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three-penguins-in-a-trench-coat · 5 months

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What happened to Morris after the collapse of Pelican Town's Joja Mart?

In the main storyline of Stardew Valley, after you complete all of the Community Centre bundles, Morris "is never seen in Stardew Valley again." But what happened to him.

A part of me would like to think that he had to face the angry Chief Executives and explain to them how he managed to not only lose the profits of an entire town, but as to why he let the Pelican Town Joja Mart fall into disrepair? Perhaps he was fired on the spot, and spent the rest of his days bouncing from job to job, wallowing in sadness. He mopes and drinks, works a shitty 9-5 for an investment firm, and sees no future for himself. People take pity, until they hear him speak and work out what a greed-driven creature he is.

More likely, Joja Corp absorbs the losses, Morris is moved to manage a new location and on a server file buried somewhere in the goliath that is Joja Corp, the Pelican Town Joja Mart is crossed off, and a tag put up that says reinstating a Joja Mart would not increase profits. Morris, angry and hell-bent on revenge, climbs up the corporate ladder until he reaches a position where he is so powerful he has the authority to make executive decisions.

Perhaps one day, he orders that all shipments of goods sent out into the area are ceased immediately. And not just Joja. Through a series of shell corporations, bribery and in one in instance completely absorbing the multi-million business into Joja's fold, he is completely able to stop anything from making it to Pelican Town. No construction materials, no food, no help. When you have as much money as Joja does, it's not that hard to cut off phone lines and internet service if you know the right government officials. Within a week, the entire road is blocked off. All contact with the town is ceased. It essentially disappears from maps. Morris has gone mad with power, and he's used it to seek revenge on those who bested him once before.

The people of Stardew are forced into a siege. With supplies dwindling, they begin panicking. One day, as the rations begin to dwindle, and some people have begun debating whether making the trip to civilisation is worth it, a letter arrives. It's delivered by a bright blue helicopter, and the letter itself is dropped from the cockpit, inside of a metal box.

It read:

For the people of Stardew Valley, Accept Joja once more into your lives, and you will find your struggles perish. We will send another messenger in a weeks time to hear your response, and we wish that you make the right decision.

Morris

Most of the townspeople were adamant that they held out, Pierre especially. They all met in the Community Centre to discuss options. Pierre and Robin were quite vocal about their opinions of Joja, and tried to reason with everyone that their lives were still better without them. Others however, saw no other option. Jodi and Kent had Vincent to think about, and Lewis saw that the town may fall into disrepair. They talked late into the evening, but no decision was made.

At midnight, after a successful 17 hour fishing trip, the Farmer traipses in, backpack full to the brim with fresh fish. They were on the way home, but got distracted by the sound of voices in the community centre and sought to investigate. They hadn't even noticed that the road had been blocked, as they hadn't actually walked through the town in months, thanks to the teleportation obelisks they had installed.

"Why don't... I just supply the town with everything you need?" They said simply. Everyone looked at them with a bit of confusion. "Look, I got all this shit lyin around doing nothing, and I haven't actually used my farm for any agriculture in awhile, but I could convert my ancient fruit masses into planting room for anything you need. I got plenty of livestock, as does Marnie, and I've got enough construction material lying around to make a city. I could probably have us set with everything we need for... say, the next 20 years?"

And so it happened. When a deliveryman turned up on the empty road, they chose to deny a response to Morris, who promptly kept the roads closed. And life moved on. It was harder from then on out, without any outside support, but they persevered. Instead of having the town raze itself to the ground, as Morris intended, they thrived. With no connection to the outside world, the town became closer, with more festivals and community events. Who needs an economy if everyone's working together in a closed community? Everyone is welcome to contribute on the farm now, and a surplus of food is created, including all the artisan goods that are better than just meat and vegetables.

A solar farm for the town was created to keep the lights on, but most other devices were eventually discarded (Elliot chose to only use candles for dramatic effect). Willy's boat occasionally made trips to other towns along the coast for essential items they couldn't produce themselves, but with the looming threat of the Gotoro Empire invading, and the notion that Joja is always watching, trips became more infrequent.

Morris thought he had won. He assumed all the people of Pelican Town had either fled on foot, or kept their pride and stayed in the husk of the town as scavengers. He never bothered to check on the thriving community, safe from the dangers of the Gotoro Empire and corporate greed.

Joja is always watching, but perhaps not close enough.

UH HOLY SHIT IF YOU READ ALL THAT MY BAD I THINK I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOAD. WELP THANKS FOR READIN MY CRACKPOST

#imagine being vincent or jas #and growing up in a community like this #it would be amazing being so close to everyone #but you wouldn't get any other experiences #despite knowing that there's a huge world out there #stardew valley #sdv #stardew #morris sdv #morris stardew valley #writing ideas #theories #crack post #stardew theory

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kunikags02 · 3 months

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Sleepyhead

Trent A.A. x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just pure fluff<3 Enjoy!

Night time strolls around, it was time for dinner. Trent was waiting for you because you haven't arrived home yet. He did messaged you awhile ago asking your whereabouts and you had informed him. Trent of course is still a bit worried as he waits for you. He didn't want to eat dinner alone. Trent cooked pasta for tonight!

Sound of keys jingling from outside, indicating you have finally arrived home. Trent excitedly walk up to the door and greet you with a big hug. You hugged back and stayed for a moment. It felt like all pressure was gone, just the two of you against the world.

Trent then picked up your bag and brought it inside, letting you in first by closing the doors behind.

"How was your day baby?" Trent asked as you make your way to the kitchen. "It could be better but it's alright. How was yours, love?" you looked back at him, giving a small peck on his lips. He grinned, you gave him a confused look. "What's up babe?" He just shook his head and told you to go and have a seat.

"Ouh? You made pasta? What's the occasion love?" Your eyes beaming with the food in front of you. "It's nothing actually. Just wanted to cook something for you" he brushed your hair gently, letting you start eating your food. You looked up and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?" he sat in front of you and answers yes.

You and Trent ate dinner together in peace, he knows you prefer to finish the food first before talking. After dinner was done, you and Trent washed the dishes together. It wasn't too much so it only took a few minutes. You then went upstairs and Trent tagged along, not forgetting to turn off the lights.

You went into the bathroom to take a warm shower and Trent was just brushing his teeth. It was a cozy night, comfortable silence in the bathroom. He of course finished first so he stepped out of the bathroom and changed into some pj's.

A few minutes later, you're out of the bathroom with just a robe and towel covering your wet hair. Trent looked up from his phone and smiled looking at you. "You're finally done babe" you giggled and make your way to the bed, giving a kiss on his cheeks.

"I'm going to do my skincare first okie" you got down from the bed and walked to the big mirror in the corner of the room. Not forgetting to bring your skincare tray!

Your delicate hands started applying toners, serum's, etc. Trent have a side view of you from the bed, the corner of his eyes crinkles, admiring you. He's always like this for some reason, though he is not complaining because he gets to admire the prettiest woman in the world!

Trent decides to start a conversation as you were doing your 10 steps of skincare, re asking how your day went, what's something interesting happened at work, etc. You answered him everything until Trent start's rambling about this new trend he found weird but wanted to try it with you.

"Okay babe, so the trend was like you do your makeup wait no. I do your makeup but you can't tell me which goes first and so on. So, you down for it love?" no response. Trent just sat there like "???" "Babe?" and when he saw you, he chuckled. You accidentally fell asleep while doing your skincare. Good thing Trent knows your skincare steps so he went down to you and continued it for you.

After doing your skincare, he carried you to the bed and lay you down. He grabbed one of his sweater from the closet and put you in it with one of your shorts on. You were still asleep, unbothered with everything that happened.

Trent turns off the light and slide right next to you. Covering the both of you with a blanket. He turns to admire you once again, gently pushing a few strands of your hair from your face. Observing your whole face from your eyes peacefully shut to your slightly opened mouth. He couldn't resist to give it a kiss and also another kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Y/n. You mean the whole world to me. Goodnight love" he whispered and his eyes slowly starting to get heavy and falls asleep in no time. The night ended with you wrapped around his arms, love lingering around the room, the best way to end the night.

note: HI!! What do you guys think about this?? It actually just happened a few nights ago tbh, I was doing my skincare while I was calling a friend of mine and BOOM I fell asleep. Good thing she called me like idk multiple times and weird ways until I woke up quickly finishing my night routine. I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know your thoughts 💭 See you lovesss❤️

#trent alexander arnold #trent aa #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trentalexanderarnoldxreader #trent Alexander arnold x fem reader #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #trent x reader #trent x fem reader

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Yandere! Fatui! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. *Pet name used. Degradation. You guys know the drill.

