#they did have a tumblr but they quietly deactivated a few days ago. if you were worried about following them

[moonsidesong]

twitter mutual got called out for some pretty nasty stuff and like. man. it's not like we were like, friends, just mutuals who commented on each others art sometimes, we weren't close so i don't want to make this about me or anything but this has never happened to someone i actually knew and spoke to before and its like. kinda messin with me a little. im kinda really mad actually

[blueskrugs]

idk; some thoughts.

I came very close to deactivating last week. like, mouse hovered over the “delete blog” button. more than once. the only thing keeping me from doing it was my borderline unhealthy reliance on the positive feelings I get from all the notes on my various fics. 

I’m so tired. it isn’t fun on here anymore. there’s a new drama every other day. I had to consider blocking my own team’s tag because people can’t be bothered to practice basic respect. (and I got called dramatic over it. I was literally having an anxiety attack.)

this has been a long time coming, honestly. as my followers have gone up (hi new friends!), my interaction and engagement feels like its gone down. I don’t know if I even got any messages about the last fic I dropped. collectively, the holiday prompts flopped (which I get isn’t everyone’s thing, I do, still just upsetting). reblogs are hard to come by, and genuine responses and reactions are even harder. I know I’m not the only writer who’s been struggling on here, but I’ve been wondering if it’s really all worth it. this is not the same place I started writing for a little less than a year ago, and I don’t know what happened. what went wrong. 

the worst part about taking a break was proving to myself that I could leave tumblr and no one would notice. a week without posts and I can count on one hand the number of people who tried to check in on me. there’s been a little voice in my head for a while that’s been telling me no one on here really cares, that I could quietly deactivate and no one would even notice. I lurked some, but after a while, I wasn’t even missing tumblr when I wasn’t on it. 

I have some messages in my inbox still from everything that was going down before I logged off. I won’t be answering them. I don’t have the emotional energy to bring myself to care. if you messaged me off anon and we’re friends/mutuals, I might answer it privately, but don’t hold your breath. sorry.

there are three outstanding holiday requests that I never got around to, and I won’t be filling those. I’m really sorry to the three people who requested them, I really did want to finish them all, but the motivation is just not there for them anymore. I probably won’t ever open requests again. it was a nice thing to try, and some of them were fun, but overall they were a lot of pressure I put on myself and were making me not like writing. 

this is me trying has been abandoned. I haven’t had the motivation or will to write it in months, and at this point it isn’t worth trying to force. I probably won’t come back to it. sorry to everyone who had been looking forward to it still, I really had been in love with the idea, it just wasn’t working out. 

I had a big project planned and a couple other things in the works. as of right now, I’m still planning on going through with them. hopefully I can keep working through the project enough that I can start posting the fics for it. I have no idea when that will be right now. I’m trying to stay motivated and excited for them. 

I don’t know what my presence on here in the future will be. I might just come on to talk to the few mutuals I don’t have elsewhere and to drop fics. I definitely need more space from here. is anyone still reading this?

[justawaywardwinchester]

The Littlest Winchester

Author: @justawaywardwinchester

Description: Y/N and Dean prepare for the newest member of the Winchester family. Little do they know, she was closer than they thought.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Baby Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, birth, labor pain. And SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

Word Count: 1621

A/N: This is my first fic! Domestic Dean is my JAM, and my baby fever has been off the charts lately (I’m getting married in a couple months, don’t judge me). So come wallow with me! Thank you so much to my wonderful Sammy #jensenyourdeanisshowing and my beautiful twin @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 for the beta!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

You felt like a whale. No, not even. A blimp. A fucking Goodyear blimp at a football game.

Looking down at your gigantic belly wondering if you would ever see your feet again, you felt your insides move. “Woah there, little one. Watch where you stretch those legs!”, you chuckled to yourself.

Nesting mode was in full overdrive. You couldn’t help yourself but arrange and then rearrange everything in her room. The blankets always seemed out of place, the clothes needed to be organized in the closet, and the stuffed animals needed to placed perfectly in her crib. And the house would never be clean enough.

———

Dean had never seen you look more beautiful than you did in this moment, while you were humming to yourself and folding onesies, using your beach ball of a belly as a makeshift table. He leaned against the door frame to watch you, a warm smile coming across his face. The subtle hue of sundown only accentuated your pregnancy glow. Every now and then, you would place your hand on your belly reactively as she squirmed around inside you. You had been carrying his daughter for what seemed like a lifetime and he was so incredibly anxious to meet her.

“Hey, baby.” His soothingly deep voice made your heart flutter.

“Dean! What are you doing home?! I thought you were spending the week with Sam?” You set down the clothes and practically ran to him. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you missed him much more than you thought you would. He was trying to get in one last run with his brother before the baby came and your social lives vanished.

