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Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader

Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)

You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.

This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”

Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.

You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.

“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.

He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.

“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”

Your cheeks burn a little.

“So do you! Come in.”

San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.

“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”

“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.

San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.

“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”

“What's first on the list?”

“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”

You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.

As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.

You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.

“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.

San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.

“My favorite thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”

“Who is your favorite person, then?”

You feed him another pepperoni.

“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.

San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.

He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.

You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.

***

The pizzas burnt in the oven.

You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.

“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”

“Making friendship bracelets!”

After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”

San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”

“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.

“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.

You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.

San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.

“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.

San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.

His love for you is big.

After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.

San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.

A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Dance off!” You shouted.

San laughed.

“We both know who will win.”

“Me of course.”

“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.

San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.

“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.

San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.

“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”

You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.

“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”

You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”

San sits up smirking.

“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.

“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.

“You did.”

“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”

San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.

“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.

Your face goes hot.

“Oh, hush.”

“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.

You smiled a little saying, “I do.”

“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.

***

Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.

But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.

“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.

“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.

“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.

You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.

“San?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how I'm your favorite person?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.

“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭

Ateez with their short s/o

Requested: Ateez's reactions to their short s/o tries to jump on the countertop to reach something.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to actually get to this. But hopefully, you still enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Seonghwa: When he sees you trying to jump on the countertop. He rushes over standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch you if you fall. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He would ask in a slight panic. All you wanted to do was get your favorite snack without bothering your boyfriend. When you almost fell back. Seonghwa freaks and helps you down, scolding you a bit before he reaches up to grab your snack for you.

Hongjoong: At first he doesn't pay any attention to what you are doing. He watches you jump up and down to try to get what you want. "Uh, Y/n do you need help?" he would ask. You'll tell him "N-No I got it." As you struggled to get what you wanted. He would watch you as you climb up the countertop. He's scared thinking you were going to hurt yourself. He stands behind you. Carefully watching each of your movements. His reflexes are fast when he thinks you made a wrong move. Stressing him tf out.

Jongho: He rushes up to you when he sees you on the countertop trying to reach for your favorite package of Ramen. “You're going to hurt yourself y/n here. Let me help you.” He would say. But you're very adamant about getting the ramen yourself without his help. “I got this!” You would say. But clearly, you didn't then slip off the countertop scaring the shit out of Jongho. He catches you. Checking to see if you are okay.

San: When he walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to jump up on the countertop. He comes over to you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?!” He would say. He has told you a million times if you couldn't reach something, come and ask for his help. But there was that part of you that wanted to be independent enough to get something yourself without his help. “I'll get it for you.” he's sweet about. Kisses the top of your head.

Yeosang: Seeing you on the countertop puts him in protective mode. He tries not to freak out because he doesn't want you to freak out because he's freaking out. He uses a gentle voice as he talks to you helping you down. He knows you have been trying not to bug him about getting things for you that were high up. But Yeosang would rather you bug him nonstop to get whatever you wanted. “Y/n, what if you were to hurt yourself?” He would say. A kiss to your hairline.

Mingi: He watches you for a second to see what you're trying to do. When jumping up, trying to grab the cereal doesn't help you. You decide to climb up the countertop. He rushes up to you looking up at you. “Get down before you fall!” He would say. Of course, you didn't think you would fall. You did this a bunch of times when he wasn't home, so you were good until you tried getting down with the cereal and fell into Mingi. He scolds you but makes sure his girl isn't hurt.

Yunho: Yunho had gotten you a step stool a few months ago. That way, you could use it to reach for what you needed. But according to you, you were tall enough to reach for anything and refused to use the step stool. So when he walks into the kitchen and sees you on top of the countertop trying to get bowls for dinner, he's a little upset and afraid you would fall if you weren't careful. He helps you down and flicks your forehead and you pout. “Listen here shorty use the step stool next time. I don't care how tall you think you are, but you're too short to be doing this. You could hurt yourself and I don't wanna see my girl hurt.” he would tell you.

Wooyoung: He did freak out seeing you on the countertop. He's cussing in Korean and trying to get you to come down. You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as you reach for a package of your favorite cookies. “Y/n are you crazy? Why didn't you ask for my help?” he would say as he helped you down. “Because I could get it myself.” You would tell him. He pinches your cheeks. “No, you couldn't if you were climbing up on countertops. Next time, get a chair or come get me.”

Hey gurrl I'm new to your blog I absolutely love you stories and was wondering if I could ask one for cha eunwoo I can find an blk female book on him and it frustrating 😭😭

Well the company there are in is hybe

Cha eunwoo is a well established idol and actor while yn is still a trainee that eunwoo fell in love with and as been flirting with but she is an oblivions person so until he told her before she knew. Cha eunwoo age same as current while since yn is a trainee I would say 18

Soo sorry for the long ass quest😘🙏🏾

a/n: omg sorry it took me forever to freaking get to this! Please forgive me. I wrote this in one night so I didn't have much time to check for grammar so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.

Eunwoo waits for you after practice. Every day. Always at the door. He waits. The other trainees would playfully poke fun singing KISSING the nursery rhyme as they walk out giggling passing the older male. You're sweaty, your limbs feel like jelly and a tired smile smoothes onto your face every time you see Eunwoo. And damn he loves your smile. It reminds him of the early days of summer when the weather still felt a little nicer.

Sometimes you and Eunwoo didn't need to speak. There was that silent talk that said more. When his eyes said more too but you never notice the way he looked at you. The little pleading behind his dark eyes for you to look at him a little longer and the little hint of love hidden in his irises for you to find.

There's a close enough space between you and Eunwoo as you walk beside him. He intentionally lets the back of his hand brush against yours, just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact was enough for him though he craved more than that.

“Practice go well?”

“I kept getting the steps wrong again and the teacher scolded me.” you pouted.

Eunwoo pets your head. “Do you want to practice with me?”

He knew the dance by heart. He sometimes watched in on you and other trainees to see how you were progressing.

“Oh...No I know you're super busy preparing for your new drama. I don't want to bother you."

“You won't be,” he said. “You just need someone to fully break everything down to you.”

“Thanks. I'd really appreciate that.”

For you, Eunwoo doesn't mind doing things like this even if his schedule is going to be super busy. He can always make the time for you.

Eunwoo took you to your favorite cafe, down the street from the company's building. Instead of you ordering for yourself, Eunwoo orders for you, knowing your drink combo by heart.

You never had any real friends growing up, even with the other trainees you've been with for almost a year, you still weren't sure if you could consider them friends. But with Eunwoo, you consider him to be your best friend. You and he did the things best friends do, talk in the way best friends do, send TikTok videos back and forth, with “Lol this reminds me of you.” or “This is so us.”

Eunwoo pays for your drink like he always does. And you would shove your money at him to take it. He never does. He's a good friend.

It's when you're both sitting outside the cafe, enjoying the nice weather that Eunwoo is staring at you, watching you drink from your cup. He's staring so long that you become a little insecure.

