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New Year, New Deal [Morris x Farmer!GN!Reader]

[Author's note: I think I'll make it my tradition this time of year to make a reader insert fanfic. This year is New Years for all my homies just vibing tonight! May this year be better than the last!]

CW: Alcohol

Fanfic below the cut!

Huffing, you rush through the silent plaza of Pelican Town. Carrying your bag over your shoulder, you made a note of the bustling saloon as you passed it from afar. That's where all of the locals joined in celebration for the end of another year.

You were invited, as the farmer who had steadily returned the local economy back to a healthy place. But your rushing wasn't so you could make it to the festivities at your earliest time. 

It was to meet the last person anyone would assume you'd want anything to do with. A man that anyone in town would assume would be your enemy, all things considered. And while you could understand why they may believe that, you left your affinity for the man a secret.

Getting to the entrance of the JojaMart, you tug on the doors. 

Locked.

Checking your watch, you supposed you should expect that; after all, it was nearly midnight! Just a half hour to go and all would start over again, in a symbolic way, of course. 

Taking out your keychain, you fiddle with the line up before landing on the odd one out. Inserting and jerking your wrist in a hasty turn of the key, you waste no time locking the door behind you with the same reckless attitude.

Can't have anyone seeing you entering the building this late at night!

"Morris!" You holler to the vacant store.

For just a moment, you think maybe he'd gone home without giving you a call first. Then again, if that were the case, you would have crossed paths with him on his way to catch the last bus of the night.

But what you found, entering his office, was something completely beside expectations.

Hunched over his desk with his face smushed peacefully against his folded arms was Morris, passed out. Snoring softly, every rise and fall of his chest would leave his glasses teetering on the bridge of his nose. It was almost cute, in a weird way, he never looked so at peace.

It was a shame to wake him, though you knew he'd be upset if you let him sleep into the new year. Tapping his shoulder does nothing, so instead you opt to leaning over a bit more to grab his shoulder firmly and shake. "Hey, Morris..." you say, unsure of yourself. 

"Hm?" He stirs, but not nearly enough to be considered conscious again. 

Smiling softly at your small success, you speak softly. Gently. "It's almost the new year, I brought some spirits to share."

All he can say, or rather groan, in response is a huffy "herumph".

Rolling your eyes, you shrug and start unpacking your bag. Cheap hats, mini confetti cannons, and noise makers galore. Sparkling grape juice, homemade wine and spirits, and finally, some sweets to munch on in case either of you became peckish. "I guess I'll have to have all these spirits alone and to myself..." You sigh dramatically, awaiting a more lively reaction from the middle aged man.

Nothing. 

Grumbling, you quickly get fed up and bring one of the noise makers to your lips. With all your might, you blow, a horrid sound of the tiny horn sounding off in the crammed office space.

He yelps, jolting up and looking around frantically as he adjusts his spectacles. Landing his sights on you, his surprise turns to aggravation. "Really?"

"Really." You confirm bluntly. "You need to get a better sleep schedule, sir, I tried waking you up every other way!" Crossing your arms, you watch his usual teasing smirk return to his smug face.

"Oh yeah?" He challenges.

"Yes..."

"Even tried using a true love's kiss?"

Suddenly the usually chilly office ran warm and your cheeks flushed bright red. "Who are you, sleeping beauty?"

"From how you've described me in the past, I'd say so!" Morris swivels in his chair. He was always so cocky, even behind closed doors.

Jumping to your own defense, you point an accusing finger towards him. "Hey! I don't recall saying you were a sight for sore eyes!”

"You didn't have to. Your actions speak louder than words!" He stands his ground.

Flabbergasted, you sputter over a response. Who was this guy? To dare to make such outlandish accusations?

"Listen here, you tubby, snobby, little-"

"Easy, easy, you're already so wound up! I'd hate for you to waste all your energy on bickering with me."

Growling, you slam your palms on his desk and cast your shadow over him. "I would never find the most hated man of Pelican Town attractive! That would be a death sentence for my reputation!"

He sighs, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disappointedly. For a moment, you thought you'd won. "That's too bad for Pierre, now isn't it?"

Stunned, you yourself were almost too tired to snap right back at him. 

"Close your mouth, farmer, you won't catch your lunch like that in my store."

"Listen, you-"

"Language." He warns.

"Whatever... Why do I even bother with you?" You scoff, finishing setting up everything on the limited desk space before you.

"Because you fell in love with the one man they'd have you believe couldn't love."

"Yeah, sometimes I wish I'd believed them..." You say without thinking, forgetting who you were with. 

A hum of intrigue, Morris leans in with his chin resting in his palm. "Oh? And do tell, why's that?"

"Because you're so... so..." you struggle to form a cohesive reasoning that wasn't just a generic lie. 

"Because you have to hide your love for me in the dead of the night?"

"Not in the slightest..." You snarl.

"Then what? You hate how I can leave you speechless? How I manage to throw you for a loop? How I keep you on your toes and make it so much harder for you to fulfill the legacy the locals thrust onto you from day one?"

"I wouldn't say they put anything on me."

"Right..." He rolls his eyes. "And I wasn't assigned the role of the irredeemable prick from the day Joja broke ground here..."

Absent-mindedly, you open a bottle of spirits and grab a glass from the liquor cabinet Morris had hidden in the back corner of his office. "Well, you know, people will always assume one thing or another about those they don't know."

"Of course. So, tell me hero, how's that Community Center coming along?"

You remain silent, pouring your drink and another for your partner, who stands to hover over you. Nearly feeling his body heat, he leans in and smiles. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were prolonging the inevitable."

Spinning on your heel, you cut the man's advances off, pushing his glass into his hands. Storming back to your own seat, you take a sip of your homemade delicacy and relish in your craftsmanship. 

Morris follows suit, taking his throne yet again to look down at the drink you made him. "You know, it's been three years since you moved here and yet you've only fixed a couple rooms in that building."

