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luvrbug · 7 months
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you could hide beside me / maybe for a while / and I won't tell no one your name
name — goo goo dolls
pairing: bruce wayne/reader no warnings / 905 words / posted on ao3
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he thinks he could die here.
there are many possibilities, many opportunities, for him to die, but he thinks that this, this would be his preferred way: you, safe, and still warm from a shower, the beginning of a dream evident in the way your brow furrows over your closed eyes. him: by your side, always by your side as long as you ask, unworried about whether or not the city was collapsing because as far as he was concerned, this moment was all that mattered. 
bruce always wonders how long it’ll last, wonders what it’ll be that breaks everything apart first. he knows he’s not the easiest companion—he knows that some nights he can barely be called a companion. the thought that he hates to think about the most, hates to admit the most, is that he knows he can only keep you so protected for so long. but you assure him, everyday you assure him, that you are so happy. you miss him, but you can enjoy your time alone. that worrying about him is the worst part for you. that you had figured out what you were signing up for; and no bruce, whatever extra precautions you’re probably thinking about and already working on probably aren’t even necessary. 
and then he feels a finger pressed against his forehead.
“hey. i can feel when you’re thinking that hard, you know.” you look at him through eyelashes, your head still tucked in the nook of his shoulder. fingers smooth over his brow, run along his cheek, then settle back underneath the covers. he shifts, barely, stiffening from getting caught in the act. 
“‘m sorry. did i wake you?”
“no. don’t apologize. i wasn’t asleep yet.” you nose along his side, pressing a kiss against a rib. he stops the shiver he feels coming, always amazed by how freely you give your affections. he wishes he could speed himself up, could be that free already, but settles instead for a slight tightening of his grip around you. “what’s got your pretty mind so worked up?”
a pause.
“nothing.” and then a breath. he’s trying. “everything.” another. “you.”
a low hum is your response as you wiggle, pressing yourself up on your forearms to rest above his chest. you take in bruce wayne for all he is before you: not the god of gotham, the dark knight, the prince, the vigilante, the batman, or whatever the hell else they might want to dub him as; but as the man, the flesh and blood and bone that come home so often bloodied and broken, the beating heart you feel against your fingertips, the version no one else sees. you brush the hair off his forehead, reexamine as you watch him try to adjust his focus from his thoughts to you in front of him. 
“oh?” your tone is light, almost teasing. your fingers itch to trace along the contours of his face. one thing at a time, and you feel like you need to concentrate on the very important fact that bruce is finally beginning to speak without being prompted. “why me?”
because you are one of the greatest things to have happened to him. because he can’t picture the life he’d live if you were gone. because he doesn’t know how to have good anymore without fighting against himself for it. the words all jumble in his throat. he tries to swallow them down, to clear enough space to offer:
“because—” he presses his lips together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you, he just doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. he tries again, rearranging his sentence in his head, speaking deliberately: “sometimes i think i’m too happy. when i’m with you.” 
“really?” your brow quirks before you can help it. “i’m pretty happy around you too, you know.”
“i just—i just want to be here. just here. just for awhile.” no gotham. no gordon. no alfred. no dead parents. no blood on his hands no new ridiculous villain; no public outraged that he doesn’t want to be seen as neither a man nor a vigilante nothing, that makes his head feel like it’s going to explode and his thoughts are racing faster than he could ever possibly train to keep up with. 
he can feel the desperation in his bones silently urging you to read him, to know that his mind has slid down the slope of his own anxiety, that he is holding this thing as preciously as he can.
“okay,” you agree. you barely blink as you settle back into his side. “i like it here best, anyway.”
the simplicity of your agreement triggers a smile. a goofy one. he can’t help it. every affirmation of how you feel is like chipping off pieces of the rock he carries. maybe atlas gets some rest in this story, after all. 
“okay,” he echos. bruce shifts suddenly then, his arm tightening around your middle in a definitive embrace. he can work with this, he decides, he can hold on a little bit longer, like samson holding together the pillars. he will hold together gotham and he will hold himself together and he will let it ruin him if it only means the hope of another moment of feeling this complete. 
