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[twd-bee3]

"Say Thank You, Baby."

Summary: While having sex, Daryl keeps brushing off your compliments. You pick up on it and go out of your way to convince him of just how perfect you think he is.

Warnings/Tags: purely smut, 18+ mdni, insecurity, praise kink, blowjob, slightly submissive Daryl, self-doubt, established relationship, female reader (she/her), season five, no use of y/n

Word count: 879 words

A/N: This was inspired by a scene in Elsie Silver's book Heartless, where the FMC struggles with accepting compliments and the MMC works to change that. My brain immediately thought of Daryl and the glimpses of his insecurity that we see in the show. This is purely self-indulgent, and I'm obsessed with reading the way my favorite mutual @b1eedthefreak writes submissive Daryl, so I gave it a go. This was also partly written for @darylsdelts. Anyway, this is my first time writing smut, so I apologize if it is dogshit.

Inside your bedroom, the two of you were lying in your bed, and your fingers were idly grazing Daryl's arm. He was always quiet after sex, but you never minded. You had always assumed that it was because he was tired. Tonight felt different, though.

“You okay, baby? Ain't done too much or nothin'?”

Slightly surprised that you had picked up on his tension, Daryl felt a bit embarrassed, and he shrugged off your concern. His voice was a little strained, which was a dead giveaway that he was overthinking.

“Just thinkin'.”

“Well, don't be thinkin' too hard. Ain't want you to hurt your pretty little head.”

Your tone may have been teasing, but your compliments always got to him. A slight flush dusted his cheeks, and he avoided your gaze.

“Guess I'm just wonderin' when you're gonna realize that you deserve better.”

You realized that he wasn't messing around, and he was genuinely feeling insecure. He got like this sometimes, and you remedied it the only way that you knew how. You were both still worked up from moments earlier, so you had no qualms about pleasuring him.

Your hand slipped into his boxers again, and you made sure that his eyes were on you. You stroked him gently, but didn't give him exactly what he wanted. He needed to work for that.

“You're fuckin' perfect. Don't let yourself think otherwise.”

Immediately reacting to your touch, his body tensed slightly and his cock twitched against your hand. A small whimper slipped from Daryl's lips, and he leaned his head back.

“Please, baby. Don't- don't tease me.”

“Eyes on me. Let me show you how perfect I think you are.”

You kept slowly working him with your palm and made sure that you weren't helping him reach his peak just yet. You wanted him to understand that you meant every word that came from your mouth.

Daryl gritted his teeth and squirmed beneath your touch. He couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips against your hand in a desperate attempt to find some relief. He knew you wanted an answer from him, so he gave you a shaky response.

“Tell me what you want me to say and I'll do it. I'll do anythin'. Please, baby. Please give me some relief.”

“When I compliment you, you say thank you, baby. No more of this self-deprecatin' bullshit. You're so fuckin' beautiful and I need you to understand that.”

Eager to release some of his tension, he nodded quickly and did what you asked. “Thank you, baby.”

“That's a good boy. You earned this.”

With a pleased grin on your face, you slipped off his boxers and prepared to give him what he needed. You slid down the covers and settled yourself between his legs. You gently moved his hard length and pressed it against his lower abdomen. Focusing on the head, you flattened your tongue and rhythmically licked the underside of his shaft. You repeated this motion a few times before pulling back.

“Fuck, Daryl. You feel so good on my tongue. You want me to go further, ain't you? Use your words.”

“Please- please keep goin', sweetheart. Please.”

Daryl looked down at you with a pleading expression and let out another soft whine. You were going slow on purpose, and he felt like he was going to explode. He needed you.

Satisfied with his begging, you nodded and used a hand to guide him deeper into your mouth. You had taken about three-quarters of his length and left some out, so you could wrap your fingers around the remaining bit. Once you were at a comfortable depth, you started to move your head up and down. Your movements were steady, and you maintained the pace that always drove him crazy.

At this point, Daryl was a mess, and he couldn't hold back the noises escaping from his throat. He kept mewling and his eyes were screwed shut. He would absolutely lose it if he looked down at you, and he wanted this to last longer.

“Please, sweetheart. Don't- don't stop. Feels so fuckin' good.”

You wanted him to fall apart for you, and you weren't above playing dirty. You switched up the pace and pushed him further into your mouth. Your soft moans reverberated against his cock and the sounds that Daryl was making told you that you were about to get exactly what you wanted.

Daryl couldn't take it anymore, and he was on the verge of tears. He knew that he was seconds away from blowing, and there was no stopping it.

“Baby, I'm- I'm gonna come.”

“Go ahead. You've been so good for me.”

