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ABH THE MOVIE IS SO GOOD BUT I WISH WE GOT TO SEE LOIS AND CLARK ON THE FARM TOO

Honestly I just ache for more farm boy Clark in general 😩😩 I literally grew up in the country in the Midwest plleeeaaaseee DC I'm BEGGING you

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｡⁠☆Brain Fog｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Clark x reader

☆Cw: no pronouns, no use of y/n, memory issues, dissociation(?), complete self projection from the author

Dating Clark is the easiest thing you have ever done. He's doting, attentive, kind, and gorgeous. For the first time in your life it seems you've landed a 10/10. Sure, we all have our flaws, but Clarks seem almost miniscule compared to people you've dated in the past. It feels good, maybe a little embarrassing, to be known and cared for like he does for you.

You try your best to return the favor whenever you can. That's the only hard part about your relationship. You don't think Clark's caught on, not that you're hiding your less than efficient brain from him, but you'd also rather not point it out.

Currently Clark is standing beside your desk. He's leaned against the wall in your home office/guest bedroom, chatting and watching you work. He knows you're only half paying attention, just wanting to be in your presence in whatever way possible at the moment.

You're not sure when you completely stopped hearing what he said. When his soft voice turned into muddled droning that you can't quite parse out. It must've been the same time your brain started feeling like lead, when the paper you've been typing started to become gibberish.

Clark notices the moment you stop typing. He's smiling at first, ready to steal your attention for the rest of the day, until he sees your face. His smile pulls into concern.

"You okay?"

"Yeah- sorry, I'm alright. Creative juices just stopped flowing I guess."

More like it was washed away in a river. Every time you try to read the words your brain becomes static, and anything you try to type falls through your fingers before it can reach the page. You glare at your computer screen.

"I need a break." You sigh.

"Good. It was getting lonely talking to myself over here."

You snort. "Shut up Clark."

You probably should've sat down and explained your memory problems to Clark in this moment, he gave you the perfect opening to do it. But no, you brushed it off like you always do, because it didn't seem like that big of a deal. A little brain fog is normal when you work a high stress job like you do.

Still, this didn't become apparent to you until around a week later, when Clark had stayed over.

It's not strange for you to wake up and not know where you are, even when you wake up in your own bedroom. You're so used to it you don't even bat an eye when you sit up dazed and confused. Clark, ever the attentive lover, does though. He notices immediately that something is off.

"Darlin'?"

You look at him cluelessly. You have no clue where you are, and you don't know who this man is. He seems awfully familiar with you, he is sleeping in bed with you, and he doesn't seem nefarious. You're sure you'd know if he was, even though in this moment you don't know anything.

"I don't know where I am." You say flatly.

You don't ask for help, because you don't need it. Nothing is familiar to you, but you feel like you know it anyway. Even Clark's large hand on your forehead only feels like a distant piece of a memory, even though he's right here.

"You feeling okay?"

You shrug, and slide out of bed. Clark follows on your heels like a herding dog.

It's not until you step out of your bedroom and into the rest of your apartment that everything rushes back. It's like a bulb in your brain ticks on, shedding light on all your memories. You also haven't forgotten that a very concerned Clark is hovering over your back as you stand in the middle of your living room.

"Darlin'?" He asks again.

"I'm okay." You groan, embarrassed. "Sorry that was a whole- thing. I don't know. Sorry for worrying you."

"Thing?"

So you start to talk. You explain how you lapse in memory pretty frequently. You explain how he saw it for the first time in your office last week. You explain how it seemed to pop up out of nowhere one day, and you've been dealing with it long enough that it doesn't stress you out anymore. It's just a part of your life now.

Clark is clearly not satisfied by your explanation.

"So you've never gone to the doctor for it, even once?"

"No. I don't know how to explain what I feel. It's not like it happens outside my own house very often, so I figured it's fine."

You don't mention the multiple times you've completely forgotten where your house is, as well as your address, and had to ask a friend for help. Bringing it up wouldn't be very indicative of your point.

Clark's jaw drops. "You don't even want to find out what's wrong?"

"It's not a big deal."

"N-Not a big deal? 'Not a big deal' she says."

"It really isn't. I'm managing it, just leave it alone, okay?"

