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19 - she/her

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angst and comfort - Bruce Wayne cw: breakup, crying over your ex (Bruce), yearning, reader is a little desperate perhaps [part 1] wc: 1150

It has been a few days since you last saw Bruce and you don't quite know where you stand in his life anymore. Not that you knew exactly where you stood before you confronted him anyway. But it hurt regardless, going no-contact with the person you looked forward to seeing again every time.

Looking back, you did have some good moments together. Even when he didn't or couldn't give you his all, he made you smile and laugh. Sure, he couldn't love you the way you needed him to, but he probably tried to love you the way he could best, right?

Of course you're left missing the little bits of affection now that you had none at all.

He didn't text or call, he didn't show up to apologise and fix everything like you'd hoped he would.

Now it's been two months and you're still struggling to get over him. You didn't have a proper breakup, you couldn't kiss or hug him one last time, you didn't part ways peacefully because your lives didn't fit. You separated because he couldn't treat you the way he should've.

Why not?

You cried and cried, trying to stay strong but at your weakest moments, you texted him, practically begging him to talk - not particularly talk things out but at least so you'd understand why he couldn't treat you the way he promised to treat you.

You always blamed it on his life - Bruce Wayne, the busy man, always in meetings. But you managed to free up time for him. You proved many times that the relationship was important to you, why couldn't he do the same?

You sent paragraphs, one or two a week, depending on your mood. He always left them on delivered or seen, which only frustrated you more. Why wouldn't he talk things out? He'd said it himself, he could try. He cared for you, didn't he? Was it all just a lie? Had he ever cared in the first place?

Eyes glossy and staring at the dim screen, you sniffle quietly, hand leaving your phone to wipe the tears off your cheeks and nose. You're curled up in bed, experiencing another low weeks after the break up. Your heart aches so badly you wish to never experience love again - Bruce broke you in a way only he could fix.

Just thinking of it, being aware of how you're lying in bed, crying over your ex when he probably forgot you existed and already moved on - it made you cry even more. Your chest tightens and you sob into the pillow, holding on to it with trembling hands like it's Bruce himself lying under your fragile figure.

Your body feels weak when you wake up, exhausted and sensitive in a way it only feels after you fell asleep crying. You sniffle and close your eyes, hiccuping quietly before you realise there's a faint knock on your door. You quickly wipe your tears away, carefully getting up as to not lose your balance.

When you look through the peephole, you think you're dreaming. It's Bruce, dressed casually and holding a bouquet in his hand, staring down at the flowers like he's second-guessing if it's too much or not enough.

You must be dreaming - in what world would Bruce, who ignored you for weeks and made you rethink everything you thought of love, show up unannounced, seemingly with the intention of at least apologising or even to win you back?

You duck and hiccup quietly, hand flying up to your mouth to muffle your sobs as you sink down to the ground. He can’t see you like this.

"Let me in, please?" His voice is softer than you remember. "You said you want to talk."

It takes you a few moments before you get up and open the door, sniffling quietly. He’s so close, just out of reach. Your fingers practically dig into the material of your front door, feet glued to the floor as you hold yourself back as well as you can instead of launching yourself into his arms to cry.

“I’m sorry,” he begins softly, “for hurting your feelings. And… and being a dick.” He hesitantly holds the flowers into your view, his voice a little shaky. “Can I come in?”

Fuck it, you think. You didn’t cry for hours and dream of this situation just to turn him down at this very moment you were hoping to experience. So you step aside, opening the door enough for him to slip into your home, where the memories of him haunted you and made it hard to sleep in the bed you shared so often.

Sitting down on your sofa, he waits for you to sit as well, watching as you grab two glasses of water and place them both on the coffee table in front of you. You keep your distance, making his heart ache a little when he remembers how you used to curl up against him at any given moment.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats himself, “I… I let you go. When you were the one thing in my life that I hadn’t messed up yet.”

