good morning, good afternoon, or good night, i am river, i am 24, and i use they/he pronouns. after timtom went down the first time, i crawled back to this hellscape. any lovely person is welcome to be moots. im known for dcu x reader but i’ve expanded to mcu, mha and cod as well :). aside from the those, i enjoy percy jackson, stardew valley, tmnt, taylor swift, star wars, ohshc, and scooby-doo.
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in honor of my 24th birthday being today, i’ve decided to recommend some of my favorite fic writers. this exceptionally short list is by no means the end all of the writers i’ve read and loved, so if i’ve ever liked/reblogged your work, trust i adore it and just the memory of a goldfish :)
my intentions with this list is to only spread love and light. this list includes mooties and people i love, so i’m unsure of the boundaries of everyone with being tagged like this. let me know if you would like me to remove your section :)))
@batwngs
dc - fave work: collapsing hands gently ; j todd x reader
i’m lucky enough to call z a moot of mine, her kind words are consistently an inspiration for me. i always find myself enjoying their work so much it’s insane. they’re really good at setting a scene and pulling into the world of the characters. my beloved jaybird gets often mischaracterized by the fandom and shit, even dc itself, but he’s in good hands with her. <3 you bunches.
@filmcamerasanddice
dc - fave work: ive got you ; j todd x reader
okay so final jaylad rec but i love this fic SO much, jay is such a big ol’ softie here and it’s so endearing to me. sometimes ill say im picky but truly i just want to be taken care of, and this fic feels like a warm hug.
@amaranthinespirit
cod - fave work: simon helping you ; s riley x reader
i adore how elizabeth writes si, and the sweet loving moments that exist in domestic life. i also love love love how she writes scenarios for each cod character, making them precise and fit each character is more difficult than one might think (for me at least, idk about elizabeth).
@angelbabykei
mha - fave work: do your job! ; k. takami x reader
okay so listen a guilty pleasure of mine is any kind of dynamics that are violations of labor laws. i love a happy end massage type thing or in this case, reader is keigo’s doctor while he’s in a rut. this is so far up my ally i can’t even. the writing is gorgeous. and the dirty talk action is immaculate.
@ketamiis
dcu - fave work: shhhh! ; j todd x reader
yeah i’m absolutely feral for this man, don’t know if you could tell. i love me an older jaybird, and him features here is truly phenomenal. “open, ma” yeah, riv’s over and done for.
i would also like to thank @sisterlucifergraphics , @thecutestgrotto and @toxisyddy (if i left anyone out, trust as an oversight and not malicious) nd and and for designing heads and dividers that i use on my fics. yall are the reason my shit is in any way aesthetic and im so deeply grateful for your skills. i simply don’t have an artistic/technogoical bone in my body to do what y’all do.
cw/tags: established relationship, gn! reader, hizashi’s fighting, non graphic
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As a civilian in japan post war, things had died down. You and Hizashi were not-exclusively seeing each other and you were walking towards his house with a spend-a-night bag.
the wind rumbling softly through your clothes, and the sun beating down on your path. you stopped to remove your jacket, folding it over your forearm. You catch a glimpse at your watch. Hizashi’s expecting you in the next ten minutes.
a loud crash makes your head snap up. Present Mic lands in the building above you, he glances down. “Whoa, didn’t see you there. You alright?” You nod as he rises. “Might wanna plug your ears.”
Your hands raise, complying before he goes back into the battle. You should go to his place, or back to yours, or move further away from where he was actively fighting crime. You didn’t. If anything, you moved closer, just to catch a glimpse of Hizashi at work. You considered this for a moment, you were risking your life to get a glimpse of the same ass that you could see at his place later. But this is a Hizashi that feels entirely natural and whole. He’s incredibly good at his job, and this scene made him even more irresistible to you.
Once the villain is down, he reports to the police on the scene before walking back over to you. “Hey, babe, came to see me work?”
”Well, you certainly put on a show, Mic. Can I get a photo?”
”Anything for my fans.” You opened your phone, hitting the camera icon. You raise our arm, and snap a selfie with the pro hero as more fanfare starts to gather around. ”See ya around.”
