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I'm Gemma (or Gem) – coincidentally a Gemini! – 20, from New Zealand!
I'm a certified horse girl but also a fangirl for The Beatles and a lover of The Lumineers!
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At times I'm Bucky Barnes's controversially young girlfriend, Clark Kent's girl, Jack Abbot's favourite patient, but most importantly a yapper about everything, inconsistent writer, cinephile, avid letterboxd user, and much more if you dare to find out ;)
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masterlist | last updated:Clark Kent - Our House - 6/04/26 [nz date format]
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My dividers are by the amazing @saradika-graphics and @cursed-carmine
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⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02 ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05 ⭒ Part 06 ⭒ Part 07 ⭒ Part 08 ⭒ Part 09
boots! that’s my ego boost! | @targaryenluvs
javadi and santos whine about the seemingly never ending pairs of heels you have. is it your fault your boyfriend loves to see your ego boosted?
kissed and made up | @/targaryenluvs
after pissing off your boyfriend in the late hours of night before his shift, you decide to bring him a nice big lunch during said shift. except not one of his coworkers knew you were actually real, let alone oh so gorgeous and sweet!
beyond infatuation | @rizbert
jack abbot is obsessed with you and he’s going to make it everybody else’s problem
menace!jack | masterlist | @yournamesnob
Two idiots in love being absolutely fucking annoying with each other and making it everyone's problem
Visiting Jack at work | @dixonlvr
Secret relationship | @/dixonlvr
3 times The Pitt suspected your relationship with Jack and 1 time you revealed it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 | @springtyme
The night takes a turn when Jack finds you in the ER hallway with two little girls who look unmistakably like you. He realizes there’s a whole part of your life he never knew about. But maybe, if you let him, he’d really like to understand it.
You better think about your next words carefully, or they will be your last ones | @savemefromanepicoftimewasted
Babies, and older children alike had always gravitated towards you, it’s why you’d chosen pediatrics. Jack had been all for it, wanting you to be happy with your choice and not end up regretting it down the line.
husband jack abbot | @satcrns
…for I am the Lord who heals you | @mercury-retrogay
Tragedy often forces action. After Jack Abbot lost his wife, he tried to raise his kid the best he could, now as a single father. And he got damn lucky with the one he got. So when you're invited to go to Pitt Fest with your friends, he isn't overly worried about you making bad choices. But it was never your choices he should have worried about.
The Pitt’s Baby | @xreader1989
My Girl | @fleurrain
The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient’s life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you and your work.
boyfriend!jack abbot x reader fluff | @abbottini
Aces | @somethingeh
you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself with a very permanent problem?
you are in love | @cowboylikemillie
Walking HR Violations | @neo-nomatrix
The Pitt knows you and Jack Abbot as two of the best emergency medicine doctors they have. They tend to see a different side when the clock hits 7:00 am. A side in which, HR should likely be involved.
a coparenting blurb | @det-loki
Staring Problem | @gemmawritess
You can’t take your eyes off your boyfriend but he can’t take his eyes off of you either
a little bit of sunshine [masterlist] | @mayfieldss
over a series of night shifts you become acquainted with your coworker Jack Abbot. He's a stranger to you more than a coworker, but as work pushes you closer together, tensions rise and what is supposed to be a friendly relationship becomes something more. Slow burn Jack abbot x sunshine!reader fem!reader
worth every penny | @euon111a
the best kind of company
Thirty Minutes to Tell the Truth | @adisillusionedauthor
My hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) | @teamhappyme
nightmares, part two | @bunnywritesfanfic
i bet on losing dogs | @leviathanspain
old habits die hard
jack abbot during cuffing season | @i9chicago
Does Your Mother Know? | @punkgeekcryptid
First day [1], pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5 | @tedmustache
What was supposed to be a simple first day, turns into the kind of dramatic entrance people tend to remember… especially Dr. Jack Abbot.
Jack Abbot x Robinavitch!Reader
Your Move, Abbot | @jrabbott
Jack and reader are in a situationship, but readers ready for a relationship. Jack isnt but Liam Johnson the neonatologist is.
Embarrassed? | @/jrabbott
Reader thinks Abbot's embarrassed of her
PUPPY | @xobiggs
falling for the older guy at work.
The Bet | @alexandritte80
With Mrs. Abbot heavily pregnant, the hospital makes a bet. Who will win?
You Should’ve Asked | @deliciousangelfestival
You keep your personal life private at your new job. Until one day, your son’s innocent answers spark wild office gossip about your “mysterious” husband. Everyone thinks they’ve figured him out.
The Neighborhood Doctor | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott can handle anything in the ER. Gunshot wounds, nonstop chaos, and barely any sleep are all part of his routine. That is his world, and he manages it just fine. What he cannot stand is something as simple as a neighborhood BBQ. But when his wife asks him to go, he shows up anyway. His plan is simple. Say a few unsettling ER stories, make his exit early, and get through the night. The outcome, however, does not go the way he expects.
No Excuses, Part 2 | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott walks into his night shift expecting another case, until he steps into the trauma room and finds the patient isn’t a stranger, but someone from his past.
In Sickness and in Health | @moondustfairies
You didn't want to worry Jack and his overprotective nature, but when you started to feel ill, all you wanted was your husband.
Baby Blues | @/moondustfairies
Jack comes to visit you at work on his day off, bringing with him your little baby girl.
Eulogy | @porchlightfairy
while jack is at work, reader experiences undescribable pain. come to find out she was suffering from an ectopic pregnancy and is rushed into the hospital during shift.
Over It | @saccharinespring
Jack Abbot broke your heart without rhyme or reason. Now you’re just trying to get over it, despite his constant attempts in not letting you.
It Had To Be You | @munsonpetal
you and jack abbot have known each other for five years. over those five years, feelings on both ends began to bloom. will one failed date finally give one of you the courage to admit your feelings?
chain of command | @hearts4hughes
3 + 1 | @/hearts4hughes
three times jack abbot flirted with you without you realizing, and the one time you realized
casual !! | @/hearts4hughes
Burnt Toast | @bitchinbarzal
jack is on school drop off duty.