You can’t get yourself to look at him. How could you ever look at him again? After how much he hurt you, how much you humiliated yourself in front of him?

“I should’ve done better. And I know you gave me plenty of chances to prove that I care and I failed every time.” He glances down at his free hand, then offers it to you. “I can do better than that. I can, and I won’t let you down this time. I promise.”

You stare at his hand, swallowing down the lump in your throat. Can you forgive him for this? For treating you like shit? For prioritising everything but you?

“I promise,” he says again and lifts his hand up to your cheek, his touch soft and gentle as he tilts your head back, making your gaze meet his own. He can hardly stand the tears, the pain and confusion in your eyes, the suffering he caused you. “I hurt you deeply and I don’t deserve you in the slightest but it drives me mad.” He sets the flowers down and brings his other hand up to your face as well, holding you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever encountered. “I was stupid enough to let you go once.”

You hiccup quietly and lean forward, lips pressing against his in a soft kiss full of need and affection. His hands immediately wander down to your body, pulling you on top of him like you belong there, you truly do. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers against your lips, one arm tight around you while the other hand cups your face in his palm. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t let me go.”

“Never again.”

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a little desperate perhaps idk

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fluff - Tim Drake cw: Tim neglecting himself wc: 453

Tim has a habit of prioritising everything over himself. Of course it happens but it's rather rare that he takes care of himself without having others checking on him in concern and reminding him to sleep or touch grass.

You wake up sometime during the night, getting out of bed when you realise Tim isn't sleeping beside you. You can already guess where he is but you know he needs to sleep eventually.

There are two more cans of energy drinks than you remember, all five monitors dimmed but still too bright in the darkness, pc quietly whirring on top of his desk. Tim continues to type away, eyes half closed and blinking every few moments as his brain acts on autopilot, reaching for his drink.

"Tim?" you say softly, standing beside his desk as you tilt your head in concern.

He looks up, eyes widening a little in concern, pausing everything he's doing. Finally, his mind can take a break from everything. "Was I too loud, did I wake you?" he asks quietly, still slouched over his desk.

You shake your head and carefully approach him, hands cupping his face as you gently try to get him to fix his posture. The bags under his eyes are quite concerning and he's a little pale. "Come to bed please? I can't sleep without you."

He hums weakly and stands up, stretching a little until his spine cracks. His hands find your sides before he pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. "I need five more minutes," he whispers against your skin.

You frown and pull away to look up at him. "It's four in the morning."

"What's five more minutes then?" he mumbles and sits down again, pulling you down on his lap.

You sigh and adjust your position, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. "You need to take care of yourself, love."

He hums dismissively, typing away again. At least it's calming, you think to yourself, but it's still concerning how much he could lose himself in his work.

It takes a little longer than he anticipated but once he's done, he sighs and shuts down his computer, finally taking a deep breath and wrapping his arms around you. "Okay, I'm done," he says and reaches up to rub your back. At your lack of a response, he pulls away just a little and looks down at your face. "Love?"

It calms him a lot, seeing you asleep and all comfortable in his arms. Especially once you're both in bed, all snuggled up under the cold blankets, limbs tangled. Tim has to accept, even if he doesn't think his own needs are important enough, he should at least prioritise yours.

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angst - Bruce Wayne wc: 641

There’s a gentle squeeze around your waist, a warmth against the front of your body that’s hard to miss. Opening your eyes slowly, you smile and stretch a little as Bruce’s arms around your waist tighten.

“Hey,” he says softly, fingertips rubbing up and down your back softly. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod weakly and close your eyes again, head nuzzled into the spot between his chest and the blanket. He lets out a soft laugh and kisses the top of your head. “Mmmh, so did I.”

At your lack of reaction, he reaches down, brushing some hair out of your face and poking your cheek gently. “C’mon. Wakey wakey. I gotta leave in a little.”

That’s enough to burst your bubble. You frown and push yourself up, kneeling on the bed beside him as you rub your eyes. “But you said you’d take the day off?”

