeding kink five hargreeves on my mind is this perhaps a thing u would write 😭🙏 IF NOT DWDWDWDW NO PRESSURE

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰

five hargreeves x reader (smut)

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word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ (takes place in s1 but five is 20), smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

summary: after finding the person whom you believed would cause the apocalypse dead, you and five go back to the academy to celebrate . . .

author's note: thanks for the request! i wrote this in like an hour which is surprising since i've been working for like 3 weeks now on my sex pollen fic, i've rewritten the plot like three times now and i had no idea how i wanted to write the smut so this was good practice, i'm still working on it but i really want to wait till i'm happy with it before i put it out so sorry for the wait! (also i was listening to gracie abrams on repeat while writing this so i just used it for the title lol)

You’d never been so relieved to see such a mutilated corpse. In your line of work it wasn’t something you often needed to do yourself, only quick headshots to take out your marks, but this was a work of art. 

With Leonard Peabody, or Harold Jenkins, or whatever his name was, dead, that meant the world was saved. You and Five had completed your lifelong goals, finally delayed the inevitable end, and now you had all the time in the world. 

So how were you going to spend it? 

~~~ 

As soon as you and Five had returned to the academy with Klaus and Diego, he quickly blinked the two of you away. You thought maybe he’d spend the next few hours calculating the possibilities that the apocalypse was really over, that the death of Harold Jenkins was really what stopped it, or something along the lines of that.

But no. 

Without even giving you a moment to catch your breath, he shoved you into his bedroom door. His mouth immediately crashed into yours, his hand moving from its tight grasp on your waist to lock the door. Once you realized what was happening you kissed back fervently, hands entangling themselves in his hair, your mind on autopilot. 

Finally, the theatrical professionalism the two of you had convened throughout your partnership had come to its fortunate demise. 

His lips moved to place rough kisses along your jawline, and with one of his cold hands holding your neck in place, he scraped his teeth along your throat, sucking bites into the soft skin. The back of your head hit the wood of the door as you looked up, your bottom lip bit between your teeth as you tried to stay as quiet as possible, keeping your whimpers to the lowest decibel possible. This didn’t go unnoticed by Five, as he smirked and bit a little harder onto your neck, letting a little yelp fall from your mouth as you pulled on his hair. 

In a blue flash, he blinked the two of you away from the door and onto his bed. He tossed a couple pieces of chalk onto the floor before he let himself pounce on your once more. His mind was empty, finally all the equations were gone, and the calculations, all the possibilities. 

All that was left was you. 

You were all he cared about at that moment. And all he wanted was to be all over you, smother himself in you. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He wanted you under him, and he wanted to feel you around him. 

The two of you make quick work of your clothes, quickly tugging off your pants like two horny teenagers. You help him undo the button on his dress shirt and he unclasped your bra. You both still had your underwear on, and his hand reached between your legs, feeling just how damp the fabric was and smiling into your neck.

“Please,” you whispered, almost inaudibly, as you begged for his touch.

He slid his fingers under your panties and collected the slick, using it to smoothly slide them into you with ease, opening you up for him. 

With your mouth to his ear, he could hear every little noise you made, making the tent in his boxers almost painful, as he rutted against your thigh to relieve it slightly, before deciding he couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his fingers, sliding them along his tongue, memorizing your taste, before introducing it to you. He kissed you harshly once again as he tried to maintain his balance with one arm and slide down his boxers with the other. 

With his mouth on your, he slid himself through your folds, as you exchanged moans. He didn’t move at first, not wanting to immediately come and ruin this for the two of you, but you were so warm, so tight around him. He rested his forehead on your as he started to move, grinding himself into that spot deep within you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You held each other close, arms wrapped tight around the other, wanting to keep the proximity as if you were going to melt into each other with pleasure. 

“Can I-” his own moans interrupted his words, but he had you to finish his sentence for him.

“Inside. Please.” 

This moment was driving him insane more than anything that’s ever happened to him in his unconventional life. He must’ve died. They must’ve failed and succumbed to the world’s end. There was no way this was happening to him because what has he ever done that was so good to deserve this. You, begging him to fill you up with his come, drove his outrageously hormonal brain insane. 

He kept driving into you, his pace steady, his hands moving to feel your body one more time, grazing your breasts before he felt himself getting closer. 

He buried his face in your neck and started sucking to keep himself quiet, but this didn’t help. You grasped his hair once again, and as he fucking you with more intensity, trying desperately to get you both to your climaxes, you could feel the pressure build. 

“I’m . . gonna-” 

Just before the wave washed over you, you heard him groan against the slobbery, bruised skin on your neck, his pace stuttering to a slow stop, as the warmth pumped into you. You feared your eyes would fall back into your head with how far they were rolled back, and you used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in his dark hair to cover your mouth as you moaned out, pulsing around him.

The two of you paused, sweaty and groaning, still completely immersed in the other. Five had never been in such a state of peace. Still in a daze with his cock still buried deep within you, being the only thing keeping his come from spilling out of you, and your hand subconsciously combing through his hair, he wanted to stay like this forever. 

You were on the very verge of falling asleep, the sensitivity from your orgasm nearly died down before you felt him move once again. In his very relaxed state, he slowly moved himself in and out, groaning once again at the overstimulation, feeling the come around him, dripping down your legs and onto his sheets. Neither of you cared about the mess, as he stilled once again, too sensitive to continue any more stimulation, and fell asleep in the crook of your neck. 