”See ya.” You say, speaking in a code only meant for the two of you. As you continue the walk to Hizashi’s apartment, you feel a bubble of something unnameable rise in your chest. Rarely have you seen your boyf —Hizashi in action, it was a honor, and slowly you realize that this is the person you want to spend every day of the rest of your life with.
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is this the ending of my endings--featuring d grayson
an: written for this request, sorry it took me almost a year to figure out what i wanted to write. the reader vigilante was hard to figure out, i dont usually do Y/N, but here it felt necessary for what i wanted to write.
cw/tags: amab!reader, masc terms used for reader, reader is a powerless vigilante w swords, reader and dick know each other b/c work, banter/flirty, a lil suggestive, [+] is used as Y/N
synopsis: you and nightwwing are both vigilantes. what will happen when he finally invites you over to his place to spar?
wc: ~600
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you land in a pose, looking up before straightening, chuckling when you see Nightwing. “Hey there.”
“Ah, [+]! Glad you could make it.” He quips, handcuffing an apprehended burglar.
“Aw, did I miss the action?” You scroll towards the fellow vigilante, scanning the area.
Nightwing smirks, nodding. “Look, dude, patrol is done, do you head over to HQ for sparring practice?”
Your hand rests on the hilt on your sword attached to your lift hip. “Sounds like you’re asking me out, sunshine.”
“How do you feel about that?” He steps forward into your space, maintaining eye contact.
“Oh, I didn’t accept.” You grin.
“But you know you want to.” Nightwing starts to lean in a little, and you would have sworn he glanced down at your lips.
Sirens make the two of you pull away.
Nightwing gives his report to the police, before glancing back at you. “Follow me, [+].” You give a crisp nod in acknowledgement, hopping on your bike.
When the two of you arrive at his HQ, you take the underground passage in. You lean forward, swinging your leg over to get off the bike. You look around, noting the minimal decor. “This place is so you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Nightwing chuckles, leading you over to the gym area. There’s a mat on the ground, weights on bars. You grab his hand and he looks at you with mischief in his eyes. “If you wanted to hold hands, [+], all you had to do was ask.”
You judo flip him, him landing on his back on the mat, you hand resting on the center of his chest.
“So it’s like that, then?” Nightwing chuckles.
He side swipes your legs, knocking you over. The wind gets knocked out of you. Unlike a real fight, when Nightwing rises, he allows you to do the same. You disregard your sword, raising your fists. He swings first, you block and the two of you establish a rhythm, knowing each other too well to really have an advantage over the other. Blows are exchanged, blocked or dodged. You land a few blows to his stomach, and he falls back. You pounce onto him, carefully holding your weight above his middle. You draw your knife, holding it close to his throat.
Nightwing lifts his chin, you feel his hand grip your hips. You could be mistaken, but you thought you saw heat flash in his eyes. A spark ran down your spine, the sparring not the only thing making you pant. You feel claustrophobic.
“Careful, don’t want you falling in love with me.” He smirks, flipping you over so he was on top of you, grabbing the knife from your hand. Without looking away from you, he tosses the knife to the side. You're thankful that you're wearing a skin tight suit, he's too hot to be looking at you like that without you getting a boner.
It would be easy to crawl out from underneath him, grab your knife and continue to fight. It would be easy to look away and deny the electricity happening between the two of you. It would be incredibly easy to make believe that you’re not falling in love with hero Nightwing.
But you’re stubborn, and you take the hard way out.
You let Nightwing take the lead, and he leans forward, eyes traveling downward to your lips. You don't look away as he leans in ever so slightly closer. One of his hands lifts, smoothing over your chest and caressing your jaw. Now you are close enough to him for your breaths to mix, your breathing not getting a chance to even out. Nightwing is about to connect his lips to yours, you know, but an alert goes off. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later.” He stands and leaves, the revving of his bike’s engine the only further goodbye.
screaming crying throwing uppp im obsessed with this sm like everything about this feels so dick grayson im running laps in my room as we speakkkkk
im actually so so so in love with the way you write and describe actions throughout this, like every movement feels so precise and intentional which makes sense because these are two vigilantes interacting with one another, but ugh specifically the sparring omggg:
You judo flip him, him landing on his back on the mat, you hand resting on the center of his chest.
