𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲 & 𝐂𝐨.

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

[messers-moony]

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No announcements at this time.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐜’𝐬

Devotion: Bonus Chapter 3

SONG TWENTY-ONE: IS IT OVER NOW? | T.D

SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: On Pause

1989 Tim Drake Version

Hope 3 | R.L

Accusations 4 | R.B/R.L

Devotion S4 | F.H

𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Marvel (Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock, Leopold Fitz, Pietro Maximoff)

DC (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake)

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Bonus Chapter 3 | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest. 

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

It was desolate. It was always desolate. The only thing not empty was her head. Her hand ran across the floor of her room. It was rough to the touch and slightly scratched her palm. Her neck had a slight crook from sleeping on the concrete floor the previous night. She tried to lean against the walls, but it was ineffective. Her eyes dragged down to her hands, which were still sticky from the blood.

Blood was painted under her nails, along her arms, splattered across her cheeks, and all over her clothes. She didn’t get back in time last night to be allowed a shower. They were very strict about her schedule: three meals a day if a mission didn’t interrupt, a shower once a night, almost at dusk, and only new clothes for a new mission or after a shower.

Her missions were on a need-to-know basis. She knew the mission before a briefcase was shoved in her hand with the date already configured. Y/n would sigh and open the suitcase to land within the specified time. Her chosen weapon was always loaded and ready in her hand. It was a pistol; it always did the job. Reginald ensured she was proficient with every firearm.

The kills were quick and efficient, yet she always came back covered in blood; that was never the problem. The problem that Y/n had was trying to get out of this room. Her freedom had been taken the same day she left the Academy. The briefcase always knew when the kill was complete, and she was shoved back through time into the Commission. It gave her no freedom, and it made her want to be sick. She didn’t know how long she could stare in despair at the concrete walls around her.

A lock unclasped itself from her door. She heard multiple clicks before the metal door swung open. The Handler stood there with a briefcase in one hand and a pistol embedded on her hip. Her dress was a magnificent deep plum purple. The details were in a beautiful black lace, and her heels were a perfect plum purple. Y/n tilted her head at the woman with her narrowed eyes. The Handler never came in person; it was always over the intercom.

“Zero, what a pleasure.” The Handler’s lips curved upward in a sadistic smile. “I’ve missed seeing you in person, my dear.”

Y/n stared at The Handler from her place on the floor. She was a serial killer with blood splattered all over her. It was a sight to behold. “Who is my target?”

The Handler did not answer. She pulled a slip of cream-colored paper from her pocket and placed it on Y/n’s lap. She didn’t regard The Handler’s weird behavior. Her hands opened the cream colored paper, and it almost fell from her fingers when her eyes read the name in the classic typewriter font. Y/n’s heart began to beat like a drum, and her body almost went into shock. The name on the paper was not a stranger; it was someone she held close to her heart. She clenched her jaw.

“No.”

“Oh darling,” The Handler cooed patronizingly, “You don’t have a choice. He needs to die.”

“I am allowed to refuse one mission, give it to another one of your pawns.”

The Handler thudded the briefcase down on the concrete floor. “Doll, I am afraid this mission comes from someone even higher than me. Even if it didn’t, you will go on this mission whether you like it or not.”

“What makes you so sure that I will do it?”

“If you don’t do it, Number Five dies.”

Y/n felt adrenaline through her veins. She had not heard his name in the two years since she left the Academy. Her brain had almost malfunctioned when The Handler mentioned the name. She had a slight catch in her breath, and her heart began to pound faster. It was so loud she thought The Handler could hear it beating through her chest.

“Pardon?”

“Oh!” The Handler exclaimed excitedly, “Number Five’s life is on the line. If you do not kill Ben Hargreeves, we will kill both of them.”

She allowed herself to become detached. This decision was the lesser of two evils. If she killed one person, the other would live. If she did not kill Ben, both would die. Ultimately, her hand trembled as her palm faced the ceiling. The Handler smiled and placed the pistol in it. Y/n was half tempted to shoot her, but she would just be revived the next day. The briefcase slid against the concrete toward her, and Y/n opened it.