~~~

author's note: these things are so awkward to write but after i'm quite proud of myself

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So in your five hargreeves x fem! reader sex pollen apocalypse fic, will there be a 💦marathon💦 since they got pollened (is that even a word?? Idk how to describe it)????

Just curious that's all heh also love your works sksksk 🩷🩷🩷

I'm trying to get better at writing smut so this fic will just be me trying to be more descriptive and overall just get better at writing those scenes and dynamics so i can definitely add a couple rounds ;)

i've spent last night writing backstory and plot cause i want this to be a more in-depth oneshot but i'll be writing smut tonight and tomorrow if i need more time so if you have any more ideas you want to see included please let me know!!

[em1989ts]

sex pollen! five hargreeves moodboard

i just started working on a five hargreeves x fem! reader sex pollen apocalypse fic and i really wanted to get the vibe together before i keep writing lol

I also wanted to come here and say thank you to everyone who has been reading my works, i first posted 'across the universe' thinking no one would see it but alot of people did and its really made me enjoy writing these stories for you. I've seen people say that the fandom is dying and writers are leaving and while sadly that may be the case, i plan to stick around since i have loved the umbrella academy with all my being ever since the first season came out and i really enjoy putting my two cents in with my stories lol

i appreciate everyone whose left a comment, liked, or even just read one of my works, it means so much, and if anyone has a request my inbox is open and i really enjoy writing your prompts and ideas

i've been working here and there on a couple different works with my free time so hopefully i can be more consistent in posting lol

thanks for reading my little update :) ill add the link to that new fic once im done!

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Hii Five request here: how would he be like when mad at you? Let’s be honest he’s definitely short tempered and even tho his lover might be an exception, we can all get pissed at people and im curious on how his attitude would be in this cases

just posted!! it's called temper :)

thanks for requesting!!

[em1989ts]

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫

five hargreeves x reader

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word count: 1.7k

summary: when most of his siblings don't make it back to the alley in time to go back to 2019, five is livid. but when you don't make it back in time, he gets worried about what might've happened to you. (idea based on this request)

author's note: i've had a lot of essays to write recently but this request sparked some inspiration so i took a break lol, i've been working here and there on some other works so hopefully i can put a couple more out soon! thanks sm for the request, inbox is still open, and hope you enjoy! *not proofread*

You didn’t show up. 

He waited for you. He waited to see you run around the corner into the alleyway at the last moment, just in time to make it back to 2019. 

He was already extremely disappointed in his family for not meeting such a simple deadline, an opportunity that he worked so hard for. He wanted to be done with killing, it was a part of him he wanted to leave in his past. But as a man who puts the ones he loves before anything else, he gruesomely assassinated a boardroom full of people just to have a chance at returning them to their normal lives in the correct timeline. 

But when you still didn’t show up even after the time he specifically told you, his mind began to assume the worst. He knew you were responsible, he thought you were more than capable of understanding the severity of the deadline. He also knew there was nothing holding you back here. As far as he knew, you had been living alone in an apartment above a diner, no roommates, not even a pet, just taking shift after shift as a waitress to get by in this new timeline, waiting for him to return. He knew you barely talked to anyone in the few months you were left alone here, so you couldn’t have gotten held up with goodbyes. 

As he stomped up the stairs, exhausted from his rant outside in the alley, his aggravated mind continued to theorize the possibilities of your absence. Luther agitated him even further as he trailed behind him up to Elliot’s apartment, already waiting for Five to immediately hand him the next plan. Without another word to his nagging brother, Five made a beeline for one of Elliot’s many guestrooms and locked the door quickly, leaving a worrisome Luther behind. 

Five began pacing angrily, shoulders hunched and hands deep in the pockets of his shorts, chest rapidly rising with every panicked breath. 

“Five?” Luther knocked gently, not wanting to upset his brother further, “Why don’t we just go look for them, they probably got held up somewhere, or they could be in trouble.” 

Of course they were in trouble, his family always manages to fuck up the simplist things. They could never go a day without getting themselves into the most outrageous conundrums possible. They were so careless, yet so selfish. He sacrificed everything, worked and struggled for his entire life, just to save their sorry asses and what does he get? Blame and fault. 

All their problems, blamed on him. It was his fault they got stuck here in the first place, they said. Instead of a thank you, all he received in return from his lifetime of fighting for their lives was utter ungratefulness. 

He thought you were different. 

You were the only one who showed him any signs of appreciation. You trusted him, you thanked him, you made him feel like everything he did meant something, you made him feel like he mattered. 

And that’s what he loved about you. 

So he couldn’t see why you wouldn’t be there. 

