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[achinglovers]

Hey! It’s me again, I hope you’re well. can I please make a request again? You’re absolutely allowed not to make it for whatever reason. This would be for Jason Todd x sunshine!reader. Can be fem or gn. Anyway I had the idea of reader being Dick’s best friend and him deciding to set up reader with Jason on a blind date bc he thinks they’re perfect for each other. He knows you’ll make Jason feel seen and Jason will make you feel safe. He knows your personalities will balance out. The date is somewhere unexpected and it goes really well. you send Dick a thank you gift later. I hope this is enough info, if not I can give more details. Thank you for reading and thank you if you write it!

You’re ALWAYS welcome to request I love all your requests and this one too! I‘m a big fan of bfb and grumpy (but secretly a sweetheart) x sunshine!!

At the moment I‘m having a really hard time with motivating myself to write so I‘m not sure when I‘ll get to it and I have another request I‘m trying to work on so I‘m sorry if you have to wait a bit!! I’ll try my best to start writing soon!! Hope you’re doing great!! 💌

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bruce finding out that jason is still a crybaby 🥹 jason act tough but if you push him a bit more in a personal arguments he'd start spilling fat tears down his cheeks and now you have an armful of sad boy in your arms. bruce forgot this fact every single time they fight.

happy father's day to bruce who needs to navigate through the many many emotions of his kids 😭 this is what you get for adopting a gaggle of children

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Just be sorry || Tim Drake x fem!reader

— You had decided to accompany your fiancé to the gala, but the moment you got there he left you alone. The last straw was when you saw him talking to another woman, who seemed very interested in him.

!!: request by @itssolsticee! hurt/comfort. no use of y/n. fiancé!ceo!Tim. mention of OC. +1.5k words. Not proofread. English is not my first language.

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You knew her—well, more like you knew what her name was. Not because Tim had mentioned her—or even bothered to introduce her to you—but because Bruce had told you her name when you noticed your fiancé, standing in one of the room’s corners, talking with the woman.

You had noticed the way her red dress hugged her curves way too tightly, and how the corset pushed her chest improperly upwards for it to be prominent, like an invitation for lustful eyes, a trap for disgusting but rich men. 

You weren’t a jealous person, but there was something in that woman that didn’t sit right with you. The way she kept blinking too much while keeping a smile on her face—not polite, but flirty—and that smile was directly aimed at your very taken fiancé. 

You finished the champagne you had and walked towards the two of them. Your heels clicked on the floor while you moved graciously around the hall. Everyone glanced at you, at least for just one second, except Tim. He didn’t notice your presence until you wrapped your hand around his bicep. 

“Hi! I believe we haven’t been introduced.” You smiled at the woman. Your smile was bright and perfect, too perfect it almost gave away how fake it really was.

“I believe not,” she said, mirroring your exact same smile. “Vivian Maxwell.”

You nodded and told her your name, “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be rude, but I need to talk to my fiancé for a second.”

“Oh, I didn’t know he was engaged,” She faked being surprised. 

Bullshit, everyone knew about Tim Drake’s engagement to you the second he dropped on one knee; it had been in every headline for a week. It was basically common knowledge by now. 

“Well, now you know. Now, if you'll excuse us.”

Tim gave the woman one last polite smile before following you outside of the hall, into one of the empty balconies, away from the annoying people who were thirsty for gossip. 

“What the fuck was that, Tim?” Your hand left his arm, and he instantly missed your touch.

“What was what?” He asked. Tim Drake, the smartest in his family and a great detective, didn’t know what you were talking about; he was completely oblivious to his partner’s feelings.

“You, talking with her, in a ‘way too friendly’ way,” you said. His eyebrows frowned, but he didn’t say anything. “Tim, I really didn’t want to come here in the first place. You knew I wasn’t feeling well, but I came anyway because I knew this gala was important to you and the business. But the moment we step here, you leave me. You disappear in between these people I don’t know, and later I see you talking to her, who, by the way, was definitely one second away from kissing you right there. Now, don’t tell me you didn’t notice, because I’m not dumb and you aren’t either.”

“I left you so you could sit down and not feel overwhelmed by all the people I needed to talk to, because you weren’t feeling well,” he tried to explain.

Your mouth opened in disbelief. “Is that really your excuse? That you were looking out for me by leaving me alone?” 

“Look, babe, I’m sorry, I thought you needed space-” 

“If I wanted space, I would’ve stayed at home, Tim,” you cut him off. 

To say you were disappointed was not enough. Tim had always been attentive; he had worried about you deeply, and now it was like he didn’t even know you. 

“I’m going home,” you said, leaving Tim there on the balcony, just like he had done with you some hours ago in the hall.

Maybe it was a stupid thing to get mad about, but tonight what you needed was to have your fiancé next to you, and he hadn’t been able to do that simple thing. Instead, he had gone to talk to a woman who was clearly interested in him, and Tim, who clearly saw her intentions, let her continue with her flirtations.  

The moment you arrived home you threw your heels against the shoen rack, not even bothering to leave them properly in their place. Your feet hurt, your head hurt, and you wanted to cry. The interaction between Tim and Vivian still replayed in your mind because, after spending the entire night searching for him, you hadn’t expected to see him with her. You wouldn’t have minded if she had known her place, but it was the stubble touches, her nails tracing pattern against his hand, and, worst of all, Tim not even seeming bothered by her, that pissed you off.