You had slipped him out just enough so that you could speak before returning to your ministrations. Within seconds, a familiar warmth spilled into your mouth, and you continued working him through his orgasm. You swallowed and released him from your grip.

Daryl's head was laid back against the pillow, and his chest was heaving. He looked completely spent, and the sight alone was nearly enough to get you off. You wanted this to be about him, though. It took a lot of fucking willpower to keep it together.

Daryl finally caught his breath and gave you a lazy smile. “Thank you, baby.”

[lush-escape]

This is Me Trying

Part 2

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

a/n: I'm realizing just how long this is going to be :') anywhoooo thank you to my sister for her help with this chapter bc I was stuck. you the best @clawdee

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Okay, hearing Damian and Dick talk about Jason feeling a rush while racing was starting to make sense. You watched Dick’s race alongside your friend. Hearing the roar of the engines, reverberating deep in your chest, was a thrill you hadn't experienced before. Watching the cars take off was a whole other experience. The wind rushing passed you, the intensity that hung thick in the air - it was all starting to make sense. You, your friend, and Tim rushed down that quarter mile stretch to meet Dick at the unofficial finish mine. Damian had stayed back with Jason in preparation for his own race.

Dick had come in second in his trans am but you would think he'd came in first place, winning that massive pot of money, with the way he picked your friend up and swung her around. There was an automatic smile on your face, unable to control yourself around Dick’s own excitement.

“What'd ya think?” Tim asks with a nudge of his elbow.

“It was… exciting.” You answer with a light laugh. “I'm starting to see the appeal.”

“Knew you'd come around. It's hard not to.” Dick laughs a bit breathlessly. His pupils are blown wide with adrenaline.

“Hey,” Tim gets the attention of the group, “Bikers are starting their race. Wanna stay down here and watch Jay win?” There's a confident smile on his face. “Or watch from the start?”

“Let's wait down here. It'll be easier for Damian to find us. And you know Jason gets all nervous when we watch him start.” Dick jokes with his brother.

Even from over a thousand feet away the loud cacophony of motorcycles was easy to hear. The sound sent a small chill down your arms causing goosebumps to raise. If watching cars race was exciting, you were sure bikes would be even better.

And you were right.

Watching Jason cross that imaginary finish line was other worldly. Despite his face being covered by his matte black helmet you could feel how focused he was as he sped by. His aura was intimidating, fierce.

Your small group huddled around him as he parked his bike and accepted his winnings - a nice stack of cash. Dick clapped his shoulder as Jason tore his helmet off and shook out his hair. You never in your life wanted to run your fingers through someone's sweaty hair as badly as you did in this moment. You barely catch the way he sizes you up again before his attention is back on his brothers.

“See,” your friend sidles up next to you with a knowing grin on her face. “I told you that you'd have fun. The after parties are even better.”

Right. The after party. Not typically your thing but you've already been surprised once tonight.

The “after party”, you find out, is being held at a random person's house. Dick tells you who the person is on the ride over but the information doesn't stick. Not that it matters much anyway. The house is massive, daunting, with a beautiful lush front yard that's currently being puked on by a random that had too much to drink.

The inside is almost as nice as the outside. At least you're pretty sure it is but it's hard to tell when every square inch is filled with drunk bodies. Already you've walked by at least three different couples making out. Yeah, you're definitely going to need a drink.

“Wow, so this is like.. a really stereotypical house party.” You joke, entering the kitchen with your friend and Dick. Every counter top is full of drinks ranging from Hawaiian Punch to tequila. Red solo cups fill every empty space.

“Oh yeah, it makes it more fun that way.” Dick jokes back as he helps your friend pour her drink. She orders him around in the sweetest of ways and he listens with hearts in his eyes.

You're almost jealous of the both of them.

You're helping yourself to a drink when you hear an almost familiar deep voice.

“Took ‘im home.”

“Thanks, Jay.” Tim sounds relieved. Right, Damian is definitely too young for a house party. “B would've had my head.”

The two pass by the kitchen in a blur. Looking over your shoulder you make eye contact with Jason. It lasts a split second, probably half of a split second. But it feels like it lasts an eternity. Something sharp shoots through you, like an electric current. You almost think Jason's eyes soften the moment he catches sight of you but then you tell yourself you're imagining things with the way he narrows his eyes and walks off with Tim. You can hear his heavy boots against the hardwood.

There's a brief moment of silence before your friend and Dick start snickering together.

“You totally have a thing for him.” Your friend calls you out. You gasp. Sputter. How dare she?

“I do not!” You defend yourself with warm cheeks. You look away and busy yourself trying to chug your drink. Not at all suspicious.