Luther was right, something bad must’ve happened to you. The handler, the remaining swedes, something must’ve deliberately tried to fuck up this plan for him. Someone tried to take you away from him. 

His blood was boiling, he knew you were strong on your own, you were independent, you could put up a fight. So what the hell could’ve stopped you? 

~~~ 

You thought you still had time. 

The screen of your watch, synchronised perfectly with Five’s, was completely smashed in, making it impossible to tell the time. Tiny shards of glass fell from your wrist as you ran through downtown Dallas. Bloody, scraped up knees stinging in the wind as you quickly turned the corner into the alley behind Commerce and Knox. 

Your face dropped as you slowed to a stop, noting the absence of the family. 

They couldn’t have left without you, could they? 

As you walked further into the alley, you noticed a large stain of bile covering the concrete, with a groaning Klaus rolling around right next to it. 

Seeing the familiar face gave you a little hope now that you weren’t alone, as you walked over to him and knelt by his side.

“You okay?” you asked, watching him roll over to face you. 

“Oh Y/N!” he said with a groggy yet excited voice, “You sweet angel, you’re alive!”

You held out a firm hand and helped him sit up, trying to ignore the pungent smell, “Yeah I ran into a bit of trouble, where is everybody?” 

“Oh, Five and Luther were the only ones here, but they left a few minutes ago,” he said, referring to the door at the end of the alley that led to the stairwell. 

You helped him stand up with the strength you had left, still a little roughed up from your fight. He wandered off back towards the street while you headed upstairs. 

Once you made it up to the floor where Elliot’s apartment was, you thought your knees were going to buckle with every step you took. When you knocked, Luther was the one who answered the door, looking absolutely relieved to see you. 

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” he moved aside to let you walk inside, “Five’s uh, a little pissed right now so maybe-” 

You walked away towards the shut bedroom door, leaving Luther in the kitchen. 

Stopping in front of the door, you could hear his footsteps going back and forth. 

You sighed as you gently knocked, “Five?” 

The footsteps stopped abruptly, until you heard him walk over and unlock the door, before resuming the back and forth routine. 

You let yourself in and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you watched him. 

His stare remained on his shoes, not bothering to look up at you. 

His mind was racing, you could tell. It was easy to imagine how frustrated he was, with only two out of six people showing up at the right time. You had no idea what happened to Diego, Allison, and Vanya, you could only account for your own absence, but that would have to wait until he was calm enough to listen. 

Once he stopped pacing, he stayed facing away from you, not bothering to look up. 

“Where the hell were you?” 

Before you could answer, he cut you off, “No, no, it doesn’t even matter anymore, does it? We had one chance, Y/N. ONE chance, to get back home and have everything back to normal again, and now you, and my braindead siblings fucked it up. I thought you were better than this, really. I thought you were actually reliable, I thought I could count on you to be there so we could go home, but I was wrong. Now I’m going to ask one more time, what the hell were you so busy doing that you couldn’t make it to the alley on time?”

He hadn’t gone off on you like that, ever. 

Sure, you’ve seen him get angry from time to time and you’d let him rant to you. You’d always be there to listen to him when he needed to let off a little steam. The Handler bothered him, the Commission stressed him out, his brothers pissed him off, but never you. This was the first time he’d really directed his anger towards you.

You looked at him, his chest heaving heavily, his face flushed red, but his expression confused you. His face displayed his typical scrunched brows, his clenched jaw, but his eyes were hurt, telling you the secret of how he really felt. 

The more you stared at each other, the more realization set into him. He noticed the bruise starting to form around your eye, the reminisce of swiped dried blood under your nose, and slowly, his furious expression turned fully into concern. 

You sighed, breaking the eye contact, “I was on my way here when I bumped into one of the Swedes. I didn’t even mean to start anything, he just saw me and went totally insane. He was by himself so I think I have a good guess as to what happened.” 

You felt like shit, physically and emotionally. The Swede caught you off guard when you ran into him, all the anger and grief he held after he had just killed his brother at Allison’s house was taken out on you. You were sore and tired, and you felt even worse about letting down Five. 

He walked over to you, holding your hand, carefully walking you over and sitting you down on the bed sitting in the middle of the room. 

“I’m sorry,” he looked at your face and felt so guilty. How could he be so harsh on the one person who did their best to be there for him? “Me too,” you said softly, reaching out to comb your fingers through his hair. It always seemed to get a little messy when he got upset. 

“No, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, It’s just-” he paused, “When you didn’t show up I thought-” 

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek gently in your palm, “I’m fine, and this isn’t the end, okay? We’ll figure something out, we always do.” 

He leaned into your hand, his eyes no longer glaring but looking at you so warmly. He didn’t deserve you. You made him feel like time wasn’t bearing down on him, like it wasn’t wasting away at every moment he wasn’t fighting for his life. You were so patient with him, helping him stay in the moment, allowing him to think of new plans without the pressure of his siblings.

As he sat there with you, his mind relaxed just enough to come up with another plan that was so crazy it might just work. The lightbulb flashed in his eyes as he gave you a quick kiss, before he moved to clean up your wounds and begin his next idea to save the world. 

