would any of u mind if i moved blogs? bc having to log back in and out is kinda tedious :(( i will still keep this up though, just under a different name possibly? or maybe rebrand entirely as well. how does that sound?
my main currently is @shittykawaa and interactions will likely come from there from now on :)
poetry / prose writers: james baldwin, hanya yanagihara, toni morrison, ocean vuong, june jordan, chen chen, kate dicamillo, danez smith, helen oyeyemi, amiri baraka, virginia woolf, yah yah scholfield, warsan shire, franny choi, frank o’hara
fic writers: @shattersstar @arkhxmknight @krysalla @prettylittlebrownskingyal @ereawrites @seoafin @flying-nightwing @brklynrogers @hoalacvu @graysonsdarling @dcuniverse-fanatic @starxfires @midsommur @whirlybirbs + the many other writers I have yet to discover :)
omg i am SO sorry for disappearing!! this is just a sideblog and im never logged into this account anymore so it’s been on the back of my mind for a while. i can try to work on requests but my mind is cluttered with school rn
oh i just realized i had my asks turned off!! i’m so sorry lmao i forget to turn them on! this explains why my requests came in through comments haha. they’re on now for anyone who’d like to request!!
notes: this is my first time writing for dick! sorry if he’s a little (or a lot) ooc. i adore him so much, so i thought i’d start writing for him. as always, feedback is appreciated!
word count: 1.7k
warnings: none
An agonizingly long mission had taken up the majority of the day. Everyone was exhausted out of their minds and had decided to call it a day as soon as they made it back. But you were still up, foot tapping the tile of the dimly lit kitchen with a small ice cream cake in front of you. A pack of candles, which were purchased before you realized they’d make the cake melt even quicker than it was already, had been lazily tossed on the counter beside it. You had snuck away from the others after the mission, running to the first store that was still open this late, purchasing one of the only cakes they had left.
Your arms laid crossed on the cool counter as a sigh left your lips. “Happy birthday to the loneliest Young Justice member,” you muttered, spoon going in to cut the confection.
love how you start off with a ton of details, and how these details set the mood and tone of the story! your word choice in this paragraph also helps in that–how the mission was agonizing, how the candles were lazily tossed–it shows so vividly how the reader is feeling without actually saying what they’re feeling.
I just love how you built all this tone and mood up for it to break free when dick enters the room. there’s an obvious shift and uGh we love it!!! it’s surprising for the reader to hear his voice and break that loneliness that the reader was absorbed in. I also liked how you didn’t tell us who it was that asked, I liked that we had to guess before you told us in the next paragraph. making your audience work for the ending, the events that immediately follow, is honestly what makes good writing (and films), giving us everything at once doesn’t give us, as your audience, a reason to keep going. but by keeping the identity of the “low voice” from us it kept us wanting more, wanting to know more.
and that seamless transition from scene to summary then back to scene??? it was so good omg and it tied in so nicely with everything too! you didn’t give any unneeded info, it was all relevant and helped in explaining the reader’s reactions and thoughts and I also love the the reader has this admiration for dick. plus the line “But Dick’s blue eyes pulled you in like ocean waves” lovely beautiful amazing iconic we love ocean imagery in this house!! I think it’s hilarious that despite wearing sunglasses indoors (and at night) that everyone still knows his name and like who he is
the dialogue that followed was also really nice! it felt natural and held a lot of characterization in them, like that words they spoke matched their actions and such. I think you could have broken the paragraph of the reader’s dialogue up so that the tag would be at the start of the sentence rather than the actual dialogue. It’s always nice to pepper in some variety!
