#he does NOT need to be doing all that😭😭😭😭
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mandalhoerian · 1 day ago
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Xavier seems like the type of guy who doesn't like his person using toys or vibes because they're not *him*
Gets pouty and jealous if they're even mentioned.
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You are so big brain, anon. It's so in character of him 😭🙏 is it healthy? no. his partner is allowed private time on their own, they don't owe him their pleasure.
But for the sake of fanfiction, picture this:
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You mention, offhandedly, that you bought a toy. Just a passing remark, not even thinking about it. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you wanted to tease him. But Xavier, sitting across from you, rapid-blinks like he always does when you catch him off-guard before his face turns blank. Not cold, not angry. Just… blank.
Then he hums, a little soft sound in the back of his throat, like he's contemplating something so profound it has to be philosophical, or science-related.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you need that when you have me?"
No change in tone, no outward display of irritation — just that completely neutral, sky-blue stare and a perfectly level, soft voice that somehow makes it worse. Like he's genuinely baffled by the concept of you needing anything else. You're utterly unprepared for this talk and don't even think about having it in the first place, so your go-to response is laughing. And when you do, he doesn't let it go. Oh no, Xavier is the king of petty jealousy masked as cold indifference.
The toy starts to go missing.
At first, you think it's a coincidence. A case of forgetfulness. You’re sure you left it in the drawer, right where it always is (since Xavier feels a disturbance in the Force whenever you so much as breathe in its direction and things escalate each time), but when you reach for it — gone.
You tear through your bedside table, lifting books, checking between the sheets, even peeking under the bed, but there’s nothing. Maybe you misplaced it and don't even remember? It was collecting dust, after all. Maybe it fell behind something? But a full sweep of the room turns up nothing, and you’re left standing there, confused, mildly annoyed, and a little suspicious.
It happens again. And again.
Every time you try to find it, it's missing. And yet, mysteriously, whenever you’ve resigned yourself to its absence, it reappears — tucked into your pillowcase, resting perfectly in the middle of the bed as if placed there on purpose, or sitting in the drawer exactly where you swore you had checked before.
It’s eerie. Almost calculated.
And then, one evening, you try again to confirm. You check the drawer. Empty. You inhale sharply, patience hanging by a thread.
“Xavier.”
Silence. But you know he’s home.
You walk into the living room, arms crossed, and there he is, lounging against the couch, book in hand, looking up at you with that barely-there expression of vague curiosity. A little too casual. A little too composed.
You narrow your eyes. “Where is it?”
He blinks once, slow. “Where is what?”
You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch.
“You know what.” You plant a hand on your hip, glaring. “My toy keeps going missing.”
Xavier hums, like he's actually thinking about it. “That does sound inconvenient.”
The audacity.
You march over, leaning down to snatch the book from his hands, but before you can, he moves — fast —catching your wrist and pulling you down until you’re practically in his lap, his other hand resting warm and steady against your thigh.
“I suppose,” he muses, tilting his head, voice as light as ever, “you should take better care of your things.”
Your eyes flick fast between his, and you recognize that look. That feather-light amusement. That quiet, infuriating smugness.
“You took it,” you accuse.
“I don’t know what you mean.” He’s still holding you, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your wrist. “But if you’re missing something… maybe I can offer a replacement.”
His grip tightens deliberately. Just enough to make his point. Just enough to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
And that he isn’t giving it back.
You glare at him, lips parted in an incredulous little gasp. “You—”
But he’s already tilting his head, studying you like you’re some puzzle he’s been waiting to take apart, layers peeling away with each breath. His fingers trace absent patterns along your thigh, as if he’s just idly thinking, and not actively playing with you instead of talking to you about it.
“You seem upset,” he comments, though it lacks any genuine concern. It’s all amusement, low and smooth.
“I am upset,” you shoot back, shifting in his hold, but he doesn’t let go, and worse — his grip tightens. Just enough to remind you that he’s stronger and is keeping you there for a reason. Does he want to have a conversation or else? Probably the latter. Even when he moves slow, there’s no escaping him. “Give it back, Xavier.”
He hums, running a thumb over the inside of your wrist. “What if I don’t?”
You inhale sharply, frustration bubbling over. “Then I’ll buy another one.”
His grip falters.
It’s subtle, but you feel it. A minute shift, his fingers pressing just a little tighter before his whole demeanor changes. You can see the realization flicker like a lightbulb.
He leans in — close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.
“That,” he whisper-says, reverent, “would be a waste.”
Your stomach does something weird at the way he says it. Low, almost contemplative, like he’s already made a decision and you’re just catching up.
You blink. “A waste?”
Xavier tilts his head, and then — finally — gives the tiniest of innocent grins. It’s the first real expression he’s given you since this whole thing started, slow and sharp-edged, something just a little too pleased with itself.
“Show me.”
You can visualize the silence that follows being captured by an imaginary camera from multiple angles for comedic effect.
For a moment, you’re convinced you’ve misheard him. But no, he’s watching you, waiting, eyes gleaming with something new. Something curious. The amusement is still there, but now it’s layered with something deeper. A slow-building, simmering interest.
“What?” you breathe, blinking up at him.
“Show me,” he repeats, completely unaffected. Ears beginning to gather color. “Let me use it.”
A rush of heat floods through you so fast it nearly knocks you off balance. This is new territory.
Your lips part, and you stammer, “Excuse me?”
Xavier doesn’t blink. Doesn’t budge. Just watches you with that perfectly unreadable expression that only makes things worse.
"You seemed very invested in this thing," he says, brushing his knuckles up your arm like he’s still thinking it over. "So I want to know what makes it so special." A pause. Then, a tilt of his head. "What makes it better than me?"
There it is.
Your heart stutters, and for a long moment, you just stare at him, caught between mortification and something dangerously close to intrigue.
“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, trying to pull away, but his grip does not let up.
“And you’re stalling,” he counters easily. “Which tells me that you do want to.”
You make a noise — something in the back of your throat that isn’t quite a protest but isn’t quite acceptance either.
Xavier just waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until finally, with your face burning, you mutter, “Fine.”
His fingers flex around your wrist, and then, so very airily, he sighs,
“Good girl.”
And just like that — your toy is no longer missing. But now? It’s in his hands. And that might just be worse.
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 days ago
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Reader with a bunch of pregnant marks, some of them are feeding their babies milk while others are playing or sleeping with thwir children imagine how many sore feet the reader need to massage and oh god, how many horny pregnant marks that he need to give head since they can't have sex due to being pregnant
Insert that one meme that's like "honey I want more children" but it's the marks kicking the door in and readers trying to iron clothes. Homeboy goes to work for a break cuz how tf do they have 30 kids already. (It's cuz hybrid mark has litters of at least two or three at a time).
Reader truly is gods strongest soldier for keeping up with the pregnancy hormones of the marks. Would they have strange cravings? Like, does sinister mark crave human flesh? Imagine reader is just like "no, babe, you can't give our baby the taste for human flesh before it's even born 😭"
They're gonna need a much bigger house, and just ground in general for all the energy all those babies are gonna have. straight up Wayne manor sized, if not bigger, featuring a batcave that they can train in before the reader feels comfortable letting them out.
I don't even wanna think about how much hair Cecil loses because of these guys.
Readers gonna age quicker too from how much the marks are draining him cuz when they've been pregnant once they're not gonna wanna stop. I believe that viltrumites definitely got that pregnancy glow, and they don't get anywhere near as sluggish as humans do.
They're still gonna demand to be pampered and massages though, readers not getting outta that.
Imagine reader is a blue collar worker, like laying pipe (lmao, both at work and at home), and dude can barely get in the door before one or more marks is all over him, cuz blue-collar men are just so hot, and they're horny and have a lot of hormones going rn and it's all the readers fault.
Who has the biggest baby? Probably evil emperor mark cuz he's just bigger than all the marks in general, and older, so he'd have one of those babies where you think "that's a whole child", and he'd be really cocky and egotistical about it.
Prisoner mark, or hybrid mark, has the smallest. Prisoner because he's gone a long period of time with a damaged body, be it literally or just starvation and stress. And hybrid cuz his bodies made for litters so the cubs are smaller but grow fast.
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sublimati0ns · 2 days ago
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daily koss #24: sometimes you guys are gonna have to put up with me posting the most random ass goofy AUs…
@dallacuna mentioned offhandedly that if Knock Out was in Little Shop of Horrors he’d be the dentist and the conversation spiralled…
Lacuna and I agreed none of the TFP characters suited Audrey, so I ended up using Windblade cuz I’ve been reading the IDW ‘05 run and (wack orientalism ass design aside) I really like her and her dynamic with Starscream so far :( Not me shipping yet another rarepair
Starscream was originally Smokescreen’s evil plant but Knock Out rizzed him up so he switched sides 🤦
KO is able to do this because Smokescreen’s attempt to avenge Windblade’s mistreatment doesn’t go to script and he ends up just dragging an unconscious Knock Out back to the flower shop, grappling with whether or not he should kill him after all, but Knock Out wakes up and ends up encountering Starscream
He was like ‘you know having to feed you live prey will end up eating at his conscience and he’ll end up betraying you right 😏’ and SS was like ‘oh and you won’t?’ and KO was like ‘please—I’m in this mess because I’m a sadist, I’m afraid; the only qualm I have with murder is how much work it is to hide a body [HINT HINT]’ their stupid ass you scratch my paint I scratch yours canon event 😭 so SS was like ‘Sorry, Smokescreen, but I’m afraid it seems our little partnership has come to an end [EVIL EMOJI]’
But maybe KO does not get to let SS cannibalise him maybe Smokescreen escapes… My baby boy…
KOSS short-sighted idiot moment immediately follows this scenario because they’re both like wait where are we going to keep Starscream. We can’t just leave him in the flower shop it’s going to be weird for Knock Out to rock up all the time. But they can’t just move him cuz he’s a 20ft plant
SS just expected KO to have a plan for this for some reason and he gets mad and KO is like ‘well YOU’RE the higher alien lifeform here I thought you’d have a spaceship???’ and SS is like ‘????? ⬅️ A PLANT WITH ROOTS IN THE GROUND’
They somehow work things out and then Knock Out becomes a serial killer for fun and business. Truly wretched…
It’s KOSS though so they need to have relationship drama; when KO realises the take over the world and kill all humans plan is for serious he gets mad like what about HIM??? HE lives there??? HELLO??? He thought they were going to publicise Starscream as a cool freak of nature and become famous??? And SS (idiot) is like Sorry you felt that way; I suppose I could always kill you last 🤷 And then KO starts trying to kill him
SS is pissed off but also feels bad for some reason… So crazy why does he feel hurt by this :((( It makes no sense :((( So even though he’s like ‘*scoff* No matter—he’s just some human; he played his role and now he’s in my way’ he can’t bring himself to kill KO 🤦 Very predictable
They end up making up though. Roll end credits of their domestic serial killer life /hit
Breakdown is Knock Out’s hygienist/secretary but unlike the original dentist he treats BD well! BD usually stays in his own lane but sometimes gets called in to help with the murder nonsense
I have not figured out the rest of the cast but might if I percolate this silly AU more ahahaha
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bloodwrittenletters · 2 days ago
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WON'T YOU BE MINE, MINE, MINE!