You choke on a laugh asking, “W-Why are you staring?”

“Staring?” Eunwoo's thick dark brown cock's up.

“Yeah...At me.”

“I'm not starting.”

“You're doing it now.”

“I'm not.” Then he looks away down at his drink while folding the corners of a white paper napkin that's under his cup. “You, um... You look really pretty today.”

You laughed. He expected that. Your voice carries with the slight breeze that pushes by. “I'm not.” You said. “And after sweating all day, I'm surprised you don't think I smell.”

You raise your arm to get a whiff of yourself. Not so bad.

Eunwoo lets himself look at you. But don't full-blown stare at you. He tries to focus on the small things on you; like the yellow mustard stain on the front of your baby blue crop top that you tried your hardest to clean after lunch, then he looks at the lavender scrunchie on your wrist that he gave you back in April, you always wore it as good luck. He looks at the baby hairs on your arm. Then lastly, at the scar on your chin, you had gotten when you were five from your older cousin.

“Even after practice, you're still pretty,” he said.

Now that you think about it. This was Eunwoo's first time calling you pretty and you weren't sure why that coming from him made you feel like you were dancing on your tippy toes.

“You never called me pretty before.”

But he has a billion times in his head.

“Y/n, just accept my compliment.” he smiles. Of course he wanted to move along with the whole pretty thing because damn he wouldn't be able to explain why he thought you were pretty.

Or maybe he could. Or maybe he couldn't.

If someone were to ask him to name the five things he thought were pretty about you, he'd say, “Five isn't enough.”

“Why am I suddenly pretty?” You pressed him playfully.

Eunwoo rips the corner of the napkin under his drink, balls it in a tiny ball, and throws it at your face.

“Did I say pretty?”

“You did.”

“Hmm, I think you misheard me.”

“I didn't.”

“I think you did.” he laughs.

“Why are you denying it now?”

“Denying what?”

“That you called me pretty?”

“Did I call you pretty?”

“Eunwoo, stop messing with me,” you whined.

He winks at you getting up from the table and grabbing his cup and napkin. “I always thought you were pretty. I just never dared to actually say it out loud.” he walks away from the table.

You hop up grabbing your cup as you rush alongside Eunwoo. Slapping your hand out over his forehead, you checked for a fever.

“No fever,” you mumbled. Your hand fell away. “Do friends usually find their friends pretty?”

“Yeah, all the time,” Eunwoo said.

Yeah, but calling your friend pretty while you were in love with them was a different kind of pretty.

“Oh,” you said. You threw your cup in a trash can and so did Eunwoo.

“I think you're just as pretty.”

Eunwoo's face warms up. “D–Don't say that.”

“It's true though. Like your visuals are killer.” You gushed over him and damn, that made him want to stop walking and kiss you.

The walk back to the company was short. Your day wasn't over yet since you had vocal practice in the evening that lasted way later than you wanted to. You and Eunwoo linger in the company's lobby for a few minutes, just talking.

“I want to tell you something before you go,” Eunwoo said.

“Oh, What is it?”

Eunwoo looks around at the few people walking through the lobby, he grabs your hand pulling you to a more private area without listening ears. His heart beats a little faster. His hands get a little sweaty. His words are a little stuck now.

“I like being your friend.”

“Eunowoo, I like being your friend too!” you smiled up at him. And that man could have melted in his shoes.

“Being friends is nice, but I don't think I want to be friends anymore,” he said quietly.

“Did I do something wrong?” There's a creak in your voice.

Eunwoo cups your face with his warm hands that burn at your cheeks. “Of course not, Y/n.”

“Then why don't you wanna be friends anymore?”

“Because....” he paused. “I want something more with you than just a friendship.”

“What do you mean?”

Eunwoo playfully rolled his eyes. “I want us to be together.”

“We're together now.”

He laughs. “No, like I want us to be together together.”

“As in....” You trailed off.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Ooooh like that.” you smiled warmly.

“Yeah. Like that,” he said. “I've always been in love with you.” it's the way he says it that felt like a soft landing.

“You have?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“The first time you smiled and said hello to me.”

Falling in love with you had been easy. You made it easy for him without even knowing it.

“Oh, god, not that time when I had a milk mustache.” You made a funny face that made Eunwoo laugh.

“Yeah, that time.” That was his favorite little memory of you.

You took Eunwoo by surprise when you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Your kiss felt like heaven, like it was the sweetest thing, your lips perfect against his, and he could kiss you every day for hours, if that's even possible.

He kissed you back, his lips moving with urgency, like if he didn't kiss you enough or make it deeper enough you would just disappear. You feel his lips pulled into a smile.

“I love you, Y/n.”

Shallow

Yandere Batfam x Merfolk Reader ♧romantic♣︎

Aquaman, Aqualad, Mera, and any other underwater hero’s and creatures don’t exist in this.

||-→ I tried to make each pov a different style of writing ||

There was something so captivatingly beautiful about observing the humans from below the surface, as they went about their daily lives, traversing the Metro-Narrows Bridge. The elders had always warned you to keep your distance from the world above, but you couldn't resist sneaking glances at the peculiar, moving metal boxes zooming across the streets, or the striking figures donning vibrant spandex who soared through the skies at night.

The bridge, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, cast an ethereal light across the water of the river. This sight, enhanced by the night, would always catch your attention, especially when they appeared. Moving in and out of the shadows, darting around or simply standing on the railing, lost in their own worlds.

You had grown fond of observing them as they soared through the night sky, reminiscent of the graceful movements of swans. Their elegance was effortless, seemingly defying gravity as they traversed the air. It was in those moments, watching the sky people glide past, that you were struck by the rawness of their beauty.

You never dared to come too close to the surface during the day, the haunting tales from your pod serving as a constant reminder of the horrors that existed above the water. But the night was a different story; it’s when you were more willing to take risks. The darkness provided the perfect cover, shrouding you in obscurity as the humans slept.

Though you supposed that the real reason you continued to venture up to the surface was because it was the time that they emerged, gliding through the air and gracefully traversing the buildings. Their shadows, illuminated by the silvery light of the moon, seemed to dance in perfect harmony with the night. Always seeming to captivate your attention in a way that no underwater creatures could.

However, on this particular night, you noticed something out of the ordinary. One of the usually lively land creatures was sluggish and listless, moving with none of the fluid grace that you had come to admire. A deep crimson liquid seeped through the fabric of his suit, spattering across the spandex and staining it a dark, ominous hue.

You cautiously approached the surface, swimming closer than you had ever dared to before. Slowly, you emerged, peering just above the water's edge.

You couldn’t see the human clearly, obscured as he was by the sizable drop between the bridge and the water below, but the scent he carried was undeniable. There was something utterly alluring about his aroma. It was a stark contrast to the familiar scents of salt and oil you were used to underwater. You haven't come across anything even remotely similar to it before.

The land dweller was undeniably beautiful.

