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agendabymooner · 9 months

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from the ground up ! fernando a. x ofc (professional wrestler!canadian!ofc)

“this life will go by in a blink of an eye but i wouldn’t wanna spend it without you by my side.”

summary: weeks after their 15th anniversary, trish and fernando alonso introduced the newest members of their family to the world. f1 twt were also posting about… everything alonso-related, including the names of their kids (in a loving manner)

content warning: mentions thirsty!grid of years 2023 and 2005, literally fluff, long ass names of the alonso kids, pregnancy/birth announcement, crappy spanish translations + taylor/fernando alonso references

note: i can see you lurking and i just wanna say hi 😩 everything’s been a bit of a flop, i know 🥲 there should be some pierre gasly content otw as well- but idk who else to write for (thinking about este and checo atm)

let me know what you think!! send me an ask- tell me what’s going on, etc. enjoy xx

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[1st image: “back in 2013, your husband - f1 driver fernando alonso - started a rumour about your firstborn’s name being seven something words long. you never addressed anything about it despite it being asked repeatedly. then you confirmed that that’s the case after you had given birth to your second child. the youngest.” trish: she’s not going to be the youngest soon enough but yes.]

[2nd: just for the record, our kids freddy and rey have been given at least three middle names. and since they were both born in spain, their surname follows after what the practices tell us. i didn’t honestly want to tell anyone outside our family about it but nando was so excited that he told his grid friends. sebastian vettel’s the one to basically cause chaos and said “yeah the two named their son after their ancestors.”]

[3rd: it became a recurring topic that would show up once in a while. we don’t like making a big deal out of it — our kids don’t need to have their legal papers be published or spread to the public because they are entitled to the privacy that they have now. though the two have been bragging about their names in front of a camera whenever they could. especially when their papa gets interviewed— oh god, they actually tell everyone their full name.]

[4th: “yes! i remember the press conference with him and the kids!” t: i was hoping that it wasn’t streamed live when they had that but what can i do? it’s already out there hahaha. they’re really proud of their name. “would you be willing to repeat what they introduce themselves as?” t: i might as well. so, their names are frederico hugo fernando patrick and reyna severina odette anastasia alonso staedtlander— don’t look at me like that. i know it’s long.]

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amydumas holy shiiii- more godbabies for aunt amy!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso i carried them all for you to spoil them!

user1 what’s up with the names ��

user2 what are their nicknames?!!!

thetrishalonso tino and tiago 💕

user3 name inspo?!!

thetrishalonso rubén = rubens barrichello and michael = schumi ❤️

user3 IM IN LOVEEEEEE

lewishamilton oh my god you and rey are outnumbered 😂 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso there’s no need to point it out 😂

carlossainzjr cannot wait to see the chicos, beatrice!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso hurry up, tiago’s waiting to meet his godfather for the first time 😉

estebanocon congratulations, trisha and fernando!! liked by thetrishalonso

user4 look at my bestie, getting noticed by the grid crush of the season

astonmartinf1 just found our drivers 1 and 2 for the 2041 wdc season 💚 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso freddy’s looking forward for the 2032 season 😂💚

astonmartinf1 he’s welcome to be lance’s no. 2 anytime!

fernandoalo_oficial estoy tan bendecido de tenerte a ti y a nuestros hijos 😍 i’m so blessed to have you and our kids liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso thank you so much for your love, mi amor ❤️

[translation: i am so incredibly grateful for my wife and her strength to carry not just one, but four children that i am sure i will love and appreciate as long as i can breathe. freddy, rey, tino and tiago, you will always have a place in my heart. freddy, you are an incredible big brother to all your siblings, and i can't wait for you to make them feel proud when you start your career as a racing driver. reyna, you will always be the best girl in my eyes, don't let other people say otherwise, princess. tino and tiago, you are the miracles that your mom and i have been asking for for years and i am always glad that you have come into our lives as nothing but surprises.]

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amydumas congrats alo!!! i’ve always known i trusted you with trish for good reasons 😉 liked by fernandoalo_oficial

lance_stroll look at tino! he’s just as handsome as his godfather 😎

fernandoalo_oficial eh, you’re not that handsome.

lance_stroll wOW MEAN

sevstaedtlander congratulations nando and trish! their cousins are excited to meet the two liked by fernandoalo_oficial

tillywolff aww 😍 much love from me and the whole pack! liked by fernandoalo_oficial

thetrishalonso thank you tils! we can’t wait to have a play date with the wolff cubs and have you and toto meet the twins!

danielricciardo man you’ve got some balls 🤣 congratulations on the twins, nando and thetrishalonso!

thetrishalonso thank you danny, i can’t wait for your little one to show up too. though word of advice: please don’t refer to the kids as “some balls” ever again 😭

maxverstappen1 me and sylvie are up for babysitting if you ask for it 😉

mickschumacher hell no, i’m watching the alos

charles_leclerc you guys are funny

landonorris the bigger alo kids literally love me. have you been considered a favourite by either? no? exactly.

lance_stroll bold of all of you to assume they’d even allow anyone to watch the kids

carlossainzjr you might be a favourite but me and lance_stroll are the godfathers. so, keep trying nonetheless 👍

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vettelsdarling · 8 months

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hi i love your instagram aus!!!

i was wondering if you could do an instagram au private relationship between charles x singer! reader (face claim blackpink rose) on their summer break but they get caught by fans and paparazzi?

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Lissie note… Really great idea!!! Love it! I’m not too into k-pop, so please excuse me if anything seems wrong with the pictures in terms of timeline stuff. Thank you, and I’m glad you enjoy the aus<3

Things to note:

I’m into rock/indie, so I don’t know much about the K-pop industry. Please don’t come for me :)

Reader is an up-and-coming but popular K-Popstar.

Reader and Charles have been dating since the beginning of the season (set in 2023)

Races are NOT in order

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Singer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing?

Playlist recommendations: 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysallyway

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yourusername Merci, Paris🌻💛

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user1 OHMOFMFNS HERRRR❤️❤️❤️

user2 Felt😩🙏

user3 Are you coming to the UK soon?🥰

user4 MOTHER❤️

user5 ILYSM PLSSS😭❤️

user6 So so so gorgeousss💕

user7 She’s so couquette but sophisticated and I love it

user8 AHHHH agreed❤️

user9 Please come to the US soon🤍🤍

user10 She’s been there before

user11 Yeah, I saw her last year🥰

user9 Aw no… I missed it.