pairing . . . percy jackson x fem!mortal!reader
the cassette playing . . . my love mine all mine! mistki
the letter reads . . . percy jackson being the biggest lover boy with his pretty mortal lover girl.
warnings . . . none!
a/n . . . so... this is out of the timeline 😭 percy was missing for 6 months (asleep for 4 and like it took 2 more to find him I think???) and then the war so im thinking this is like two years after he starts dating his mortal girl???? 😭 like the first Valentine's day as a couple but been dating waaaaay longer so.. yeah! just a few headcannons while i keep working on the new part of their story 😋 happy late LATE valentine's day, lovies 😽😽 this is short but im out of brain juice 😭 apologies, guys
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ꨄ percy jackson THE hand-made gifts boyfriend.
⤷ growing up with less, he learned to do hand-made gifts for his mom, and then he later on grew to do the same with you.
ꨄ he CANNOT be away from you. he physically can't do it.
⤷ percy needs you to always he close enough he can hold your hand, and will follow you around like a lost puppy.
ꨄ percy would wear the 'i ❤️ my hot girlfriend, please stay away from me'.
ꨄ he loves to do skin care with you.
ꨄ if percy DOES notice when someone is interested in him, he turns into a mess and usually starts yelling that he is deeply in love with you.
⤷ "I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND, SHE'S SO GORGEOUS, I LOVE HER. I WANNA MARRY HER. DID I MENTION I WANNA MARRY HER?"
ꨄ although you can't attend camp, he always makes sure that you're informed on all the demigod gossip.
ꨄ the aphrodite cabin writes fanfics about yours and percy's love.
ꨄ percy loves sleeping with you. all he needs is to lay his head on your chest, and he passes out in your arms.
⤷ he does, indeed drool all over your chest. but you don't really mind when he looks so peaceful.
ꨄ compliments 25/8.
ꨄ percy always seeks your opinion on everything no matter who little it is. he always appreciates your input.
⤷ "sweetie, do you like this blue or this one better?"
ꨄ he will bring you little sea shells from the beach.
ꨄ percy tries to teach you how to skateboard, and although the classes aren't going great, he still is proud of your efforts.
ꨄ he braids your hair every other day.
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teddybeartoji · 3 days ago
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realized that i have never given any thought whatsoever to the consequences of period sex . shgdasgdhgasdgashg knowing myself i'd be knocked the fuck out i'm honk shoo mimiming i am letting out the most peaceful quiet snores while HE'S forced to clean all of that upshdajksdfjadhsah that's so embarrassing oh my god
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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 2 days ago
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HRHEH this sounds like a silly request buttt... Can you do a Hxh hcs react when Reader has a baby? (ANY CHARACTER IS FINE SINCE I ALWAYS SEE YOU DO HALF OF THE CHARACTERS)
NO REQUEST IS SILLY OR STUPID IN THIS HOUSEHOLD DONT U WORRY POOKIE SCHNIOKS
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killua, kurapika, illumi, chrollo
(killua and kurapika are aged up!)
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z. killua
- i hope we can all collectively agree that killua isn’t exactly father material
- he’s absolutely stiff when he sees the pregnancy test, blinking so many damn times with every single possible thought in the world running through his head
- he’s more worried than anything. what if illumi or his family comes after his child in hopes to groom and train them into an assassin as they had done with him?
- but all of his worries melt after the first time you do your ultrasound, where your baby is so extremely small and probably extremely fragile
- he’s definitely not a naturally good partner, but he’ll try his hardest to provide the happiest life he can for his child
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k. kurapika
- is he father material? oh, 100%. most definitely so. but does he utilize it? hell no.
- now, kurapika isn’t upset that you’re pregnant. the opposite, really. he’s so unbelievably happy, but there’s just one teensy beensy tiny problem…
- he’s kinda sorta a mafia family leader who is still fuming with vengeance and emptiness, and he traded quite the number of years of his life to his nen ability.
- but really, he tries to do as much as he can for you and your unborn baby in the unknown amount of time that he has left. he overspends and overworks, but he doesn’t seem to care.
- he says that he doesn’t care about the baby’s gender, but he secretly really hopes that it’s a girl.
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z. illumi
- honestly, the rest of his family members have more of a reaction that he does when they hear the news.
- yes, he’ll certainly love his child. hell, out of everyone on this list, he probably loves his child the most. but how does he express it without his kid running away from the training like killua did?
- his mom is ecstatic, his dad grumbling his congratulatory words, milluki is in shock that illumi even managed to rizz you up in the first place, killua is in shock that illumi ever even got married, alluka is excited, and kalluto is confused.
- illumi is actually very happy, although you can’t see it on his face or reaction. at all.
- perhaps it’s about time he asked killua for some advice on how to not have his kid run away from training.
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l. chrollo
- definitely the most father material out of everyone here, i guarantee it. he utilizes it too.
- oh and i just know that this guy is RICH. you better expect to have the most luxurious and expensive life the moment he finds out that you’re pregnant.
- “he’s toxic and a yandere!” “he’d kidnap you!” yall need to stop mischaracterizing every single villain in existence. he’s literally the most gentle guy when you’re pregnant, always carrying your stuff no matter how heavy or light.
- he definitely books you appointments with the most expensive and skilled doctors. i can imagine him hiring random ass people to help you whenever he’s busy with a heist or heavens arena battle; he’s a floor master after all. on some random tuesday you’ll wake up and see a maid or a masseuse in your house attending to you.
- yall better stop mischaracterizing my glorious king chrollo because fuck no he’s not going to go all alpha and “if i cant have you no one can😈🤡” like where did that even come from😭
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a/n: whew i haven’t written hxh stuff in a while, i hope it’s still ok. anyways i think yall can see the clear bias i have towards chrollo…
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notdysfunk · 2 days ago
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do all of soaf sun's wings make him a really fast flyer?
HAII!! TY FOR ASKING <3 Probably yeah!! His mass amount of wings does make him a very STRONG flyer. Meaning he can take off very quickly, and kind of shoot himself into any direction- sometimes when he doesn't need to 😭
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Bonus vvv
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Some more rambles: Each of his wings sets all work together to fly. His biggest wings put in the most work, used for actually flapping along with the second pair. His third pair are MOSTLY used for stabilizing him if he flies for a large distance (i.e., to the store). But of course those can flap too. Since he has SO MUCH surface area of wing, he catches a lot of wind and definitely could fly pretty fast if he needed too. :D
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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 days ago
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Is there any official explanation as to why shinichiro has the worst luck when it comes to love (worst luck when it comes to live too tbh)? Boy got rejected for 20 times 😭
I actually have some hc about the reason behind:
While he is attractive both in the manga/anime/live action, if I remember correctly the characters who are canonically described as good-looking are kazutora (being told handsome and sweet-looking by several characters), hakkai (told handsome and also works as a model), and haruchiyo-senju (while youtubers don't always need to look attractive, appearance does have a huge factor to boost the popularity). So MAYBE if the events of tokrev happened in real life, shinichiro would look like a plain guy whose face doesn't attract many ladies lol
He is chasing the wrong girls. I read a book titled Yakuza Moon and it's an autobiography of a gangster's daughter, how in her teenage years she was involved in ladies gang and hung around with boys from biker gangs. So basically the kind of girls who are attracted to gang members will be those who are familiar with the environment too. Someone like emma, yuzuha, and senju would love to be with a powerful gang leader. In the earlier chapters, emma was shown at Toman meet-up with several girls who dress in gyaru fashion. These girls, as told in Yakuza Moon, tend accompany the biker gangs riding throughout the town and even have sex with them. So shinichiro's taste might be similar to takemichi, falling for a good girl like hinata. But unfortunately all the good girls he crushed on don't want to have any involvement with a gang leader lol
There is no official explanation unfortunately! I actually do think his gang affiliation could be the problem too though. Because of how gangs are typically seen in Japan a lot if girls may just not have wanted to associate with him, fearing their own reputation would go down. It could also be possible that some of the girls were scared of him, when Mikey goes to Takemichi's school we see a lot of fear from the students because he's a gang leader (tbf he did cause a lot of trouble too though), we also know from Emma's character book that the kids at school were scared of her when she started because of her affiliation to Mikey too. So it's possible that people were scared of Shinichiro too, despite his personality they just saw "gang leader".
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Could also see it being just because he's really bad with girls, he get's nervous or is just a bit too cheesy with them. We also see him playing about with Emma when they first meet and he comes across as being a bit too confident, also implying that he thinks knows girls well, which is then immediately disproven. If he tries to flirt in a similar way with girls he's actually interested in then I can see why they might be a bit off put by it.
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ptej1980 · 3 days ago
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Any thoughts on this? On Saturday, Nic liked the Netflix post, “Can Colin fight?” And JVNs quote following the London trip a day later that included The lyrics to the Lily Allen song 😭. That essentially said name her, asking us to look up those lyrics. Do you think it’s a subtle way of saying… Luke made a choice with A, it hurt Nicola, she turned to her friends over the summer, and now he’s coming back to her with regrets?
Just thoughts, though I do like to believe Luke and Nic are together. The SAG awards showed him being so enamored with her especially.. it’s just hard to believe if they are together they wouldn’t just come out and be done with it..