The Edge | @/bitchinbarzal
jack realises he has little eyes on him now.
my old guy | @/bitchinbarzal
jack can face a lot but your four year old is something that scares him.
Rumors | @girlmeetsworld2005
Love Burns | @lostinmyownwaves
Reader is a firefighter who is married to THE Jack Abbot. You and your team respond to a call that goes side ways. Jack comforts you through it all. Basically just Jack Abbot fluff with a smidge of angst. Also Robby acts like a big brother to you.
Emergency Cinnamon Roll | @/lostinmyownwaves
Reader meets Jack Abbot when her neighbor is in peril and sent to the ER. After he helps them out, reader wants to show her appreciation and bring him a sweet treat.
Staying Overtime | @pellucid-constellations
You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn’t been like this.
secret baby with jack abbot… | @soulluvrrr
adjustment period | @whatif-ialreadydid
growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head
“Pearls” | @/whatif-ialreadydid
a missing earring sends you down a spiral
meet me at our spot | @/whatif-ialreadydid
after a month of meeting jack after your shifts, you finally resolve to do something about the pesky little crush on your boss
Dad jack | @richeeduvie
Jack struggles to keep his cool as he watches the chubby, perfect baby you’ve given him get her shots…
Jelly Little Baby | @/richeeduvie
Jack attempts to be kiss the love of his life, his obsession, his everything, the mother of his child, you. He attempts this in front of said chubby child. Which…was a big, big mistake.
birthday blues | @/richeeduvie
You can barely handle your excitement to give Jack his birthday cake...until you overhear him complaining about your all too peppy behavior to Robby.
cry into him | @/richeeduvie
A cruel patient has you in tears in the supply closet, and when Jack is the one to find you, the need to comfort is only made up of instinct.
SPRING INTO SUMMER MASTERLIST | @avidplutofan
first loves always come and go as the years of life ebb and flow. but one thing is constant in your life. one person, really, that refuses to leave your life completely. because no matter where you goes, jack abbot is there to remind you that he’s always there to stay.
ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ | @daehosunshine
You’re always teasing Jack about being older, but when the hospital faces a potential cyber attack and you’re the one who don't know how to use a fax machine, the tables turn.
Oblivious to Him | @mabel-777
jack likes his younger resident, but, you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.
Keep It Secret | @/mabel-777
trying to keep a secret relationship around your coworkers.
Nothing More | @/mabel-777
jack thought you were nothing more than a casual relationship, but when he lost you, he realized how badly much he screwed up.
tick tock, biological clock | @mariasont
you’re proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.
Hey guys! Probably not the thing you're all wanting to hear, but I'm going to take a week or so pause from writing all my wips/requests, as it's the anniversary of a family member passing this upcoming weekend. I will be back before you all know it, but I just wanted to notify everyone about the delay in getting new fics💞
Hellooo! It’s not a request necessarily, but it could be if you wanted it to be. How do you think Jack Abbot or Pope Cody would feel about a girl who was more eccentric? Like big personality, always dressing up in fun outfits, very chaotic, loud, emotional, weird, nerdy. Someone who is just not everyone’s cup of tea (me). 💕💕💕
Hmmm Pope would admire someone eccentric even if he himself isn't 'out there'. I think him being with you constantly and seeing you living your life in the way you want would inspire him to follow his own path and truly act the way he wants, if you get me. It would be a golden retriever x black cat situation, I reckon. Ultimately though, he would adore all parts of you and try to play into them as much as possible, whether that be following your fashion advice or watching/reading media you love and things like that. Pope has always been 'unusual', so it would be a comfort to be with someone who may be viewed that same way at times.
For Jack, he'd love it. No questions asked. Jack has a very witty and almost out-there personality, so for him to be with someone with similar mannerisms and that confidence would be a match made in heaven. I think he'd do a good job matching aspects of your personality and, other times, complementing it. Jack doesn't really care what others think of him, and to be with someone who also puts themselves out there carefree would be the breath of fresh air he needs. He'd go off at someone, though, if they were to try any forms of judging you; you're his girl, and there's no chance of anyone disrespecting you when you're with him. But yes, Jack Abbot loves your big personality and the way he's drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
hiii guys! I am working on some one-shots for Jack Abbot and Pope Cody but in the meantime if anyone has any requests or thoughts to share my inbox is wide open🫰🏼
Our House
Synopsis: A cozy night at home with your boyfriend makes you realise this has been all you've wanted throughout everything you've been through.
Warnings: Nothing just my rusty writing. WC:1.6kish
Gemma says:I miss writing for Clark, so excuse how rusty I am with his character give me some time and I'll be better!! I'm sure we can all tell that this fic has elements from the song 'Our House'.
Immediately you felt your body begin to finally relax as you stepped inside your home—letting the scent of the vanilla candles you had brought at a farmers’ market a couple of months ago wrap around your senses. You sighed softly, dropping your bag near the door and toeing off your shoes.
The picture frames of you and your boyfriend adorning the walls are always reminding you of how far you've come to achieve this with someone. Every time you admire the collection of photos of not only you and Clark but also photos of your friends and you, you smile and feel more at ease seeing all those forms of love forever preserved.
Clark was shuffling around the kitchen as you heard a couple pots and pans clatter, making you laugh slightly as you saw him hit his head on an overhead cupboard as he stood up—you'd think a giant like him would be more aware of himself. You had expected him to actually curse as he rubbed the new bump on his head, but no, you just heard him utter 'golly’ as if it were forbidden to say.
You’ve come home many times to a sight similar to this, but yet your heart still melts as you watch your boyfriend's face light up like an excited puppy when he sees you. “Hi, honey,” he exclaimed, already crossing your already small kitchen in a single step to pull you in for a hug.