“You totally do.” Dick snorts. “Just a fair warning - Jason is only someone you go after if you're serious. He's not a one and done kinda guy.”

“I don't even know him! I'm not gonna ‘go after him’.” You roll your eyes at the two. ‘Not a one and done kinda guy…’ At least he's pretty to look at. And at least the alcohol in your system helps you relax.

And so the night continues. You get to know Dick and Tim better and they're easily becoming fast friends. You've already given Dick your “best friend seal of approval” and you make a mental note to ask your friend where she found someone like him. You excuse yourself to the restroom and when you come back your friend and Dick are gone.

“They said something about going upstairs really quick…” Tim offers you a sympathetic smile. And you can't fault your friend so you shake your head with a smile of your own.

“No worries, I'm gonna get another drink. Want anything?” You offer.

Tim shakes his head, “No, I'm good. Thanks though.”

The kitchen is empty, as are half the bottles that litter the counters. You make a small noise of disappointment before you concoct some sort of drink. Sprite, fruit punch, vodka, and what might be pink lemonade but you aren't entirely sure.

“Looks good,” you hear a voice from behind you. It's low, raspy, and unfamiliar. “This is way better though.”

You turn to see a strange guy behind you at the entrance of the kitchen. Plain in every way, someone you haven't seen all night. He's holding out a cup to you, offering whatever was inside of it.

“Oh, thanks. But I've got my own.” You hold up your own cup with a smile.

He shakes his head and his smile oozes condescending douchebag. “C'mon, this is way better. It's not even that strong. Promise.”

Ugh.

“No, seriously. I'm fine. I have my own.” Your voice is a little sharper, much less friendly. Your smile drops into a flat expression. He's standing next to you now and he reeks of cigarettes and alcohol.

“No, no, no. You're not listening. Try it. Come on.” Now his tone is sounding more serious.

‘This place was packed twenty minutes ago, where the fuck did everyone go?’ You look around for anyone you might know but your friend is upstairs with Dick and Tim is no longer sitting on the couch you left him on. Fuck.

“I said try it.” He's trying to lift the cup to your mouth now. His tone and expression are serious, he's no longer trying to be friendly. You were starting to think this type of situation only happened in movies and yet here it is, happening to you.

“Dude. Seriously, fucking back off.” Your voice leaves no room for argument but he doesn't get the hint.

His hand is on your wrist one second and the next he's on the ground.

‘What the fuck?’

You stare wide eyed at Jason who's towering over the creep with his hand curled into a tight fist. There's a mean scowl on his face as he flexed his fingers and you realize… He just punched that guy in the head.

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[khys-treasure-box]

AN: Needed this one out of my system for a while to be honest. I love Kaeya to bits and so I really needed to yap about him anyways, but I've needed this off my chest because of the literal years worth of watching certain parts of the fanbase misinterpret him to absolute death. I see far too much that boils him down to being toxic and a manwhore or otherwise flattens him down to being flirtatious and fails to acknowledge the flaws he would actually have. Getting this out makes me feel like maybe I'm clearing the air a bit. :')

By no means does that mean this post is meant to be an insult to anyone or how they write him though! Just my own addition to the pile of who knows how many stories and thoughts about him that are out there! <3

CW: I fear I don't know how to put it in any way other than Kaeya-typical angst. In this case, specifically how said angst affects his love life. (I swear guys, I will write something happier about him later. This is just what came to me first. ;-;) Reader is only ever referred to as you, so therefore they're gender neutral!

Let's just go ahead and rip the band-aid off; loving Kaeya isn't always easy.

it isn't because he's a bad lover though. For the most part, he's absolutely lovely, actually. Attentive, charming, endlessly affectionate; the list goes on. There's not so much as a single doubt that he's absolutely smitten with you and would move mountains to make you happy if he could. It's rather likely that quite a handful of people are jealous of your relationship. He is yours, and you are his. Neither of you could imagine life without each other at this point.

But that unfortunately doesn't mean that being with him comes without problems.

For as much as he loves you, it's hard not to notice after a while that he seems a bit cagey with you at times. He always finds a way out of talking about his life before being taken in by the Ragnvindrs, and even when speaking about his life with them he seems to gloss over anything that he feels sounds unpleasant. He seems to do the same when speaking about work too. Of course, to a degree that's understandable. Surely there's some of his work that's confidential seeing as he's currently second-in-command to the Acting Grand Master. He would inevitably have to leave some things out or change details around. It's just strange because you know how much he loves to tell stories, yet he doesn't tell many grand tales about his work-related adventures. Even on the rare occasions he does, the stories he chooses to tell seem almost suspiciously mundane. It all adds up at a certain point.