The bright sun was a complete contrast to the darkness in which she had been concealed. Her clothes and body were still covered in blood. She was outside a middle school. The sun beat down on her hard, and she could already feel the sweat dripping down her spine. Y/n left the briefcase outside and beneath a tree. She looked around to see no bystanders and approached one of the buildings. As she approached, the intercom went off announcing there was an active shooter on campus and the Umbrella Academy would be there soon.

Y/n blew an annoyed breath before she tucked her hair behind her ears. She looked inside the window to find the room empty. She went as far as to use her telepathy; the closest person was two classrooms down. The window unlatched relatively easily, and she slipped in unnoticed. The window latched closed with a subtle click. She was inside the school and waited patiently for the Umbrella Academy to appear.

It took them nine minutes to show up at the middle school. It almost made her snort, she couldn’t imagine how many kids could be dead cause it took them so long to show up. She could sense her siblings’ minds from a distance. That is how she knew they were splitting up. Ben and Klaus were to come her way. Allison and Luther were to search the other building beside the one she was in. Diego and another unknown person were to try the admin office. Y/n heard footsteps near her classroom and propped the door open. She fit the nozzle of the gun within the crack and waited.

It felt like hours. It was actually minutes before Klaus was inside a classroom, and that door had clicked shut. Ben headed in her direction. His eyes caught on the door being cracked open, but he did not see the gun's nozzle until it was too late. The shot rang out through the hallway. It echoed off the linoleum tile floor and brick walls. Y/n watched as he fell to the ground, and Klaus ran out of the classroom to assist him.

It was a fatal shot, right between his eyes. Y/n bit her lip as her eyes glistened and shut the door noiselessly. She hid behind the teacher's desk, and a few tears slipped from her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

She allowed herself some time to breathe through the tears running down her cheeks like a fountain. Eventually, Klaus picked Ben up and brought him to the other Academy members. Y/n took that cue to unlatch the window and run to her briefcase. She opened it and was brought right back to the Commission. Her body shivered from the cold of space travel. Y/n found herself right in the middle of The Handler’s office.

“You are wonderful, darling!” The Handler declared, “My most brilliant agent!”

Y/n held her chin high and took the praise with a grain of salt. Not only did her body ache, but her heart also ached now. It yearned for something that was never hers. Five had never been hers. He never even wanted to be around her. She could remember him avoiding her around the Academy. If she were outside, he was yards away. If she were in the living room, he’d be in his room, the furthest away he could get from her.

Yet, her heart ached for him.

[messers-moony]

Devotion: BLOOPER | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest. 

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—A Blooper from Chapter Thirty-Four

Five and Y/n walked further down the hill. He let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. She sat beside him, “You know, I don’t have to be a mind reader to know that you’re scared.”

He grabbed her wrist and placed his fingers on her pulse point, “We don’t know how these trains work. We don’t even know how the subway works.”

“Five, that isn’t what you’re scared of, and I think you know that too.”

She could hear him murmuring numbers beneath his breath. His eyes stayed glued to the dirt, and his hair covered his face like a curtain. She couldn’t make out his face anymore. The long brown strands covered his aristocratic features. His thumb gently rubbed the top of her wrist, “Hargreeves, what is going on with you?”

He lifted his head, and she saw the faint silver trails from his eyes down to his jaw, “I can’t lose you again. I won’t lose you again.”

“Five,” She tilted his chin toward her, “You have to do this. I know that you can do this.”

“Come with us.”

“I wish I could. I have to distract Diego.”

Five stared. He wanted to memorize every inch of her face before he had to leave her again. He wanted to touch every inch of her. His hand gently pushed the right side of her hair back. His thumb caressed her cheekbone down to her jaw. He tilted his head and gently placed his lips on hers. They were soft and sweet. It was a feeling he’d never forget. His beautiful girl, the one he’d sacrifice anything for. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers.