You took a second to reply as you savoured the warmth from Clark’s body holding you as you tried to hold him as tightly as he was holding you. One of the best things about hugging Clark is the fact you can lean all your weight on him and he won't budge, allowing you to completely melt into him. "Ugh, I wish I'd stayed home today,” you groaned, nuzzling your head against Clark's chest as if you could hide from the world in his embrace.
“I know, but you're here now,” Clark cooed, already taking it upon himself to lightly scratch your scalp. You were; you could almost cry tears of happiness with how safe you felt—if Clark weren't a superhero already, you’d be telling him how he should be one with the way that he does anything to make someone feel safe and protected.
"Dinner's almost done; it's your favourite." Hearing those words from Clark actually made your eyes well up.
“I love you so much,” you declared, stepping back from his arms to cup his face, running your thumbs along his cheekbone as you kissed him. Immediately Clark hummed against you, snaking his arms tighter around your waist to pull you back into him.
In the past you never thought you would want to maintain physical contact with someone, but something felt different with Clark; when you met him, everything truly fell into place. He showed you that relationships don’t carry constant aggression and fear and instead coaxed you out of a state of residual panic with his dorky grin and gentle touches.
Just as your hands trailed down his neck in turn with your tongue slipping past his lips—this was your favourite meal. Suddenly he pulled back, making you whine at the loss of him against you. “As much as I love you and kissing you, dinner's ready." He gestured between you both, letting his dimples show as he grinned down at you. Light-heartedly, you rolled your eyes in reply.
And so, you sat on the counter while Clark dished up two plates, nodding along as you went in depth about your day, beaming wider each time he laughed at one of your jokes. Only slightly feeling like an imprinted duckling as you trailed behind Clark (more so following your favourite meal) as he carried the two plates into the small dining room.
“Thank you so for cooking, baby,” you murmured before finally taking a mouthful of food. moaning in delight as the flavours danced with your taste buds.
Clark's smile widened slightly hearing you enjoy the meal. “It’s okay; you know I love cooking for you,” he stated simply before shovelling almost half his portion into his mouth, which made you remember how much he actually has to eat for him to be satisfied. You would make a joke about how a bear doesn't even eat that fast, but Clark is basically a bear at this point.
You took it upon yourself to wash the dishes; Clark took it upon himself to cling onto you while you did the said dishes. “You okay?” His voice was soft; you felt his chin move against your shoulder with each word he said.
"Mhm,” you murmured, bringing your focus back to the plate in your hand. You drifted off thinking about how you used to always think that life could never be easy—that you were condemned to a life of misery. You’d do anything to tell your past self that everything has been turning out in ways you could never imagine, especially how amazing life has been with Clark.
You let your gaze turn to him as his arms were bonded to your stomach as he nuzzled into your shoulder. He paused in his movements against you the second he felt you peck his forehead. “What are you doing?” he asked, immediately kissing you back.
“Can’t a girl appreciate her boyfriend?" you replied, already ruffling his soft curls. This time Clark hummed something back in reply, catching you off guard as he picked you up and wordlessly carried you towards the bathroom, squeezing you tight as you squealed from being caught off guard. You took the time to do your skincare and brush your teeth while your boyfriend was busy triple-checking the locks on the front door.
Clark gently picked you up again, dropping you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself. You were confused to say the least. “What are you up to, Clark?” you called out, scrunching the duvet under your hands. Before you could say another word, you heard Clark's heavy footsteps approach you again.
Your face lit up when you realised he was holding your favourite pyjamas in one hand and his own pyjamas in the other. "Well, we've got to finish the show we're watching, and I’ve missed you today,” he explained, his dimples highlighting the smile on his face as he sat down next to you, the dip in the mattress making you fall against his side as if you weren't going to do that anyway.
“You're an actual angel sent from heaven,” you gushed, attacking him with kisses as you hugged him. He just brushed it off, accepting your kisses before helping you change into your pyjamas and laughing when you ran your hands down his muscly torso when he changed (he thought you were joking as you told him you basically drooled seeing him like this, but you were dead serious).
Every muscle in your body relaxed as you lay on Clark's chest, your head barely angled to see the small TV in the corner of the room. Sporadically Clark would kiss your head, but he was quite engrossed in the show while you were admiring all the details in your room. The warm-lighted lamps made the flowers sitting in the vase glow an enchanting colour. Of course Clark had brought you both the vase and the flowers ‘just because'.
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
You didn't know how long you were taking in all the small things that make your house a home, but before you knew it, Clark was whispering, “Wanna watch another episode?” Reverence was forever embedded in his tone.
"Mhm", the exhaustion from your day finally catching up as you sleepily hummed back, knowing damn well you barely knew what happened in the episode just playing. Clark could read you like a book, so you weren't surprised when you heard him switch the TV off and turn off the lamp on the bedside table.
You sighed happily as you sunk more against Clark's body, your legs tangling with his own, letting your hands curl into his sleep shirt. “I'm sorry I'm falling asleep,” you whispered, expecting Clark to be pissed off.
“Hey, don’t apologise; you have to sleep, baby,” he cooed, running one of his big hands over your head. You don’t think Clark has actually ever been angry at you; sure, you two may have had little arguments, but nothing aggressive has ever come out of it, unlike past experiences you have had.
Your body cut you off as you slipped into slumber; the rise and fall of Clark's strong chest beneath you only accelerated the process.
As Clark felt you fall asleep atop of himself, he couldn't help but smile. It was a rewarding fact that he could make you relax to the point where you fall asleep within seconds when you're around him.
He settled himself down further, keeping his arms wrapped around your back and face tucked against your head. He can’t wait for the sun to rise, illuminating you in the soft and warm morning light that radiates his life into his skin, but now Clark’s sure that you give him life.
The dream of having a home full of love and a partner whom you trust and love with everything not only belongs to you but Clark as well.
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
yayyy a new gemma clark fic!!! this was actually the sweetest thing ever ❤️🩹
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
this part reminded me so much of one of my favorite quotes: "i'm a mosaic of everyone i've ever loved."
