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Hi love I found out your marauders fic recently and they amazing! Are u still taking request with them?

I don’t currently take requests, however sometimes I do use them as prompts but I cannot promise you it will get posted or get done

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SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

Pairing: Husband!Tim Drake-Wayne X Wife!Reader

Summary: Tim plans a surprise trip to New York City, its better than he could've ever imagined.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Apart of my new series! The Track list of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) used for imagines of Tim Drake! The master list for this series should be posted soon!

Her hands shook. The ground beneath her trembled due to turbulence. A steady weight of polyester was around her waist, keeping her in place. The plastic tray in front of her stumbled slightly. Her computer screen was trembling slightly. 

Beside her, the sound of clicking was like white noise. He hadn’t stopped since they boarded the jet an hour ago. Star Labs in Central City had invented a new device that Wayne Enterprises was interested in partnering with. Tim had insisted that they fly to Star Labs the next day to discuss details. 

She had rolled her eyes but woke up at eight in the morning anyway. 

The computer in front of her held documents for the fundraising event in Park Row. Jason had suggested they do something small for the kids living in the area. Neither of them had protested. Y/n had begun planning different things to bring up to Jason when they landed in Gotham. It was small things like libraries, small housing units, better convenience stores, and possibly, as a more extensive improvement, a school. 

Her heart was whole. She closed the laptop and let it click shut. Her hands loosened the seatbelt slightly, and leaned her head on Tim’s shoulder. He recognized the motion by turning to kiss her hair. She hummed and closed her eyes, lulled asleep by the plane's rumbling. 

It didn’t feel much longer before Tim shook her awake, “Wake up, we’re here.”

“Mmmm,” She hummed. 

He chuckled, “Come on, wake up.”

Y/n stretched off his shoulder and rubbed her eyes. The laptop was gone in front of her, and her bag was zipped up in front of her. The sun was setting outside the jet window. She went to grab her bag before a hand stopped her, “You won’t need that, come on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me?” 

His smile could’ve stopped the earth from turning. It was close-lipped, and yet it made her heart flutter every time. Tim’s face was soft and kind. It always had been, even through his worst moments. He held himself together like an artist molding clay. He carefully carved every piece of himself together and showed only what he wanted to let others see. 

She could see through it where a tiny mark of imperfection covered every smooth mark. Where someone had molded it too many times, and it became too tender. Where the colors had changed into different ones from trying to cover up past mistakes. 

Tim walked out of the seat and held his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his cold, soft one and allowed him to lead her. He led her to the exit and climbed down the stairs. She followed behind. The air was dry, frigid, and cold. Thankfully, she had a hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie from when they got onto the plane. The dress and heels had been uncomfortable. 

He was dressed similarly. He was wearing an old Bludhaven University sweatshirt stolen from Dick. His sweatpants were an old pair of his, the faded Gotham Academy logo on the top left of the pant leg. Jason’s hand me down converse on his feet and almost falling apart. He wouldn’t throw them away. His grey beanie from Bruce when he had gotten cold as Robin. Yet on his left hand, on his ring finger, held his most prized possession. His wedding ring with the girl he’d love until he died, and he would make sure it wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

“Tim, this is not Gotham.”

He rolled his eyes, “Brilliant observation, Einstein.”

“Where are we?”

“New York!” He exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling, “I thought maybe we could use the night and day tomorrow just to relax.”

“There’s so much stuff to do during December in New York!” Tim continued, “We could go see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, or we could go see the Dukes Heights Holiday lights, or visit the Bank of America Winter Village at Bryant Park-“

She placed her freezing hands on his cheeks, “It sounds lovely, Tim. Thank you.”

He was putty in her hands, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Tim brushed a piece of hair from her face. His hand lingered behind her ear, and he gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers before pulling her closer. Y/n hummed and kissed him back. Tim’s lips were soft and so gentle. They always had a faint taste of mint from his chapstick. He pulled away, “What’re we doing wasting our time up here? Come on, we gotta go.”