“Sorry,” he says quietly and takes your hand in his. “You know how it is.”

Your heart sinks in disappointment and you get out of bed with a sigh, pulling your hand out of his grasp even as you stumble a little bit.

“Baby…”

You ignore him and head to your kitchen instead, clearly a little irritated. You stayed up late waiting for him to come to your home, you let him in, you made out with him and let him stay the night and the first thing he says in the morning is that he has to leave? After promising his day to you?

Bruce Wayne is a lot of things but considerate and empathetic? Hardly. Rarely.

“Baby, c’mon, you know how busy work can get,” he tries again, approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around you, face buried in your neck. “I wish I could stay too.”

“You own the company.” It concerns him a little, how dry and full of disappointment your words are. He understands why, though, he truly does.

“Work is work, baby.” He kisses the spot between your neck and your shoulder, warm hands rubbing up and down your sides. “I’ll come back tonight, I promise.”

You scoff quietly and tilt your head away from him, tears stinging in your eyes. “What, you’ll come back tonight to make out and then leave again?”

As much as he wants to say no, argue that he doesn’t come here just to make out, the words die on his lips. There isn’t much he’s doing with you. Dates are rare because you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now, so all that happens are date nights and sleepovers at your place and those just so happen to end with him in your bed.

His silence is answer enough - he can’t stay. Bruce is a busy man. Too busy for a relationship, perhaps, but for some reason he can't accept that. Sure, he knows what's going on in your head and he often catches himself wondering about how serious your relationship really is. You give him your all, yet he struggles to make you feel seen. That's not a relationship, that's... that's not even a friendship, is it?

“Just leave,” you mumble and bring your hands up to your face in an attempt to hide your tears from him. “You’ve embarrassed me enough already.”

With a small frown of his own, he squeezes your waist a little. "Don't get like this," he says quietly and reaches up, fingers softly pressed to the side of your jaw as he turns your head toward him. The sight of tears in your pretty eyes breaks his heart even more. "You know I'd stay if I could."

He hears your quiet swallow, the small sniffle as you shake your head. "You never do, though." Gathering your courage, you finally look into his eyes. "I'm not important enough for you."

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DC masterlist

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🩷 - fluff

💚 - comfort

💙 - angst

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Bruce Wayne - Batman

not important enough 💙

come back to you 💙💚

Tim Drake - Red Robin

five more minutes 🩷

[dwihm]

reverse comfort + fluff <3 wc: 528

The front door closes and simply based on the grunting and mumbling while he takes his boots off and puts them down with a semi-loud thud, you know Kyle is upset. Not with you, never with you, but upset nonetheless.

You don’t call out his name yet, he probably has a headache and speaking or anything remotely loud would only worsen it for him. So you wait, your arms wide open for him as you pout at him - he couldn't care less that you're pitying him right now. In fact, it's just what he needs.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck as if he belongs there (he does) and tightens his arms around you, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He melts when you kiss the top of his head and carries you all the way to bed, carefully laying down with his head on your torso.

With anyone else, he’d be beyond annoyed to be poked in the face after a long, painful, draining day of work. But with you? Heaven. He’s on cloud nine, and your soft, gentle touches make his headache disappear and his life worth living again.

He hums in pure bliss when your soft touch moves to his hair, lightly scratching his head the way you know he loves so much. Nuzzling his head into your shirt, he tightens his grip around your waist.

"Comfy?"

Almost offended you dare to ask him such an irrelevant question, he raises his head and squints at you with furrowed brows and a small pout on his lips. “Course I am, silly.” He lowers his head into your body again and huffs quietly. Then he looks up at you again, a little softer this time. “Are you comfy?”

You smile and nod weakly but he doesn’t take that as a definite yes. He knows you sometimes devalue your own discomfort just to not cause him any. He carefully rolls himself off you and pulls you on top of him instead. “Did I squish you?”