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
inspiring me to keep the hopeless romantic in me alive a little longer 🥲 also the image of mrs. kent telling a lil clark this... sobbing actually
I'm so glad you caught the mosaic quote because I adore it too!!! You're always the sweetest when I see you popping up in my notfis, you're actually an angel #ily
Our House
Synopsis: A cozy night at home with your boyfriend makes you realise this has been all you've wanted throughout everything you've been through.
Warnings: Nothing just my rusty writing. WC:1.6kish
Gemma says:I miss writing for Clark, so excuse how rusty I am with his character give me some time and I'll be better!! I'm sure we can all tell that this fic has elements from the song 'Our House'.
Immediately you felt your body begin to finally relax as you stepped inside your home—letting the scent of the vanilla candles you had brought at a farmers’ market a couple of months ago wrap around your senses. You sighed softly, dropping your bag near the door and toeing off your shoes.
The picture frames of you and your boyfriend adorning the walls are always reminding you of how far you've come to achieve this with someone. Every time you admire the collection of photos of not only you and Clark but also photos of your friends and you, you smile and feel more at ease seeing all those forms of love forever preserved.
Clark was shuffling around the kitchen as you heard a couple pots and pans clatter, making you laugh slightly as you saw him hit his head on an overhead cupboard as he stood up—you'd think a giant like him would be more aware of himself. You had expected him to actually curse as he rubbed the new bump on his head, but no, you just heard him utter 'golly’ as if it were forbidden to say.
You’ve come home many times to a sight similar to this, but yet your heart still melts as you watch your boyfriend's face light up like an excited puppy when he sees you. “Hi, honey,” he exclaimed, already crossing your already small kitchen in a single step to pull you in for a hug.
You took a second to reply as you savoured the warmth from Clark’s body holding you as you tried to hold him as tightly as he was holding you. One of the best things about hugging Clark is the fact you can lean all your weight on him and he won't budge, allowing you to completely melt into him. "Ugh, I wish I'd stayed home today,” you groaned, nuzzling your head against Clark's chest as if you could hide from the world in his embrace.
“I know, but you're here now,” Clark cooed, already taking it upon himself to lightly scratch your scalp. You were; you could almost cry tears of happiness with how safe you felt—if Clark weren't a superhero already, you’d be telling him how he should be one with the way that he does anything to make someone feel safe and protected.
"Dinner's almost done; it's your favourite." Hearing those words from Clark actually made your eyes well up.
“I love you so much,” you declared, stepping back from his arms to cup his face, running your thumbs along his cheekbone as you kissed him. Immediately Clark hummed against you, snaking his arms tighter around your waist to pull you back into him.
In the past you never thought you would want to maintain physical contact with someone, but something felt different with Clark; when you met him, everything truly fell into place. He showed you that relationships don’t carry constant aggression and fear and instead coaxed you out of a state of residual panic with his dorky grin and gentle touches.
Just as your hands trailed down his neck in turn with your tongue slipping past his lips—this was your favourite meal. Suddenly he pulled back, making you whine at the loss of him against you. “As much as I love you and kissing you, dinner's ready." He gestured between you both, letting his dimples show as he grinned down at you. Light-heartedly, you rolled your eyes in reply.
And so, you sat on the counter while Clark dished up two plates, nodding along as you went in depth about your day, beaming wider each time he laughed at one of your jokes. Only slightly feeling like an imprinted duckling as you trailed behind Clark (more so following your favourite meal) as he carried the two plates into the small dining room.
“Thank you so for cooking, baby,” you murmured before finally taking a mouthful of food. moaning in delight as the flavours danced with your taste buds.
Clark's smile widened slightly hearing you enjoy the meal. “It’s okay; you know I love cooking for you,” he stated simply before shovelling almost half his portion into his mouth, which made you remember how much he actually has to eat for him to be satisfied. You would make a joke about how a bear doesn't even eat that fast, but Clark is basically a bear at this point.
You took it upon yourself to wash the dishes; Clark took it upon himself to cling onto you while you did the said dishes. “You okay?” His voice was soft; you felt his chin move against your shoulder with each word he said.
"Mhm,” you murmured, bringing your focus back to the plate in your hand. You drifted off thinking about how you used to always think that life could never be easy—that you were condemned to a life of misery. You’d do anything to tell your past self that everything has been turning out in ways you could never imagine, especially how amazing life has been with Clark.
You let your gaze turn to him as his arms were bonded to your stomach as he nuzzled into your shoulder. He paused in his movements against you the second he felt you peck his forehead. “What are you doing?” he asked, immediately kissing you back.
“Can’t a girl appreciate her boyfriend?" you replied, already ruffling his soft curls. This time Clark hummed something back in reply, catching you off guard as he picked you up and wordlessly carried you towards the bathroom, squeezing you tight as you squealed from being caught off guard. You took the time to do your skincare and brush your teeth while your boyfriend was busy triple-checking the locks on the front door.
Clark gently picked you up again, dropping you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself. You were confused to say the least. “What are you up to, Clark?” you called out, scrunching the duvet under your hands. Before you could say another word, you heard Clark's heavy footsteps approach you again.
Your face lit up when you realised he was holding your favourite pyjamas in one hand and his own pyjamas in the other. "Well, we've got to finish the show we're watching, and I’ve missed you today,” he explained, his dimples highlighting the smile on his face as he sat down next to you, the dip in the mattress making you fall against his side as if you weren't going to do that anyway.
“You're an actual angel sent from heaven,” you gushed, attacking him with kisses as you hugged him. He just brushed it off, accepting your kisses before helping you change into your pyjamas and laughing when you ran your hands down his muscly torso when he changed (he thought you were joking as you told him you basically drooled seeing him like this, but you were dead serious).
Every muscle in your body relaxed as you lay on Clark's chest, your head barely angled to see the small TV in the corner of the room. Sporadically Clark would kiss your head, but he was quite engrossed in the show while you were admiring all the details in your room. The warm-lighted lamps made the flowers sitting in the vase glow an enchanting colour. Of course Clark had brought you both the vase and the flowers ‘just because'.