Song: Vermilion by Slipknot. Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause they gave me other songs to listen to while I typed this, and because they are smut soulmate. Companion songs: A Little Piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold, Adrenalize by In This Moment.

It was the needy look in your eyes that stirred something feral inside of him. And on top of that, it felt like you taunting him just from simple every day mannerisms, like biting your lower lip or fidgeting your fingers. But, you'd done all of them while looking at him with those lustful eyes of yours.

He'd ordered you onto your knees underneath his desk, your shirt torn down the middle, commanding you to leave your panties on.

Scaramouche had a method to his madness. He really always did have a mean streak. He wanted to kill two birds with one stone.

All he had to was pass along a message to the one subordinate that was absolutely puppy dog in love with you in a way that disgusted Scaramouche, saying that he wanted the underling to come to his office at a specific time.

Which would be right now, right on time to avoid incurring his temper. He would still snap at him though. It was a sign of dominance. He would get to act completely unfazed while you sucked him off under his desk, wondering what this green solider who didn't know any better, always staring at you with lewd thoughts running through his head, would think if he knew you pleasing Scaramouche with your mouth, unseen, hidden under his desk, right in front of him.

Scaramouche's glare was scathing, but not an uncommon sight. He pressed your mouth further down onto his cock, smirking when you struggled not to cough as your throat convulsed to settle against it. He had ordered to you stay quiet. You always tried to obey him with perfect subservience.

Sometimes things backfired on Scaramouche in an interesting way.

"Y--you wanted to see me, sir," the underling stuttered nervously.

"I did," Scaramouche replied, holding your head still by gripping your hair, thrust harshly into your mouth. "I wanted to tell you that your presence makes me sick."

The underling flinched. He practically quivered with fear. "I'm sorry, sir. By the way, have you seen y/n? I haven't seen her around for awhile."

Wrong answer.

"What are you still doing here, imbecile?! I said your presence disgusts me. Are you deaf or just stupid!? I'd wager that it is both," he spat. "In fact, I should kill you for even asking about her."

Cue the backfire.

His grip on your hair loosened, giving you the opportunity to bob your head up to suck on the tip of his cock, grinding your mouth against it. He clamped a hand over his mouth, almost moaning.

"Sir, are you alright?"

He shoved you off his cock, his cheeks flushing in humiliation. He pressed his foot against your pussy, rubbing it against your clit, daring you to make a noise. "Get out! Now! Can't you see I am busy!"

You clamped a hand over your mouth, grinding up into his foot. A little squeak escaped your throat.

Scaramouche's furious temper had scared the underling senseless. He figured he must've been scared stupid because he brought you up again in an indirect way. "Did you hear that?"

"It's just a*kitten in heat outside. Now be gone!" That's all it took to send the underling fleeing.

Bracing his other foot against the leg of his desk, he pulled you out from under the desk as his chair scooted back. You giggled, excited. "You filthy slut! How dare you make me almost show such intimate vulnerability in front of someone I despise!"

You smirked, curling your tongue around the tip. He hissed in pleasure, pushing his cock into your mouth again. You gagged, drool pooling onto his pelvis.

"That's right slut, drool all over my cock! You were practically begging me pathetically to ruin your throat, staring at me with whorish eyes all day!" He rutted ruthlessly into your mouth, groaning when he cummed in your throat.

He didn't stop thrusting until he was spent. Your eyes had rolled closed in complete concentration, moaning as you sucked. Scaramouche stroked your hair in praise. "Are you aware of the affect you have on me? I would've slaughtered that shithead right there, but your mouth felt too good on my cock. Ha, if only he knew you saved his life by sucking me off. Congratulations, kitten, you hold my sanity in the palm of your hand. You manipulate me like the puppet I am and I'm the one who controls you.." Scaramouche was babbling now.

Your throat always felt the tightest when you were swallowing.

You kept him grounded. Sane.

He needed you as much as you needed him.

You were his favorite obsession. His only obsession.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #suzu after dark

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blocksruinedme · 1 year

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JIMMY FINALE SPOILERS (but i tagged it so)

If Jimmy can get there on his own, he can come back on his own. My brain is aggressively rejecting any idea that he's gone for good or impossible to reach. It's kinda of funny to see it happen, I'm well aware of it but I'm just going with it. I don't know how much i will even muse on emp s2 post canon.

But.

After Joel's finale, i was thinking through "Jimmy knows people can get Actual God Joel's attention but he refuses to cause Joel didn't say goodbye" and then Joel show up to demand Jimmy's attention (and kisses).

Now I'm thinking fWhip finds out Jimmy left and tracks him down like the insane goblin he is, and Jimmy knows about the shrine and that gives him what he needs to have an actual conversation. That and the emotional space of having left and reflected, and fWhip's panic at Jimmy being gone and seeing what his life is like both without his gobland obligations and without Jimmy - and friends gone too!

I gave up on writing real fWhimmy set during the season, maybe this is what i needed. (God I'm going to miss them)

And in my headcanon Joel can physically manifest wherever he wants. Like Weekend Town. It really seems very plausible, and Joel can be annoyed Jimmy ran off and then argue briefly before kissing. I have TWO late season emp2 smallidarity fics in actual progress, so maybe i should write those lol.

Also Jimmy could come back to visit and be surprised at who is gone! Feelings!!

Oh i haven't watched Scott's, but he went adventuring? Obvs he can show up in WT for feelings and kisses. (They had so much unresolved sexual tension lets be real) Everyone gets to have feelings about other people leaving empires, including "well it made sense for me to leave but you should have stayed (for my emotional reasons i don't understand)". I could do a series of NO NOT ANOTHER SERIES NO uh hey one could do a series of diff visitors to weekend town!

Here's what i said on discord immediately after watching (in a parked car)

"Well i shrieked and literally pounded the roof so ill call it a win

Did i get any resolution between Jimmy and anyone? No.

Did Jimmy fly over to Joel and call him attractive? Yes.

Did we see fWhip? No.

Did i have feelings about Jimmy talking about him and his self-esteem? Yes.

Had it been so long since the shrine that I had full on given up hope Jimmy would ever see it? Yes.

Did i lose my fucking shit? Yes.

Does it give me fic fodder? Absolutely, ideas churning.

Did I literally scream about Jimmy being inducted into a lineage with mandatory bisexuality? Yes

Do i want other people to write Jimmy/old sheriff? Yes."

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Now, asap, just give me a new long term smp with at least some lore and rp featuring (at minimum) Jimmy fwhip scott joel oli lizzie, and I'm good. It's not that i need it for fic, i just need boys crashing into Jimmy's streams.

(if you are inspired by any of my fic ideas, go ahead, just let me know if you are working on one so i don't write sometime too similar!)

