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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Business & Pleasure (Assistant Reader)

Business & Pleasure Pt. 2 (Assistant Reader)

Deep Down (Bat Mom Reader)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

Ex-Assassin Prologue (Ex-Assassin Reader)

Relearning Pt. 1 (Ex-Assassin Reader)

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Combat Hearts (Nurse Reader)

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫

Father Figure (Stark Daughter Reader)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Ex-Assassin Reader

Summary: You are a former assassin trained by Slade Wilson. After escaping and using your talents for the better, you meet Jason Todd. Who takes it upon himself to befriend you, and helps you relearn how to be a person again.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is part 1 of how they become friends but i’m already planning a second part for how they become lovers because spoiler, yes they fall in love. I would STRONGLY suggest you read my previous post about assassin reader because that has her background/back story and this doesn’t elaborate too much on the past but focuses on the future of how she gets back to herself. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

You were sat atop of your usual building. The Gotham night sky was quiet and dim. You’d finished patrol hours ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to go home, to go to sleep. The names of the innocents that fell victim to your past ringing in your ear. You never forgot the names of the lives you took, though the list was long. You couldn’t forget them if you tried, their faces ingrained in your memory. You loaded and unloaded your gun with almost mechanical precision. Things were quiet, almost a deadly sort of silence. The type of silence that came from intention. People intentionally moving slow so as to not draw attention to them or their crimes, the type of silence you used to operate in.

It was easy to get caught up in your thoughts, to think about the things you couldn’t quite forget. Or at least it used to be, until the Red Hood himself had decided to call you a colleague. “You’re gonna jam the clip if you keep doing that.” A gruff mechanical voice whirred behind you. You didn’t flinch, just continued to load and unload the firearm like no one was there, your gaze trained on the Gotham skyline. Jason pulled off his helmet and sat next to you. Sweat slicked his hair to his forehead, nearly hiding the white streak in his hair. He set his helmet next to him, already reaching for the brown paper bag he’d brought. He pulled out two burgers, offering one to you. It was only then when your gaze met his. You glared at the burger and the gloved hand offering it to you before turning your attention back to the skyline. Jason just shrugged, “More for me.” He said gruffly as he unwrapped one of the burgers, setting the other next to him,

A blanket of silence covered you two again as he ate and you resumed pretending like he wasn’t even there. This had been the routine for you two for the past couple of weeks. He’d join you on the rooftop, offer you something to eat, and just sit there with you until the sun rose. Jason finished his burgers faster than you’d seen anyone eat one burger, let alone two which frankly, you found disgusting. He wiped the grease from his hands and onto his kevlar pants. “What are you thinking about?” He asked finally

You were quiet for a moment before responding, “Why you keep sitting next to me.” You said, gaze still trained on the skyline though your hands stilled. Jason shrugged, “Cause it’s nice to be around someone more fucked up than me.” You snorted, “More fucked up than the boy who died and came back to life?” You asked Jason grinned, “Oh yeah. Whatever you have going on has gotta be worse than my shit. I mean just look at ya.”

That was the first time you’d smiled with Jason, the first time someones words hit like a joke and not a painful reminder. -

It took a while but eventually, ever so slowly, you opened up to him. Little things at first, and when he didn’t run away, when he stayed planted, you opened up a little more. You two were sitting on your typical ledge. You still weren’t good at breaking the silence, that was something you allowed him to lead. You slowly chewed on your burger, the burger that you’d taken months to accept. “Do you miss your parents?” Jason asked suddenly, his gaze stuck on the skyline. You thought it over for a moment before you spoke, “I don’t really remember them.” You said blankly.

Jason’s gaze whipped to you, his face crinkling with disbelief. “Wait? Like at all?” He asked curiously You just shrugged, “Don’t even remember their names.”

Jason’s brow furrowed, his entire body shifting to face you. “Okay wait I thought you were like 6 or somethin. You didn’t know your parents' names by then?” He inquired You shifted uncomfortably at both the topic and his proximity, “I mean yeah I learned them but that’s kinda the point of mental conditioning… You forget shit.” You said before taking another bite of your burger, hoping that if your mouth was full he’d stop asking questions. Jason turned back to face the city, “Yeah yeah I know. I had some mental conditioning too I guess.” “With the Joker?” You inquired bluntly, mouth still full Jason’s jaw tensed, “Yeah with the.. With him.” He concluded

- Being the prodigy of Slade Wilson meant perfection in every aspect. Your space was always meticulously organized, clothes always folded, sheets always tucked. This was something you had carried over into your daily life even after leaving.

So the first time you went to Jason’s apartment, you were appalled to say the least. He pushed open the door and it swung open, though you were sure you could blow on it and it would have the same effect from just how loose the hinges were.

You stood in the entryway of the small apartment in disbelief. Jason, who didn’t see a single thing wrong with abandoned ramen cups on the counter, papers and files littering the coffee table, and broken windows, made his way towards the files. You followed, surveying the cracked windows and broken blinds. “Looks just like Wayne Manor” You commented dryly “Shut up” Jason said gruffly, digging through papers to find the one he was looking for. When Jason asked if you’d come over to give your input on a case he was working on, you weren’t sure what you expected his home to look like. The apartment wasn’t dirty necessarily, just abandoned. Or at least that’s what you would’ve thought if he hadn’t claimed it as his home, that he lives in, currently.

You crossed your arms to your chest, “I’m serious, the architecture really adds to the aesthetic.” You said with a shit eating grin, something that came easier to you now. Jason clutched a folder and a few stray papers before meeting your gaze. “Didn’t know the fucking queen of England was visiting.” He said dryly before extending the case files out to you. He crossed his arms to his chest once you’d taken the case information from him. “It has four walls and a roof. Don’t need much more than that.” You just nodded as you flipped through the case. “Right, because who needs a working door.”