Despite being his lover, the one who should arguably be the closest to him, it's as if you know both everything and nothing about him at the same time. You've slept at his side dozens of times, you know what his favorite meals are down to the exact way he prefers them made, you've picked up on who knows how many little habits of his that he may not even realize he has. You share such a deep, intimate bond with him and yet you know so little about who he was before the two of you met. Gods above, he won't even speak fully openly about his life here and now. It's a struggle. A true, honest struggle. You love him, so it's natural that you want to know everything and more about him, but he just won't budge. He's like a frozen wall sometimes and it hurts.

Truth is, he's actually deeply afraid. Terrified of saying too much. Terrified of saying the wrong thing. Terrified of losing you, his everything. He skips over so many important things about himself because he fears that you would leave, and that is a thought he just can't stomach. He hates to do it, truly. He knows you're smart enough to know something is amiss and he knows that it hurts you. The guilt of having to lie to and hide so much from his beloved is enough to consume him at times, but it's a necessary evil, isn't it? It's selfish of him, of course, but he's convinced himself that this is for the best for you both.

He does try to make up for it in his own ways. For every lie he tells or truth he hides, he finds an excuse to dote on you even more than he already does. An unprompted kiss, an offer to help you with something, or, so long as he can make time for it, he'll gladly arrange an almost needlessly wonderful date. The man will go the absolute distance to make up for the mountain of words left unspoken. Anything to ease the pain in your heart; to soothe the aches he's causing you. To anyone else, these things appear like nothing more than simple, casual acts of romance, but they mean that and so much more. They are acts of both love and apology.

Don't take any of this to mean that he never considers just telling the truth though; he most certainly does. There have been so many instances where he's truly considered sitting you down on a day that he has free and telling you everything. Of course, it would likely take hours worth of spilling his guts and trying his best not to let his emotions get out of hand, but... maybe it would be worth it? Perhaps it would, even if only slightly, ease the burden he carries and bring peace to your poor heart. However, that's where the fear comes back and makes him recoil. What if you were disgusted by what you'd hear? What if you'd turn out fearful of him knowing what he was capable of? What if you'd think less of him knowing why he was even here to begin with? The doubts never fail to be almost sickening. He loves you and trusts you more than he could ever put into words. He knows you deserve the truth, but no matter how many times he tries to convince himself to tell it, he just can't bring himself to disturb the peace he has with you... but maybe one day he'll find it in himself to take that risk. Who knows? Maybe it'll be sooner than later.

In many less words, to love Kaeya is to be patient with him, to give him grace, and most importantly, understanding. Give him that, and he may just be able to find it within himself to truly bare himself to you; to let you see all the things hidden beneath the veil.

[lilacprincess7]

Fluff/angst: 4

Hi! This is my first request so I hope I'm doing it right (I'm too old for this and English isn’t my mother tongue).

I'd really like to read a Pedri/reader story where they're just friends who secretly have a crush on each other. Pedri gets jealous and he becomes rude at times, which causes them to drift apart.

Eventually he decides to talk to the reader and says something like: "Please, don't let this be the end"

And then the feelings come to the surface.

Thank you for your earlier works and have a good day!

Jealousy Jealousy

summary: what the req said

prompt: 'Please don't let this be the end'

a/n: thank u for your support and nobody is ever too old for fanfics💕

The plan for the night was to have a fun dinner with your friends in a nice restaurant to celebrate your birthday and the go to a quite bar, have a couple of drinks and go home.

That plan fell through like it was the Titanic. Count your friend Pedri as the iceberg. He was being such an asshole out of the blue. Like right now, with Joao's hand on the back of your seat while the latter whispered in your ear about a prank he wanted to pull on Gavi with Fermin's help.

Both of you could feel Pedri staring. Scratch that. This wasn't just a stare. If looks could kill Joao would be long dead by now, six feet under in a casket. You really didn't understand where this behaviour of his came from. Pedri was such a sweetheart 90% of the time that you forgot there still was a 10% where he was a bitch.

That little part came out to play mostly on the pitch and that's why you didn't experience it often first-hand. Lately though, your friend had been constantly like that. Especially around you. And you had no clue why.

The 'calm' of the moment was interrupted by your phone. Saved by the 'bell' you could say. Your mom was calling you. You excused yourself from the table to pick it up in a more quiet space.

"Guys, gimme a sec, I have to answer this real quick.." you said as you stood from your chair, Pedri's eyes made you feel a burn in the back of your neck as you walked towards the exit to take the call.

The talk with your mom went as usual. Even though she had also called in the morning for happy birthday, she wanted to make sure the celebrations so far had gone alright and that you were having fun.