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
You didn't know how long you were taking in all the small things that make your house a home, but before you knew it, Clark was whispering, “Wanna watch another episode?” Reverence was forever embedded in his tone.
"Mhm", the exhaustion from your day finally catching up as you sleepily hummed back, knowing damn well you barely knew what happened in the episode just playing. Clark could read you like a book, so you weren't surprised when you heard him switch the TV off and turn off the lamp on the bedside table.
You sighed happily as you sunk more against Clark's body, your legs tangling with his own, letting your hands curl into his sleep shirt. “I'm sorry I'm falling asleep,” you whispered, expecting Clark to be pissed off.
“Hey, don’t apologise; you have to sleep, baby,” he cooed, running one of his big hands over your head. You don’t think Clark has actually ever been angry at you; sure, you two may have had little arguments, but nothing aggressive has ever come out of it, unlike past experiences you have had.
Your body cut you off as you slipped into slumber; the rise and fall of Clark's strong chest beneath you only accelerated the process.
As Clark felt you fall asleep atop of himself, he couldn't help but smile. It was a rewarding fact that he could make you relax to the point where you fall asleep within seconds when you're around him.
He settled himself down further, keeping his arms wrapped around your back and face tucked against your head. He can’t wait for the sun to rise, illuminating you in the soft and warm morning light that radiates his life into his skin, but now Clark’s sure that you give him life.
The dream of having a home full of love and a partner whom you trust and love with everything not only belongs to you but Clark as well.
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
Keepin Busy
Gemma says:A mindless drabble about Pope holding your hand to keep him grounded. A dumb idea, I know but I'm bored, and I love Pope
Pope always needed to be doing something. His brothers know that. Smurf knows that. You know that; everyone knows that. He'd get weird if he hadn't been on a job for a while—Craig was not shy to exclaim that fact.
You two had been dating for about 6ish months, yet you two had only told everyone around 3 months ago. It had taken Pope a lot of courage to tell everyone, but to his and your surprise, they just brushed it off. "Aren't you gonna make fun of me or something?" he asked, his voice in his naturally rough tone, his eyes twitching as he expected endless torment directed at you.
Craig and Daren shared confused glances before J spoke. "We all thought you had been dating her for ages," he shrugged. Smurf nodded before giving you her congratulations through an unreadable gaze. Slyly, you squeezed Pope's hand, giving him some kind of affirmation. He whipped his head back to you, gazing at you with the same look a kicked puppy would give you as he squeezed your hand back.
From that point on, Pope had expected everyone else to expect him to be touchy with you. PDA had never been his thing, and you understood that, so you never pushed him for more in front of others. He loved you in his weird ways, and you loved him in your own ways.
That's why it was somewhat uncalled for when Pope had begun to hold your hand in public, yet it was more than just holding your hand; he'd play with your fingers like a child would with a doll. You'd steal glances when he'd pick up your hand, the focus in his face evident through his pursed lips and slightly squinted eyes. "What are ya doing honey?" you asked, flexing your fingers against his as he examined your hand.
"Just keepin' busy," he replied back, his movements becoming more hesitant as if you scolded him. You hummed back an 'okay' before pecking his cheek as you returned to scrolling on your phone. Gripping his finger to try to coax him back into that haze of relaxation he was just in.
That little habit became more common; at first it made Craig's eyebrows rise in surprise when he saw Pope holding your hand as you were talking to Smurf. Pope didn't care; he let your grip on him keep him steady in every way.
Pope liked order and routine, and you were more than happy to give him that. It was new for him; as much as he wanted those things, he had never been truly given them. You helped him stay in a routine; you'd wake up together, and granted, most nights you'd go to sleep together, and you brought him back into order when you held his hand—bringing him back into reality.
You had always kept him grounded, but when he held your hand and felt your movements in such a close way when the chaos was more prominent with his brothers, it brought back the order he so desperately loves.
It's a small and somewhat weird habit, sure, but Pope Cody has never been allowed the small things to keep him grounded, and for the first time, he's letting someone in to see the things that keep him regulated.
Just Tipsy
Synopsis: Sleepy and totally 'just tipsy', your boyfriend is happy to look after you.
Warnings: Nothinggg just some mentions of drinking
Gemma says: Sue me I love a good drunk fic, even if I can't write it well, but in my defence, I was distracted watching Royal Court while writing. WC:1.4kish
You had drowned out the typical bar chatter as you sipped on your fifth? Maybe the sixth drink of the night. The only thing you were really focusing on was Jack's strong arm as it wrapped loosely around your shoulder as you sat cuddled up at his side, nudging your foot against his under the table. The alcohol made you feel like you could float away if you weren't practically tethered to your boyfriend.
A drunk grin resided on your face as you heard Trinity ask if you were happy there—you replied that you couldn't be happier, and it was completely true—you had a Piña colada and your hot silver fox boyfriend close to you—what more could you want?
Jack spared you a glance, chuckling as he noticed your eyes beginning to droop with sleepiness as your shoulders began to slouch even more.
He had been having a riveting conversation with Robby on one of the war documentaries they had both watched—clearly he underestimated how long he was talking for if you're already this drunk. “Y’alright down there, sweetheart?” His soft voice bringing you away from the blissful haze you were in.
Slowly you tilted your head up, nodding happily as you fiddled with his hand that was resting on your bicep. “Jesus, Jack, you talked the girl to sleep, and you weren't even talking to her." Robby laughed before taking a sip of the beer he had been nursing for what felt like ages as he sat across from you both, with your other friends scattered down the table. You didn't even have to look up to know that Jack was rolling his eyes at Robby as he tended to you, brushing the loose strands of your hair off your face.