"You've been checking my progress?"

"I'd hate to lose my favorite customer." He replies, bringing the glass to his lips. You watch as he stares longingly at the drink. "You make such wonderful liquor..."

It may have been your own tired mind playing tricks on you, but it almost seemed to be he wasn't talking from a place of personal gain. "Oh, right. Like I ever buy anything from you."

He laughs bitterly, still keeping his eyes low. "No... I suppose you don't."

"And I never will."

"Nope."

A moment of silence creeps between you two as you both tease the idea of speaking first. Still, between some sips and awkwardly avoiding eye contact, it's Morris who once again speaks up.

"I don't think you want me to leave either."

"Weird to say that since you're like a parasitic leech on this town."

Morris chuckles at your half-hearted insult. "You know I'll be leaving if you ever rally the town against me."

"I know, I don't want to..." You confess softly.

"Is that why you don't touch the one thing that would quickly unite everyone against us?"

You pause. 'Us'? The word echoes in your mind before concluding he must have meant "us" as in the company as a whole. "You already know the answer to that..."

"You know, I would take you back to the city with me." The offer feels too good to be true. And it is.

"I can't leave the farm."

"Why not? Have you done much with it? Wouldn't you rather be free from it all? I'm sure I could make it worth your while." Morris attempts to sway you with a charming tone.

Mixing it with his usual unnerving smile, it was a sour concoction only you were susceptible to. 

"I don't think you understand. I can't abandon my grandfather's farm like it's some plot of land." You stand your ground. 

He hums, swirling the drink and taking another sip of it before muttering "I see". Your stomach drops for a moment as you find yourselves at a crossroads. 

Glancing up to the clock, you find it's now a mere five minutes until midnight.

Following your gaze, he speaks up again. "I guess I'll just have to present my counter offer, then."

Finishing your glass, you feel the world begin to dance around you. "Shoot."

Putting down his glass, he interlocks his fingers and leans over the desk and you follow his lead. "I propose a challenge."

"Shoot." You say.

He takes a moment to let the anticipation linger. "If you cannot complete that Community Center within the year like you claim to want to do, you join the Joja family once again." 

This sends you reeling. "What? That's ridiculous! I already worked for Joja once-" 

"Not working, simply... corroborate." He corrects you a sly tone. He thinks he's so smart. 

"Oh, so what? You want me to marry in or something? W-What else could you mean?" Your cheeks flush and your speech hastens. 

Morris's eyes glint at your argument. "Actually, I was going to suggest you sell whatever you have left and join the JojaMart membership program. However, marrying into the business doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll take it." 

"Wha- No! I can't just- You cannot- WHAT?" Flustered, you struggle to form a coherent statement to protest his own. 

"Cold feet? Let me let you balance this wager. What could you possibly want if you do manage to finish that dilapidated eye-sore?" 

It takes you a moment to consider, but you eventually come to a solid proposal to counter his own. "If- no- when I finish the Community Center and you're inevitably driven from this town with your tail tucked between your legs, you quit your job, admit defeat, and move in with me on my farm!" 

Now it was Morris's time to blush. "My, my, you sound so sure of yourself that you could manage such a task! But I see that as only being fair considering that you joining us would mean giving up that little country bumpkin dream you have for that silly plot of land you call a farm." 

"So then, it's settled!" You rejoice, ignoring his woven insults. "By this time next year, we'll see who moves in with who." 

"Deal. Now, it seems inappropriate considering the risks at stake here to simply seal this with a casual handshake." Morris stands from his desk, circling so he stands over you. Casting out his hand, he offers to pull you to your feet. Taking the chance graciously, you stand and are immediately pulled close. So close, you could smell his cologne and feel the heat he gave off. But it was the firm and reassuring way his arm wrapped around your waist that made you unable to meet his gaze. Noticing this, he takes your chin and gently guides your attention to his enchanting crimson eyes. 

"I think it's best to seal this deal with a kiss." He says warmly, softly, tenderly. 

"Only seems appropriate." You softly concede.

With that, your lips meet and you embrace each other passionately as the clock strikes midnight. So thus began the new year, with a new deal, and a new goal in mind.

[1899-newsboy-strike]

Coworkers - Morris Delancey Imagine

Requested: A Morris Delancey x Reader where the reader starts working with him and Oscar and he falls head over heels for her. She starts becoming friends with the Newsies making him nervous that they might say bad things or thinks she may like one of them. You can make up the rest of the storyline and stuff though. Thank you!! :)

Warning: none

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Your uncle had gotten you a job through his connections, and you couldn’t have been more nervous. You’d been working with the Delanceys for a few weeks before you had started getting close to the newsies. Unlike the brothers you usually made it a habit to ask the boys how they’d been and have small conversations with them while they were in line. Morris couldn’t help but get a bit jealous and worry about you getting close to them. 

He’d already developed a crush on you and didn’t want them changing the way you saw him.It’d been a month of you working there when you walked in to a surprise. Morris had placed a hat that looked exactly like his and Oscar’s, the both of them smiling at you from ear to ear.

“Welcome to the family.” Oscar joked, reaching over to playfully hit your shoulder. 

“Yeah you look like one of us now.” Morris smiled down at you, tilting the hat on your head causing you to blush.

“Thank you guys, I appreciate it.” You explained, looking down at your feet.

That morning you’d decided to hang around the newsies sitting on the wagon and talking to most of them. It’d been the usual trashing the headline and asking them how their week had been, until the conversation seemed to be turned around to you.

“Where’d you get the hat Y/N?” Race asked once he got his papers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Morris gave it to me this morning.” You explained, the blush you had earlier reappearing on your face.

“Morris?” Albert laughed, shock evident in his voice.

“Yeah.” You explained, your eyebrows knitting together. “Why’s that so hard to believe?” You asked looking around at all of the boys who now looked at you as though you had two heads.