“I couldn’t stay away from you two any longer. Sam understood. He may have laughed at me first, but he understood. After all, it is kind of a big deal.” He smirked. He pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. Then he stepped back and crouched down in front of you. With both hands on the sides of your belly, he gently rested his forehead against you and spoke in a low, velvet tone. “Hey, baby girl. Daddy missed you.”

You beamed down at him and ran your hand through his hair. “Well, you’re just in time to help. Will you hang the last of these clothes in the closet?”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he grabbed a few outfits and started to put them on hangers. You asked him about his time with Sam during the last, albeit short, retreat. He told you they took the Impala out to the lake and spent some time fishing. Taking another handful of adorably small newborn clothes, he told you how Sam kept tangling up his line on some reeds. You threw your head back with laughter, picturing the giant moose of a man grappling with a silly fishing rod. He turned back toward the closet, boasting about a whopper of a fish he almost snagged, when he heard you cry out.

“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” you exclaimed. A monster contraction rocked through you like lightning.

“Y/N?!? Are you alright?!? Talk to me!” Dean was panicking while you remained silent, trying to breathe through the pain.

After it passed, you started counting. Dean just stood there watching you. Ten minutes later another one came, crashing through you and causing you to double over.

Your tall, gruff, and let’s be honest, Adonis of a husband was turning to mush right in front of you. “Sweetheart! Please tell me what’s happening! What can I do?!”

“I’m fine babe” you assured him once you came down from the scorching pain. “It was just a contraction. They’re only ten minutes apart, but I think it’s almost show time.”

“Are you sure?! We can head to the hospital right now!” He started to scramble for his keys and your hospital bag that was already by the door.

You just stood there for a second, amused at him running around like a headless chicken. “Dean.” You rolled your eyes. “I. am. fine. I promise.” you insisted. You tried reaching out to him as he rushed by you. “Dean, please stop.” The man was a tornado, trying to pack his own bag and make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “WINCHESTER!” you hollered to break him from his daze. He halted, staring at you like he was waiting for you to combust. You brought your hands up to his face and stared into those emerald green eyes that sent you over the edge every single time. “Aren’t you supposed to be the fearless one?” you teased. “We are going to be relaxed and calm and fine.” You took a deep breath in, giving him a look that he should follow suit. You both exhaled and regrouped.

You went to pick up your bag, but he reached it first. “Nope. No way you’re carrying that.” You glared at him for his reprimand. The Impala was already running. He threw the bag into the backseat and you slowly lowered yourself into the front seat.

God, you were huge.

———

With vision blurry and beads of sweat rolling down your face, you took a deep breath and pushed as hard as you possibly could. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” He said quietly trying to ease you through the pain. He was cradling you while you labored to bring his daughter into the world, not even flinching when you squeezed his hand with all your might. In between your contractions, he marveled at you, mystified by your feminine power. A goddess of strength. He was in absolute awe over you and how you were a freaking warrior; more so than when you were hunting all those years ago, and that was saying something.

One final push brought the sweetest sound you had ever heard. Her cries pierced your heart and the tears began to flow. They placed her on your chest, still messy from birth, but you didn’t even notice. You kissed her head and sobbed quietly as the hormones consumed you. Dean watched you with his own tears falling, thanking his lucky stars a thousand times over for giving him this life.

The nurse took her away to be cleaned up and you whimpered after her. “I’ll bring her right back, Mrs. Winchester.” She was back after what seemed like far too long and placed her in your arms. She was warm and smelled like heaven. Her pink beanie and hospital blanket swaddled around her was almost too much. You were sure your heart was going to explode.

“Baby,” you said, looking up at your husband, “Are you ready to meet your girl?” The tears spilling from his eyes silently answered your question. “Daddy, meet Piper. Piper Isabel Winchester.”

Dean tore himself from staring at her face to look at you, still stunned that she was actually here. The miracle you had both been waiting on for nine long months was really here and finally in his arms. “Piper?” He asked. His eyes sparkled with adoration as he looked back at his new baby girl, who had begun to stir. Without looking up, a large smile spread across his face. “Awesome.” he whispered, not wanting to wake her.

------

It had been barely a month since you returned home as a family of three. Sleep was all but a distant memory. You felt like your head had just hit the pillow when your daughter’s cries came from the bassinet once again. “Dean.” you mumbled. “Get her so I can feed her.”

He buried his head deeper into his pillow and groaned. Nothing. She kept wailing. You grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it. “Okay! I’m up!” he growled. He got up and reached over next to him, gently cradling her as he came back to bed. He placed her in yours arms so you could nurse her.