“A little,” you giggle and he swears he would die to hear you giggle just one more time.

“I’m sorry, my love. Where did I squish you?” he asks softly and reaches for your hand, fingers gently squeezing around your wrist before he kisses your palm.

He notices how you’re rendered speechless, and when he looks into your eyes and notices how dilated your pupils are, he lets out a quiet laugh. “You like being squished, don’t you?”

You nod weakly and hum along, smiling without a proper thought in mind because what would you have to think about when you were laying in bed with your awesome boyfriend who spoiled you with love even after a shitty workday of his?

“Mhm you love it so much,” he whispers and reaches down, one hand resting on your thigh and the other on your lower back before he pulls you up, your face only inches from his. Of course he catches the adorable squeal that leaves your lips, the way you blush and look down at him like his mere existence makes you happy.

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angst wc: 789

Simon Riley didn't do 'relationships'. What could a guy like him offer anyone anyway? He was rough, grumpy, hard to love, struggling with affection and romantic gestures. His experiences with dating and relationships didn't give him much hope for the future either.

But then there was you, and he thought maybe, just maybe... he wasn't sure what maybe he was thinking about, but he dared to give it a shot. Nothing to lose, right? He could try to be more affectionate. He could try to be as soft as you were, or even a fraction of.

He could hold your hand or put his own on your thigh while he drove you around town. He could... kiss you, he liked kissing you. The bare minimum, considering you'd been dating for a month. His full and strict schedule barely gave him time for you, so when you two only met up during the night, there wasn't much to do except sit in his car, talk about whatever could be talked about and make out.

He messed up. He knows he messed up, he did much worse than just mess up, and you know that he knows. You didn't deserve to be treated the way he treated you, he knows that. But he doesn't think about it too much. Work takes up too much of his time. His attempts at pushing you out of his mind are horrible.

You miss him, he knows that. You miss him, you've cried over him, you had your heart broken by him, and yet he's emotionally constipated to the point where he refuses to take accountability. He refuses to communicate other than send one singular message to apologise - 'circumstances don't allow a proper talk', he tells himself. Bullshit.

Days of you hoping he would come back to you turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and two months after your break up - one month after you stopped begging him to talk things out - fate gave him another shot. One week off, one singular week that he swears to himself he will make worth it.

He has been a shitty boyfriend, below bare minimum, and looking back he doesn't understand how you put up with his bullshit for so long. But he sees that you're worth fighting for. You tried your best to stay with him when he wasn't doing well in his own life and in your relationship, you showered him with affection and kisses when he couldn't even meet you before sunset.

You carefully open the door and he can see it in your eyes, the way your heart drops to your stomach. He notices how you swallow, clearly caught off-guard, fingers tightening around the handle.

He straightens up just a little bit, holding the bouquet between you, a peace offering.

The first ever flowers you receive from him.

"I came to talk," he says.

You just stare at him in return. Not in the way you used to, not with adoration in your eyes while you hold his face in your hands and call him nicknames. You stare at him like you're in shock, like the world just came crashing down on you.

You hadn't gotten over him yet, had you?

He steps just a little bit closer to you, hand hesitantly reaching up to cup your cheek in his palm. And he does, your soft skin warm against his, making his hand tingle and his heart leap a little. But then you pull away and frown at him, arms crossed.

"Maybe I don't want to see you," you say quietly, like you're not sure what else to say, and he realises he kind of forgot what your voice sounded like.

"Bullshit, you do want to see me, you wanted to talk-"

"That was a month ago, Simon." You can't help the way your lip trembles, tears welling up in your eyes as you stare at the flowers, unable to look at him. "I begged you to talk to me for an entire month."

He sighs quietly and lowers his head. "I had work-"

"You always have work." You angrily wipe away your tears. "Y-you always have work and then you have to sleep and you can't even text me. You never made time for me."

His heart breaks at your tears and he steps into your home like he belongs there, right with you. Freeing himself from the flowers by putting them aside, he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."