Empires season 2. It's been real, y'all. (I will not stop talking about them ever. Just less after awhile)

#empires solidarity #EMPIRES SPOILERS #jimmy spoilers #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #solidaritygaming #me #solidarity gaming #empires s2 #fwhimmy #smallidarity #empireshipping #empires shipping #flowerhusbands

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weirdfishy · 8 months

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fic stats meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

tagged by @mashumaru !!! thanks lovely for the tag, i haven't had a minute of brain power to write lately, but i love being tagged in these!! (also, all my ao3 stuff is archive locked, so y'all've gotta be signed in to read them)

Most Hits

Unknown Caller ID - Danny Phantom x DC Batfam

Surprisingly, Damian steps in front of him, arms crossed. “Batman, this is my Father. He arrived soon after receiving word of my capture. Please, refrain from arresting him.” Danny reels.

one of the favs (n istg i will make more but like. life.) bc it's crack Treated Seriously n i love this concept that Damian has just gone 'you're now my father' to Danny bc Danny is Worthy Of Dating Bruce

Second Most Kudos

Tim's Drake's introduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - DP x DC Batfam

Tim, currently standing on top of the Batmobile, in distant yet full view of the computer’s camera, shouts, “Not B! How the fuck do you deal with a ghost!??” Tim hops off the car and dashes towards the computer as Constantine just gives a weary sigh, dragging a hand down his face.

lil bit of crack treated seriously, allowing myself to be silly goofy

Third Most Comments

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - The Sandman, dreamling

It boils Hob’s blood, to see him like this—to not know how long his stranger has been here, in this hell of human greed. But you can be hurt…or captured. He’d heard the stories, the rumors of The Magus and the Devil in his basement. Hob didn’t know about devils, but he did know of those assumed to be yet never were, taking human form. Hob also knew of imprisoning others, and of being imprisoned.

legit one of my favorite prose stuff, even if i lost motivation (& my notes) for fleshing it out

Fourth Most Bookmarks

Discussion in Trust - Boku No Hero Academia

“We know that the second they know they can control you, you’ve lost,”—a pause—“but once you lose, you can learn. And I learned, Sensei, from fucking five, that “quirkless” was a societal loss I’d never stop learning from.”

my contribution to all might bashing, dadzawa, and like? analyst izuku. proud of it still, at the time i adored it but yk, my self standards raised so.

Fifth Most Words

C'est la vie - Criminal Minds, Emily Prentiss/Murder!Reader

Drip, “Family is not blood.” You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, voice low and slow. sigh “But I would bleed and cry for family found blind- I would turn to & die. I would turn blade & kill.” You lick your lips, catching the edge of the cut, the sting causing you to shiver. drip, “Apocalypse,” you finish, tilting your head back to face them, squeezing the trigger. die-

oh boy, this one is my second??? fic posted, and i fully intend to rewrite it, but it's been awhile, and it will continue being awhile

Least Words

To See the Sea Last - The Witcher OC

Stilled lungs bloated with a corrosive, burning salt, and yet felt no pain. The water line rose higher. Strands of gray danced in a thin crown as the ocean submerged the body of a man who had chosen to both live and die by the whims of the sea.

a flash fiction fill, it's a lil poetic death scene of one of my OCs, a pirate named Walerian. i actually adore this, even if it goes mostly unseen

no pressure tags to: @oliveofvanders @fannafiction @spacedace @shire-bard & ofc anyone who would like to ! <3

#tagg@me #fishy's fics #the sandman #dpxdc #the witcher #criminal minds #bnha

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vamp-stamp-fics · 1 year

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The Raven ball

Fandom: Wednesday (Netflix series)

Ship: Wenclair

Tags: friends (?) To lovers, fluff w/ slight angst, happy ending, Enid have a lesbian attack at the sight of Wednesday, jealous Enid

Summary: while thing forces Wednesday to take Tyler to the Raven ball to socialize, Enid thinks otherwise

Word count: 1316

A/n: I love this show sm, I swear if Netflix is queer baiting us which they probably are I'm emailing them a strongly worded complaint. Also some scenes in this fic obviously don't line up to the episode

Wednesday opened the door to reveal Tyler at her dorm. He held Flowers with a bright smile "I got the note you sent me" what note? "honestly it shocked me how endearing and sweet it was" "yes. It shocked me to. One moment please" she closed the door and glared at Thing "How could you make him think I could write something endearing and....sweet" she looked through her closet. Maybe I could try faking my death, it's not like it's something I haven't done before. Thing snapped his fingers to get Wednesdays attention. She turned to the black dress from the antique store "how'd you afford that?" Thing sighed to her in response. "Hm"

Her roommate Wednesday walking down the stairs, looking more beautiful then she'd ever realize. Enid thought Wednesday was quite attractive when they first meet but now seeing her here confirmed something Enid was contemplating since the two girls first meet:

Enid looked around for her date. He'd left just mere seconds ago! Where'd he gone? She heard whispers and awes of someone who had just entered the ball. She'd looked to see-

Enid took interest in Wednesday. She didn't know how she hadn't realized it before. Then again the way she felt with Wednesday was different from her other romantic interest. Ajax was attractive yes, but he didn't have that dark allure that Her roommate had. This attraction was stronger but hidden in the back of Enids mind. Like when the two were up on the balcony she had felt a certain way. Back then she thought the attraction was what all girls felt.

Sadly that awe came to an end when she noticed Tyler accompanying her. What the hell was he doing here? She thought Wednesday was stubborn on not having a relationship, she'd mention it to Enid one time how she loathed even the slight possibility of her having a partner so why was HE here with her? Enid realized she was getting frustrated and tried calming herself down. She walked over to them with a bright smile "Wednesday! I never thought you'd be here. What was the change of heart?"

"Believe me I didn't come here by will, if I did it would be a sign I've truly gone insane. Though I'm not surprised you're here" Wednesday eyed her in suspicion "I thought that gorgen dumped you. Who's your date? Or are you alone? Now that'd be the real surprise" Enid felt slightly hurt at Wednesday implying she'd gone to the dance alone. But brushed it off "oh he's around here somewhere"

Enid looked desperately In the crowd to find him, though a part of her hoped she didn't. Wednesday raised an eyebrow "is he invisible? How inconvenient, be harder to kill him if he breaks your heart" Enids felt attracted at the thought of Wednesday killing someone over her, even as morbid as it was. "Oh no no! He just went somewhere... probably taking a bathroom break" Wednesday replied with a "hm" and went to find Tyler. Enid walked to the punch bowl and drank 3 cups of punch. Hating the thought of Wednesday being with that normie. She watched as she saw Wednesday bumping into Xavier. After awhile she walked out to the sitting room.

"Xavier told me what you did" Tyler looked to Wednesday sitting next to him. He sighed "look Wednesday I wish I could lie my way out of this and tell you a reason why I did but to be honest, I can't. I don't know why I did it but after I realized how awful it was I felt terrible"

"Do you really think I'd stopped liking you for a lousy prank? The way Xavier told me about I would've done worse" Tyler smiled. "I knew I liked you for a reason" Oh. We're the feelings mutual? Wednesday didn't know. She thought over it. She somewhat tolerated his presence around her, and did he make a damn good cup of coffee, but Did she like Tyler? In that way? People confused her. How should she put it to him.

"I don't believe the feelings mutual" Wednesday deadpanned. Tyler turned towards her "huh?"

"Not in that way, I don't find interest in you in a romantic Sense but I do somewhat tolerate your presence" Tyler translated what she said to himself then repeated it back to her "so you're saying you don't want to date me but you more see me as a friend? Did I hit the mark?"

"Not exactly. I don't have friends but enemies and people I've decided not to poison in Thier sleep. Also I have a confession to make" Tyler snorted "And what's that?"

"I didn't write that note to you. Thing did, he was forcing me to socialize and thought you'd be the perfect date. He was sorely mistaken"

"Yeah I had a feeling someone else wrote it. Too sweet to be written from you. You'd rather be caught dead then doing that"

"Agreed" a pause. "So who is it?" Wednesday was confused though her face didn't show it "who's what?"

"The person you're interested in instead of me?"

"Do I really have to be romanticly interested in someone else if I'm not with you? Like I told myself in the beginning of my time here; I will not become my mother and find my "one true love" why is it a need for girls to find a romantic partner?" Tyler quickly defend himself "sorry that's not what I meant, you're right I shouldn't assume" The silence thickened between the two. "Though I'm might be contradicting myself, there might be ..... someone"

"Who?"

"Not telling you, but I do have some business to take care of with this person" Wednesday stood up ready to walk back into the ball. "Is it-" Tyler was going to ask if it was a certain boy but she interrupted him "it's not Xavier if that's what you're thinking" she walked out of the sitting room into the flashing light filled dance.

Enid accepted that her date completely dipped on her and wasn't coming back. She sighed, frustrated at the predicament. She watched as the rest of the school danced with each other as she sat at one of the tables. Enid took a sip of her drink.

"Enid" she nearly choked as the girl in black appeared out of nowhere. Putting her drink down Enid stood with Wednesday "Jesus Wednesday! You have a nact for appearing from nowhere"

"It's a hobby" Wednesday deadpanned. "I have something to tell you" "what? You killed your date already?" Enid joked.