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user1 How can anyone be THIS gorgeous.

user2 Exactly. How do people actually have the nerve to call her a gold digger…

user3 Wait what???

user4 People did WHAT?!

user1 ummm wtf?

user5 @ user2 is right. Fans of this boy group keep bashing her because they were seen together at a literal K-pop event…

user6 Doesn’t it make sense for her to be at the same expo though…💀 like she didn’t come for that one guy. She came for us…😭😭😭

user5 literally

user7 idk what all this drama in the comments is, but you’re so pretty❤️

user8 Vogue better feature her again😩🤍

user9 Did anyone see her interview with cosmo? She’s literally so polite and cute🥰

user10 I SAW IT🫶

user11 I don’t believe all the rumours that she’s dating some random boy group guy… she’s clearly ours.

user12 Agreed🙏

user13 I can’t wait for her to go on Jimmy Fallon🥳

user14 It’s actually gonna be so fun

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charles_leclerc It’s race week again❤️🤍

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user1 Let’s goooo #tifosi❤️🤍

user2 Please no Monaco curse again😭😭😭

user3 It won’t happen this year❤️

user4 I’m a max fan but I actually hope Leclerc wins this one

user5 same

user6 ANY K-POP FANS HERE???

user7 I thought I was the only one who noticed

user8 Guys it’s so clearly just her following him cause he’s famous or whatever. Besides, he has a lot of followers who are in the K-pop industry lol

user9 @ user8 has a point lmao

user10 yeah, @ otherkpopuser also follows him. You guys gotta calm down💀

user11 Home race let’s gooo❤️

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francisca.cgomes Gorgeous🤍

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user1 Okay so nobody is going to question why an f1 wag is in the comments…

user2 because it’s not that deep

user3 The break she deserves❤️❤️❤️ HAVE FUN🥰

user4 I can’t wait for more summer posts from her🥳

user5 I loved your set in Paris❤️ Please come back soon🫶

user6 Come to Spain pleaseeeee🙏

user7 Oooo where is this???

user8 I think she said on her story that she was in Monaco

user9 Ugh I would love to go there just to see her😭❤️

user10 Monaco is so great😩 I wanna go

user11 This is the break she deserves after her hard work❤️

user12 I thought she’d maybe go back to Korea for a little over break

user13 It’s her own choice… she doesn’t have to

user14 Sooo pretty

user15 I desperately NEED her to come to Australia😭😭😭

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sportsgoscentral Famous Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, was caught with a girl this week… who might that be👀

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user1 Wait WHAT🧍‍♀️

user2 idk… that could literally be anyone. It doesn’t look like Charles…

user3 It’s definitely him. Look at his hair.

user4 I’m slowly waving goodbye to my parasocial relationship😭

user5 STOPPP WHAT IS THIS

user6 Aw that’s cute🥰 Wish we knew who it was though!!

user7 wait… isn’t that… @ yourusername

user8 who?

user7 pretty famous K-pop idol

user8 Ohhh, she’s really pretty though

user9 so all blonde girls are suddenly her?

user7 no, I’m just saying it seems like her bc she’s in Monaco rn

user10 Whoever she is, she’s so lucky ughhh

user11 For real

user12 What happened to giving people personal space😃

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charles_leclerc Next stop: Japan✈️🇯🇵

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user1 such a random vacation spot but I dig it

user2 I bet Yuki is his tour guide

user3 that’d be funny

user4 Wait what’s in Japan?

user5 Idk, he’s just on break somewhere new ig?

user6 Can’t wait for a Japan photo dump🥰

user7 Not everyone thinking he’s going cause of @ yourusername 😭😭😭

user8 OMGGGG I FORGOT SHE’S BACK FROM HER BREAK AND IN JAPAN RNNN

user9 I am flabbergasted

user10 guys it’s a coincidence chill pls

user11 idk… doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me👀

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yourusername Thank you so much for all the chants! I love you all in Japan❤️ Can’t wait to come again🧸

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francisca.cgomes Loved it❤️ Will go to your next🫶

yourusername Can’t wait to see you again🥰❤️

user1 MOTHER😩❤️

user2 SHE ONLY RESTED FOR 2 WEEKS AND IS ALREADY BACK😭😭😭

user3 She’s so amazing🤍 I love her so much😭

user4 I LOVED THE SHOWWW COME BACK SOON~

user5 She’s so mother😩🙏

user6 ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS🥰

user7 I literally love everything abt her

user8 Where’s she going next?

user9 The US I think?

user10 Wait what???

user11 No she isn’t. That’s next month.

user12 Yeah, she’s going to Korea next and then the US

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charles_leclerc Japan was amazing❤️🇯🇵

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user1 A GIRL A GIRL A GIRL

user2 OMG THE SECOND PIC

user3 CHARLES WHO IS THATTTT

user4 New wag alert?

user5 Every K-pop fan KNOWS that the rumours are true and that’s @ yourusername

user6 New fav wag🥰

user7 I need to see them togetherrrr

user8 Omg that’s her?! She is BEAUTIFUL😩

user9 She’s literally my fav<3

user8 I’m gonna start listening to her

user9 If he’s going to the states next, it’s definitely @ yourusername

user10 It’s so convenient though, because he has the Miami gp next month🥳

user11 Isn’t she going to NYC though???

user12 Yeah she is

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wagsf1 @ yourusername in the paddock today in Miami✨

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user1 IT’S OFFICIAL🥰

user2 She is SO PRETTY AND CUTEEEE

user3 Her and Charles make the cutest couple on the grid by a HUMONGOUS margin.

user4 Literally

user5 Wait… but wasn’t she spotted in Formula 2???!

user6 Leclerc watches Arthur and she probably tagged along

user5 Oh yeah that makes sense

user7 I can’t believe she’s juggling her career and supporting Charles at the same time😭 What a gem🤍

user8 He literally hit the jackpot with this one

user9 I’m so jealous of him but also jealous of her😭😭😭

user10 You’re literally so real for that

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yourusername Since the secret is out…🤍

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charles_leclerc ❤️

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francisca.cgomes You guysss🫶

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user1 ARE YOU FOR REAL????

user2 Wait the rumours are true?!!!😭😭

user3 We lost her💔

user4 This is pain.

user5 Can’t you just be happy for her?

user6 It’s not that deep and she doesn’t know you exist💀

user7 If my future relationship isn’t like theirs… I don’t want it..

user8 IKR😩 Look at those shadow picssss

user9 Okay but when is she actually revealing him?

user10 We literally know it’s Charles💀 He even commented😭😭😭

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charles_leclerc It’s official. She’s a procrastinator…

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yourusername I’m not…

charles_leclerc Did you pack for Italy yet? We leave tomorrow.

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pierregasly Get in there mate!

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user1 I love their banter already😩

user2 They’re so cute what😭❤️

user3 She looks like a literal angel

user4 My fav singer and my fav driver… dating?! This is an actual dream come true wtaf

user5 People who oppose this will have to go through me first

user6 Nobody will be dense enough💀

user7 Nah I just know someone will be pressed about this

user8 Agreed lmao💀

user6 I mean ig😭💀

user9 I can’t wait to see all of her paddock outfits!!!

user10 Same! She's already so stylish, I bet she’s gonna go all in!!!

user11 I can’t wait to see Charles at her concerts lol

user12 Somehow I can actually imagine it

user13 My fav couple❤️

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𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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DO I WANNA KNOW? — SUGURU GETOU

tags. 1.8k, canon, oral (f.receiving), sex, sorcerer reader, mentions of birth control

notes. @joyfulenthusiastwitch asked : Hi! Congratulations on your follower milestone! I'll go with Geto + do i wanna know by arctic monkeys. Thank you 💕. thank you <3 hope you like! for the 1k follower event.

can i take you out? that nice grade 3 sorcerer had said over the rim of his beer glass during dinner after a successful mission. c'mon, l/n. let me show you a fun night out.

his words play over and over in your ears like a song that's stuck in your head. or wise words that you're ignoring. which they probably were, because that man is the type of person that someone like you should be giving attention to.

kato was the type of man that most women in jujutsu society would be striving for—competent, reliable, and a capable sorcerer. he was right in the middle in terms of ability, not embarrassingly weak yet not overtly strong. he didn't take too many missions but remained useful within his capacity.

the worst part about all of this is was that you knew better. you saw the more suitable choice, and he wanted you, but that wasn't where your desire led you to. they say ignorance is bliss and you’ve never known anything truer. if you could be completely unaware of the stupid decisions you make then maybe it wouldn't be so shameful. but you know. you know what you’re doing.