His gaze on her was unmoving. Her cheeks flushed at his intense stare. His hand reached the right side of her face, and his touch was so gentle as it moved the hair behind her ear. His hand was cold against her cheek, and it slowly slid down her face to her jaw. Her heart stuttered, and his green eyes were beautiful in the gloomy weather. She felt his lips on hers, and they were slightly chapped. His kisses were always gentle and kind, yet passionate. He tasted like coffee. He was her drug, one she’d never give up.

“Five,” Y/n started, “You will make your way back to me. You always do.”

“I know,” His voice was still shaky.

She wiped away the tear stains from his cheeks, “Come on, you have a mission to complete.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Why is this a blooper you ask? I’m going to explain it to you (I’ve actually had a lot of bloopers throughout my rewrite of this fanfic like 4 times), nonetheless, I felt like Five was not himself in this scene. I kept this scene for awhile until I realized that this is not the Five Hargreeves in the show, while he may have vulnerable moments, he wouldn’t have been this vulnerable over a trivial decision. I also believe that it does not fit the dynamic between Y/n & Five. So while I continue to write season 4 (I apologize for the LONG ASS wait) I wanted to give you something for the continued following and well deserved patience! Thank you!

[meowiemari]

I miss @dumdumsun @messers-moony and @fiveisnumber1 tua fics cause y’all’s are my top 3 favorite

If anyone loves five and loves tua

Devotion

Timeless

Starlight

These are my favorite fics to reread every now and then. Gotta finish ep 4 of tua season 1 before bed so just wanted to bring it up. Hope you three are doing okay and thank you for the stories. Talk are my inspiration to write tua stories

[messers-moony]

Thank you so much! I appreciate it and I hope to get back into writing soon!

[messers-moony]

hi queen!! omg im so happy bc i read ur devotion fic a while ago and i came to check in ur account after a while just to find out you write dc!! omg i recently got into dccc so i was SOOO happy. whats ur ranking of the batboys?? mine is: dick, damian, tim, jason (i havent really gotten to know jason yet soo) and i was also wondering if you take recs?

I don’t currently take recommendations at this time because I’m on a hiatus. I started this account back in 2020 and it’s been a long time since then. Im incredibly thankful that my writing is still out here & people love it so deeply. I love the support and it keeps me writing when I get the time (very rare nowadays!)

My ranking of the batboys is Tim, Dick, Damian, & Jason. However I feel that’s it’s more like 1st place being Tim & dick and 2nd place being Damian and Jason. They’re really all my favorites!

[messers-moony]

SONG TWENTY-ONE: IS IT OVER NOW? | T.D

Pairing: Ex!Tim Drake X Fem!Reader Summary: Tim finally gets caught. Word Count: 2.6k

It was a hard breakup. She couldn’t deny that, even if she wanted to. 

Their breakup was like the worst plane turbulence. It was bound to happen sooner or later. She just hoped they could ride it out, but after too many mishaps, it was like cutting the ribbon on a finished building. Relief rolled off her in waves. Her shoulders were no longer to her ears. 

When she passed the newsstand every morning, she saw the rumors in the headlines. They were misleading and slacking in detail. 

“Tim Drake-Wayne seen with a new girl in a coffee shop?”

“The Drake-Wayne betrays his girlfriend!”

“Drake-Wayne, new playboy prince?”

She couldn’t help but scoff. The girls looked exactly like her. It was depressing to get the call from one of Tim’s brothers. Y/n could remember seeing Jason’s contact name on her phone late at night. Her papers were scattered on the island in the kitchen. The knot in her neck tightened. She reached for the phone vibrating and clicked the green button. Jason’s voice echoed in the familiar empty apartment. 

“Y/n?”

“What’s up, Jay?”

She flicked her pen back and forth. It wasn’t entirely unusual for Jason to call. However, it was usually Dick or Stephanie who called the most. Jason sighed, “You’re not gonna like this.”