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luvrbug · 7 months
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luvrbug · 7 months
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Is that a boner in your pocket or are you just. banana to see me.
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luvrbug · 8 months
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happy episode 1071 day !!
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luvrbug · 8 months
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redraw time babey!!! emolin is so fucking fun to draw
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luvrbug · 8 months
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luvrbug · 9 months
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my liege you cannot trust this buffoon. he doesn’t even begin every other sentence with “my liege.” he‘ll never whisper in your ear the way i do it, my liege. sire. your fuckableness
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luvrbug · 9 months
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SHUT UP!?!?!?!';*;$!$+$$+? DON'T TALK TO ME
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luvrbug · 9 months
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Simeon, I want you!!!
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luvrbug · 9 months
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who told him he could just say this
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luvrbug · 9 months
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i changed my pfp like a month ago... 😭?? and it just now changed
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luvrbug · 9 months
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-> Its definitely, absolutely, not love.
-> Ace Trapolla x Gn!Mc (2nd person, no yuu/y/n used)
-> Fluff, tsundere-ish Ace
-> no spoilers for the main story!
(Requests open!)
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Ace was not in love. He couldn't be, really. He was too focused on halfway passing his classes and avoiding Riddle's rage to focus on things like crushes.
He just scoffed when Deuce or Cater called him out on lingering glances, barely concealed jealousy, or any other assortment of definitely-not-lovestruck actions he performed on a day to day basis. He was only trying to be a good friend! (But, he was always quick to bristle like a feral cat whenever someone else acted so 'friendly' towards you)
Ace only shared his lunches with you because you never had enough spare change to buy enough to eat, and he definitely didn't start paying more attention in Potionology once he noticed you were struggling just so he could pull you aside to compare notes after class.
Ace was not in love with you. But when you were fast asleep against his shoulder during lunch, lips parted and lashes fluttering against your cheeks... he could admit that you were cute. just.. just a little.
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luvrbug · 9 months
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Hi. How are you doing? I was wondering if I could get a matchup please? My zodiac is Libra. My Mbti is istj. I enjoy cooking/baking, shopping, going outside on adventures, and quiet time writing, reading manga, watch anime or listening to music. I do not like rude people, being forced to doing something or be someone I’m not and parties. I’m a heterosexual female (she/her). Thank you! 🧡
Hi! my matchups aren't open currently, but feel free to send this again when theyre open! I normally do them for follower milestones. Thank you!
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luvrbug · 9 months
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hai hai i’d love to be a writer mutual w you :3 (saw ur promo post) and a question about the obey me characters you write for; do you include (write for) mephisto, 13, and Raphael?
i feel like id have to study their characters a bit more, but im definitely open for requests for them! id love to learn to write them!
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luvrbug · 9 months
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-> Baby, it's cold outside
-> Decided to do a little dan heng blurb !
-> Warnings; small spoilers for the Luofu, they/them pronouns, no use of y/n.
-> Pairing; Dan Heng x Gn!Reader
requests are open for blurbs + headcanons..!!
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Dan Heng had always run rather hot.
He'd always thought it quite a hassle. Either sweating under the Luofu's artificial heating lights or struggling to grip his spear with sweaty palms, it had always seemed to disadvantage him in some way.
Until now, that is.
He's frozen, unsure if he's even breathing as his crush lay on his chest, fast asleep. The heating in the Astral Express had run into some sort of minor issue, but Dan Heng selfishly hoped it would take a few more hours to fix. Just so he could keep his eyes trained on their sweet, sleeping face.
His eyes were soft, pupils dilated as he counted each eyelash, every pore, even the pimple they'd tried to cover in makeup that morning-
CLICK!
A flash, and they were stirring awake, but were suddenly alone on the couch as Dan Heng chased a giggling March down the parlor car.
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luvrbug · 9 months
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Promo post
hi! im Harley, and i write for Hsr, Obey me, And One Piece! I don't really have any active writer mutuals atm 😭 and id love to make some! And my request box is completely empty :[ very sad. My rules post is pinned!
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luvrbug · 9 months
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“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
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