thank you so much, you had courteously said to the grade 3 sorcerer. i appreciate it, really, i do. but i don't think i'd be a very good partner for you, kato. please, there are other women better for you.

because while you had spent your day on a mission to eliminate a curse user, here you were entangled with the worst of the worst.

suguru getou. one of the four special grade sorcerers. the most dangerous curse user alive currently. a threat to the world as you know it.

there he was, in the outskirts of tokyo, walking into your hotel room as you waited on the bed in your towel fresh out the shower. his cursed energy overwhelmed you with its intensity even when he kept it at bay. anyone else in your position would use this opportunity to eliminate him. to be rid of this threat once and for all. to free gojo satoru from the burden of his precious classmate.

you were from the kyoto school so you never knew the full story of getou’s downfall as a jujutsu sorcerer. he never told you, either. all he's divulged to you was that the cycle as a sorcerer ate away at his soul and he knew that he'd be left with nothing if he continued on that way. that this society would allow him to rot just for their idea of a better good—of upholding their views as they did nothing for the non-sorcerers who continuously caused curses to manifest.

in the deepest and darkest parts of your mind, you agreed with getou. they called him deranged and unhinged as a way to other him and prevent sorcerers from really thinking of what he believes in and why. to write off his ideals as the makings of a lunatic who couldn't handle his duties and lost his mind. instead of facing the truth and seeing a young man that was pushed to this corner of defeat without a supportive hand.

getou was right. while you didn't believe that eliminating non-sorcerers was the answer, you agreed with his principles. not only that, but...

your hands roamed over his wide shoulders, feeling up the hard muscles beneath the soft fabric of his robes. the mere smell of sandalwood on his skin made you dizzy. you began to undo his robes and they fell apart on your palms like silk.

"it's been too long, hasn't it?" getou panted, unraveling your soft towel and kissing along your throat. "I can tell how much you need this. I do too.”

"getou...please..." you mewled. you had no idea what you wanted exactly, just that you wanted him.

he grabbed your jaw firmly, pressing his thick fingers into your delicate skin. "nuh uh. say my name, we aren't strangers."

"suguru," you gasped. "suguru— i want your mouth...”

he peppered hurried kisses along your neck before going down the center of your chest and navel. his kisses were wet and hot, desperate things full of desire. suguru nosed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving mean little nips, before going in and running the flat of his tongue over your cunt.

“I’ve been thinking about you every single day,” he mutters, groaning when you squirm beneath him. always so sensitive. “fuck, you like that?.”

he’s already drunk on the divine taste of your pussy. he loops his arms under your thighs and keeps them spread open for him while he eats your pussy. he can imagine men burning cities down just for a taste of you, and the thought makes him suck on your clit with vigor. he laps up that leaking cunt, relishing in the way your back arches pretty for him. your hands rake through his dark hair and begin to push him down harshly against your core. the force of it turns him on so fucking much.

you begin to use him solely for your pleasure and suguru takes pleasure in that. he likes you a little selfish. a diligent sorceress like you deserves to think of herself like this for once. he always thinks you sacrifice too much for those who don’t deserve it. so, he continues at it until you’re pulsing around his tongue. he drinks up all your juices with a rough moan.

a messy kiss later that leaves your lips glossy with the wetness of your own cunt, suguru flips you over on your stomach. the curse user gives your bum a light slap to signal you to raise your hips so he can place a pillow underneath. you playfully shake your ass at him as you spread your thighs apart, chuckling when you hear him jerking his cock at the sight. he spreads one of your cheeks apart and gathers saliva on his tongue before spitting directly into your tight hole.

“what a beauty,” suguru says, shallowly inserting his thumb into your pussy over and over. he laughs lightly when you start to grind back on his finger. “I take it you’re ready then?”

“hurry up!”

“tsk. don’t get bratty with me or I’ll really make you cry.”

it’s not an empty threat and you’ve made the mistake of pushing his buttons. as desperate as he’s been tonight, you know he’ll gather all the patience in him just to edge you and leave you aching to come, only to deny it over and over. he’s licked the tears from your face with a menacing chuckle until you sobbed and apologized for acting out.

an esteemed sorceress like you crying for a despicable curse user. the joke that’s called your life really wrote itself. you relax as you hear him take the condom out of your discarded pants pocket.

you can’t help but think of the first time he realized you required him to wear protection. his nose had wrinkled the first time you handed him a condom from the inner pocket of your jacket. a monkey made this, he had said. I almost don’t even want to touch let, let alone roll it down my dick. you don’t take birth control?

no, I don’t. you shook your head, deciding to explain to him why. half naked and kneeling before each other in bed. that if anyone would understand it’d be him. it’s common for birth control to disrupt our cursed energy and even our techniques. some sorcerers even have intense side effects because of of this disruption.

suguru hummed, rubbing at his chin with curiosity. they don’t make birth control for us? after all these years?

oh, he’s gonna hate this. nope, jujutsu society actually looks down on birth control. I’ve realized that it’s not even about traditional views, I think they just want us to pop out more sorcerers for them.

as expected, suguru’s face has darkened at this. you remember thinking that now you lost your chance of getting laid. you smiled and gave him a lighthearted shove on the shoulder.

so unless you’re developing your own safe condoms, you’re wearing this. take it or leave it, getou.

and he did. he sighed dramatically and grumbled as he did so, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes and a smile breaking through his cloudy expression. now, you turn your head back at suguru as he rolls the large condom down his thick cock without fuss. it’s something he doesn’t think about after all of your trysts.

suguru drapes his larger body over yours, crooning in your ear as he teases the head over the drooling lips of your pussy. the stretch of his thick meat always takes some time getting used to but you wouldn’t have it any either way. in these rooms under various aliases with the enemy.

you whimper as he slowly slides his cock inside you. “open up for me,” suguru whispers, placing comforting kisses over your shoulder and neck. “like that. that’s it, baby. you feel—shit—amazing on my cock.”

“it hurts,” you whine into the bedsheets. “you’re too b—” you cut yourself off, not wanting to feed into this showoffs ego. he’s so annoying.

too late. suguru huffed and began nibbling on your ear as he shallowly thrusted the tip in and out of your needy hole. you could feel his smug smirk over your skin. “too what? aw, c’mon, say it.”

you remained stubbornly silent. instead, you chose to bite into the bedsheets and hoped he didn’t hear you whining at his teasing. but suguru was kinder than most thought. he stretched to place a quick kiss to your exposed cheek.

“alright alright, i’ll stop.” he gave in, continuing to feed you his cock. “i’ll give you what you want.”

with a kiss that’s softer than you expected, suguru continued to stretch you out on his cock until he bottomed out with a broken groan. he bit at your shoulder as you adjusted and once you gave the signal to continue, he went at it like a rabid animal.

the heavy weight of his body consumed you and his hair was tickling your arms while he jackhammered his dick into your greedy hole, but there was no one else you’d have this with. suguru knew your body like the back of his hand and he treated you like a treasure that was just for him and him alone.

in these hotel rooms you two allowed your emotions to reign free and acted as lovers who couldn’t get enough of each other.

unbeknownst to you, the fact that it was a week before christmas eve 2017 would one day be vital. one day you’d look back on suguru kissing you post-coital and revealing to you that he wanted to meet you in hokkaido for christmas was just a front. he said he had things to take care of and to go without him, but he’d meet you there.

maybe he had intended to meet you there, but you would never know. grieving the death of getou suguru would be something you suffered through alone.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x y/n #suguru x you #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #jjk x reader #suguru.hc #geto.hc

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im-immortal · 3 months

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WIP Whenever — tagged

tagged by @galadrieljones // thank you!! 💕

I’m currently only working on the next chapter of Small Miracles, which is actually coming along quite nicely! Here’s an excerpt from the next chapter, Part 7: The Train Tracks (I know it’s long, but the chapter is long so this is pretty equal to an excerpt haha):

The sound of the storm door creaking open behind them draws their attention and they both swing their heads around to look. Gale steps out onto the porch, but he keeps one hand on the door as he holds it open, his other hand pressed to his throat.