“So it’s like that, then?” Nightwing chuckles.
He side swipes your legs, knocking you over. The wind gets knocked out of you. Unlike a real fight, when Nightwing rises, he allows you to do the same. You disregard your sword, raising your fists. He swings first, you block and the two of you establish a rhythm, knowing each other too well to really have an advantage over the other. Blows are exchanged, blocked or dodged. You land a few blows to his stomach, and he falls back. You pounce onto him, carefully holding your weight above his middle. You draw your knife, holding it close to his throat.
like helllooo????? omg the writing in this scene is crazyyy and im just so obsessed with how each movement both the reader and dick make in this sparring session feels like a conversation, the way the reader judo flips dick and then he returns with a leg swipe. like it's the back and forth you'd find in a conversation, and it's just as engaging if not more so with how insanely vivid your details are im so in love!!!!! literally the intimacy of throwing a punch at the person you're heart beats for <3 that's amore babe
but also while the movements are their own form of conversation, the literal lines of dialogue in this are perfect like i can absolutely see these in the comics im so!!!!! u ate with these because while it's sparingly used throughout, especially in the sparring session itself, it comes in as such a great punctuation from all the action, like in the middle of it all we're taking a pause to breathe a little and dick is saying something so stupid and/or in that suave playfully cocky tone that really does leave u wanting more from him ugh ur mind is so big bestie im gonna think about this forever
is this the ending of my endings--featuring d grayson
an: written for this request, sorry it took me almost a year to figure out what i wanted to write. the reader vigilante was hard to figure out, i dont usually do Y/N, but here it felt necessary for what i wanted to write.
cw/tags: amab!reader, masc terms used for reader, reader is a powerless vigilante w swords, reader and dick know each other b/c work, banter/flirty, a lil suggestive, [+] is used as Y/N
synopsis: you and nightwwing are both vigilantes. what will happen when he finally invites you over to his place to spar?
wc: ~600
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you land in a pose, looking up before straightening, chuckling when you see Nightwing. “Hey there.”
“Ah, [+]! Glad you could make it.” He quips, handcuffing an apprehended burglar.
“Aw, did I miss the action?” You scroll towards the fellow vigilante, scanning the area.
Nightwing smirks, nodding. “Look, dude, patrol is done, do you head over to HQ for sparring practice?”
Your hand rests on the hilt on your sword attached to your lift hip. “Sounds like you’re asking me out, sunshine.”
“How do you feel about that?” He steps forward into your space, maintaining eye contact.
“Oh, I didn’t accept.” You grin.
“But you know you want to.” Nightwing starts to lean in a little, and you would have sworn he glanced down at your lips.
Sirens make the two of you pull away.
Nightwing gives his report to the police, before glancing back at you. “Follow me, [+].” You give a crisp nod in acknowledgement, hopping on your bike.
When the two of you arrive at his HQ, you take the underground passage in. You lean forward, swinging your leg over to get off the bike. You look around, noting the minimal decor. “This place is so you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Nightwing chuckles, leading you over to the gym area. There’s a mat on the ground, weights on bars. You grab his hand and he looks at you with mischief in his eyes. “If you wanted to hold hands, [+], all you had to do was ask.”
You judo flip him, him landing on his back on the mat, you hand resting on the center of his chest.
“So it’s like that, then?” Nightwing chuckles.
He side swipes your legs, knocking you over. The wind gets knocked out of you. Unlike a real fight, when Nightwing rises, he allows you to do the same. You disregard your sword, raising your fists. He swings first, you block and the two of you establish a rhythm, knowing each other too well to really have an advantage over the other. Blows are exchanged, blocked or dodged. You land a few blows to his stomach, and he falls back. You pounce onto him, carefully holding your weight above his middle. You draw your knife, holding it close to his throat.
Nightwing lifts his chin, you feel his hand grip your hips. You could be mistaken, but you thought you saw heat flash in his eyes. A spark ran down your spine, the sparring not the only thing making you pant. You feel claustrophobic.
“Careful, don’t want you falling in love with me.” He smirks, flipping you over so he was on top of you, grabbing the knife from your hand. Without looking away from you, he tosses the knife to the side. You're thankful that you're wearing a skin tight suit, he's too hot to be looking at you like that without you getting a boner.