"You're not," you sob into his chest, clinging to him like you're scared he'll leave again.

"I am, I swear I am," he whispers into your hair and closes his eyes, "I was a dick. Please forgive me."

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can't get over you

angst (post breakup) without comfort, no specific character

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The rain pours, big drops splattering against the windshield as he turns up the car's heater and cracks open the window. There's a tightness in his chest when he glances down at his hands, fingers fidgeting with the lighter. His car is parked in the parking lot across from your home, your usual meeting spot before he'd take you away for the night.

His eyes wander back up to your window, the faint light coming from your living room. He spots your silhouette approaching the glass, glancing out of the window like it's a habit of yours, a part of your routine, like you expect something - someone. Him.

Your gaze remains on his car for a moment and he isn't sure if you're staring or if time slowed down. His heart pounds in his chest, fingers tightening around the lighter as he notices the way you shake your head weakly, as if in denial. The way you tilt your head back with a bittersweet smile before you turn around and lower your head into your hands to cry your heart out.

He knows you want to talk. You need to talk, you need answers. You don't know why he treated you the way he did, you don't know his intentions. All you know is that he didn't put in the effort you needed, the bare minimum. And if he truly, deeply wanted you the way you wanted him, he would've made sure to show you, right?

He didn't treat you right. He didn't, he's well aware. How could he not, with how often you tried to tell him - even after your breakup - and practically begged him to change. Asked him to put in more effort, to show he cares, to at least reply to your messages if he couldn't come see you. But no, he had to be an emotionally unavailable man who says communication is important but then leaves your messages on read.

Opening the pack of cigarettes, he smiles weakly. You hated when he smoked. Just downright disgusting and bad for his health, but you'd never refuse a kiss in between his drags. You were pretty understanding even, accepting his addiction and not pressuring him to stop even when the smell gave you stomach aches.

Was it worth it? Breaking your heart, getting your hopes up, talking about moving in together eventually and getting married one day? Kissing you senseless and making you feel like he wanted you without actually ever saying it? Making you fall in love with him when you never really knew where you stood in his life?

While he was your first in almost every way imaginable, you weren't his. And yeah, you were fine with it but it hurt, having all those sweet moments that you'd remember for a lifetime but not only would you remember your first kiss, no, you'd forever remember him.

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not my best post

also i could've sworn i was doing fine this week but i cried while writing this

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[dwihm]

To be loved

Fluff with König because I missed writing about him

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As brutal and intimidating König might seem, he’s a softie at heart. I mean, who isn’t? Who doesn’t turn their head off and get all soft and cosy around someone they deeply trust and love?

When he’s on the field or on base, he’s an entirely different person compared to how he is at home. And home doesn’t mean his place or yours but you. For him, you’ve quickly become home, somewhere where he can relax and enjoy head scratches as he lays on your chest. He enjoys how much you pamper and baby him despite how massive he is.

He loves when you welcome him with a long hug, clearly excited to see him as you practically jump into his arms and pepper kisses all over his face. He loves that soft tingly feeling in his abdomen and the way you make his heart skip a beat.

What he loves even more is your food, especially after he’s been gone for long. It’ll already smell so good when you cook but it tastes so so so much better that every time he gets a mouthful of your delicious cooking, he swears to himself that he will put a ring on your finger as soon as he can. Especially when you feed him, sitting on his lap and smiling at him oh-so sweetly.

He loves when you help him bathe after a long, exhausting day, washing his hair with your shampoo and scratching his scalp in the right places. Call it odd but he loves it. And the bath bombs are a big bonus for him, just makes everything more cosy.

Once you’re both cuddled up in bed, tangled up under the sheets and clinging to each other, he kisses your forehead and rubs his nose against yours. It makes you giggle every time and it makes him want to live another day just to make you happy. And the way you blush and bury your head in the crook of his neck whenever he calls you Schatz truly reminds him how much he loves you.