“Tell her the truth, Mae.”

Mae scowls and turns back to the rope in her hands. “Mind your own business, Biter Boy.”

Beth glances back and forth between the two with confusion. Mae appears frustrated while Gale appears… well, like Gale. Simplistic in his ways, never hiding his emotions but always speaking what he thinks.

Her comment doesn’t faze him. “I am. It’s my business, too. And Beth’s. If you won’t tell her, I will.”

Mae heaves a sigh of frustration and annoyance.

“Tell me what?” Beth asks.

“Nothing,” Mae mumbles.

Gale starts, “She was listenin’ to the radio earlier, before sunrise, and—”

“Stop!” Mae interrupts, chucking her short length of rope to the ground and standing to her feet, spinning around to face Gale as though she is about to leap forward and hit him. “She doesn’t need to know! We don’t need more shit to worry about, okay? We just need to keep moving, that’s it.”

Beth remains seated, frozen and trying to figure out what’s going on. When Mae glances over at her, she locks eyes with the teenager and firmly asks, “Mae, what did you hear on the radio?”

“Nothing,” Mae lies. It is so obviously a lie.

“Mae. Tell me what you heard. You know I’m runnin’ from the CRM, too. If you keep this kinda stuff from me, it’s not just your life that’s in danger.”

“I’m not—”

“Stop being selfish, Mae. It’s not just you anymore. It’s us. All three of us. Tell me right now.”

Mae narrows her eyes defiantly, jutting out her chin. “Or what?”

Beth huffs out a breath of disbelief. “Seriously? You wanna play the rebellious teenager right now? I’m not yer parent or yer big sister. This isn’t a game that we play.”

“No, but you’re my sister-in-law.” Mae raises her eyebrows, and for a second, Beth thinks she can see tears beginning to well up in her deep brown eyes. “Right? So we’re family.”

Beth purses her lips and swallows. She slowly stands to her feet, stepping back a few inches and reaching out to grasp the railing of the porch to steady herself. Hearing it said aloud has suddenly made it seem so… real.

“Yes. We’re family,” she says quietly, voice shaky. She clears her throat and steadies it before continuing, “And that means we look out fer each other. We care about each other. We’re honest with each other.”

Mae’s lower lip is trembling and suddenly, Beth recognizes the look in her eyes that she has been trying to discern all this time that they’ve been sitting together.

It is fear.

“Mae,” Beth says gently. “Please. You have t’tell me. Otherwise, I can’t help.”

“Fuck,” Mae hisses out, turning away and attempting to discreetly wipe away the tears. She sniffles and takes a deep breath. Then she faces Beth once again and vividly gulps. Her voice escapes weak and strained as she admits, “I heard… I heard the soldiers talking to their boss. They-they’re looking for Burke.”

Beth frowns but doesn’t say anything, a crease forming in her brow.

“Burke,” Mae clarifies, “the one who—”

“No, I remember. But why… why’re they lookin’ for him?”

“He’s gone rogue. I think he’s hunting me.

tagging @pipergirl17 @spield @mistressheroine @deerdens @weapon13whitefang @xx-cherryballerina & anyone else who wants to do it 🥰

#bethyl fanfiction #tag game #WIP game

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bff help 😭😭😭😭 i look up to you so much (and a lot of other royai/riza fan artists, but you seem the most friendly) and i wanna start posting my own riza art, but im scared ill be booed off the app 😭 any advice for first time fma artists? 🥺 i mostly plan on just making riza fanarts, a little riza x oc, stuff like that. thank you 💕

WAAAHH anon you're so sweet!! First and foremost GRABS YOU you should absolutely post your Riza art! Everyone should post Riza art forever because I'm starving and slurp it up. But you should ALSO post it because it's fun to create and share with people! No one is going to boo you off of the platform, and frankly if anyone tries to they probably need to take a long walk in nature and say hi to some people they pass on the street.

As far as advice, the biggest thing is to try to avoid the "# notes = success/good quality" thinking. It's totally natural to want feedback, and Internet Validation Numbers is encouraging! But if you post something and it doesn't immediately get attention, don't beat yourself up about the quality of your work. Some of my favorite pieces (drawings and writing) are "flops", but I try not to let that discourage me or sour how I feel about them. Sometimes it's just bad luck with timing; or good luck, oppositely

Okay now for more technical advice:

Schedule your posts on tumblr. I usually schedule my art to post at 7:30pm EST kind of arbitrarily, it feels like a good compromise of time zones. Please do know that you might flashbang yourself with your art every time (I do lmfao)

Reblog your work again the next day; mix up your timing and don't be afraid to do a few self-reblogs.

Tag your posts thoughtfully but not excessively, afaik only the first 5 tags are will be where it shows up (EDIT: apparently I'm thinking of 2014 tumblr and it's now the first 30 tags! But I would also posit you absolutely will never fucking need 30 tags. Over tagging will not help, so only tag what's relevant). Series name and acronyms, character name(s), and ship name are good. Also include a tag that you put on all your art so you and others can find it easily!

Comedy usually has more reach. People love silly memes and shitposts and frankly who can blame them! That's not to say serious posts don't also get attention, but just something I noticed

HAVE FUN!!!! this sounds so patronizing, but honestly it's best to do things that appeal to you and have fun with likeminded people. Your passion and enjoyment with telegraph through your work and it will make people smile!!!

I also just want to say that a lot of other Rizalikers are super friendly!!! It can be intimidating to talk to people, but we're all just freaks on the internet rotating a fictional character in our heads. The best way to get to know people is just to reach out and comment on their art/writing/silly posts. It doesn't need to be anything crazy! You can also join fandom discord servers to talk to them on a more casual (and frankly easier) platform, with less pressure because it's less 1-on-1. If you want to DM them (discord or tumblr) def go for it, but I would recommend against just saying "hi!" and then not following it up with anything else, because then I just go "hi!" and then I don't know how to push the conversation forward lol

I would love to see your creations and hear your Rizathoughts, Anon! I believe in you! I hope you decide to come play with us in this rizaspace. Feel free to message me off anon or send me a DM if you want to chat :]

#answered asks #everyone is formally invited to talk with me about riza!!!#not even just 'invited'. perhaps im just grabbing you and sitting you down and staring at you with my Big Green Eyes. you WILL rizapost #the power of yapping about a shared interest in Character is so strong. Pack bonding.

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First of all, just know we are all here for you. It will take time to heal, so I won’t bother asking if you’re doing ok, when clearly you are hurting.

We love you and we want you to take care of yourself. Give Denny lots of hugs!

And secondly, I honestly can’t think of any other nickname/pet name Reiko would call his female s/o other than Pretty. I feel like it was so spot on after reading your smut with him.

Would you allow me to use it for my little drabble of him? Cause I’m shooting blanks on what else he would use.