"Don't change the subject" something told Enid this was serious and not Wednesdays usual morbid sarcasm. Enid leaned closer "so what is it?"

"I don't know what you did but you've done something. Maybe it's some form of dark arts you've casted on me"

"Huh?" Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows in irritation. "I'm trying to tell you I tolerate you a lot more than everyone else. It's probably because I've spent so much time in that dorm with you I've formed Stockholm syndrome" Enid realized what Wednesday was trying to say and smiled. "Wednesday are you trying to say you like me?"

The girl in black avoided her question and said instead "will you have this dance with me" Enid squealed and threw her self on Wednesday "oh yes! Yes I will!" Wednesday tensed up at the physical touch. "Sorry forgot you're not a hugger" Enid tried pulling away but Wednesday slowly (and awkwardly) wrapped her arms around Enid. Holy shit. Wednesday was hugging Enid. It somewhat surprised dark haired girl herself. Wednesday promised she wouldn't end up like her mother and fall for someone. Damn her mother for being right.

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batstorm93672 · 1 year

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Let It Be Over Already

Word of warning other than just tagging it.

This story contains heavy amount of depression, ptsd, panic attack and attempting suicide is explicitly stated. If this triggers you, then I beg that you do not read it for your mental wellbeing is worth more than a story.

It's been months since anyone has seen Damian Wayne. No one knows where he has gone, the last person he visited was Dick and Kory. Titus was left with the two adults as well. Titus had been less excited about things without Damian.

Alfred's death took a hard toll on Damian's life. He often did disappear from his siblings for awhile, but never this long and without Titus as well...

Siblings Group Chat

Dick: Has anyone received any news on Damian or Robin sightings?

Jason: No. I haven't heard or seen a thing on him

Stephanie: Where could he have gone?

Tim: It's like he disappeared

Barbara: I've been trying to trace his phone, nothing

Dick: What worries me is that he also didn't take Titus... then that night he was with me when I found him in the guest room. He tore it up, pillows were literally ripped apart and everything was a mess. Then I found these drawings

[Three pictures of Alfred sitting on a chair tied up as Robin, Bane or merely a shadow is behind him. Alfred's neck is snapped and he's clearly dead]

Cassandra: :(

Tim: Holy shit

Stephanie: I feel like I might be sick

Dick: He was sobbing horribly... then he spoke of how he just wants to give up at times. His mental health is dropping and the fact that he's missing is worse

Jason clicked off his phone, walking down the streets of Gotham, the sun was still shining down. "...where are you kid?"

By the time night rolled around, Jason made it to his apartment and took off his hoodie. The window... was slightly ajar. He locked it last he left, maybe he left it open a bit? Or... a hopeful twinge of a possibility that the one person who would enter through there and probably insult him for how easy it was to unlock it.

"Damian? Are you here?"

It was silent.

Jason sighed and lied on his bed "No... no you aren't"

"No..!"

He had struggled in vain, crying as his grandfather's neck snapped. Failing to save him. Failing to be good enough.

Failing to save a man he loved with all his heart.

Damian leaped up from the small makeshift bed. Looking around for his Great Dane to help, only to be met with the darkness. That's right... he left Titus with Richard and Kory. He can't let his canine see what he's done to himself, what he's been having weighed on his mind. Sometimes he really does want it to be over. Knowing that he can't do it anymore... it hurts so bad, but he can't really bring himself to have this dealt with. A coward. He wouldn't even be here, had he just stay put and not endanger Pennyworth then everything would be okay! Then he would be back and everything would be perfect! But it's not... and it won't be for a long time.

Damian got up off the floor this safehouse was completely abandoned. He had to make due with old blankets. Damian grabbed his uniform and put it on...

Robin swung until he overlooked the city, the sky was dark. Landing at the very top to see it all, it could end here and it would be okay... he'd go back to Hell, but he deserves it doesn't he. To go back to where he belongs, back where his sins torment every waking moment he lingers.

The very top of the building, falling would be a horrible plummet down to meet the ground. It doesn't seem so bad... does it?

Why is his heart racing like this?

Why is he scared?

Why can't he move forward?

Pennyworth is gone.

There's nothing else here, no one else.

Just go!

Go!

GO!

JUST GO AND GET IT OVER WITH IT WILL ALL BE OVER IF YOU DO IT! THE PAIN! THE SUFFERING WILL END!

IT WILL END!

FINALLY IT WILL BE OVER!

LET IT BE OVER!

END THIS!

HE'S GONE AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!

YOU FAILURE!

GO!

DO WHAT MUST BE DONE!

"NO!"

Robin moved away from the edge, panicking as he covered his mouth. "No no no no no I'm scared I can't do it! I can't! Why am I so scared..? What is wrong with me?!" Robin's hands shook as he grabbed his phone. Clicking onto a contact he could barely see through his tears. Putting it up to his ear when he heard ringing.

"Holy shit, Damian is that you!? Where have you been, we've been looking all over for you!"

"A-a-a-- a-akhi... akhi... I can't do it, I'm scared..!"

"Damian, slow down. Tell me where you are"

"G-Grand... Grand Avenue Station at the top..."

"Hang tight. Do you want me to st--"

Robin hung up, it was already bad that he called. Now he had to be rescued like a child in distress, he can't do this.

"Stop it stop it stop it, let it end already. Let me go! Let it be over already! Please let it be over! I-I can't do this... I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be with anyone either. I want it to be over, let it be over for once"

"Damian"

Robin looked up, Red Hood stood above him only his mask was on and he was sweating. "Damian! Hey, hey, hey. It's me, it's okay. What happened, you can tell me" "I-I want it to be over... but I don't want to die, I just want it to be done for once" "What do you mean? What did you try to do?"

"I wanted to go... I wanted to go I thought it would be over if I just go. I tried, but I'm a coward I can't even take my life. I can't do it. It's my fault, I want the suffering to end I'm scared. I'm so scared"

Red Hood looked absolutely destroyed, he didn't say a word and honestly he couldn't bring himself to speak. Damian's mental state was dropping, but to think so quickly he would turn to... to... fuck.

Red Hood hugged him tight, Robin sobbed making no attempt to move or hug Hood back.

"I'm scared, I want it to be over! Please let it be over... let it be over already. Let this not be real I can't do this without him. I miss my grandfather, I miss Alfred. I want to die, I want to die already. Don't bring me back from the dead, don't let me stay dead. Don't stay, don't go" Robin was rambling random things, most of his words contradicted the other.

"Ssshhhhh easy now. I'm here. I'm here for you. Let's go"

Jason: I found him

Dick: Where?

Tim: Is he okay?

Jason: Shit this is gonna be hard to say and even worse to hear

Stephanie: Just say it

Cassandra: ?

Duke: Is he at least safe?

Jason: He tried to kill himself. He called me saying that he can't do it and that he's scared. Then I found him on Grand Avenue Station

Barbara: Oh my god

Duke: Did you stop him?

Jason: Yeah, he seemed to be in shock and stopped himself

Tim: Where are you?

Jason: Home, I brought him with me, he's sleeping rn

Cassandra: Dick?

Duke: Hey man you okay? You haven't texted

Jason: Dick he's okay now, I got him

Stephanie: We can go visit him

Barbara: Dick please say something?

Dick was wheezing with every breath, he dropped his phone and couldn't keep himself from trembling.

Damian almost...

Oh God!

Why?!

Why didn't I stop him from leaving?!

Should I have forced him to stay with us?

Why didn't I see this before?

"Dick, you must remain calm. Tell me what is happening my love"

"K-Kory?"

"Yes. It's me"

"Damian, he tried to kill himself. Jason found him"

"Okay, okay. Look at me, focus on what you just said after. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Can you repeat those three things?"

"Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe"

"Yes, say it as many times as you must"

"Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe"

Dick's breathing lessened in volume, he closed his eyes then opened them to look at Kory. "Yeah... I get it, thank you Kor. I just started to drive myself crazy there, thinking on what I could've done better to protect him. But it's not just me. Damian has more than one person by his side"

"Exactly, so let's go to sleep. Tomorrow you can go see him and bring Titus along"

It was silent when Damian woke up, he could feel where the tears once were. He had messed up.