Jason just grinned and shook his head, making his way across the living room and to his fridge, “You’re an asshole.” He muttered as he opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. “And you’re looking at this case all wrong.” You said before flopping onto his couch with the files, reaching to the coffee table for a pen. You began making little notes on the file, crossing out things that Jason had written that didn’t make any sense. Jason flopped next to you, passing you a beer while he cracked open his own. He peered over your shoulder, looking at the way you put pieces together effortlessly and quickly. “Damn. I should invite you to do my work more often.” He said with a grin “Keep the beers flowing and maybe I will.” You responded, looking up at him.

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Hey so im pretty sure I got hit with the AO3 curse or something bc the past few months have been literally insane.. All that to say i'm back and hopefully i'll be able to post more regularly now.. if i dont get hit by a bus or something

#dallas discusses #authors of tumblr #writers on tumblr

Ex-Assassin Reader x Jason Todd

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this type of reader for SO LONG but I've been scared because I wanted her background to be perfect, but I didn’t want it to come off as an OOC.. This is basically a test run of if you guys like this and want me to take it further because I have SO MANY ideas for this. Let me know if there's anything I should change or add. Let me know if it gives OOC because that’s lwk my biggest fear..

“How to give reader a cool & traumatic backstory without making it OOC, no glue, no borax..”

Ex-Assassin Reader who came home from kindergarten to find her parents assassinated at the kitchen table

Ex-Assassin Reader who saw a man rifling through her parents bedroom for what he called, ‘intel’

Ex-Assassin Reader who learned the man's name was Slade Wilson

Ex-Assassin Reader who was taken in by Slade Wilson because she ‘looked like a fighter’

Ex-Assassin Reader who started learning how to be an assassin at the age of 6

Ex-Assassin Reader who became proficient in most forms of hand to hand combat

Ex-Assassin Reader who picked up a gun for the first time at the age of 11

Ex-Assassin Reader who killed their first person when they were only 13

Ex-Assassin Reader who started to question if maybe they weren’t the good guys

Ex-Assassin Reader who refused to kill a kid

Ex-Assassin Reader that paid the price for disobeying

Ex-Assassin Reader who killed their first kid at the age of 14

Ex-Assassin Reader that started to forget her mothers name

Ex-Assassin Reader who was conditioned to stop caring

Ex-Assassin Reader who was given the name Phantom

Ex-Assassin Reader that never wasted a bullet, never missed a shot

Ex-Assassin Reader who was Slade's greatest achievement

Ex-Assassin Reader that went on a mission for Slade and realized she didn’t have to come back

Ex-Assassin Reader that gained the strength to escape at the age of 19

Ex-Assassin Reader that couldn’t get Slade out of her head long after she left

Ex-Assassin Reader who went on long walks when she couldn’t sleep

Ex-Assassin Reader who noticed a man beating a criminal in the back of an alley

Ex-Assassin Reader who recognized the man in the mask as the Red Hood

Ex-Assassin Reader who was determined to never fight again

Ex-Assassin Reader who slowly realized the only way to make up for something wrong, was to do something right

Ex-Assassin Reader who started going on patrol again, hoping to help

Ex-Assassin Reader who kept running into the Red Hood

Ex-Assassin Reader who didn’t speak the first time she fought alongside him

Ex-Assassin Reader that was used to being in the shadows, eliminating her target, and slipping away

Ex-Assassin Reader who realized that Slade's way wasn’t the only way

Ex-Assassin Reader that unintentionally became a colleague of the Red Hood’s

Ex-Assassin Reader who knew of the Red Hood, but began to learn Jason Todd

Ex-Assassin Reader who wasn’t ready to open up yet, but opted to listen

Ex-Assassin Reader who realized Jason Todd wasn’t an angry person, just a hurt one

Ex-Assassin Reader who realized manifested her pain into control and precision rather than anger and power

Ex-Assassin Reader who started to think maybe her and Jason were just two sides of the same coin

Ex-Assassin Reader that realized that she liked Jason Todd because he was the only person that wasn’t afraid of her

hey guys just wanted to say that I didn’t forget about you guys! My computer broke unexpectedly and my new one isn’t here yet..

I have quite a few ideas and i still plan on writing the fics in my asks (namely this autistic Bruce fic that someone requested and i’m very interested in) !! just give me a week or so to get my computer and i’ll start posting again.

(ik that technically I could just write in my phone and post it but it feels wrong that way lmao. like i have to type of a laptop or it’s not gonna be good)

#fanfic #dallas discusses #author #writing process #writers on tumblr

Bruce is so in love that he’s slowly turning into a pathetic man absolutely on his knees for his girl, and I freaking love it 😋

Oh absolutely. This man is two fics away from turning into a pile of mush and i'm so here for it. #Men that yearn are men that earn

#Dallas Discusses #writing process #writers on tumblr #bruce wayne

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Bat!Mom Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In the year that the two of you had been married, Bruce Wayne had never cried in front of you. Until tonight.

Tags: Angst, post Jason’s death & ressurection, Bat mom, mentions of Dick & TimKon, Bat mom loves her sons, Bruce doesn’t know how to express emotions, Bruce needs a hug, this is sad

A/N: If this flops I will never forgive you. (Jk jk but I think it’s one of the better fics i’ve written so hopefully this does well) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You two had been married a little over a year together.

That was enough time to establish your lives. To establish routine. Part of that routine was the late nights, the early mornings, the cases that never quite came to an end and the galas that seemed to run one after another.

