TI!

ᖇᗩᗰᗷᒪᗴ TIᗰᗴ!

ՏO!

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ 3?

Mᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ɪᴍ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ BUT ɪᴍ sᴡᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ.ᴇ ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ. I sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʟᴍᴀᴏ.

I'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ ᑎᗴᗯ ᴄʟᴀɴs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᗩՏᕼ (?) ᑕᒪᗩᑎ.

Vᴀʀᴀɴɢ?

Eᴠɪʟ Nᴀᴠɪ?

ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ sᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪɪɪɪ 🫣

I ᗯOᑎᗪᗴᖇ ᕼOᗯ ᒪO'ᗩK IՏ ᘜOᑎᑎᗩ ᗩᗪᒍᑌՏT.

Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ Tᴜᴋᴛɪʀᴇʏ ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘ 🥹🥹

I ᕼOᑭᗴ ᗯᗴ Տᗴᗴ ᑕᕼᗩᑎᘜᗴՏ Iᑎ ᑭᗩᖇᗴᑎTIᑎᘜ ՏTYᒪᗴ ᑎOᗯ TᕼᗩT ᑎᗴTᗴYᗩᗰ IՏ ᘜOᑎᗴ (😭😣)

TᕼᗩT'Տ ᗩᒪᒪ, ᘜOOᗪ ᑎIᘜᕼT/ ᗰOᖇᑎIᑎᘜ/ᗴᐯᗴᑎIᑎᘜ/ᗩᖴTᗴᖇᑎOOᑎ TO ᗩᒪᒪ Oᖴ YOᑌ ᒪOᐯᗴᒪY ᑭᗴOᑭᒪᗴ! ❤︎

LMAOOOOO, THIS IS SO JAKE 😭✌️

Alternate dialogue for how this scene went

Might be the best bruce oneshot ive read. 😭😕

“loneliness as love” partly 18+

bruce wayne x fem!reader

words : 1315

tw / cw : partly sexual content, hard sex, angst, “i know who you pretend i am” stuff, reader is wearing lipstick, mention of exes

for better experience :

you’re just two lonely people trying to pretend to love each other.

as bruce fucks you, gripping your hair you moan muffledly, biting your lip; he's rough tonight, his thrusts fast and precise, hitting the sensitive spots inside. you whimper as wayne puts his fingers to your mouth and smudges your lipstick, making you lick a couple of phalanges: another fetish you don't even know where it came from.

as bruce gives you one last kiss, you close your eyes for a second and imagine that you are loved. imagine that you are not in bed with someone who comes just to fuck, but with someone you love and who loves you back.

you stare at the ceiling, trying to realize what just happened. you promised yourself last time that the next time he came over, you'd say no and tell him like it is: you don't just want sex anymore. but for some reason, you couldn't get a word out of yourself when wayne came close to you and asked how your day was, how work was today and what you had for dinner. smell him and gasp with desire in the same second; feel his hands on your waist and sigh quietly, trying to be closer; feel him inside you and almost cry at how good it felt.

you promise yourself again that you'll stop; that you'll tell him to stop when strong arms pick you up to carry you to bed.

but now, with bruce towering over you, you realize again that you can't say anything.

"i love you," you hear him say as he snuggles closer to you.

"love". wayne always whispered that worthless "love" as if he needed an excuse for all of this; when he fucked you so deep and rough, he kept whispering "love", making you moan wildly; when bruce got up, got dressed, and left, he just kept quiet. and there was no hidden "love" in his silence.

"you don't," you squeeze out, pulling away from his lips, "stop saying that. please," you sigh, your fingers lightly pulling back the material of his suit and going over it.

"you always liked it."

"and i don't like it anymore," you bite back, covering your eyes, "just stop."

and wayne nods slowly, pulling you back into the kiss.

when you open your eyes, all you see in front of you is bruce's face. beautiful, with half closed eyes and a little bit of blood; but it's bruce.

bruce wayne who comes to your house every three days to fuck you good. bruce wayne who whispers that goddamn "i love you" and it doesn't mean anything. bruce wayne you wish you could see someone else in.

you cling to his shoulders and reach for him. kissing so desperately, as if you'd suffocate without his kisses; as if he were a lifeline that would finally help you get rid of these stupid feelings. finally save you from these eternal thoughts and give you peace.