Y/n chuckled, and that’s when she realized how far up they were. The jet had landed on a helipad far up in the air. She looked at the view and saw the Empire State Building and the smaller buildings beneath them. Under her feet was an illuminating sign that read Wayne Enterprises. Tim’s hand reached for hers before pulling them down the stairs and into the elevator. 

He pulled her to his chest. Her ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand rubbed her back and the other on her waist while they descended the building. It took minutes because people stopped to enter and exit through their trip to the bottom. Some made small talk with Tim, surprised to see him in the New York office. He had smiled politely and contributed to the small talk. 

They reached the bottom and walked out of the elevator to the outside of the building. There was snow fluttering around them. Some landed on their beanies and the tops of their shoulders. Their hands stayed connected as they walked through the city together. Christmas lights lit up the city at almost every corner, and the ground was covered in little specks of white. 

The night could only be described as magical. They roamed through the city. For once, having nothing on the agenda, just spending time with each other. No interruptions, no patrol, no training, and no people waiting to kill them. It was a smooth night. She could feel her eyes sometimes and see the flash of cameras, but it didn’t bother her this time. She felt proud. 

Because, yes, she was spending the day with her husband in New York City, and nothing could stop that. Not nasty paparazzi, not fangirled crushing on her husband, not the girls that giggled at her as they passed, and definitely not the older adults that glared as they talked too loud. Her heart was content. 

Tim swore he had never had so much fun in his life since chasing Robin and Batman around in the dirtiest parts of Gotham. There was nothing that made his heart feel as complete as the heavy camera in his hands watching Batman kick butt and Robins quips. But right here, right now, his heart felt even more full. His wife a steady weight beside him, her laugh boisterous and beautiful, the flecks of snow in her hair, the tip of her nose turning red. He wanted to marry her all over again. 

They spent the night in absolute bliss. The lights illuminated her face, and he wished he had his camera. However, he knew this memory was too precious to keep in a photograph. He loved photography, but he knew its limits. It could capture a moment, but it could never capture the absolute love in this moment. 

He saw something in the corner of his eyes. His heart sped up with the meaning of it. Purposefully, he led her that way, and she stumbled when he stopped, “Tim, why’d you stop?”

“Look up.”

Her face turned red, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Tim wished he could bottle the feeling up and keep it for whenever he wanted, “I love you, and I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Timothy,” Y/n scolded playfully, “You’re a dork.”

He grinned, “Your dork.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.” She quipped before pecking his lips. 

Tim watched her pull away, “Nope, not enough.”

He pulled her back tightly. His lips planted on hers, and he let himself have this moment. They weren’t one for public displays of affection, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she allowed it. His body went warm and soft. He could stay in this city forever. He’d leave Gotham forever if it meant feeling this every day. If it meant he wouldn’t have to feel the stress, the pressure, the anxiety. He’d do it in a heartbeat. 

They pulled apart. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes sparkling. His pupils were blown large, lips slightly parted, and his nose pink. At that moment, they felt a flash of light. Tim chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully. He turned to the man with the camera, “How much will it cost to get that picture emailed?”

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Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

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Lukewarm Coffee | T.D

Pairing: Tim Drake X Fem!Reader

Summary: All Tim wants is a breath of fresh air, and after seventeen years, he gets one.

Word Count: 1.0K

He felt like a lukewarm cup of coffee. 

It wasn’t quite hot enough to be enjoyable, but it wasn’t cold enough either. His planner sat open on the table in front of him. Notes were scattered throughout the little box on the left. Things were written over other scribbles, and each day had a plethora of words within the small boxes. They really need to make these little things bigger for people with a lot of shit to do. 

Tim sighed. His pen in his hand had somehow been taken apart. He figured he must have done it without paying attention. There was black ink all over the wooden table, and he grabbed a napkin to hide the mess he had created. All the napkin did was smear it even further. It was a lost cause. He grabbed another pen from his bag and put it carefully next to the spiral agenda.

