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if any1 wants more of me follow my twt at sydsterbater

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Alright gonma delete my asks n reopen requests (no promises to get them done, but im willing to try!!)

im gonna add tim drake to my list of characters— just req random characters its been so long ill tell u if im down!!

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Yay you’re back! How have you been? How was your Halloween?

HIII!!! It was actually pretty good,, i was a little water color zombie :3

HBU??

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Well, if you wanted honesty (that's all you had to say)

He slumps against you now, once everything is set and done, leaning his sweaty forehead against your shoulder. His bangs, wet cold from the rain outside, tickle at your back. You don’t think much of it when you settle a hand on his back, nearly cradling him. He needs the comfort just as much as you do. pairing: tim drake x reader warning: brief mention of anxiety medication, implied panic attack word count: 1.6k

Red Robin would have been more lucky had he landed on your neighbor’s apartment just next door instead of yours.

You are majoring in journalism at college, despite how much your mother would have wanted you to become a doctor, so you have few first aid knowledge or even the cool head to deal with the shock. 

So really, he would have been better off slipping through her window and not yours, but it’s a friday night and you declined her invitation to go out around an hour ago, so you know he would have just found an empty apartment.

He has you, and only you, for better or for worse.

It’s a terrible, gruesome sight; a dark silhouette in the shape of a man slumped against the wall and a trail of blood following from the window.

You’re alone in your apartment, clad on some old pajamas and a messy bun. There’s an empty ramen cup on the coffee table leftover from your dinner and some trashy reality show playing in the background. You’d rather die a hundred times over before having a vigilante see you like this, uncared for and wide open, and the embarrassment still lingers even after the horror has long since settled in.

It’s silly, and stupid, and so so inconsequential in the mortal scheme of the scene playing out right in the middle of your living room, but you’ve been infatuated with Red Robin since he was just Robin, and a decade worth of daydreams crashes hard against your predicament. You didn’t want to meet him like this.

It takes you half a minute to adjust. Your hands are shaking when you lean against the sink of the bathroom, looking through your cupboard in search of your anxiety meds. If you’re already barely useful to Red Robin as you are, you’re definitely useless on the verge of a panic attack. By the time you are back to Red Robin’s side it’s easier to breathe and you bring a first aid kit with you. You hope you don’t look as terrified as you feel.

Red Robin is breathing through his mouth, clutching both hands to a belt buckled around his hips. A big puddle of red has started pooling around him on the floor, and it takes you a minute to realize the red around his belly is darker than his suit. You grab at his hands and take a deep breath, thinking your words over.

“I need to see the wound.” He is eerily quiet and tense to the touch. He doesn’t trust you and you don’t trust him either. Despite your fondness for him over other vigilantes you don’t know him, he showed up uninvited and you are scared. This is a situation of wary hospitality, some sort of leap of faith between the both of you.

Slowly he relents, perhaps because he’s too tired and hazy to put up a fight, or maybe because he sees good faith in your eyes. Whatever the case, you get to work.

The belt doesn’t come off easily and at some point you just settle on cutting it off. Red Robin weakly gestures to one of the pockets, where you find more first aid supplies; a medical needle, stitches, painkillers and some sort of dark lump that reveals itself to be a retractable tourniquet when you accidentally press a bottom. 

The implication that he has to carry around a travel size tourniquet makes you dizzy, thinking about just what kind of job he expects to take on, but you don’t dwell on it because you have already taken a dose of your meds and another one would be no use.

His suit is skin tight and he has to help you lift the shirt to see the wound. His body is sticky with sweat and the blood doesn’t make it any better. For a fleeting moment you think about calling emergencies, what do heroes do when they get hurt? Surely you would have seen more of Batman’s cryptic team during your childhood at the hospital if that were the case. Perhaps some sort of private clinic for vigilantes, paid for by the Justice League? Maybe they just dropped in unannounced at a stranger’s house expecting patching up and it was like one of those things everyone knew but no one mentioned.