Bruce had a difficult life as both billionaire CEO & the Batman, but you made it just a little bit easier. You made it so it was two people sharing the workload. You made the tasks seem not so daunting. It was one of the many things he admired about you, how you seemed to handle everything with grace and compassion. Always smiling politely yet interfering when needed. You were perfect. You were an adoring mother to his sons, intelligent business partner to his investors, and a sense of calm for him. You always seemed to know just what he needed, always emptying his cup just when it was about to spill over. He hadn’t cried in front of you before. Not on your wedding day, not when you two had a large fight, not even on the anniversary of his parents death.

You were sure he cried, he had to, everyone did. You figured maybe he did it in private, when the kids were asleep and the lights were low, when everyone was tucked in and dreaming. Maybe then he shed a tear or two in the privacy of his study or the batcave. Because Bruce Wayne was stubborn. He wanted you to be his wife, not his therapist. He was careful to never put too much on you, never let you seem him stumble… until that night.

It was a night like any other. It was nearly 3 in the morning. The cave was cold as usual, a slight breeze chilling your bones. You sat on the leather couch of the batcave, wrapped in one of your expensive robes, your silk pajamas underneath, both were a gift from Bruce. Your hair was in a bun at the back of your head, your makeup gone, your slippers on. You waited for Bruce and Damian to return from patrol, your fingers gently tapping the first aid kit you were holding.

You never could sleep without knowing your boys were safe from danger. At the end of each night, you’d send a text to each of your children. Something encouraging, a reminder that they were your sons before heroes.

Sometimes you’d text Dick, tell him that you saw him in Bludhaven on the news. Dick would get excited, ask if you saw him do his ‘Flying Grayson Kick’ on a burglar before sending you a compilation a fan made on YouTube of ‘Nightwings best moments’.

You’d text Tim, asking if he’d be home on Sunday for family dinner, always making sure to extend the invitation to Konnor. Tim would tell you he wouldn’t miss it and that Konnor was excited to join.

But every night without fail, you’d text Jason. The message changed daily because Jason took more effort than your other sons (not that you minded). You never thought of him as a ‘problem child’, just a boy that needed more love. Sometimes you’d remind him to drink water and eat something other than BatBurger, or you’d tell him that you were proud of him. Every week you’d extend an invitation for Sunday family dinner, and every week he’d decline. But you always, always texted him that you loved him, whether it be with a reminder or the invitation, it was always sent. Jason responded the same thing every time “I know ma. Love ya too”. And that alone was a win.

That left you waiting for your last two boys to walk in the door. When the door to the cave opened, you stood, clutching the first aid kit as you silently prayed that they weren’t hurt too badly. You saw Damian first, he had some bruising on his face and a cut just above his eyebrow.

“What happened?” You asked softly, because no progress was ever made when you were frantic.

“‘M fine. Joker ambushed us.” Damian said stubbornly. His expression holding its typical agitation towards the world. Your eyes widened slightly at the mention of the Joker. The crazed lunatic had caused irreparable damage to your family and you knew him being free meant nothing good.

Your gaze met Bruce’s, eyebrows raised slightly. Your silent expression conveying the words ‘the Jokers out again?’. Bruce gave a stiff nod, his gaze meeting yours before flicking back to Damian. His expression was unreadable although his jaw was set and his entire body rigid. It was only then you noticed the cuts all over his face, drawing blood in several places. You were sure there were more places where he was bleeding beneath his suit.

“Bruce, go sit” You commanded softly before turning your attention to Damian, “Want me to patch that up?” You asked, gesturing to his bleeding cut. Damian just shook his head, his shoulders square and rigid like his fathers.

“No thank you. I’m going to retire to bed.” He muttered before turning to walk out of the cave.

“There’s fruit and water on your desk if you get hungry, and I'll bring you some pills in case you change your mind.” You called after him, because at the end of the day you were a mother and wanted to make sure Damian was taken care of even if he refused.

He paused, turning to face you “Thank you mother.” Damian said with a nod before exiting into the manor.

You turned with a sigh, making your way over to Bruce who was sitting on the leather couch. He looked angrier now, clearly much more upset now that he had time to think.

“Rough night?” You asked softly, sitting next to him and opening the first aid kit. Bruce just grunted, his eyes fixed on a space farther than you could reach.

You rummaged through the supplies and grabbed isopropyl alcohol and a cotton swab for his cuts. “Let me clean your cuts.” You said softly moving closer so you could reach his face.

But Bruce, he didn’t move, didn’t nod, didn’t even acknowledge your presence. “Bruce.” You said again, lowering your medical equipment, because this clearly went deeper than a cut. “What happened?”

He was silent for a moment before speaking. “Joker ambushed us on routine patrol.” He muttered, his tone gruff and low. “We were on the outskirts of Gotham, I was trying to show Damian how to- then he-” Bruce trailed off, dropping his head as he whispered “I looked away for one second and Joker had him. He- he grabbed Damian.” His words were breaking now. Pain, remorse, & regret flooding into his tone.

You placed a hand over his, “Hey, hey baby look at me. It’s okay. He’s safe, you both are.” You said reassuringly.

Bruce just shook his head “I was so.. Angry. Even when Damian was safe I couldn’t stop. And Joker just.. He just kept laughing. Even when he was bleeding and broken, he just kept laughing about Damian, about how he wanted to play with another Robin.”

Bruce lifted his head, meeting your gaze. “Joker had him for maybe 30 seconds. But in that 30 seconds, I just kept thinking about Jason.” Bruce murmured, his tone low and his expression haunted.

“I couldn’t lose another son” He whispered, and that’s when the first tear fell. It ran down his cheek until it mixed with the blood and sweat on his face.

For the first time. You saw Bruce Wayne break

Immediately, you squeezed his hand, your other palm coming to cup his cheek.

More tears ran down his cheeks, he didn’t stop them and neither did you. Bruce didn’t sob, didn’t scream, didn’t yell. Just let the tears run silently as he gripped your hand like it was his lifeline.

