#Thursday Nights

[writing-neverheardofher]

Thursday nights (Bruce x GNreader)

Bruce lost Jason about a month ago, everything is reminding him of his failure as batman to protect his robin. Failing as a father to protect his son. He ends up downtown and hungry so he turns to “Jet’s pizza” where he meets you, the late shift server. 

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“Your new.”

Bruce looked up surprised to hear a lively voice so late at  night, “I’ve lived in Gotham my whole life.” He responded while sliding into the high bar. 

“Anyone would know that, Bruce Wayne.” They said his name with a weird inflection, “but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s 1am and I have my regulars on a Thursday afternoon and you,” They paused and stared Bruce right in the eyes. “are not one of them.” 

“Do you want me to leave?” He easily questioned back.

“No, you’re just new. I like new.” 

Bruce hummed from his spot. There was only one other person here, a girl with pink cat headphones scribbling in a book. 

“Can I interest you in anything? Or do you just want to sit there and brood?” They game back, still smiling and placed a cup of water and a coffee down. 

Looking up Bruce saw a lopsided smile and a promise of understanding. Something about you, this random person he met made him open up. He wanted to talk to you, Bruce wanted to cry. 

“Advice.” 

“You want advice?”

“If you have it.” Bruce responded coolly. 

“Well, that’s not on the menu but I’ll gladly oblige.” They smiled and pressed their arms on the counter leaning forward slightly as they did so. 

“Grief, how do I get over it?” Bruce stared down at his coffee. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, and now he didn’t feel like a person, a whole person at least.

“Ah,” a longer pause followed, where you also looked down, “you just, you just gotta come to terms with it. Death is something that comes to everyone, even the people who should have longer.” you turned to the ceiling, “but you gotta find something that makes you happy first. You need to smile again before you can get over anything.” 

“Nothing makes me happy.” Bruce started to channel in batman the longer you spoke, this was stupid, he wasn’t going to get over Jason. 

“REAlly? Nothing makes you happy?” The server leaned back over.

Bruce shrugged. 

“Well then,” THey slamed their ands on the counter, “cake and a good conversation alwasy make me happy so lets try that out with you.” 

“Sure,” Bruce smiled to himself, “we can try that.”  

[oldsoulsoupbrain]

I noticed on the new z-toon art theres poster with tom playing a guitar, could you write something with that? :3c

like ted showing chris how to play or him playing for chris (perhaps even writing a whole song for him?) or chris buying a new cool guitar for ted and being really excited to listen for it but he doesn't really know anything about guitars so he buys a wrong wire or something so they have a fun/cute moment about it idk :D I would love anything

and thx you!!!!<3

Hello! I had finished this one a few months ago but never got around to posting it since I've been more focused writing for other fandoms recently. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request! 🤎🤎🤎

This fic is called Thursday Nights and you can read it on ao3 here as well as under the cut!

A teenage Cherry teaches makeshift guitar lessons to a young Ted and Chris for some extra money while the two boys each struggle with them for different reasons.

Thursday Nights

One of the things about growing up under the home of  an “old money” family meant that members of that family were each expected to hold certain skills, such as being capable of playing an instrument, or several for that matter. In Ted’s case he was lucky that his parents at least let him pick his poison of choice, and in his he decided on the guitar.

In Chris’s case it was as simple as his mom’s opinion that it was “cheaper than her therapy bill” and it kept him occupied for a few hours once a week, every Thursday to be precise.

For Cherry she needed the extra money to save for college and with the one guitar she owned and would lend to Chris for every lesson plus Ted bringing his own she was able to bullshit some makeshift lesson together every week for these kids. It wasn’t the nicest job to be known for doing since people would assume she knew more herself then she really did but it certainly wasn’t the worst option out there. Unfortunately their families were expecting to see actual progress. Something that worked wonderfully for Chris since he was a quick learner. Not so much for Ted, however being as even with practice at home he was still getting stuck on the same things time and time again.

It was simply a pity that while Chris excelled he never took the class seriously and Ted tried his best each and every week with slow progress. Two problems that Cherry didn’t know how to fix, if it weren’t for one idea. That the two kids could help one another in the ways that only kids could.

“Teddy! You came back!”

“I come back every week, Chris.”

“Still! I miss you every week.”

“You do?”

Despite having nearly the same conversation every week Chris was always just as excited to see Ted, who always seemed surprised that he had a friend. It was sort of sweet.