You didn’t want him at home today. You wanted to stay alone, just like you were minutes ago at the gala, but this time because you had chosen it, not because your fiancé had abandoned you. So you picked up your phone and texted Tim.

I hope Bruce can lend you your old room at the manor. Don’t come home today.

Tim knew he had fucked up. Now, seeing everything from your point of view made him feel like a total asshole, and he understood your reaction as well as the messages you had just sent him, but he wasn’t going to leave the argument unfinished. You deserved a proper apology, and, after that, he would go to the manor for the night if that made you feel better.

The second he arrived at your shared apartment, he noticed the entire place’s lights off, except for the warm and dim light of your nightstand peeking through your bedroom’s door. Tim felt horrible after the short argument at the gala, but the second he heard you crying, he felt like a total monster, unworthy of your attention right now. 

He stayed next to the room’s door for a few seconds, hearing your sobs and uneven breaths. He didn’t know how to approach you now. Saying “I’m sorry” was not enough, starting with an explanation was even worse, and just silence was too risky to even try it. But he couldn’t stand there, he needed to do something. 

He took a deep breath and, with a tightness in his chest, he opened the door. You were curled up on your side of your bed, still in the gala’s dress, and with your makeup completely ruined by your tears. The sight of you like that destroyed Tim, he hated himself for making you cry.

“What are you doing here?” You had stopped crying. Your voice was harsh, but the words came out broken. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking careful steps towards the bed. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a total jerk, and you didn’t deserve it.”

You tear your gaze away from his, looking at your hands, playing with your fingers. You couldn’t look at him right now, and Tim understood.

“I really don’t know what else to say. I’ve been stupid, and I know I should’ve said something to Vivian. I shouldn’t have left you alone, and you didn’t deserve a poor excuse back at the balcony.” He sat down on the mattress, keeping some distance from you just in case. “I would be lying if I said that I’m not looking for your forgiveness. But I want you to know that I feel horrible for leaving you alone and mostly for making you cry.”

You finally raised your eyes, connecting with Tim’s. You saw the regret, and the guilt behind them and he noticed the sadness and betrayal in yours. 

“I’m the man you’re going to marry. I’m supposed to make you happy, to make you feel loved and safe and secure. But I’m a total mess when it comes to you.” He couldn’t hold a little smile, and he saw how you fought to hide yours. 

Yes, Tim had always been a disaster when it came to you. You had always made him feel nervous without even trying. He had always tried to do the right thing, and he had always ended up doing the total opposite without noticing. He didn’t even know how he could be engaged to you right now. For him, he really was the lucky one. 

“I just want you to know that I am extremely sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again.” Both of you stayed looking at each other in silence. Tim was waiting for a reaction, while you thought about your fiancé’s words. “I can go and stay the night at the manor if y–”

You cut him off by hugging him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and you buried your face in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body tightly, pulling you against him. 

Both of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other. The love, and admiration, and forgiveness the hug brought made you cry again. That was the only thing you had needed, an “I’m sorry” from the man you loved the most.

“I love you,” you mumbled against his shoulder, tightening your hug.

“I love you more,” he answered, kissing your head while his hands caressed your back.

And you knew that he meant it. 

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A/N: guys I swear I'm working on the 500 followers event.

Tim Drake taglist: @farahdrawzz @princesstrunkz @jackiememopad @currentblasphemy @astraeasworld

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Shy!Jason Todd Headcanons 𐙚

shy!jason who’s looks can be deceiving. he usually looks somewhat scary, like a cliché from some dark romance book, leather jacket, his hairy messy, scars across his face and peeking out beneath his sleeves, when hiding underneath is a shy, empathetic and sensitive soul.

shy!jason who noticed you at your place of work, a small bookshop near his apartment, months before ever talking to you. the first time the two of you talked, you came up to him as you saw him behind a shelf, softly tapping his shoulder and watching him turn around, eyes wide and startled as the blood rushed to his cheeks at your presence.

shy!jason who was actually hiding behind the shelf before you came up to him, after seeing you smiling at a customer, leaving him short of breath and his brain scrambled.

shy!jason who comes back at least once a week after you introduced yourself and recommended him some books you thought he’d like. what you didn’t know is that he’d already read most of them and just bought them a second time because he couldn’t tell you no.

shy!jason who walks out disappointed in himself every time after talking to you without asking for your number. he’s been so close to just saying the words a thousand times but he just can’t bring himself to say them out loud when he’s face to face with you.

shy!jason who starts staying until you close the shop on your shift and offers to walk you home one night. this becomes a habit. sometimes he’s there during the last hour until closing, sometimes he’s held up with red hood stuff (which you don’t know about), so he comes just as you’re locking the door behind you.

shy!jason who’s face flushes so bad when you compliment him. it could be something as simple as praising his taste in books or telling him the color of his shirt is nice.

shy!jason who is walking you home one night when you’re cornered by some low-life thugs demanding your personal belongings and holding you at knife point. and suddenly he isn’t so shy anymore. he pulls you behind him, buffing his chest as he barks at the thugs to get lost. you don’t see everything, your view blocked by his broad shoulders, but from one second to the next they’re running for their life.

shy!jason who turns back to a blushing mess when you thank him for defending you. he just nods, avoiding your gaze shamefully as he continues to walk you home. he was scared you would see him in a different light after showing off his rough side. in reality, you’re thinking that the cute, shy guy who always visit your shop just stood up for you, making him even hotter.

shy!jason who’s eyes widen when you ask him on a date that night, finally giving him your number. he can feel his neck heat up as you take his phone and type in your number, your hand brushing his calloused one as you hand it back to him.

shy!jason who goes home that night absolutely delighted, finally getting your number. he can’t believe you just asked him on a date. lying in his bed, he debates wether to text you immediately or if it’s too soon. what would he even say? he didn’t want to come off as needy or too eager, but he also doesn’t want to seem like an asshole. in the end, he decided on a simple goodnight and see you tomorrow.