A loud crash shattered the silence, jolting your attention back to reality. Your gills flared out in alarm, and in your surprise, the soft bioluminescent glow of your tail dimmed down, a natural response to the potential threat.

You backed away, submerging yourself down into the safety that the depths of the water provided. Your gaze fixating on the figure in the distance, decorated in his familiarly vibrant red and yellow attire. This one hastily making his way to the blue-clad human's side, concern decorated across his face, his actions imbued with urgency. Mask torn from his face.

With a heavy sigh, you turned your back from the scene unfolding above, releasing a flurry of bubbles that rose to the surface. Your pods stern warnings echoing in your mind, a constant reminder of the dangers that lay in the world above.

You make it no more than fifteen feet before a thunderous splash shatters the silence, the seawaters ripples rolling across your skin and triggering an involuntary shiver, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your tail instinctively sprung into action, propelling you back with a rapid, powerful flick.

With a sudden movement, your arms encircled the man's sinking frame, securing a firm grip on his sides. Your eyes widening in shock at the contact, your webbed fingers digging into his flesh, anchoring him in place.

For a moment, you paused, studying him. Your eyes absorbing every little detail. From the man's soft, almost spongy flesh under your touch, how soft and almost squishy his land dwelling arms were, how they seemed to just give way to the touch of your webbed fingers. Then to the way the baby blue suit of his that clung to him, was torn and tattered, ripping away underwater. Your gaze lingering on the deep red liquid seeping out of his torso, staining his skin and leaving a trail of ominous scarlet. And then, your gaze travelled to the two bizarre, elongated limbs extending from his waist. A stark contrast to the streamlined grace of your own tail.

His lips parted, releasing a stream of bubbles, each one ascending to the surface before vanishing from sight. You watched as his body suddenly went limp in your arms, reminding you of the dire situation you had inadvertently involved yourself in. With a powerful flick of your tail, you swiftly propelled yourself to the surface, bringing him up so that he could breathe. Your gills flared out, working overtime to filter oxygen from the water while you waited, your hearts hammering in your chest.

When the human made no attempt to improve, limp and unresponsive, you couldn't suppress the deep hiss that escaped from the back of your throat. Your grip tightening around his frame, your tail coiled tighter around his legs, an attempt to stabilise and bring some form of response from him. Your eyes grew large in desperation as you shook him back and forth, each movement growing more frantic with the passing seconds.

You directed your attention to the deep red liquid that was oozing out of his abdomen, its thick, almost oily consistency spreading out in little waves around you in the water. Coming out in shallow pulses. You tilted your head slightly, noting that the fluid's flow didn't seem natural. It felt wrong, a gut feeling of sorts. You hastily reached for the pouch tethered to your hip, pulling out a woven bundle of seaweed and a salve prepared by the elders of your pod.

You delicately began to layer the salve over the gaping wound, taking care to press the woven seaweed into the lesion. The salve, a rich green and purple, had a cooling effect as it made contact with the human's skin. A crucial aspect due to its high iodine content, which helps to close the large gash. As the ointment came into contact with the blood, it began to congeal and bind the tissue together, halting the bleeding.

However, you were acutely aware of the human, who remained unresponsive. His chest, which should've been rising and falling with each inhale, lay still. A sudden panic clutched at your hearts, threatening to overwhelm you. You weren't sure what the proper human anatomy was, but it was abundantly clear that he needed to breathe.

You placed a webbed hand on his chest, the flesh there surprisingly firm. You pushed down, then up again, attempting to mimic the breathing motions you had seen him and others do. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pleaded for him to respond, a silent mantra running through your head. With urgency, you placed a firm grip on the back of his neck, tilting his head back, the gills on your neck flaring out to pull in as much oxygen as they could. Your tail coiling tightly around his waist to keep him afloat.

Despite the pressure you exerted, there was no response from him. His chest remained still, no signs of life. Your breath hitched at the sight, a sense of desperate desperation washing over you. You were frantically trying to keep his head tilted back while the water was washing over his face, the cool liquid creating small ripples that mirrored the urgency of the moment. His body remained motionless, unresponsive to your frantic attempts. You could feel the pressure building in your own chest, your gills working overtime to extract oxygen.

In a final, desperate attempt, you lean in closer, positioning yourself to allow your webbed fingers to forcibly pry open his parted lips. You took in a deep breath and expelled it through the opening, pushing every ounce of air you could manage into his unresponsive lungs.

You repeated the action multiple times, exerting every ounce of effort to force air into his trachea. Each breath, heavy and laboured. You finally pulled back, allowing yourself a moment of respite. Your breaths came out ragged and sharp, a stark contrast to the steady, undisturbed water around you.

As he remains unresponsive, his body frighteningly limp, your body goes slack, a wave of disappointment washing over you. Reluctantly, you release your grip on him and let him go, his body now floating eerily close to yours. You close your eyes tight, trying to swallow the lump in your throat that was rapidly forming.

You flinch at the sudden and unexpected contact, your eyes fluttering open. An alarmed hiss escaped once again through your lips, more out of surprise than anything else. Just as you were about to submerge yourself underwater, a firm hand grasped your shoulder, its grip strong and unwavering.

"Y-you're...alive.", you stuttered out, a mixture of disbelief and awe laced in your raspy voice. The hand on your shoulder felt firm and real, a stark contrast to the nightmarish scenario you had just been a part of.

“Nightwing?” Red Robin's voice cuts through the quiet night, bouncing off the empty alleyways. Frustrated, he takes off his comms, readjusting them to try again for the sixth time in the last ten minutes.

"Dick, come in," he practically growls out, tapping on his device with a little more force than necessary.

“Where the hell are you?” he mutters, staring up at the tall buildings. Dick’s always late, but this was getting ridiculous. With a sigh, he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms as he waits.

A low, familiar voice crackles on the other end of the comms. “Stalker.”

Tim rolls his eyes, recognising the voice immediately. It was too late in the night to put up with him. “Jason.” he sighs, “What do you want. Have you heard from Dick?”

“Not a word.” The response is curt, and the annoyance in Jason’s voice is obvious. He rarely joined in their patrols, preferring to stick to his own methods of dealing with things.

Tim lets out a frustrated huff, tapping his fingers impatiently against his arm. Of course Dick would pick now to go radio silent.

He ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment to let out a frustrated groan. He was stressed enough as it is, none of this was helping.

“You’re patrolling the Narrows?” Jason’s voice breaks through Tim’s thoughts, pulling him back to reality. He looks around, taking in the surroundings with a frown. The Narrows was never a good place to be alone.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking his eyes off of the shadows. “I’m sure you’ll be happy to know, Dick’s nowhere to be seen. In or out of uniform.”

There’s a pause on the other end, and Tim can practically hear the smirk in Jason’s voice.

“Need backup?” he offers, amusement clear in his tone. The elder boy mocking him.

Tim scowls, shaking his head even if he knew Jason couldn’t see him. “No.” he replies curtly. “I’m not a child, I can handle this myself.”