“It’s alright; I was talking to Trinity while you guys were rambling on,” a yawn interrupting your words as you somehow leant more into Jack’s side, inhaling the traces of his cologne that always lingers on him. From the corner of your eye you saw Trinity flick her head in your direction from where she was standing at the bar upon hearing her name being mentioned. Robby took the hint, seeing you basically asleep next to Jack, and walked off to the bar.
"Wanna go home?" He nudged his head down to be level with yours. His hazel eyes were shining brightly under the warm light; you could feel yourself being captivated under his gaze—much like you did when you met him on your first night shift.
"Whatever you want,” you shrugged, biting your lip slightly, reaching for your drink, feeling the alcohol tingle through your body as you quickly finished it off.
Jack paused for a moment, analysing your face, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration. “Yeah, come on, let's go home,” he urged, slightly squeezing your shoulders.
“I’m fine if you want to stay,” you added, a tinge of guilt storming through your haze as you remembered how rare it was for everyone's days off to line up like this.
"Nah, let’s go home; you're drunk and sleepy,” he teased, laughing slightly at your reaction to him pinching your cheek.
Exhaling a laugh as you swatted his hand away, somehow your arms felt both heavy and airy. “I'm just tipsy, s'all," you mumbled, beginning to pout slightly.
"Fine, you're tipsy and sleepy,” he corrected, making you laugh once more.
No matter where you two might be, it always feels like it's just the two of you with the way Jack devotes everything to you. You looked up at him, pupils dilated to the point where someone might suspect you took something, but that was just the effect Jack had on you—he was your drug, if anything.
Just as you began to retaliate, Jack dragged you to your feet, already holding you up as you shook on your feet like a foal learning to stand, the room spinning slightly as you began to try to walk alongside him. “Atta girl,” he clicked as you regained your footing, his hand subtly kneading your waist.
“Let me go say bye to everyoneee," you whined, looking back at the table as Jack marched you both towards the door. Stretching your arm out as you waved to Dennis, watching as he laughed and gave you a small wave back.
“Robby will let them know,” Jack reassured, kissing the top of your head.
“Promise?” you asked, outstretching your pinky to him.
“Pinky promise” intertwining his finger with yours before leading you both outside. The cold air of the night was ever so chilling as it nipped your skin. Jack saw your reaction to the cold and pulled you closer, rubbing his hands up your arms to try to help warm you up further.
The walk to his truck felt like a hike. You sighed as Jack let go of you to open the door and help you climb inside. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” he joked, donning his usual smirk as he fastened your seat belt.
“Don’t be meaaann,” you whined once more, sinking into the faded leather, ignoring how you sounded like a dramatic teenager. Your eyes were tracking Jack as he walked to the driver's side, admiring how good he looked even in just a plain black t-shirt and his faded jeans. “You're really handsome,” you mused, dropping your hand to land on his thigh.
He raised his eyebrow and glanced down to your hand as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh, the denim coarse under your fingertips. “Stole my move, huh, sweetheart?" he said, sparing you a glance before bringing your hand up to his lips, planting kisses along your knuckles. You kept his hand in yours as you squeezed his hand in a rhythm, giggling slightly when Jack squeezed back.
The drive home was a blur as you were on the brink of falling asleep as Jack was trying to keep you awake. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” his voice bringing you back.
“I’m awake,” you replied softly, keeping your eyes shut; you had somehow shifted in your seat to be resting your head on Jack’s shoulder as he drove. Finally, you had arrived home. Jack helped you to get out of the car just like he helped you in, holding you tight in case you were still dizzy—and you were.
He was quick to get you both inside; just as you comprehended that you had arrived home, you were in the bathroom sitting on the counter feeling a cold makeup wipe be swiped across your skin. “I love "you"—the words coming from your lips like they have hundreds of times.
That made Jack stop in his tracks—it always has. He smiled softly at you. “I love you too,” he whispered, like he’d scare off the words if he spoke any louder.
Your hands found themselves tangling in the hair on his nape as you finally managed to kiss him, the warmth from his lips making you feel like you were on fire. Just as you tugged on his silver curls, you broke out in giggles, knocking your forehead against his. “What’s so funny?” he asked, stifling laughter from hearing yours.
“It’s just crazy how I can kiss you anytime I want,” shoulders shaking as you got your words out through laughter. If you didn't embarrass yourself already tonight, this was it. "Like, you're so hot and I’m just me but—” cutting yourself off as you cackled.
Jack was shaking his head. 'Don't say that; you're the most beautiful girl ever,’ pecking your lips as he finished wiping your makeup off. “C’mon, pretty, brush your teeth with me,” he urged softly, passing you your toothbrush.
Somehow you two had cleaned yourselves up and changed into pyjamas. You had, of course, pointed out his farmer's tan when he took off his shirt before ogling him changing into just some boxers as you swung your legs, sitting on the counter, waiting for him to pass you one of his shirts to wear to bed.
At last, you flopped on your bed, immediately hugging Jack’s pillow, inhaling the scent left. You watched him take off his prosthetic, hearing him groan slightly as he rubbed his thigh. “You okay, baby?” you asked quietly, rubbing his freckled back, his muscles relaxing under your touch.
Jack looked back, smiling softly, seeing you stretched out like a cat, his shirt riding up to reveal your soft thighs with your hair tussled slightly. "Mhm", he hummed, situating himself under the covers—after resting his prosthetic against his bedside table—moving his arm to wrap around your shoulder like he did at the bar.
You crawled back to nuzzle into his side, resting your head on the join of his neck and shoulder, tangling your legs with his as you intertwined yourself with him. “Now you can fall asleep on me.” You heard him whisper as you fluttered your eyes closed, enjoying the serenity of the moment.