~~~

author's note: i just wanted to note i started writing this in my hotel room in nyc (for some reason hotels are my favorite place to write lol)

also i'm still very confused by taglists so i'm just going to tag people who have asked previously to be tagged and copy and paste it for every work i upload, if you want to be added or removed please let me know :)

tags: @misakiisstupid @lveegsoi @groovydazephantom @tremendoushearttaco @spidermansfangirl @madscamp02 @beanzwritez 

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[em1989ts]

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞

five hargreeves x reader smut

word count: 1.9k

warnings: enemies to lovers smut 18+, five and reader are 20, kinda switch! five? idek, choking, fingering, unprotected piv

summary: you and five return to elliot's after a failed attempt at reaching reginald at the mexican consulate, leading to a fight that leads to a little more...

author's note: i need to come up with some new stuff cause pretty much every single fic has the same dynamics but i just love it so much i can't stop lol, also i'm still working on a request but it made me think of this so i got a little distracted lol

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“It’s your fault he got away in the first place.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

You and Five, your bothersome partner at the time traveling agency known as The Commision, were making your way up the stairs back up to Elliot’s place. 

After failing to save the world back in 2019, Five managed to muster up enough energy to time travel with you and his siblings to get you all out of danger. He ended up dropping you and his family off at different points in time between 1960 and 1963 in Dallas, Texas. 

You had only gotten here two days before he did, staying in Elliot’s giant home and sifting through his enormous collection of conspiracies. It was you who accidentally planted that alien idea in his head when he watched you use your power. Whoops. 

“You were the one who got all soft on seeing your daddy again that you gave up our hiding spot and made him run off,” you retorted. 

You made your way over to the door before Five blinked inside without you. Hearing his footsteps walk away, you sighed and pulled the key you had borrowed out of your pocket and opened the door. Five blinked the two of you a majority of the way here, as far as his energy could take you, leaving Diego and Lila behind to walk all the way here. 

“And we could’ve caught up with him if you would just hold your own,” he scoffed, already having poured himself a cup of coffee and heading into Elliot’s living room. 

“You think I can’t hold my own? How many goddamn times have I saved your ass while you were getting beat down, Five?”

You were getting even more pissed, raising your voice now as you walked over to him angrily. 

“Not to mention you only had to deal with one of those assholes while I had to fight two! In heels! And even after you tossed your guy out the window, you just blinked off! Some partner you are.” 

You pushed him a little as you emphasized your words. Of course, he was a good partner when it mattered, he did save your life after Vanya blew up the moon after all. But it sure seemed like he didn’t care about you at all in moments like this. 

He almost lost your balance when you put your hands on him, spilling his coffee over the side of the mug. Setting it down, he turned to you with an angry glare and shoved you back. 

“Well don’t go thinking you can fight me now, Y/N,” he said, almost daring, “Because trust me, you won’t win-” 

As he was finishing his sentence you took a fast swing to the side of his face, before he caught it and blinked you both into the small guest room that Elliot lended you both. 

He twisted your arm back and threw you forward onto the wooden floor. The room was dim except for a warm tiffany lamp on the bedside table. The air was clear and warm due to the open window, letting in the sounds of Dallas nightlife. 

You landed rough on your hands and knees. Maybe you shouldn’t have picked another fight considering you were still sore from earlier, but you weren’t going to back down now. 

After looking up at him for a moment, all smug yet still awaiting your next move, you quickly got up and tackled him, thinking it’d be easier on you to take this fight down to the ground. 

Five braced himself from your impact and blinked, not wanting to hit the hard floor, and you both landed onto the guest bed. The anger in your eyes never left as you landed a punch right on his cheek, your might distracting you from your new position. 

Before you could pull your arm back to hit him a second time, he wrapped his fingers around your forearm and used his other hand to grab you by the throat. 

A whimper left you as he tightened his grip, cutting off your airway. Bringing up your other hand, you tried to peel his fingers off your neck. Yet he didn’t let up, his fingers getting tighter and tighter, waiting for you to tap out. 

You inevitably did, your muscles way too tired to fight this stupid battle, as you tapped your hand on his wrist to get him to release you. 

When he let go, you brought your hand to your neck, massaging where his harsh grip once was as you caught your breath quickly. 

You hadn’t fully taken in your position, but Five sure had. 

He watched you as you laid on top of him, crading him, sitting just where he wanted you to. 

You looked dazed, all red in the face, hair a little messed up, chest raising as you panted heavily, his hormones had been driving him insane ever since the two of you traveled back and landed in your 20 year old bodies. 

It took you another moment to get the blood flowing through your brain again, but once it did, it acknowledged how you were sitting on top of him, pressing against a growing bulge in the front of his dress pants. 

Your breathing slowed more as you looked down to where your crotch met his before meeting his eyes. He stared at you with nothing more than lust darkening his irises and a flush on his cheeks. 

A smile crept on your face as you looked at him beneath you, eyeing his lips slightly before leaning forward, lowering yourself and meeting them with yours. 