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Hmmm….Firstly after everything we have seen and know I don’t think we need to look into the above IG activity too hard and over analyse.
I can understand why you may think 🤔 and wonder if it has some greater meaning and honestly if that is your thoughts then I don’t hold it against you as you have been incredibly polite and questions are always welcome.
Nic has put some very obvious signs out there, chaos week in August and then again in October with coordinated posts. IMO, liking a post of herself where she looks smoking hot. 🔥 yes it refers to Colin, however if you go through the IG post it also refers to real life couples. So I think it was just a like from our loveable chronically online Nic
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JVN is always a little cryptic we know he likes to serve the tea and he has in the past actually been quite obvious in his posts and suggestions. This song I feel could be in reference to any number of people or situations and because I am confident in my ship this does not bother me.
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I like to remind myself of every morsel and crumb that we have been given. And 3 things
1. Polaroid 2 rings 3 proximity, heart eyes soulmate energy.
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Polaroid is a grid post, she is also wearing her rings in a Grid Post.
Your main question was “If they are together why do they not come out and just say do”.
Ok so I will first pose the question for the other side of the coin, if Nic or Luke with there adjacent (especially Luke). Why would his PR team work so hard to remove traces of her off his SM, ask her to remove her tags of him, and shut down and remove editable feature on wikerpedia delete all that says he was in a relationship with her? Why is she nowhere on his SM not a story, or a tag for either event he took her to. Why did look miserable at those events and we heard him say “let’s get this done”. If he was in a relationship with her why would he interact with his costar like he does. You know who is in his IG grid a lot ….Nic. Vice versa Luke is the main feature in hers.
There are many theories as to why they may not have gone public. I am a firm ring Truther hard core Lukola shipper who has never jumped so many things have puzzled me.
1. NDA/PR is the most common reason that fandom has speculated. I feel that this plays a big part in why they may not have launched. They are following the stipulations of a contract and keeping the personal lives private.
2. Professional credibility. There love is literally art imitating life. Luke and Nic built a solid friendship both admitting they are best friends that have a great love for each other. The delay in launch may be simply because they want to be taken seriously as actors.
I think it may be a combination of the two. They both have worked so hard and to have it judged as just besties falling in love would be hard, they also seem to have to overcome some hurdles and navigate this new chapter of their life with their family. The hurdle might be annoying but it is providing privacy.
I hope this helps alleviate any concerns or confusion. Thanks 🙏 for the ask 💛🐝
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inosukijiro · 1 day ago
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✮⋆˙ sam girls
𝙨𝙮𝙣. ━ horrified by becky’s actions, you stay away from sam.
━ 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. hii so i made this bc i just watched a becky episode and 👀 . anyways, i wrote this over a hundred times, so this might be v bad and i might go cry and disappear again :) will make a pt. 2 tho
━ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. fluff. set in or after season 8. self-insert coded. fem!reader. modern reader in spn. mentions of becky. im not good with dialogue. this is absolutely not proof read. sam-centric. might be very ooc (as always). 😭 2.1k words. 
   ─── ⋆��𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───
You’re reserved. It's the best way that you could describe it. It's done in such a meticulous way that no one could really tell. And you’re fine with that. It's how you wanted it, anyways. You make sure that nothing seems out of place. You’re careful, even though you really don’t need to be. Because even though it's a fact that you are now friends with the brothers — you are also very close friends with Sam. And it's because of him that you can’t just let go. 
And that… sucks, to say the least. It sucks because you never thought that he would ever want to be your friend. You actually don’t know what you’ve done to have him be drawn to you so much. You think, maybe, it might be the universe testing you somehow. Because it isn’t just that Sam is nice, or that he’s still trying to make you feel welcome. Though, it could be that Sam is just restless from spending too much time around his brother, but you aren’t entirely sure. No, it's in the way Sam's eyes light up when he spots you. It’s in how he’s so quick to talk to you, almost like he’s eager. It’s in the way he gets you to ramble on and on about your passions or things you miss — the way it makes your heart feel full. It’s in the way he makes you laugh, where there’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite place — but it's a good look. How sometimes you both end up talking for hours about something that means absolutely nothing at all. It’s easy. Existing with Sam is just easy, and that's why you think it's too good to be true. And that's why you never let yourself get too comfortable. 
Because you aren't sure if you’re just seeing things; if you’re reading too much into the little stuff or if you’re just being paranoid. Because there is one thing that was very obvious and very clear to you, long before ever being in the presence of the Winchesters  — you would have never made Sam Winchester uncomfortable the way Becky had. It’s common sense, really, and it isn’t that hard to do; especially if you were someone who respected the bodily autonomy of another person. You would never do any of the things she did — but at the start, neither of the boys knew that. And after a while they got the hint that, yeah, you were not Becky and never would be.
So even now, months later, you still keep Sam at arms length in a weird attempt to keep things normal. Though, you aren’t actually sure it's doing anything — it isn’t — but to you it is, and that's all that matters. Because the truth is, you like him more than you should. You’ve had a crush on Sam Winchester since the first time you watched the show and that never changed. Except, maybe, for your arrival and the month following it. Any feelings completely vanished for the time being as you were in a constant state of panic the whole time. Though now, with you being more at ease and a little more settled in, the small romantic thoughts crept back into your head. And at this moment, you are not going to make any sudden movements that would indicate that fact. Because as smart as Sam was, you were hoping that he wasn’t smart enough to see through you.
And, while that's great for you, it’s actually a massive problem for Sam. It's a problem because Sam does, in fact, like you. He likes you and yet to him, it seemed like you were ignoring every possible sign of it. At first he’ll think that you just want to be friends, or maybe you really just don’t notice. Which is funny, because Dean definitely notices and won’t stop giving him shit about it. But then Sam will notice the way when you two talk — that the smile you have doesn’t really meet your eyes, or the way you give him space. The way you keep a good distance away from him like you’re afraid to crowd him; or the way you try too hard to not brush your fingers against his whenever he hands something over to you — which by the way, he totally does on purpose. God, he's so pathetic. 
Sam’s aware that it's never out of malice — he can see that. You’re always warm and thoughtful, and always just so considerate. And yet, there’s something behind your eyes, something just out of reach. Sam will never pry, though. At least not yet. He lets you keep your distance, lets you think he doesn’t notice the way you keep yourself contained. But he does. And maybe he should say something, maybe he should push. But he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps thinking about it until it boils over. It's the miniscule things that he obsesses over, because maybe it's just him. That he's just reading too much into it. But he doesn’t think so. Dean will think so. He thinks Sam should just ask you out and leave him alone about it. 
“I don’t know, man.” Dean will say, very unhelpfully. “Maybe she's scared of you thinking she's some type of freak or something.” It's an… odd thing to say. But Dean is drunk, and Sam really shouldn’t be surprised when he was the one that barged into Dean's room at this hour. “She does come from that other place…so…” And he’s waving Sam off, too wrapped up in his westerns to finish. 
However, it’s like a light bulb going off in his mind, and Sam suddenly gets it. And maybe he should feel a little stupid for not getting it sooner. But he gets it now. And he’s off to go find you, because this just can’t wait till morning — he wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise. Not that he sleeps much anyways. 
He finds you in the bunkers library, reading, with your phone laying face down on the table. It's not unusual for you to be there, but he’s lucky to catch you before you’ve decided you can’t take being up anymore. He takes a moment to breathe in the sight of you though. You’re gorgeous, the way the dim lit of the room paints your features. The way your hair falls because your head is tilted a certain way, and all Sam wants to do is brush it behind your ear. He knows you're not actually paying attention to the book in your hands. He sees you fidget, your eyes shifting over to your phone; you look sad almost, and Sam can’t take it anymore. 
He doesn’t need to convince himself of anything before he's already on his way over to you. He offers a soft greeting to alert you of his presence and sees the way you light up just a bit. It makes him smile as he settles into the chair next to you, but no sooner does he take a seat, he notices the way you shift your body to look at him. It's nothing big, or at least, it shouldn’t be. Just a small adjustment — an inch, maybe two — like that tiny bit of space will make some kind of difference. Like you’re subconsciously trying not to be too close to him. Sure, maybe you just want to give him your full attention, which he knows is probably also true. But the way you move is careful and deliberate, as if you’re hyper aware of the space between you. It doesn’t take him by surprise though. 
What does take him by surprise, is the answer to his question. Not because it isn’t what he's expecting — it is, to some degree, anyways — but he can’t believe he was right. When he asks, he isn't mean or condescending, he isn’t bullying an answer out of you or being accusatory. No, he asks all nice, putting those puppy eyes to work. His voice is soft and calm, easing you into the conversation with clarity that you hadn’t done anything wrong; he just wants to know why you're so tense towards him. And for a moment, he expects you to deny deny deny. You don’t though. Instead, you let out this big strained sigh, wincing at your words before they even leave your mouth. It's like you’ve accepted defeat, like there was no use in trying to come up with some excuse. You felt you owed him the truth, and also you just couldn’t take it anymore. In doing that, however, it's the first time Sams seen you relax.
��I’m sorry. I… guess I’m still trying to get used to, you know, all this.” You apologize, and while it doesn’t seem like you’re that nervous, you are. But somehow that doesn’t convey itself through your words. Truthfully, to Sam you sound a bit shy, and it's cute. Sam nods along, understanding and a bit on edge for you to continue. You look like you have a lot on your mind and he’s ready to listen. “And I may have been a little worried about… making you uncomfortable.”
It takes a minute for your words to really register with him. As soon as they do though, Sam's expression softens as he watches you. He gets it — in fact, he appreciates it. That’s actually really sweet of you. In the midst of trying to find your footing in a world that shouldn’t even exist outside a screen, while you’re still trying to adjust to everything — you’re worried about him. It’s thoughtful, in a way that makes something warm settle in his chest. 
But as he thinks it over, turning your words around in his mind, something else clicks. You said him specifically — not anyone else in general, not Dean, just him. And the more he thinks about it, the clearer it becomes. You’re not just overthinking because you don’t want to be weird. You’re overthinking because of Becky. And Becky was his problem. Which means this — your carefulness, your nervous little hesitations — they’re all because of him. And then it dawns on Sam, confirming the sneaking suspicions he’s had already. That the way you speak, the way you worry, the way you care just a little too much. It isn’t just because you’re so kind and mindful. No, it all pieces itself together. You’re a Sam girl. You like him.