Thank you for all the kind word lovely you and so many others are helping me through this. Denny has been so sweet today, he’s just been laying on me or bringing me his stuffed animals and like tucking them under my arms like he’s saying “it’s ok Mom, I share! You cuddles! We cuddles!” He’s a very sweet boy. He’s so dramatic when I cry, he literally crawls on top of me and tries to suffocate me with kisses lol He doesn’t have a clue he’s 85 pounds.

Also, absolutely use it! Please! Nothing would make me happier than sharing the use of Reiko’s pet name for the reader and I absolutely love that idea. I can’t wait to read it! I feel like I’ve seen so much Reiko content today and it has been awesome! I love seeing people finally take notice of him! I’ve also seen more people slowly writing for my number one and I’ve spent most of my afternoon crying over my dumb ex and feasting on Reiko and Bi-Han content and honestly I can’t think of a better way to get over a shitty break up than by reading about my true love (Bi-Han) plowing the reader and calling them a little slut. 💙 That’s true love right there!

I will probably take a few days to get my head right again but I don’t want to stay out of the game too long because we’re all eating good right now and I wanna feed the masses too! Though if anyone wants to add to the eating and write some soft Bi-Han hours I wouldn’t complain.

While I’m rambling about MK related things I think I am going to go back to just self shipping with Bi-Han, it’s not that I don’t adore Syzoth it’s just I’m crazy in love with Bi-Han. He’s all I can think of and he and I are who I see all the time since my wallpaper and lock screen are both self ship art of us. I’m still absolutely down to write for Syzoth and will absolutely keep writing my OT3 with him, Bi-Han and the reader because I love that trio and dynamic but for my self ship I think I’m going to just stay hopelessly devoted to Bi-Han. 💙

Sorry I kind of hijacked your ask love but in conclusion Denny is doing a very good job looking after me and you are absolutely allowed to use “Pretty” for Reiko. 💕 That goes for anyone too but if you do use it please tag me because I would LOVE to read it, that’s also open for Bi-Han using “qīn” and Syzoth using “sunshine”. I would be beyond honored.

Thanks for checking in on me love, it means a lot ❤️ I’m going to spend the rest of the night thinking about soft Bi-Han hours because he’ll never do me wrong 💙

#mortal kombat #mk reiko #reiko #bi han #sub zero #syzoth #mk reptile #ot3 #self ship #sol rambles #soft bi han hours

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crazedsnurp · 1 year

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| 💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Tagged by: @vodkafolie

• Piece I am most proud of is this one of Karl Heisenberg! Before this piece, I HATED my art in just about every way.

• I felt it wasn't going anywhere. My art felt stunted, and no growth was to be found. Then, I started this piece. I decided I was going to experiment and step outside of my comfort zone with art.

• I downloaded a TON of textured brushes and just went crazy. After trial and error, I finally settled on starting with the hat. After TWO HOURS I got done shading his crumpled hat and...

• I loved it. I was so happy with it. Something I haven't felt in a long time with my art. Of course, I enjoyed previous pieces, but it was nothing compared to this.

• So, I spent hours on this piece. I was so engrossed in it and the details. One day, I sat in the dark for 6+ hours, just coloring, finely detailing even if it was so small no one would notice upon first glance. Seeing how a certain brush worked, how I could texture this or that, it felt freeing. I just let myself go and get into the groove. It was so nice to finally have a spark back when it came to my art.

• Now I love drawing again so much. It's so nice drawing and not hating what I create. I have a newfound appreciation/approach to my work. When I draw, it's for me :))

• If anyone has questions about my process, brushes, and program I use, please ask! I am a strong believer in lifting up other artists. There is no good reason to gatekeep art. It's just ridiculous. I will offer any advice I can to help :))💖

• Also, I appreciate all the love I've gotten on this piece! I read EVERY hashtag. It's all so sweet, thank you ;-;

• I would @ people, but I don't know many here, so if you see this and wanna join, go ahead 🕺

• Here are some closeups on that piece. Thanks again gamers for the support (also if anyone ever wants art as a pfp I don't mind as long as you credit me, please! I've gotten asked this quite a few times now, so I thought I'd share here)

#karl heisenberg #thanks gamers!#I will continue to drop bangers like this when I can!!!!#also thank you for the tag that was so sweet ;-;

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gentlebeard · 8 months

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hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

thank you, dear anon. time to spread lots of love:

@blakbonnet - what would i do without meow? she’s so smart & kind & funny & so fucking talented. writing, painting, making gifs, clowning - there’s nothing she can’t do. we have one and the same brain and often send each other almost identical messages at the same time. she’s my biggest fan and greatest supporter. team beard brought us together and now i never want to be without her!

@sherlockig - my soulmate, my sunshine, my rock. not only is she incredibly sweet and one of my best friends in the world, she’s also the backbone of the ofmd fandom. she graces our screens with fantastically edited screen caps of our beloved blorbos. we’d be lost if alexz didn’t put so much love and energy into picking the perfect frames! i’m so grateful for her presence in the fandom and in my life.

@saltpepperbeard - jodi. my wifey. my one true love. nothing brings me more joy than seeing her gifs or reading her insane tags on posts. they’re better and more entertaining than any newspaper or novel. every time she has an insanely brilliant (or angsty) thought, i wanna propose to her all over again. her writing makes my brain tingle in the best possible way. btw all of you are invited to our next wedding 🥰

@bizarrelittlemew - one day i saw one of ida’s gif sets and was like: hell yeah, i wanna see more of that. i came for the gifs but stayed for her love of rhys darby, her kindness, her writing, her amazing vibe, her creativity, and her lovely self.

@not-nervous-jester - jams is the hottest person on this hellsite. they’re just so effortlessly funny and amazing. their brain has the most wrinkles because they’re so fantastic and intelligent. i invite jams to make out with me regularly because i’m secretly (or not so secretly, i guess) obsessed with them. anyway, i’m smooching you and your brain, jams!

@skysofrey - kaitlin is the sweetest human ever. sunshine in a bottle. kindness personified. seeing her yellow hearts in the tags improves my mood instantly. she deserves to have a perfect day every single day.

@stedebonnets - another 10/10 human being. how anyone can be so sweet and supportive is almost unbelievable to me. ara will make you feel like the most special person on this planet with just a few words and sweet emojis. i bet ara’s hugs feel like coming home after being gone for years.

@dickfuckk - i once called josh the bts king because he’ll know or find anything that is just slightly adjacent to ofmd. his dedication to @ourflagmeansbts is insane to me. on top of that: nice & funny dude, hilarious videos, my dj archive 😌

@rainbowcrowley - after just casually communicating over tags we have finally moved our relationship to the next stage (dms & laughing about shitty memes about politicians, apparently). addi will tell you they make “mediocre gifs” but that’s just a blatant lie. their gifs always look fantastic. a very sweet bean.