[r0manc3-dawn]

the concept of Jason being shy while also being the same dude who cut several people’s heads off and put them in a duffle bag.

i ate this up, it was so cute.

[achinglovers]

Shy!Jason Todd Headcanons 𐙚

shy!jason who’s looks can be deceiving. he usually looks somewhat scary, like a cliché from some dark romance book, leather jacket, his hairy messy, scars across his face and peeking out beneath his sleeves, when hiding underneath is a shy, empathetic and sensitive soul.

shy!jason who noticed you at your place of work, a small bookshop near his apartment, months before ever talking to you. the first time the two of you talked, you came up to him as you saw him behind a shelf, softly tapping his shoulder and watching him turn around, eyes wide and startled as the blood rushed to his cheeks at your presence.

shy!jason who was actually hiding behind the shelf before you came up to him, after seeing you smiling at a customer, leaving him short of breath and his brain scrambled.

shy!jason who comes back at least once a week after you introduced yourself and recommended him some books you thought he’d like. what you didn’t know is that he’d already read most of them and just bought them a second time because he couldn’t tell you no.

shy!jason who walks out disappointed in himself every time after talking to you without asking for your number. he’s been so close to just saying the words a thousand times but he just can’t bring himself to say them out loud when he’s face to face with you.

shy!jason who starts staying until you close the shop on your shift and offers to walk you home one night. this becomes a habit. sometimes he’s there during the last hour until closing, sometimes he’s held up with red hood stuff (which you don’t know about), so he comes just as you’re locking the door behind you.

shy!jason who’s face flushes so bad when you compliment him. it could be something as simple as praising his taste in books or telling him the color of his shirt is nice.

shy!jason who is walking you home one night when you’re cornered by some low-life thugs demanding your personal belongings and holding you at knife point. and suddenly he isn’t so shy anymore. he pulls you behind him, buffing his chest as he barks at the thugs to get lost. you don’t see everything, your view blocked by his broad shoulders, but from one second to the next they’re running for their life.

shy!jason who turns back to a blushing mess when you thank him for defending you. he just nods, avoiding your gaze shamefully as he continues to walk you home. he was scared you would see him in a different light after showing off his rough side. in reality, you’re thinking that the cute, shy guy who always visit your shop just stood up for you, making him even hotter.

shy!jason who’s eyes widen when you ask him on a date that night, finally giving him your number. he can feel his neck heat up as you take his phone and type in your number, your hand brushing his calloused one as you hand it back to him.

shy!jason who goes home that night absolutely delighted, finally getting your number. he can’t believe you just asked him on a date. lying in his bed, he debates wether to text you immediately or if it’s too soon. what would he even say? he didn’t want to come off as needy or too eager, but he also doesn’t want to seem like an asshole. in the end, he decided on a simple goodnight and see you tomorrow.

[totallynotashieldagent]

ummm sooooo-

childhood best friend jason todd who makes promises like when i grow up, i'll marry you and then we'll be happy forever- but then he gets adopted by bruce and becomes robin and between all that, loses touch with you and then dies.

he comes back, becomes red hood and its not until he sees you again when he remembers his promises.

you run a small bookstore thats also a safe haven for kids to just loiter around and read-

he goes home and looks up everything about you, everything he's missed out on and what you're upto now- he finds out that you got married and then divorced, something about an abusive husband and sealed police and hospital records- a restraining order as well so he does what he what he thinks is right. he kills your ex for you and then starts to leave little trinkets for you at your shop- giving the kids gifts to bring to you from red hood-

this goes on for weeks and weeks until you stand outside your little shop, hands on your hips, looking up, trying to find him-

he lands right infront of you and takes off his helmet, you still dont recognize him. he's older now, scarred, his eyes aren't even blue anymore-

its not until he says im all grown up and i still wanna marry you that you realize who he is- and all he can do is hope and pray that you still want him the way he wished you did when you were kids.

send post <333

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hi! I recently found your Langdon and Abbot fics and omg they’re so good🥰

i don’t know if you’re accepting requests right now or not, but I was thinking of either Langdon or Abbot being jealous of reader telling them that they have a crush on someone and they don’t know how to confess to them, but langdon/abbot don’t connect the dots for a long time, and when they finally realize the connection, they think they’ll missed their shot with the reader🧍‍♀️

This sounds complicated now that I’m reading it back, so you can simplify it if you want, but ugh, I love the way you wrote Abbot in the drunk reader fic 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

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pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader is a resident, mention of a broken wrist, kissing a/n: hai lovely! i'm so sorry this took me ages to post. i've had such a busy month, but. hope you like this <3 also, whoever notices the very very vague and almost not noticeable new girl reference i love you and i'll give you a cookie. wc: 5.2k

Jack Abbot rarely entered the breakroom.

Not because he didn't need a break, but because the breakroom meant sitting still and sitting still meant thinking and thinking meant remembering things he'd rather forget. He preferred to keep moving and keep his hands busy.

But he did enter the breakroom when you were in there and today you were.

Jack stopped just outside the door, his hand hovering over the handle. He could hear your voice through the crack and he felt warm the way he always did, when he heard your voice.