Before he even realizes it, Sam is already shaking his head, keen on reassuring you. You don’t need to apologize. You don’t need to worry about that — about him. He tells you as his voice is gentle but certain. He trusts you, in a way that he can’t explain, and there’s no way you could ever make him uncomfortable. And as he speaks, he watches the way you take in his words, the flicker of relief that crosses your face, the way your shoulders ease just the slightest bit. And something about it, about you, makes his chest feel strangely light.
Now there’s this quiet, new awareness that lingers between you both. It’s nice. Easy. The conversation continues deep into the night, shifting into something lighter, smoother — like an exhale after holding in a breath for too long. There’s something refreshing about it, about you, and it feels like a piece of something he hadn’t realized was missing just clicked into place. And maybe that’s why, as you keep talking, laughing softly at something he says, Sam lets himself settle into it. This new thing, whatever it is — is beautiful. 
And later, in the dark of his room, when it’s dangerously way too late for him to be up and you’re long retreated back into your room — Sam lets himself think back to your conversation. He replays it over and over. Because no, he’s not going to spill his guts any time soon. At least, not yet. First, he needs to ease you out of that careful tension, to get you to stop overthinking every little thing around him. It’s not just going to happen in a day, and Sam doesn’t expect it to. It’s not the time to lay it all out there, even if he’s almost certain you feel the same. He wants to take this slow — wants to do it right. The last thing he’d ever want is to make a mistake with you.
Still, that doesn’t stop the anticipation from drumming against his chest. He wants to tell you. Desperately. But he’ll wait, just a little longer. And maybe — just maybe — he’ll let himself take a little pride in it. In the fact that you’re a Sam girl. He lets the thought sit with him; lets a small, shy smile pull at his lips as he leans back against his pillows, staring at his ceiling and thinking about all the possibilities. Yeah. You’re a Sam girl. And he’s okay with that.
i think i yapped too much again, sorry chat ><
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MHA x reader (period)
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If y/n was on her period what would MHA boys do? (I know a lot of people did this one so you don't have to read this)
𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 1-𝘼 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖 🌱
Researches everything. As soon as you say you’re on your period, he’s Googling symptoms, home remedies, and best pain relief methods.
“D-Does it hurt a lot? Is there anything I can do?” (he’s so worried 😭)
Buys the entire snack aisle. You said you wanted chocolate? Well, now you have five different kinds.
Heat packs? Painkillers? Cuddles? You name it, he’s getting it.
𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 🔥
Pretends he doesn’t care but actually does everything perfectly.
“Tch. Sit down, dumbass. I’ll cook somethin’.” And suddenly, you have a five-star meal.
If you’re in pain, he’ll pull you onto his lap and rub your stomach (but don’t call him soft, or he’ll explode).
“Tell me what you need, ‘cause I’m not lettin’ you sit here miserable.” (Secretly worried but won’t say it.)
𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞 ❄️🔥
His left side is the perfect heating pad. If you’re cramping, he just lets you lay on his warm side and relaxes his body temperature to keep you comfortable.
“Is there anything else I can do?” (so polite and serious 🥺)
Brings you tea, painkillers, and a blanket before you even ask.
Doesn’t judge at all if you cry randomly—just wipes your tears away and holds you close.
𝙀𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 🦈
Super caring but also a little clueless. “Wait, do periods really hurt that much? Damn, you’re so strong!!”
Tucks you into a blanket cocoon and refuses to let you do anything.
Buys you snacks, but gets confused. “Uh… I got chocolate, chips, and… pickles? I dunno what cravings are like.” 😭
If you’re moody, he just hugs you through it.
𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞 ⚡
Panics at first. “Wait, you’re bleeding?! Should we go to Recovery Girl?!” (he has no idea how periods work 💀)
Wants to be helpful but is kind of useless. “Uh… do you want… a charger? A blanket? Me?”
Will 100% let you nap on him. Falls asleep with you.
Tries to make you laugh when you’re moody: “If I make you smile, does that mean I win against the period?”
𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙄𝙞𝙙𝙖 🚗💨
The most organized caregiver. “I have researched proper period care! Here is a heat pack, water, and pain medication.”
Will time your medicine so you never miss a dose.
“I shall fetch you anything you need!” (Goes full ‘class rep mode’ and literally sprints to the store.)
Talks to you in a calm voice if you’re emotional. “It’s okay. Let it out.”
𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 (𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞) 🦅
So smug about taking care of you. “Lucky for you, angel, I’m the best personal heater you could ask for.”
Wraps you in his wings like a giant, soft blanket.
Brings snacks, a heating pad, and a fluffy hoodie in one trip. “I got you covered, babe.”
If you get snappy, he just teases you. “Damn, is the period talking, or do you just hate me?”
𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 (𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞) 🔥
Confused but surprisingly helpful.
“I don’t know how to deal with this.” …but still buys you everything you need.
His body heat is a natural heating pad. He won’t say anything, but if you curl up next to him, he lets you.
Sits in silence with you. He’s not great with emotions, but he’ll stay by your side.
𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙖 💤
The ultimate period support. He literally does not care if you spend all day napping on him.
“Tired? We’re sleeping. Cramps? Lay on me.” (He’s got you covered.)
Steals medical supplies from U.A. Just casually hands you painkillers and a heating pad like it’s no big deal.
Zero judgment. You wanna cry over nothing? He’ll just pull you into a hug and let you.
𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙤 (𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙐𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙮𝙖) 🐰
Acts tough but secretly worries. “C’mon, babe, you’re tougher than some stupid period!”
But also gets you all your favorite snacks. Won’t admit she went out of her way to buy them, though.
If you’re in pain, she lets you rest on her lap and runs her fingers through your hair.
“If your cramps try to kill you, I’ll fight ‘em.” (she’s serious 💀)
𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩 👖
Super composed about it. “Ah, I see. A natural occurrence, nothing to be ashamed of.”
Buys you high-quality, comfortable clothes to wear during your period.
If you stain anything, he gets rid of it instantly. No judgment, just “I’ve taken care of it.”
“A well-dressed individual deserves comfort in all aspects of life.” (he’s surprisingly sweet 🥺)
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minswriting · 19 hours ago
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Speaking of periods I'm getting mine 😭
Coukd we get some period comfort with Hotch, Spencer, derek and rossi pleasee
i don’t really write for rossi because i don’t see him in a romantic way so this is honestly just platonic vibes.
aaron: aaron would be the type to buy you everything you needed/wanted with no issues. he’d get you pads (or tampons) and ensure they’re the right size. and he’d buy you snacks. i also think he would hold you close, rubbing circles on the area that’s cramping (as some people get cramps in their lower back or cramps in their lower stomach). ultimately, he’d just be so soft with you.
rossi: this honestly is a hard one. he’d probably buy you exactly what you need or want but that’s mostly the extent to what he does. he’s not one for comforting other than telling a few jokes. but he would make you an epic pasta dish in hopes you’d feel better.
derek: derek would be the type to go to the store and then immediately call you all confused and such because he doesn’t know what size you need. he’d send you all the options until you choose the one you wanted and then he’d ask you what snacks you wanted.
spencer: spencer, our shayla, our perfect man. he would 100% buy everything you need plus what he knows will certainly help. he’s buying all the medicines, making sure you have a heating pad of some sorts, buying the right pads and tampons without having to ask, and he already knows what snacks and treats to get you. and when he’s home, he’s holding you, running his fingers through your hair and watching movies with you fr.
luke: luke means well, he really does. but i honestly think that when he’s at the store, he will text you like “what size pussy do you have?”. regardless, he buys the right things and some treats for you. and he’d come home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers because he knows they bring you joy. he’d cook you food, hold you close, and try his hardest to make you laugh because laughter is the best medicine.
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11queensupreme11 · 1 day ago
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okay okay guys i made more personalities for some of the other kids so i'm gonna write them down here!!!!
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metrodora! (2nd eldest perpollo baby, and her name means "Gift of the Mother of Liberty")
not an incest freak or a yan!
(i think you guys might like her lol)
she's a goddess of justice, liberty and freedom, and retribution and i chose these specifically because it's PAINFULLY ironic for her to be the goddess of all of these.... and be the daughter of PERCY, who we all know has been stripped of all of this 💀
cuz just... imagine it. the goddess of justice and your mother's been wronged by so many, one of them being your own father. the goddess of liberty and freedom, but your mother's been stripped of it and chained down.
imagine growing up and coming into your domains and realizing the one person who needs it the most is your own MOTHER and there's nothing you can really do to save her without facing severe consequences 😭
but anyway! 💖
metrodora has a stoic appearance, but it's just a bad case of the resting bitch face. she's actually a very kind and sweet goddess, she's just quiet and reserved. she's serious and no-nonsense, but not to the point of being stifling to others. a bit shy and awkward sometimes because like i said, she's very reserved so she doesn't have many close friends aside from her family.
she's also a maiden goddess! this was a decision she made after realizing the terrible situation her mother's in, so she made a vow of eternal maidenhood out of fear of... well... ending up like her mother 💔
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sirenios! (11th perpollo baby! his name means "Of the Sirens" or "Song of the sea")
as the name implies, he's got a natural full mer form like his mother does AND he's also got her cannibalistic tendencies lol
he's a god of beauty, sound, music, singing, and the sea!
as made obvious from one of his domains, he is the most beautiful of the perpollo kids (and yeah he also inherited a lot of percy's traits hehe). he's pretty vain, narcissistic and arrogant, and honestly a huge snob 😭😭
NOT as snobby as luisne though!!!! he doesn't screech and stomp around; he's more of the time to scoff and turn his nose up and things like that.
he is an incest kid, rip percy 😂😂😂
he is the god of beauty, but he got his looks from his MOTHER. put percy and sirenios side by side and many people would mistake them as twins. so naturally, he sees his mother as the ✨epitome of beauty✨
his father is beautiful too (LMAO), he supposes, but no one is as beautiful as him and his mother 💖
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rozaltha! (a beelcy daughter! her name means "The Unholy Bride/ The Rose Bride")
SHE IS A HUGE YAN LMAO (but not an incest freak tho)
i don't have her domains yet, but i think i'm gonna make her some sort of love and marriage goddess? or maybe just make her domains obsession and lovesickness???? idk yet, i'm still thinking of it
BUT ANYWAY!!!!! she's like those traditional yandere character tropes where they're super sweet but them BAM they go kill crazy for their darling 😭 think yuno gasai! traditional yans like that!