He doesn't bring it up again, but his eyes trail you until he goes home. They're big and blue and sad. It makes you feel a little guilty, almost guilty enough to let him stay another night, but you feel like you've been scrutinized enough for a few days.

After this he somehow becomes even more aware of you. He seems to always notice when the fog slips in, even before you do. He treats you like normal, and explains things if you ask questions. It's nice. You even prefer this new arrangement over him ignoring it entirely.

One day, when he was back over at your apartment, really only staying for dinner, but half the time when he says that he ends up spending the night. You felt the fog come over your mind, sluggish and blurry. You were in the middle of cooking, which you should know, the stove is on, there's a pan in your hand, you can smell the food cooking, but you can't seem to figure out what you're doing.

Clark, as of sensing something wrong, is behind you in a second. His arms wrap around you from behind, and he rests his chin on your head. You can feel low vibrations of his chest as he talks.

"You doing okay?"

"I can't remember what I'm doing."

You know it's obvious. You know you should be able to connect the dots, but you're lost. It's like you can't even begin to figure out what you're looking at, despite standing in your own kitchen.

"That's okay." He kisses your cheek, and lifts you onto the counter. "I'll take it from here."

The pan is removed from your hands and you're content to watch your boyfriend shuffle around your kitchen. The longer you sit there, the more that comes back to you, but you're still content to just watch. Clark's doing a good job, he looks in his element, domestic. It's good. You feel good.

Normally after a lapse like that you'd be scrambling to salvage your burned pans, or trying to force your brain back on track. Now though, you feel safe enough to take it slow, to let yourself come back on your own. That's something you've never had before.

For a moment, you're stuck staring at your boyfriend. Your vision shortens to only focus on him. The way his back muscles move, his slightly wavy hair, his fingers gripping your pan. You feel so overtaken with adoration that it suffocates you.

"Clark?" You call.

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

His eyes flick away from the stove to focus on you. His pupils seem to swell, much larger and faster than any humans would- like a cat's eye. His whole face softens and his shoulders go slack with it, like the weight of the world has dropped off them.

"I love you too." He plants a kiss on your forehead, and turns back to the food, slightly more relaxed than before.

Hey guys, does anyone know what the fuck is wrong with me /hj. But like dead ass. One time I completely forgot where I was in my bathroom while I was washing my hands and for the life of me couldn't figure out why TF the sink water was running, despite my hands being covered in soap.

I have a burn on my arm from grabbing a pizza pan with oven mitts on, but mid action forgot how to hold the pan and just fucking held it and let it burn me and I couldn't figure out why my arm hurt.

Don't get me started with how hard writing can be for me. Dear. God. This is complete self projection, I need this man NOW.

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I am going to write a very self indulgent Clark Kent fic when I wake up later, when it's not 630am and I haven't just woken up from a nightmare. I think it's going to be the most self indulgent fic I've written here so far actually

[theobservatory]

I wanna just say, David did a wonderful job of himbo Clark Kent, multiple times I wanted to kiss that boys face he was so precious. Could i request Clark acting “cute” in the office (pushing his glasses up when they slip down, nearly tripping over his own feet while walking with coffee and almost spilled it on jimmy’s shirt, doing that stupid turn around when he’s trying to find where he’s going next (even tho he’s worked at daily planet for a few years already??) doing that little head duck and half wave at a coworker when they call him “smallville” as a greeting, dropping a stack of papers when he bumps into one of the new interns, basically he’s just doing his typical himbo Clark stuff) and reader is having a really hard time not dragging him down to her level by his tie to kiss him, bonus, they are good friends with both having crushes on each other but to oblivious to realize, much to Lois and jimmy’s amusement.

Youuuu got it anon. Bless that man.

Please don't hassle me if my characterizations are bad. It's literally my first time writing any of these characters, I'll get better as I learn (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

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Helpless as a Kitten｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you and Clark fumbling around each other

｡⁠☆Cw: himbo behavior, no pronouns, no use of y/n

"Don't you just wanna put him out of his misery?"

"Excuse me?" Lois turns from her chair.

You gesture over to Clark Kent, and she rolls her eyes. The man is hunched over a large potted plant, having caught it before it crashed to the ground, but now dirt is splayed all over the floor. He's frowning, bottom lip out and shoulders all hunched.