“Believe me, this is a first.”

There’s a slight smile teasing at his words and despite the situation you shudder, followed up by an intense blushing in your cheeks and ears. God, did you really say that outloud?

“I just-” you stop in your tracks for a minute, focusing on the blood in your nails and fingers, “this doesn’t make any sense,” you admit, frowning slightly.

Red Robin leans his head against the windowsill, letting out a shudder. His shoulders relax the slightest bit, you hear the beating of his heart and his ragged breaths. He’s in pain, awake perhaps only because he can’t afford to fall asleep on a stranger. You never thought you’d find yourself here.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me either,” he whispers in the end. You can’t tell if he’s looking you in the eyes because of his domino mask, and there’s resentment in your mind for a second because he barged in, seeing you at your most vulnerable, while you can’t even know the color of his eyes. It feels a little unfair and it makes you understand, in a way, all those criticisms of secret vigilantes and superheroes whose identities the public doesn’t know.

But you don’t entertain the thought, because even if just from the remains of your childhood wonder, there’s the littlest of belief in Batman and Robin.

Red Robin tries to guide you, but he slips in and out of consciousness throughout and you can’t remain stagnant while he’s out of it. He tells you he’s bleeding from a bullet wound and that his communications were cut short before he had to run for it and look for shelter. By the time he realized, he was alone, half delirious and in desperate need of medical aid. He doesn’t tell you why he went to your place, exactly, and you have half your mind to know it wasn’t a mistake. Bats don’t make reckless decisions, especially not Red Robin, but you bite your tongue and hold it in. Distrust would do neither of you any good.

Thankfully the bullet pierced cleanly all the way through and you don’t have to look for bits or pieces to take out. By the time you’re done disinfecting Red Robin’s taken a few painkillers and he doesn’t sound as in pain, if not a little hazy from blood loss. The staple you got earlier from his belt saves you the trouble of sewing the wound, the bleeding has already stopped and you can comfortably work on it while he drinks some cold water from the fridge, hissing whenever you place a new stitch.

Sweat dots your brow once you’re done, letting out a heavy sigh. Red Robin is much the same, cold to the touch and yet hot when he breathes against your neck. As time passed he leaned closer and closer to you, whispering and instructing, sometimes even leaning on you for support when a sudden wave of weakness hit him and he was left stumbling.

He slumps against you now, once everything is set and done, leaning his sweaty forehead against your shoulder. His bangs, wet cold from the rain outside, tickle at your back. You don’t think much of it when you settle a hand on his back, nearly cradling him. He needs the comfort just as much as you do.

The TV sets an eerie light on the both of you, and in the quiet of the room you help Red Robin stand up and settle on your couch. His white bandages a contrast against the colorful cushions and a blanket you hand him without a word.

“I’ll leave in the morning,” you hear him say sleepily once he’s tucked in, looking at you almost shamefully. You come to a full stop on the doorway, just about to leave for the corridor and then your bedroom, ready to settle for sleep just as much as Red Robin. Now that everything is over, you are uncharacteristically sore for the one that hasn’t been shot.

“I know,” you say, after taking a moment to drink him in. You know his face from photos, or at least what you’ve seen over the years of ever changing masks and cowls. His youthful cheeks that were once Robin’s baby features are gone, replaced by a sharp jaw and cutting features. He’s grown up much like you, even if he’s felt like an eternal teen boy heartthrob crush for your high school years.

You don’t know what to make of it, of him, of this or even of you, of the you that’s resurfaced today even if just for the smallest of moments or the quiet bond that’s bloomed between you. Because it means something to you, and luckily it’s the same for him.

“Don’t stain my cushions,” you say, the slightest hint of amusement in your voice. “Even if you’re Red Robin, i’ll foot you the bill.”

He blinks owlishly at you, hit by your shamelessness into quiet bafflement.

“Goodnight,” you say at last, leaving before he gets out a word.

In the morning he’s gone just like he said, and yet you are surprised to see a single note on the counter.