It would be easy to crawl out from underneath him, grab your knife and continue to fight. It would be easy to look away and deny the electricity happening between the two of you. It would be incredibly easy to make believe that you’re not falling in love with hero Nightwing.
But you’re stubborn, and you take the hard way out.
You let Nightwing take the lead, and he leans forward, eyes traveling downward to your lips. You don't look away as he leans in ever so slightly closer. One of his hands lifts, smoothing over your chest and caressing your jaw. Now you are close enough to him for your breaths to mix, your breathing not getting a chance to even out. Nightwing is about to connect his lips to yours, you know, but an alert goes off. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later.” He stands and leaves, the revving of his bike’s engine the only further goodbye.
there is something so fucking insulting about someone complimenting you over your weight loss when the weight loss was not intentional and was, in fact, frightening. like, thanks asshole. I wish having a BMI over 25 was the only thing I had to worry about. I’m glad you apparently believed my body was less than ideal and it is now more pleasing to you after I have been dealing with a flareup of a serious autoimmune disorder for months. I miss being able to enjoy food but I’m so glad you think I look better, apparently.
of course, you can’t say this because in the diet culture infested world that we live in, no one thinks twice about complimenting someone on their visible weight loss. it isn’t meant as a insult, it’s a thoughtless comment. it is unfathomable that someone may have been happier or healthier when they weighed more. and you don’t want to have to recount your personal medical history in graphic detail to explain why losing weight was not good.
‘you’ve lost weight since the last time I saw you’ is a completely neutral observation, it’s an acceptable comment to make in my opinion. automatically complimenting someone on it is so presumptuous and gross.
i genuinely can't fucking deal with the larger internet anymore holy shit what the fuck are you people TALKING about. i am at my limit with this stupid bullshit. who the fuck cares if a man is hired to draw medical diagrams for young girls jesus christ we're pearl clutching about medical illustrations now? next you're gonna tell me male pediatricians shouldn't advise parents on their kids' vulva issues? male surgeons shouldn't be in the room when performing a procedure where a woman's breasts or vulva might be exposed? male researchers shouldn't conduct gynecological medical research? sure. better for men to live in ignorance and NEVER ally themselves with us to expand access to sexual education and reproductive healthcare i fucking guess. Twenty thousand likes. i hate it here KILL ME
THIS is the post that got me my first ever anon hate. i'd like to thank the academy tbh
also not related but can ppl on this post being like "yeah STOP being mean to men!!" pls stop cuz that's not the point of what i was saying 💀 i'm not mad bc someone was mean to a man i'm mad bc feminism is being hijacked by bioessentialist conservative Christian moralist bullshit where the goal seems to be the complete and total segregation of women from men instead of like, the material improvement of women's lives. i don't care if some intsta commenter is mean to men i care that feminism is culturally turning into Nu Conservatism
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the moment i fell for you, part two—featuring k. takami
an: this takes place pre war, so keigo has his full wings :), if only because the author thinks it’s hot. :)
cw/tags: mentions of sex, mild sweating, fuck bodies dynamic, pet names galore (birdie, dove, kei)
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You collapse against his chest, panting hard. Keigo rolls both of your sweaty bodies over, you landing on your back and his full body weight on top of you. You soften, keeping both arms tight around his shoulders. This position is mostly for you— crushing you with his full body weight grounded you, it also allowed him to stretch out his wings (which you are not complaining about, it’s hot).
Your hands in his hair, you feel his breath against your collarbone. “Feel okay?” you’re first to speak in.
“Never better.” Keigo smirks, your bodies disconnecting, he rises, flapping his wings a little to get him off the bed. He then walks over to your dresser.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “What ya doing, Kei?”
“getting fresh sheets for us to sleep in. I also brought a towel warmer for after your shower.”
You take him in for a moment. The naked pro hero in your bedroom, the casual mention of us, him getting you a towel warmer. The two of you had been fuck buddies for years, it was natural that he would start to pick up on some on your habits, you supposed. But this, this was an entirely different experience.
“Hey, I know I have a hot piece of ass, birdie, but do try to be brave and respond.”