"He's like a sad shelter dog."

"Well he's got the eyes for it."

True, you think. They're big, and glossy, and a bright sky blue.

"I know. They're like giant pools of sky, aren't they?"

"I was going for pathetic and teary, but a lovey-dovey answer works too."

You groan, throwing your head back with your hands over your face. "Lois, I don't like him like that, stop pushing your agenda on me."

"If that's what helps you sleep at night." She shrugs.

Both of you turn back to Clark, his blue eyes are turned directly on you now. His stare is piercing, deep. Even if he is still holding a giant potted plant half sideways, causing more dirt to fall out.

You wave at him.

He drops it, and the lip of the pot shatters onto the floor, creating an even bigger mess. He turns away when you laugh, red faced and rapidly whipping his head back and forth. He's probably trying to find a broom or something before someone gets ceramic stuck in their opened-toed shoe.

"Wow." Lois says flatly.

You sigh unknowingly dreamy sounding.

"Wow." She says again, this time looking at you like you're the pathetic one. "This is really just sad for both of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You both turn back to your work, while Clark frantically sweeps up the dirt and chipped pottery off the floor.

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Currently, Clark is standing next to your desk. It's next to the wall, but not close enough to be touching. In fact, it's right next to the obnoxiously loud printer, where Clark is. The thing is jammed, as usual, so it's just making this annoying BZZRT-T-T sound as it tries to spit out more paper than it can handle. Meanwhile, Clark is muttering a little frantically under his breath.

"Darn printer, c'mon work you damn mule, you were just fine yesterday."

You mask a snort under your hand, pausing your own writing to watch Clark suffer. He still hears it- the man seems to hear everything around here- and his ears redden a little. Adorable.

"Having trouble?"

"Nah, I just- y'know-" BZZRT-T-T BZZRT-T-T BZZRT-T-T. "Just a difficult day."

"I see that."

He clears his throat awkwardly. "Right. Well I-"

BZZRT-T-T BZZRT-T-T BZZ- "Out of ink, please replace ink cartridge to print." The printer says.

"You wouldn't happen to have some ink, would you?"

"I think there's some in the back."

The man is so bashful it hurts a little. He has his shoulders hunched in like it will mitigate how large he actually is, he's avoiding eye contact so heavily he's basically turned the opposite way, even his fingers are whirring between each other like a little school girl talking to her crush. It's so sweet it could make your teeth rot.

"I can go grab some if you want-"

"NO! No, that's okay I can get it myself. I was the one who disturbed your work, anyway. I'll be right back."

He rushes away before you can get another word out, slamming his toe on the leg of your desk on the way out.

"Are you okay?" You call, huffing a laugh.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it!" He calls back.

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"You invited Clark, right?"

"Yeah, of course I did. Does it matter?" You raise an eyebrow at Jimmy.

"Yes! If you didn't invite him he'd get all sad, and mopey."

"I know." You neglect to say out loud how cute you find it. He cares so much, and just wants to be included, he's so sweet.

"I know you know, which is why I had to ask if you invited him, because if you didn't i'd have to start taking sides, and you can't put me through that."

"I really don't think it's that deep, but whatever you say."

You, Jimmy, and Lois are all crowded in your small apartment. It's not tiny or a shoebox or anything, just a little small. It's not cramped now, but it will be when Clark's massive form arrives.

Honestly, it was only supposed to be you and Lois, but then Jimmy invited himself, and if Jimmy's coming then you might as well invite Clark too. It's a little exciting, it's the first time you're seeing Clark outside of work on purpose. You've run into each other on the street a bunch of times, and went out for coffee together on your breaks a few times as well.

This feels different, more intimate. Even with Lois and Jimmy 3rd wheeling. Not that you and Clark are together of course, you're just using that as a turn of phrase. They're not actually 3rd wheeling, you're happy to see all your friends an equal amount like any normal person.

Don't think too hard about it. Anyway.

"With how late it is, I kinda doubt he's coming," you say. Clark has always been pretty punctual for as long as you've known him.

Lois and Jimmy look at each other, and then look at you.

"He's coming."

"He'll be here."

They say in sync. Well, that's not creepy at all.