He pushed the door open.

You were sitting at the round table in the corner. Next to you sat Shen, who was currently nursing what had to be his fourth ,or fifth? Dunkin' iced coffee of the day. The cup was sweating onto a napkin that was already soaked through. Meanwhile, Parker was sprawled across the entire length of the old couch, her eyes closed, one arm thrown over her face.

"I'm not telling you," you said, and Jack heard the smile in your voice even though he couldn't see your face yet. You were angled toward Shen, leaning away from him as he playfully poked at your side with his free hand.

Shen was relentless. "Come on. Just a hint. First letter? Star sign? Anything."

"No."

Jack stepped fully into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. The sound made you glance up, and he saw the exact moment you registered it was him. It was like your eyes softened, whenever you spotted him. He didn't think about it too much, because if he did he'd have to look deeper into it and he wasn't sure if he could handle that.

Shen didn't notice. He was too busy trying to poke you again.

"Not telling him what?" Jack asked, keeping his voice casual as he headed for the coffee station. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

You looked caught off guard, which was rare. You were usually so composed, but right now you looked tense

You opened your mouth to say something, probably a deflection, but Parker beat you to it.

"Who she's crushing on," Parker mumbled from the couch. She sat up slowly, her knees bent, elbows resting on them. "She won't tell us."

"Parker!" you called out embarrassed.

Shen chuckled, finally giving up on his poking campaign. He leaned back in his chair, slurping the last of his iced coffee. "Trying to blackmail her with months' worth of Dunkin', but she won't let up. She's stubborn. Respectable, but infuriating."

Jack reached the coffee station and turned to face the three of you fully, one hand resting on the counter. He glanced at you again, and this time, you met his eyes.

Just for a second, then you looked away, dropping your gaze to the table. Your fingers found the hair tie around your wrist and started tugging at it, a nervous habit Jack had noticed weeks ago and had definitely not spent any time thinking about since. Definitely not.

Jack looked back at Shen. "I don't think blackmailing someone with something you like is going to work," he said, turning his back to the group to face the coffee machine. He stared at it for a moment, buying himself time to calm down from what he had just heard.

"I expect an answer from you by the end of the day," Parker announced, pointing two fingers at her own forehead in a lazy salute as she finally stood up and left the break room.

Shen took a loud slurp of his almost empty iced coffee and looked at you with hopeful eyes. "Will you tell me if I buy you two months of coffee?"

"No," you said flatly, but your lips twitched.

Shen sighed dramatically, stood up and shuffled toward the door. "Unbelievable. I give and I give." He paused in the doorway, looking back at you with genuine affection. "You know I'm just gonna keep asking, right?"

"I know," you said softly.

Shen shook his head and left, the door closing behind him and just like that, it was just you and Jack.

You sat there for a moment, trying to recover from the overwhelming embarrassment. You pulled at your hair tie again, snapping it against your wrist just to feel something other than the weight of his presence in the room.

Jack finished making his coffee and finally turned around. He leaned against the counter, cradling the warm cup in both hands, and looked at you across the room.

"So, a crush, huh?"

You met his eyes and immediately shook your head. "Not you too," you mumbled, dropping your gaze back to your hands.

He chuckled weakly as he watched you.

You pulled at your hair tie again and again and again and again, until the silence was too much.

"Just a small one," you mumbled. "Nothing will come of it. Probably. So don't worry. HR won't have to get involved." You looked up at him then, meeting his eyes with a weak and embarrassed grin. Because he was your boss, after all.

He laughed at that, still weak. "Why do you think nothing will come of it?" he asked gently, and then he took a sip of his coffee, but his eyes stayed on yours.

"Because I'm not going to say anything."

Jack lowered his mug. "Why not?"

You swallowed. The hair tie snapped against your wrist one more time, and you forced yourself to stop, to let your hands fall limp in your lap. "I don't feel like being rejected, Jack," you said softly.

You had the privilege of calling him Jack because he'd told you so once, months ago. You never used it as much as you wanted to.

Jack watched you for a long moment, his hazel eyes piercing yours. "Now who would reject you?" he asked.

You couldn't help the shy smile that formed on your face.

Jack smiled immediately in return. His heart was hammering in his chest, loud enough that he was sure you could hear it from across the room. He took another sip of his coffee just to have something to do.

"I'm not taking a chance with that," you said, still smiling. "Thank you, though."

He shook his head slightly, the mug still near his lips. "You should."

He only said it so he could figure out who it was. That's what he told himself. He just wanted to know. It was just professional curiosity.

You stared at him, and then you plucked at your hair tie so hard it left a mark on your skin. "Jack, I am not confessing to someone I have a crush on at work," you sounded genuinely appalled.

He chuckled at your reaction. "Who is it? Maybe I have some intel."

You shot him a sharp look. "Don't even try."

He laughed for real this time. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. I've had lifetimes of experience. I'm sure I can help you out."

"Not happening," you said, shaking your head, but you were smiling again.

Jack tilted his head, studying you. "Is it a resident?" he asked, watching your face for any tell.

"Jack," you said, half a warning, half a plea.

"Intern?" he pressed.

"Ew, no," you mumbled, and the disgust in your voice was so genuine that Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.

You hadn't had any pleasure with any of the interns. For some reason, every new batch that rotated through thought they were above everyone else. Too smart for bedside manner and too important for basic respect apparently. You didn't get along with them, and Jack knew that. He'd had to save you from social interactions with them more than once.