“Sure, kid.” Jason’s response is just as dismissive. “I’ll come check on you in a bit anyway. Make sure you haven’t gotten your ass kicked.”

Tim’s scowl deepens at Jason’s reply, not appreciating the offer of help — or the nickname. “I don’t need a babysitter.” he grumbles. “I’m going to find Dick, and I don’t need your help.”

There’s a pause, and Tim can practically hear the eye roll from Jason. “Whatever you say, Replacement. I’ll be there soon.”

“No—” Before Tim can protest, the comms go silent. Damn it, Jason.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, biting at the inside of his cheek. The last person he needed to see right now was Jason. The last time he’d come face to face with the man, things didn’t go so well.

Tim grits his teeth and pushes himself off of the wall. He had better things to do than get into a fight with his older brother. Like finding his other older brother.

With a huff, Tim starts walking, making his way through the narrow alleys of the Narrows. It’s quiet, eerily so, and his instincts are on high alert.

Everything feels off. The air is still, and he can’t shake the feeling of being watched. His breath stutters in his chest, but he pushes the feeling down. He had work to do.

“Dick?” he calls out, his headset’s blinking green light signalling the message going through. He glances around cautiously as he moves. “Nightwing, come in. Can you hear me?”

There’s no response, and Tim tries again. Nothing but static. His shoulders tense, the unease growing in the pit of his stomach. This wasn’t like Dick. The man was always on top of communication.

Tim continues forward, his footsteps quick and light. He keeps his eyes scanning the shadows around him, but the silence is deafening. Where the hell is he?

A muffled crunch breaks the silence, and the boy freezes, his breath hitching. It was faint, coming from somewhere off the alley in front of him. His heart rate quickens, and he carefully shifts on his feet, trying to pinpoint the source.

There was something across the street. Someone.

Tim squints, his eyes trying to make out what it was. It was too dark to tell. Damn it, why can’t Dick be here to deal with this..

He’s too used to working in a team, having the security of someone else there to watch his back. The someone’s in question usually being Batman or Nightwing.

He steels himself, slipping into a fighting stance and taking slow steps forward. He can’t let his guard down, not now.

As he moves, the shape across the street shifts. It’s still far away, but from the size and height, he could tell it was definitely a figure.

His comms device beeps, startling the boy and nearly causing him to stumble. He quickly scrabbles to check it, hoping for some sort of answer or communication.

“Red.” Jason’s voice comes through, static breaking up some of the message. The device was clearly reaching a limit. “Can you hear me? Dick’s in trouble.” The voice, as crackling as it was over the broken comms, sounded dishevelled and panted. Jason rarely called for help.

With a final glance at the figure across the street, Tim’s eyes flicker back down to the comms in his hand. Jason found him.

“Where are you?” he asks, not wasting a second as he sets off at a sprint. He didn’t care what kind of trouble Nightwing had gotten into, he just needed to get there.

“Don’t worry about me. Get to Metro-Narrows Bridge.”

The urgency in Jason’s voice has Tim’s heartbeat racing. He doesn’t question it, just continues sprinting. He knew the bridge, and knew it was far.

“...” he grits his teeth. “I’m on my way.”

Tim hits the wall with a pained gasp, eyes squeezed shut as he doubles over coughing at the impact. His vision swims. Shit.

He lets out a sharp gasp, the breath knocked out of him as he’s smashed against the hard bricks. The pain doesn’t have time to register, as his mind is sent into a panicked frenzy.

He sucks in a low breath, trying to clear his head and figure out what the hell just happened. There’s a shuffle of feet, and the distinct sound of metal being unsheathed.

The attack was too precise, too sudden. He grunts, trying to push himself back away from the wall, but a large hand keeps him pinned.

His head finally stops swirling, and he can focus on the large figure in front of him. Not good.

He’s a towering wall of a man, arms bigger than Tim’s head. He’s muscular, clearly built like a brawler. The metal that had unsheathed was a knife, the sharp, gleaming blade being held firmly in the man’s large hand.

“No more running.” the man growls, his other hand still keeping Tim pinned against the wall.

Tim glared up at him.

He’s been in situations similar to this before. He’s fought and won against opponents bigger than him, more experienced than him. He needed to stay calm, and assess the situation.

With a pained grunt, he pushes against the man’s arm, struggling to break free. The man just leans closer, his breath hot in Tim’s face.

The smell of smoke and old alcohol fills Tim’s nose, making him want to retch as the man sneers at him. “Struggle all you want, kid.” he drawls. “You’re coming with me one way or another..” Tim clenches his jaw.

He analyses the situation quickly. His equipment was in his belt, but pinned tight against the wall left him with very little mobility. He had to find a way to get away swiftly, before the man could do him any serious harm.

Tim’s mind races, trying to work out a way to get himself out of this. He’s too close quarters to the man, and any attempt to get away would lead to him getting a knife in his gut.

The man’s grip tightens, making him gasp as the knife is held closer to his skin. His eyes darted around, searching for anything useful. He would have to time this right. “Stop squirmin.’” The man’s gruff voice rang out.

Tim ignores him, grunting as he struggles against the hand pinning him. There had to be something he could use to—

A gleam of something metal catches his eye, and he glances down, spotting a metal pipe sticking out of an open garbage bin. It wasn’t much, but it might be enough.

Tim takes in a shallow breath, his mind racing for a second. “Why are you doing this?” he asks, trying to keep the man talking and distracted.

“Don’t try any shit, sidekick.” He tightened his hold on the boy, using his other hand to get out a walkie-talkie from the pouch on his chest.

Sidekick? Tim’s teeth gritted, a spark of anger flaring up in the back of his mind. He wasn’t just a sidekick.

Tim’s eyes glance down again at the pipe, trying to calculate his next move. He watched as the man brought the walkie-talkie up to his mouth, his heart rate increasing as he prepared to act.

“I got a bird out here,” the man grunted into the device, keeping his eyes fixed on Tim. “Found him in the-“

He barely had time to react before Tim acted. With a sudden burst of strength, he jerks forward, wrenching himself free from the man’s grip. He immediately drops down, grabbing the metal pipe and brandishing it like a weapon. Flinging it into the man’s hand that held the radio. The impact caused him to drop it, as he let out a cry of pain, stumbling back.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He quickly used the momentary opening of shock and pain to his advantage, striking the man hard in the stomach with the pipe. The man grunted, his hand instinctively going to where he’d been hit.

He wasn’t about to give the thug any time to recover. He brought up a leg and kicked out fast, nailing him hard in the knee. The man yelled out again, staggering back.

He raged, stumbling forward and landing one hard punch against Tim’s face.

The younger boy’s head snapped to the side from the hit, the force of it knocking his mask askew, cracking and splitting as he reeled back. His vision swims from the impact, but he can taste the distinct taste of blood in his mouth.

He stumbled back, bringing a hand up to his face and cursing, blood seeping down his face.

His head hurt. A lot. That one hit had left him dizzy, and his cheek stung like hell.