And you? You let him. You didn’t feel the silence with ‘it’s okay’ & ‘don’t cry’. Because the truth was, it wasn't okay, and he needed to cry. You didn’t know the last time Bruce felt like he could be vulnerable, but you definitely weren’t about to shut it down now.

Bruce pulled you as close as possible and buried his head in your neck, holding you close. You had one hand in his hair and another running up and down his back. Your support was silent but it was everything that he needed.

You didn’t know how long the two of you sat like that, Gotham’s infamous Dark Knight putty in your arms. But after some time, his breathing slowed and his nervous system regulated. That’s when you spoke, “Damian’s alive, and Jason’s alive. You’re doing the best you can to protect your family. No ones blaming you for that.”

Silence. Then, “Jason does”.

You winced when Bruce said it. Gruff yet full of regret.

Jason and Bruce’s relationship was difficult and strained, and that was putting it lightly.

“Bruce, Jason doesn’t blame you he just- thinks your loyalty lies with Gotham rather than him.” You explained gently. You had too many one-sided conversations with Jason about Bruce and Bruce about Jason. But you knew nothing would ever get solved because they refused to talk to one another.

“My loyalty is with my family.” Bruce whispered

You nodded, rubbing his back. “I know sweetheart, I know. But I think Jason needs to hear that for himself, from you.”

Bruce lifted his head to look at you, “He doesn’t want anything to do with me. I’ve lost him as a son” He whispered, his voice cracking.

Your heart nearly shattered. “Bruce, you will always be his father, just as I will always be his mother. You almost lost him, but you didn’t. He’s alive and for that we should all be grateful. He lives right here in Gotham and he’s always just a phone call away. This isn’t about you and the Joker, this is about you as a father.” You explained, your tone gentle yet just firm enough for Bruce to understand.

He said nothing, because that’s what Bruce always did when he knew he was wrong.

You cupped his face, “Let me clean you up and we’ll find a way to talk to Jason together.” You whispered.

Bruce nodded, putting his trust in you because that’s why he married you. You were every fix to his problems and every answer to his prayers.

meltingcherries

Pairing: Harley Keener x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 760

Summary: Still grieving your fathers passing, you finally get to meet the boy from Tony’s past and understand just how much your father meant to him as well.

Tags: Angst, post tony’s death, fluff, teenage stark reader, NO Y/N mentions (thank God), death, grieving, father-figure, found family (if you spin around 3 times and look really close), no this is not Morgan Stark (unless u want it to be ig?)

A/N: I swear not posting for 5 months has awakened something in me. This is kinda throwaway and didn’t really come out how I wanted (as if i’m not the writer) but it took too long to write so im gonna post it anyways lmao. Let’s bring back Stark!Reader fanfics guys. Hopefully you like it! #Before there was Peter, there was Harley

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You wondered how days could pass, yet it felt like time stood still. You wondered if it would always be that way. If you would always be forced to live in the past rather than the present. Even though you couldn’t imagine it, you knew that eventually you’d have to move forward, that everyone would.

Pepper would have to continue without her husband, the Avengers without their leader, the world without their Iron Man, and you without your dad.

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Steve Rogers was one of the first to leave after the service, taking off maybe thirty minutes after the arc reactor had been released across the lake. Whether he left out of grief or because he still had to return the stones, you didn’t know.

Before he slipped away, he stopped beside you, where you were perched on the couch still holding your father’s helmet. As if clutching the red and gold metal could somehow pull him back to you.

“I’m heading out,” he said quietly. His expression was tired, worn. His eyes were full of a mix of regret and remorse. The usual I-can-do-this-all-day confidence was gone.

You nodded, eyes barely lifting from the helmet. “Bye, Cap.”

Steve gave you a small smile. You never called him Steve or Mr. Rogers or even Captain America. Your dad always called him Cap. So you did too.

“Bye, Stark,” he murmured before turning to leave.

–

T’Challa and his family left soon after, and after a while, you stopped paying attention to who came and went. You said so many goodbyes, gave plenty of half smiles, and “thank you”s when an Avenger told you to call them if you or Pepper needed anything.

An hour or two must’ve passed when you realized that you had been in the same spot since you had come inside from the service. You carefully set the helmet on the couch before standing to stretch your legs.

You could hear Happy in the kitchen, probably talking to your mom or a guest that hadn’t quite left yet. You turned to head to your room, or maybe the garage where your dad used to work, when you spotted a boy out by the dock.

Hands shoved in his pockets. Head down. For a split second, you thought it was Peter, except Aunt May had taken him home a while ago.

You stared at him for a moment, willing your brain to tell you who he was and how he knew your father. You had seen him at the service, your brain recognizing his face but you didn’t know why.

Eventually, you stepped outside, making your way to the dock. You stopped beside him, both of you staring out at the quiet water.

It stayed silent for a moment before you finally said, “You’re Harley Keener.”

Harley looked up, surprise flickering in his expression. “Yeah. I am.”

You nodded, turning back toward the lake. “My dad kept a photo of you in his garage. I asked who it was once and he said, ‘Harley Keener—smartest kid in Tennessee.’”

Harley let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “I don’t know about smartest. I just helped him out once when I was a kid.”

“You must’ve meant a lot to him for him to keep your picture.”

There was a beat. Something unsteady passed across his face. “I hope I did,” he said quietly.

“You did,” you answered without hesitation.

Silence stretched again, softer this time.

Then Harley spoke. “I remember he gave me this potato gun, Mark II. Told me the gauge was too long on mine, that it’d kill my FPS.” He shook his head, smiling faintly. “He’s the reason I got into science the way I did.”

You felt your mouth curve into a real smile, your first one all day. “My dad could never stop tinkering. Guess that applied to suits and potato guns.”