While you talked to your mom, you failed to notice your crush/friend watching over you like a hawk. You only saw him when you ended the call and for a split second you thought a dark expression crossed his beautiful face.

"Your boyfriend called?" he asked, his voice not all that teasing. It had an edge to it you weren't used to.

"I don't have a boyfriend and you know it Pedri." you told him in earnest.

"Hm, that's why you flirt with Joao?" his jealousy shining through. Why was he jealous though was beyond you.

"It wasn't flirting. We were just talking. Not that it's any of your business but whatever." you replied bitterly in an idgaf tone, wanting to see his reaction.

"It's all of my fucking business. Especially when you flirt with Joao and then pick up a call from another guy. Like choose one already!" his frustration obvious.

You felt so judged in that moment. How could he think something like this about you? You weren't some kind of whore that needed the constant attention or generally a person that was seeking it, so what was he on about anyway?

"For the last time I wasn't flirting with Joao! And if you really have to know, it wasn't a guy I was talking with on the phone. If you had paid closer attention you would have realized I was talking with my mom cabron. But no, you decided that you need to snoop and investigate and then come up with invalid conclussions." you replied, getting more pissed of and sad by the minute.

You returned to the table where the rest of your friends were sat at quietly.

"Hm guys... is it okay if we don't hit the bar today? I feel kinda exhausted.." you trailed off

"Nah, it's fine. Besides better if we don't have a morning training the day after." Hector responded calmly

"We can rearrange it when we are all a bit less stressed with work and schedule problems." Gavi suggested.

"Okay, bet. I'm gonna go pay so we can leave in a bit." you informed them and did just that.

A moment later, your friend group, minus Pedri who didn't come back after your little chat, was exchanging hugs at the entrance. Everyone headed home after wishing you happy birthday one last time and you too went home.

You just got home from a get together with your friends. And guess who messed everything up. Again. None other than Pedro Gonzalez Lopez. Who decided that the only male you could talk to was him. Like literally.

The two of you fought because you were speaking with Frenkie. He thought you were flirting with Frenkie of all people. Like he wasn't just a good friend and also A MARRIED MAN. You wanted to skin Pedri alive for saying such shit. Instead, somehow, you managed to say goodbye to the rest of your friends through gritted teeth and return home, where you felt peace and quiet, without HIM suggesting you are some kind of slut.

The rage you felt was something else. And you had every right to not want to talk to him again. So you did just that. You ignored him. His calls were left unanswered. His texts were left unread. You found yourself on the edge of blocking him on multiple social media but something told you not to do it just yet. To wait in case he pulled his head out of his ass and apollogized for his mistakes.

Even if he did though, you wouldn't forgive him that easily. He had to understand that you weren't some kind of toy he could pick apart and put back together whenever he felt like it. He also needed to realize that he didn't hold any kind of claim on you, you weren't in any kind of romantic relationship for him to even feel jealous. He had no such rights!

That's how Pedri found himself outside your front door, ready to knock. You had ignored him for nearly a week and he was feeling like shit for everything he had said, as he should really.

Not long after he knocked you opened the door and saw him. He looked tired. Not physically, but emotionally. Like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, ran over by a truck, shattered like glass and put back in his chest somehow still working. Barely working.

His hair was a mess compared to his well-maintained and put together past looks with the use of gel. It was fluffy and untamed. When you lowered your gaze you saw his eyes. He didn't look at you but you could see the dark circles, the puffyness and redness on them, like he had been crying for hours just before he came here.

His outfit was random too. Gone was the thought out outfits you were used to seeing. In front of you stood a boy and not a man, barely holding on. And you were left confused. Why was he liked this? What even had happened for him to be like this?

"Can-can I come in please? I-I need to talk to you..." his voice hoarse

"Sure..." you replied as you opened the door wider for him to come inside.

The two of you sat down in the living room and he began to talk in a rushed, almost paniced tone.

"Look, I-I know I've been an asshole. I'm so sorry for all the shit I said to you throughout the past month. I really am. And I know an apology is never going to be enough to show you just how much I regret everything I said but I hope someday, you will forgive me. I understand if you don't want to even see my face right now. or ever again" he said ashe made a move towards the door, but your hand stopped him.

"You are right. An apology doesn't fix things. It barely makes them dull. Can you explain to me though what happened? Why did you act like this? What did I even do?" you asked, actually waiting for an answer

"Since I'm such a shit friend and have lost any kind of relationship with you, as it seems, I might as well just tell you the reason. I like you, that's why. That's why I was so jealous whenever you talked with another guy. That's why I got so pissed that night at the restaurant and that's why I called you out about talking with Frenkie..." he admitted

His little speech made you lose your tongue. He liked you. The friend you had had a crush on since forever acted like a bitch towards you because he had feelings for you. What kind of rom-com was this?