The window was nice, in any case. It was a rare sunny day in Gotham, and its light was coming through the window onto Tim’s lap. He was always cold, so it felt nice against his black pants. It brightened up his already pale complexion and made his features seem sharper than they were. His pen tapped against the book, and his teeth caught his lower lip. It had taken him no time to leave the Manor today. 

He felt guilty. Granted, he always felt guilty, but more so, especially after last night’s fight. He didn’t know where he had gone wrong. Tim had tried so hard to be the big brother that Dick always was to him, that Jason was to him now. Damian never budged. It was the degrading comments, pretending he wasn’t there, constantly trying to compete with him.  Finally, Tim had said something, and everything had just unraveled. The ball of twine was finally in a heap of string on the floor. 

Bruce had given Tim that disappointing look, and that was all it had taken. Everything was his fault, and he knew that, but he didn’t understand. So Tim took all his belongings and placed them in a backpack except his laptop, which he worked on until morning. When the clock hit seven, he got dressed, grabbed his bag, and promptly left the Manor without another word. 

There was a nice coffee shop near Wayne Enterprises that he had always wanted to try. Tim opened the door to hear a little ding and found a booth in the furthest corner of the shop. Before heading in that direction, he asked and paid for a black coffee with two extra espresso shots. The girl smiled and complied. He placed his bag on his right, closest to the window, and unpacked all his belongings. His coffee sat on his right, with steam flowing from the cup into the air. 

He looked down at the clock to see he had been sitting there for three hours. His computer screen had Microsoft Word pulled up with case notes from suspicious activity near Crime Alley that Jason had asked him to look into. Jason was concerned that kids were being taken from the streets and used for something. Tim was about to continue when a girl slid into the seat in front of him. 

“Hello,” She seemed shy, “I’m here with my friends, and they dared me to come speak to you.”

Tim almost snorted because, of course, he was always on the brunt of a joke, “Well, you’ve spoken to me, so.”

“That came off wrong. I’m sorry.” She apologized, and Tim tilted his head slightly, “I thought you were cute, and I didn’t have the nerve to come up to you without some form of peer pressure.”

“Oh,” He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks, “I’m- I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude then. I’ve just had a rough night.”

She chuckled, “I can tell. You have ink all over your hand, cheek, and jaw.”

Tim felt himself smile, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. And yours?”

“Tim.” 

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Tim.”

The blush crept further up his neck, “You too, Y/n.”

He didn’t know what to say. He had never really been in this position before. It was always girls coming up to Dick or Jason. They had always seemed to know what to say and how to act, but all Tim felt was nervousness about doing or saying something wrong. He didn’t want to scare her away. She seemed kind, and her body language was open, which meant that maybe she actually had some interest in him. Her eyes seemed interested, and she didn’t look scared and-

A hand was on his cheek, and something wet was on his other cheek. Tim snapped back into reality to see her leaning over the table. One hand was cupping his cheek, and the other had a wipe of some kind, slowly taking the black smudges off his cheek. His cheeks and ears burned bright red. He was able to better examine her from here. Y/n’s eyes were kind, and her lips were tilted in a subtle smile. 

She pulled back too soon for Tim’s liking. She showed him the now grey-looking wipe, “Sorry, it was driving me crazy. I hope I didn’t cross any boundaries.”

“No- No!” Tim stuttered, “You didn’t. Um, thank you.”

Y/n smiled, and it made him feel at home. For once, he didn’t feel overwhelming stress on his shoulders. He didn’t think about Damian hating him, Bruce’s disappointed look, Jason’s glare whenever he thought Tim wasn’t looking, or Dick’s look of pity that he felt he could hide. For once, all he saw was kindness, interest, and admiration. It was a breath of fresh air, and he never intended to let it go. 

“Would your friends mind if you ditched them?” 

“If they did, why would that matter?” She had a look of mischief on her face, “They’re the ones who did this. Plus, I’d much rather sit here with you than them.”