as the name implies, she's big on marriage! she wants to be a wife! she wants a perfect relationship like her mother and father have (which is fucking hilarious cuz this is BEELZEBUB and PERCY she's talking about 😂😂😂)
she's the type to "fall in love" really quickly. she tripped and someone caught her? "they love me! we must marry! 😍"
a handsome person looks at her? "oh my! they've fallen in love with me! do you think that want to marry me? 😍"
you get the gist LMAO
also, notice how i use "they" and not specify the gender? yeah, she doesn't care if it's a girl or a dude or a they. she just wants someone to take the "husband" role; she's a traditional gal too so it's gotta be someone who will take care of her, spoil and dote on her, etc. basically, a mirror of beelcy's relationship where rozaltha is like her mother and her ideal partner is like her father
anyway, like i said. she's a HUGE yan. the second she feels like her "husband"s attention is straying, her heart breaks and she loses it and kills them because how DARE they betray her like this 😭💔 or maybe they yell at her (they're calling her crazy because she kidnapped them), she'll kill them for hurting her feelings -- that's not how a husband treats their wife! 😭💔
poor girl just wants someone to love her. she wants the ideal relationship, a pure and beautiful romance just like her parents! 🥺💖💖💖
(ALSO! she doesn't care what species they are! human, god, demon, merfolk, satyr, nymph, WHATEVER! she doesn't care! just take care of her!!!!)
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fiachra! a sécy daughter!
a pretty lowkey yandere tbh.
if you recall, fiachra's one of the kids who inherited percy's cannibalistic tendencies and i made an earlier post about how i plan for fiachra to accidentally/somehow get a taste of a god's blood and grow obsessed with them because they just taste SO good
why i said she isn't THAT bad of a yan is that she does at least TRY to curb her desires 🥺
sécy daughters are good at (nonexistent) heart, most are just sheltered and naive thanks to their father. they're very very new to romance thanks to it, so poor girl's very confused about these blossoming feelings. she's read romance books before, is that what's happening to her? is she... in love with this god?
or does she just see them as food? they taste so good... but they are also pretty good looking... is this love? she wants to see this person again, wants to be around them more, and wants to eat them? is this love?! she's so confused 🥺💔💔💔
the thought of them makes her feel SO good though! the ichor floods to her face and she feels all nice and fuzzy inside! she wants to hug them and kiss them and sink her fangs in their neck -- no! wait! that's not nice! she shouldn't hurt people, that's what her mother taught her!
love is just so complicated for her 🥺💔
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clíona! another sécy daughter!
i'm thinking of making her a wilderness/nature goddess, but i'll think of that later lol. i just got the idea cuz of the antlers on her head. maybe i'll make deer her sacred animal?? 🤔
hyperactive joy of the palace! she's just cheery and sweet, it really fits her name "little darling" 🥰
can't sit still, she wants to run around in the forest and play with the animals and fae and other woodly creatures in the otherworld! but well... you know cú chulainn 💀 idiot has all his daughters and wife in lockdown like 25/8 😭
BUT she begged and begged and begged and he finally caved. fortunately, celtics are big on nature so their palace is already surrounded by a lush forest. cú chulainn lets her run around once more protective barriers are put in place so his baby can enjoy the nature 💖 the other kids can join too, they just canNOT go passed their territory or he'll lose his shit 💀
honestly, she has such huge puppy girl energy just like her mom but times it by 10 😂 always sparkly and wide-eyed, with the 90 degree head tilts, imaginary dog tail wagging 😂😂😂 (she's almost as hyperactive as anubis! which says a lot lol)
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nebamon! an anuby baby! (his nickname is "moni" like "money" btw hehe; also has his mother's cannibalistic tendencies)
anyway, yeah his appearance is weird but really, i just liked the fc so i struggled to think of an explanation as to why he looked like that BUT then i realized that egyptian gods had like... a thing for looking like/resembling/or at least SOME sort of relation to an animal/insect
so.... i picked... AN ANT! 😂 i mean... it fits! ants have five eyes and antennae (they're actually horns in the pic, but just pretend they're antennae 💔). anyway, he's the god of riches and treasures!
also........ imma be honest guys, i based his personality off of mammon from obey me 😭😭😭😭😭
so expect him to be very immature, greedy, prideful, boastful, and a bit of (lovable) moron 😂
HE LOVES HIS FAMILY THOUGH! i mean, he was raised by anubis and percy, ofc he'd be big on family 💖💖💖 so while he absolutely would playfully threaten to sell one of his siblings for a corn chip, he wouldn't actually do it 🥺💖
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nebkhetu! another anuby baby who has mommy's cannibalistic tendencies)
idk if you guys remember, but i got one of his domains from hsr aeons LMAO 😭. he's a sheep god who's domains are abundance (his name literally translates to "lord of abdundance"), fertility, harvest, agriculture, and sex.
a very flirtatious and sultry god who enjoys seducing others. he sleeps around a shit ton so yeah, he's a whore 💀 even worse, he's the god of FERTILITY which also falls under making fertile lands but ALSO sexual reproduction 😭😭😭 percy's ripping her hair out trying to prevent her kid from becoming a deadbeat but he just wants to keep breeding 😭💔
"if you don't help your partners prevent pregnancy, I WILL FIND A WAY TO PERMANENTLY REMOVE YOUR PENIS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"y-yes mother.... 😨"
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anthenara! the eldest percades child! she's the one with the domain of blood and has her mother's cannibalistic tendencies
an yandere incest freak but NOT for her mom, but..... for her BROTHER lmao
(i think i'm gonna make it damasios???)
anyway, you know that "ara ara" nee-san meme???? yeah that's her 😍
elegant (like her father!), sultry, coy, and seductive, but EXTREMELY protective of her family. she's the first born after all, and she loves all her little baby siblings, but she loves one of them just a liiiiiitle too much 😜
even with her mother, she's protective and sometimes she can't help but treat percy as if she's one of her own little siblings which is hilarious 😂😂😂 anthenara just has strong motherly insticts okay? she's very caring and protective and percy looks and sometimes even acts younger than her LMAO
similarly to hades, she tends to be patronizing, (especially to damasios).
"oh, darling brother, are you sure you want to kill that man? perhaps i should do it for you 💖"
"you're too young to hear about this nasty talk, sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and play? 💖"
"oh my, are you disobeying your big sister~? 💖"
her family is all she cares about, she doesn't care for any outsiders and she ESPECIALLY doesn't trust poseidon or the posy children since she's aware that poseidon had killed her elder half-brother that she never got to meet 💔
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n0odlz · 1 day ago
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Eltingville Club Head canons!!
Jerry STROKES
1- As much as we (at least I do 💔) wanna believe that he could do no wrong, he definitely has 2 accounts on any social media site. 1 for keeping up his "image" to random people on the internet, and the other for just straight up BULLYING. doxxing, being rude, and spreading fake news and hate
2- CAN'T STOP PICKING. His acne, scabs, his nasty ass sweater he doesn't wash. Poor guy just doesn't know what to do with his hands
3- NO BACKBONE. he definitely is easily persuaded. Either that or he just agrees with everyone else so he doesn't get made fun of more than he already does
4- He's a furry (I think Mr. Dorkin confirmed this like halfway on a random tweet IDK take it with a grain of salt) He just hates on them in public when in reality, he's saving up money to buy fursuit supplies. His fursona would probably be a rat, mouse, cat, fox, or dragon
5- Neurodivergent. Need I say more?
6- Has unnaturally long eye lashes and doesn't get why he gets so many compliments on them. (The only reason any girl would willingly come up to him)
7- Listens to Lemon Demon and forces everyone to listen with him (Josh and Bill secretly like it too (✿❛◡❛))
Pete Ditalini
1- I'm pretty sure the other 3 people in the fandom can agree this guys a GORE WHORE
2- He's in love with Tyler's "Goblin" and "Bastard" Albums. Argue with the wall. (The only other song from any other album he enjoys is Tamale)
3- Loves his women either chubby or toned. Not quite an in between 😽
4- Enjoys women wrestling *COUGH COUGH* RHEA RIPLEY!! THAT WOMAN IS SEXY 💔🤰🏾
5- Accidentally combs his hair back even though he's bald (it's muscle memory for him- epilogue Pete)
6- Smells like cigarettes and blood (Epilogue Pete)
7- Totally enjoys being bossed around by the nearest woman within a 1 million mile radius
8- Tried summoning a succubus once but got caught by his dad
9- Also obviously listens to Deftones (DUH). Thinks he's Chino Moreno 💔. Fav songs are "Korea", " My Own Summer", "Bored", " Knife Prty", and "This Place is Death"
10- 3 DAYS GRACE TOO 😌. Likes "Overrated", " Just Like You" and "Let You Down" (srry I'm NEWGEN ☹️🖕🏾)
11- Has a natural guyliner look to his eyes and everyone thinks he draws it on ☹️
Josh Heavy
1- Cheeto puffs are his go-to snack
2- Has not changed his limited edition Batman underwear since the day he got them
3- Secretly tried giving himself a wolf cut because he thought it'd make him more "Alpha" but he fucked it up, which is why he's always wearing that hairline-receding, Jojo siwa ponytail
4- Eats croutons straight from the bag
5- Stole a shirt from the mall ONE TIME and felt guilty so he turned himself in to the police
6- He tried to make his own cardboard cutout of Superboy but the printer at the library malfunctioned because of all the colored ink he was using so he got banned from there
7- Draws himself with hot babes using art tips he learned from Jerry
8- Also has long ass eyelashes and bats them on purpose
#STOP THE JOSH ERASURE 😭
And last but most certainly least,
William Alan Dickhead
1- Never changes those shitty bed sheets 🖕🏾
2- He makes videos of himself in situations that would never happen (Roleplaying him getting a girlfriend and then he does that little kissing thing with his hands on his own back THAT ONE THING WE ALL DID AS KIDS? someone has to get it 💔)
3- Scratches his balls and gets dirt under his nails from doing so
4- Writes fanfics about him being the best and everyone bows down to him.. Although the art is BUNS
5- Unironically calls himself the alpha 🥀
}Alanpha87: "I'm literally an alpha and all of you are beta male CUCKS who'd wish you could be me. Well news flash, it's not happening. HAH! "
6- Thinks he's Bill Cypher
7- Thinks he's the #1 looksmaxxer and is TOTALLY the best at mewing
NOTE: some of these definitely have elements from later times / recent media and I'm here to tell you that nobody cares
NOTE 2: I might just keep updating this instead of making a 2nd post 😛😛
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@zepskies
Thank you Alex!! This one was so much fun to write for Russell 🥰 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write about the green-eyed potato target 🤣
LMAO starting strong with the Dean easter egg. 😆 Fun fact: I have a keychain on my keys that I bought off Etsy in high school which I still have to this day. On side it says "Metallicar," and on the other side it has that famous Dean line that made me a Dean girlie right from the pilot. 🥹💜
I had to do it 😭 And oh my word that's so cute! I love that you still have the keychain 💗 I literally remember the first time I saw this quote: I was scrolling on pinterest at home after school one day when I was in high school and I found it. I had no idea what it was from, and just DIED ☠️ When I first started watching Supernatural and I heard the quote, I was like:
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LMAO 🤣
I love the way you described people watching at the grocery store -- it was so idyllic and relatable at the same time. I've definitely had those thoughts, and I kid you not, in the outline I've written for the sequel to Bubbly it starts out with the reader and Russell at the grocery store. 🤣
Thank you! I literally have that thought each time I go grocery shopping. My mind is just so far in left field- though sometimes I think it might be the hopeless romantic in me that does it lol 💗
And oh my stars that's crazy!! Great minds really do think alike 🧠 I can't wait to read the next addition to that universe! I need to catch up on my tbr so I can read the rest of Every Second Counts before the sequel to Bubbly drops!