Did he mess up by calling Jason? Or did he mess up by not doing what he told himself to do? Damian doesn't know which part he messed up.

Regardless, Damian looked around, Jason was still sleeping by him. Damian hated himself, Jason wouldn't be taking care of him had he just fell off. No one would be worried if he just did that.

Coward, can't even do a single thing.

You've taken many lives, what's stopping you from taking your own?

Damian held himself, it just felt so awful, everything was a mess and it was his fault. Everytime Damian closes his eyes he can see how the thunder and lighting cast shadows over the people. The person who took his life always changed while the one person in that chair took his last breath and stayed the same. Same story. Same ending.

The snap of a neck.

The screaming and crying.

Then the Butler with his head limp to the side.

It all ended and began the same way.

He had snapped his neck. Bane had snapped his neck. The darkness had snapped his neck. Regardless of who was behind it, it's the result of who fell at the hands that hurts Damian the most.

"Hey, it's okay. It's akhi, I'm here for you"

When did Damian start crying again? When did Jason wake up to see this mess? More importantly, how long has Jason been hugging Damian?

"It won't end... i-it won't stop... make it stop. The nightmares, the thunder, the lightning, the bones, the screams. Make it stop... please make it stop I can't handle it"

"I know, I know. It hurts I know it does, but it will pass. You can't let it consume you"

"Why did you answer? If I hadn't been so cowardly then I could've done it and let you been in peace. Why didn't you hang up? Why did you let me talk?"

"Cause I care too much habibi, I couldn't let you go. I love you"

"...don't leave me"

"I won't"

"Don't go... don't leave me alone again"

"I won't let you be alone"

"Stay... please stay longer"

"Heh well this is my house, jokes aside, I'm staying Dami"

Then a knock brought the two back from their hug. Jason stood up while smiling at Damian "I'm not leaving, I promise. I'm just going to answer the door" "Tt. I know that" Even though he says that, a huge part of him was glad to hear that Jason wasn't going to leave.

Jason opened the door after looking through the peephole.

Damian was knocked to the floor and was slobbery.

"Titus?" The Dane barked and his tail wagged "I'm so sorry Titus, I love you so much I'm sorry I left you! I was scared. Please forgive me!" Titus sat down as Damian hugged his pet. Inhaling the warmth and smell of Titus's fur.

Damian smiled a bit as he moved Titus away, seeing who brought him... Dick was standing at the doorway, he looked at a loss. Damian's smile fell and he looked guilty.

"Richard... I'm... I didn't-"

Dick tackled Damian in a hug and Dick's sobs came out like exhales of relief and laughter. Damian somehow had a river of tears hiding even after losing so many tears before.

"I-- I'm sorry Richard, I'm so sorry I left. I'm sorry I tried to- I don't know what happened to me! Nothing felt good anymore, I'm a mess. I couldn't handle it, I'm sorry"

"Damian! I was so worried! I-I was so scared!"

"You... you aren't mad?"

"No, why would I be mad? I'm overjoyed to see you here and I love you so much I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, I noticed the changes but didn't do a thing"

"Don't blame yourself... you tried to get me to stay. I'm the one who left"

"I'm so glad to see you"

"Me too"

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zander-idgaf · 1 year

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Bucky, where is my pencil?

Genre: crack, fluff

Summary: Bucky wanted to get your attention so he took your 'magic pencil' and now you are regretting the decision of giving him what wants. But in the end you get revenge.

If you want to be tagged just comment.

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You had left your Ipad and stylus on your desk in your room to go to the bathroom. As you do your business there is quite shuffling in your bedroom. So quite that you figured it was you imagining things.

You come out of the bathroom to see that your Ipad was turned off. You thought it just went o sleep. But when you push the on button it stayed dark. Now this made you uneasy, so you start looking for your stylus. It was gone.

Bucky pov

He sat in his closet clutching the weird pen thing that you draw on the tablet to his chest. He knew how much you loved to draw on your free time, but the both of you haven't send time with each other in awhile. He missed his friend and if he had to steal your beloved art wand...... He would.

He heard you stomp in the curse only to whip around and leave. He peeked into the hallway to see if he was clear. He sprinted for the training rooms.

Loki's pov

The browned haired man streaked by with a stick in his hand. He looked scared enough that Loki got up from the kitchen table and looked down the hall. When he turned around the soldier was gone down the hall.

Yn pov:

The damn moron didn't realize your 'wand' didn't work unless it was synced to a device. You watch him try to write on the white board in the training room. He didn't realize you were behind him. He grunts and scowls at the tool.

"She has the tech like Tony." He pauses and then looks at the white board. "He grabs a marker and starts writing.

Play pool with me!

He puts the marker up and turns to see you. "You could have asked."

"I have for the past week!"

"Well, you should really speak up when you do."

The man knew when he asked any of the Avengers to hang out with him, he gets shy and starts to mumble.

Side note:

Did he wake up with out his arm? Maybe. Did u hide it. No one knows. Let's just say he didn't sleep for two days looking for it.

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If you want to be tagged for the next fic I do comment. Same goes for requests. Also very sorry this is so short I did this while at work on break.

#bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky x gender neutral reader #funny #loki crack #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki friggason #loki god of mischief #loki (marvel)

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acaiasahi · 1 year

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indefinite hiatus notice + thank you for 100k! ★

hi everyone!

i just wanted to hop on here and say a couple things before logging out indefinitely.

one, thank you so much for 100k followers! i never thought this day would come, let alone get so much love for my silly fics, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you. i couldn't have achieved such a big following w/o the love and support of you guys <3.

two, i'm super sorry for falling off the face of the earth but as you can clearly see, i haven't really been active on here for the past month or so. i actually deleted a bunch of my side blogs except for @/run2tzu so don't worry if you don't see my other ones (not that anyone's searching... i had no bitches awn there 😭)

but to go more in depth, i haven't been into kpop for awhile now. it's less about the music aspect, but more-so of the fandoms. some, emphasis on some, fandoms are toxic, and being completely transparent, i'm just super tired of having to deal with such negative people. i love and will always love kpop, especially with all the people i've been able to connect with through it, but you can't blame me for wanting to step away from such a tiresome hobby.

i'm not sure how long i'll be gone for, i honestly might be away for quite some time. i've gotten into other hobbies like crocheting, i'm busy with work, and trying to get my life together because i'm turning 20 this year and that's terrifying lol. please understand my reasoning and be respectful.

again, thank you so much for your love during the past year and a half, i'm hoping to come back but i know it won't be any time soon.

tldr; thank u for 100k, i love u all and i'm going on an indefinite hiatus for idk how long bc the kpop scene is toxic af lmao

with lots of love and hugs,

jaydi.

tagging: @i-luvsang @tranquilpetrichor @h4chi @sseastar-main @seung-scrittore @sunoo-bby @eulris

#important

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ihatepeoplesomuchuwu · 10 months

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I do not have the energy or care to spend any more thoughts about the CK situation but there's something that has been bothering me. I wish to start off that I do not support Tom, I haven't supported him for quite awhile before this happened because of other actions he did. However, even though I do not like Tom, I do not approve of people sending him death threats and causing him to leave. Do I think some of the things he said were shitty? Absolutely! Especially the stuff about racism and his hispanic/latinx ocs that are walking stereotypes! Do I think people should have gone to the extent they did to harass him? Fuck no. Goodness, we are a community, for the most part, of adults. Start acting like it, and if it truly bothered you so bad then just block his account and tags (when he was here)

As a POC, it's really bothered me that people have glossed over the things like how uncomfortable his only two hispanic/latinx character's were very fetishy and becoming insulting stereotypes but at the end of the day what can I do? Oh right, move on from it because there are other important daily life things to worry about than random people on the internet that have no direct contact to me and don't interfere with my real world life. Does it suck? Yes. Should I spend every waking breath breathing into my mic raging? No. I just can't fantom this behavior from either side, this isn't pointed at one side by the way, its at both because I quite frankly think people on both sides are acting ridiculously to internet drama we should be moving on from/shouldn't have let it come to this. That's all, I'm quite frankly tired of it because it does suck but it's a tumblr fandom, I have to keep reminding myself it's always been like this since joining this website 9 years ago it'll end up falling into the toxic internet culture bag. By the way, congrats on figuring yourself out with genderfluidity!