I love that you gave the two an honest and sweet child-like moment! like yes!! let them eat a whole ice cream cake together and suffer through brain freezes! it’s cute that they get to do this together too, they’re not suffering through this sort of pain alone, and it’s like a nice reminder to both of them that these moments of joy (birthdays) and pain (injuries or brain freezes) should’nt be solitary.
im really here for the paragraph that describes dick though, it’s very much packed with the emotion and love that the reader is feeling, the way you wrote it is evident of that. this whole scene just felt like honey, it was slow and sweet the entire time. it also felt like a dream in that sense, and you could feel the reader’s love and their feelings. and then into the next morning, you can feel their panic over dick carrying them to their bed. like the way you make the emotion so clear and how it affects the overall pacing of the moment is genius and amazing! it elevates the scene and creates this intense emotional presence.
but I gotta talk about the kiss!!!! god I love how you wrote it, im obsessed with the anticipation that you created before the actual kiss too. most well written kiss scenes really are just anticipating anyway! I also love that it’s the reader that hears the gears in dick’s mind, that they’re well aware of his presence next to them, well aware of his hesitation in all this too. even with their eyes closed, they just Know. and I love that you describe the reader’s feelings after the kiss too! like yes I love that we’re getting both sides of it!!!!!
overall this piece was honestly so fucking cute like I loved the amount of detail you put into this and the dialogue/interactions between the reader and dick like it was so natural and easy and light-natured! I think, however, my favorite part about all of this was the voice you put here as a writer, like it’s so clear and consistent throughout and it amplifies the reader as a character in this. your use of words and choices in regard to framing the story and such just makes so much sense for the pov, it tells so much about the reader and their feelings. it also takes us on an emotional trip with the reader, which I loved!!! everything here was just amazing and adorable!!!!
ah your analyses always put such a huge smile on my face! i love to hear what readers notice about my works and how they interpret it. it’s so cool to see another perspective because i don’t really think much about the way i write. i’m more of just “if it sounds good, then let’s go with it”. thank you so much for reading!!
i am working on requests! it’s just turned out a lot slower than expected. it seems as though my writing high has kinda declined in the last couple of days, but i’m trying! there are just so many ways to write them and i’ve always had trouble with decisions. i also rewrote dizzying kisses bc i wanted to make it better, so if you’d like to read it, it’s on ao3!! click here
i only write for dick grayson, but may expand in the future
i don’t write smut, pregnancy, marriage, or self harm. i do write about anxiety, depression, and ocd (though not often)
if you aren’t sure if i’ll write your request, please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or message! it never hurts to ask, and i don’t bite i promise!
please don’t expect me to write your request! i’m not always free to write and often go into writer’s block. sometimes, requests don’t inspire me. i am really sorry if your request doesn’t get written!
notes: i really didn’t know what to name this lol. i’m trying a different writing style right now, so i hope you like it! also i really, really love dick grayson. i think i’ll have my shorter works in lowercase (that is my regular style) and my longer ones with normal capitalization. as always, feedback is appreciated!
word count: 0.2k
warnings: none
there’s something about the way he kisses you that is dizzying. his lips mold to hug yours perfectly, like putty taking shape to an object. dick’s kisses are sugary sweet and addictive. they leave you in a daze, chest pounding, and begging for more. you wonder if he feels it too, if your kiss affects him in the same way his does to you. you assume they do because he looks just as breathless as you do, and starved. you want more of him, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell you he needs you too.
“i love you.”
the words leave his mouth so suddenly, making you doubt if you had heard him correctly. your lips are agape, eyes wide. your heart feels like it’s about to explode. he says it again and there’s nothing hesitant about it. he says it with utter confidence and assurance. you hate yourself for not saying anything and leaving him hanging, but the words were caught in your throat and your mind was going a mile a minute.
your silence doesn’t concern him. he knows you feel the same way and he caught you by surprise. he just wanted you to know. “you don’t have to say it back, it’s-“
“i love you too.”
he grins widely and pulls you closer. he can smell the warm scent of your perfume as his head falls into the crook of your neck. it steadies his racing heartbeat and pulls him closer to sleep. the corners of you lips quirk up as you’re lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his heartbeat.
this is literally written so beautifully I’m FLOORED. I love your use of language here, it feels and reads almost like a prose poem. literally the metaphors and similes you packed in here are just amazing!! I like that you don’t shy away from literally showing us what is happening and how the reader is feeling. you also blend scene and summary really well together like it’s so effortless; I know this is a short piece so it’s really hard to have major scenes and summary transitions, but in the 3rd paragraph, where you just say “he says it again and there’s nothing hesitant about it”, you didn’t have to slow down for us to see it happen. even though we glossed over this, we’re still able to know the impact it has.