All that matters to him is receiving your love and proving to you that he's worthy of it by showing you how much more he can love you in return. You're worth every single moment you're on his mind, every single moment you're with him, whether it's on his lap or in his arms.

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[important please read <3]

guys im back i hope i wont get writers block again <3 this one's a little short and quite cheesy i'll admit but i was just in the mood for cheesy fluff lol judge me

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[cricricorner]

I don't know how long my internet connection will last.

International internet has been (and still is) cut out over a month. Meaning there is no connection to any Google services. Meaning we can't even do a simple google search

Every Iranian activity you have seen were Iranians who are outside iran or the one who have connections to the regime. They are given a different type of simcard. Iranians here have to use vpns and such which barely work. A few had succeeded in connecting.

The execution here has been rising again with the chaos of war. People under 20 have been executed.

Fuck khamenei. Fuck his allies. Fuck his fans. That animal fucking finally died and you know how i got the news? Not in the news. By the cheers of people in the streets. By loud sounds of whistles and claps.

I don't care what you think of this war. I don't care what religion do you stand but fuck you if you stand besides a bastard responsible for thousands upon thousands of deaths. For the misery of 90 million people

None of you people gave a damn when we were getting threatened and killed over here left and right, but now that the USA and Israel have attacked us, iranian lives suddenly mattered? Or did it only matter after your favorite dog has died?

I hope your truth gets twisted the same way you twisted ours.

The pope said he wants the war to end. He wants peace for the world. For who? For you you mean. We never had peace.

One of my biggest regrets in life is that i will never be able to describe my deep hatred of him and dogs that followed him cause i don't think there will be any language ever capable of it.

[cricricorner]

[dwihm]

IMPORTANT

Please check out @cricricorner's post about what's happening in Iran. The Iranian government shut down the internet, making access to reliable sources and live updates extremely hard. This deliberate blackout shows exactly how wrong their actions are.

They are actively silencing the Iranian people while oppressing and murdering protestors and anyone they see as a threat. While access to reliable information is limited, there is still enough evidence and footage to show how brutally the Iranian "government" is treating its own people.

A real government should protect, support and represent their own people while also upholding human rights for everyone.

The world feels like it's falling apart and it's overwhelming to keep up with everything happening everywhere; Gaza, Iran, Sudan, the USA, eastern DR Congo, the list goes on and on. Times like these are terrifying, they truly are, but fear shouldn't be the thing that stops us from caring. Silence only benefits those in power.

Please take care.

[cricricorner]

even devil himself couldn't lie the way you do. calling the people who are defenless "terrorist".

mourning the dogs that you gave guns to suppress these people yet ignoring thousands you killed in just 2 weeks

threatning families, emptying their pocket just so they can get their child's body cause you took it hostage and refused to give back. refused to give those in grieving, the body of their dead child.

i hope one day you all get hanged by the same rope you weaved. i hope all the parasite from this soil get cleansed one day.

you thought you could terrorize these people forever, not realizing that the same terror turns to anger.

anger of people who have nothing to lose. no future that matters. cause the truth is you took everything years after years until you emptied this country of everything it once had.

you can shut off the internet anytime you want. you can lie to foreigners all you want. but you can not convince people who are burning that there is no fire.

you better hope your god is not real, because there is a special place reserved in hell just for you

[dwihm]

bet III

angst and light fluff with Keegan Russ

[Part I] [Part II]

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"Do you like it?"

"Yes," you say and turn your head to look at him, "it's really cute."

He smiles proudly and takes a small step forward, leaning close to you. "Am I forgiven?"

You hesitate. Your heart pounds in your chest. Can you forgive him after how much he's hurt you, turned your self-confidence into deep-rooted insecurity?

He takes your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "Please?" Keegan looks at you, his gaze soft. "Babe."

"Material things won't buy my trust," you told him calmly.

He hesitates, thinking before he suggests something else. He doesn’t want to mess this up. He’d be an idiot to mess this up when you’re about to give him a chance to fix it.