The pain is enough to clear his mind though, and he refocuses on the man in front of him. His lip is split, and his cheek feels like it’s on fire. His mask hangs half off of his face.

Tim grits his teeth, glaring at the man with a new found fire in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let some random thug take him out.

The perpetrator lets out a huff, spitting out a glob of blood onto the floor next to him. An ugly sneer plastered his face, and he stepped forward, reaching down for the knife that had been discarded on the ground. “You little shit.” he spat. “I’ll make you pay for that.”

His eyes flickered down to the knife held flimsily in his hand. He needed to get out of this. The man was bigger and definitely stronger, but obviously nowhere near as experienced as Tim was. He’s surprised that the thug had even managed to get in a decent hit to his face.

His mind is too preoccupied, caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts, and he fails to notice the man’s approach until the moment he's already upon him. The thug's fury makes him careless and ill-prepared, the sound of his stumbling footsteps betraying his presence due to the injury on his knee.

Tim quickly raises his arm instinctively, attempting to shield himself as the man’s towering frame comes charging at him. He’s tackled to the ground in a single swift move, the impact crushing his ribs against the concrete floor.

His back hits the ground, the air getting knocked out of him for the second time that night. The man’s weight pinned him to the ground, the air leaving his lungs in a loud gasp as he struggled.

The man had the knife clutched in his hand, the gleam of the blade reflecting the lights of the city as it was raised up, aimed to strike.

Drake nearly sneered at the sight. He’s an amateur. Over confident in himself and relying solely on force.

Tim’s eyes darkened, his glare locked on the man above him. He was not going to be defeated by some two-bit mugger.

He kicked out at the man, aiming for his still injured knee. The man grunted as he took the kick, shifting off balance for just a second.

It was enough of an opening for Tim to react. He pushed up on the man, using the momentum to roll them both over, switching their positions and taking the top. He wasted no time in smashing the man’s head against the ground, knocking him out stone cold. Blood pooling down against the pavement.

He paused, breathing heavily as he stared down at the man. His lip stung as blood still trickled down his face, the adrenaline in his system beginning to wear off.

Tim sat there for a moment, letting out a hiss of pain as he lifted a hand and gently touched his split lip. He gingerly moved his fingers through his hair, grimacing as he felt the beginnings of a bruise on the side of his face.

Dick was still in trouble. That was the thought at the front of his mind, the reason he was out here and why he had to get to that bridge.

With a wince, Tim pushed himself up, staggering for a moment as a wave of nausea passed over him. He was pretty sure he’d developed a minor concussion from being thrown into the wall.

Everything ached, and his body was screaming at him to just stay down. He ignored it. Nightwing was his priority.

He swayed for a moment, his vision going white around the edges as his head spun, before he managed to stay standing and start moving again.

He didn’t think, he just ran.

He’s still panting as his feet hit the concrete, his body protesting the movement. The nausea from his concussion was becoming very real, and he had to stop to take a deep breath to steady himself.

Fuck, he was going to throw up, wasn’t he?

Tim bit his tongue and started running again, forcing himself to push on and ignore the pain. He had to keep moving.

The cold, night air hurt his lungs, but he didn’t stop. Not even as the pain from the beating began to make itself known with each hard footstep against the concrete. He had to get to the bridge.

He kept going at a brutal pace, ignoring how his vision swam and how every breath he took just made him feel like he needed to puke.

He’s not sure how long he had ran, his mind focused entirely on just moving. One foot in front of the other, he just kept going.

As he rounded the corner, he noticed the bridge in the distance. His eyes widening, watching Dick stagger back against the railings edge.

Tim stumbled for a moment, but pushed himself back up, keeping himself moving forward. He could barely see straight, but nothing else mattered. Nightwing’s tall and dark silhouette was leant against the night light of the bridge. Even from a distance, he could see the blood on Dicks skin, staining the side of his face, his suit’s front ripped open, a large gash in his abdomen pooling out onto the ground.

Tim’s speed quickens, every muscle in his body crying in protest but he continues on. All he could focus on was the sight of Nightwing. In the low light, he could see Dick’s shoulders moving with each heavy breath, looking seconds away from collapsing.

In a desperate attempt to save his mentor, Tim lunges forward and grabs onto Dick's arm. However, the fabric of the torn and damaged suit simply tears further under the force, causing Dick to slip free from Tim's grasp and fall into the dark, ominous water below.

"NO—!" The cry escapes Tim's mouth in a choked rush, the sound filled with anguish and fear. With a desperate burst of energy, he lunges forward, his hand reaching out in a desperate attempt to cling to Dick's suit, to anything that would keep him from falling.

But it was too late. He was too late.

His heart hammers frantically against his chest as he gazes down into the dark depths below, his eyes wide and searching desperately for even a glimpse of Dick in the river's deep murky water.

His breath hitches, a silent sob wracking his frame as he slumps over the edge of the bridge, his hands shaking as he brings them up to his face. His blood-slick fingers thread through his hair, his eyes wide as they stay fixed on the dark water where Dick had fallen.

The sound of a vehicle approaching in the distance catches his ears, but he doesn't acknowledge it. He doesn't turn to see who it is or check to see if it's a threat. He just keeps staring down into the water, the sound of the river below the only thing he can hear over his panicked breathing.

Jason came to a crashing halt at the side of the bridge, the panicked urgency in his voice clear. He stumbled off his bike, nearly falling as he yelled out.

"Where is he--” His hollow eyes darted around at their surroundings. "WHERE IS HE?!"

Dick.

Tim's eyes widened as Nightwing's head broke the surface of the water, his body floating limp against the current. He's alive.

His shoulders tense as he quickly scrambles to his feet, his body protesting in pain with each movement.

The relief he feels is quickly drowned out, however, as he notices the large bioluminescent tail wrapped around his older brother's lower half, keeping him from crashing with the harsh currents. 

Jason quickly approached the bridges railing, his heavy boots thudding loudly against the concrete, his heart racing thunderously against his chest, deep sapphire eyes following Tim's wide gaze down into the water. As he saw the sight in front of him, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He gripped the rough stone ledge, leaning over to get a better look at his brother. "What the fuck is that?" The older boys voice cuts through the ringing in Drake's ears.

Tim couldn't respond, his eyes glued on the large tail, his jaw slack. He took in the sight of the long powerful appendage wrapped around his brother's waist. It was beautiful. The long black scales seemed to glow a soft purple even in the dim moon’s light, as if the creature attached was glowing itself. The bioluminescence was something that one could only describe as ethereal.

Tim's heart raced as he took a step closer to the edge of the bridge, his eyes darting around, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature. He couldn't believe his eyes. Neither of them could.

Tim's mind reeled, trying to comprehend what they were seeing. His heart was pounding, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to process the situation. He knew that he should be scared. His mouth was dry, his tongue felt heavy and thick as he finally managed to speak, his voice low and shaky. "I..I don't know." He croaked. 