As the kids got settled down Cherry left the room to give them more space to talk privately, something they would have if it weren’t for the fact the kids always talked so damn loud. It was only two weeks ago that Cherry had told the two that part of their lessons would be to help the other out and so far it seemed to be working to varying levels of success. Chris was able to explain things to Ted in ways Cherry had never thought how to before and in return Ted was able to get Chris to settle down without even saying a word, which was downright impressive. Granted, Chris was never down to the same levels of chill that Ted was but it was still certainly an improvement from how it had been before the two boys had been introduced.

“-So then you just kind of do what sounds right to you, you know?”

“I guess.”

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, alright?”

“How can you be so sure?”

“HMM!”

It seemed that whenever Ted asked a question that Chris considered to be obvious he would make a sort of judgmental sound in response. One that he apparently felt necessary to use when discussing Ted being asked to play for his parents. Up until now the only person that he had ever played for aside from Cherry was Chris, a fact he didn’t seem very keen on changing anytime soon, and for the time being he wouldn’t.

Over the following weeks Cherry noticed that Ted had improved with the help of Chris being his personal moral support cheerleader and when the time eventually came when Ted was more advanced than Chris was, even if it was only by a little bit, there was no person looking more proud of Ted than Chris was. By the time that Cherry was ready to go off to school herself the boys were ready to “graduate” from her little makeshift school, and so with a celebration with cake and small gifts for being such good students the boys said goodbye to their young teacher.

It wasn’t until many years later when Cherry received a letter in the mail detailing the impact she left on the lives of two husbands and their family that she realized just how important those classes were to a couple of kids in need of something special. She also questioned how they found her mailing address but knowing the lengths Chris was always willing to go to get information for Ted she didn’t put nearly as much thought into it as probably should have.

In the end she would always be their guitar teacher and there was now some pride to be had in that.

[lordtrapalot2]

[sparrow-hawk]

'Tis tradition. Chosen, she is, by the Gods-

—No! You chose her.

[fishsfailureson]

anyways, happy out of touch Thursday/21st night of September crossover event everyone.

[zu-is-here]

double game

[dunderfluffwillowbottom]

[machveil]

Simon comes back from deployment and his roommate, totally platonically of course, got pyjamas with his face on it

SOBBING

you’re so happy with yourself, of course you have photos of Simon on your phone! they’re some of your favorites, groggy with bed head, his handsome mug smiling at you - it was only a matter of time before you printed him on something. you had options, a mug, maybe a blanket, a classic print of him on a shirt. but sweatpants? that felt right, and they feel right too, nice and soft against your legs

Roommate!Simon Riley who comes home on leave, exhausted and ready to crash, but he pauses when he sees you - your smug grin ignored, his eyes glued to your pants. his face plastered every couple centimeters, an absolute shit photo you cropped of him staring dead at your camera. he can’t stop himself from cracking a smile and chuckling

Roommate!Simon Riley who walks up to you, plants a kiss on your forehead before looking at your sweats again, “Missed me tha’ much?”, he huffs, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. his thumbs dipping past the waist band, one fluid motion as he thumbs at the material, “Could ‘ave used a better picture…”, he grumbles, holding back laughter. “This is actually the best photo I have of you, Simon.”, you argue back, delighted laughter leaving you as his hands move up your waist, pulling you into a hug

“Been replaced by a pair a’ pants, ‘ave I?”, he murmurs, voice raspy as his head dips forward, lips pressed to the crown of your head

[thefrsers]

ANGELA BASSETT as ATHENA GRANT-NASH in 911 Season 7(2018-Present)

[catboysdnp]

crying in the gay club over the 'we'

[echofades]

A hack is someone who does the same thing over and over. Deborah is the opposite. She keeps evolving, and getting better. HACKS 3.07 | 3.08

[ssnapdragoon]

would you give her those three funny numbers on the back of your credit card

[demigoddessqueens]

It is midnight my dudes!!!

Do you remember??

[melrosing]

alas my dad is dead. it was a drawn out but peaceful passing and we were all there but yeah feel like ive been hit by a freight train!! i don’t really know where to put all my energy now he’s not here. have a lot of knowledge about brain cancer that i no longer need! very shit. but wanted to say thanks everyone for all the messages you have sent throughout this. I would like u to know that even though none of us know each other and this is a goddamn aso/iaf blog, I appreciated them all, and especially from those who are going through/have gone through similar shit. can’t promise I’m done posting about this shitty experience but yeah we’re now past the cancer posting. and to my new followers….. welcome lmao

[beccawise7]

Missed your kiss. Your touch. The taste of you... All day... ~beccawise7 💜🖤

[mobius-m-mobius]

#choose your remix 😅