Jack nodded slowly, pretending to think. "So not an intern. Not a resident." He took another sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving yours. "That doesn't leave many options."

There was a long pause and the Jack broke the silence first. "Attending?" he asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice. If you said no right now, if it sounded genuine— he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with heartbreak at the ripe age of fifty, but he knew it would hurt.

"Yup," you mumbled sarcastically, still not looking at him. "You got it. I'm crushing on Robby."

Jack paused. "Seriously?" he asked, and his voice had dropped an octave.

You finally looked up from your hair tie. Your eyes met his, and you saw genuine horror in his eyes.

"What? No!" you called out, waving your hands in front of you like you were physically erasing the words from the air. "I'm joking!"

You giggled and you could have sworn you saw him let out a sigh of relief. His shoulders dropped just slightly and his grip on his coffee mug loosened.

"Jesus—no way, no." You shook your head in disbelief that he'd even thought for a second you'd be interested in Robby. "Robby? Really, Jack?"

Jack grinned, but it was shaky around the edges. "Who then?" he asked, and his voice was steadier now.

"Jack," you said, and you stood up from your seat.

Jack raised his head, following your movements as you crossed toward the door. His eyes stayed on you the whole time until you were standing at the doorway, and only then did his gaze drop back to his coffee.

You paused with your hand on the door frame, watching him for a second. Your eyes drifted to the back of his head, to those gray curls that were always just a little too long, that always made you want to reach out and—

You quickly opened the door before he could notice you standing there, watching him like some kind of creep.

Hours passed. You moved on autopilot, your body knowing what to do even when your brain was somewhere else entirely.

You tried not to think about Jack. You tried really hard, but every time you turned a corner, you expected to see him. Every time someone called your name, your heart jumped. It was pathetic.

Jack finally got a breather around 4am.

He sat down at one of the computers and let out a small groan under his breath as he stretched his leg out in front of him.

Despite feeling the need to always be working, he didn't exactly hate charting as much as other people did. Mostly because it gave him an excuse to rest his leg for a moment without feeling like he was taking an actual break. Charting was work. It counted. No one could look at him typing up notes and accuse him of slacking off.

He moved his mouse around, pulling up the next chart, when he heard the squeak of wheels.

Shen rolled his chair next to him, sipping what appeared to be a new iced coffee. Jack didn't know how Shen's heart was still functioning.

"So," Shen said, taking a loud and obnoxious sip, "did she confess?"

Jack shot him a look from the side, not turning his head, still moving his mouse around in slow circles on the screen. "Confess what?"

He knew Shen meant you. He could feel it in the way Shen was looking at him, that weird look he always got when he talked about you. Jack had never been able to figure out what that look meant. He'd brushed it off for weeks as Shen just being friendly, or maybe Shen having a crush on you himself. Which was fine. That was fine. Jack had no claim on you. He had no right to feel anything about who you spent your time with.

Shen shrugged, taking another sip. "You know. Who she's crushing on. She tell you after I left?"

Jack's jaw tightened as he kept his eyes on the screen. "No."

"Did you ask?"

Jack finally turned to look at Shen, and something in his expression must have been sharper than he intended, because Shen held up his free hand.

"Okay, okay. Just wondering." Shen leaned back in his chair, spinning his coffee cup between his palms.

Jack didn't respond. He turned back to his computer and started typing, his fingers moving faster than necessary, the keys clicking loudly in the relative quiet of the nursing station.

For the past two hours, as he'd worked, his mind had been circling back to that moment in the breakroom. You'd said no to Robby, but there was only one other attending left. Shen.

He'd been trying his best to avoid both you and Shen for the rest of the shift, because if Shen was so desperate to know if you had a crush on him, if Shen wanted to take you on some fancy Dunkin' date, Jack wanted to know nothing about it.

He thought about how many times he'd paired you up with Shen over the past couple of months, how many times he'd specifically assigned you to Shen's cases, how many times he'd told you to go ask Shen for help. He'd done it on purpose, because when he'd first realized he had feelings for you Jack had tried his best to get rid of them. He couldn't be crushing on his resident, could he?

Well, he had been.

So he'd done the logical thing and distanced himself and now look what he'd done.

Months later, he still had feelings for you. They hadn't gone anywhere. They'd just buried themselves deeper, grown roots, wrapped around his ribs and squeezed every time you laughed at one of his stupid jokes.

Except now you were in love with someone else.

He didn't know that for sure, but you were just so close with Shen.

Shen took another slow sip of his iced coffee. His eyes were fixed on Jack with an expression that hovered somewhere between curiosity and concern. It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but then he changed his mind, swallowed whatever it was along with the last of his caffeine.

"Did she at least tell you an initial?"

Jack closed his eyes for a second and counted to three. He reminded himself that Shen was his friend, that Shen had never done anything to him and that Shen was relaxed and chill and genuinely a good person to have around during a bad shift.

Then he opened his eyes and turned to look at Shen.

And look Jack really did like Shen, but right now, he was also pissing Jack off.

"She didn't," Jack gritted out through his teeth, trying his absolute best to appear kind.

Shen took another sip, completely oblivious. "Nothing?" he asked again. "No hint? No cryptic clue? She didn't even give you a vague direction to point us in?"

Jack wanted to rip that Dunkin' cup out of Shen's hands and pour it over his head. He wanted to watch the brown liquid drip down Shen's perfectly relaxed face and soak into his perfectly unwrinkled scrubs. He wanted Shen to sputter and cough and look at Jack with betrayed eyes while coffee pooled in his lap.