His lips moved with yours perfectly as he pushed further into the kiss. He was about to move his hands to entangle them in your hair, but you had taken them in your hand and brought them up over his head.  

The kiss was definitely messy. Tongues clashing and lip biting, you were surprised neither of you drew a little blood. 

You felt him trying to assert dominance in your mouth as you fought right back, his hands remained held together until suddenly he blinked free. 

You landed on the bed, confused for a moment until you saw a blue flash in the corner of your eye. His hands landed on your shoulders, strongly flipping you onto your back, maneuvering himself to be in between your open legs, and immediately latching onto your neck, causing you to let out a gasp at the sensation. 

Instead of holding them above your head, he grasped both your hands in one of his and held them to your chest, reaching down under your pleated sixties skirt, feeling you through your underwear. 

“A little fight gets you this wet?” he teased softly as he nipped at your neck. 

You bit your lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting any more noises out of you. The fact that you were this wet for him was already bruising your ego.

He peeked up to see the look on your face, admiring the struggle he was putting you through as he slowly rubbed your slit through your panties while sucking harsh marks into your neck. 

He moved the damp fabric to the side, coating his fingers in your slick, before stuffing them into you. The little gasp you let out satisfied him but not to the extent to which he would’ve liked, so he kept at it, moving his fingers through you, reaching that deep spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

Once he picked up the pace, he could tell it was getting harder for you to keep quiet, with the tiniest of whimpers leaving your lips. The palm of his hand met your clit as the pressure became too much. You turned your head into the soft pillow which your head laid upon to stifle your noises. 

He didn’t like this however, as he let go of your hands in front of your chest and grasped your chin instead, squeezing your cheeks slightly to keep your mouth open. 

At this point it was no use. The pressure built up inside you as he planted kisses on your neck, with little teases of encouragement, telling you you let go, which you did. 

Moans, pleading, and chants of curses spilled from your open mouth as the growing pleasure finally gave in, letting you come hard all over his fingers. 

He let you ride out your high slightly as he admired your face. The usual stern and angry look you usually addressed to him was long gone, now replaced with a dazy, flushed look with dilated pupils as wide as saucers. 

He removed his fingers slowly, before flipping up your skirt and pulling your underwear off entirely, before unzipping his pants and pausing before he lowered his own underwear. 

Leaning back down to kiss you softly, he made sure you were okay with continuing. Once he received your quick, eager nod, he finally released himself after being restrained against his tightening boxers for so long. 

As he leaned over you, you observed him closely. His dark hair now messy, his usually cold green eyes now softened, you’ve never seen Five look so not put together but you loved it. 

Him sliding inside you broke you out of your thoughts. He fell into the crook of your neck once again as he groaned at the feeling of your walls surrounding him, your warmth was too much. Your head dipped back, almost hitting the headboard as you didn’t even bother stopping yourself from letting out whimpers every time he hit that spot. He quickly rutted into you as you both didn’t want to waste any time before getting to that high that your hormonal bodies have been craving ever since your consciousnesses had been thrown into them in 2019. 

Although the two of you weren’t that rough, you could still hear the headboard knocking into the wall every time he thrusted into you, but your mind felt mushy with the pleasure and couldn’t come up with the words to say anything. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you were panting each other's names and you felt the pressure built up again. You came loudly, squeezing him before he came too, pumping himself into you at a slowing pace before he stilled. 

The two of you were wrapped up in each other, panting into each other's faces, gasping as he pulled out slowly. 

You both quickly cleaned up and fixed your disheveled clothing, not making eye contact just yet, not knowing what this meant between you. 

Five ventured outside the room first, you were worried that maybe Diego or Lila overheard and were going to endlessly tease you both over the fact that the tension between you finally snapped. 