"Ooookay..."

As if summoned by his name, there's a knock on your door. You can tell by the hushed clack clack on your door that it's Clark. Somehow, the respective noise just sounds like him. It's quiet, not attention grabbing, considerate even- just like him.

You're quick to open the door. There's a giddiness in your bones that you've never quite experienced before, like a dog waiting for its favorite treat or something. Gosh, maybe Clark isn't the sad dog in your relation- friend, you meant friend- friendship, maybe it's you. But that is a thought for a mind vault, you are hosting right now, much more important than... Whatever your brain has going on.

"Hey, Clark!"

Clark's hair is unkempt, black strands twist every which way, a fat cowlick stands proudly at the center of his head. There's a little smear of dirt on his cheek bone, like he was trying to wash it off and ended up making it worse.

"Hi," He grins, slow and wide. "I brought peach cobbler."

"You didn't have to do that. No one else brought food."

"Well maybe they should've." He shrugs.

You laugh. "Maybe."

The cobbler in your hands has clearly been tossed around a bit. There's an air tight lid on the container, so all that's happened is the lids smeared with peach juice now. Clark is a little embarrassed about it if the way he places a sun kissed hand on top of it is any indication.

"Did you trip on your way here? There's dirt on your face."

He winces, flushing. "Yeah, you can say that."

The night progresses quickly after that. Lois and Jimmy steal the cobbler before you can even try a bite, and Clark tries to interject but only gets steamrolled by the two grabbing forks and ignoring him. He pouts, and you rub his back and try to comfort him, but the action leaves him tripping over his words. You have no clue if you succeeded in making him feel better or not.

After the peach cobbler debacle you end up pulling out your decade old boardgames. Jimmy was the one who suggested it, proclaiming that Clue was the best boardgame, which is wrong of course because the best boardgame is actually Monopoly, but Lois thinks it's Scrabble. Clark proclaims Candyland, but is swiftly shot down when everyone agrees that one sucks the most.

You end up playing Monopoly, because it's your house and you make the rules, but poor Clark has a hard time. He continuously knocks pieces off the board, and money is continuously scattered next to his feet and under your couch. He gets that bashful look again, hot in the ears and face, pulling at his collar.

"I-I guess my hands are a bit too big for the pieces," he says.

Which is so true, so very true. His hands are giant. They dwarf yours completely, consuming your fingers in his like a turtle shell. They're so gentle though. So kind. No matter how many pieces he drops, he's so delicate with it all. Honestly, watching him is filling your head with thoughts that make you squirm in your seat.

You try to think about the game instead. You try to fill your head with safer less friendship ruining thoughts. It's not your fault he's so hot huge.

The night ends with just you and Clark- and about a third left of peach cobbler. He's just thankful there was any left, really. You're standing in your kitchen with him, he's holding the tray, you have a fork in hand ready to finally taste the cobbler.

"I just wanted to thank you for inviting me tonight. It was fun."

"It was no problem, really."

"No, seriously. Thank you." He says almost sternly, with a rare forcefulness you've never seen before.

"Of course, Clark, seriously. I'm glad to have you, I don't know if you know this, but I like spending time with you, it makes me happy to spend time with you."

A few things happen in quick succession.

Clark flushes again, a deeper red than you've ever seen on him. Your fork goes down to try the cobbler. Clark trips on his own feet by shuffling nervously. He falls. The cobbler falls. It hits the floor upside down, and the lid is on the counter.

"Clark."

"Oh my gosh, I-I'll clean it up, and make another one. I'm so sorry."

He does. That man cleans your floor so good it looks brand new. He gets on his hands and knees, and scrubs until your kitchen floor shines. Then has the nerve to sit back on his knees and look up at you with sad, blue puppy eyes.

You've never had a man get on his knees for you before. You think you'd like it in any other circumstance. Maybe you like it a little in this one, too.

"I'm sorry." He repeats. "I should go."

"Clark, I'm not mad."

"I know. I'm still sorry."

"I know." You sigh. You hold out a hand to help Clark up, but he's far outside your weight class. It's more of a formality than it is helpful. "See you at work tomorrow?"

"Of course. Spend break together?"

You smile. "Of course."

Clark smiles back, and trips over his shoes.