the last paragraph sort of steers away from the reader pov you established throughout. we get to see a lot of dick’s physical reactions, but now we’re introduced to his pov as we can now know his thoughts and how things are perceived by him (“he can smell the warm scent of your perfume” / “it steadies his racing heartbeat”). this is kind of a jarring switch since we were with the reader and their thoughts for majority of this piece, what is the reader thinking in this moment? how did the words “I love you too” feel it fell from their lips and into the open air like water from the sky? how did they perceive dick’s reactions to their words? we’ve been seeing the world, these movements and actions, happen from the reader’s side so it breaks our suspension of disbelief to suddenly be shifted to someone else’s pov and thoughts.
but I do love that we’re close to the reader, we’re able to see everything and take note of dick and how his touch feels. I love that sm I think though it would be really cool to incorporate more sensory images. I love that you throw in scent at the end and you focus a lot on sight, but what about taste, sound, touch. especially with the dialogue, how did it sound when dick said it? how did the reader hear it? I know you did write in touch here, but I think it would be really cool to expand on that; it’ll help in creating a strong and concrete image in our minds as well as keep us close to the reader’s pov and thoughts.
this is also a random thought but I really love that you isolated the “I love you”s here, it really emphasizes how major this is for the reader to hear and to say. I just am in love with the unrestrained love that’s going on here, like yea the reader was a little hesitant, but saying “I love you” was freeing to them and something that was big. this was really cute to read, I really liked it!!
omg thank you sm dear!! i’ve never gotten this kind of feedback before and this honestly put a huge smile on my face! i literally wrote this piece at like 4/5 am and didn’t think too much about it like i normally do with my fics. i was really tired at the time, but had just read some amazing fics on ao3 and was extremely inspired to write something!
i’ve kinda always lacked some of the senses and will take that into account in my current wip! i’m honestly so glad that you enjoyed my writing and i love getting feedback. i may rewrite it a bit just to see what i could’ve done with it. it’s such a short piece, so i didn’t think much of it other than it was cute. thank you for the feedback, it’s much appreciated!!
notes: i really didn’t know what to name this lol. i’m trying a different writing style right now, so i hope you like it! also i really, really love dick grayson. i think i’ll have my shorter works in lowercase (that is my regular style) and my longer ones with normal capitalization. as always, feedback is appreciated!
word count: 0.2k
warnings: none
there’s something about the way he kisses you that is dizzying. his lips mold to hug yours perfectly, like putty taking shape to an object. dick’s kisses are sugary sweet and addictive. they leave you in a daze, chest pounding, and begging for more. you wonder if he feels it too, if your kiss affects him in the same way his does to you. you assume they do because he looks just as breathless as you do, and starved. you want more of him, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell you he needs you too.
“i love you.”
the words leave his mouth so suddenly, making you doubt if you had heard him correctly. your lips are agape, eyes wide. your heart feels like it’s about to explode. he says it again and there’s nothing hesitant about it. he says it with utter confidence and assurance. you hate yourself for not saying anything and leaving him hanging, but the words were caught in your throat and your mind was going a mile a minute.
your silence doesn’t concern him. he knows you feel the same way and he caught you by surprise. he just wanted you to know. “you don’t have to say it back, it’s-“
“i love you too.”
he grins widely and pulls you closer. he can smell the warm scent of your perfume as his head falls into the crook of your neck. it steadies his racing heartbeat and pulls him closer to sleep. the corners of your lips quirk up as you’re lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his heartbeat.
notes: this is my first time writing for dick! sorry if he’s a little (or a lot) ooc. i adore him so much, so i thought i’d start writing for him. as always, feedback is appreciated!
word count: 1.7k
warnings: none
An agonizingly long mission had taken up the majority of the day. Everyone was exhausted out of their minds and had decided to call it a day as soon as they made it back. But you were still up, foot tapping the tile of the dimly lit kitchen with a small ice cream cake in front of you. A pack of candles, which were purchased before you realized they’d make the cake melt even quicker than it was already, had been lazily tossed on the counter beside it. You had snuck away from the others after the mission, running to the first store that was still open this late, purchasing one of the only cakes they had left.
Your arms laid crossed on the cool counter as a sigh left your lips. “Happy birthday to the loneliest Young Justice member,” you muttered, spoon going in to cut the confection.