I felt so hard for the reader in this! Tbf Russ's behavior did look suss AF, but I had a feeling it was all due to proposal nerves loll. However, that image of her hurling potato after potato at him -- and Russ maintaining his sense of humor about it for as long as he did -- had me in stitches! 🤣
I know I felt bad for her too! She really was going through a whole minivan of emotions in the produce section of a grocery store of all places. BUT yeah no he had a lot of red flags and she knows her man lol. Definitely sus vibes from Russell! I really like the headcanon that Russell isn't afraid of anything except proposing 🤣 I'm glad the potato dodge ball made you laugh 🥔 It was a lot of fun to write out all the potato jokes, but only Russell would be falling more in love with a woman hurling potatoes at him.
But when he saw she was seriously hurt in thinking he was cheating, his responses tugged at my heartstrings too. It was so lovely to see though how he finally got through to her and explained himself, though I had a lot of secondhand embarrassment thinking about how everyone else is watching her unravel with him and air out their dirty laundry by the produce aisle. 🤣🤣🤣
I know 😭 He was so sweet after he realized how serious she was taking the whole thing. And it hurt me a little bit to put him through the "no touching" and the hurt he felt when he realized she thought he cheated 💔 But YES! The embarrassment is so real 🫣 You wouldn't catch me doing that- watching someone else do it yes... because I'm nosy and I live on crazy stories that I can incorporate into my writing LOL 🤣
(Old lady grabbing the cucumber is ALL of us. lmfaooo -- Seriously, that part had me deceased. 💀💀)
Girl, She IS!! 🤣☠️🥒
Aww I love both of the quotes you highlighted! Is it so wrong that I want that for me? A big strong bear hug from a man who loves me?! 😭 Who might also be way too old for me, but I know would treat me right? lol
But thank you so much for giving me all these wonderful comments Alex! And again, thank you for sending in a prompt for my prompt celebration! 💗
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Potatoes Weren't On The Grocery List!
Pairing: Russell Shaw x f!reader, Reader POV
Prompt:"Please put the potato down."
Requested By: @zepskies
Summary:  When your boyfriend comes back into town acting different and won't tell you what's wrong, you jump to an extreme conclusion, and use an unusual form of punishment to get some answers. Saturday morning at the supermarket just got a little bit more interesting...
Tropes: Established Relationship, Suspected Cheating, Fluff
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: References to Sex, Sexual innuendo, Kissing, Cursing, Little bit of self-deprecating thought (reader), Jealousy, Supposed Cheating? Embarrassing Situation at a Supermarket? Inappropriate Use of Potatoes? Cheesy Potato Jokes? I think that's everything? This one is more fluffy than anything else.
Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!
Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.
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A/N: This is another prompt requested for my prompt celebration by my lovely friend @zepskies 💗 Thank you so much for sending this one in! Alright, I know this entire situation is just CRAZY, but it really did make me cackle to think up another way of using potatoes. 🥔
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“Would the owner of a red Prius with a bumper sticker that says ‘Driver Picks The Music, Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole’ please come to the customer service desk?” A nasally voice crackles over the intercom, halting the sound of “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” that plays over the loudspeaker in the supermarket. “Again, would the owner of a red Prius with the-”
The rest of the message is drowned out in the high pitched squeak of a shopping cart against terrazzo two aisles away, the smell of cinnamon and fresh bread that floats from the bakery, and the chatter that buzzes up over the towering shelves of food.
Saturday was meal prep day, which meant that you spent your morning weaving your cart in and out of the crowded grocery store one block away from your apartment buying everything you needed for the week. 
But despite how long it took, grocery shopping never felt like a chore because you believed it gave you a snap-shot into someone else’s life. 
You spent all those Saturday mornings watching other people and creating stories for them in your head. Why they bought something, who they were shopping for, noticing who they were shopping with, wondering what they would cook-
It was intimate, feeling the world slow down for just a few moments to live in the present with them.
Noticing a man on the phone in the feminine hygiene section talking to an unseen entity, watching a little girl eat an apple while her mother reaches up for a box of cheerios, waiting in line behind a guy with only a box of condoms and spearmint gum in his basket,  hearing a girl hum a little too loud and dance to the song blasting from her headphones as she shopped, and walking behind a woman  in a power suit who studied a grocery list scrawled on a scrap of paper.
They were all going somewhere, all moving forward with their day and yet you all shared this single moment of serendipity, to be in the same place at the same time.
Unfortunately, today you were not enjoying it one bit and it had everything to do with the man standing at the end of your shopping cart studying an alarming amount of avocados with a blank expression.
Something was wrong. 
You knew that the second your boyfriend, Russell, had come home. He’d been on a case with Colter a few states away, pulled from your arms in the middle of the night when he got an S.O.S from his younger brother, and because the two of you had been dating long distance comfortably for the better part of three years, you could tell that there was something seriously bothering him. 
But you didn’t know what. 
It was the first time in your entire relationship that you couldn’t tell what Russell was thinking and all it did was frustrate you further. 
He was distant, moody, and on edge. You’d never seen him like this before, not even when you brought him home to meet your family for Christmas last year. Sure, he’d been a little jittery and you’d made a joke about him being more afraid to meet your dad than he was to face a convoy of armed guards, but Russell was not like this ever. 
Your boyfriend was calm, collected, and smooth (too much sometimes, but you weren’t complaining). What he was not was jumpy and nervous. It took a lot to rattle him given what he’d been through. That’s why you were worried, because the man standing at the end of your shopping cart was not your boyfriend. 
Maybe he got body snatched while he was out of town? 
The idea that aliens had come down and taken the man you loved hostage was one of the only possible reasons why he was acting so odd. 
Russell had barely said two words to you since he’d dragged himself into the apartment last night. He had gone straight into the bathroom for a shower, not bothering the usual running joke the two of you had when he would throw you over his shoulder and bring you with him for a well deserved bit of R and R.
And when he’d come out of the shower, a vision in a small bright pink towel tied around his waist, his bare chest glistening in the dim light of your bedroom, dark hair dripping wet and hanging forward to frame his chiseled jaw, while the mist from the warm water floated behind him and framed the beautiful man that you couldn't believe was yours, it made you feel so warm it rivaled Mt. Vesuvius before it blew.
You’d wanted to demonstrate how much you’d missed him, and you’d tried whispering sweet nothings into his ear while your fingers tickled along the edge of the towel, but Russell had kissed you on your forehead, pried away the curious fingers, and said that he was “tired.”
It made your blood run cold. 
Reunion sex was the best tradition the two of you had, something you both appreciated and that fact that he’d said “no,” raised a red flag in the back of your mind the size of Texas. Russell never said no to sex, especially not after a long period of separation. 
He’d gotten stabbed a year ago while on a mission, spent two nights in the hospital following a surgery (where he complained the whole time about how he didn’t need to be there), and when you brought him home and he started to get a little friendly, you told him that you didn’t think that sex was a good idea, that he needed to rest, but he’d said that it was “just a graze” and then made love to you for an hour.
Sure, you’d done most of the work, he was in recovery for goodness sake, and you didn’t want to rip his stitches… but this was different.
Russell was avoiding your gaze, acting fidgety, and when you’d tried to kiss him, Russell had opted to shift his face away to give you a quick kiss on the forehead instead.
And as much as you liked a good forehead kiss, you hadn’t seen Russell in over a week and all you wanted was a heated kiss that made you lose feeling in your legs and forget that he was gone at all.
You didn’t know what you did wrong and you tried to think of something that you could have done to make him angry or annoyed with you, but there wasn’t a single thing. The last time that you’d spoken to Russell was late four days ago and he’d told you how excited he was to see you and that he missed you. 
But then why is he acting like this?
Russell pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps something quickly on the screen that’s angled away from you, his movements swift and to the point. But you note a small smile pulling at the end of his mouth. It was the first time you’d seen him smile since he got home. 
You felt unsettled, anxiety thrumming and prickling along your skin like pop rocks.
You wanted Russell to talk to you. It wasn’t like him to keep things inside, if something was bothering him he was upfront about it, not passive aggressive. He didn’t slam every cabinet in your apartment or leave all the drawers in the bathroom open when the two of you were in a fight, Russell would tell you what pissed him off.
Usually it was you that drove him crazy, but he’d always said he liked it, kept him “on his toes,” and made him feel like a lion tamer in a circus. 