He smiled, “I’ll go buy you a coffee.”

Tim slid out of the booth as she recited her coffee order—an order he would never forget again. 

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Tim Drake: “We know we’re right, but what’s the point in being right if we’re not willing to fight for it?”

Lukewarm Coffee

Summary: All Tim wants is a breath of fresh air, and after seventeen years, he gets one.

1989 (Tim Drakes Versions)

Summary: Using the Track list for 1989 (Taylor’s Version) I write imagines for Tim Drake!

SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

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Dick Grayson: “Can you imagine Hamlet if he’d decided to avenge his dad’s murder by dressing as Batman and fighting crime in downtown Elsinore?”

Sunshine

Summary: The caregiver becomes the care receiver.

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Sunshine | D.G

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: The caregiver becomes the care receiver.

Word Count: 2.0K

A/N: First time writing DC, hopefully this doesn’t suck.

If anyone took a look at him, they’d see nothing but a sun. The hot, blazing, and bright sun. There wasn’t a day that its light was blocked; despite the clouds coming to block the light, it still shined through, proving everyone wrong. It made her head tilt.

She was no master detective, but she wasn’t stupid either. He smiled with both sides of his mouth, never favoring one another. He held his head up high and shoulders perfectly rolled back. Even at meal times, he had perfect dining etiquette. She looked around the dinner table and saw the rest of his siblings eating comfortably.

Then it started getting foggier. His hair was frizzier than usual. His eyes were tinted red just the slightest bit. He was heavy on his feet. She sat in the cave with Tim. It was always cold and chilly in the cave: the dark grey walls and the occasional chirps of the bats above. The floor was smooth and freezing, but after sitting on it for several hours, she had gotten used to it.

Tim had files and papers scattered throughout the floor. They used the floor like a corkboard and started connecting cases. But she kept him in sight from the corner of her eye. Bruce had placed different types of acrobatic equipment in the cave for him, and he used it. She watched him continue to flip on the bars.

“Y/n?” A voice called, “Hello? Are you listening?”

She shook out of her daydream, “Yes, sorry.”

“I think that scarecrow must be involved?”

“That can’t be, though, he’s in Arkham, and Commissioner Gordon said that these victims appeared to be sprayed with Jokers Venom.”

“Yes, but reading through the police reports and witness statements, it says they all heard intense screaming right before crazed laughter.”

Y/n ran a hand down her face, “Fuck, so are we looking for a mixture of Fear Toxin and Joker Venom?”

“It appears so.”

“Why can’t Gotham just be normal.” Tim chuckled at her distress, “I wish I-“

A thud in the distance cut her off. Suddenly she realized that Dick was no longer in her peripheral vision. Y/n looked up to see him struggling to stand up and using one of the bars as support to help him stand. Her heart was racing, and her eyes narrowed. His body was sweaty, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“You okay, Dick?”

He looked up hazily, “I’m fine, Tim. Just slipped, is all.”

“He never slips.” Y/n whispered.

“Maybe he’s just tired?” Tim shrugged.

Y/n couldn’t stop staring. His body was lethargic and moving slower than usual. She thought he would reach for the bars again, but he didn’t. Instead, he collapsed on the floor, sitting crisscrossed. It confused her. If he didn’t get it the first time, he would do it until he could do it seamlessly. She could remember his persistence and determination like it was yesterday they were sitting in Haly’s Circus. He begged her to teach him to walk the tightrope but never got it.

“Do you think if I got a sample of the gas, you could have it tested?”

“Possibly, but you’d have to be extremely careful.“

Tim hummed, “I’ll see what I can do. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She stood from her place on the floor and walked to the man lying on the cold floor, covered in sweat. As she approached, she could hear his breathing more clearly. He was panting heavily, and he hadn’t even done much. Y/n got next to him and realized his eyes were closed. She knelt beside his ribs and could feel the heat radiating off his body. Her hand went gently to his left cheek.