“The Delanceys ain’t that nice is all.” Crutchie mumbled making you look over at him. 

“What do you mean? They’re not that bad. I could see Oscar but… Morris isn’t bad.” You explained, looking around at the boys. Before anyone could say anything else Wiesel called you over. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You smiled, hopping off the wagon, making your way over to the now empty line. “Yes sir?” You asked, causing him to smile. 

“Y/N I told you, you don’t have to call me that.” Mr. Wiesel explained. “You and Morris are counting and sorting through the money today.” He explained, patting the top of the money box. 

“Yes si- Mr. Wiesel.” You nodded, grabbing the box before you walked back inside with Morris. “You wanna write it down this time? We can sort together first and then I’ll tell you what we have.” You explained making Morris smile and nod.

“Yeah that sounds great.” He said, both of you sitting on the stools next to the table. It was silent at first, both of you concentrating on making piles, but then you couldn’t help but talk.

“So, the newsies told me something today.” You explained making Morris tense up. He didn’t say anything, staying quiet until you spoke. “They said that you and Oscar aren’t the nicest. I didn’t think it’s true but… is it?” You asked looking up at him.

“I swear it ain’t really me. It’s more Oscar. Though I’m sure I don’t help.” He admitted looking down in shame.

“You know, it’s never too late to stop.” You explained, placing your hand on top of his. “You’re not a bad guy Morris.” You whispered softly, your thumb running over his knuckles. He leaned down, his lips meeting yours softly. You let out a gasp, kissing back, before the door opened.

“Woah, well hello love birds.” Oscar’s voice said, making you both jump apart. You looked down at the table, frantically sorting out all the coins. “Don’t mind me.” He laughed, jumping onto the counter grabbing one of the coins and threw it at Oscar. You both ignored him and the jokes, not even talking to each other, blushing anytime your hands accidentally brushed each other.

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A Helper (Morris x Farmsona)

Polly wanted to be happy. She wanted to laugh about the whole thing. But instead, she felt a sense of guilt wash over as she stared down at the man who used to be her supervisor.

It had been forever since she last seen Morris, their last interaction being the grand reopening of the community center where she had ruined his life once again.

The first being the incident was the one that ended him up in Pelican Town. The day Polly left her office job, she also left a very detailed note about her experience there. Not wanting to start a controversy, they had transferred him into the small town to eliminate the chance of any employees following in her footsteps. Their logic behind the decision was “He was her supervisor, clearly he had her driven to it!”. After that day, he swore he’d have nothing to do that farm girl ever again.

But there he was, on her couch.

”They fired me after the whole community center stunt. With that reputation, not a single company would hire me. I lost everything: my job, my flat, my car.. so I came back here to see if there were any cheap houses I could rent. Yoba, what do I do?”

This was the same man who looked down on her. This was the same man who threatened to send Pierre into bankruptcy. But at the moment all she could see was another victim to the system. Someone who had been screwed over by the system. Someone who had been screwed over by her.

It was all like a cool ironic twist, in a depressing sort of way. Polly had prided herself in being a good person, and yet she so carelessly allowed her to pave such a path of destruction.

“Shit man, that sucks... You can crash here if you want, until you find a place that’s right for you.” She said as she made her way into the living with a mug of coffee in each hand.

“No no, I-I couldn’t” he stammered out. It was strange, he thought. The same woman who had had it out for his since the beginning was offering something so nice. There had to be a catch.

”Why are you being so nice to me?” He tilted his head to give her a look of suspicion. Though, she was his best option at the moment. Morris didn’t have a lot of connections in the town and she was the only one he knew well enough on a personal level to run to.

“Because,” She gave his shoulder a slight squeeze as she set the mug down in front of him. “I’m a helper. I help people. It’s what I do.”

[smolbeandrabbles]

Mine Would Be You - Jack Morris x Reader (The Meg)

Authors Note: I don’t even know why. So don’t ask. I am interested in the notes this gets. Because... honestly I wrote it for me, so if it gets any... I just... Thank you! I watched this movie on a flight... Because I was like “This will be dumb fun!” and spent the first half like “IS THAT RAINN WILSON!?”  Then apparently when I was on holiday - more than one month later - my brain went “Yo! Remember Jack Morris! You should right a fic for him!” And so, I did. All my notes for this movie are literally “Look at Jack Morris - he’s such a babe” when I watched to decide where the two parts were getting cut... Soooo that should give you an indication of where this is going... Disclaimer: I own ‘her’ / ‘you’ I guess... she came from my head. Annoyingly, or I would have been spared this!!  Everything else is the movie. 

Premise: Jack Morris. Internationally renowned billionaire. Your Boyfriend. Financier of exploration on Mana One. Where you work. It’s his first visit. None of your friends know. And the reason he’s here is the first running of the Mariana trench experiment. Things can only go so wrong... Right?

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: Sex/Rough sex???/Sexual Pre-Amble (Y’know... The way I write it...)

What’s your all time high? Your good as it gets? Your hands down best ever make-up sex? What’s your guilty pleasure? Your old go to? Well, if you asked me, mine would be you… What’s your worst hangover? Your best night yet? Your 90 proof? Your Marlboro Red? The best damn thing you lucked into? That’s easy, baby, mine would be you… Mine would be you; Sun kiss shining… Back road flying… Singing like crazy fools, Making up our own words… laughing ‘til it hurts… Baby if I had to choose my best day ever, My finest hour, My wildest dream come true… Mine would be you.