An audible sigh comes through your lips, but Russell doesn’t look at you, instead he continues to tap something on his phone. 
It reminded you of what you’d discovered him doing early this morning.
You’d woken up at four am, call it fate or just one of those random moments your body woke up before your mind did, but when you realized that you were alone, it made you uneasy. 
In the three years you’d been together, Russell couldn’t keep his hands to himself, especially when he was asleep. That meant each time you woke up, Russell was laying on top of you, his strong arms wrapped around you in a bear hug, while he nuzzled his head into your hair and murmured things in his sleep you couldn’t understand. 
It was your safe place, somewhere that felt unbreakable.
Entwined in Russell’s arms in the early morning with his warm body tensed around yours was better than a fluffy blanket on a cold day, better than a hot cup of cocoa that drove away a nightmare, and better than slipping into the gentle embrace of a familiar book. 
It was always you that had to convince Russell to let you out of bed while he begged for another five minutes, not the other way around.
However, this morning you’d woken up to an empty bed with sheets long cold and found Russell sitting on the threadbare couch in the living room of your apartment talking on his phone in a hushed whisper.
The only words that you’d been able to make out were: “No, I haven’t talked to her yet honey.” 
Your entire body had gone cold with one sentence. You had no idea who he was talking to or what Russell had to “talk” to you about, but all you could focus on was that he called whoever it was, “honey.” 
It made an uncomfortable lump settle in the back of your throat. You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend was cheating on you, but there was a little part of you that had begun to unravel, a thread in the back of your mind unwinding as you put together all the clues that Russell had given you since he came back. 
The suspicious phone call, the fact that he didn’t want to make love, Russell acting distant and jumpy-
It didn’t bode well.
The thought of losing him made you want to throw up.
Russell was the place of refuge you went to when your world fell apart, and without him you didn’t know how to function. Before him your life was organized into neat little boxes and checklists, but Russell had shown you that you couldn’t control everything in your life, he brought a reassuring and welcome disorder that made you feel alive in the best way. He helped you embrace the chaos to make a life worth living.
The thought of going back to the mundane world you knew before Russell where all the men seemed to be carbon-cut frat boy copies of one another, or wanted a cookie cutter life with a woman who never spoke her mind, or never called back, never offered to pay for dinner, and never opened doors for you filled you with dread. 
So you decided to go grocery shopping to clear your head and to get away from Russell for a little bit. It was the first time that you’d wanted to be away from him in all the years you’d known him and it broke your heart. Unfortunately, Russell had insisted on coming with you.
It was the only normal thing he'd done since he got back. Russell liked to do things with you no matter how mundane they would have sounded to someone else. Going to pick up the dry cleaning? Sign him up! Going to get some new thread for your sewing machine? Check! When Russell was back in town, he was back and nothing stopped him from being with you.
You would have found comfort in him coming with you if he wasn't acting lost.
The drive in his car to the supermarket had been silent and awkward, every conversation you tried to start when Russell came to a stop at a light lost in the wind. And even now Russell followed behind you like a zombie there, but not quite present.
It was an even bigger red flag, because the old Russell who came with you to the grocery store  was incapable of walking down an aisle without finding one thing that he wanted. Whether it be an oversized bag of sour gummy worms or a new brand of sriracha flavored potato chips, your boyfriend was insufferable when you brought him, and you loved every second of it.
But not today. 
He hadn’t said a word since you left the apartment, he even walked past the peaches without making an obligatory butt joke, and you still couldn’t think about the joke he’d made about the eggplant the last time he came with you without blushing.
Today all Russell did was stand there, his hands in his pockets, staring at the avocados, and his muscles tense beneath his army jacket as if he was anticipating something you couldn’t see. 
Like a break up. 
The thought made you clench your jaw together so tight you worried about the possibility of TMJ. 
The urge to say something, anything was building in your chest, but you didn’t know how to start a conversation without crying or cussing him out using the colorful vocabulary you’d adopted after you met him. 
The longer you stood, the more the thought of Russell cheating on you with someone else began to stitch its way into your head. Warped images of Russell in a dingy motel room along the road with a faceless woman in bed, rolling around with her for hours, the two of them laughing at your expense flashed through your mind on a sickening reel. The sentence you heard him say into the phone bouncing around in your head like a rubber ball.
His phone buzzes in his hand again, and your boyfriend’s smile widens before he types something out. 
Before the two of you had started dating, Russell had been talking to Reenie regularly. Reenie with her perfect black hair, clear skin, tight pencil skirts, pristine power suits, and beautiful smile. Reenie who's badass lawyer skills made what you do for a living seem dull in comparison. Reenie who was so much of a grown up you felt like a little girl watching her mother get dressed for work.
The faceless woman in bed with your boyfriend at a motel adopts Reenie’s physique and a roar of jealousy vibrates in your head so loud it might as well be a swarm of angry bees.  
Frustration, hurt, heartbreak, and anger formed a hard ball in the base of your throat and before you can stop yourself, you pick up the nearest object, a potato,  and throw it as hard as you can at your boyfriend. 
It hits him between his shoulder blades, glancing off his muscular back, before landing on the concrete floor with an audible thud. 
You’d been aiming a little higher, but it does the trick, and it makes you feel a little bit better.
“What the hell?!” Russell turns to stare at you, showing more emotion than he has in the past 12 hours since he got back home. “Did you just throw a potato at me?”
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“Because I-” You hesitate. 
You didn’t want to come out and say it, it was too terrible for you to think about. The man you loved, your best friend, cheating on you, especially after how long the two of you have been together. Instead of answering you pick up another potato.
“Whoa!” Russell holds up his hands in surrender, cracking a signature half-grin that causes another fissure to open in your heart. It was the first time that he’d genuinely smiled at you since he got back. “Didn’t think potatoes were on the list today Sweetheart.” 
“They are now!” You throw it at him, but Russell ducks. The potato sails through the air past him and lands in a colorful tub of summer squash, jarring a produce clerk restocking a display of apples nearby.
You reload. 
“Baby wait!” Russell half ducks behind the cart, preparing for battle. Confusion and a little bit of humor flash in his eyes. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong before you beam me with Mr. Potato-head?”
“You know!” The rough skin of the potato grates against your skin as your grip tightens. 
“No, I don’t.” His gaze flicks to the projectile in your hand. “I mean, I like french fries as much as the next guy, but that’s still a little raw.”
You could feel your frustration and heartbreak swirling and beating into a wildfire in your chest, burning in the air around you as the image of Russell and Reenie writhing in bed together comes skittering back into your mind. Granted, there was a part of you that knew playing dodgeball with potatoes in the grocery store was ridiculous, but you were so upset about what you thought your boyfriend was doing that it was difficult to form the words to express it. 
And throwing potatoes at him seemed like the only option.
"Please put the potato down." Russell says, still half crouched behind the grocery cart. 
“No!” You take aim at his head, cocking up your arm for the next throw.
“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” Russell’s hands are still up in front of him, anticipating your throw, preparing to duck if need be, but his green eyes glint with a playful mirth. “Or are you going to show me what happens when good potatoes go bad?”
He looked like your Russell again, not some statue of the man you were in love with as he had the past few hours. It was infuriating that this was the thing that made him return to normal and not anything else that had happened in the 12 hours since he'd gotten home.
This time you find your words.
“Who is she!?” You screech so loud that everyone in the produce department stops to look over at Russell and you. 
They were probably already watching given the fact that you’d thrown two potatoes at him and were about to unleash a third at any moment. You really hoped that you didn’t end up on the internet or the news, especially because your mother watched it religiously and would call to say “I told you so” about Russell. Ever since you’d brought him home she’d call to ask if you’d broken up with him yet. He still hadn’t won her over and this wouldn’t get him any brownie points. 
“What?” Russell’s smile slips into a confused frown. 
“Who is she?!” 
By now the song “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” has begun to play again over the loudspeakers, the familiar tune echoing above the sounds of the supermarket.
“Who is who?” 
“The girl you’re cheating on me with!”
“What?” Hurt flashes in his eyes followed quickly by surprise. “You think I’m cheating on you? Really? After everything we’ve been through together baby?”
“Don’t you baby me Russell Shaw! You’ve been acting weird since you got back! Avoiding my gaze, acting twitchy, not talking to me, refusing to touch me! Saying that you’re too tired to make love!” That last part you hadn’t meant to shout as loud as you could in the middle of a grocery store on the busiest shopping day of the week. 
The elderly woman shopping for cucumbers on the opposite side of the produce display looks up to watch the two of you. Her eyes drag appreciatively over your boyfriend before picking up a large cucumber from the pile. 
“You think I’m cheating on you because I told you I was tired?” Russell huffs out a laugh. “Baby, I get tired, I’m not a machine-”
“And I heard your little conversation this morning on the phone.” You continue, not smiling, your fingernails curling into the rough skin of the potato in your hand.
You hated that he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. Russell was laid back yes, but even he knew better than to tease you when you were angry, and Russell himself understood when his care-free attitude left little to be desired when you were furious with him. 
“No, I haven’t talked to her yet honey!” You mimic his voice holding up the potato above your head, the axe over a head on a chopping block. 
Hot frustrated tears roll down your cheek, the urge to sob catching under your rib cage, but you swallow it down. 
A part of you wished that you were more calm and collected, not standing in the produce section of your local grocery store with a potato clutched in your hand like mjolnir, crying.
“Sweetheart-” He sighs and extends his hand towards you, intending to bring you some comfort. Some of his hair has fallen forward to frame his face in the commotion, and in a perfect world you would have brushed it back with a gentle smile and a kiss to the tip of his nose, but not this one. 
Heaven is most certainly not a place on earth. 
“No, don't touch me!” You flinch away from his outstretched hands, taking a shaky step backwards, tennis shoes squeaking against the floor. The image of him and Reenie was back, festering beneath your skin, followed by the sound of him whispering on the phone this morning. 
His concerned frown drops into hurt and if your heart wasn’t already broken, that would have done it, seeing Russell look at you that way. 
You’d never deprived him of your touch or the ability to touch you. Something that you’d learned early in your relationship was that deep down Russell longed for more than just one night, more than just a random fling with a woman late at night. He wanted something permanent, especially after he'd spent his entire life having the world slip between his fingers.