‘I’ll bring you new cushions, thanks for the help’.

It’s signed only with ‘Red’, but you didn’t expect much else. It makes you wonder though, when exactly he’ll bring over those new cushions.

an: i'm soso sleepy rn i'd elaborate on my process but its rlly late and i have class tmrw, i hope everyone enjoys this mwah !!!

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Syd's back baby

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maybe the real tom holland mpreg was the friends we made along the way

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Hi so recently i've seen alot of mpreg things about spideypool since i love Spiderman but i can't get around one thing. The writer use tom Holland version of spierman but this version have only 15 years old and yes he said that on one movie, so i've searched in my mind and i've got a good alternative for the spideypool. I use the tobey maguire's version of spider man since he's older so yeah if you got it I'm gonna write and draw some spideypool but not with any other version than tobey maguire so please don't ask me to do it with tom holland's version

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MY ACC WITH THE NEW UPDATE IS YOU CAN USE THUS RUGHT???

SYD YOUR HERE

STOP I DIDNT SEE THIS HIHIHIHIHI

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IM LIKE ONLT EVER ACTIVE ON DISCORD IF YOU WANT MY DISC!! (i have no clue how to use the new update)

SYD YOUR HERE

STOP I DIDNT SEE THIS HIHIHIHIHI

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TIRED BUT GOOD I MISSED U, HOW R U???????

SYD YOUR HERE

STOP I DIDNT SEE THIS HIHIHIHIHI

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SYD YOUR HERE

STOP I DIDNT SEE THIS HIHIHIHIHI

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meow :3

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Obey me x Reader

-> mk guys i've decided that mc is nothing like me but i love them,, so i made mc a dateable character and this is the x-reader

-> warnings, none + reader is gn! bc so am i, mc uses she/her pronouns.

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"No, man. I'm a busy demon, you have to understand that." You growl into the phone, eyes rolling as the man you spoke to pissed you off.

"Do not talk down to me, I am the demon kings second born and he will not tolerate you're belittlement, would you like me to bring it up to him?" You hiss, walking through the large ballroom.

You were so distracted by the man on the phone that you hardly noticed the guests Diavolo had over, pacing passed them as he stopped you.

"Y/n..!" Diavolo extended a hand to you, arm pressed in front of your torso. "This is Y/n, my younger sibling. Y/n, these are the exchange students; Solomon, Mc, Simeon, and Luke."

You look up from your phone, annoyance disolving as you hung up your phone, extending your hand with a charismatic smile.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Simeon was first to step forward, a smile tugging on his lips as he shook your hand eagerly. "I've heard so much about you, you work in the Celestial Realm often, do you not?"

"I do, on occasion. I believe I've had the pleasure of tasting your baked goods. Best in the Realm." He beamed at your compliment, stepping back— Luke didn't shake your hand, his bottom lip pressed into a pout.

Solomon took your hand next, though you two had already met just as well. "Pleasure to see you again, Y/n." You nod, offering a smile before looking at Mc.

Mc was beautiful, it was an interesting sensation for you. You had never met her, she really was just a normal human citizen. It made her more curious, more intriguing. You'd dealt with everyone in every realm, besides someone.. well, normal.

She stepped forward, beaming brightly as she offered you her hand— it was warm, she was warm. Everything about her was warm, she was like the sun in many ways.

You managed to keep your cool, taking her hand and shaking it as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I've been dying to meet you, Y/n! Diavolo talks so highly of you— he said you liked the human world, I brought you a couple trinkets.. though I know that may be odd, is that odd?"

She seemed to second guess herself, her hand still gripping yours— head tilted up so her eyes could meet yours. "Odd, but in a pleasant way. I appreciate it, I mean, really appreciate it."

She grinned brightly once more, pulling her hand from yours. This left Lucifer to offer a cough, alerting Mc that everyone else was still there.