Anon...... I love you, take this ✨️👑✨️

In all seriousness, I have a high HIGH respect for you, and thank you for taking the time to do this. I completely agree and understand where you are coming from! I still stand by saying that this all should have just been handled privately, not just from the person who made the post but Tom as well. Like you said, we are all adults here, and this was all just the wrong way to handle this situation. We are all adults and this is one of those times that should have been handled privately first instead of out in the open where some people didn't even take the time to read the posts from both sides and just took the chance to threaten and harrass the opposite side. (Idc if you agree or not with someone, harassment is never okay and I'm sorry if you dealt with any of that anon) It's going too far at this point and just tiring to see both sides threaten one another over this. This happens. It's life, and people move on. As someone that I have talked to on here said, people mess up and make bad decisions. It happens and it's life. If you aren't happy or comfortable, then no one is stopping you from leaving. Your comfort is a top priority, and it's the internet. If you don't like something, then block or leave it. You, my dear anon, have said it so well that I don't even know what to add! UwU

As for the racism part of Tom's post(s), that was one of the things I did not agree on. I didn't take it personally(I am a white as fuck irish person who has only heard the "Lol alcoholic potato" jokes)and I can't even imagine how some people felt. I feel like I have no place to comment on it because I don't want to act like I know how it feels. It wasn't okay, in my opinion, and besides saying that I didn't agree with that, and it was upsetting to read. I wish I could add more, but you seriously said it a lot better! TwT

(I genuinely wish I could add more, but holy shit did you make such a beautiful and inspiring post, Anon! ^^ Thank you for taking the time to send me this, and I hope you have a wonderful stay here, we love and appreciate everyone here, my friend, SO YOU BETTER ACCEPT IT!!! ❤️ >:0)

(P.s. Thank you so much!!! Also, you dropped this ✨️👑✨️)

#carnivorekitty #lurking for love #lfl #l4l #niwinoodle #royalty 👑#anonymous #WHY ARE SO MANY OF YOU SO COOL WTF #seriously have so much respect for all of you it's scary #stay amazing anon!!! UwU

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abbxdrawer · 2 years

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Hey this Rat Mod Abbx here!

I know I been gone for awhile, I'm now in the process of waiting for my childhood home to be sold off. As right now I can get ahold of only couple pieces of paper aka scrap paper to able draw for couple asks that I haven't answered yet. Again sorry anyone who wanted to rp with me, it's been stressful for me to able draw so art block.

When I do come back from moving and to have stable place, I will get back on answering questions/asks on my blogs which I will tag below. For the mean time do send some, I only have four asks one each from different blogs. Like two from one blog and the other two on the other.

I will update you yal when I can sit down and draw, top of that I got laid off from my previous work so I'm back on full time babysitting so I might have a wacky schedule to post stuff on my blogs if you guys wanted to ask someone on my main here, I'm gladly to answer anything for the mean time.

Anyways that's what's been going on. Thank you from understanding my current situation and hopefully I get back on drawing soon for the blogs and give more depth/details on all of them.

Abbx out~

Following blogs;

@ask-wick-the-postdogo

@ask-ace-theacrobat

@ask-idv-sleepycarl

@ask-victor-thepaperboy

@ask-umbrella-and-camera

@ask-idv-headcarver

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antipolin · 3 months

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Nicola stans are the fucking worst, I think I know who you’re talking about in particular when it comes to shipping Nicola with every man she comes across. First they were trying to spread that her boyfriend was Daryl McCormack, then Luke Thompson, then Eamon Farren, and of course always Luke Newton. I had to block this little group whose entire personality is Nicola Coughlan and who they want her to be dating. It’s getting weird. Good for Luke T for shutting it down.

I didn't see any other Polin's posting shit like that in the tag so it's probably the same person. I haven't gone to their blog but it just really annoys me when people do real life shipping like this. Especially based off fan theories or speculation. Like girl be serious.

She went from: "Oh she's dating Luke Thompson!" to "Well, she's probably dating Eamon Farren" (IDK who the hell that is btw I had to google the guy and I've never heard of/seen anything he's been in other than the Witcher and I've tried to erase that show from my memory b/c the writers ruined it) real fucking quick. Like 5 seconds before they thought she was dating Luke.

According to this person, she just has an endless cycle of men she's potentially dating. BFFR.

For the record, I don't think Luke knew about like 10 psycho fans who thought he was dating Nicola. And judging by old/other photos.... Him and Harriet have been an item for awhile they just didn't seemingly publicly confirm it until yesterday. They took their time and I can respect that and their privacy for that.

#anon #asks

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scoutdoesstuff · 2 years

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hey remember this post that i made awhile back about a fic i was working on that was a rewrite of the widower arc and i was hoping to publish the first chapter of soon? yeah unfortunately i moved house shortly thereafter and haven't written in two months.

HOWEVER i am no longer living out of boxes and have started writing again and liked this bit so much i wanted to share. fingers massively crossed that my writing process continues to go along at a nice clip and i should have something ao3 ready sooner rather than later (hopefully)

anyway - story time! brief note: jack has the ability to age himself up and down in this story and has currently decided that he needs to be itty bitty.

tags list is under the cut as well. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!

Baby Jack is a clingy little dude, who hates to be without Dean for longer than thirty seconds. It gets to the point where Dean dubs the guy Jack Attack because he just lunges for Dean whenever Dean tries to move away from him -- or even when he’s been out of Dean’s arms for just a few moments. It makes the first forty eight hours incredibly taxing for everyone involved since basically no one sleeps until Dean caves and smooshes Jack next to him on his bed and passes out for a few hours.

Sam stress cleans the kitchen and the living room of the bunker while Dean and Jack are passed out, then goes to his own room to get cozy with unconsciousness. Dean’s so tired he doesn’t notice that Sam cleaned until he sees that Sam put out a grocery list together for Dean to add to. Given that Sam puts everything back in the wrong place despite Dean’s repeated instructions to his gigantor little brother, it’s probably concerning that it took Dean that long to figure out that something was off.

Whatever. Dean’s too fucking tired to care.

Halfway through their first full day of having Jack as a baby, and after he had been somewhat rejected as a caretaker, Sam had gone on a research tear to try and figure how old Jack currently was. The best guess they could come up with, based on WebMD and Dean’s very hazy memories of his childhood immediately post-fire, was that Jack Attack was six months old.

As far as Dean was concerned, infants were infants but it did mean that they could feed Jack solidish baby food without feeling overly concerned. Well, at least Sam could. Dean, from somewhat bittersweet personal experience, knew that babies were a hell of a lot hardier than people gave them credit for these days.

Either way, he wasn’t sorry to not have to fuck around with bottles. From what he remembered with Sammy, that shit was a pain. Dad didn’t have the patience to keep it up for long after Mom passed.

Dean keeps up a steady stream of chatter to the kid. He doesn’t talk about anything important — just a long stream of rambling about whatever comes to mind, movies, what repairs he needs to do on the Impala, random recipes, occasionally, when he can stomach it, a memory of Cas or two. As two days drag on to three and then to four, Dean begins to suspect that Jack kept his language processing skills when he shrunk himself down to pocket size.

The kid just seems to respond too well to what Dean’s saying is the thing.

Sam thinks he’s crazy when he brings it up.

“Dean, I don’t think you’re crazy,” Sam says, in that deeply patronizing tone of voice he has when he thinks he’s being the reasonable, smart one despite being four years younger. “I just think you’re a little sleep deprived because you think a six month old can understand you.”

Dean gives his brother a flat look over his sixth cup of coffee of the day. Dean knows what he saw.

“I know what I saw, Sammy,” Dean says, out loud this time. “He nods along when I talk about movies and stuff and gets fussy when I don’t finish movie plots or stories about Cas.”

“Dean, I think you need a nap.” Sammy’s patronizing tone has been turned up to eleven now. Sammy is also missing the point.

Dean cuts to the chase. “I want to bargain with him.”

“Dean, what the fuck?” Dean now how his brother’s full attention.

“About the clinging, Sam. He’s a stage five clinger,” Dean says, leaning in closer to Sam now that he’s paying attention.

