#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.”  

[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 😅

[kikker-oma]

For @skyloftian-nutcase because she's a gremlin😂 @luinhealthcare

Bonus: (because Lofty did this😂)