"Can I take you out on a date?" He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the way you want to say yes but can't. "Please."

"Keegan..."

"Babe, c'mon. I know you're hurt but I didn't- it's not my fault." He reaches for your hands, gently rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, I'm in love with you. I swear, babe, give me one chance to fix this, please." He lifts your left hand to his lips and gives it a soft kiss. "Please."

He notices the way your gaze flickers from his eyes to his hand holding yours, the way you swallow, the faint nod before you whisper a quiet "okay".

Immediately, his calloused hands wander around your waist, pulling you close and tightening around you in a silent promise to never let you go again. He kisses the top of your head and smiles faintly, rubbing one hand up and down your back. "I love you, baby." Another kiss, this time to your forehead. "I love you so much."

At first, the thinks your hand pressing against his chest is for your comfort, to feel his heartbeat, but he slowly realises you're pushing him away. He frowns and takes a step back. "What's wrong?"

"I'm still hurt, Keegan." The small frown on your lips makes his heart ache. "And I'm not your baby."

"Right... sorry." Even if Keegan doesn't have your entire trust yet, he'll do anything to get your relationship back to where it once was and even further.

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[dwihm]

first birthday!!

Hii everyone🫶

My blog is officially a year old today and it might not seem like something big but it is for me

A year ago, I started posting when I had lots of free time after graduation. It was just little oneshots and cute ideas that I had and I enjoyed writing them, not only for me but also for you

And though I have gotten busier with university and private things (which I think shows because I used to post almost daily in the beginning), I still try to make time for writing

As I'm writing this, my blog counts 22,989 notes and 68 posts (this one is number 69 lmao) and it seems so surreal to me because huh?? A year ago I got excited about 20 likes and it's just mind-blowing to me

So thank you for your support, whether you’ve been with me from the start or only read one or two of my oneshots, thank you. I get very happy when you like, reblog and comment on my work, and some of my post wouldn’t exist without your engagement and requests❤️

For this special occasion, I want to highlight that requests are open through my inbox or you can dm me privately if you want

Also, a special shoutout to my mutuals @shadowcompanygirl and @cricricorner who have been with my blog since day one (go check them out they're awesome)

Much much love and thank you for your support throughout the year,

dwihm 🫶

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If you want to peek at my [Masterlist] or [my first ever post on tumblr] or my personal favourite such as:

the [Future Spouse Material] series, [want need you] and [bun in the oven] with Simon "Ghost" Riley (part one has the most notes on my blog and thank you so so much for that)

the [Graves' Shadow] series and [meant to fit] with Phillip Graves

the [self-defence] series, [his neighbour] series and [comfort] with König

the [winning you back] series with Vladimir Makarov

the [bet] series with Keegan Russ (part three is in my drafts)

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period comfort

comfort and fluff with Kyle cause I realised I barely wrote about him

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To everyone else, Kyle - better known to them as Gaz - can be very rough. Quite grumpy, but compared to his team, he can be a sunshine.

To you, Kyle is sweet and caring. The second he comes home and tosses his cap on the small table by the entrance, the moment he sees you standing in front of him with red cheeks and nose, sleeves pulled up to your hands as you wipe the tears from your puffy eyes, his gaze softens.

It's no secret the hormones mess with you during your period, and he won't deny you the comfort of being held. "I missed you so much, love," he whispers into your ear as he gently rubs your back. The loud hiccup that leaves your mouth makes him flinch in light surprise but he doesn't let go.

"You missed me too, hm?" He pulls away just a little bit to look at you, smiling softly and tilting his head as you nod weakly and cry, moving closer to cry into his chest. He pats your head and rests his chin on your head. "Poor thing."

You nod and sniffle, wiping away your tears. "So poor," you pity yourself quietly and he laughs.

"C'mon, let's take care of you, yeah?" He squeezes your waist gently. "My pretty little ketchup packet."