“He’s an infant, Dean, of course he’s clingy!” Sam snaps, gearing himself up for a full hissy fit.

“I also enjoy the cuddles,” Dean says, hands up, placating. “But I also want to sleep for more than an hour a day and not have him scream out the windows again when I have to take a shit.”

Sam pauses mid-stream in his bitchfit there — because there’s really no arguing with that one. Dean had disappeared for five minutes to (publicly) take a dump (but to actually have a mini break down while the tap ran to hide his crying) when Jack lost his goddamn mind. The kid went from ballistic to thermonuclear in five seconds flat and screamed loud enough to make Sam’s ears bleed and blow several of the bunker’s doors off their hinges.

Neither of them are eager for a repeat, but Dean’s losing his fucking mind. He needs more than thirty seconds alone sometime in the next few days or he’s actually going to snap or go catatonic or maybe even both.

“Desperate times and desperate measures?” Dean says, needling his baby brother only slightly.

“Fuck, fine, but you have to do most of the talking,” Sam says, eyebrows scrunched and mouth downcast in a little moue of a pout, making what Dean refers to as the Softer Bitchface.

The conversation goes well, even if Dean feels like a lunatic having a very serious discussion with a six month old who responds to everything he says by cooing. Dean’s pretty sure they get Jack to understand that while Dean is walking out of eyesight, he is not actually leaving forever and that Sammy is a perfectly fine replacement for a few minutes or even hours.

Dean finally gets a few minutes to himself, where he times a ten minute breakdown over Cas being gone, which is thankfully not interrupted because he cries on the floor of the bathroom on all floors like a child. Then they all get to sleep, uninterrupted, for eight hours, though that might be helped by the bassinet that Sam and Dean painstakingly assembled in Dean’s room the night before. It lets Jack sleep with Dean nearby, though, and the hours of calm that it buys them is worth the bullshit instructions that it came with. Seriously — Dean’s had an easier time decoding centuries old religious manuscripts than those fucking instructions. Sam quit on him twice during the whole process.

Anyway.

If Dean’s totally honest, the bassinet is only partially for meeting Jack’s needs. He’d forgotten how well he slept listening to the soft breathing of someone he cared for nearby.

They get a routine going for two whole days. Dean is able to pass Jack off to Sam for a few minutes, or even an hour or two, so he can just catch his breath during the day. They all even get to sleep at night for two whole nights. Then, it’s all blown to hell.

Eileen calls a week to the day that they returned to the bunker with Jack and without Cas. She looks like she’s been beat to hell and she needs backup bad.

Dean doesn’t even to look at Sam to know the faces he’s making while she explains the situation to them on speakphone.

“Go,” he says.

“Dean,” Sam says and when Dean looks over at Sam his shoulders are up by his ears, face scrunched up with guilt and worry. “I can’t just leave you here with a baby—“

“Baby?” Eileen both says and signs, eyes wide.

And wow, fuck, they really forgot to tell fucking anyone that Cas was dead and they were sort of dads now, huh?

Eileen takes one look at both of their faces and goes, “Ok, you can tell me later. I’ll call —“

Dean doesn’t let her finish. “Sammy’s coming to you, Eileen. He’ll be there in —“ fuck how far is Butte from here again? “ — twelve hours or so.”

“Dean!” Dean knows Sam’s making his Slightly Pissed but Moving Quickly Towards Actually Pissed Bitchface from tone alone.

“Hey — the kid and I’ll be fine. I’ve done more with less, besides,” Dean says, bumping shoulders with Sam to try and get him to loosen up. He’d basically become Sammy’s full time caretaker when he was six. He’d had a growth spurt and was tall enough to reach most microwaves to make Sam and him a meal, which was apparently enough for Dad to deem him responsible enough to care for a two year old. He only lit something on fire once and Dad had set him to rights quickly about how that wasn’t acceptable. Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat thinking about it.

Dean sneaks a look at Sam. The joke did not land how he wanted it to. Sam eyes have gone hard, mouth pressed in a firm line, like he knows exactly what Dean’s thinking about.

“Dad had no right to put that on you,” Sam says, voice low and eyes watering in a way that only happens when he’s pissed and sad.

Dean is suddenly exhausted. It had been Dean’s job. It had one of the very things Dean had taken to like a duck to water. It is what it was. Dean could be furious at his father, but he just doesn’t have any emotional capacity left beyond his need to care for Jack and his grief for Cas at this point.

“Please, Sammy, not right now,” Dean says, instead of all that.

Something must show on Dean’s face because for once in their lives Sam bites his tongue. He’s quiet for a few minutes, shoulders go up and down like he’s trying to ratchet the tension out his body. Then says, staring into Dean’s eye like it’ll compel Dean to tell his baby brother the hard truth for once in his life, “Are you sure?”

Dean’s not sure, actually, but, “I can’t go to another funeral.”

Sam exhales hard at that, but nods. He grabs Dean’s should with one of his massive paws and gives it a squeeze. “Ok, then.”

He turns to face Eileen full on so that she can read his lips a little better while he signs poorly, “Ok. I’m gonna be there in a few hours. Please, please lay low until I get there, ok?”

Eileen has been watching their entire exchange, trying to piece together the bits that were unsaid. They’ve worried her. Dean can tell from the divot in her forehead and the way her eyes switch to Dean when Sam is done talking.

“I promise,” she says, partly to Sam, but mostly to Dean. He’s not sure what to do with someone wanting to comfort him. It’s been a long time since someone tried. All he can manage is a tight smile back.

tags list: @casenergies, @marvolord

#this is more than a bit happier than my first bit #though i think this whole fic is turning into a bit of a meditation on grief and how we kinf of keep carrying on either because of #or in spite of it #also the first thing i actually wrote is likely going to be the beginning of a slightly smutty deancasbenny in purgatory thing #but that's not quite ready for any kind of primetime yet #anyway #my fic #spn #think i'm going to call this one homestead #i've got about 12k to edit for the first chapter i think #but it's almost 1AM local time and i'm pooped #ALSO eileen is not dead here #because her season 12 death scene was stupid and i don't like it and it's my fic #also i see that typo #but i've tried to fix that tag three times and keep making another typo in it #so it's staying at this point #night all

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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Adult Fun

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @theweasleytwinsgirl: hi love, can i request a fred fic in which it is quarantine then reader and fred try do it but their baby keeps on crying, thanks love!

Warnings: smut in case you haven't figured this out, pouty Freddie is adorable af

A/N: My god, I actually loved this request a lot! And I really enjoyed writing it lmao

Gif is not mine

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Having a child with Fred was a blessing. The war was merciful enough to let you leave unharmed and years later you were lucky enough to have a baby of your own as you had dreamed for such long time.

Fred was an incredible father, no doubt, he was extremely caring and loving, showing a much softer side to your kid; one you'd never guess he had. But with the responsibility of raising a child came very limited time for you and Fred to relax, and it was understandable to say that your husband had become unusually moody over the past year since your baby was born.

Fred truly loved being a parent, but he really missed those passionate, intimate moments he used to share with you as his wife. He missed having your body trembling beneath him, he missed the feeling of your heated skin moving against his.

His need for you was growing stronger overtime and it had become terribly obvious when he started to walk around your house shirtless more often, pants hanging a little lower and hair messier than usual. But you couldn't really blame him; you'd been craving some adult time with your lover just as much as he did.

When quarantine struck, you handled it surprisingly well.

It was unpleasant to not be able to meet your loved ones for awhile, but at least you and Fred had more time to spend with each other. That's when his touches became lingering, more urgent and even slightly rough. Gentle caresses of your thighs and hips would turn into squeezing the soft flesh and chaste kisses would end with his tongue between your lips.

You hated to admit that the lack of intimacy was taking a toll on you as well. And unfortunately, baby naps weren't of enough time for you to catch up with what you both desperately wanted.

And that's why you tried very hard to keep yourselves busy while being stuck at home with your baby asleep upstairs.

Dozens of movies, TV shows, board games and even some poor cooking attempts which ended in a disaster, did nothing to help you and Fred in the months of a global pandemic and you ended up lying on the couch in your living room with absolutely nothing to.

"Merlin, I cannot possibly watch another episode," grumbled Fred, tossing the remote aside. "My head's about to explode."