"No," he mumbled, turning back to his computer screen even though he hadn't typed a single word in the last three minutes.

Shen hummed thoughtfully, spinning his empty cup between his palms. "Huh."

Jack stared at the blinking cursor on his screen. It mocked him. It blinked and blinked and blinked, waiting for him to be useful. He didn't mean to say what came next.

"It's probably J or some crap like that."

He knew he sounded pissed, but he also knew that this was the only way to get John Shen off his back, to hand him the answer on a silver platter so Shen could go find you and live out whatever romance he had brewing in his head.

Shen's face lit up. "See!" he called out, loud enough that a passing nurse glanced over at them. "I knew it! I knew it!"

Jack's fingers curled into a loose fist under the desk.

"God, Parker owes me like fifty bucks." Shen was practically glowing now, grinning from ear to ear. "I knew she'd admit it first. I told her. I said, 'Parker, she's going to crack before the end of the week,' and Parker said—"

Jack tuned him out. He closed his eyes again, and this time he let himself picture Shen drenched in iced coffee. The image brought a small amount of satisfaction. Jack opened his eyes and kept moving the mouse in slow useless circles.

"—so anyway, I really owe you one, man." Shen was still talking. "This is huge." He smiled happily, before finally looking back at Jack. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"What am I going to do about it?" he repeated slowly. Jack turned his head fully toward Shen, not even bothering to seem friendly this time.

Shen tilted his head further, studying Jack's face. "Did you at least ask her out?" he asked slowly as if Jack might be stupid.

And maybe Jack was stupid, because he had no idea what Shen was talking about.

"Why should I ask her out for you?" Jack mumbled, turning back to his computer. He was done with this conversation and with Shen's grinning face. He wanted to go back to his charts where nothing hurt and no one had crushes on anyone.

"What?" Shen finally said.

Jack didn't reply. He prayed that Shen would take the hint and roll his chair back to his own computer and leave Jack alone with his misery.

"If you guessed the initial was J," Shen said slowly, drawing out each word like he was explaining something to a child, "why didn't you ask her out?"

Jack's fingers froze over the keyboard. He was feeling stupid now, really genuinely stupid.

Shen leaned forward slightly. "You do know your name starts with a J, right?" he asked, and he sounded genuinely confused now.

"Well, so does yours," Jack shot back.

He was well aware that this was a baseless theory. He'd just made up the fact that you were crushing on someone with a J because he'd assumed that you liked John Shen.

The two men stared at each other.

Before Jack could say another word, Shen burst into laughter and made a couple of nearby nurses glance over with raised eyebrows.

"Is this a joke?" Shen asked between gasps. "Did you already ask her out and now you're messing with me so I won't get my fifty bucks?"

Jack stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "What?" Jack asked, genuinely lost now. "I didn't ask her out. Why'd you keep asking me that?"

The grin slowly faded from Shen's face, now almost pitying. He stared at Jack for ten full seconds before finally speaking. "Because, she's crushing on you." Shen pointed at Jack with his Dunkin' cup for emphasis, drops of brown liquid splashing onto the desk. "J. As in Jack Abbot. Which, by the way, is you."

Jack didn't move or say anything as he stared at his coworker.

Shen set his cup down on the desk and leaned back in his chair, looking almost amused again. "Parker and I were just teasing her. We've known she liked you since like day one." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm glad she finally told you. I didn't think she ever would."

Jack's hands had gone still on the keyboard.

Shen, oblivious, kept talking. "We've been betting on who would confess first—you or her." He picked up his cup again and took a long sip. "Guess I won. Finally."

After a long pause Jack finally spoke. "Guess you did," he mumbled.

He turned back to his computer screen, clearly dismissing Shen and Shen finally took the hint. He stood up, grabbed his empty cup, and patted Jack on the shoulder one more time. "Good luck, man," he said quietly, and then he was gone.

Jack stared at the screen.

What?

There was no way.

It didn't make sense. You were too smart to like someone like him. You had too much common sense and too much going for you. You couldn't like him.

And yet his brain started supplying him with little moments he'd filed away and tried very hard not to think about.

You were exceptionally kind to him. You'd told him once, like it was nothing, that you loved working with him. You spent a lot of time around him, more than you needed to. You always seemed to find a reason to be in whatever room he was in.

And whenever he went to the roof, you'd find him.

You'd just sit down against the wall, pulling your knees up to your chest. You worried about him. He could see it on your face whenever he came off the roof edge and walked back to you. You usually didn't say anything, which he appreciated more than he could ever put into words. You'd just hold out your hands, and he'd pull you up and you'd walk back inside together without a word.

You also got flustered around hima lot, especially when he called you sweetheart.

Jack turned his head. Through an open doorway he could see into one of the exam rooms. You were in there, talking to a mom who'd brought in a child with a broken wrist. The kid was maybe six years old, totally absorbed in an iPad.

There's no way, right?

Jack didn't even want to think about his own behavior, because God knows he spent his free time flirting with you. He loved flirting with you.

You were checking the little girl's wrist once more and the girl looked up at you and you smiled at her. You softly patted her head, smoothing down her hair, as you continued to comfort the mom with words Jack couldn't hear from this distance.

Did he have a chance with you?

It was just rumors, but if Parker believed you were crushing on him, it had to be true. Parker loved gossip, but she only enjoyed true gossip.

He trusted Parker, not so much Shen, but still.