But instead, you heard your new acquaintance/host awkwardly question Five about alien procreation. 

~~~

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏

chapter four. series masterlist. main masterlist.

five hargreeves x reader

word count: 1.7k

book summary: five hargreeves gets lost in time and your father forces you to go after him, leaving you to get lost in a completely different kind of solitude. after decades, you meet at the hands of the handler, except you're not exactly happy to work with him after what he did. the two of you agree to put your differences aside until you save the world. how hard could that be?

author's note: i forgot how much i like this story, but i also forgot i started writing it in 3rd person and not 2nd so it kinda feels more oc than x reader?? maybe i'll change it in the next chapter but i thought i'd give one last attempt for consistency, i want this series to follow the show but i also want to add new scenes so i tried that out here :) also you can probably tell how much i love angry five lmaoo

As someone who has spent most of their life in a dormant state, Eight still preferred to be asleep rather than deal with the world while awake. One has zero expectations to live up to when asleep, it’s quite freeing. 

She was laying peacefully on Vanya’s couch, curled in the fetal position with a pillow cradling her head. Her face was set in an unusually calm expression, contrasting from the typical scowl it normally  displayed. 

Initially, she didn’t realize how Five had turned off every single light in the room, making it pitch black. 

It would be ridiculous to assume he did this for Eight, knowing that she slept the best in complete darkness. 

Because he didn’t.

As soon as he heard the door open, he flicked on the lamp beside him before Vanya could switch on the main light, giving her a scare. 

Eight awoke abruptly when the light disrupted her slumber, the usual furrow resuming in its usual expression on her face. 

She lifted her head enough to watch as Vanya took in the presence of two bloody teenagers, but dropped her head again before Five could start his annoying spiel. Tuning out his apocalypse sob story, Eight doubted if Vanya would even understand his pretentious explanation.

When Vanya pointed out the blood staining his forearm, she quickly got up to get a first aid kit to clean his leaking wound. Her footsteps grew quieter as she made her way out of the living room, leaving the impatient Five and a tired Eight lonesome for a few minutes. 

Five reached over to her, grabbing her bleeding arm and forcing it out in front of her. This got Eight up, as she smacked his arm away with her other. 

“What is your problem?” She hissed. 

“Leave it out for her so she can stitch it up,” Five answered obviously. 

She scoffed, of course she would’ve, but when it came time for it to be done. Vanya probably would’ve started stitching up Five first, anyway.

But now she’s wide awake. With Five having dug his thumb into the slice in your forearm the stinging grew too uncomfortable to lay back down on. 

She sat up, crossing her legs and very carefully maneuvering her arms. She scanned around, taking in the visuals of Vanya's apartment, deciphering whatever the decor would tell her about the details of Vanya’s adult life that she wasn’t there to watch develop. 

It seemed lonely, no signs of a significant other or roommate, but that wasn’t exactly news. There were stands for sheet music by the wall, the array of them giving her the idea that maybe she played with others, or taught lessons. 

She looked back at Five, who was peeling back the cuff of his once white dress shirt. His cut was visibly jagged from your intentionally fucked up job at removing the tracker. 

“You don’t have to look so amused, you know,” he said, without even looking up. 

“It’s a choice,” she quirked, leaning her head back to look up at the dark ceiling, “How long are we going to stay here?” 

“Long enough to get stitched up.” 

“Are we gonna chat about the apocalypse too? Maybe reminisce over a cup of coffee?” she replied with a bored voice, but Five could tell she meant it to be sarcastic. She knew his behaviors well enough, he was easy to predict. 

He finally looked up, and he wasn’t happy. For as long as Eight had known Five, he had always had the most psychotic stare, even before his time as an assassin. 

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Eight,” he hissed, “We need all the help we can get.” 

“No we don’t. We just have to find where the eye came from, whose it was, then kill them. Not that difficult.” 

Five turned the eye over for the millionth time, eyeing the logo screen printed across the backside. 

This was the lead that Five had been waiting to act on for decades, he must’ve thought this other countless times, she didn’t know why she needed to spell it out for him. 

He sighed, wrapping the eye in a scrap piece of cloth and shoving it back in the pocket of his shorts, “Fine. We’ll leave right after we’re done here.”

Vanya returned with the supplies necessary to fix them up. Eight appreciated how she didn’t question their state, even though she knew her mind was searching for an explanation. 

She sat down next to Eight, who held out her arm and folded up her sleeve, awaiting the painful pricks. 

As an assassin, she was stealthy enough to avoid bullets, but the occasional graze required her to remember those old first aid lessons from dear old dad. 

Five had already begun explaining the apocalypse to Vanya as she wiped the blood off your wound. 

“The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.” 

She looked up at him, timid and taken aback in his confession, “I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” 

Fucking called it. 

~~~ 

Eight picked at her fresh stitches as she laid on her back on the couch opposite Vanya. She had tuned out of their conversation once Five brought up the twinkie. 

“What about you?” 

She turned her head in response to Vanya’s question. 

“What about me?” 

“This apocalypse, is that where you went too?” 

Eight sighed, looking back up at the ceiling, hands rested over her torso. 

“That’s where I was supposed to go, but I never made it there.” 

“But you never came back,” Vanya confirmed, “What happened to you?” 

Nobody had ever seemed interested in Eight’s story, there wasn’t much to tell. Just darkness, loneliness, emptiness. Everyone would much rather hear about Five’s exciting adventures of scrounging for food and building intricate shelters. 

She had always liked Vanya, maybe she could’ve shown it more as a child. Regrets of partaking in her sister’s exclusion haunted her for years, knowing she was partly the cause, even though she loved to blame Reginald for everything. 

“I got stuck in the void,” she said quietly, “I couldn’t find a way out.” 

“I’m sorry,” Vanya said, earnest as always. 

Eight turned again at that. She’d usually be disgusted by sympathy, but in this case she displayed traces of an appreciative smile at her sister’s words. 

Five broke the comfortable silence, holding up his cup of coffee before asking, “You got anything stronger?” 

Eight rolled her eyes at him as the two of them made their way into the kitchen. Picking at her nails, she waited for them to return until she heard Five raise his voice slightly. 

“Get up, we’re going,” he demanded as he made his way back over to her, causing her to sit up. 

“Five, wait,” Vanya pleaded with him.