“Dick,” He didn’t move, “Dick, are you okay?”

His body was unresponsive, “Love, come on, wake up.”

She felt frantic, and her hand gently slapped his cheek, “Grayson, come on. I know you’re in there. You need to wake up.”

Y/n could hear a faint gurgling noise, and her body kicked into motion, “Tim! Tim! Get me a garbage can, quick!”

Her hands went under his arms and helped him sit upright. She felt the plastic can move to her left and placed his head over it. Her right hand was on his sweat-soaked back, rubbing up and down. His body gasped awake and threw up into the garbage can. Tim sat by her side, concerned and confused. Dick was gasping for air. His left hand was searching for something to grasp.

It quickly found her other hand and squeezed tightly, “It’s alright, I’m right here. You’re doing great.”

Dick sat over the trash can, heaving. His breaths came quick, and his heart palpitating rapidly. He couldn’t hear anything. It was all ringing, and his vision seemed blurry. He recognized the hand in his and the hand on his back. It was the same hands that held him at night, the ones who kept him safe, the ones that kept him steady. He felt something cold on his face. His mouth was being wiped with a washcloth, and his cheeks.

It had all felt so real. It didn’t make sense. He was fine this past week. Except for maybe hearing things that weren’t there or seeing shadows of people no longer living. He remembered sitting in bed while she was at the desk in their shared bedroom. Light music traveled through the room, and he heard it. It was the music that played at the circus. He had asked her if she was playing it, and Y/n shook her head. He didn’t see her turning back to her desk and biting her lip.

They came in spurts. Sometimes it took place over a day or a week, at the worst times, over a month. But nothing would ever make sense until after it occurred. He’d hear the circus music, see shadows of his parents, hear their laughter, see the bright lights. Those bright lights always shined just like the sunlight. He could always feel their radiated warmth, and he shined in it. He thrived in their white led bulbs.

Slowly he was coming back to earth. There were no big bright lights here. It was dark, and the bat computer radiated a blue light throughout the cave. The floor was cold beneath him, and his body shivered. Something soft was placed over his body, and he relished in the warmth. The hands were still on his body. He was thankful. It was keeping him on earth.

Y/n looked into his eyes to see him slowly returning to his senses. Tim was pacing beside them, antsy as always. She watched Dick slowly push the garbage can away from his face. She smiled, “Welcome back to the land of the living, my love.”

Dick gave her a faint smile before looking at his anxious younger brother, “Tim if you don’t stop pacing, I might throw up again.”

“I’m worried!” He exclaimed; Dick furrowed his eyebrows, “I’ve never seen you like that! You’ve never fallen from the bars, ever.”

His body was still coming down from his high, and he swayed. Y/n pulled his body closer to hers, and Dick’s head rested on her chest. His hand was still holding hers tightly. The scent of her perfume easing the process back to the world. He felt terrible for getting sweat all over her clean clothes. She had just done laundry, and Dick felt like a burden. He tried to lift his head, but she didn’t give. He was slightly relieved.

“I’m alright, Tim,” Dick rasped, “No big deal. It happens sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Tim stopped, “What do you mean? Is this a frequent thing? Is this a symptom of something?”

Y/n could hear Tim mumbling under his breath about symptoms of certain conditions because if there was anything Tim knew, it was facts. She smiled at his concern. Dick was still trying to lift his head to get his sweaty hair away from her shirt. Eventually, she let him move his head to her shoulder. The tips of his black hair tickled her neck.

“Tim,” Dicks cheeks were rosy, and his lips were curled in a small smile, “Sit.”

Tim grumbled and sat in front of them. Dick reached his clammy hand out, and Tim took it in his without a second thought. Tim’s hands were always cold and dry, and Dick smiled more at the familiarity, “You know what PTSD is, right?”

“Mhm,” Tim hummed, “It’s a post-traumatic stress disorder. Most of us in this house have it. We wouldn’t have been adopted without some form of it.”