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Marine research had always been your thing. The sea had called you from when you were very small. It had been the first thing you had really responded to as a baby. And there was nothing better than being near water. Every city you visited if it had an Aquarium, you better believe you were going. It was almost like you picked your travel destinations based on if they had any type of aquatic centre. You loved all marine life. But sharks, sharks you loved like nothing else. Evident by the tattoo across your right shoulder. Usually these two factors caused great pain for your boyfriend, Jack Morris. Any time he suggested a vacation and you innocently suggested some places, he would always pull out his phone to check if it had an aquarium or was costal – and sure enough! And every single time you’d be met with questions like ‘do you not see the sea enough!?’ He was usually faced with a serious ‘No.’ You’d met him at a gala, that your research company just so happened to be attending, that he had sponsored. You weren’t sure you liked him in business; a few drinks in, you’d been a little less hostile and had figured that he might actually care about the same things… He wasn’t sponsoring just to have his name plastered nearly everywhere. So when he had proposed financing a research centre underwater, you wondered if he was first crazy. And second if it had had anything to do with you. You hadn’t actually run that past him because you liked to believe it was all his own idea… He’d built it, he’d financed the research and then he’d asked your company, Zhang Oceanic, to move in. Pretending like it wasn’t your influence, despite the fact you were also asked to work there. Like he hadn’t prompted them to ask you… You felt you owed him, he’d never asked to collect a debt. He just wanted to make you happy. And you were. You weren’t sure he’d thought so much about the consequences; and he hadn’t yet really visited. Every time you got a break, he’d fly you to a landlocked area for a couple of days to ground you back on Earth. Because he knew that eventually you’d be pining to go back to the sea. So, like the good man he was, he took you back to the sea. But no further out than the beach. He was his own type of adventurer; sure, he was a billionaire and he’d show it off. But he was never seen in a suit or behind a desk. It was another thing you liked; he’d rather chill with you, go to a tiny bar downtown or take you on a few days hike somewhere than show you off at an event or at some fancy restaurant. Today however, was a little different. Today he was coming to the facility for the first time. You were in nervous anticipation of this. Because although the bunch of friends that worked there KNEW you had a boyfriend, and had seen a ton of pictures of him, you never talked about him as if he was who he was. In fact, you weren’t sure that when you said his name, they even registered him as their benefactor. Obviously Zhang knew, but he never voiced it. You weren’t sure you liked that either, as you wanted to be here by merit. Not just because Jack was running the entire operation.

He spent half the day pretending you didn’t exist. In a professional sort of manner… Which was both confusing and helpful – though as he was introduced to the team they nearly all turned to you, dying to be the first one to voice the question. Zhang essentially swore them to silence; but also kept Jack away from you. Which you were sure added to the fact he was basically ignoring you. He made a point of asking everyone but you questions and for their opinions. Which also kinda made it obvious that that was what he was doing, so also left the team looking at you quizzically. Especially as he would barely accept handshakes as greetings; Jack was all about hugs. Jack was just all about physical contact; he liked being friendly. He was like a social butterfly and he absolutely had to be involved in everything – that’s why he was always taking you on random adventures where he could soak himself in local culture. Which is likely why he was financing this here and not elsewhere in the world. Though, he had a ways to go learning Chinese, you remembered… Still, him acting like all these people were his new best friends and leaving you in your own bubble made the whole thing look obvious. And even the main group of friends you had made were not the only ones with questions about his behaviour… You’d just have to live with it, for the time being.

It wasn’t until lunch time that any of them actually decided to come over and ask. Or, at least stand at one end of the canteen attempting to push each other over. Jaxx got the short end of the straw; apparently. Everyone was tense and it was making emotions run high. Until Jonas arrived to help you all out; three of your best were trapped on the ocean floor. You got it; but you didn’t see why that meant they would have to take their frustrations out on you. Probably because they weren’t about to ask questions of billionaire financier Jack Morris. “So, he’s the actual Jack Morris?” You swallowed your bite; “Yes.” “Why didn’t you say anything.” “I did – you guys never asked if it was the actual Jack Morris so…” You gave a shrug “That’s on you.” Though defensive, in the back of your mind you felt like you probably shouldn’t be speaking to your best friend in the entire station like this… “Any particular reason he’s acting like you aren’t even here?” “Yeah…” You pointed your spoon to the group watching you both “…Ya’ll judging his girlfriend for working on this station whilst he finances the project.” “Would you be here without him?” You laughed; hadn’t she just proved you right? “Yeah. I’d hope so…” You stood “Would that even matter. It’s clearly all you’re gonna talk about now…” You replaced your canteen tray and exited the canteen at the same time Jack was walking in. There was a visible two second stand-off of very little words before you continued your walk past him. You definitely didn’t need this today.