A ragged breath escaped his lips as the sea creature met his gaze.

He was frozen as he locked eyes with the creature. His mouth went dry, everything around him seemed to disappear into the background. The only thing he could focus on was the deep piercing eyes peering up from the darkness of the river.

Everything about the creature was attractive – its long shimmering scales, bioluminescent glow, and even the large dorsal fin along its spine.

The flutter of the creature's gills when its eyes met theirs didn’t go unnoticed by the brothers. Jason's lips parted into as much of a smirk as it could given the situation.

The Mer's features slowly disappeared under the surface, as it made a sudden exit. Both of the boys' eyes flicked towards the water, but the sudden gasping from their elder brother drew their attention away once more. 

Dick was struggling, coughing up water as he attempted to pull himself up and out of the water. His large hand was grasping desperately to the creature's shoulder, as he pulled himself up.

Tim's heart leapt into his throat as he watched Dick gasping for air, his body shivering as he struggled to grapple himself out of the water. He was so focused on his older brother's struggles that he almost missed the flicker of glowing purple as the creature’s tail disappeared beneath the surface of the water.

Tim moved forward to help Dick, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned to see Jason with a grimace on his face.

"What are we going to do?" Tim asked, his voice filled with worry.

Their conversation was cut short, however, as Dick's coughing subsided, replaced by a strangled gasp for air, his eyes wide and frantic. 

"I'm fine," he rasped, his hands trembling as he tried to pull himself up onto the bridge, his body shaking violently. His sharp ocean eyes focused on the crushed seaweed-looking salve used to treat his wounds.

Tim was about to respond when they heard a shuffling from the water, the faint sound of something scratching against the concrete. Tim's gaze snapped down to the water, his heart starting to pound against his chest.

Jason had already stepped back and drawn his weapon, his eyes fixed on a spot in the water a few feet below them. The sound of sloshing water echoed around them again, the dim light from the moon making it difficult to see anything except the faint bioluminescence.

And then, you were gone.

This is the result of the poll -> link.

Don’t judge my random fighting scene with Tim I was trying something out🦖🦖

All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged!

I rewrote everything, so I apologise that this took so long to come out💚

my heart feels so full seeing them happy

OT21 + Smiling/Laughing

HI fake pep can i hug you✪ ω ✪

hi peppino could you give this fake its a frog

Bit nervous bit uhhh hey could I get a hug from fake pep? Being having a rough day

You're safe right here, ol' buddy!!!

You Can't Do That- Leo Valdez x F! Poseidon cabin reader.

summary: your older brother Percy doesn't take to kindly to you dating his ex crewmate....

Warnings: Cursing, Kissing,Boo spoilers, hot shirtless latinos, slight mention of sex, but this is after the war, so percy is 18. Slight ooc characters maybe

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After the Giant War, everyone's guard had been high, but after a few months, it mostly passed, and life returned to normal. Except for one thing: you had a boyfriend now, when Leo finally killed Gaia, and died, you had been devastated, but when he flew put of the sky, you had been ecstatic. You admitted your feelings for him, which he returned. But that didn't mean that you didn't get the occasional nightmare.

Percy didn't kill Leo after you guys started dating, but he did hand out some colorful death threats, and start stalking monitoring you and Leo on a daily basis.

One night, when Percy was fucking around hanging out in the Athena Cabin, you had a nightmare, Gaia had rosen back and had taken her revenge on Leo. You shot up, and saw that Percy, who usually helped you through your rough nights, wasn't here,

'Oh yeah, he's busy having his own rough night' you thought. You decided to run to the Hephestus cabin to visit Leo.

"Mamacita?" Leo asked sleepily as you shook him awake. "What's up?" You hung your head.

"I- uh, I had a nightmare." Leo sat up.

"Ah, y/n, mamacita, I'm so sorry" he comforted you. "Come on, you can lay here." He said as he scooted over. You climbed into his bed and snuggled into him. And that's when you realized he had no shirt on.

'Oh' you thought slightly staring. He noticed and laughed

"Did you come here to get comfort or did you come to stare at my abs?" You suddenly felt warm.

"I can do both" you retorted he laughed and pulled you closer. He patted your head and you both eventually fell asleep.

~le time skip~

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" You and Leo started awake. You looked up. It was Percy.

"Oh shit" you muttered "Hey Percy!" you smiled

"DON'T 'HEY PERCY' ME Y/N!" you dropped your smile. You could see that this was not going to be easy. Leo shrunk back behind you.

"Coward," you muttered. "WHAT?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing in here?" Percy fired. You opened your mouth to respond, but he had more to say. " What were you doing last night?""Why is Leo shirtless, and why aren't you wearing pants?!" He asked, which made you aware that you were wearing a big t-shirt and underwear.

"Oh my Gods Percy-" you started but he cut you off.

"Were you guys, oh my gods, you're too young, you can't do that!" You felt yourself heat up, and Leo burnt his pants off too.

"NO!" You screamed. "It just got hot at night, so I took off my sweatpants!" " And since we're on that subject, what were YOU doing in the Athena Cabin last night?!" Percy blushed, and you were all suddenly aware that the entirety of the Hephestus cabin was watching.

"Nothing to see here!" Leo said unconvincingly

You glared and kissed him on the cheek. You pulled on your sweatpants. "Bye Leo." You did awkwardly. He waved an tried not to burn his boxers off. Peexy pulled you out of the cabin.

Lets say, that the three of you never brought that up again. But that didn't mean you stopped doing it.

[⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•]⚠️ 16+ Yandere themes, murder, gaslighting, blood mention, All that. F!MC or M!MC

Gilbert doesn't know where along the way of waiting for you to slip up and expose your identity as Belle he got so engrossed with you. But oh well... here he is. in love with you. And more of a lunatic than he ever was before.

And Gilbert understands that his love is more of an "Obsession" but he doesn't care. He wants to have you and he will have you. even if he has to destroy all of rhodolite to get you.

There's really nothing you or those around you can do to stop Gilbert once he's taken a fancy to you. he's always a few steps ahead of everyone, Always ready with an excuse for you to spend time with him. You will either spend time with him willingly or be forced to.

Gilbert loves to assert how much power he has over you and making you feel insignificant. who are you after all? a mere commoner who's been selected to choose the next king. Meanwhile, he's the prince of a leading military empire.

While you're in the palace he will force you into many distressing situations and then "rescue" you right before you get hurt. He doesn't let anyone else harm you because he's the only one who's allowed to do so. to him, you're his prey and he won't let anyone leave a mark on you. and, since you're his favorite little rabbit he'll keep you safe from the "bad" people.

What do you mean he's hurting you? He's only been helping you since the very beginning.

The way he laughs so casually as he waits for you to break from all of the pressure that you've been put under just for him to comfort you with whispers of sweet nothings is absolutely sickening whenever you're at one of your weakest points. perhaps this is why they call him the king of trampling.