He didn't even notice you walking up until you were standing at the nurses station right in front of him. You leaned against the counter, peeking down at him with a smile.

"Hi, Jack," you said, and his name sounded different in your mouth now or maybe he was just hearing it differently. "Charting?"

"Yeah," he finally managed. He cleared his throat. "Bit behind."

He eyed you as you pushed off the counter and rounded the corner. You pulled out the chair Shen had abandoned twenty minutes ago and rolled it next to Jack's. "Need help?"

You stared at the computer screen, scanning the chart, before looking back at Jack. He was still staring at you, he realized. He was mostly now seeing you in a different light, because now he had to be observant of your reactions to him.

So he just smiled. "No, I'm good, sweetheart."

He moved his chair aside slightly, making room, and you rolled closer without hesitation. Your knee bumped against his for just a second before you pulled back, and Jack saw you bite your lip right as the word sweetheart left his mouth.

"You did a good job with that little girl," he added, deciding to push a bit.

You looked at him, leaning back in your chair, a surprised smile spreading across your face. "Yeah? You saw that?"

He nodded. "Could see how relieved the mom was."

"Oh, I'm so glad. She came in so terrified, and the little girl wouldn't stop crying." You paused, your smile softening. "Thank you, Jack."

Jack smiled back. "You always do a good job. You don't have to thank me for pointing out the obvious."

You lit up even more and you looked down at your hands, then at your shoes and then back at him

Yeah, Jack thought. Parker was right.

That was all he could think as you looked down at your shoes. Your shoes, which were pointed right at him.

Jack took risks that night.

He dragged you from room to room with him and by the third time he called your name, Lena shot him a weird look from across the hall, but she also seemed weirdly happy about it.

You, on the other hand, had zero complaints.

Every time he called for you, your head whipped around like some excited puppy, a smile already forming on your lips before you even knew what he wanted. He found it endearing.

As he led you into an exam room, his hand found the small of your back and when he glanced down at you, you seemed delighted. But you stumbled over your greeting to the patient and you got so flustered that you could barely talk to the next patient either.

Jack happily took over.

By the time day shift started trickling in, the night crew was shuffling exhausted towards the lockers.

You seemed awfully happy for someone who'd worked twelve hours and so was Jack.

Jack leaned against the row of lockers, watching you. You shook your hair out slowly, your fingers working through the tangles. You were humming something under your breath and you looked so happy that he almost didn't want to interrupt.

He admired you for a second, before he stepped closer.

"I'll walk you to your car," he said softly.

You looked up, startled and then your face broke into that smile. "Thank you." You grabbed your bag quickly, swinging it over your shoulder, and turned to face him with the biggest smile.

You happily chitchatted about everything and nothing. Conversation came easy with you, it always had.

Jack thought about that as he led you to your car, how much he enjoyed just sitting next to you in comfortable silence and how much he adored seeing you. How much he adored you.

When you finally got to your car, you stopped talking. The sunrise painted everything in soft gold and he saw you admire it for a second, before opening your car door.

"Thank you, Jack," you said softly.

Jack shot you a smile as you tossed your backpack onto the passenger seat and then you turned back to say goodbye.

Jack finally found the courage to say what he'd been thinking about the entire time. "Did you know Shen and Parker have a bet going?"

You raised your eyebrows, finally meeting his eyes again. You leaned back against your car and crossed your arms over your chest.

"No," you said, confused. "About what? Why didn't they include me?" you asked, and now you actually sounded offended. "Shen always loses. I could've won some money."

Jack chuckled. "It's about us."

You froze, your arms fell to your side and your eyes widened. "What?" you asked, and your voice came out smaller than before. "What do you mean us?"

The way you said us made Jack's heart stutter. For a second, he almost backed off. "They're betting on which one of us will confess to the other first," he said.

Your brow furrowed deeper. "Confess what?"

You sounded so dumbfounded that Jack almost laughed again. You sounded like he had earlier with Shen. He chuckled nervously. "That we like each other," he said.

"Like how?" The words came out fast, you looked like you were in genuine distress

Jack laughed out loud now, still nervous. "Sweetheart, I think you know how," he said softly.

You stared at him and then finally mumbled, "Right." You shuffled your foot against the pavement, scraping the toe of your shoe back and forth. Your hands found each other in front of you, fingers twisting together. "Weird bet," you mumbled.

Jack tilted his head, still watching you. "Is it that weird?"

You glanced up at him, and your expression exposed you fully. You looked terrified.

Jack felt awful and also deeply endeared by you. He tilted his head, angling himself so he could meet your downcast eyes. When he finally caught your gaze, you stared at him.

"Is it weird to you?" you whispered.

Jack smiled. How endearing, he thought. "No," he said softly. "I don't think it's weird."

You stared at him and he stared at you. And that's when Jack finally made a decision. "Think Shen's going to lose this one," Jack mumbled as he finally stepped closer.

You lifted your head, trying to figure out where this was going. Your heart was slamming against your ribs and it only got worse when he framed your face with his hands.

His palms were warm against your cheeks and his fingers were gentle. "I like you," he said, and his voice was steady even though his hands were not. "And I'd like to kiss you. Is that okay?"

This was the scariest thing he's ever done in his life.

You were staring at him, eyes wide open, barely grappling that he was holding your face.

"What?" you whispered.

Jack's lips twitched into a small nervous smile. He pulled back just a fraction and asked again. "You okay with me kissing you, sweetheart?"