* You headed back to your room and spent, or tried to spend, the next few hours working or something – anything – that might be helpful or at least sound like it might be helpful whilst you waited on finding Jonas again, and the hope that he might actually come back. It wasn’t really working out for you though.  Probably because you were not that hot on anything techy or electrical. On your fourth failed attempt to get anything useful to happen you threw your pen down and groaned, head in your hands; pushing the heels into your eyes until you saw stars for some kind of relief. There was a knock at your door, just what you needed “Who is it?” You were met with radio silence. “Guys. Seriously…” You listened, but still nothing. The shadows breaking the light under your door at least let you know someone was still there. You sighed, definitely not in the mood. “What the F*** do you WAN-” You didn’t get through your sentence as you opened your door. Jack pushed you back with a kiss. Kicking your door shut behind him, he soon had your back pressed up against your wardrobe. And you were kinda furious but also kinda didn’t care. He’d spent all day blatantly ignoring you and thought he could just walk in and do this?! Problem was he just kissed so good… You let him pin your arms back and offered very little resistance to him whilst you got caught up in your first make-out in months of being on this station without him here… Then you remembered he’d been pretending you didn’t exist and got pissed again; pushing him back. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing!?” He didn’t really answer, just gave a look that blatantly said YOU. Which you also clearly didn’t mind by the way he crashed his lips back on yours and lifted you up onto your desk. This scattered papers; which you’d also like to be complaining about, only they were turning out to be fairly useless anyway. You wound your legs around his and your arms around his neck groaning into the hot and heavy kisses he was affording you. Reaching between the two of you he undid your belt buckle and began to slide your jeans down your legs. Not easy given the position he had you in but you weren’t exactly in the mood to help him. Instead much more focused on relieving him of his shirt – and the ball cap he was apparently now insisting on wearing indoors. That found a new home in the far corner of your room; allowing you to run your hands through his hair to mess it up on purpose. He didn’t really like that, growling against your next kiss your shirt soon found a home with it; and after the initial resistance your jeans followed. He pushed you back again so you hit the wall; trailing his rough kisses over your neck and shoulders, you could tell he was determined to leave marks. So, apparently it wasn’t enough for them to just know it was the ‘actual Jack Morris’… now your colleges also had to see it was the ‘actual Jack Morris’?? Still, you were too ready for that sensory overload; grinding your hips impatiently into his you let out a needy sigh. Oh, what months off dry land would do to you. Texting and fantasising had nothing on this. Also, he damn well knew it. He didn’t fly you out to wherever he was on a fully catered private jet for nothing. He hushed you; with just a hint of a smirk. And that only pissed you off even more because you knew that meant he would make you wait. “Now, Now Baby… Calm down…” It was over quickly. Too quickly. Fast and dirty it left you almost drenched in sweat but it was SO worth it. If you had one complaint about your man; it would be Jack had a long recovery time. You were already sitting up on your bed with a vest top and underwear on, staring at the clock and trying to think more about your missing friends that the intense pleasure trip you had just been on… Jack was still breathing heavily as he propped himself up; studying your back as you appeared deep in thought. Specifically, your tattoo. The blue shark – and boy had you corrected him on that one enough times – swimming across your right shoulder blade. He didn’t know a whole lot about marine life; Sharks and Rays especially (your favourites.) other than from what he would learn from time to time on the National Geographic. Then when you happened along Jack Morris started spending a lot of time playing catch up on everything you would always talk about. Now he knew far more about it than he would probably like to. But it had led him here – so, he had no complaints. He sat up; tracing his index finger across the image; “…I can only imagine your reaction to coming face to face with one of these…” You instantly laughed; “They aren’t that big; heck. Most sharks aren’t even dangerous. Maybe for something like a Great White you’d want to be cage diving but everything else…” You gave a shrug “Uh, yeah! Let me at ‘em.” “So much rather you than me…” He kissed your shoulder much gentler this time; although – judging by the colour your skin was turning at points, a little too late. “…All that money and diving with sharks is not on the list?” You shook your head “You’re financing the wrong profession Mr.Morris…” “Well, that’s so you can live your dreams…” He wound his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “…So long as nothing happens, anyway…” You raised an eyebrow to him, your smile borderline sarcastic; “No shark is gonna eat me.” Then you titled your head “Unless I do something incredibly dumb. Did your beloved National Geographic not teach you that?” Your next smile was teasing “If it didn’t you probably did…” He leant in for another kiss but you pulled away; “OH! So you didn’t listen!?” He was about to protest but you stopped him “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?!” He opened his mouth, then decided against it because right now you were still smiling. “Yeah, okay… I didn’t listen… I’m sorry…” He sighed “Another more money than sense scenario?” Sometimes you believed that; sometimes you thought Jack could be as down to Earth as everyone else… Even more so, at times. “Hmmm… Maybe…” You kissed his cheek at the thoughtful look on his face. Allowing him to turn and kiss you again – before the intercom chimed in your cabin. Alerting you to something urgent you’d have to deal with back in Ops. “Ignore it…” He whispered against your lips – attempting to restart what he’d just finished. “Jack I-” “I’m financing this… ignore it…” He attempted to push you back; but the chime went off again. “No--! No! I’m working, don’t do this!” You were talking to yourself rather than him; wriggling from his grasp you wandered across the room decisively to gather the rest of your clothes. He groaned watching you walk away from him; but it was clear he was trying to vocalise it beyond what it really was. You turned back to look at his face; pouty and hurt that you would just leave him in bed like this “Grow up Jack. I’ll be back soon.” You added a wink and then a wiggle to your step. Which didn’t help him none. You pulled yourself back into your jeans, hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a jacket, because you could tell by just a look in the mirror he’d left marks all over you, and you were about to look enough of a mess as it was. You picked his hat up from the floor; “Can I wear this.” “No!” You gave a shrug and put it on; “Not that you can do anything about it!” You opened your door with a grin “Later Jack!” You shut your door just slow enough to catch “DON’T I EVEN GET AN I LOVE YOU!?” You chuckled to yourself as you walked away; “Nope!” It was the one thing you’d never told him. It was the only thing he’d ever wanted to hear.

* You had the quickest in-and-out shower in the crew bathroom, making sure to tell the bridge you’d be up in 5 minutes. Before redressing for a third time and jogging all the way up as fast as you could. “Sorry. Yeah, shoot. What’s up!?” you sat at your station, laptop running and pen in hand in record time. “We just were going to have a meeting about any ideas anyone had. The next phase of the plan.” “OH. Sure…” You leant back, “I’ve had a few thoughts… Maybe none of them that useful so I apologise in advance…” “Actually…” Jaxx piped up from her own duty station and swivelled to face you “I feel like we owe you an apology…” “…Huh?” You decided it was best not to hold some kind of grudge when you had to work together. You shook your head “Don’t worry about it. I get it…” You folded your arms and focused back on Suyin. “We can’t wait around for them to come back forever.” “Agreed.” You weren’t sure you liked everyone’s reaction to what you had just said. “Well she’s right!” “Thank you. I’m going!” “Wait – what?!” Jaxx turned back to you to explain; “They’re leaking oxygen.” You leapt up to study the screen as Jack waltzed in, intent on finding out what had the audacity to drag you away from him; “OH – that’s just not good!” “So someone should go, right?” You held your hands up, not wanting to take any blame especially as you already appeared to be on shaky ground. “I thought the idea was to try to save people dying on the ocean floor?” Affording yourself to finally look across to him as he kept talking; his hair was wet. Clearly he’d decided he could take time with his own shower… As long as if didn’t look like you might have showered together. Suyin nodded; her decision was long made up though “I’ll take one of the gliders, grab the Origin and tow her up.” Jaxx tried to reel the situation back; “Wait! If one of the Origin’s ballast tanks blows, you’re gonna die too!” She was already half way out the door though; “We have to try.” Jaxx turned to you, with a sigh “Thought you’d be on my side here!” You burst out laughing “THAT’S why you called me up here!?” “Yeeees.” “Alright. Fine…!” You nudged her with a wink “Call it payback!” At least she laughed.