He’d had to learn how to be self-sufficient from an early age and deprived himself of what he really wanted for so long. But then he’d met you. 
You knew deep in your heart that Russell longed for your touch and you in more ways than one. Not just for his pleasure, but the gentle lean of your head against his arm when you watched tv or the brace of your hand against his shoulder when you needed to push past him in the small hallway of your apartment or the warm embrace you gave him in the night when he came back to you. For you to take it away from him hurt more than you could ever know. 
He’d had a handful of relationships, but none of them were as long as the one the two of you had and it made you feel proud to know that you were changing things for him, and that you were showing him what a healthy long lasting relationship looked like. 
That was until you started lobbing potatoes at him in the produce department on your favorite shopping day of the week.
“Please, listen to me.” He pleads. This time he doesn’t try to touch you, but hurt flashes through his eyes again. 
It was enough to almost make you cave. You didn’t want to believe that Russell would cheat on you, he never seemed the type for that. Sure he was flirty and spent a long time away from you, but you had trusted him because you’d believed that Russell honored your relationship the same way you did. 
“Why should I? It all makes sense. You’ve been acting distant since you got back, you won’t touch me, you won’t even kiss me-”
“Can you please listen to me for one second?” He interrupts before running his hand through his hair to give it something to do, avoiding the urge to reach out for you again.
“No, I don't want to hear any of your excuses!”
Russell says your name in a frustrated tone. “It was my sister on the phone this morning.”
“Do you always talk to your sister at 4 am? Or oh, maybe it was Jake from Statefarm!” You roll your eyes. “How stupid do you think I am?”
“I don’t think you’re stupid. I’ve never thought you were stupid. It was Dory!”
“Then what was so important at 4 am that you couldn’t wait to talk to her?”
“Oh for the love of- This!” Russell thrusts his hand into the pocket of his army jacket, before he shoves something into your empty hand.
Your gaze falls to the small blue velvet box cradled in your palm, looking at it for a minute too long, the angry tornado inside making it hard to process what it is.
“Russell? What is this?”
“I called Dory because I needed her to give me a pep talk. I was too much in my head last night. And when I asked Colter the other day he didn’t help at all.” He cracks a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I wasn’t too surprised by that, my brother has never been as smooth or as smart as me.”
“To do what?” You ask hesitantly. 
Russell hesitates, measuring what he's going to say. The foreign nervous glint is back in your boyfriend's gaze, the one you'd seen since he came back. The same one that made you think your boyfriend had been abducted by aliens.
“Propose.” Russell rubs the back of his neck looking sheepish. “I was going to do this somewhere special, you know? Outside that taco truck we like or at least over dinner. Not a damn grocery store.”
You thought you were going to die of shock right there.
“You were going to propose?” Your voice comes out a little hesitant and squeaky. The potato in your other hand drops to the floor, the sound of it hitting the concrete thunderous. 
“Yeah. That’s why I had to tack on a few extra days to my trip. I wanted to talk to your dad in person, this didn’t seem like the kinda thing to ask over the phone.” 
“What?” Your mouth drops open in surprise. “You asked my dad?”
Russell nods. “I was surprised he said yes. I don’t think I’m exactly a favorite when it comes to you parents.”  He huffs out an awkward laugh, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “I didn’t mean to be so distant, but I wanted it to be perfect. And each time I tried to think of a way to do it or try to figure out what to say I couldn’t. That’s a first for me Sweetheart, we both know that I don’t have any problems talking.” 
Oh my damn, I literally accused him of cheating. I’m a terrible person. 
“I was tired last night.” Russell continues. “But I did want to make love, fuck baby, I always want to make love to you, but I was worried that I would propose to you at the wrong time.” 
“The wrong time?” You swipe the back of your hand over your cheeks with a sniffle. 
“We both know that I’m not good at controlling what I say when you’ve got your hands all over me. Especially not when you’re in my lap riding me to high heaven.” Russell’s smirk makes your cheeks flush. 
There’s an awkward silence that fills the air between the two of you as your gaze drops to the box in your hand. 
I don’t deserve him.
“Are you sure that you still want to marry me? Even after I thought you were cheating?” The question comes out in a whisper, guilt tugging at your heart.
You hated that you’d treated him that way, assumed that he would be the kind of guy to cheat on you. Deep down in your heart you knew that Russell wasn’t the type, but it made you feel even more guilty for accusing him of that. 
Russell steps forward reaching out to you, but hesitates, his smile faltering. “Can I touch you now?”
“Yes.”
The relieved sigh that he releases when he pulls you into his tight embrace makes more tears spill from your red eyes. You hated that you’d said that to him, that you’d deprived him of the one thing he needed since the moment the two of you met. He tucks you into the little you-shaped nook between his shoulder and his throat, arms wrapping around you warm and familiar. It feels more like home than anywhere else. 
“Baby, nothing’s going to stop me from that. You could be a zombie with rotting lips infested with maggots and I’d still be the luckiest guy on the planet because I got to marry you.” His words rumble up his chest against your cheek.
“And you thought you didn’t have anything romantic to say.” You say with a giggle, squeezing him tight. 
“Zombies? That’s what does it for you?” Your boyfriend's chuckle shakes your body as his hand smoothes over your back, the motion calming your racing heart.
You sniffle out a laugh, nuzzling further into his chest. By now you were sure there were tears and snot on his t-shirt, but Russell doesn’t care, not when he has you in his arms again. 
“So is this a yes or are you just feeling really sorry for throwing potatoes at me?” He murmurs into the top of your head. 
“Say yes sweetie, or I will.” The elderly woman who was shopping for cucumbers stage whispers from your left. 
You didn’t know that she was still standing there, but all it did was bring a wave of embarrassment over you thinking of everything that you’d yelled at your boyfriend and done with the potatoes at your local grocery store. 
Damn it, I’m going to have to start shopping somewhere else.  
You pull back from Russell’s chest to stare up into the warm gaze of the man who’d always been there for you. “Yes.” You nod. 
The kiss he gives you is the one that you wanted when he came home. The rough scrape of beard against soft skin, the tangle of his tongue in your mouth, the warmth that bubbles up from the deep to swallow you whole as you lose yourself in the man you love, and the soft gasp that comes when Russell drags you further into him with a growl that rumbles through his muscular chest. 
“Now can we please go back to the apartment?” He rasps, warm hands holding on to your cheeks as if you’re going to slip away, his green eyes darkening with his words before they rake across your body. “I’d like to celebrate our engagement the old fashioned way. Unless you want to keep playing hot-potato?”
“No. We can go home.”
“Baby-” Russell rumbles once more, leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re already there.”
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yandereunsolved · 17 hours ago
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Good timezone, I was rewatching some of those “Gotham FYP” tiktoks from a couple months ago and I wanted to ask you a question. If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you? Personally, either Jason or Damian.
Dick is out bc I feel like I’d give him something as a thank you and then I’d never know peace again. I don’t mind clingy but trouble follows that guy like a deranged stalker ex 😭. Which would just make me want to help him? Like yeah sure Nightwing. You can totally crash on the couch while I’m at work, need any Tylenol? There’s soup in the fridge. Byeeee
Tim is out bc I don’t want to be saved by someone who can hack me and know my ao3 history/tumblr account. If I ever need to be saved again I feel like he’d know my fanfic preferences, and I’d know he’d know. Then he’d know that I know that he knows. Can’t have that.
Batman is out bc, and I mean this respectfully, he’d scare the shit out of me. The whole appear and disappear into the shadows thing would cause me to faint or panic and end up knocking myself out. That’d be humiliating. It would keep me up at night and I can’t have that. Or worse, I ask a dumb question. “How often do people ask you if you’re a vampire? Follow-up question, how often do people quote twilight to you?”
I picked Jason bc he won’t hurt you unless you’re selling drugs to kids or apart of violent crime, I’ve done neither and plan to never do either, so I’m safe. For now. Plus if I give him a “thank you” gift, he’d be the most chill about it. Plus, depending on the run, I just really like his costume and want to see it up close. Double plus, red is my favorite color, so he’s therefore my favorite.
I picked Damian bc if it’s kid Damian, I’d love to know how he’d react to being called “the sword Robin”, and I feel like his sassy remarks would snap me out of any possible panic I may have. If it’s adult Damian then I get to see some pretty cool assassin techniques. Win-win. I’d also would want to see if I could get him to infodump about animals.
Oh! Good question, anon. I dug this out of the archives because for some reason it got lost in all my drafts.
"If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you?"
I'd have to choose Dick or Jason.
First of all, he will not be immune to the dick jokes. There are just so many jokes I could make and after being saved, I feel like I would accidentally make one. And then I'd probably be questioned about how I know his indentity, but like- "Where's Dick?" "I need Dick!" "Dick is stuck between a rock and a hard place." I already don't know peace. And he's less likely to send my body into shutdown panic attack mode.
Jason because of the reasons you stated previously. I am not a violent criminal or anyone on any category that he'd want to harm. Despite appearing frightening he is quite chill. So I feel like he'd be pretty chill with me. And I would just wanna touch his mask. :3
Batman, Damian, & Tim are out for me.
I feel like I would make Bruce suspicious. Like I'd be like "T-Thank you, B-Bruce. I mean Batman!" Just like the thing with Dick. While Dick may be chiller with it, I don't trust 'I'm fine with making kids child soldiers Mc traumatized man'. I'd more likely to be assaulted by him or harshly interrogated. My throat would shutdown and I'd just be standing there with wide eyes. Like bro chill tf out. Take a Xanax or something. Does Alfred not slip baby pain meds into your food when you're being stubborn?
Damian is too violent for me. Sure he's flashy but he can also be very bratty. I don't need to be insulted (victim blamed) for getting into a vulnerable position and needing help. I love Damian... but he's more of a dick than the dude named Dick. I can also be a smartass so I feel like the two of us would end up bickering.
Tim, yeah. I feel like he'd cyberstalk me. And then he would be walking around as a civilian and would geek out. Dude is into yanderes. I can feel it in my bones. "You're yandereunsolved right? I love your works. I really think how you portray [insert character] is super close to canon. I also have a Tumblr account. Wanna be moots?" And then that's how I would end up with yandere Tim. I'd never be able to write or read fanfics in peace again.
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