Dick chuckled, “That’s all it is, Tim.”

He didn’t look amused, “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve never been like this before, so it just randomly happens one day?” Tim rambled, “I mean, you’ve never even stumbled before, not anywhere. We’ve been to Haly’s Circus since everything happened multiple times.”

“Do you know why we do that?”

“Because you and Y/n grew up there, and you want us to see where you grew up?”

Y/n kissed Dicks temple, “You are right. But we also go so Dick can work through his memories of the Circus.”

“I’m not scared of the circus by any means.” Dick clarified, “I get flashbacks of being on that trapeze, of hearing my mother screaming for me and watching my father try to break her fall.”

Tim squeezes Dick’s hand tighter, “I didn’t know. How could we have not noticed.”

“Tim, it isn’t your fault,”

“No, no.” Tim’s hand was ripped from Dick’s grasp, “I should’ve noticed. I should’ve known. I was there that night and every night afterward.”

Dick stood up unsteadily. Y/n jumped up to help support him, and he walked to Tim. His arms went around the younger boy tightly. He had no choice but to place his head under Dick’s chin and hold him tightly. Tim pulled away, “I guess I never realized that the person holding us all together could also have flaws.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want you guys to see it.” Dick said, “I hide it so you guys don’t see that side of me. I’m the golden boy remember? The sunshine of the Wayne household. I got a reputation to uphold.”

Tim latched back onto Dick, holding him tighter than ever, “Don’t ever risk your mental health for reputation.”

Dick snorts, “Okay, Mr ‘I haven’t slept in four days, and I need to get this report done, or Bruce might disown me.’”

Y/n chuckled, and Tim pulled back to glare, “That’s my job, not yours.”

“I love you, baby bird.”

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for Dick’s accident to travel throughout the house. Y/n had tried to keep it under wraps for Dick’s sake, but Tim didn’t have it. Dick just shrugged his shoulders. They ended up in the living room of the manor, where boxes of candy were opened and left everywhere. Popcorn was thrown across the room, and Y/n swore she could hear Alfred sighing somewhere.

She and Dick were situated on a two-person couch. His head was on her lap, and his legs were hanging off the armrest. Jason and Tim sat on the other two-person couch. While Steph, Cass, Damian, and Duke sat on the much longer couch between them. A movie was playing on the television, but no one was watching. They were all laughing and talking.

Y/n’s hands ran through Dick’s black hair, and his eyes opened. She saw the sky in them, the beautiful crystal clear sky. They shined with kindness and love. The love for her, for his family, for his life. They shined with hope for his city, for his future wife, and for the people in Gotham and Blüdhaven. His smile was blinding, and he couldn’t have been happier than in her arms with his family of birds and bats.

“So, is this what it feels like to be taken care of?”

“Yes, lovebird,” She smiled softly, “It is.”

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Occupation | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five gets fed up and takes a break from the apocalypse.

It was no surprise that once the mysterious boy fell from the electricity spatial jump, he was occupied with the new incoming apocalypse. 

This boy spent days trying to deter this apocalypse from coming. He was sitting in his bedroom writing equations on the wall while his partner in crime Number Eight sat on his bed. 

The male continued to write a probability map on his wall to narrow it down to certain people, and he was getting there. But a particular female wouldn't stop bothering him. 

“ Five. “ 

“ Fivey. “ 

“ Five Hargreeves. “

“ Number Five. “ 

“ Dumb Dumb. “ 

“ Hargreeves. “

“ You know your surname is Hargreeves as well, right? “ Five snickered as he continued to write on the wall, “ No shit. “ Number Eight replied. 

Eight chuckled, making Five turn around to face her, “ By the way, eight times five is not 56. “ Y/n smirked, as Five just rubbed off the 56 and fixing it to 40. 

Five continued to work as Y/n watched him write on the walls with white chalk. Five had been at this for hours, and Y/n was getting tired of the sound of chalk on the walls, so she began poking him. 