Your eyes snap to his. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.” He helps you stand up, and you assist him in stripping and making the bed.
“No worries, dove.” He pauses, blushing. “Hey, I was thinking, after we shower and all that, would you like to go flying with me?” He scratches the back of his neck. He’s nervous, you realize.
“Yes.” You answer, no hesitation. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to ask.
the moment i fell for you, part one—featuring s. aizawa
an: sorry not sorry im obsessed with this man
cw/tags: fluff, mentions of sex, established fwb relationship, alcohol consumption
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shouta was coming over to your place. this is the first time in a while that a boy has come over. you know he’s not a boyfriend, but nevertheless you take the some extra time to ensure the apartment is spotless and you’re a little dressed up.
shouta and you enjoy a movie and you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, complaining about how one of your lightbulbs in the bathroom is flickering. you sigh, not wanting to mess with it while you’re had a guest over.
once you and shouta get done with the “with benefits” part, he’s holding your body against his, disentangled but not letting go. he plants kisses to the back of your neck. You blink, he’s never done that before. shouta was always one for your aftercare: getting you water and snacks and checking in; but this is the first time it has include cuddles.
After a few minutes, you excuse yourself to go pee, not wanting an uti, jumpscared again by the flickering light. When you return, Shouta has changed the sheets and clothes, and was lounging in your bed, like he belonged in it, on his phone. He hears you re-enter and perks up. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” You blush, retying your hair up. “How about you?”
”Pretty alright.” He holds out his arm, a gesture to come in. “Here, I was gonna order us food.”
”God, you’re amazing.” You smile, not wanting to cook.
”I know.” The two of you scroll through delivery options, and once it appears at your doorstep. Shouta dishes it up and eats it with you. He takes care of cleanup, loading up the dishwasher and bagging up the trash for trash valet to take that night. He washes his hands, walking back towards you and kissing the top of your head with the ease of a bad habit. “I’m heading home. Can I come by tomorrow?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, standing up and hugging him good bye.
The next time you see Shouta Aizawa, he was walking into your apartment, grocery bag in hand. You sit up from the place on the couch. “Hey, Sho.”
”Hi.” He reaches into the bag and pulls out a lightbulb. “I got a replacement for the one in the bathroom.”
You tilt your head, peering up at him. For a moment, you considered his actions, and you decided that his intention was selfless. True, he was a pro hero, but your heart wasn’t so easy to trust and it was he that first proposed the limits in your relationship. and yet you both had blurred so many lines. This gesture made you feel seen and was very domestic in nature. “Thank you.” You follow him to your bathroom, watching him change out the lightbulb. You sip from the glass of wine, and for a moment this feels like a real relationship, this feels like something a boyfriend would do.
”So, I was thinking.” Shouta starts, tossing the old lightbulb and packaging for the new one in the small trash can by the sink. “I want to be exclusive. I’m putting it on the table that I’m ready to be, whenever you are.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You want to be a boyfriend?”
“Just yours.” Shouta amends.
“I’ll consider it.” You say coyly, you lift your wine glass for another sip.
“You let me know.” He smiles softly, knowing that the answer in both of your hearts is yes. Rather than speaking, he seals his commitment to you with a kiss.
an: first time posting in so long i’m so sorry. i give you a humble drabble of shouta to see how interested we are in him. i j finished mha for the first time, lmk if i could fix some characterization
cw/tags: afab!reader, mentions of ovulating, suggestive, shouta’s a menace, pet names (honey, sweet girl)
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shouta aizawa should have known better than to tie his hair up, you were ovulating
the two of you were hanging out in the kitchen, you spitting at the table and shouta pushing a wooden spatula around a pan. he pauses for a moment, pulling a hair tie from his wrist and scooping back his long hair into a messy bun.
a flash of heat ran down your spine, you crossed your legs, leaning back and observing him closely. you watched his back and shoulder muscles move under his tank top. completely lost in thought, you miss the first time shouta spoke, making him call you again. “Hey, honey?”
Your eyes snapped to his, a blush involuntarily heating up your cheeks. “Sorry, what’s up?”