“I’d like it more if you cut to the chase,” She retorted, “I have a shit ton of work to do and would like to get at least half of it done.”

“Tim’s cheating on you.”

The pen slammed on the countertop. The paperwork blurred in front of her. Suddenly, she seemed to have tunnel vision. Her mind had stopped working. She forced words from her mouth, “Excuse me?”

“He’s in a coffee shop.”

“Are you sure it isn’t Tam?”

“I can assure you it isn’t.” Jason sounded upset, “I was just passing by and saw him inside. I almost went inside to say hi until I saw a girl who looked almost exactly like you kissing him. I genuinely thought it was you at first until I noticed her hair was off, and it wasn’t your bag at the table.”

She bit her lip, “Thank you for telling me, Jay.”

“This- This isn’t-“ He stuttered, “This won’t be the last time I talk to you, right? Are you going to cut contact with the family because of this? Dick might flip. Stephanie will literally bother you till you block her, which might break her heart, and I-“

“Jason, relax,” Y/n interjected, “I’m not going anywhere right now. But I’m gonna need to get my things out of this apartment. Maybe stop by while he’s on his date and help me?”

“Of course.”

That was one week ago. She was living with Jason in the best safe house he had. It honestly wasn’t all that bad. It was clean, had some decorations, and he kept groceries stocked. Jason had been a wonderful roommate. He cooked and made sure she was okay. Y/n had appreciated it. However, the press got other ideas. Rumors began about her leaving Tim for his elder brother. 

She didn’t have time to address every rumor. Truth be told, she didn’t really care either. It was another night of late work. This time, her work spread on top of the birch coffee table and sitting crisscrossed on the rug. A mug of hot chocolate Jason had made about half an hour ago was placed on a coaster, still warm. 

He didn’t sit far. His place was in an armchair with a book in his hands. The company was pleasant and soothing. Jason didn’t talk. All she heard occasionally was the slick of a page-turning. Sometimes, he’d steal a highlighter or a pen and gently place them back on the table. However, it wasn’t bad until a knock echoed in the apartment. 

She heard Jason sigh and place his book face down on the coffee table. His socked feet drifted across the wooden floor. The door opened, and she could see the legs of the figure through Jason’s. It didn’t take long for her to put together who was outside the door, “What do you want?”

“I need some help with a case.”

“You couldn’t have called?” Jason asked, “I’m a little busy.”

Tim sighed, “Look, I’ll owe you one, okay?”

“I can’t, Tim.” Jason sounded exhausted, “I’m sorry.”

“Why not?” Tim scoffed, “Too busy fucking my ex-girlfriend?”

Y/n jumped from where she was sitting, “Oh, you absolute piece of shit.”

Jason slowly moved away from the door, and Tim stepped in without permission. The door slammed behind him, “Oh, I’m the piece of shit now? How fucking ironic is that.”

“Yes, you are!” She screamed, “You’re a fucking cheater! Please don’t deny it either! You’re just pissed off this was the time I decided to call it off. Don’t act like I didn’t find lipsticks and underwear around the apartment when I went on business trips.”

“At least I’m not fucking the next family member in line!”

She narrowed her eyes, “That’s all you have for your defense, don’t you? Cause you know damn well I didn’t cheat, so all you have for ammunition is those fucking rumors. Do you honestly think I’d do that to you?”

“What am I supposed to think!” He replied, “I came to the apartment, and all your shit was gone one day with a note and a key saying we were over.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Y/n murmured, “Your face is plastered everywhere with a girl that looks just like me. A girl your family fucking hates for her attitude. A girl who isn’t even successful! Maybe, just maybe, instead of finding a clone for me, you should’ve just kept me instead.”

“Now get the fuck out.”

“But I-“

“Timothy, get the fuck out of this apartment building.”