Five narrowed his eyes at the female beside him poking his shoulder, “ I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention. “ Y/n spoke. 

Five scowled at the girl who kept poking him with her index finger in the shoulder, but nonetheless, he progressed on with his work. Eventually, her fingers got interlaced in his dark brunette hair. 

The male’s eyes had shut, and the book in his hands had closed. The girl smiled, finally getting a reaction from the tense male. 

He let out a small groan making Y/n smirk, “ What? Does that feel good? “ Quizzed the smirking girl. 

“ Yes, it feels excellent. “ Five replied as he hugged the girl beside him, and she continued to run her fingers through his hair. 

Y/n chuckled as Five nuzzled his nose into her neck, “ Thank you. “ 

“ You’re welcome, Fivey. “ Y/n replied. 

For the first time, she felt Five relax in days it felt like. His shoulders weren’t to his neck, and his muscles had calmed. For once, his mind wasn’t filled with equations or the apocalypse, just him and his girl. 

“ I love you. “ A muffled Five spoke from her neck. 

Admittedly the girl froze, and her hand stopped midway through his hair, “ Why’d you stop? “ 

“ You just said you loved me. “ Y/n murmured, “ Oh. Oh! Shit! I’m so sorry. “ Five stammered out, releasing from her embrace. 

Quickly she pulled him back into a hug, “ I love you too. “ 

Five smiled and nuzzled back into her neck, “ Good cause I’ve waited 45 years to tell you. “ 

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@disheveleddisastervincian : thoughts on getting ao3?

I do actually have an ao3 which is messersmoony however I only have one thing posted on there which is my Wolfstar oneshot. I’m still in the process of moving all my Wattpad stuff to tumblr at the moment. Majority of it is moved over but there is still some stuff only on Wattpad.

But yes, I do have an ao3 & I love reading on it, however I’m not very active on it. I’m mostly active on tumblr <3

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Hi!!! Can I ask when will we get accusations part 4?

I have no idea, quite honestly. I don’t really plan any of the projects I write with a due date. But I am working on & with this hurricane coming for Florida I dunno if I’ll even have power. However, I am trying.

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TUA Appreciation Week | Day 3: Favorite Dynamic ↳ ft. the parallels of LUTHER & FIVE

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Stormy Sundays | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five spends a rainy day with his love.

The gentle noise of rain pattering against the windows was a calming noise. Not the roaring sound of thunder or the flickering of lightning, just a gentle rainstorm. Something most people don’t appreciate enough. 

Y/n, however, adored these days. The clattering of the rain hitting the window brought a breathtaking smile to her face. One her significant other became very fond of. 

The girl with the breathtaking smile sat on her bed, lights out, curtains opened, a book placed carefully on her lap. The only light entering the room was from the beautiful greyscale clouds. Making her room the perfect brightness. 

Y/n wore relatively comfortable attire, a hoodie, leggings, and soft socks. Meanwhile, her hair was up in a messy bun, and her square glasses were placed on the bridge of her nose. Her concentration was very attentive towards the book in her lap until a light knock was on her door. 

“ Come in. “ Y/n called out to the figure at the door as she placed her book on the nightstand. Then a more familiar figure stepped into the room. 

“ Good afternoon, gorgeous. “ Called a voice Y/n adored, “ Good afternoon, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied with a hint of smugness in her tone as he sat beside her. 

“ How’s your day been? “ Five asked in a soft tone, “ Very relaxing, how about you? “ The h/c haired girl asked in response. 

“ Not very eventful. I was hoping to take you somewhere today. But with the weather outside, it seems as if that wouldn’t be possible. “ Five answered as his hand went around his girlfriend's shoulders. 

The girl took a second to think before replying, “ Just because the weather isn’t what you wished for, I think it would be a beautiful time just to spend this time together. “ 

Five took a minute to look at the girl to his right; she had beautiful e/c eyes, contrasting his own, “ I suppose you’re right, love. “ Five sighed. 