Harley let out another small laugh, but there was grief tucked under it. The two of you fell quiet again, watching the lake ripple where the arc reactor had sunk beneath the surface.

“Your dad did a lot for me. Helped me stand up to this douche that used to bully me. So for what it’s worth”, his gaze turned to meet yours “-he was a great guy and i’m sorry that you lost him.” He said quietly.

You smiled in return, “Thanks, I appreciate that. He was a good person and a father to more than just me.”

Harley nodded, turning to face the lake again “Yeah. But to me, he was the mechanic.”

You grinned, following his gaze towards the lake “The mechanic, I like that.”

meltingcherries

Pairing: CEO!Bruce Wayne x Assistant!Reader

Word Count: 1k (lmao sorry)

Summary: You are Bruce Wayne’s sharp, no-nonsense personal assistant, known for keeping strict boundaries between work and pleasure.. even during your supposed no-strings arrangement with him. But Bruce has never treated you like something casual, remembering details about your life and watching you with a longing you refuse to acknowledge. One night at his manor, he lets that vulnerability slip, pulling back to ask about you, revealing he wants more than sex. When you remind him of the rules, he shuts down, letting you walk away even though it hurts—realizing he may have fallen for the one woman he can’t charm, control, or keep unless she chooses him back.

Tags: Workplace romance, younger Bruce, suggestive, the beginning of sex (barely), foreplay, Bruce is falling both hard & fast (LMAO), Angst? (Idrk i’m just saying anything atp)

A/N: Obviously this is for everyone, but I wrote it SPECIFICALLY for @valentine-mybeloved & @crispycloud-org because this would not have been written if they didn’t ask/check up on it. Thanks to yall for keeping me accountable and reminding me that this even existed (LMAO). I’m not a writer, i’ve always been exclusively a reader until July when I decided to write part one of this fic. I never imagined someone would actually want to read my stuff, let alone ask for a part TWO!! I love you guys and I promise it wont take me FIVE MONTHS for another post! LMAO LMAO HAPPY READING.

WARNING: YOU MAY START TO FEEL BAD FOR A MAN, (sorry)..

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You hadn’t noticed it, not really.

I mean you noticed the way he looked at you at the office, sure. But you just attributed to him being horny in the middle of the workday, nothing more. You noticed the way he asked about your life, seemingly interested in what you did outside of him and work. You brushed it off, dismissing it as him being polite. Because surely he wasn’t actually interested in you, he knew what this was.

Until you started to think, maybe he didn’t…

It was a time like any other. You were at his manor & he had you pressed against the wall of his bedroom. You moaned softly as his tongue swept against yours with fervor. Your hands flew to his cotton blue button up, fumbling with the buttons to undress him until his hand caught your wrists. Not enough to hurt you, just enough to stop you.

“Hold on” He mumbled, his voice deep yet soft in the way it always was. He pulled away to look at you with a smile and as a result you smiled too, because what could this man possibly have up his sleeve?

Bruce Wayne was nothing short of beautiful. His dark hair was slightly mussed, a result of your hands pulling at his hair when he kissed you moments before. The rest of him however? Was perfect and maintained. His muscular thighs were clothed in dark navy slacks. His powder blue button up was crisp and clean, freshly pressed as always. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms and the veins on his hands. And God did he have perfect hands.

He carried you to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. The skirt you were still wearing from the workday, bunched around your hips yet you made no effort to pull it down. He gently laid you against the mattress of his large king bed. The silk sheets were cool against your skin as you rested beneath them. He sat back on his heels, admiring the way you looked in his bed. “You’re perfect” He murmured, his tone low yet soft. You paused, not knowing how to respond. So you opted not to. Because to you that was too close to a compliment that a man in love would give. The way he said it, it wasn’t full of lust or desire.. more so of longing and quite frankly, you didn’t know what to make of that. But Bruce wasn’t stupid. He knew how you felt, that you didn’t want a relationship, that you didn’t want him. Not really anyway, not in the way that mattered.

He just cleared his throat and averted your gaze, focusing on your body. He leaned forward, resting a palm on your thigh, while the other propped him up over you. He didn’t meet your gaze though not yet. First he focused on your neck, slowly kissing and sucking in all the places he knew you liked best. Because he knew you. Bruce knew how you liked your coffee, how your brow furrowed when you were agitated with him for derailing the perfectly balanced schedule that you arranged for him. He also knew your body. Where and how you liked to be touched, what made you moan, what made you come. But it still wasn’t enough, it would never be. Not until he had you. All of you.

You gasped softly when he sucked on your neck in the way that you both knew would leave a mark in the morning. He continued, building momentum as he trailed his kisses to your chest, right over the blouse that he still hadn’t taken off yet. His kisses continued downward until he was lifting your leg, pressing kisses all the way to your ankle.

The more he worked his way down, the softer the kisses became. You hadn't noticed it until he got to your ankle, the kisses becoming lighter, less sensual.

He was moving much slower now, as if maybe savoring, maybe contemplating

He looked up at you through those unfairly long lashes of his and pressed a gentle kiss back up to your knee before lowering your leg back down to his bed. Then suddenly, “How was your day?” He murmured. You blinked, once, and then twice to make sure you heard him correctly. Because not once had your ‘meet-ups’ ever consisted of small talk. “Uh fine” You said after a beat, your tone short and confused because this was the last moment you had expected casual talk.

“Good, that’s good. How’d your birthday go?” He inquired, pulling away from you completely to meet your gaze. “Also fine.” You said flatly. You pushed yourself up, meeting his gaze. “Normally when we do this, there’s not so much… talking.” You said with a quirk of your brow. Bruce ran a hand through his hair, in both frustration & annoyance that you clearly just wanted sex. “Yes I'm aware I just.. I feel like I don’t know much about you.” He countered, although his tone was laced in irritation, there was something else, some desperate.