Got a little burnt out at the end bc this was supposed to be short and it got waaay fucking longer than it was supposed to

Clark is so fucking embarrassed at the end of this. He goes outside your door and puts his face in his hands and tries to hold back screams from how cringe he's being. Love him to death fr

Headcanon that Clark gets more flustered at sweet heartfelt comments than sexual or lusty ones !!!!

If this is ass I'll take care of it later, it's 1am. I'm tired.

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Okay, I'm working on it rn 😝😝

Just saw the movie. Someone give me a request for Clark Kent (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

[theobservatory]

Just saw the movie. Someone give me a request for Clark Kent (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

[theobservatory]

⭐ What's in my drafts ? ⭐

Asks - total asks: 17

⭐ Jealous - Bestie I saw your request post! Can you write something where the reader and dick become close friends and Jason gets jealous

🟣 Jason Todd x reader - crack/fluff - 80% done, 50% formatted, tagged

⭐ As Many Times as I Blink - Hiii can you write Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t answer her phone all day and Jason has a panic attack and enlists the whole batfam to find her

🟣 Jason Todd x reader - angst/hurt/comfort - 75% done, not formatted, tagged

⭐ To Be With You and Split - I need Dick being a crazy good baby daddy even if yall aren’t together. I know he would be a good coparent with you maybe yall still love each other but can’t be together due to his night life maybe because a incident occurred during pregnancy or maybe before knowing.

🟣 Dick Grayson x Babymama!reader - angst/hurt/comfort - 75% done, formatted, not tagged

Series

⭐ I Love it When You Ogle - Dick has never been a jealous person. Protective? Absolutely. Possessive? Maybe. But even he has to admit that it's hard watching you on stage dancing with another guy like that

🟣 Dick Grayson x Popstar!reader - part 1 - crack/comfort - not started, 50% formatted, not tagged

SMAU

⭐ ??? - What general texting with Jason Todd looks like

🟣 Jason Todd x reader - not started, not formatted, not tagged

⭐ Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Hiii!! Love your works!! Are requests still open, and if yes, can we get more Dick smau, maybe with vigilante reader?

🟣 Dick Grayson x Vigilante!reader - not started, not formatted, not tagged

Oneshots

⭐ ??? -

🟣 Damian x reader - fluff/crack - not started, not formatted, not tagged

⭐ Tim Drake Headcanons - General Tim Drake boyfriend headcanons

🟣 Tim x reader - fluff/crack/suggestive - not started, not formatted, not tagged

[theobservatory]

✨In orbit ✨

What's in my drafts ? ⭐

Wanna know about me ? 💫

Where are my titles from ? 🌟

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"No, you can not sit on my lap."

You pout, whirring your teeth between your lips. For all pretenses you look a bit like a child, crossing your arms over your chest like that.

"Why not?"

"Because you can't."

Rude. You can remember Tim saying what's mine is yours. Now all of a sudden that doesn't include his personal space bubble, your favorite bubble to intrude upon, even. This is blasphemous behavior for a man who worships the ground you walk on.

"Oh, so you hate me."

"What- no, of course not."

"Then why not?" You say a little forcefully, leaning your weight onto Tim's desk and towering over him. The wood creaks beneath your palm like an ungreased door hinge.

Tim blushes. "Uh- I just- I need to get work done, is all."

"so get it done with me sitting on your lap."

"I can't." He pleads.

"Why not?"

"You know why!"

And yes, you do know why. It's because while you came here with mostly innocent intentions, your boyfriend is a pervert first and foremost. He can't concentrate while you're sitting on him, his brain always trails right back your thighs on his, your nose in his neck, your fingers on his back, the ever growing tightness in his pants.

You also do not care.

"I don't care."

"But-"

Even now, as you're leaning over where he's sitting, you can see his skin getting flusher and flusher. It's like watching a computer run the same numbers over and over again trying to change the outcome, except this your boyfriend trying to redirect his mind to the conversation at hand, instead of losing himself to whatever disgusting thoughts permeate his brain.

"I miss you." You whine. "You've been working all day."

"Yeah, m-mhm, I know. Just 10 more minutes, okay? 10 more minutes."