He was grinning now, because as he pulled back, you followed him, just enough that your chin tilted up, your eyes dropping to his lips.

"You wanna kiss me?"

"Very much so," he said gently.

Your whole face lit up and you finally nodded.

He quickly pressed his lips to yours. Your hands flew up and gripped his wrists as you pressed back against him with a happy little sound that Jack felt more than heard.

Jack couldn't believe what was happening. He certainly couldn't believe he was kissing your sweet lips. You were such a sweet kisser too, soft and eager and wonderfully responsive, and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips even as he kissed you.

He pulled back after a moment just to look at you, but you hurried to chase his lips with yours, and Jack chuckled as he allowed you to kiss him again. He tilted his head, changing the angle, and you sighed against his mouth like you'd been waiting for this your whole life.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes were wide. Jack chuckled softly as he pushed your hair behind your ears, his fingers lingering on the shell of your ear, trailing down to your jaw.

"You're a nice kisser," you whispered.

You smiled when he tilted his head so your lips would keep brushing with every word. His breath was warm against your mouth, and you didn't want to pull away, not ever.

"So are you, sweetheart," he mumbled against your lips. "Really good."

You beamed up at him and then he pressed a kiss to your nose. "I can't wait to tell Shen that he lost another bet," he mumbled, and there was a smugness in his voice that made you giggle.

But then you perked up. "He bet on me?"

Jack nodded, his hands still cradling your face, his thumbs still stroking your cheekbones. "He thought you'd confess first."

You giggled again. "Well, that's on him. He should've known I'd never take the first step."

"I'm glad I did," Jack said quietly as he leaned in again.

[llovelygood]

Bruce Wayne loves to call you his wife.

“My wife”. His wife. You. His.

Those two words just taste too sweet in his mouth and roll perfectly on his tongue. 

He uses that term on those cozy mornings, when his body still aches, the sunlight is barely welcomed into the room, and your naked bodies are touching. The word “wife” comes out of his mouth like a sigh, like a secret poorly kept, right above your lips. Because it is not a secret that Bruce is devoted to you entirely; everyone knows, but there are people who simply choose to ignore it.

That’s Bruce’s favorite moment to call you his—whenever someone seems to not understand the term “his wife”.

It usually happens in galas. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, forever the best dressed, will always talk to everyone in the room. Bruce will be the one greeting new people while you will be starting simple conversations with the ones you had already met in previous galas.

Most people know their place—Mrs. Wayne is clearly off the market—but there is always at least one man who tries to shoot his shot. And Bruce Wayne always notices.

He notices when the man steps closer and invades your personal space. Not close enough for you to feel his breath, but at an uncomfortable distance that is considered inappropriate. 

You’re never a damsel in distress; you know how to deal with people and you’re quick to remind them of their place. But, for your husband, this is the best part of the night, so you let him mark his territory.

He walks towards you and the man, positioning himself to your left, and his right hand lands in your lower back. Bruce’s smile is somehow arrogant, full of pride and satisfaction. And it is in that moment when he finally gets to say his favourite words.

“I’ve seen you’ve finally met my wife.”

Bruce’s voice is polite and professional, but the word “wife” in particular is territorial, and your husband uses it like a trophy. 

Yes, he is the lucky one to have you and be married to you. And you could fall to your knees right in that moment, but you stay there, with a satisfied smile, enjoying your husband's touch and watching how the man apologizes and moves on to another person. 

You love being Bruce Wayne’s wife and he loves it even more.

A/N: Tomorrow I have my very last exam and I need to pass, so wish me luck. Follow for more :3

Bruce Wayne taglist: @princesstrunkz @currentblasphemy @planetevermore @astraeasworld @andraax2 @dlthl

[achinglovers]

hello hello!! so glad we're mooties now, I love your fics so much 🫪

–@llovelygood

yay!! me too! I adore your writing so much!! 💌

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[luna-azzurra]

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

[proship-froggo]

Why isn’t there more of...?

Why aren't people writing for...?

I really need writers to...!

...fandoms are dying so quickly these days :(

Look at these numbers and tell me if anything comes to mind why that could possibly be the case.

An ungodly amount of people consume and move on. Perhaps a reblog on a lucky day but no interaction with the creator at all. 8 THOUSAND people leaving kudos but only 4 comments? I'm sorry, but that's insane work.

Writers are begging you to interact with them! A simple comment can make our whole day! If you enjoy a story please please please let the author know! Fandom is meant to be shared. Writers don't want to feel like a supermarket aisle where you just take what you want to and leave them empty.

*the numbers were taken from HoTD fanfics

[achinglovers]

I LOVED YOUR LUKE SKYWALKER SO SO SO MUCHHHHHHH IT SO CUTEEEE I CANTTTT

but if you could Luke Skywalker x reader and either a part 2 of the first one you did, or, a one shot, where obiwan finds reader when he kinds Luke ( this is a new hope area btw ) and they go on the ship together and Han starts flirting with reader ( reader doesn’t know he’s flirting bc Han just flirts weird but Luke knows ) , Luke gets jealous, Luke gets hurt somehow and reader fusses over him a bunch and stays with him every waking moment and he is just avoiding her and she asks what’s wrong and they confess?????

First off, thank you sm!!

I thought of doing a part 2 like where they finally really talk or just following the events of tesb like maybe reader goes to dagobah too and i could make it like a series thing…

But I LOVE your request and I‘ll definitely try to get to writing within the next week and I‘ll tag you!! Ty for requesting 💌