He prepares a bath for you two and gives you a massage while you sit in the tub together. He helps you with your underwear and period products. He cooks dinner and feeds you, then makes sure you have warm tea by your bedside and a small snack for in case you crave something sweet. He even puts a towel under you just in case.

And what better way to fall asleep in your favourite pyjamas, feeling comfy and cosy and relaxed in your lover’s arms, getting forehead kisses and tummy rubs?

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more graves fluff maybe, with laying down with him getting forehead kisses? does he caress our face? hair? does he say soft words until we sleep 😔🤧

fluff with Phillip Graves hehe

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Phillip holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest as he massages your scalp gently, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

He looks down from the muted tv in your shared bedroom to you, curled up in his arms, one hand on his bicep while the other briefly twitches around a handful of your blanket.

"Sleepy?" he says softly, careful not to disturb your half-asleep state. Your weak nod makes him smile and chuckle quietly, his free hand resting on the side of your face to caress your cheek. "So sleepy, hm?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" He chuckles again and kisses your cheek, one hand wandering down under your shirt to lazily trace soothing circles on your back. "You're so cute. Look so pretty." His thumb gently rubs over your bottom lip and he tilts his head.

You smile faintly and damn does he love that smile. The way the corners of your mouth twitch as you force yourself to remain sleepy. He brushes some of your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead again. "Such a precious little thing. Do y'wanna look at me?"

You hum contently, struggling to open your eyes as you look up at him. He can tell you're so close to sleeping.

"Aww." A kiss to the tip of your nose and you close your eyes again, your arms snaking around his neck. "Go back to sleep, darlin', I'll hold you." His arms move around your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer to his chest as he kisses your forehead again. "You love forehead kisses, don'tcha?"

At your weak nod and mumbled response, he smiles softly and kisses your cheek. "I'm so lucky, darlin'. Luckiest guy in the whole world."

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guys ahhhhh thank you to anon who requested this!!! <3

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meant to fit

pure fluff with Graves who loves you to bits dedicated to the sweet @shadowcompanygirl hihihi <3

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As soon as you close the front door to your shared house with Phillip, you hear a quiet "shit", then the rustling of paper before he emerges out of the kitchen with a nervous smile. He's wearing an apron, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand as the other goes to your waist. "Welcome home, honey." He kisses the top of your head and offers you the flowers.

"Oh you didn't have to," you sigh contently, admiring the flowers for a moment before your gaze shifts back onto him. "Thank you so much."

Of course he had to, you're his lover after all. He exists to spoil you and nothing else.

"You can go take a bath while I finish dinner," he offers and tilts his head, that faint, charming smile on his lips that you love so much. And, let's be honest, you don't need to be told twice.

So, half an hour later, once you're clean and dressed in comfortable clothes, you sit at the table with him.

You can tell he's put in a lot of effort. He prepared your favourite food just the way you love it. The flowers he got you are in a vase with fresh, cold water. Fairy lights are hanging from the cabinets (it's a struggle to open them but as if he'd let you lift a finger, honey. Don't offend him like that.

Everything is perfect. You're cosy, smiling softly and warmly and oh you make it impossible to not love you. Your hand feels right in his own, like it's meant to fit, like you're meant to fit right into his heart, right into his arms.

His mother always said to focus on his food while he eats, otherwise it won't taste as good, but damn if looking at you during dinner doesn't make it a trillion times better.

Once you're well-fed and much cosier, he takes you to the living room. There are snacks on the coffee table, a few pillows and two thin blankets on the sofa. At first you sit, his arm over your shoulder as he feeds you dessert. Then, you're cuddling, your head on his chest as his fingers rub along your spine.

He loves when you're like this, all soft and vulnerable in his arms. Eyes struggling to stay open, your hand twitching lightly on his arm as you lose your battle against sleep. He chuckles quietly and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Sweet dreams, darlin'."

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Sweating my balls off even with my mini fan going ughhh

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