His sigh alerted Y/n, making her think the weather wasn’t really what was bothering him, “ Five? “ She muttered out, catching his attention. 

“ What is it? “ He acknowledged, looking at his concerned girlfriend, “ What's really on your mind? “ 

“ Nothing much, I guess... I just wanted to spend some time with you, you know? I feel like I haven’t done that very often, and I feel awful. “ Five ranted, making Y/n giggle slightly.

“ Five, it’s okay. I understand we both have our own lives. You won’t be able to spend every living and breathing moment with me. That’s what reality is. On the contrary, I wouldn’t mind some cuddling and movies. “ Y/n carefully spoke, making the male beside her blush and melt beside her. 

This was one of the reasons Five loved Y/n so much. She was always so understanding. She understood that life happened; people get busy. No matter how badly she wanted to be upset because he was active, she just couldn’t. Life happens, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

“ Then, why don’t we cuddle and watch some movies? How does that sound? “ Five replied with a soft smile, “ Sounds perfect. “ Y/n retorted with a quick kiss to his cheek. 

The female beside him got off her bed and walked over to the tv placed in front of her bed. Kneeling toward the tv stand, she pulled out some of her favorite movies she had on DVDs. While she picked out a movie to watch, Five had spatial jumped to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for their movie date. 

He took out a bag of microwaved popcorn and placed it into the microwave, setting the timer for one minute and thirty-five seconds. After the popcorn was finished, he opened the brown bag and emptied its contents into a bowl. Making the microwave now empty. 

He placed a mug of water in the microwave, now setting the counter for three minutes and thirty seconds for the water to boil. Meanwhile, he made himself a cup of coffee. Once the water was done, he poured a packet of hot chocolate into the boiling water. He made sure to mix it well and add Five marshmallows, just like his girlfriend did every time she made her hot chocolate. 

The green-eyed male took both mugs as well as the bowl of popcorn upstairs to his lover's bedroom. He was met with her snuggled up into her comforter, the movie paused and on screen. 

Seeing her boyfriend walk into the room, she jumped to sit up so she could take the steaming hot cup from his hand, filled with a blissful beverage. He sat beside her and sat the popcorn between them. Her boyfriend's arm was finding its way around her shoulders again as she snuggled into his side for warmth and began the movie. 

“ Thank you, Five. “ Was muttered by Y/n as she slowly took sips of her hot beverage, “ You’re welcome, love. “ Five responded, gently kissing her temple. 

[messers-moony]

And this is why it is the most loved show with the best fandom

Umbrella Academy is the most subtly unhinged show in modern media.

I mean seriously, what other show abruptly introduces a brutal fight scene with a dance montage, and the viewers expect that the dancing is the fight? What other show has a character sheet of powerful aliens with a diverse discography of mental illnesses and trauma? What other show is both the closest and farthest away from being a soap opera? And: all of this without context or even a mention of it being weird or out of the normal.

I will take answers to these questions in literary analysis format. Take your time; I'llwait.

-kisses, Rynn Aris

[messers-moony]

Thank you!!!

Cherry Bomb: The Runaways

I Won’t: AJR

The Sharpest Lives: My Chemical Romance

SELF-SABOTAGE: Waterparks

505: Arctic Monkeys

@quindolyn @parkersbliss @mirclealignr @meowiemari

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

I got this from @villainsally too im sorry to u that o forgot to respond aghh

Anyway

Perfume by lovejoy

Teenagers by mcr

Pretty rave girl by s3rl

Pukemygutzz by zeija

The ocean by lemon demon

Tagging: @z0vamp @lyssys @kermitmentality @toothsheeran @7h1rt33n @villainsally @jalleech @funky-jozzy @yael-things

[messers-moony]

omg i saw your wips ans saw you’re working on another part of accusations!! can’t wait <33

Thank you <333

[messers-moony]

James: I'm incredibly fast at math.

Regulus: Alright, what's 30x17?

James: 47

Regulus: That's not even close.

James: But it was fast.