Whether he actually uses the 10 minutes to actually wrap up his work or rushes to the bathroom connected to his office is up in the air. Despite having been dating for a long while now, and having seen each other naked many times, he's still so embarrassed about even the vague thought of his own arousal.

You really don't understand why he won't just ask you for a quickie at least- God knows you've asked him enough times- but if taking care of it himself makes him feel better you're not going to make fun of him for it. Then again, he might be into that for all you know.

"I'll be back in 10 minutes exactly. You hear me?"

"Of course, I'll be quick."

You close the office door behind you as you leave, but you linger to press your ear up to the wood. You hear his chair squeak, a heavy sigh, the rolling wheels across the floor. Then you hear the connected bathroom door shut.

Yeah, you should've known.

HE IS A FAILBOY LOSER TO ME, OKAY

I'm a fan of suave Tim, but I'm bigger fan of loser goody-two-shoes Tim who's too shy to ask for more than you've given. I think it's sweet, and a little funny maybe

Anyway, just a little drabble before I focus on more important things again. I'm going to see the new Superman movie tomorrow so you can expect some Clark Kent stuff coming soon. Alri bye yall

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How many requests do you have rn? I feel like I wanna send one everything I open your blog but then I think that you probably already have too many and Might get overwhelmed or smth

I think I have about 17, I did have 6 half way done but Tumblr deleted half of them (⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠) genuinely devasting. However, feel free to send it requests whenever you want, I'll get to it when I get to it

[theobservatory]

Thinking about starting AOT...

[theobservatory]

Love your writing! Who is the easiest character to write for/who's the hardest?

Tysm ! I think Jason is probably the easiest, with Tim a close second, which makes sense bc they're my fav Batfam characters in general. I think the hardest is Bruce. I just haven't written him a lot, even in my general fanfics outside of this blog. He just has so many different characterizations, both in canon and fanon, that it's hard for me to land on one I like 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ I feel like I write Bruce differently every time I write him lol

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Tim reacting to YOU having a crazy unhinged confession to him because your brain is going 100 miles per hour and doesn’t seem to stop until he kisses you.

You got it, shawty. Lowk inspired by myself bc I also can't process my emotions for shit, and my self regulation skills are okay at best. Thanks for the ask, hope it does it justice ! If not, feel free to send in another !

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My Shell-Shaped Mind｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: you've always had a hard time understanding what you're feeling, thank God Tim is here to help

｡⁠☆Cw: panic attack, a little stuttering, no use of y/n, no pronouns used

You've never been good with emotions. Maybe it was your less than pleasant upbringing that started it, or maybe you were just born that way. All throughout your life you've had a hard time processing what you're feeling, many relationships, both romantic and platonic, have ended over the years because you can't self regulate, because you can't identify your emotions.

And then came Tim, your best friend.

Now, Tim also has never been good with emotions, making you two peas in a fucked up little pod. Though, instead of being unable to identify them like you, it's more like he's been trained to ignore them. There's no time for feeling when you're on the field, after all.

So a true friendship was born. One that blossomed in ways that could only be understood by you two. Both of you left brained and logic leaning on the outside, but twisted up masses of unexpressed emotions on the inside. You just got each other. From the moment you met it was like you could read each other perfectly.

So this must be why you're so off kilter now, right? You've never thought of Tim in a romantic way before, at least, you didn't think you had! He was- is- your best friend, and friends don't think of friends that way, or you don't think they're supposed to. So now you're stuck, hot faced, embarrassed, alone in your room, in the middle of the night.

What are you even supposed to do with these feelings? Do you say something? Do you keep it a secret? You've had boyfriends before, but it's never felt the way it does with Tim. He makes you feel hot, and makes your stomach turn, and your heart flip. He makes you nervous, and you don't understand why because it wasn't like that before you had this realization! It doesn't make any sense.

You're hyperventilating a little, maybe a lot. You don't know what to do and you hate not knowing what to do because then you can't fix it! Nothing will get done when there's no solution, but you can't even identify the problem, and how the hell are you gonna solve anything if you don't know the problem.

Fuck. You're so out of it, you don't even notice when Tim climbs in through your window. He's still decked out in Red Robin gear, frowning at his phone, until his gaze turns to you. You look like shit, to put it frankly.