"So let me get this straight. Instead of talking to me about liking me, straight up like an adult, you decided to act like a teen and say shit because you couldn't deal with yourself liking me."

"Pretty-y much, yea-ah" he replied, shrinking into himself.

"What am I gonna do with you?" you asked affectionately, moving towards him calmly and hugging him. He got surprised by your reaction, your arms around him sent a shiver down his spine and you felt him sob a bit.

"Just please, don't let this be the end.." he sobbed with his head in the crook of your neck.

"There is not going to be somekind of end here love, just a beggining..." you trailed of as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Wha-at do-o you mea-an?" he asked, his breathing irregural as he raised his head to look into your eyes with his own teary ones.

"I like you too Pedri, and even though you hurt me with this whole charade I can see that it hurt you too and that you care. I want to try being with you..." you trailed off as you held his cheek with your hand, caressing his soft skin and looked into his big brown eyes.

"Rea-ally?" he asked, looking like a puppy

"Really"

He didn't reply, he just buried his head on the crook of your neck again and breathed softly while hugging you tighter. Both of you knew that you had a long way to go before you finally healed from this whole ordeal. You both vowed to help each other heal though, so everything was going to be alright. You were sure you would have a happy ending with him, and you were right..

[zaria-m4g1c]

yan!damian or duke/oblivious!reader. like they’re either best friends or dating but think that their questionable actions are just apart of their character and they care for them in spite of that which makes them fall for reader even more. there could be a plot twist that reader knew all along but was too afraid to say anything or didn’t want to lose their only friend so they pretend to be oblivious. or not whichever is up to you

I do actually really like this idea and it was hard to pick which character to do but I think I'm going to do Duke though since Damian is one of my most favorite characters in DC I might do something like some headcannons or a mini oneshot for him and an oblivious reader later.

Also I chose Duke because personally I think we need more yan!Duke outside of neglected reader x batfam stories. Anyways let's get on with the writing now!

Warnings: yandere tendencies, threats, manipulation (lmk if I should add anything else to the list and I'll add it later)

(I tried so hard to do a oneshot but writers block is a pain in the ass and I wanted to get this request done so I had to do headcannons/oneshot mixture instead.)

(Might also be a little ooc since it's my first time writing for duke and because it's yandere)

•for Duke you would be best friends first

•but then eventually after he realized that he liked you he would ask you out

•(and also after some panicking because he didn't want to lose you if you rejected him)

•though after you start dating is when he shows his more possessive side just a little bit more around you

•and even though most people found it strange of how he acted around you, you didn't really care since you thought it was normal for duke especially with how long you knew each other

•Though eventually one day you saw duke and another person in a secluded area arguing and because you were curious you decided to stay out of sight and watch

•this was when you truly found out about how Duke was towards you vs others because Duke was telling this person to stay away from you because according to duke the person got way to close

•eventually though the argument got worse and that's when you left though the next time you hung out with Duke you didn't say anything because you were afraid to lose him since you were a loner and didn't really have anyone but him and your family

•eventually though a few months later Duke finds out that you knew and asked why keep that a secret and act oblivious to his actions (not that he's complaining he's just curious)

•"because you are my only one, the only person who cared enough to go this far for me." you said in response

•and that's when Duke knew he would keep you with him for the rest of your lives... Where nobody else but him could have you.

Creator yapping area: so I know this probably wasn't exactly what was pictured when the request was made but like I said before I tried to do a oneshot but writers block is a pain in the ass plus I didn't want to take to long answering this request so this is what I had to do! Also it's my first time writing headcannons so that was certainly interesting.

Anyways that's all,so please request and talk to you all next time!

💜Have a good day/night folks!✌✨💜

[shallowseeker]

Jack's Kelly-coded sarcasm is so funny to me. Woof! (SEE: Kelly's flat statement of her life being over after having a kid: "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how this is gonna go.")

The irony, of course, is that Jack and Dean ARE simpatico here. That's the whole point. It's Sam who's actually odd man out! If only you look a BIT more closely.

Dean and Jack drowning openly in their respective griefs and confusion, while Sam has barely begun to face his own dread.

That's why Dean and Jack are so vulnerable and get picked off by the monster of the week lickety split...

(SEE:

)

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Jack worries about Mia, immediately wondering after she tells them about Buddy if he hurt her too. It's very emotionally intuitive... especially for a guy who worries he *checks notes* "Doesn't really FEEL anything."