@darkinerry - marlena will come out of nowhere and throw spectacular taika gifs into your inbox or just make a straight up insane gif set of that man with clips they probably had to kill someone for. idk how else they do it or where they get them, it’s a mystery to me. excited puppy energy 24/7.

honorable mention goes to olivia aka @snake-snack-stede who is, hands down, the most hilarious person in the ofmd fandom. i’m looking forward to your s2 shenanigans as much as the episodes!!!

if i didn’t mention you, know i still love you. and you’re amazing. 💕

#i have so much more to say about each and every one of you but this is a novel already #asks #❤️

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neutron-stars-collision · 1 year

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 15 - Mess me around 'til my heart breaks

Masterlist; Chapter 14 Summary: Vengeance comes to head at the Iceberg Lounge. Just as the Riddler has planned, all along. Warnings: Angst, canon-typical violence, swearing. Author's Notes: ...hi! Long time no see, right? The story isn't abandoned nor done yet, so here I am. Hindered by writer's block, depression and no strength, this update took longer than I wanted it to, but I hope it's worth it. It's short - 5k (but not sweet), it's chaotic, it's all I could manage. If anyone's still around waiting on my two idiots - this is for you. Thank you for sticking around, and let me know what you think? Happy holidays to all who celebrate! 💕✨ Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added)

(gif credit @jokerous)

The Iceberg Lounge was a venue everyone had heard of, even though barely anyone had ever been to. For some, it was the byproduct of the reluctance of being seen within the vicinity of Falcone and his posse. For others, it was simply out of fear. Because, yes, admittedly, the Lounge and its surrounding areas did not look welcoming. Least of all, in the middle of the night, with the driving rain pounding on the sidewalk in front. Yet there you were, the handbag clutched tightly in the shaking hands, hastily assembled outfit drenched. But there was no other way.

Not when you wanted to make sure Falcone paid for what he had done. To you and everyone else. Not when you no could no longer trust Bruce to bring justice. Not when you felt the weight of what happened on your shoulders and could not shake it off. Not without doing something, anything.

So, there you were, the gun weighing down your handbag without a plan or trust that you could pull the trigger when it came to it. You never used it before, after all. Always hoping it would never become necessary. But that, as with most things, turned out to be a false hope. Taking a deep breath despite the fear constricting your lungs you straightened your back. Only (false) confidence could offer a way into a place like this. That and flirting. So, you pasted on a smirk and knocked on the steel doors barring the entrance. Within seconds, the doors opened to reveal a set of twins. Both their faces stone cold and unwelcoming.

“What do you want?” one barked the question in place of a greeting.

The sour frown only deepened once they scanned you head to toe. But you did not let that deter you, turning up the sweetness to the max and replying with a coy tone:

“No need for hostility, gents. I only wanna come in and have some fun,” you bated your eyelashes, gaze sweeping from one onto the other “Maybe meet someone nice and… Oh, you know,” you winked, signing off the unspoken statement and hoping for the best.

The other usher twitched, sharing a glance with his brother and then staring back at you with less conviction in his gaze. The flicker of hope warming up your stomach.

“We don’t want any trouble inside,” the man levelled you with a hard look, promising a repeat of what happened to you at the Inferno, should you dare try anything.

You smothered a shudder, threatening to run through your body at the memory. This time, you would swear you would be much more careful.

But they need not know that.

“I’m no trouble” feeling a little less uncertain, you paused the sentence only to drop the punchline after a beat, “Unless you want me to be” in response, the twins rolled their eyes in tandem and stepped aside to let you through “Thanks, darlings” the heart was hammering in your chest as you passed them with a final wink and began descending into the neon hell below.

After experiencing the Inferno firsthand, you knew what to expect, yet still, the booming music made you flinch as you reached the bottom of the staircase. One look around the packed club was enough to increase adrenaline levels and heighten your senses. Falcone was likely upstairs in his private rooms, rarely mixing in with the clientele. And even then, it would happen inside 44 Below, where no random partier could ever enter. No, your best bet was to sneak upstairs, hoping everything else would fall into place. Whatever the fuck that meant.

Slowly, you steered your way through the crowd, searching for the way in. There was a lift, guarded and with surveillance. As you watched, you could see a woman in a short, skin-tight dress charm her way in, clearly familiar enough with the bodyguard that she was let off. Your best bet turned out to be a fire-route staircase close to the staff rooms. You just had to find the right moment.

Which landed your way before you could properly formulate the idea. A sudden commotion at the entrance to the club made you look - curious and alert. A distant sound of a fistfight bursting underneath the drum and base. A shout and a warning. That was it. Your blessing. You crossed the room, opened the door quietly and sneaked inside without as much as a second glance. You breathed out as the door closed behind your back, feeling the blood rushing through your veins. There was no time to waste.

Your legs carried you up the staircase, not daring to look back or stop even for a second. Because every minute of hesitation could be the last one you would ever get. And if your intuition was correct, the fight erupting at the door, which became your saving grace, had everything to do with Bruce. It meant that more trouble was on its way. And that your time was indeed running out.

Reaching landing on what should be the second floor, you tried the emergency exit to find it unlocked, the heavy doors opening with a slight effort. Leaning out through the crack in the doorway, you made sure the corridor was empty before stepping out onto the carpeted hallway. It was dark; the lighting sparse and warm, drowned out by the mauve wallpaper and coal-coloured carpet. Before you could decide which way to go in search of Falcone, the light was cut off entirely.

“Fuck,” the soft curse escaped your lips as you squinted down the hallway, desperate for a clue.

You got it the very next second, a shout followed by a gunshot blasting through the rooms on your left, further down the corridor. Despite the common sense urging you to turn right, you had to follow the noise. The yelling and the gunshots. Hoping you could get through to Falcone without getting shot first.

Crouching by the wall in the darkness, you took out the gun and armed it without hesitation. Then you started tiptoeing down the hallway, keeping your back close to the wall and the gun outstretched in front. Now more gunshots were ringing through the silence all around the second story, hinting at least two fights taking place simultaneously. You did not let that thought dwell, steeling your body for whatever was coming as you crossed the threshold and entered the room. The emergency lights provided feeble help as your eyes scanned the lounge for danger. It seemed empty, an upturned drink spilt on the table, a stray bullet lodged in the velvet sofa padding. Before you could contemplate it further, the sound of a struggle in the room next door was the one to shake you out of the stupor.

You crossed the space, eyes wide, the pulse pounding in your ears as you clutched the gun in clammy hands. Nothing prepared you for the sight you encountered next door.

Falcone had his back to you, leaning over someone laying on the floor, a cue pressed over their throat, choking them.

“You made me do this. Just like your mother,” he spoke with venom, putting even more pressure on the cue, making you act before you fully understood what you were about to do.

Praying to the god you did not believe that you could stay unnoticed by the man, you closed the space and kicked Falcone in the knee, making his legs buckle with a surprised yelp. Without waiting for him to react, you delivered another punch between his shoulder blades and raised the gun to finalize the blow with the weapon, hitting him in the base of his skull. Only once he collapsed onto the floor, you could look at whoever he was strangling before you stepped in.

The blood froze in your veins upon the sight. Selina was sprawled on the ground, breathing hard and clutching her throat with desperation. Of course. She was staring at you with confusion, evidently equally shocked at your intervention. A stranger, for all she knew.

“Who the hell are you?!” a startled yell was the one to remind you why you were there in the first place.

You raised the gun again, aiming it at Falcone’s head with all the peace you could muster. Now, towering over him with no one to stop you, it was easy to remember why you had to do it. Why he deserved it.

“Oh, you won’t know me” you watched as his eyes narrowed, searching for answers you were not too eager to offer, “You might’ve heard of my father, though,” you could see the moment the pin dropped, his mouth falling agape.

Behind you, Selina stood up, groaning quietly. Despite the lack of trust, you could not bring yourself to check what she was doing, your gaze fixed on Falcone, unwavering. The bravado had faded, leaving behind only the cold determination and overwhelming grief you could never get under control. No matter the years, the pain was always there. But maybe that could help. Maybe pulling the trigger would solve it. A dangerous flicker of hope burning in your heart at the idea. At a chance of peace within reach. You just had to do it. Easy, isn’t it?