“Bruce..” You began, “You knew what this was. I don’t-”

“You don’t want me. I know.” He said, the frustration apparent in his tone although you swore you saw the smallest hint of hurt flash across his gaze. “I didn’t say- I just..” You trailed off, unable to even understand what was happening here

“Bruce, I thought we were on the same page here. Just sex, no strings.” You said finally. He didn’t say anything, couldn’t even look at you while his own war waged in his head.

When he didn’t say anything you just nodded and stood from the bed, pulling down your skirt.

“I should go” You said, quickly. Then eventually, “Yeah. You’re right.” He said gruffly, meeting your gaze. This time he was guarded again, the mask that he sometimes let slip when he was with you, was now as solid as reinforced steel.

You just nodded, collecting your things before disappearing out of his room and the manor.

And Bruce? He just let you, because he would rather have none of you than continue pretending he didn’t want all of you.

A/N (Part 2 because not posting for 5 months makes you talkative apparently): PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment or ask about what you’d wanna see next. Whether it be the part 3 to this or another fic/character entirely!

meltingcherries

Pairing: Soldier!Bucky x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: In the chaos of World War II, a sharp-tongued, no-nonsense field nurse has earned the respect of every soldier under her care, especially Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes. She doesn’t take kindly to nicknames or flirtation, but Bucky, stubborn and wounded, insists on being treated by her and her alone. She may not date soldiers, but she’s already fallen for one.

A/N: Heyyy guyssss. So this is my SECOND ever fanfic which is crazy to me! I’ve always enjoyed reading but I wanted to try my hand at writing. This fanfic was inspired by a C. Ai prompt I saw from @wintersbite

A lot of you guys loved my first one and so I thought id write another (even though this one is completely different lmao). Id like to write a second part for the Bruce fanfic but im having trouble coming up w ideas! Im still new to this so let me know if this is straight trash lmao! Also lmk what you guys wanna see for pt. 2! Enjoy!

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November 1943

You were tending to a soldier. He lay on the cot for your examination, allowing you to poke and prod at him for your assessment. You had a way of getting grown men to do whatever you asked, maybe it was the fact you were a gorgeous nurse tending to soldiers at a time where being touched by a woman was rare for them. More accurately though, it was most likely your demeanor and the way you didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. You had no rank but everyone treated you as if you were the damn General of the Army. The boys fell in line for you because they knew that you were the best damn nurse on this side of the country.

You sat back on your stool and shook your head with a grin. “Congratulations, Private Jordan. No fractures. Just bruised pride.”

He chuckled, already pushing himself up. “Told you I was fine, darlin’.”

One look from you shut him up fast.

“Er, sorry. Ma’am.”

You nodded, satisfied. The troops had learned quickly. When you first arrived, they’d tossed around terms like "sweetheart" and "missy" without a second thought. But it only took a few dressing-downs and one lieutenant limping back to command with a busted ego to establish your rules: respect, or get lost.

“You got lucky,” you told Jordan, standing. “A fall like that could’ve put you out for weeks. Don’t be trying to play hero. You've got a son now.”

He nodded, sobering “The kids 6 weeks old and there's nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Marlene writes me everyday about him, she’s a trooper I tell ya. She’s back home fighting the real war, dealing with a screaming newborn alone...” He said softly

You gave him a reassuring smile “If you stop playing hero, you can go home and she won’t have to do it alone.”

The soldier nodded, a newfound sense of determination running through him. Before either one of them could say anything else, you heard yelling and arguing in a nearby tent. “Ice those ribs”, you called over your shoulder before walking out of the tent and into the next one over.

The scene was utterly ridiculous. Sergeant Barnes was arguing with a nurse,

“Sergeant Barnes! I just need to look you over!” The nurse insisted, seemingly desperate to get him to relax and allow her to help.

He immediately retracted away from her touch. “I don't trust you” He hissed.

“I don't want you, I want-” He looked up, meeting your gaze. “Her” He finished, his attention fully on you.

You shook your head as you stepped further into the tent. You sighed. “Sarah, go see if Red Cross has that morphine resupply. We’re low.” She glanced at you gratefully, relieved to not have to be the one to continue Barnes’ care. She scurried out of the tent and you moved towards the medical bed.

“When are you gonna let someone else care for you for a change huh?” You asked as you gently took his arm, looking at the nasty gash across his bicep.

“When hell freezes over” He retorted.

You ignored the comment and unrolled his sleeve. The gash on his upper bicep was deep and dirty, possibly from shrapnel. You moved to the supply station and returned with gauze, antiseptic, and sutures.

“Sit still.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, smirking.

You cleaned the wound, wiping away blood with practiced ease. “You know, every nurse here is qualified. You should show them the respect they’ve earned.”

Bucky simply shrugged, “They’re not you. I just want the best damn nurse taking care of me, that's all doll”.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his before focusing back on his arm. You tossed the blood soaked gauze and handed him a piece of fresh gauze.

“Hold this against your arm” You commanded and he obeyed, holding the gauze against his wound with pressure to help the bleeding.

“All of these nurses are capable Barnes, they wouldn’t be here if they weren't." You said, addressing his earlier comment as you poured antiseptic to clean his wound.

He huffed, “More capable than you? I doubt it”

You gave him a sideways glance. “Are you questioning my judgment, Barnes? Because doubting their capability is doubting mine.”

He didn’t answer. His lips were pressed into a hard line until you pressed the gauze soaked in antiseptic into the wound.

“Son of a—!”

“Language,” you muttered, unfazed. You finished cleaning, tossed the bloodied gauze, and prepped the needle.