The truth is this: Jack feels PLENTY of things. But much in the mode of Cas, he doesn't always know how to recognize, parse, or name those things. Like Cas, Jack undersells his own emotional capability.

Anyway, Mia slowly nods, opening up and in a really cool reversal, relying on Jack emotionally, at least in this moment.

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Jack wants to come with Dean to prove himself. Sure, that's a given.

But it ALSO might be that that secret simpatico is 1000% real, that it's more comfortable to be with someone who is openly hurting the same way he is.

(What Jack really maybe wants deep down is someone to SIT with his feelings with in the dark in mutual misery, not TURN those feelings into heroic action.)

ANYHOO

Sam is allergic to grief for very good reasons. *cough* Thanks Azazel and Brady and Lucifer and everyone. It's such a lovely pattern we see as far back as season 6 when he's confronted by a parent figure grieving loved ones. x (John's grief was terrifying, so... that makes sense too. It's like Sam's emotional competence completely flatlines in the shadow of it.)

But I'd wager that I ALWAYS found it interested even as far back as the Special Kids, when Sam didn't bring up Jess even in a coded way when faced with the specter of Ava Wilson "losing her fiancé." Sam is a very closed book on this topic of personal loss.

Later, I THINK Mia pings on this in Sam, too, especially this:

which we will see repeated when he's talking to John in Lebanon. It's a HUUUUUGE Same hang-up, as it turns out.

(SEE:

)

ANYHOO: SIMPATICO.

Sam has a hug freakout between this episode in the next, and I'm here for it.

SEE also Sam vs grief with it comes to Dean-losing-Cas specifically. (It triggers his fear of John's enormous, never-ending, destructive grief.)

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Despite the turbulence,

it's VERY interesting that as soon as he's done hanging out with Dean, Jack is very ready to talk, though, isn't it?

Sam is struggling with not getting to say goodbye, but Jack is struggling with not getting to say hello. :(

Neither Sam nor Jack know HOW to grieve, and I think in the end, Jack starts clinging to Dean because he starts to realize it's okay to not pretend everything's fine.

Emotional shock and numbing HAS till this point resulted in some pretty volatile powers, after all, and he's scared of that, with good reason.

It's SUCH a ball of misery OMG.

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Oh crap. Sam. Yes, I love how by the end of this little case, Dean and Jack seem more at peace with what they're feeling.

Dean entered the kitchen when he knew Jack was already in there TO try to talk to him:

Dean apologizes to Sam AND verbalizes the Cas of it all.

And Sam is having a mini-crisis because what if his hope is hopeless after all?

But that's not what KO's him emotionally. What KOs him is when Dean verbalizes the magnitude of his grief:

SO.

Sam shuts the fuck down.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Which stretches so hilariously into the next episode of classic Sam freakouts.

he's the stupidest smart person i know siiiigh

My favorite thing about Mia Vallens is how, by the end of the episode, the dude trying so hard NOT to connect and the kid who is afraid he has no "real" feelings of humanity and warmth are the ones that genuinely connect with her.

This is the face of "I was trying to help them, and they wound up helping ME instead." (Beautifully done acting BTW.)

[lynxgirlpaws]

[shepscapades]

to the anon that sent me an ask a couple of hours ago about mumbo: what a wonderful question ily. taps my forehead and points at you. very cool. very good Eye

[stevenquartzcutiepieuniverse]

this wasn't supposed to happen

[ID / Pink Diamond is cradling a young adult Steven Universe. Steven is extremely pale and visibly exhausted with his face contorted in pain, tears welling in his eyes. Pink Diamond has her lips pressed to Steven's forehead in a kiss. She is also crying and visibly upset, devastated by her being back due to Steven's gem being separated from him. / End ID]

[bloggingboutburgers]

Tbh I feel like going to the US while the Nazis are in power is suicidal. So of course I don't understand your choice of going instead of your SO coming to Europe. But while I don't understand, I wish and pray for you to be safe. Whatever you choose, I hope you guys will be okay

You might be right. I have no idea what the future has in store or if I'll come to regret it. But I've already stated my reasons. As it stands, with the year-long process we've already started and that we can't just flip on a dime overnight, my partner can't come and stay in Europe legally just like that. Legal immigration is not that easy in one way or the other. Also... Yeah, I've stated that before, but one shouldn't underestimate how shitty things have been getting in Europe for the past few years as well, and how the influence of the US (which is huge) is likely to make things worse. So again I'm not 100% sure whether that'd have been better anyway.

Also also... Ima be real, I've shared that before, but the time where I was separated from my partner due to the travel ban was the only time in my life where I had actual suicidal ideation. I don't want this to happen again. That's why I'm making moves so it doesn't, first and foremost.