She could see the fire in his eyes. He picked up the cross-body bag and pulled open the door. It slammed again, announcing his departure. Y/n walked back to her spot on the floor and sat down again. She grabbed the mug and downed the rest of the liquid. It felt warm against her raw throat from screaming. She saw Jason sitting in the armchair from the corner of her eye. 

“He cheated on you multiple times?”

Her grip on the pen increased, “Yes, I tried to keep everything under wraps. But the press finds out, and rumors go out. I denied them every time.”

“Why didn’t you-“

“Dick. Damian. Stephanie. Cass. You.” Y/n clicked the pen back in, “You guys are everything. Movie nights with Dick. Drawing with Damian. Gossip sessions with Steph. Teaching Cass bigger words every day. Talking about books with you. It keeps me afloat. I’m not a vigilante, but I have a stressful job and a shitty life. I wasn’t about to lose the one good thing I had.”

“What about Bruce?”

She let out a small laugh, “Bruce always treated me like a daughter. He was always so happy to see Tim smiling again. And I knew that I couldn’t ruin that for him. Bruce had seen Tim suffer too much, and I didn’t want to be the reason Bruce had to see Tim falter again. He supported me. Nobody knows this, but he paid off all my student loans for one year on Christmas. I didn’t even ask him. He just did it as a thank you. 

“Even though I knew Tim’s smile was no longer because of me, I couldn’t stand to see Bruce look at Tim with that longing look anymore. Every time Bruce mentioned marriage, I would see Tim’s smile drop and be replaced. It hurt. But it helped Bruce see a future for his son besides working his whole life.”

“You went through all that suffering for us?”

“And I’d do it again.”

He didn’t talk much after that. She was grateful. The papers in front of her distracted her enough. It was a blur of words and bright-colored highlighting. It felt like seconds before Jason stood again and grabbed the mug from the table. She heard his feet dash away, and her highlighter swung in her fingertips. The sink ran in the background and shut off with a squeak. Jason came back around the table and began collecting the papers into piles.

“Jay, what are you doing?”

“It’s almost one in the morning. You’re working with Dick in the gym tomorrow, remember?” He replied, taking the highlighter from her hand, “He wants you there at six.”

She sighed, “Fine, fine.”

Sleep came easily. As soon as she had hit the bed, sleep came over her. It was early in the morning when she heard clinking in the kitchen. Y/n swept her feet onto the floor and opened the bedroom door to smell the sweet scent of coffee brewing. Jason was in the kitchen in the same shirt and sweatpants. His curls were touseled, “Mornin.”

“Good morning,” Jason said with a soft smile. There’s coffee in the pot for you.”

“Thanks.” She reached for a mug and filled it with the smooth coffee. 

It was five in the morning. The sun was barely rising through the windows in Jason’s safe house. She watched him make breakfast while she stewed over the cup of coffee in her hands. It was five-fifteen when she went into her room to get dressed. She left the safe house at five-thirty with her keys, coffee in a thermos, and phone in her hand. The car unlocked with a click. The coffee was in the cupholder, the seatbelt clicked in, and the phone connected to the radio. Music played the entire way to the gymnastics gym. 

Y/n shifted the car into gear once she parked in the parking lot. The car door hadn’t even been locked when she heard the clicking of a camera lens. She sighed before turning to see a man not too far away with a camera. He was snapping pictures of her in front of the gym where the notorious Dick Grayson worked. She could practically read the headlines now. 

Regardless, she went into the gym to see Dick smiling brightly. He wore a white tank top, black pants, and old sneakers. His hair looked a complete mess. He sat on top of the receptionist counter, feet swinging back and forth, a cup of cereal in his hand, “Hey! How are you?”

“I’m good,” Y/n said, “How’re you doing?”

“Doing great!” Dick smiled, “You sure you up for today? I know you probably have some casework to do for Bruce and whatever evidence analysis you have to do for the GCPD.”

“Yeah,” She swayed the coffee in the thermos, “I should be fine. Plus, gotta spend time with my favorite Wayne.”