“You need stitches” You muttered, he didn’t respond, just gave you a tight nod as you started. The moment the needle pierced his flesh he tensed. You watched as his eyes screwed shut, it was clear he was in a lot of pain. You relented, your frustration turning into concern. Your strokes became gentler, moving slower. Your gaze softened as you saw his jaw tighten, your free hand found his and you gently laced your fingers together.

He squeezed your hand, “Breathe James” You murmured. His eyes fluttered open at the use of his first name. His gaze full of gratitude and vulnerability.

You made quick work of stitching him up and wrapping medical wrap against his arm. When you pulled away, you looked up at him.

“How does it feel?” You asked him. He gently grasped his bicep, fingers running against the wrap.

“Like hell”

You smiled faintly. “Good. That means you’ll heal.”

“Can I go back out tomorrow?”

“Not a chance. You’ll stay on light duty. No firearms, no patrols. Let it rest.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face but he knew better than to argue. Smart man.

You stayed seated, your hand still in his.

“You gonna keep me company these next few days of bedrest doll?” He murmured

You smiled, “I’ll be around to check on you Barnes, don’t you worry”

His gaze drifted to your hands. He gave your hand a light squeeze and a smile.

He smirked, but his eyes lingered on yours. Then the tent flap opened and in stepped Steve Rogers, his uniform dusty and expression concerned.

You pulled your hand away and stood quickly, smoothing your uniform.

“If it isn’t the super soldier” Bucky teased.

“If it isn't the dumbass who got his arm blown off” Steve retorted

Your eyes narrowed at Steve “Language Rogers”

Steve nodded “Yes ma’am”

You gestured to Bucky’s bandage. “Six stitches. He’s lucky that’s all it was.”

Steve grimaced. “So he gets to keep the arm?”

“Unfortunately,” you said with mock disappointment.

Bucky chuckled. “Even one-armed, I’d still outrun you.”

“Sure you would,” Steve replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I was just making sure you didn’t croak,” Steve added.

“Not today,” Bucky said with a grin. “Turns out I’ve got a guardian angel.”

You shook your head. “You keep acting like you’re made of steel, Barnes, and I’ll let one of the new girls patch you up next time.”

“You should talk to your friend Rogers, he’s my most difficult patient” You added to Steve, your gaze on Bucky.

Bucky just simply grinned, “I think you mean your most attractive patient doll.”

You laughed, “Keep telling yourself that Barnes. I gotta check on a few other soldiers but i’ll visit you tomorrow. Keep that arm wrapped” You said before exiting the tent.

Once they were alone, Steve burst into laughter.

“You are absolutely gone for her,” Steve said with a grin. Bucky didn’t even try to deny it.

“Shut up Steve” He muttered, a shameless smile on his lips.

Steve shook his head. “Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, soldier.” Steve said with a nod before he walked out of the tent. As he exited the tent, you were exiting a neighboring tent at the same tent. He jogged over to you.

“You know he likes you,” he said, smiling.

“I know.”

“And you like him.”

You didn’t answer right away. Then finally, “I don’t date soldiers.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t care.”

You stopped walking.

“Steve-”

He turned back. Waiting.

You spoke before you could stop yourself.

“I’ll patch him up as many times as I need to, just make sure you bring him back to me”

Steve nodded, “yes ma’am”

meltingcherries

Pairing: CEO!Bruce Wayne x assistant!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You are the sharp, no-nonsense personal assistant to Bruce Wayne. You are efficient, respected, and feared by every assistant in the building. Despite your efforts to keep work and pleasure separate, Bruce clearly wants more — flirting shamelessly and fishing for affection. As Bruce watches you leave once again, he realizes he may have fallen for the one woman he can’t control.

Tags: Workplace romance, younger Bruce, NO Smut (yet..), suggestive but fluff

(WARNING: This is my FIRST time writing for Bruce & my FIRST EVER fanfic)

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The click of your heels echoed sharply against the sleek tile as you walked into the office. Heads turned. Conversations died. Fingers flew over keyboards as assistants scrambled to look busy, quickly closing tabs that had nothing to do with work. That always happened when you entered the room. You weren’t just an assistant.

You were the assistant.

Bruce Wayne’s right hand. Efficient. Unshakable. Ruthlessly competent. And everyone knew it.

You ran Bruce’s schedule, hell, you ran Bruce.

You strode down the hallway like a woman on a mission, your tailored black pantsuit hugging every curve with precision. A neat stack of papers was secured in your perfectly manicured red acrylics. You didn’t hesitate as you stopped in front of the large black door. No one else would even think of knocking on it, but you didn’t flinch. You knocked twice, firm & confident, before letting yourself in.

Bruce Wayne looked up from a mess of scattered documents. His office was dark and masculine, made of black marble and dark wood. He had large floor to ceiling windows behind his desk, revealing a stunning view of Gotham City. The windows were tinted, giving the skyline a shadowed appearance. His gaze softened as he saw you, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

“There you are. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you today” He murmured as you closed the door behind you and walked up to his desk. You shook your head “I’m your personal assistant, you see me everyday” You said dismissively. Your tone and demeanor was all business as you set the papers on his desk. Bruce didn’t even glance at the papers, his gaze trained on you. “Thank God for that” He murmured, his tone low and seductive.

You rolled your eyes and tapped the papers. “Notes from the meeting you missed.” You said, attempting to turn his attention away from your body and to the key notes of yet another missed budget meeting. “You can’t keep missing these meetings Mr. Wayne” You said, your tone serious. Bruce smirked “Sure I can. That's the benefits of being the CEO. It’s practically part of the job” You rolled your eyes for the second time that afternoon. “Is letting the board think they run the company part of the job too?” You said sarcastically before continuing. “It’s important that you have a say in what’s going on. Otherwise the board thinks they have too much power.” You explained even though you both knew he already knew that. Bruce leaned back, grinning. “If I let you handle it, does it really matter?” You scoffed. “You could at least pretend to care. Or let me know when you’re skipping. That way I don’t waste time rearranging your overpacked schedule.”