You chuckled at his antic, but couldn't help but agree, "Honestly, mine too."

Your legs were nestled between Fred's long ones, head resting peacefully on his chest as he lazily ran fingers through your hair. You buried your face into the cotton of his red T-shirt and inhaled his characteristic scent of coffee and cedar, not planning to move away anytime soon. It had been exceptionally rare to be able to spend entire days simply cuddling your lover, but once quarantine happened, you often found yourselves snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas and you cherished those moments of seemingly eternal peace and security.

The way Fred tenderly caressed your sides up and down nearly caused you to fall asleep and you hugged him closer.

"You know what we haven't done in awhile?" Fred's low, groggy voice brought you back to consciousness. You slightly pulled away to look at him and sat between his legs.

After months of not having to run the shop, Fred didn't find it as necessary as before to make himself that presentable and his wild ginger hair now nearly reached his shoulders. But at the end, it was you who most enjoyed his messy, laid back look.

You lifted a hand to caress his cheek, thin stubble tingling your fingertips, and asked timidly, already having a vague idea.

"What?"

Fred involuntarily licked his lips and reached a hand to the collar of your thin shirt, gently slipping the hem down your shoulder to expose your bare neck and collarbones. His thumb traced patterns over the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon it, and you looked into his eyes, dark brown irises blown with desire which you hadn't encountered in a long time and made you shudder under his touch.

"It's been awhile since I last had you," he purred, the corners of his lips curling up in a dark smirk that immediately sent you into submission and had you craving. "Will you let me have you now, little girl?"

Your mind immediately wandered to your child.

"What about the baby?" you asked, worried.

"Nothing will happen as long as we're quiet," Fred shrugged, then switched back to his dominant persona and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Can you be quiet for me?"

A strangled moan tore from your throat before you managed to stop it, and you eagerly placed your legs on either side of your lover's lap, wrapping hands around his neck. Fred's grin grew wider at your neediness and his hands came down to greedily squeeze your hips and ass. He slammed his mouth onto yours, devouring your desperate whimpers and causing you to grip the hair at the nape of his neck.

You rolled your hips against Fred's, hinting at how impatient you were, and he was more than happy to carefully lay you back on the couch and slip off your pajama shorts. His eyes stared at your black panties, undoubtedly damp at that point, and you could tell by his furrowed brow that Fred was already recalling all the things he'd planned to do to you for quite a long time.

"Darling, we have a lot of catching up to do," he breathed and ran a finger over your clothed core. It was warm and positively soaked, and Fred's mind went wild with uncontrollable hunger. His fingers tugged at the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs and legs, aiming to savor the moment before finally getting what he wanted.

The desire growing in his pants made it very clear that Fred needed release just as much as you did, so you let a hand wander down your body, giving him a show of your exposed pussy. You knew your game had worked when you earned a low growl from Fred, and he crawled between your legs, tongue wettening your swollen lips with one long lick.

"Fred..." you sighed and your head fell back, hands coming down to fist his ginger locks once again.

A cry from upstairs caused Fred to pull away.

You shared a knowing, slightly disappointed look. Fred groaned quietly, but rose to his feet nonetheless.

"I'll get it."

You lied back with a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling for the few extremely long minutes in which Fred was gone. You were relieved when the crying soon ceased, and you grinned widely as your lover crawled up to you, looking at you up and down.

"Where were we?" he asked smugly, smiling against your lips. You giggled into the kiss, arms grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers slyly playing with your folds and getting coated in your juices.

You bit back a low moan, buckling your hips up to create more friction. Fred's pace turned more urgent and he slipped two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your swollen clit in rapid circles. Your sighs turned into choked gasps and your thighs began to quiver.

That was exactly what Fred had missed so dearly. He missed seeing you in such a pure state of pleasure; the rising and falling of your chest, your puffed parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut from the unbearable euphoria. Fred had terribly missed being the one to make you feel ecstatic.

Soon the spark in your belly ignited and you came hard around Fred's fingers, biting into the back of your hand to muffle the filthy moans that threatened to escape. That was the moment when he found you most beautiful; natural, radiant and happy.

His patience was wearing thin at that point, his erection aching from the lack ot touch, and Fred quickly took off his pants and underwear. His thick cock was painfully hard, the red swollen tip already leaking precum, and the prominent vein from the underside had you longing to taste it.

Fred gave his length a few slow strokes and your mouth began to water.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting your lover to take you, and he nearly did, holding your thighs open to position himself at your entrance.

But the baby cried out again.

Fred cursed under his breath, the frustration finally taking over him for not being able to make love to you properly.

"I don't understand!" he whined, pulling back to sit on the couch. "It's not hungry, nor does it need a change of the diaper. What am I doing wrong?"

You moved closer to him and brushed a strand of ginger hair behind his ear. His pouty face both made you want to laugh and be sympathetic, and you gave him a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Chances are, it probably only needs a bit of some motherly charm to fall asleep."

Fred still seemed unsatisfied with having been interrupted after finally getting some alone time with you for the first time in what seemed like forever, but he didn't object as you put your clothes back on and left to check up on the baby.

However, before you walked up the stairs, you glanced at Fred over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk that immediately replaced the scowl on his face with a hungry expression.

"Give me a few minutes. And then I'm sucking you off."

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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No One Else (Part 1)

Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Jealous Eddie.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Story idea & request by @ecarroll1978

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist ♡ No One Else Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader & Eddie have been dating for awhile now but Eddie doesn't like how close Jay Briscoe are. They eventually get into a massive fight.

Eddie Kingston's POV:

You know, I wouldn't consider myself the jealous type, at least I don't think I am. I have no reason to be jealous.

YN is mine and I am hers. We have been together for almost three years now and I know she only has eyes for me.

But whenever I see her around Jay, something just eats away at me.

Maybe it is because of their history together. They grew up around each other. They went to the same schools and even lived together at one point.

YN has always told me that Mark and Jay are like brothers to her. How they always looked out for her and had her back.

But whenever Jay looks at YN, I just have this feeling that he wishes he was with her instead of me.

Maybe I am reading too much into it but their friendship just drives me insane. Because of how long their friendship actually is, whenever they are in the same town as one another, they get together and have lunch and just do stuff together.

YN always asks me if I wanted to join them but I never do.

Like today for example, Jay has come for a visit and the two of them have gone out to lunch together.

"Are you sure you don't want to come baby?" YN asked me as I kissed her goodbye.

"You go and have fun. I know you like to catch up with him love." I told her.

"You know you can always come along Eddie. Haven't hung out with you in awhile." Jay said to me.

"Nah, I'm good. You two have fun. YN bring me back a burger." I told them. With one last kiss, I watched as YN got into his rental car and drove off.

So I kept myself busy. I decided to catch up on some TV shows that I have recorded and that YN doesn't like, so this is the perfect time for me to watch them.

But it only took my mind about thirty minutes to come up with what they are doing.

I turned off the TV and walked to our room and grabbed her tablet and opened the 'Find my phone' app she has on there.

I was fighting an inner battle with myself. If I do this, there is no turning back. There is absolutely no way I will ever get her trust back.

But the other thought of her cheating on me is driving me insane, so I did it. It only took a few moments to tell me where she was.

My heart sunk when I realised where the two of them were.

The hotel where he is staying at.

Y/N'S POV:

It was nice hanging out with Jay, but I wish Eddie came with us. He never wants too. He just tells me he wants to stay home and to watch some TV but it still hurt when he didn't want to hang out with us.

"What is going on in that head of yours?" Jay asked me as we ate our lunch.

We went to the hotel where he staying as they have a few restaurants on the main floor.

"Just wish Eddie could of come. He would love it here."

"I know YN. Maybe next time he will come out."

I smiled softly at Jay. He always knew what to say to me.

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and I picked up some new shoes for Eddie, knowing he will love them.

We stopped by the hotel restaurant before I went home to get Eddie's burger and onion rings.

I made sure to get two burgers because I know one won't do him.

Jay dropped me off at home and I walked in the front door with a huge smile on my face, knowing I get to come home and spend time with my man.

What I was not expecting was to see a very angry Eddie standing there with his arms crossed.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Part 2

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