“I haven’t seen the two of you in a long time and I don’t want to lose you again.”

That was heartfelt, but unfortunately they didn't have too much time for that.  

“You know what, it’s getting late. I have lessons early and I need to sleep and I’m sure you do, too.” 

She moved over the couch to set up some blankets before bidding the two of them goodnight and heading down the hallway towards her room. 

Eight still sat on the couch, Five standing in front of her as they both watched Vanya as she left their sight. 

“We’re not staying, are we?” Eight asked, knowing the answer. 

“We are not.” 

~~~ 

Luckily, there wasn’t anybody walking the streets in the middle of the night. 

If there were, they would’ve seen the bloody teenagers walking side by side down the city street, scanning their surroundings. 

“How do we go about finding this eyeball place?” Eight asked. 

“It’s called Meritech,” Five responded, “We’ll have to ask someone.” 

“Perfect,” Eight scoffed as she kicked a pebble along the cracked sidewalk, “Where the hell are we going to find someone at this hour?” 

She didn’t look up from the ground to see what Five was seeing, so he reached over, taking her jaw in his hand, and turned her line of sight towards a convenience store across the street with a bright neon sign stating it was open twenty four hours. He dropped his hand once she reached up and dug her nails into it, then he blinked them both across the street. 

As they made their way inside, a bell rang above the door, announcing their presence. Fluorescent lights flickered over the eerily quiet store. Five made his way over to the counter while Eight stayed slightly behind, looking around. Maybe it was just nerves, or maybe it was the fact that they were out during the witching hour, but the whispers of the shadows seemed particularly louder as Eight looked around. 

There was a small stand with tourist items, like keychains and magnets, but on the other side there were a few maps of the city. Sighing at the convenience, she took one before making her way over to the register. 

Eight was just about to turn the corner when she overheard Five’s conversation with the unlucky man working the night shift. A voice that sounded scratchier than a typical smoker’s filled her ears as she listened in. 

“Listen kid, I’m not telling you nothin’ unless you buy something,” she heard. 

Five never carried a wallet on him. 

“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops, too. What are you doin’ out at this hour anyway?” 

“That’s none of your damn business,” Five was getting impatient. 

“Look, I ain’t gonna put up with you kid. You can either buy somethin’ or get the hell out-”

Once she heard a slam on the countertop and the man gasping for air, she knew it was probably time to step in. 

She turned the corner and Five looked over at her, holding the struggling man in a headlock, whose face was turning redder by the second. She held up the map, silently amused at how little patience he had before resorting to violence.

Without a word, he released the man with a shove, causing him to fall onto the floor behind the counter. He walked past Eight towards the door and she followed suit, but not before grabbing a pack of gum on her way out. 

Once outside, he took the map out of her hands and spent a couple minutes locating Meritech as they walked further away from the convenience store.

Hopefully, finding this eyeball's owner would be as easy as they planned.

~~~

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tags: @groovydazephantom

[em1989ts]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

I haven't forgotten about this story! I've just been mostly focused on fulfilling requests but I'm working on chapter four right now (as well as another request lol)

I've been thinking about changing it to 2nd person pov to make it feel less like an oc, but I want to keep it consistent. Let me know how you feel about it if you've read it :)

series masterlist

[em1989ts]

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

five hargreeves x reader

word count: 1.3k

masterlist - based on this request

summary: you and five finally get to live the life you've been fighting for, but he has a hard time adjusting

content: hurt/comfort, death in a nightmare, angst, fluff

author's note: thanks again for the request!! i listened to peace on repeat the entire time i was writing this cause it's just so five, it also happens to be one of my fav taylor songs! my inbox is always open so if you got a request please send it in :) enjoy !!

not proofread!

“Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”

~~~

You never thought there’d be the day where you and Five would live together. 

You’ve always pictured getting your own place, maybe even a cat, and living that beloved domestic life, but you didn't think it would actually happen.

It seemed like every single time you thought you were safe, another problem quickly made itself known. 

But it’s been a few months since the universe was reset, so you finally started to let your guard down. 

There seemed to be no apocalypse or assassins following the two of you around in your new lives.

That weight had left your shoulders, yet you could tell it still weighed Five down. 

You were both living normal lives now, blending in with the world around you.

Each of the Hargreeves siblings had gone down their own path in life for the second time, and it was time for Five to have the comfortable, normal life you’d always hoped he would have.

Five worked with the CIA, while you worked at a café a couple blocks away from your apartment.

He initially wanted you to stay home, knowing he could provide more than enough for the both of you, but he knew you wanted to live your own life too. 

Now that you had all the time in the world, he watched as you gradually grew into your best self. 

You explored hobbies, gaining exciting interests you never knew you had, which he admired so dearly. 

All he ever wanted was to see you so happy. 

But the constant fear of allowing himself to be happy and settled only for that to be ripped away from him never left his mind. 

After the universe was reset and the two of you lost your powers, Five grew extremely anxious. 

Sure, the two of you had learned combative skills and you were both excellent at defending yourselves, but what if? 

That question burned through his mind. 

What if the Handler came back? 

What if the apocalypse came back? 

What if someone hurt you? 

What if he couldn’t protect you?

“Ouch-” 

Five looked down at his hand, turning slightly pink after he burned it against his mug. 

“You okay?” you asked from your seat at the island in your kitchen, looking up from your book.

You had noticed he was particularly stressed today, but you could tell he didn’t feel like talking about it. 

He had checked the lock on the door at least four times now. Even the balcony doors were locked with the curtains drawn, blocking the moonlight from entering the mostly dark apartment.

You knew it was hard for him to adjust to a normal life. He had been so focused on surviving for so many years he forgot what it was like to live. 

You had tried to help him, and sometimes it worked. He would dance with you while your Frank Sinatra records played in your cozy living room. He would try out new recipes with you. 

You loved it most when you could just enjoy each other's company, without a care in the world how much time had passed, because it was never a waste. 

The two of you would spend hours together, wrapped up in each other arms or simply leaning on each other. Sometimes you would talk, sometimes you would just enjoy the intimate silence. 

You didn’t like the silence now though, as you watched his furrowed brows and shaking hands. 

You knew it was hard for him to bring up how he felt. His family always shoved his feelings so far down their list of problems he never felt like they would be important to you. 

As much as you reassured him he could always talk to you about anything, he still didn’t want to be a burden. 

“I’m fine,” he picked up his mug with one hand and walked around the island over to you. He held your head and pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“I’m heading to bed,” he said quietly, “Love you.”

You smiled, “Love you, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

As he walked into your shared bedroom, you couldn’t help but worry about the man you cared so much about, and you wish you knew how to help him. 

~~~

It was happening again. 

He was running. 

There was so much smoke. 

So many flames. 

So many bodies. 

He frantically looked around, until his eyes landed on the one body he couldn’t handle seeing in such a state. 

He was too late. If only he ran faster, if only he couldn’t stopped this, if only he could’ve saved you. 

His knees hit the gravel.

He screamed but he couldn’t hear himself. 

He hear your voice calling for him

 Your mouth was undefinable, but he could tell it wasn’t moving. 

The smoke filled his lungs. He couldn’t breathe

“Five!” 

~~~

He sat straight up. The cold air hit his sweat covered chest as the sheets flew forward. 

He was still screaming as he tried to pry his eyes open with his hands, scratching the vision out of his head. 

You were still saying his name and you reached for his eyes, grabbing them tightly and bringing them away from his face. 

His eyes were bloodshot and he was shaking intensely, but once his sight focused on you he caged you in with his arms and started bawling. 

You had never witnessed one of his nightmares get so bad. 

Of course, he’d had several ever since you’d moved in together but he’s never been this disturbed by one.

You could feel his tears in your hair and you could slightly make out his muffled chanting. 

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

Your heart was breaking just seeing him like this, you couldn’t bear him so distressed.

You tried to calm him down as he held you, with soothing whispers and coos to calm his breathing and heart rate. 

Once he seemed less frantic, you peeled his arms off you and sat in front of him, holding his hands. 

“What happened?” You asked him softly, brushing his hair off his forehead. 

He looked as though we were going to cry all over again but he looked down and said, “I lost you.” 

“It wasn’t real, Five,” you reassured him, “I’m right here, I’m okay.”

You held his face in your palms, looking into his green eyes. 

It pained you to see him so worried.

He held his hand over yours, “I just want you to be safe.”

“I am,” you smiled sadly at him. 

“We don’t have to worry about the apocalypse anymore,” you reassured him, “There’s no more commission. There’s nothing coming after us, we’re safe.” 

He signed, taking your hands off his cheeks and holding them in his lap, tracing the lines along your palms. 

“I want more than anything for you to feel safe, Five. I don’t want to see you so scared to live a normal life, one that we’ve been fighting for so long for.” 

A tear ran down his cheek, which you wiped away with your thumb. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I just- I want you to be happy. I don’t mean to bother-”

“Please don’t,” you cut him off. 

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it over the two of you, tucking you both in. 

As you faced him, you said, “You don’t need to apologize.” 

Pulling him in, you felt his face bury into your chest as your fingers combed through his dark hair. His breathing slow, his body warm against you, his heart rate slowing. 

“As long as I get to live this life with you, Five, I’m happy.” 

~~~

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THIS ISN'T A QUESTION BUT I REALLY LOVE UR WORK AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO INSPIRED ME TO FINALLY PUBLISH ON TUMBLR THANK U SM FOR FOLLOWING 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

THANK YOU!!! UR SO SWEET!!!

I've read your work and it's remarkable, can't wait to follow along with your writing :))

[em1989ts]

hey! i saw you mention that your inbox was open & requests were up and i was wondering how you’d feel about writing a hurt/comfort with five, helping him handle some sort of nightmare or apocalypse related trauma? he’s adorable and he deserves the world

I saw this a few days ago but I've been super sick so I'm finally getting around to starting it now! Thank you so so so much for the request, I'm really excited for this one :)))

also you're so right he deserves sm love (which he will definitely get <3)