── .✦ from my reading nook: monthly fic recs // something fun i'm gonna try to do every month to give love to all the scrumptious fics and amazingly talented writers on here, and to motivate myself to actually get through my tbr lol. enjoy <3
DC COMICS ⟢ ˎˊ˗
bruce wayne
soft love by @luviery
dick grayson
library crush by @eunoianss
“i’ve had bigger thrills leaning up against my dryer.” by @clarknsun
hard to impress by @t1mbits
drive me crazy by @batwngs
kisses and memories by @/luviery
dick x figure skater!reader by @kooriandr
jason todd
jason x reader who also died and came back by @starr-jazz
intimacy issues by @/eunoianss
kiss or miss by @bloomcissa
unusual scene by @edawgz
ride it by @honeyroots
split knuckles you kiss by @moonologyy
1-800-smitten by @smllvlle
tim drake
a love born under an ill-fated star by @champagnesbiggestproblem
damian wayne
"internet girl." by @geniusgirlalert
runnin' back to you. by @fawnindawn
barbara gordon
on call by @/batwngs
first kiss by @moviecritc
cassandra cain
can you help? by @/batwngs
stephanie brown
stephanie reapplies your lipstick (& kisses it off) by @froggibus
clark kent
everlasting light by @gemmawritess
roy harper
escape room au by @milkybbun
outlaw to loverboy (with the help of lady luck) by @lechelovestoyap
mango flavored by @cherryvvave
happy trail, happy man by @that-dumb-bunny
wally west
chem wiz by @smllvlle
selina kyle
two beds by @sozzoe
talia al ghul
ruining the mood by @/bloomcissa
INVINCIBLE ⟢ ˎˊ˗
mark grayson
complicated by @pluvoia
sending bff!mark a lewd photo by @sunaskura
eeek one of my works made it among the works from such talented authors!! I highly recommend you have a look at what's on display you will not regret it!!!
He doesn't even look up from the mission reports spread across his lap, jaw set in that stubborn line you know too well. "No."
"But Bruce—"
"I said no. The board meeting is important. They're expecting me." His tone is final. Or at least, he thinks it is.
You let a beat of silence pass, then shift on the couch, drawing your knees up. When you speak again, your voice comes out softer, with the slightest edge of a pout. "I don't want you to go…"
His hand stills on the papers.
"It's just a few hours," he says, but there's less conviction now.
"A few hours in some boring conference room, talking about budget allocations…" You draw out the words, adding a little whine to your tone. "Can't you just stay in? Please?"
His jaw clenches. He's fighting it; you can see the battle playing out across his features. The mighty Batman, completely defenseless against the sound of you getting bratty.
"Sweetheart—" He tries for stern, but it comes out strained. "I'll buy you anything you want. That bag you were looking at? The one from Hermès?"
"I don't want a bag. I want you." You tilt your head, soften your voice even more, let it get a little breathy and petulant. "Please, Bruce? Just stay with me today."
You can see the exact moment he breaks: the way his jaw unclenches, the slight slump of his shoulders, the resignation that floods his eyes. He tosses the reports onto the coffee table.
"You're impossible," he mutters, but he's already pulling out his phone. You scoot closer, shamelessly peeking at the screen as he types a message to Alfred: Something came up. Reschedule the meeting for tomorrow morning.
Victory tastes sweet.
You bite back a smile as he sets the phone aside and turns to you. Despite his best efforts, amusement flickers across his face. He knows exactly what you just did. Knows you played him like a fiddle.
"Happy now?" he asks.
You let the bratty tone drop, replacing it with pure innocence. "Very."
He makes a low sound in his throat, half frustration, half fondness. "You know I can't think straight when you use that voice."
"I know." You grin up at him, shameless. "That's why I do it."
"You're dangerous," he says as he's reaching for you, pulling you across the couch into his lap.
"Says the Batman," you tease, walking your fingers up his chest.
His hand catches your wrist, gentle. He's always gentle with you, even when he's trying to regain some semblance of control. "One of these days, that's not going to work on me."
You lean in close, letting your breath ghost over his ear. "Yes it will."
The way he exhales, sharp and defeated, tells you you're absolutely right.
Because Bruce Wayne might run Gotham, might make grown men tremble with a look, might be the most feared vigilante in the city. But when you get a little whiny, a little bratty, a little pouty?
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since december, and i just rediscovered it yesterday… apparently i wrote it, formatted it to publish, and then completely forgot about it??? 😭 lmfao. this is also part of the sugarbaby!reader x bruce series, which i guess is being revived (kind of)!!! i really thought i was gonna do so much more with this concept ngl 😅 if anyone has ideas or requests pls hmu, i’d love some suggestions
Just Tipsy
Synopsis: Sleepy and totally 'just tipsy', your boyfriend is happy to look after you.
Warnings: Nothinggg just some mentions of drinking
Gemma says: Sue me I love a good drunk fic, even if I can't write it well, but in my defence, I was distracted watching Royal Court while writing. WC:1.4kish
You had drowned out the typical bar chatter as you sipped on your fifth? Maybe the sixth drink of the night. The only thing you were really focusing on was Jack's strong arm as it wrapped loosely around your shoulder as you sat cuddled up at his side, nudging your foot against his under the table. The alcohol made you feel like you could float away if you weren't practically tethered to your boyfriend.
A drunk grin resided on your face as you heard Trinity ask if you were happy there—you replied that you couldn't be happier, and it was completely true—you had a Piña colada and your hot silver fox boyfriend close to you—what more could you want?
Jack spared you a glance, chuckling as he noticed your eyes beginning to droop with sleepiness as your shoulders began to slouch even more.
He had been having a riveting conversation with Robby on one of the war documentaries they had both watched—clearly he underestimated how long he was talking for if you're already this drunk. “Y’alright down there, sweetheart?” His soft voice bringing you away from the blissful haze you were in.
Slowly you tilted your head up, nodding happily as you fiddled with his hand that was resting on your bicep. “Jesus, Jack, you talked the girl to sleep, and you weren't even talking to her." Robby laughed before taking a sip of the beer he had been nursing for what felt like ages as he sat across from you both, with your other friends scattered down the table. You didn't even have to look up to know that Jack was rolling his eyes at Robby as he tended to you, brushing the loose strands of your hair off your face.