"Woah-" Tim barks, practically throwing himself to your side. "Breathe, breathe, what happened, are you hurt?"

You stutter and you gasp like you're learning to breathe for the first time. Getting words out is an internal battle. Tim is trying to help, a hand on your shoulder as he crouches beside you, a worried glare in his eyes. He's clearly just as lost as you though.

"C'mon, what's wrong?" He sounds a little more forceful than he meant to, desperate.

"I-I just- I don't- I can't-" you gasp, "I don't know what to do! Tim, Tim, I think I'm in love with-with you, and I don't know what to do about it! You're my best friend, I don't want to ruin anything, I don't want to be in love with you, but I can't help it, and I don't know why, and I feel like I don't know anything at all anymore and-"

And suddenly there's lips on yours. Soft, careful lips. There's hands slowly trailing up to your face, gently holding your cheeks, and then Tim pulls away. You didn't even close your eyes, too startled to do anything but sit there.

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yeah." Tim's voice is flat, monotone, but his eyes bore into you like a shovel digging into the earth. "I mean, I like you a lot too, so I didn't think it was a big deal."

There's a heavy silence between the two of you for a moment, your brain is still lagging behind the situation, unable to form the correct response. You're stuck staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move.

Tim clears his throat. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Yeah..."

Your lips are captured again, a few soft pecks being pushed into something deeper. You feel like a newborn foal for a moment, clueless on where to put your hands or how to move your lips, even though you've kissed before. It's like you've forgotten everything you've ever learned.

As usual, Tim senses your unease, and finds your hands in his without breaking the kiss. He rubs soft circles into your palms until you finally relax into it, nerves floating away for a sweeter feeling to take it's place.

Distantly, as your brain grows a little fuzzy, you think to yourself; it might be worth it to feel new things, if this is my outcome.

Ngl I had no fucking clue how to end this, so hopefully it's okay

Also, my Tumblr keeps deleting the writing I'm doing for my asks, and why I copy-paste my work from Google docs to here it crashes 😩😩 I'm trying so hard y'all I'm so sorry it's taking forever to answer asks it literally isn't my fault LMFAO

｡⁠☆Requests Open

[theobservatory]

✨Batfam masterlist✨

💫One-shots 💫

⭐ I'm baby - You and Damian tag team to bully Tim after you begin to feel like he's hiding you from his family - Tim x reader

🟣 Both calloused hands - You feel insecure about your body, Jason helps, in his odd way - Jason x reader

⭐ Think of you all the day - Duke won't tell you where he disappears to during the day - Duke x reader

🟣 Pose for me baby - Tim knows it's creepy but he can't help but take pictures of you - Tim x reader

💫Drabbles💫

⭐ Jason Todd

🟣 Dick Grayson

⭐ Tim Drake

💫Multi-character💫

⭐ What's in a name - How they name their children - Bruce ★ Dick ★ Jason ★ Tim ★ Damian ★ Duke

🟣 Waitin all day - How they confess - Bruce ★ Dick ★ Jason ★ Tim

⭐ Don't wanna cry alone - How they react to you crying - Bruce ★ Dick ★ Jason ★ Tim ★ Damian ★ Duke

💫Asks💫

🟣 Talkative - 3 snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off - Jason x reader

⭐ Cuddling Duke Thomas - what it's like cuddling Duke - Duke x reader

🟣 Shell-Shaped Mind - you give Tim an emotion filled confession - Tim x reader

💫SMAU💫

🟣 TTYL XOXO - General texting with Tim Drake - Tim x reader

⭐ Always Know Just Where He's At - long distance text with Dick Grayson - Dick x reader

💫Other💫

⭐ chatting about Dick Grayson

🟣 Duke Thomas Dividers

[theobservatory]

. ݁ ‧˚ ⋅ explore the cosmos ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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　. 　　　　.　　　　.　　✦　 　　　　　　₊　　　　JJK　

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　Mystic Messenger　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　

[theobservatory]

Tumblr search so bad I can't find your masterlists pls help

That's bc it's not up yet, but it's basically done, gimme less than an hour and it'll be up i swearsies (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Update: Batfam masterlist

[theobservatory]

Maybe it's just my asks that are glitching out 😩😩 why does it keep deleting my writing 😭😭