From the shock on his face, you knew Falcone did not feel confident enough to talk you out of it, too scared of the look in your eyes and the sure hand holding the gun. And for a good reason, for the edge you had been tiptoeing ever since had never been closer. Just one step and…

You armed the weapon, placing your finger on the trigger with a quiet sigh. It would be easy. So fucking easy. You met Falcone’s gaze, making sure he saw the hatred and determination painted across your face. Before your pointer finger could pull the trigger, heavy footsteps rang out in the adjacent room, bursting into the space with a too-familiar voice calling out your name urgently. You did not turn towards the door, wincing as Bruce spoke:

“Don’t do it” judging by Selina’s quiet gasp Vengeance has joined the chaos.

But his attention was only on you, closing the gap with intent. You did not dare look at him, keeping your eyes fixed on Falcone, jaw clenched in annoyance at the interruption. All the while, you had been hoping he would not be there to witness what you had to do. Now it was too late.

“Just leave me to it,” your voice shook as you replied, the grasp on the weapon tightening as if to challenge the sudden nerves.

As if to show Bruce and everyone else you meant it.

He was not listening.

“I can’t” his voice grew nearer as he stepped up close, the heat radiating from his body making you shiver slightly; it was nothing compared to having him speak into your ear next “He’s not worth it,” the gravelly voice counteracting the feelings swirling in your head and heart.

You could feel his chest pressing into your back, arms enveloping you, trapping you there. You could not let him talk you out of it. The bitter scoff escaped your throat.

“Not worth dying?” Bruce’s name was right there, on the tip of your tongue, held back only by the strength of your common sense, “He has to pay for what he’s done,” your voice cracked, betraying the storm in your head.

An unbidden sob, building in your throat despite your wishes to keep it together. Everything has faded, leaving only Bruce and the gun in your hand. And the pain of what happened, tugging at the scars in your heart, begging for notice.

As if feeling your resolve crumble, Bruce tightened the hold over your body imperceptibly, lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he whispered, only for you to hear:

“But not like this” he took a deep breath as though taking a plunge into the unknown “You don’t have to pay with him,”

It was almost enough. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to make it all disappear. But it was all still there. Falcone, the weight on your shoulders, the promise of vengeance in your reach. You would never forgive yourself if you let it go just like that.

“If I don’t do it, then no one will. And he’ll walk away from this just like that. I can’t let it happen” risking a glance at Bruce from the corner of your eye, you lowered your voice to a whisper, giving the confession to him only, “I’ve nothing to lose” there it is.

The gun was still in your hands. You could pull the trigger before Bruce would knock it out of your hold. You could still do it. The despair rose to a crescendo in your veins, the blood rushing in your ears, urging you to do it. To give in. Let go.

“You do, and I care too much about you to let it happen” his final whisper hung in the tense silence before Bruce closed his arms around you, forcing the weapon out of your hands, “I’m sorry,”

As soon as he let go, you took a step forward, out of his grasp, a pathetic sob uncovering the cracks in your heart before you could get it under control. You did not dare look at Bruce or anybody else. Instead, you stared at the floor, silent and motionless. You could hear Falcone’s attempts at backchat, some nonsensical, witty comments that were probably his way of making Vengeance lose his cool. You knew it was pointless. Soon enough, the man was being led away, undoubtedly bound to be arrested as soon as they reached the club level. Somewhere, deep within that misery slowly filling all the caverns in your heart, you wanted to see it officially happen. Even if only to further irritate the wound, which would never heal.

“You guys seem close,” Selina spoke suddenly, making you whip around to face her, surprised she had not left yet; almost enough so to miss the curious notes in her tone “How do you know him?” she eyed you closely, the taxing gaze scanning you from head to toe and back again as if it could answer the questions she had.

It was impossible to let go of the apprehension as you returned her stare, taking her in and weighing the options. The truth was not one of them, so instead, you settled for a half-truth:

“Through work,” it was difficult enough to keep a neutral facial expression, not letting her see that you knew more than you could admit.

And not allowing yourself to get consumed by the jealousy that still seemed hard to smother. Even when knowing Selina had no clue you existed or were in the picture. It still hurt.

“What kind of work?” the incredulity wove itself into her emphasis, making you frown inwardly.

You could not answer that question. Shrugging, you gave her a parting nod and fled the room without another second wasted. It was already too close for comfort.

***

By the time you had pushed through the rapidly gathering onlookers and managed to step outside, Falcone was already in handcuffs. You could see Gordon standing next to him, reciting the formula by heart with Bruce right by his side, towering over the scene like an avenging angel. Once his gaze fell on you, he nodded almost imperceptibly. You chose to turn your head away from him, unable to process the chaos in your head. Anger was there, clear as day, simmering and boiling with increasing ferocity. At what he took away from you. But resignation was there, too. Seeping the remains of energy and determination from your body till all you could dream of was to crumble and let the rain wash you away. Please.

“Goddamn rat,” a sudden menacing whisper from the doorway of Iceberg Lounge made you look up.

Along with everybody else. The Penguin had joined in on the gathering, looking down at Falcone with unhidden contempt. The sentiment was reflected in the eyes of the other man as he asked:

“What’d you say?” tone sharp, all but asking to be challenged.

Everyone was still, watching the scene with their breaths held. It seemed significant. Like a duel that would determine the future of Gotham, one way or another. Like impending coup d’état, which would either change everything for good or burn to smithereens without ever taking flight.

“Enjoy your night at Blackgate, Carmine” the sour look never left Oswald’s face as he added with a hint of glee in his voice, “Probably be your last”

Without knowing the details of the rivalry unfolding before your eyes, you knew he meant it. There was no friendly warmth there, no respect. Darting your gaze to Falcone, you knew he saw it too.

“Oh-ho. So, you’re a big man now, Oz?” the provoking edge only seemed sharper with each word exchanged between the two.

“Maybe I am,” the Penguin only shrugged, his gaze steely as it settled on the (former?) boss.

The scales were starting to tip one way instead of the other. The scene at hand was almost enough to turn your mind away from the pain and the anger.

“Really, Oz?” Falcone’s lips quirked into a smirk; although shackled, he still looked down upon everyone else, sure of his power and superiority, “Because to me, you were always just a gimp in an empty suit,”

As soon as the insult hit, you knew something was coming. A stray gasp escaped the gathering as your eyes again found Bruce’s. He felt it, too; you were sure of it.

“I’ll spray paint your ass!” the yell had not yet landed when a shot reverberated through the alley, and all hell broke loose.

Falcone had collapsed to the ground with a sharp gasp, the rapidly spreading bloody stain marring his shirt. From the corner of your eye, you could see the cops crowd the Penguin, convinced he fired the shot, mindless of his protests. Bruce was kneeling by Falcone’s body, tension radiating off his form.

You could not move, frozen in the spot, mind reeling from the gravity of what happened. Someone took it from you. Someone fired the shot. The one you were supposed to deliver. Falcone was gone. Dead. And you did not know why your heart shattered in your chest or why it was suddenly hard to breathe. Fuck.

The streetlight above the scene flickered, drawing your attention back to the moment. A faint thought begged for your focus, but you could not remember what it was supposed to be. What you had forgotten and why it felt crucial.

“Bring him into the light. And you’ll find where I’m at” Bruce’s whisper felt like the necessary push, making you stagger forward, joining the GCPD in surveying the windows and rooftops in search of the Riddler.

It had to be him answering his riddle in the most literal of ways. You should have realised it sooner. Should’ve known what to expect.