You stopped speaking, noting the way he was eyeing you. Your eyes narrowed “Stop looking at me like that” You said, the irritation in your tone was clear. “Like what?” He asked innocently, a sly grin on his face.

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

His smile deepened. “Oh, but I have.”

You huffed

One night. That’s what it was supposed to be. One night, after too many glances across the ballroom at the Wayne Gala. One night, one too many martinis, one impulsive stint in a bathroom stall. Just sex, no strings. You’d told yourself it was to “get it out of your system.” But once turned into twice, which then turned into… once a week.

You weren’t that girl. You didn’t sleep with your boss to get ahead. You didn’t need to. But Bruce Wayne was an anomaly. He was irritating, magnetic, and infuriatingly good in bed.

“Mr. Wayne—” you started, but he cut you off with a smug smile.

“Bruce.”

You leveled him with a look. “Mr. Wayne,” you repeated, voice cool. “We agreed this—” you gestured between the two of you “—wouldn’t affect work.”

“No,” he corrected, pointing to you. “You agreed. I don’t remember signing off on that.”

“Bruce, you said-” You began, only to be interrupted yet again by the very irritating yet attractive man across from you.

“Is this new?” He asked, gesturing to your pantsuit.

You were wearing a sleek black pantsuit.The blazer hugged your torso like a second skin, tailored to perfection with matching high-waisted trousers that cascaded to the floor in a clean, flared silhouette, elongating your frame with an effortless elegance. Your cheeks heated slightly although you didn’t know why. You weren’t the type to blush at every compliment from a man, you looked good and you knew it and you didn’t need a man to affirm that. But Bruce was different, he made you feel things you didn’t feel with other men.

You hesitated before speaking “I- uh yeah. I bought it yesterday.” You said, trying to regain your confident nature that so often slipped when you were with him. His eyes darkened in desire and he let out a low whistle “It looks fucking incredible on you. Buy one in every color” he commanded, looking you up and down.

You smirked, “You don’t pay me enough for that but thank you” You responded, smoothing your pantsuit. Bruce’s brow furrowed “No sweetheart, on my card. But wait- how much do I pay you?” He asked curiously, suddenly wondering if he was underpaying the one person that made his life easier. You were slightly taken aback by both the offer and the fact that he had no idea how much he paid his employees. You shook your head. “You sign my checks” You said, amusement in your tone. Bruce’s brows creased “I do?” He asked.

Bruce signed hundreds of papers daily, at some point they all seemed to run together. He had just been signing anything and everything you put in front of him.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You sign whatever I put in front of you.”

“Maybe I am underpaying you.” He commented, a smirk on his face

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” you teased.

If you must know, you pay me just enough to live in a comfy cardboard box on the streets of Gotham” You teased.

Bruce’s face deadpanned “Hilarious”

You grinned, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to keep this company from going underwater.” You said before turning to leave. Bruce stood from his plush office chair, leaning over the desk to quickly grab your wrist before leaving. “Wait!”

You turned around, cocking an eyebrow to see what the billionaire could possibly want now. Bruce quickly let go of your wrist, straightening to his full height. He mentally kicked himself for sounding so desperate. Although the truth was, he was. For Bruce, it was more than sex.

He liked you. A lot more than he cared to admit.

He enjoyed your company, your banter, and the way you carried yourself. He didn't just want your body, he wanted your mind. He wanted to be able to take you on dates and hold your hand. He wanted to be around you all the time, but he couldn’t tell you that. Not without scaring you away. He knew that for you it was just sex, even though he desperately wanted it to be more.

He cleared his throat and straightened his suit. “I uh- I was just wondering if I'd see you tonight”. He muttered, staring down as he fixed his already perfect suit jacket. You grinned but shook your head, “No.” You said simply.

“No?” He repeated, his eyes darting up to meet yours. You had come over every time he had asked you to, what could you possibly be doing that was more important than seeing him?

You nodded. “I- but- well why not?” He stammered.

“It’s my birthday and I'm going out.” You replied, a grin on your face.

His eyes widened “It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t you tell me?” He said, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t made aware. You shrugged “Why would I?” You said as if it wasn’t something he needed to know.

He faltered,why would you? It wasn’t like you two were dating or that you owed him anything. The reality was, you had your personal life, and he had his. The only issue was that his personal life, involved a lot of thinking about you, whereas if you weren’t lying in bed with him, or actively working for him, you didn’t give him a second thought.

He swallowed hard, covering his disappointment with a forced smile. “Okay, well at least let me take you to dinner” He said, hopeful.

You gave him a polite smile, “Thanks for the offer but I'm going out with some friends tonight.”

Bruces’ jaw tightened “Wonderful. Well, have fun and buy yourself something nice from me.” He said, his smile tightening as he tried his best to not let it show just how much he wished it was him taking you to dinner.

You smirked and turned to walk away from his desk “Already did, it was very nice” You called over your shoulder. Bruce watched you walk away, his gaze trailing you until he noticed the bright red soles of your shoes.

Louboutins? Did she always have those?, he thought to himself. The pumps were sleek and brand new, clearly just bought. He grinned to himself and shook his head. “Nice shoes” He called as you opened the door to his office. You looked down at your shoes “They were a gift” You said with a smirk before exiting his office and shutting the door behind you.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, staring at the now-closed door.

He wasn’t sure what frustrated him more — the fact that you didn’t want more, or the fact that he did.

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A/N: Hey guys so this was my first time writing Bruce and my first ever fanfic. I have some thoughts and ideas for a part 2 and where this should go but lmk what you guys think. If its straight trash pls lmk bc i need all the constructive criticism i can get lmao.