"Sorry!" She swallowed, waving her hands around defensively as she took a couple steps back. Mammon pulled you into a quick hand shake, greeting you before Lucifer called the group away.

Diavolo silently signalled for you to come along, which you did.

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-> this is part I of more, i want to see engagement first !!

-> leave ur opinion,, plus send in asks for the brothers if you'd like i'm new to writing for obey me tbh <3

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okay guys someone send in a request NOW challenge.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

y’know what it really is?

remus x reader but he’s a bad liar and reader knows he leaves to visit sirius every night.

wait. WAIT BECAUSE-

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You loved Remus, really, you did.

But he lies. Every night in bed you feel his side dip, a sigh escaping his lips. His back is always to you, yours always to his. Your covered up in the scraggly blanket James got you for christmas. It’s easy to recognize the sound of Remus slipping on his boots. You’ve heard it all before, after all. He doesn’t know you lie awake next to him. Or maybe he does, but chooses to not say anything.

The worst part is that you can’t even be mad at him. You’ve only been together two years now, it should hurt more, but there’s something about this whole situation that was predictable from the start. Remus has always been close with Sirius, after all. But even then—the sound of him pushing off the bed, springs clanking, only makes you hug yourself closer.

He’s already at the door, peaking it open when you speak. “Remus,” It’s a whisper. A plea of his name. He doesn’t jump, or freeze, he turns. Even with the light of the crescent outside you can only make out the jagged scar across his face—but you know his expression by heart now. “Sirius?”

He sighs. You nod. “I’ll see you when you come back.”

“I’m sorry.” And he is. But you only manage a shake of your head, turning over in your shared bed so he can only see your back. “Y/n—”

“Don’t, just go. It’s okay,” You breath shakily, and you half expect him to come back at the sound. But he doesn’t. He stands idly by the door.

His voice comes out gently. “I wish it were different.”

You have to stop and wonder how it would be if it were, but there’s no use fantasizing. “Do you love him?” Remus doesn’t answer. His hand is still wrapped around the door knob, the only noise you can hear is the wind whistling outside. But even that is dulled. You take your answer in his silence and nod. “Alright.”

“Wait—” He’s back-tracking and for a moment you swear his feet scrape against the wooden floor.

“Go to him, Remus.”

It hurts less to let him go than to endure anymore. And of course you still love Remus, and always will. But the way he intakes a sharp breath at the permission is enough for you to know this is what he wants. “I’m sorry Y/n,” Is his answer. The creaking of the door opening fills the room. “I still love you.”

“I know Remus,” You sigh, staring ahead at his side of the bed. “But you love Sirius more. It’s okay, i’d rather you admit that than lie to me.”

Remus hesitates, before pushing out the breath he’d sucked in. “Thank you.”

You don’t answer. You hear him move, and then the door shuts. He takes precaution in walking quietly down the hall, like he’s always done. Your heart clenches but you don’t shed a tear. This is what’s right. You couldn’t keep him away from the real light in his life.

AHHHHHHHHH sorry ☹️

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THIS IS SO SWEET ILYSM <333

send me this and i'll assign you a wandavision character you remind me of. (moots only)

CURIOUS AGAIN!! tysm <33

omg hi, syd! you remind me of a mix between both wanda AND vision, like take both of their best traits and then you get you!! <3

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TAKE UR TIME NOVA !! its always important to look after urself !!

i wish u all the confidence in the world <333

hey guys!! hru? i hope well <3

i've been thinking about this for a while now and i think i've made a final decision. i'm going to take a break from writing. not quitting lol, just taking a break. i've found my confidence in my writing has dwindled, which then makes writing not fun for me anymore bc i'm just constantly thinking what i write is complete trash. i think i need to step back and take a break for a bit. i'll still do events (lol ofc) and post moodboards and ideas/concepts like these, but not headcanons, blurbs and fics for a bit. idk how long, but long enough until i want to start back again.

i'll keep the current requests in my inbox, to possibly do when i want to write again.

thanks so much for understanding!!

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