The way he sounds so innocent, like he's genuinely worried about you makes your stomach twist. how could someone seemingly so kind's words feel more like the venom of a monster just waiting to bite you?

The psychological horrors you have to endure while he's around you only get worse and worse when your friend Rio is sent back to Benitoite and Leon is forced into compliance for Rhodolite's sake. Chevalier doesn't care what happens to you as long as you do your duty as Belle. And Sariel is too late to help you.

Now that he finally has you where he wants you- helpless and isolated from the others, Gilbert can finally start his trampling over your beautiful heart, he'll force you to watch him kill one of your friends after you lied to him. who do you think you are little rabbit? you should know better than to lie to him of all people. As a result, here you are lying in a puddle of your friend's blood as all you can do is cry and beg for him to stop.

Gilbert enjoys the great pleasure he gets from how much pain you are in because of his cruelty and how helpless you are. he is the source of your pain and the only one who can stop it. he adores the expression on your lovely face as you finally understand that.

His cruelty will only get worse as he wants to paint you black and break you.

"It's so insane, isn't it? the things we do in the name of love."

This is only the beginning of your living nightmare.

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 15+ MC has Body dysmorphia, F!MC ⟨ Headcanons⟩

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It pains Lucifer to no end to know that his loved one is suffering. He frowns every time he sees you checking yourself out in the mirror and clearly judging yourself, nitpicking at flaws that he cannot even see. you may not say anything but he can practically hear your thoughts as he hugs you from behind.

Lucifer will offer to get you treatment like therapy so your image of yourself has a chance to improve even one teeny tiny little bit, he will do absolutely anything that he can to help you.

Lucifer will listen to anything and everything you have to say, you can vent for hours to him, he is your safe space and you know he will never judge you, and you can always trust him.

You're special to him, he will hold you when you isolate yourself from others as dark thoughts occupy your mind. He will remind you of what he loves about you and make small talk with you, whispering sweet little nothings with the most gentle and affectionate look on his face. He will place your hand on the pact mark on his chest to let you feel all of the admiration and love he has for you.

"MC, you know I can't lie.

I will always hold you tight whenever you're feeling low, And even if you do not see it yourself I love you for you. to me you are beautiful, I love you dearly and I love all of the flaws you hate. will never leave you no matter what."

Lucifer will always love and support you no matter what as you deal with this together.

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Levi will look into your disorder and do as much research as he can.

Did one of his figurines with what you wished was your body make you feel self-conscious just now? He'll insult his figurine and remark on how much better looking than it you are. and how you're a better person too.

Despite all his research Levi isn't sure what he can do... his mind always goes blank. when he feels self-deprecating thoughts occupying your mind through the pact mark.

For now, he tries his best to learn what triggers your compulsive behaviors. (Oh, and the figurine from earlier has been put away.)

Levi will begin to draw characters with your body type and your features as a way to encourage you that if these characters are all beautiful then you are beautiful too.

His poor little heart cannot handle it when your brain is overrun by negative thoughts about yourself. he will slump against your side and wrap his tail around you, Hoping to make you open up to him about your feelings and thoughts is difficult, but he's willing to wait forever if he has to. he'll open up about his insecurities and how his envy feels like it's suffocating him at times.

Levi will do his best to explain his feelings and tell you how and why he loves you, faults and all. You love him too no matter what right? yes. and he loves you too, your flaws and everything you have.

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Asmo feels awful when he sees you excessively exercise and try your hardest to change little things about yourself. or start covering yourself up even more. Asmo will tell you he understands wanting to change and how your feelings are valid, but he will also remind you that you have a distorted view of yourself because of your disorder. And, if you ever try to do anything that will damage you, he will stop you.

Asmo will always encourage you to talk to him about your feelings. he's here for you he will always support you. And he will try to accept your feelings! He will also encourage and compliment you a lot, after all, you are the most beautiful woman to him!

Asmo will get you any outfits that make you feel good, you are his dearest treasure so he will get you anything at all!

On days when you aren't feeling good, he will soothingly rub your back and try to have a conversation with you, even if he's the one doing all the talking. If Asmo has to be annoying in order to overrun all of those negative thoughts going on in your head at the moment then so be it. It's going to be worth it even if you get annoyed and snap at him.

He's not sure what he can do to help you so he will ask you about it.

"After all the time we've spent together, I've finally realized my love for you, you won't be getting rid of me. I want to live with you forever and look into those pretty eyes of yours that I adore so much!

Look back into mine and never leave me, please?

My heart has been stolen by you! ♡"

"Asmo get out of my shower!"

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Beel is like a puppy, he's always following after you, and he will offer you practical support. Can't get out of your room to pick up your schoolwork from RAD? Beel will get it for you.

He's always with you, so even if you're looking yourself up and down in the mirror he will make a positive remark about you. You never judge anyone the way you judge yourself, and you frequently analyze random little flaws about yourself, so, he's here to let you know that even if you don't love yourself, he loves you.

Even long after finding out about your disorder Beel often wonders what it's like to look at yourself from your eyes. in his eyes, you are picture perfect. And yet, you always nitpick such little things that he never notices. It's honestly saddening for him, you're his favorite person (Don't tell Belphie.), and yet you're struggling, it irritates him how he can't do anything to help. You see, he's trying his hardest to support you in whatever way he can. and, it may be a bit overwhelming for you, but even so, you're grateful for his support. He's always here for you which is very reassuring. Beel will take you on flights if he senses the tiniest negative change in your mood and you tell him what's wrong, after all, he doesn't have these wings on his back for nothing, he will use them to take you on adventures so the two of you can have fun and enjoy yourselves, RAD assignments be damned. he'll deal with Lucifer being angry later.

First and most important is you being happy because your happiness is his happiness.

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 16+ A little suggestive, Fluff, Fem!Reader

Keith feels Jealous when you gush about him while looking at your wedding photos. Why are you thinking about him when he's the one right next to you?

You showed Keith your wedding photos, Even your wedding photos with him. (Other Keith)

He doesn't like you thinking of him when he's the one in front of you. You should be giving your attention to the husband in front of you and no other man, no? He decides to grab your attention by pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is sensual, His tongue mingling with yours while his hands rub your back and gradually trail lower down your body. When the kiss ends, both of you are left panting. Keith's head snuggles against your neck, "Our photos look better," He mutters.

Oh, He's mean... Very, very mean.

You push him away and huff at how touchy-feely he gets whenever you even glance at the other Keith's photos.

He can't help it though, he wants all of your attention for himself.

He picks up a wedding photo of you with him, one where he's carrying you bridal style in the gardens. Your smile in it is so beautiful, He nearly forgets all about his jealousy. He hasn't seen these photos of you yet, and he doesn't know the cute expressions you were making that night.

While you're browsing your wedding photos together, He'll press numerous kisses against your face.

That night he showers your whole body with kisses and worships you like you're the most precious thing to him. (You are)

Keith brews your tea to perfection, brings you cookies, and sets the table for your tea party. It's a lovely sunny day outside with a gentle cool breeze wafting through the garden, So he hoped to spend some sweet time with you after his work and your studies.