“Thanks babe. You can go back to sleep now. I’ll put her back when I’m done.” You could see what no sleep had done to Dean and it was not pretty. “Really, it’s fine. Go back to bed. At least one of us should get it while we can” you chuckled quietly.

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll keep you company” his warm smile melted you on the spot. You nursed Piper as he beamed at you, his heart overflowing with the sight of his two favorite girls together. He never imagined having one woman who held his heart, let alone two, and never one that he would have made with his love.

You aimlessly chatted and reminisced about the old days, voices low as to not wake her.

Once she was done, you placed her back in her bassinet. Feeling absolutely drained, you climbed back into bed and snuggled up into Dean’s chest. His muscled arms wrapped around your waist. “Y/N?” You felt his voice rumble in his chest.

“Yeah, babe?” Your eyes were closed, already half asleep.

“I love you” he murmured.

You opened your eyes and pulled away to look into his. “I love you, Dean. More than anything.”

With a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you back into his chest and rested his head on the pillow. Soon, he was softly snoring.

You closed your eyes and focused on Dean’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. Your heart was unconditionally full. It was going to be a steep learning curve, settling in with a newborn. After all, she was a Winchester. You knew you were going to have a troublemaker on your hands.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure took you, Dean, and now the littlest Winchester.

My tumblr fam

@jensenyourdeanisshowing-deactiv @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @get-out-of-hell-free-card @dean-the-smol-bean @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting @curly-haired-disaster @supernaturalsammy01

If anyone wants to be tagged in this, let me know!

[generousqueen21]

Always

Requested by Anon - Heya! Would you be able to do a young justice fic? So it’s a Dick Grayson/reader and the reader has powers like scarlet witch. Thanks 😊

I love the idea! I added a little of fluff, even though it’s mostly angst.This is my first imagine on Tumblr - so tell me how I did!

DIck Grayson x Reader

Summary: After missing for a few months, Dick finds you as an anti-hero - but is happy none the less.

Word Count: 1585 ( Alot? I got carried away)

Warnings: None

“Alpha, find the bug and deactivate it with the code. Beta, focus on getting information. Try the left stairwell, and take out the eight guards stationed on the third floor.” Dick whispered into his comm. “I’ll find their leader.” “Copy that,” Wally said, “Over and out.” Dick hesitated for a moment, waiting for the team to disperse before sprinting to the second floor, switching his comm link. “Wally? Dude, where are you?” “Sorry about that.” Dick jumped, turning around to glare at his best friend. Wally was leaning against the wall, a smirk written on his face. “We have to go before the others find us, or her,” Dick snapped. If the others found you before him, you would both be in some hot water. Wally rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re crazy about her. You got to tell the team eventually.” Dick smiled, distracted for a second before returning to reality. “Let’s go. For real this time. Search every floor, and find her.” Dick ordered gently. Wally darted out of the room, not without screaming, “You owe me, dude!” Dick sighed and ran downstairs, escrima sticks in hand.

Dick had met you, a little over a year ago. Dick, with his team back on Mount Justice and you, with your metahuman powers, had hated each other. Boy Wonder, being the Golden boy he was, didn’t understand you in the least. Batman, being Batman, had ordered the team to find you on several occasions. But you always had gotten away. The Dynamic Duo was no match for a telepathic metahuman with telekinesis. The more Dick learned about who you were, the more he tried to find you. He remembers, that day he had finally found your home deep in the streets of Gotham. You had thrown him against the wall, nearly suffocating him, when he saw you clearly for the first time. You were fierce, but deep in your eyes, you were vulnerable. You were scared, really scared, that someone would find who you were, your powers, and turn you in. Dick soothingly called out, as much as he could, explaining that he only wanted to talk to you. He remembers your laughter, when he told you his name was Dick, after many late nights with you away from the terror that filled the cities. Your smile, when he would reach your hideout in a warehouse that seemed to be his second favorite place in Gotham. Your blush, when he excitingly invited you to join the team, how you would have been perfect. Your telekinesis and telepathy skills nearly at the same level of M'gann, would be put to good use, and the empty pit in your heart could have gone away. Could have. It had been month’s since Dick had seen you until finally, a mission in Gotham had popped up. Among the enemy, was you. He didn’t need to ask about your disappearance or your sudden change of heart. He knew all too well he needed to see you, to tell you that he hadn’t given up on you before it was too late. 

“Damn it!” You cried, throwing two guards out of the way with a violent red burst. You and the rest of Fury Clan’s plan had been very simple; get the files for the antidote, and leave. Somehow, the team had tracked your whereabouts, and getting in and out turned out to be trickier then you’d expect.