[egginfroggin]

*Nervously tosses this at you* had a reverse portal au brain bnuuy. Fic should be up tomorrow or Wednesday, hopefully.

Here's some snippets.

“You know him?” “He teaches high school biology, yeah.” Wendy shrugs. “Keeps to himself, though; lives alone, never talks about family, really didn’t appreciate that one time a bunch of teens tried ding-dong-ditch at his place. Half the kids are convinced he’s some kind of mad scientist.” Dipper mumbles something an awful lot like, “Yeah, I can see that,” and Mabel frankly has to agree. Grunkle Ford does not give off the most sane impression all the time. Awful lot of muttering and scribbling and not sleeping. Maybe that’s what he’s hiding – a secret lab in some secret basement, or something! Mabel hums and flops her sleeves to her face, shooting a grin at Dipper.

“I just need ta’ explain something to her!” Gideon protests, eyelashes fluttering a mile a minute. Dipper could punch him. Almost does, actually, but Mabel gripping his arm and Grunkle Ford shifting slightly in front of him holds him back. “Honest! What happened was an accidenHEY!” And now Ford plucks Gideon up by the back of his little powder-blue jacket and drops him over the porch railing to the ground. “Off my property,” he snaps. “Now. And don’t let me catch you skulking around here again. I will throw you.” There’s an awful lot of lil’ rage coming from the nuisance child, at least three accusations of being “old” and “decrepit” and “an unspeakable miser who drops children” and Ford doesn’t bother to deign any of it with a response. The door shuts on the squeaky complaints, which then filter in through the windows, and the three of them collectively grimace when the volume increases to account for the door. “How long has he been a problem for?” Grunkle Ford asks the twins, and they shrug. “About a week,” Mabel says, the same moment Dipper says, “Two weeks.” They swear they hear him mutter, “perhaps I should set some traps,” under his breath, but he shakes his head. “Tell me if he bothers you again. If anyone bothers you, for that matter.”

Mabel is the one who finds a door that sticks, softly glowing as if hiding a flickering light, tattered and dinged and belonging to the shack. She grabs the knob and turns it, expecting either some kitchen disaster – they’ve happened before – or maybe something with her and Dipper, or maybe that disastrous first day with Waddles – and finds Blood. Normally, seeing that this isn't Ford's office in the house, she’d duck back out, but blood is a new one. She hears shallow breaths, sees the stairs up to the attic shrouded in gloom and cobwebs, and a crumpled heap of limbs at the bottom. A hand twitches, nails worn down to the quick and oozing streaks of red, and she counts – one, two, three, four, five, six fingers in the shadows before she wrenches herself back from the memory and slams the door shut. It echoes. Loudly. “Mabel?” Dipper asks behind her, and she shakes her head. “Not this one,” she quips, pale. “Nope.”

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[bewitchingbloom]

Finished season one of the Apothecary Diaries! I think it's safe to say I loved it. I really love Maomao's character and how her perception of things actually colors almost the entire story. She did such a good job demonizing Lakan that when we shifted to his POV, I was genuinely stunned by the twist (and I cried a little I'll admit.) And when we shift back to her POV, her views on her parents haven't changed, something I really appreciate. It really made the series stand out for me, I like that she is allowed to exist in her story, very flawed but also extremely loveable (to me at least lol)

Anyways...I'll probably watch Season 2 sooner rather than later, which is saying something since I tend to treat TV shows like some people do books and just never continue after a certain point lol

[thelaurenshippen]

next up in our phantom pulse intro round:

the "elusive" Bremmer, as Ash wrote he/him born July 17th, 1973 Music: Lead guitar, songwriting. Actual job: Works at the bar with Monty. Power: Sensing spirits and being sensed in return-a few strums of the right chords will have spirits rising and coming toward him.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Attire mission: Purchase premium attire to get an extended romantic story!

Me: *on Liam's route* Romantic my ass! This is a tragedy

[bleaksqueak]

While i work I've been listening to an LP of the Telltale Walking Dead Games (the ones with clementine, I do not care about the others lmao). Ages ago when I played these I was well aware/amused that part of season 2 takes place in Parker's Crossroads/Parker's Run because I grew up right next to it and the detail stood out to me. But I never caught the line of "We'll head to parker's run. It's just up the road from here" until just right now. So I had a sort of "wait, where the fuck are they supposed to be right now?" (search)

ARE YOU SHITTING ME LMAO So by process of elimination, since it's the only city with anything even remotely resembling a large home supply store, that would mean they're in my literal hometown. My tiny hometown in the middle of nowhere that's never in anything that barely anyone knows of. How in the fuck lmao