”What are you thinking about, sweet girl?” He tilts his head, mischief dancing across his smile. he knew exactly what the answer was.
“n-nothing.”
”Nothing? hmm.” shouta reaches over and flicks the burner to a simmer. Your eyes trace down his arm. He approaches, kneeling in front of you. “We have a few minutes while that simmers, and I’ve always been a fan of eating dessert first.”
if i could never give you peace, part three—featuring d grayson
an: this literally came to me in a dream, ask to be put on a tag list!
synopsis: getting a moment of peace along the chaos with dick
wc: ~555
cw/tags: a touch of angst/what if i lose you, pet names galore (sugar plum, angel baby, sweetheart, dickie, luvie, my love, honey bun/honey bunch, sunshine)
part two | masterlist
you lean your chin on your hands, your elbows planting on your knees. sitting on the couch, you have an excellent view of dick pulling on his nightwing suit. you’re staring, just a little, but it’s allowed. dick relishes the attention, and, not to mention that the two of you had been dating for over a year.
dick’s cocky grin only grows as his head tilts, “you like what you see, sugar plum?”
“mhmm.” you chuckle. the two of you do this routine almost every day. you work as a night nurse so your sleep schedules were aligned from the jump. the two of you got ready together, you in scrubs, and him in his suits, and departed within minutes of each other. dick had been packing your lunch which set him a little behind in getting ready. hence your little show tonight.
once he’s dressed, you rise and cross to him, effortlessly tangling your arms around his neck, falling into each other like pieces into place. his hands round your waist, dragging you ever so slightly closer. you maintain enough distance to fully take in his face. this is your routine just as much as getting ready is, you stare at him like its the last time you might.
because that treadful day might soon come. and you know that the last time you see him, you want it to be like this. blissful in your sacred apartment, looking at you with light and life in his eyes. his hero work scares the crap out of you sometimes. but it’s his calling, his life’s work. like nursing was for you. you can’t deny him his work, and he can’t deny you yours.
dick tilts his head, playful grin on display. this close, you’re almost certain, you see concern flicker in his eyes. “what’s on your mind, honey bun?” you sigh, shaking your head as if you can simply shake off your train of thought. “my love, come on, tell me.” dick prods you again.
“i want my last look at you to be like this. i see people decay on life support, but if the only thing keeping you surviving is a machine, youre not alive. you can’t be here with me.”
dick softens, kissing the tears on your cheeks away. “oh sweetheart. you’re not losing me anytime soon.”
“you don’t know that, dickie.” you whisper.
“i do. honey bunch, you have to believe me.” his hands move to cup your face, ensuring your gaze is locked onto his. “take a breath with me.” he guides you through a deep breath before he continues. “luvie, nothing is going to take me away, not while im a hero. bludhaven loves her heroes and she protects me.”
you nod, taking another deep breath, leaning your forehead against his. “i believe you. i love you, sunshine.”
“i love you more, angel baby.” dick seals a kiss over your lips, pressing his words like a vow into you. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms clinging to your waist. he hauls you up into the air, eliciting giggles from you. with you feeling settled and your feet on the ground. dick kisses you once more (okay, closer to three more times) and departs. a cheeky grin on his lips. love and light in his heart and eyes.
Okay okay okay wait hang on I'm absolutely UNDONE by the line "Bludhaven loves her heroes, and she protects me". Fucking shot me out back in the heart oh my gosh I love ittttt
Also, also- hang on, hear me out-
The cities being named after goddesses AU?? I'm adding this to my D&D AU notes, oh my gosh-
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hello my lovelies, i wanted to give you guys an update as to what i am writing presently. my writing is pretty chaotic and i tend to flip back and forth between multiple things; so this is a much to help me keep track (so i'm not accidentally repeating ideas) and to give y'all an idea on what's coming!
*-want a beta reader for!
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batboys drabbles:
our boys in various medical (nsfw) situations, inspired by clau wanting more work like this, bruce | dick | jason
okay sooooo work has been nuts so i have not done much work on my wips. im pushing back the pornstar!au fic again because i keep underestimating how much work that needs. im completely rewriting the others because the ideas i originally had no longer work in the way that i want. requests are open presently, any new ideas to get me out of this funk would be great!