“Red Sparrow, give me a lift!” scream Tabitha. Tabitha was an ex-assassin had found you on the streets and was one of the few reasons why you had supposedly gone missing. Like anyone who cared was genuinely looking for you. You doubted people even knew you existed. Going over to the dark side wasn’t difficult, not with all the fun and cash that came with it. It even made you wonder why you had ever considered joining a clan of teenagers in Halloween costumes. Frightened, lonely, (Y/N) was a thing of the past; Red Sparrow was better at robbing banks anyway. “I got you!” You yelled, lifting Tabitha’s body and dropping it back over the railing where she had fallen. Tabitha had been the reason the Fury Clan had even been able to enter the building, let alone have a chance to escape. The mission was nearly completed, with one last objective remaining. “Red Sparrow! You know what you have to do!” Tabitha cried out while shooting a guard it the head and throwing an uppercut at another. “Get the files for the serum. Now!” You didn’t wait another second. Dashing toward the lab, you threw the remaining guards out of the way and drew a gun into your hand. Creeping down the hallway, you held your hands steady, fingers on the trigger. The pounding in your heart was making you anxious. Was he not coming?

A blurred flash sped by you, telling you otherwise. 

Dick trekked up the stairs. You had sent him a secret message to meet you at the lab, after discovering some confidential information. He knew that meeting you was risky, but he had to see you. It had been too long, and the guilt was eating him alive.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Dick grabbed his escrima sticks, loose in his hands. After years of quick reflexes, he knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt you. Dick hadn’t planned to see you just to see you again. If he was convincing enough, instead of asking you to return to Gotham, you might join the team. The secrets could stop, and - Dick jolted. “What the hell, Wally?” Dick was so caught up in his thoughts; Wally had to slap him to get his attention.“I could have hit you!” Wally shrugged. “I’m Kid Flash? Anyway, I found her near the lab. She has a gun by the way.” Dick cringed at the thought of you shooting, even killing someone. You were too good of a person to do that. It wasn’t you at all. Even back when you were alone on the streets, your definition of ruthless did not include murder.

Dick whispered to Wally quick instructions.“I’m going to find her. Stay here, and if anyone on the team finds you, tell them I found the boss. Keep an eye out, and also-” “Just go find her, man. I got you.” Wally reassured, leaving Dick to it.

You were becoming impatient by the minute. Nightwing was here, and you knew it. If he didn’t hurry, Tabitha would find you empty-handed, and there would be extreme consequences.

“Red Sparrow? Do you copy?” You mentally swore. You had forgotten to turn the comm off. You tore the earpiece off, throwing it to the ground and crushing it. Hopefully, Tabitha would have too much of a headache from the static noise to go looking for you.

Even in the dark hallway, you sensed footsteps. You almost forgot what you had come for. Slowly, you turned and saw the mask.

“Nightwing.” You muttered, with panic starting to bubble in your chest.  

“(Y/N)?” Nightwing whispered. It almost hurt to look at you. Almost. The speech he had planned to convince you to join the team was suddenly forgotten. All he saw was you.

You regained your composure, putting on a mask to hide the way your heart was crumbling inside. “Disable your earpiece. Do it now.”

“There’s no one on the comm link. I - ” Dick took a sharp glance at the gun in your hand and hesitated, before pulling the earpiece off. Should he be happy to see you? Or should he be turning you in?

You could feel his doubt, knowing he had forgotten you were telepathic. “Don’t even think about turning me in. You know why I’m here.”

Dick finally looks at you. You try not to fall victim to his eyes, but you fell quite a long time ago. Good thing he can’t read your mind.

“I know you’re reading my thoughts,” Dick said quietly. “I won’t turn you in. I wanted to see you. I didn’t just come because you asked.” His silent plea just to hug you, touch you, feel you again have not been enough. “I miss you.”

Your lip quivers, as you try not to break. But the look on his face had brought back too many memories, and your heart, your heavy heart didn’t want to listen to your brain.

Dick stepped forward toward you, with his arms out. Stepping forward, you accepted his embrace. He ignores that tears have started to silently fall down your face, knowing that if he tells you to stop crying, it will become harder for him as well. You pull away, rubbing your eyes, as you try to breathe steadily again.

Dick’s own eyes aren’t dry. “We don’t have much time, (Y/N). Please, come back.” Dick murmurs, pulling you back into his embrace.

You look at him with bright eyes, before your hopes come tumbling down once again. “I can’t, Dick. They know I’m the enemy - I was working with the Fury Clan!”

Dick sighs. “It’ll take time, but we’ll work it out like we always have. Ok? Besides, I think Wally’s kinda impressed by you.”

You nod, smiling for what seems to be the first time in months. “After all this time?”

Dick looks down at you, bringing your hand up to his cheek and whispers, “Always.”