  You crossed back to Jack and the look on his face; “Let me guess. You’re currently calculating how many millions is either broken or now going to get broken.” “Well it’s not particularly good. Is it… It’s around-” “Oh stop!” you nudged him “You’ve blow money on more ridiculous ideas than this!” “They’re YOUR ridiculous ideas.” “HUH-!” You smacked his arm; “You take a look at those photographs and tell me how many of those were MINE!” Jaxx and DJ were starting at you both and then looked to each other and just cracked up, making you both turn; “What?!” “Will you two get a ROOM!!!” Jack smirked; taking your hand in his, with the objective of pulling you right back to yours “Well we had one before you guys pulled her up here.” Both their eyes widened making you turn to him in shock; “JACK!!!”

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I don’t know if this will be 2 or 3 parts. I’m thinking I’m still good with 2...

And so I present to you my version of Jack Morris: Bundle of energy like an excited puppy who just wants to be LOVED, but is really aggressive sexually... And has ended up being the embodiment of Philip Grey extreme artist. In fact. Now I know exactly WHY I started writing this. 

Gif Credit: @crucifiix

[imaginesofstardewvalley]

Comfort (MorrisXFarmer)

Just before I start this one I just want to say thank you, for being patient. I have just finished some very important exams and now have the summer to get back to this blog. This blog has 562 followers which to me is actually insane and I appreciate that so much.

This is also my 100th post so I should probably make a good one, anyways.

This was requested by an anonymous user, so enjoy!

I smiled at my hard work and dedication with pride; Lewis looks like he’s about to breakdown into tears at any given moment, the children played with the toys oblivious to the significance of today and the building was bustling with activity. Lewis rested a hand on my shoulder and a big grin painted on his face, which made his wrinkles stand out even more, he told me “thank you, this means so much to me. I don’t know how you did all of this” he took a moment and spun as he looked around at every feature and person “but you did. Ever since you’ve come here good things have happened, your grandpa would be proud” the mention of my grandpa made me a little emotional, it always did because I was so close to him. All I could manage was a slight nod and a mumbled “thank you” 

Pierre stood next to me and sighed, as if he wanted to say something but he stopped himself, being close to Pierre I notice these things. Defeated by curiosity I asked

“what do you want to say?” 

I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t say something related to Joja mart. Pierre said “well, I do appreciate that Morris apologized to me, so I don’t want to seem rude. However, I’m glad Joja didn’t take over this building for storage” I was reminded of the time of when I convinced Morris to apologize to Pierre, he was too proud and embarrassed to even step inside his shop, it did pay of when I saw them shake hands ever since Morris has had a slight hate towards Joja company. I told Pierre “you don’t look rude, Morris doesn’t really like Joja anyway” Pierre raised an eyebrow “he doesn’t?” I shook my head “yeah he wants to quit and everything, ever since he said sorry to you” with this information he nodded slightly, he seemed a little shocked and stood back before asking “you going to talk to him?” “yeah, after this little celebration”

“whats stopping you?” 

I looked away from Pierre to the direction from where the voice came from, to find Shane standing there. “whats stopping me?” He nodded. What does he even mean? Shane sighed probably at the fact that he has to even talk to me further “the man likes you, like a whole bunch” I stayed silent, still confused. He likes me? Even if he did, how would Shane know that? I turned to Pierre but he only shrugged in response. Shane explained “his mood and posture changes whenever your around, I’ve never seen someone go from 0 to 60 just like that” I nodded, it’s something I never really noticed but if Shane did and is telling me (and he never talks to me), there has to be some significance, right?

I nodded at Shane “thanks for telling me” before heading straight to the door, and closing it behind me, Lewis won’t be mad if I leave early. As I stepped out I nearly bumped into someone “sorry!” i said in blind panic, I looked up to see the other person was Morris. “oh I was just on my way to see you” he smiled “well here I am, met you in the middle” I raised an eyebrow and looked back at the community center “well it’s not exactly in the middle, I just took a step outside the building and nearly collided into you” Morris shrugged and laughed a little “well I don’t know why you’re complaining you didn’t have to move far” I always act like a school girl when I’m around him and this was one of those moments. I giggled a little “true. True” I tilted my head slightly and asked him the question that was the reason I was going to see him for “so how you feeling?” 

He looked at the newly improved and pristine building and sighed. “Definitely weird. But that’s all behind me, since I’ve quit now” my eyes widened, nearly shouting I asked “you quit!?” He nodded “Joja is truly an evil corporation and you enlightened me. Not only just with you experience with them but just talking to you and hanging out” he paused and smiled at me “I’m still glad you forced me to apologize to Pierre” I laughed “oh? I forced you?” He nodded “of course, I wouldn’t of otherwise” he laughed along with me but I could tell there was a hint of sadness. “are you truly ok?” He swallowed “I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little sad. I worked there for ten years, you know?” I nodded, I know he wasn’t completely okay with it all, so I offered “want to come back to the farm for a bit?” 