Before you could process it fully, one of the cops pointed at a window almost in front of the Iceberg Lounge. The unit clamoured towards the apartment block opposite, dispersing the crowds with their orders and threats. You watched as Bruce disappeared into the shadows, leading the task force into danger. Without thinking, you backed away into the alley, hiding from the rain and the prying eyes. The Riddler was close; you could almost feel it.

The text chime on your phone made you look at the screen distractedly. It was a message from work, calling you over to the Gotham Square Garden and report on Réal’s imminent victory. A wayward sigh escaped your throat as you buried your nose in the scarf around your neck and breathed in deeply. You would go soon. Only… just a moment longer. Just until you knew they had him. Just until you could talk to Bruce.

***

It was nearly half an hour later when your waiting paid off. Or when the burner phone vibrated in your pocket and you were welcomed by a simple text:

“We’ve got him. Can I talk to you?”

For a second, you considered not replying, letting him hang and determine the answer for himself while you dashed off to work as you should have done ages ago. But that voice was a mere whisper, quickly overshadowed by feelings lurking in the darkness and waiting for their time to shine. Same ones that made you come back to him each time. The same ones you did not dare analyse, fearing what you would find.

“I’m waiting in the side alley near the Lounge. Need to go soon” pocketing the phone, you took a hesitant step out of the shadows.

It was getting increasingly difficult to pretend the feelings were not there. No matter the anger and resentment simmering in your veins, you still wanted, needed to see him. Would wait for half hour in the cold and rain to look into his eyes and exchange a couple of words. Because he understood, he knew what had been kept secret from everybody else. Because Bruce might as well be the only person who saw you.

It was terrifying.

Before panic could kick in, you heard the approaching footsteps at the exit of the alley. Even now, after everything, seeing Bruce in the suit felt strange. You could easily see him there, underneath the cowl and armour. And yet, Vengeance looked nothing like the man you have come to… love?

“Is he arrested?” you blurted out the question to prevent those words from spilling outside.

He did not notice. Instead, Bruce came even closer and faltered, the previous confidence nowhere to be seen as his eyes roamed over the dingy alley, looking for somewhere to land.

“Yeah, he… I think he wanted to be. And now he’s asking to see me in Arkham and…” his voice was softer now, lacking the edge and certainty as his gaze settled on you, searching for answers, “I don’t know, it all feels like a trap, yet I can’t walk away. The Batman can’t walk away” breaking the eye contact, Bruce sighed quietly.

The resolve to be cold and cruel was waning by the minute. You chose to stare at the ground as you followed with another question:

“Are they inside looking at his stuff now?” the awkwardness was hard to shake off.

But it was either that or admitting how much it all hurt. And you had enough of vulnerability today. Least of all when it came to Bruce.

“Yeah,” as if understanding the intent behind your formal questions, he added, “If I learn something, I’ll let you know. For now, all we’ve got is his identity – Edward Nashton, an accountant” he met your eyes again, waiting for the nod to mirror the gesture.

Making a mental note of the surname, you could only flash him a thin smile, hoping it could convey even half of what you were feeling.

“Okay, I’ll check him out,” the next words were out before you could overthink them, staring at Bruce to make sure he knew you meant it, “Be careful… there, with him. He’ll probably try to rile you somehow,”

You did mean it, feeling a distinct flash of panic upon the thought of him alone with the Riddler. Even separated by the prison bars. There was no telling what he would try, what he could tell Bruce to reach his goal, which still was a mystery.

Something in his eyes shifted when your words sunk in, the awkwardness melting for the softness to take its place. Yet, still, what Bruce said next took you by surprise.

“I’m sorry. For taking it away from you,” his voice was barely louder than a whisper now, spoken with remorse and uncertainty you rarely got to hear from him.

The anger was not there anymore, replaced with aching resentment, making it hard to find the words you needed as you felt Bruce watch you closely. Steeling yourself for the umpteenth time during the evening, you sighed and kept your eyes fixed on the ground as everything came rushing out:

“I get it; it was probably for the better. It’s just… please don’t pretend you care when I know that you don’t” swallowing hard, you clenched your fist to stop the hand from shaking.

The vulnerability was always hard because it meant letting the other person know they had your heart in the palm of their hand. They rarely knew what to do with it, bruising and breaking it until you could not breathe anymore. It was always like that. You were always stupid enough to let it happen again. This time was not any different. Bruce wasn’t any different.

A sudden gust of wind made you shiver in the cold, almost taking your mind off his silence, extending far beyond shreds of comfort. The decision to cut the conversation short with a half-assed goodbye was just on the tip of your tongue when Bruce spoke again:

“I care” the desperation in his tone made you look up despite common sense.

He took another step, closing the gap between you to a meter. Too close and too far, all at once. But it was the look on his face that broke you, the sheer extent of confusion painted across his features as if Bruce really believed what he preached. As if it was you who had it all wrong, accusing him of indifference. It was the necessary push back into insanity and frustration, digging out the anger from its shallow grave. Enough to admit to what you thought you could never tell him. Taking a deep breath against the constricting lungs, you levelled him with a hard gaze:

“Bruce, I saw you. With her. In that man cave you’ve got below the tower, or whatever the fuck that is” he flinched as soon as your words hit the mark, only fueling the bitterness in your heart “I know my part here is done. I’ve shown you the ropes, now you can woo her. Just please, don’t make me believe I mean anything to you” as if to taunt you, your voice broke on the final vowels, adding an edge of despair to the speech.

And betraying your feelings as you could do nothing but stare, knowing well that Bruce was many things, but stupid was not one of them. All that he lacked now was a confession, damning you for eternity. And yet you still could not bring yourself to look away, frozen by an invisible force, unable to do anything but stare as the myriad of emotions passed through the familiar blue eyes. Surprise, disbelief, and frustration were easily identified. All overshadowed by that indescribable emotion you have seen before. One that you did not dare contemplate for the fear of losing the shreds of sanity. After all, it was simple. Wasn’t it?

“You’re wrong,” Bruce’s voice broke through the silence as he took a final step in your direction.

Your mouth opened in protest, daring him to call bullshit on what was pretty obvious. To you, anyway. But you never got that far.

He was fast, his hand curling around your jaw, angling your head so he could press his lips to yours without hesitation. You could only gasp as Bruce kissed you, hard and unrelenting. The pressure of his mouth against yours was almost dizzying, wiping your mind clear of anything that was not him. The taste of his tongue prodding your open. The bruising teeth catching onto your lower lip without an ounce of reservation. A deep groan escaped his lips only to be swallowed by yours. You wanted nothing else but to yield. Let him take your pain and confusion and make sense of it.

With each passing second, you felt the certainty wane, leaving nothing but confusion behind. Because Bruce kissed you like he meant it. Like the heat of his mouth was only yours to experience. Like he never wanted you to forget what it felt like. Your fingers curled around his jaw, brushing the exposed skin with a reverence that came from starvation. Because it could never last. No matter how much you wanted it to.

The sobering thought was the one that made you end the kiss and take an abrupt step away from him. Away from what felt familiar and right. Away from the temptations. You did not meet the searching gaze that settled on your face as you scrambled for reason in the haze.

You could not stay, called by duty and the smithereens of dignity. So, you did what you knew best. You ran. Sparing one last look at Bruce, you hoped your eyes could convey the apology you could not voice. Even if, in the grand scheme of things, it was inconsequential. Then you were off, walking away with your gaze trained on the ground beneath your feet. Hoping time and distance would do the rest. And knowing better that they would not.

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