Dick snorted, “Shhhh, don’t let people hear you, they might start thinking when they aren’t used to it.”

“You’ve seen the headlines then, I suppose?”

“Of course, they’re all liars, of course.” Dick waved his hand, “You and Tim wouldn’t ever cheat on each other.”

Her keys fell to the floor. Dick perked up, “You okay?”

“Oh,” She swallowed and grabbed her keys from the floor, “Dick, Tim and I broke up.”

“What?”

“I thought Jason would’ve told everyone,” Y/n muttered, “The stories of Tim cheating aren’t fake. They are very much real. I’ve been rooming with Jason in his safe house.”

Dick jumped off the counter and put his cereal on the desk. His arms wrapped around her body tightly, “If I would’ve known you could’ve stayed with me, or I would’ve had a movie night.”

She smiled. Dick’s cologne surrounded her like a weighted blanket, “It’s okay, Dick. I thought Jason told everyone."

“Would you like me to make a statement in the family group chat?” Dick pulled back to look at her eyes, “I will if it’s easier for you.”

“Yes, please.”

It didn’t take long for the word to get out after that. She had her phone in the gym locker with all the other belongings. It was nice to leave the safe house and get away from work to teach the kids with Dick. It made her feel refreshed. To finally get her mind off of something and embrace something completely new. The kids absolutely loved her. She visited the gym once a week to say hi and help Dick out after rough nights on patrol. 

She was covered in chalk when the day ended, and the kids were gone. Dick threw her a towel for the sweat. Y/n put it around her neck, “Jason said Tim’s been doing this for a while.”

“Yeah,” Y/n sighed, “Not something I went out advertising. Especially with the press.”

“I’m sorry he did it.” Dick said, rubbing his hands on his shorts, “I know I have no reason to be sorry. A part of me feels responsible. I practically raised him and feel like I raised him better than this.”

“It’s not your fault, Dick.”

He blew a raspberry, “I just hope this doesn’t mean we’re never gonna see you again.”

“I’ve been around for years,” She drawled, “I’m not going anywhere. You guys are the only family I have. If Tim doesn’t like it, too bad.”

“That’s my girl.” Dick smiled and ruffled her hair. 

She smiled and walked back to the locker room. The towel around her neck was used to wipe sweat drips from her forehead. She twisted the lock, and it popped open. Her hand reached for her phone, which was unlocked by the facial recognition software. Her messages were blown up with texts from the Wayne family about the breakup. The replies came quickly, telling them it wasn’t their fault and she’d still be around. 

Once she replied to the messages, she grabbed her belongings and left the gym. The car ride to Jason’s safe house was smooth, and light music played in the background. Thankfully, no cameras were flashing or clicking when she left the gym. The safe house was an old abandoned apartment waiting to be gentrified in the neighborhood. Her car was parked behind the building, safely hidden away. 

The door clicked open with her key, and it closed behind her. Y/n washed her coffee tumbler and put her keys on the island. A morning’s worth of sweat and grim on her skin, she stepped into the shower and thoroughly cleaned herself. The bathroom was steamy when the water turned off. She wrapped a towel around herself and combed through her hair. She grabbed an old hoodie and a pair of pants. They slid on easily enough. Her eyes caught sight of her desk. Her hands gripped two of the folders along with her pencil pouch. 

She pulled the bar stool out with her foot and placed her belongings on the island. Her body relaxed as her eyes scanned the forensic reports from the latest crimes in Gotham. 

It took two months for her to find her own place finally. She still had her days with the Waynes when Tim was working or away. Jason had indeed been her rock throughout it all. He provided her with a place to stay and a friend in the darkest times. Dick had provided her with the best coffee and crimes for her to investigate. She spent a lot of her time in the lab at the GCPD. Sometimes, he even brought Damian to keep her company while he sketched away in his notebook. 