He smiled at the idea “yes please” he looked up “actually it’s weird. I haven’t visited your farm” I smiled with a false pride “well there’s a first time for everything” my farms state wasn’t in the best condition, autumn started just yesterday so lone twigs and stones covered the soil along with worms popping up from the ground. I’m willing to let it pass if it makes Morris happy. “just a warning though. The farm is kinda messy” Morris laughed “I’m not judging your farm, it’s fine” 

We walked together in silence, enjoying the scenery. The leaves are now changing colour ever so slightly and chilly breezes passed throughout the town, filling the townspeople with that excitement for Spirit’s Eve. Its weirdly enjoyable walking in silence with Morris, the slow burner of liking him is probably helping that. He’s much different than what you would think he’s like, and actually quite funny and nice company. 

Shortly we arrived at the farm and my house. Morris took the scene and looked around “a lot of space, would be nice to have a family here” odd but ok. I never thought having a family was on his mind, he’s always talking about how old he is. I shrugged “I guess” his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened, he’s clearly shocked. Was I not supposed to hear that? His face calmed and he said “sorry was just talking aloud” he looked around once again “thank you for doing this by the way” why is he thanking me? “you don’t have to thank me” there was a moment of silence before he embraced me in a tight bear hug. He whispered “i do” 

[maxwell-mtv]

Into the Mines Part 1 [Morris x Farmer!G/N!Reader]

[Heyo, so I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now. It may not be the best, but I figured this could be my little late night writing project as work seems to take up more of my time recently. I hope you all enjoy, this is only part 1 of who knows how many more. Sorry it's not headcanons, I'll try and share those tomorrow instead.]

SPOILER WARNING: None yet...?

“(Y/N), just hear me out-” The man trailed closely behind you as you collected your supplies for the trip.

“No, Morris, for the millionth time I won’t let you go with me into the mines.” You call behind you, effectively cutting the man’s protests short. 

It was the first day since being married where Marlon had informed you of yet another infestation in the mines. At the crack of dawn, you got packing, blessed by Yoba to have an easy, hands-off day on the farm since you had no crops to harvest and no soil to water. Only issue was your husband who had never had the opportunity to truly see what all goes into preparing to go into the mines. 

The well suited man anxiously rests a hand on one of the dining set’s chairs. As he watches you load several snacks and meals into your bag, he feels his stomach churn. He’s never felt this nervous for someone other than himself before. It was, to him, like you were happily marching into the hands of death itself. 

He takes a shaky breath, looking at the floor as his mind races for more arguments. At the very least he hopes to slow you down so you lose more time. “Please, tell me why you have to go down there! It’s unregulated, you don’t know what mold may be down there, let alone the rumors of savage animals inhabiting the caverns!” 

As you zip up your bag, you turn to glare up at your husband, frustration getting the best of you. “Morris, you wouldn’t understand. Now if you would please stop fussing, I’m a grown adult and can handle myself, thank you very much!” 

Your words seem to shut the man down. Morris’s wide look of shock and shame quickly makes you reconsider your defensiveness. After all, he only wanted you safe. Setting your bag down, you go over to him.

As you reach for his hands, he pulls away and crosses his arms like a petulant child.

“Morris, I’m sorry… I know you care but it’s just…” you struggle to explain the real reason you so often are inclined to enter the mines. 

“No, no, you’re right. You’ve been going to those mines since before you and I even became friends so it’s understandable why you’re upset. If you really feel the need to do this, I don’t understand it but I’ll have to just accept it.” The Joja fat cat shakes his head, avoiding your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s trying to purposely guilt you, or legitimately act out his reluctance to let you do as you wish.

Sighing, you put your hand on his shoulder. “Morris, listen, you wouldn’t understand but… it’s just something I need to do…”

Morris stays silent for a moment, looking down before letting his arms down and turning his focus back onto you. “Why won’t I understand? What is so complicated about going deep into an ancient system of crumbling caves? What is down there that I cannot buy for you myself?”

His words rang true from his perspective. Although it wasn’t something you would ever consider foremost, you’d quickly grown to accept Morris’s way of thinking. Anything you may have desired, he would get you, no question as to why. New television? What size did you need? Ores for a project? How many did you want? It was never a question of how much it would cost for him, merely the specifics of what would be the best to get for you. 

You sigh heavily, your gaze trailing to the coat rack by the front door. A yellow hard hat seemed to catch your eye as you tried to think of a fair reasoning that would calm his nerves. “I-” You struggled to form a coherent thought. “I… I can’t… I…” You swallow, unable to say anything that would surely satisfy the man’s curiosity. 

With every moment you left your mouth agape, Morris’s brows raised in anticipation. “Anything?” He urges you in a soft tone.

Finally conceding, you hang your head. “No…”

Morris shifts his position as he grabs your chin, gently guiding your eyes up to his. “(Y/N), I know you’re trying to hide something from me. Just please, tell me the truth. Denying me that will only make me worry more.”

Sighing heavily in defeat, you nod. “I’ve been called by the Adventurer’s Guild to help defend the town once again.”

“What?!” You jump at Morris’s outburst. “You can’t be serious! Wait, what does that even mean?”

You take a brief moment to collect yourself from your husband’s exasperation. “The savage animals are technically real, it just isn't necessarily fair to categorize them as animals.”

A moment passes of you explaining the basics of monsters and evil creatures to Morris. He seems skeptical at first, but who can blame him? He’s never known such magical things to be real. As the clock strikes 7, you begin to wrap up your explanation. 

“So, yes, that’s what those markings actually were when I came home and told you that they were burns from helping Clint out at his shop.” You conclude.

“I don’t know what to say, (Y/N)...” Morris takes off his glasses, looking betrayed by the revelation. He wipes his free hand over his scowling face and moves to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry I never told you sooner. I wasn’t sure if you’d even believe me.” You shrug, hoping for the best as you’re slowly losing precious time. “I need to go, though, Morris. If anything happens to this town when I’m on watch, I would never forgive myself.” 