Sooo, how did things end up like this?

Everything was going well until you brought him up and ugly feelings of jealousy spiked through Keith's heart as he observed just how happy the other Keith had made you when he proposed to you first.

How could you look so giddy and bashful as you talk about him? Don't you know he doesn't want you to talk about him when he's the one before you? It's pretty, Childish perhaps, But, He doesn't want to hear anything about the other Keith. He wants your mind, your time, and your attention solely on him.. Not the other Keith.

He sulks for a good 20 minutes, Dark clouds surrounding his head as he listens to your story and doesn't interrupt you

it takes you a while to notice Keith looks like he's turned into a sad mushroom getting rained on, The realization of you talking about other Keith throughout the whole tea party abruptly hitting you like a punch in the face, and then you apologize to him for bringing thr other Keith up.

He doesn't accept your apology, still feeling sulky because of how happy you were when talking about him, So he kisses you deeply and demands more than kisses as compensation.

It's bad to talk about another man when your husband is right here, and has arranged a tea party for you, isn't it? Some more kisses from you might make his gloomy feelings disappear but not entirely, so you better show him you like spending time with him too! <3

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⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Angst, Blood, Murder attempts. 16+ // F!MC.

Chevalier panics when he sees your once pure white shirt turn red. His heart skips a beat as his icy blue eyes search for your assailant, and then narrow down to the man who was holding a bloody arrow– the arrow that stabbed you. Without thinking twice, he ruthlessly cuts the man down. 

He wasted no time before checking on you, and is by your side in an instant. He takes a good look at your wound and notes that the arrow hasn’t pierced your heart, but the area beside it quite deeply. He orders his knight, Lucien, to fetch a physician for you while he lifts you in his arms to carry you toward the Benitoite’s palace infirmary. The sooner you get to the infirmary, the faster you can get treatment. 

This assassination attempt was a grave mistake allowed by Benitoite’s embassy, and Chevalier was not one to forgive. Any harm that was done to you was a grave sin, and Chevalier will never forgive anyone who allowed it to happen. Benitoite’s responsibility is to make sure that no harm comes to any of its guests during the goodwill party. Yet, somehow they were incompetent enough to allow a murder attempt of one of Rhodolite’s most prominent figures, and one of their most important guests… You. 

Chevalier isn’t stupid, and as he seethes with anger he knows that in order to sneak a weapon into the embassy you need to have someone with great power helping you from behind the scenes… and a bastard with great power Gilbert von Obsidian is. 

This is an indirect declaration of war.

Chevalier clutches your unnaturally cold hand in his warm one, and carefully plans his counter attack against Gilbert.  

Clavis is a mess… to put it lightly. He can’t sleep, eat nor drink properly while you lie in a bed wounded. How can he possibly rest when you’re hurt? He spends sleepless nights tracking down the assassin who hurt you, and then blames himself for not being able to do it faster, Because, If he were Chevalier then Chevalier would have already done it and killed the man. 

Clavis beats himself mentally, constantly blaming himself for your critical state and your near death experience. 

Rest assured though, no matter how sleep deprived he is or how much weight he’s lost, He won’t allow himself to die. He has a mission, and that mission is to track your assassin down and take his revenge. His thirst for blood won’t allow him to die. Clavis dreams of the day he finally gets his hands on the man.

He'll show your assassin the 7 hells that no other man can… Not even his genius brother Chevalier. 

While you’re lying hurt, the only thing that keeps him going is his thirst for revenge. He doesn’t even play pranks on Yves anymore, and Sariel worries that this is only the calm before the storm.

When Clavis finally finds your assassin, he comes back to the palace resembling a devil– not even Chevalier has ever been dyed in so much blood. 

Nokto freezes upon seeing your state. His heart feels like it's being torn into pieces as doctors were rushing into the room. He had just gotten back from negotiations with Obsidian– the ones who he’s sure attacked you. There was no doubt in his heart that your attackers must be sent by Gilbert.

After all, No one else was clever enough to get through the palace’s security by using a loophole so small that not even one of the best trained knights would notice…

Nokto can’t outright accuse Gilbert of your assassination attempt. The obsidian prince was far too sleek and left no evidence behind. Plus, accusing Obsidian of something as bad as a murder attempt right after negotiations were made would put Rhodolite in a bad light. The peace treaty between the 4 countries was just signed. 

But… clearly this was the price that Gilbert wanted Rhodolite’s king to pay.

‘If you want to negotiate with obsidian, you need to pay a high price.’ Gilbert’s words from earlier chime through Nokto’s head like bells, and his fists clench by his sides as he feels his blood boil.

If this was how obsidian wanted to play, then fine. He wouldn't hesitate to play too.

Only Chevalier notices the Fiery hatred in his red eyes, and he smirks as if knowing what his younger brother was going to be up to.

Luke’s heart beats so fast he thinks it might rip itself out of his chest as he applies pressure to your bleeding wound. Your blood stains his hands and dyes the white cloth that he used to cover your wound a deep crimson. 

Luke tries to steady his breathing to control his nerves, but he can’t seem to calm down. How the hell could he?! You were just stabbed for fuck’s sake! Nobody can calm him down, and Jin is quickly shoved away when he tries to do so. 

Luke only relents, finally agreeing to let you go and have you looked at by a physician when Jin encourages him to.

But, he still insists on staying in the room so that he can look over you. Watching the doctor stitch you up was a terrible and gruesome side, and his stomach churns as he smells the coppery scent of blood in the air. The scent of your blood in the air… He feels cold, and his fingers have gone numb as he waits for results. Results which are unfortunately not showing up.

The physician snaps him out of his dazed state and notifies him that there’s no positive change in your condition, and that you have only gotten somewhat worse. However, the bleeding from your other wound has finally stopped.

Luke curses and blames himself for not being there to protect you.

He has almost lost you. Now, only the gods know if you will survive or die...

This is- My heart 💖

It’s been a bit since I last posted, and to that have this !

An amazing person requested this and so I shall deliver, I cannot figure out how to tag other peoples blogs but just know that the human inside the art belongs to a friend of mine called ‘Mic’ . They are very friendly to chat with ! And thank you for requesting !

oh hey take as long as u want, I'm so happy you're doing it at all thanks a million! And if u want ideas please ask me I'd be happy to help! Speaking of ideas if Nicole and Bill Cipher did fuse together what would the fusions personality be u think?

Haha thanks :), and you're welcome. Probably be an attention seeker, and power hungry. Plus, because of Nicole's charisma and stuff and bill's well he's just bill, they'd probably be very good at manipulating situations and stuff. also, here's like a thing of the character (I don't know if I like the nose idk what to do about lol) I thought of the episode where bill takes control of dipper's body and stuff. idk if we were on the same track I've never made a fuse haha. Feel free to tell me if you were thinking of something different.

(I feel I should state that I have yet to play ZZZ)

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