Bruce had set down the last box in her brand-new apartment. It wasn’t extravagant. He offered to buy her a new apartment, but she declined. She wanted to start anew by herself. Y/n needed to know that she could do it. That she could move on from Tim. They had been dating for five years. She couldn’t precisely place when the cheating began. Her estimate came to somewhere after three years of them being together. She had her hands on her hips as her eyes gazed around her new apartment. 

A smile came to her face, “I’m so glad it’s over now.”

[messers-moony]

Hii, i noticed that you haven't posted in a while, so i was just wondering if u were doing okay? not that u need to be posting to be doing ok, I just have been reading ur fics a lot lately and they're really good so it would be a bummer if u stopped posting entirely

Hi! I am okay! I started this tumblr account way back probably in like 2021? I think and it was when I was in high school so I still had alot of free time to create posts. I do still make content it’s just very very slow now. I have written up to episode 6 of devotion and do plan on finishing sometime in the future. I’m in college now so sometimes I just do not have the time.

[messers-moony]

You’re probably not going to see this but are you alright? Your last post being about the hurricane is a little scary. I’m reading your Devotion series right now and I’m loving it. I hope you’re okay and we hear from you soon

Yes!! I’m okay! Thank you for asking. We lost power for about 12ish hours after Hurricane Milton but overall we’re okay! I’ve been super swamped with college work recently!!

[messers-moony]

Praying for those going through Hurricane Milton (such as me)

[messers-moony]

Devotion Chapter Word Counts: (NOT COMPLETELY DONE)

Chapter 30: 4.9K

Chapter 31: 5.8K

Chapter 32: 4.4K

Chapter 33: 5.1K

Chapter 34: 6.1K

Chapter 35: 8.2K

Chapter 36: 5.1K

(more chapters to come! I just have to write episode 6 and the bonus chapter now!!)

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Devotion Update:

I think that even though the vote says make devotion my own, I think that for everyone’s sake it might be better to have the original ending and the alternative ending. However, there will be a bonus chapter for the alternative ending. So if you do enjoy the alternative ending better or want to continue it, there will be a bonus chapter for season 4.

If you read the bonus chapter without reading the alternative ending, IT WILL NOT MAKE SENSE. Just putting that out there.

I do plan on rewriting the bonus chapters for season 1 and 2. I also plan on adding the “Wattpad exclusive” bonus chapter back to tumblr and this time I will add the proper trigger warnings. If you read that bonus chapter, you know what I’m talking about.

I plan on finishing Devotion Season 4 by next week. I know it’s been a month, but I am trying to get this out to you guys. Thank you for all the love and support, especially the patience. I hope you guys enjoy all the work I’ve put into this season with the shitty plot the writers of tua gave me.

-xoxo

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Hello again! I’ve talked to the people on Wattpad about this and do you guys think I should keep the Netflix ending or make it my own completely or a third choice, should I give you two different endings?

How should I end devotion?

OG Netflix Ending

Make the end of devotion your own

2 different chapters (OG & Making the end my own)

Voting ended onAug 29, 2024

Thank you guys for participating! Hopefully this is the best season yet!

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Should I make Lila and Five have their little relationship or should I keep him loyal? I’ll leave this one up to you guys :) I have ideas for both. Devotion is still in the works! Hold tight <3

Keep Five loyal or relationship with Lila?

Keep Five loyal

Relationship with Lila

Voting ended onAug 28, 2024

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Well! It seems that I am keeping Five loyal :) I had ideas for both and this is y’all’s story. See you soon!

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Should I make Lila and Five have their little relationship or should I keep him loyal? I’ll leave this one up to you guys :) I have ideas for both. Devotion is still in the works! Hold tight <3

Keep Five loyal or relationship with Lila?

Keep Five loyal

Relationship with Lila

Voting ended onAug 28, 2024

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Do you have an idea for season 4 of umbrella academy? Did you see the new season?

I did see the new season! And yes I am writing s4 of devotion :) I’ve been MIA for awhile and I’m kinda just getting back into the swing of things. But I’ve written half of the first episode and I’ve already made all my banners and such :)

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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?”