"are you okay?" bruce asks, pulling away and looking into his eyes.

you're not okay.

you know it, but you don't dare answer the question; because wayne was nothing to you. he's nothing now, he was a friend years ago, he was your first boyfriend a little earlier.

but now he's nothing. he's just a sex partner.

"what about you? are you okay?" you answer a question with a question and notice his blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

bruce doesn't answer either.

it all makes sense now.

you're not okay and neither is he, which is why you're here now.

in the bedroom of your apartment, kissing and trying to pretend to love each other so that this endless emptiness will just go away; no matter what ways, because it's just unbearable.

feeling unloved hurts. thinking that it will be like that for the rest of your life hurts even more.

so here you are, clinging desperately at wayne and feeling the same desperation in return as he leans closer to seal a kiss on your lips.

when you pull away, you stare again into his soft blue eyes, which are also staring into yours.

you find yourself wanting to cry as you look at bruce: the bat emblem on his suit, the bloodstains on his face, the three-day stubble, the pressed lips.

you see bruce wayne in front of you. batman. gotham hero.

you bury your forehead into his chest, squeezing him in a hug and whispering something inaudible; all he can make out is an apology.

"are you okay?" he repeats his question again, but a little softer.

"no," you say softly, pressing your cheek against his, "and you?"

he doesn't say anything.

and he has absolutely no idea how it started.

you were his friend. then you were his girlfriend. then you were his sex partner.

you broke up peacefully when you realized that love just ran out. and there was nothing wrong with that; it seemed so normal that you just decided to stay friends.

you were there for him when he was going through the most difficult moments of his life, you comforted him and you always knew when and what to say.

at one point you just slept together. and it happened again and again and again until you were distant from each other.

and bruce is sorry.

he's been sorry so many times, and he's wanted your friendship back, but it just seemed impossible.

"are you okay, bruce?"

"no," he feels like he's confessing to the worst crime in human history. "i'm not okay. we're not okay."

he's putting some of his truth into this conversation, and you can't help but agree.

you see bruce wayne in front of you, he sees you in front of him.

and it pains him to admit that when he opens his eyes, he wishes he saw someone else.

you're not her.

you're not the woman who made him feel that flutter in his chest; who kissed him on the rooftops at night; who, at one point, was everything.

"i'm sorry," you whisper, hugging him again.

"what are you apologizing for?"

"i dunno... for all of it," you chuckle bitterly, nervously running your fingers over his.

you're apologizing because you realize you want anyone but him in front of you.

"don't," bruce whispers back, leaving a kiss on the top of your head that means it's okay, "it's not your fault."

he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he can, and says a name that doesn't even remotely sound like yours.

"i miss her," wayne confessed.

"i know," you parry back, pulling away and kissing him again, as if that's supposed to help, "i wish i was her."

he looks into your eyes and swallows when he sees tears in them.

and you both face the ugly truth when you realize how alone you are.

so much so that you call each other when it's completely unbearable; when you need at least someone around to hug, kiss, and eventually make love have sex with.

you almost feel sick at the thought.

"i love you," he says so quietly that only you can hear; so quietly, as if he doesn't want the world to hear it, as if it's almost a secret. and from his lips it sounds like a release.

"i love you," you repeat after bruce, pulling him in for another kiss that feels like salvation.

"i love you" is like "i'll save you" as you throw life preservers to each other and don't notice you're drowning yourself.

"you" and "him" as the "we" you might have become when you bump noses before kissing and apologizing to each other.

"loneliness" as "love" as he looks into your eyes and cries for the first time in over a year.

you're two lonely people trying to pretend to love each other.

ty for reading !! 💌

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

MUAH ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇsss

HELPP. THIS IS GLORIOUS

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