Standing up, you strap your best sword around your hip, and swing your bag onto your shoulders. Once at the door, you look back at your husband before opening it to leave. “I love you.” You call out to him.

Nothing. 

You sigh, stepping out the door and closing it with care. Hopping off your porch and onto the dirt path, you begin making your way towards the bus stop. “I suppose I can make back some lost time with the mine carts…” You think out loud, shivering at the idea of using the old, shaky machinery.

The walk to the trail felt lonelier than normal. It was as though the grief of having betrayed your husband’s trust wore on your determination. 

You slouched over the mine cart, carefully loading everything and making sure you didn’t leave anything behind. 

“Wait!” A loud, commanding tone made you freeze in place. A wave of fear washed over you before you cared to look behind you to see where that voice came from. 

Turning around you watch as your husband, red faced and out of breath, comes trudging over to you. You can’t help but giggle at the funny sight. “Did you… run here? With all that on?”

“Yeah…” He responded, stopping before you, still catching his breath.

[Right, sorry for the cliff hanger, I do have to get some sleep though. I'd hate to magically pass out at 2 am like I always do lol... Anywho's, let me know if you catch any mistakes or just have any ideas. I am writing this at midnight so I'm bound to make some mistakes... With that being said, thank you all for reading and I hope your day/night is the best it can be!]

[maxwell-mtv]

I'm drunk, tired, and ready to produce content. Take some Morris x [G/N]Shoplifter!Reader HCs because fuck capitalism

Morris didn't think he'd ever see the day in a small, supportive town like Pelican Town where he'd need to deal with a shoplifter

Of course occasionally Sam would swipe some small things here or there, but whether or not he realized Morris would always take it out of the man's paycheck

So when he saw the new farmer from down the way hastily looking around while shoving canned sludge into their backpack, he was a little alarmed

"Can't they just eat the crops they're growing? Or go fishing? Heck, there's even random food they could forage for themselves."

For whatever reason, though, there you were, on CCTV, stealing from a poor, helpless multi-million corporation

Morris's initial reaction was to confront you and kick you out

But then he took a moment

First and foremost, Joja protocol strictly stated that a manager could only take action after the thief surpassed a certain amount of cash value for the items stolen

Secondly, Morris took pause at the oddity of the situation

Why was the farmer doing this???

Staging himself at the exits, he eagerly stopped the farmer as they were leaving, seemingly empty-handed

"Ah, (Y/N), right? Did you find everything you were looking for today?" He says with his best customer-service smile

"Uh, yeah, just need to go home and check on things before I come back and-"

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? You're looking a little flush in the face..." Morris cuts you off, intending to make you squirm, only to realize you really did look rather feverish

"Oh, um, sorta, I just haven't been feeling the best. I guess I've exhausted myself in the fields, it takes a lot of work and time to grow good-quality crops, you know?" You anxiously eyed the door.

"I see..." Morris straightens his posture before clearing his throat. "Well, you know if you ever need any cold supplies or medication Joja is always the superior brand!"

"Thanks, Morris, but I don't exactly have the best budget for that sort of stuff, I can barely afford... uh nevermind, I should get going. I'm sure you're a busy man and I need to go home." You continue to eye the exits, shifting your feet so you continue towards them.

"I see, well, have a Joja-tastic day, (Y/N), and remember, at Joja we care..." Morris says a stock phrase pushed onto him by corporate. Watching you leave, his brows furrow in conflicted thought.

Running home, you manage to stash away your loot before collapsing on the floor of your home.

Waking sometime later to the sound of a strict knocking at your door, you rise from the splintered floorboards. Feeling groggy and gross

Hesitating, you approach the door and crack it open, only to see no one but a single gift basket, plastic wrapped and slathered with branding

Picking it up, you see the many soup cans and medical supplies inside, even including a blanket and reusable ice-pack. All of which, are Joja brand, of course. Plucking the strange card sloppily taped to the top, you read what looks to be someone's attempt at some neat hand writing...

"Dear Pelican Town Resident,

The health of all of our communities is very important to us. That is why we are gifting wellness baskets to every one of our local residents. Please enjoy these complimentary supplies, as provided by Joja Corp.

Signed,

Morris, Joja Customer Satisfaction Representative"

As you closed the door, Morris finally broke his silence to catch his breath against the side of your tiny house

Making sure to peek that you'd actually grabbed the basket, he snuck his way back to Joja Mart, just in time for closing

[1899-newsboy-strike]

Bullies - Morris Delancey Headcanon

Requested: Modern time (if that's okay) and African American! Shy!Reader... Morris is noticing kids in your grade is bullying you because of the color of your skin and how quiet you were...that All I got,let you mind go from there💙

Warnings: bullying

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You never really spoke to anyone at school

But that didn’t mean that people never noticed you

You knew it was true for the girls that had always picked on you

They made sure to torment you everyday

You had been the only African American student at your school

You never stood up for yourself

You didn’t know how

Morris saw it everyday

He’d almost been waiting for you to say something back

It hadn’t been until he saw you sitting by yourself and crying one day after school that he’d realized you never really had stuck up for yourself

He’d sat down next to you and started to talk

You hadn’t responded at first

Wiping your eyes of your tears until he’d said it was okay to cry

Morris hadn’t expected the meek little voice that had come out of you once you’d finally started talking

You both started hanging out everyday after that

Both of you getting closer and closer by the day

You hadn’t asked him to, but he stood up to those girls for you

It wasn’t long until you started dating

You didn’t want anyone knowing at first

You’d been worried about things people would say

Especially if people started to say things to Morris

You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you’d been the reason he was being treated poorly too

It hadn’t been as bad as you expected

There were a few comments from people

But over all everyone had left you both alone when they’d finally gotten to know you

And that’s all you had wanted ever since you’d started going to school there

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