“It’s alright; I was talking to Trinity while you guys were rambling on,” a yawn interrupting your words as you somehow leant more into Jack’s side, inhaling the traces of his cologne that always lingers on him. From the corner of your eye you saw Trinity flick her head in your direction from where she was standing at the bar upon hearing her name being mentioned. Robby took the hint, seeing you basically asleep next to Jack, and walked off to the bar.
"Wanna go home?" He nudged his head down to be level with yours. His hazel eyes were shining brightly under the warm light; you could feel yourself being captivated under his gaze—much like you did when you met him on your first night shift.
"Whatever you want,” you shrugged, biting your lip slightly, reaching for your drink, feeling the alcohol tingle through your body as you quickly finished it off.
Jack paused for a moment, analysing your face, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration. “Yeah, come on, let's go home,” he urged, slightly squeezing your shoulders.
“I’m fine if you want to stay,” you added, a tinge of guilt storming through your haze as you remembered how rare it was for everyone's days off to line up like this.
"Nah, let’s go home; you're drunk and sleepy,” he teased, laughing slightly at your reaction to him pinching your cheek.
Exhaling a laugh as you swatted his hand away, somehow your arms felt both heavy and airy. “I'm just tipsy, s'all," you mumbled, beginning to pout slightly.
"Fine, you're tipsy and sleepy,” he corrected, making you laugh once more.
No matter where you two might be, it always feels like it's just the two of you with the way Jack devotes everything to you. You looked up at him, pupils dilated to the point where someone might suspect you took something, but that was just the effect Jack had on you—he was your drug, if anything.
Just as you began to retaliate, Jack dragged you to your feet, already holding you up as you shook on your feet like a foal learning to stand, the room spinning slightly as you began to try to walk alongside him. “Atta girl,” he clicked as you regained your footing, his hand subtly kneading your waist.
“Let me go say bye to everyoneee," you whined, looking back at the table as Jack marched you both towards the door. Stretching your arm out as you waved to Dennis, watching as he laughed and gave you a small wave back.
“Robby will let them know,” Jack reassured, kissing the top of your head.
“Promise?” you asked, outstretching your pinky to him.
“Pinky promise” intertwining his finger with yours before leading you both outside. The cold air of the night was ever so chilling as it nipped your skin. Jack saw your reaction to the cold and pulled you closer, rubbing his hands up your arms to try to help warm you up further.
The walk to his truck felt like a hike. You sighed as Jack let go of you to open the door and to help you climb inside. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” he joked, donning his usual smirk as he fastened your seat belt.
“Don’t be meaaann,” you whined once more, sinking into the faded leather, ignoring how you sounded like a dramatic teenager. Your eyes were tracking Jack as he walked to the driver's side, admiring how good he looked even in just a plain black t-shirt and his faded jeans. “You're really handsome,” you mused, dropping your hand to land on his thigh.
He raised his eyebrow and glanced down to your hand as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh, the denim coarse under your fingertips. “Stole my move, huh, sweetheart?" he said, sparing you a glance before bringing your hand up to his lips, planting kisses along your knuckles. You kept his hand in yours as you squeezed his hand in a rhythm, giggling slightly when Jack squeezed back.
The drive home was a blur as you were on the brink of falling asleep as Jack was trying to keep you awake. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” his voice bringing you back.
“I’m awake,” you replied softly, keeping your eyes shut; you had somehow shifted in your seat to be resting your head on Jack’s shoulder as he drove. Finally, you had arrived home. Jack helped you to get out of the car just like he helped you in, holding you tight in case you were still dizzy—and you were.
He was quick to get you both inside; just as you comprehended that you had arrived home, you were in the bathroom sitting on the counter feeling a cold makeup wipe being swiped across your skin. “I love "you"—the words coming from your lips like they have hundreds of times.
That made Jack stop in his tracks—it always has. He smiled softly at you. “I love you too,” he whispered, like he’d scare off the words if he spoke any louder.
Your hands found themselves tangling in the hair on his nape as you finally managed to kiss him, the warmth from his lips making you feel like you were on fire. Just as you tugged on his silver curls, you broke out in giggles, knocking your forehead against his. “What’s so funny?” he asked, stifling laughter from hearing yours.
“It’s just crazy how I can kiss you anytime I want,” shoulders shaking as you got your words out through laughter. If you didn't embarrass yourself already tonight, this was it. "Like, you're so hot and I’m just me but—” cutting yourself off as you cackled.
Jack was shaking his head. 'Don't say that; you're the most beautiful girl ever,’ pecking your lips as he finished wiping your makeup off. “C’mon, pretty, brush your teeth with me,” he urged softly, passing you your toothbrush.
Somehow you two had cleaned yourselves up and changed into pyjamas. You had, of course, pointed out his farmer's tan when he took off his shirt before ogling him changing into just some boxers as you swung your legs, sitting on the counter, waiting for him to pass you one of his shirts to wear to bed.
At last, you flopped on your bed, immediately hugging Jack’s pillow, inhaling the scent left. You watched him take off his prosthetic, hearing him groan slightly as he rubbed his thigh. “You okay, baby?” you asked quietly, rubbing his freckled back, his muscles relaxing under your touch.
Jack looked back, smiling softly, seeing you stretched out like a cat, his shirt riding up to reveal your soft thighs with your hair tussled slightly. "Mhm", he hummed, situating himself under the covers—after resting his prosthetic against his bedside table—moving his arm to wrap around your shoulder like he did at the bar.
You crawled back to nuzzle into his side, resting your head on the join of his neck and shoulder, tangling your legs with his as you intertwined yourself with him. “Now you can fall asleep on me.” You heard him whisper as you fluttered your eyes closed, enjoying the serenity of the moment.
flowers bloom where you walk in a magical way because you bring so much joy to everyone you amazing personified gem 🤍
Omg, I'm literally crying!!! You're so sweet 😭Thank you so much for these lovely words; they mean so much to me!! You're a personified angel for these words if I'm a personified gem🫰🏼Ughhh I cannot say how much i love you for this 💞💞
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