“What are you doing up so late?” asked a low voice, making your head snap to the direction it came from.
“Dick?” you breathed as your eyes made out his form, trying to regain control of your quickening heartbeat. It was always hard to keep steady whenever Dick was around. One look from him made butterflies fill your stomach. Even when he always wore those stupid sunglasses, you still could feel his gaze. You gave him a once over. “I could ask you the same.”
You had been an admirer of Robin since his early days of staking out on rooftops with Batman, and began to develop a slight crush on the Boy Wonder after the two of you became a part of Young Justice. His constant flirting and banter with you didn’t help the small ache in your heart you’d get from seeing him. You always wrote off his passes at you because he was like that with almost everyone he met. It was all a part of his charm as the son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. But Dick’s blue eyes pulled you in like ocean waves. It didn’t take much for you to lose your footing and get pulled from shore.
“It’s your birthday?” he questioned, ignoring what you had said. Dick frowned when you nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well we were kind of trying not to die, y’know?” you shrugged. “Not something you just bring up while you’re dodging punches. Hey Robin, I know we’re in a life or death situation right now, but hey! It’s my birthday! Yeah, a little distracting, don’t you think?” You purse your lips, looking down at the cake. “And I'm not really one for parties, especially if the attention is on me. Everyone was tired anyway, and they deserve some rest. As do you.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be spending your birthday alone,” he said, walking over to you.
“I didn’t. I was with you all.”
“Fighting criminals,” he deadpanned. “Doesn’t sound like the best thing to do on your birthday to me.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now help me eat this cake before it melts.”
He smiled, gratefully accepting the spoon you offered. The both of you quickly regretted digging in so fast, because before you knew it, your head and teeth began to ache like hell. Being superheroes and all, you and Dick have endured much worse pain, but pain was still pain.
You groaned, keeping the ice cream on your tongue to let it melt. “Shit- brain freeze.”
Dick winced as he finished his piece. You looked at each other and began giggling hysterically. Simultaneously sharing a brain freeze wasn’t all that funny, but a chorus of laughter began filling the room anyway. The two of you quickly forgot the others were still very much asleep, all too wrapped up in each other’s company. Your fit of giggles soon died down and you hoped you hadn’t woken anyone up. Most of them were heavy sleepers anyway.
“Maybe we shouldn’t eat so much at once?”
“Good idea.”
You soon fell into easy conversation and moved over the couch. The ice cream cake was eagerly devoured, in a normal fashion this time to prevent any further aches. The silverware had been long forgotten on the table as you traded childhood memories, hopes and desires, and basked in the presence of one another. There was something about Dick that made you feel safe. Nothing but him seemed to matter and all of your worries vanished in an instant when he’d flash you that smile of his, blindingly bright and oozing with charm.
It was so easy to fall for Dick Grayson.
There was a glimmer of hope that would fill you sometimes. A small wish that maybe he felt the same way about you. You noticed how his gaze would linger on you for that tiny moment longer, or when he’d smile at you lopsidedly in a way that was different from anyone else. The way that he was gazing at you now made your stomach swirl. He had pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. His face was slightly flushed and his eyes were tired, but the warmth you felt from them was all the same. Dick wore a boyish grin. The distance between you was small, smaller than you recalled it being. You don’t remember moving closer to him. Or did he get closer to you?
A small smile tugged the corner of your lips. They were slightly chapped from when you licked the excess ice cream off of them earlier in the night. The room was silent, but there was something peaceful about the silence. Eventually, the exhaustion caught up with you. A soft yawn left your lips as your head gently laid on Dick’s shoulder. The soft material of his t-shirt coaxing you to sleep.
“Happy belated birthday, angel,” Dick whispered to your sleeping form, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.
The sunlight shined brightly on your face, forcing you awake. You rolled over to escape its beams, pulling the covers closer to your body when a thought hit you. You don’t remember falling asleep on your bed. How did you get there? Your eyes shot open, a muffled groan escaping your lips as you realized that Dick must’ve carried you. You kept your face hidden in your pillow, praying to God you didn’t say anything in your sleep. Who knows what came out of your mouth, drowsy and most importantly, unfiltered.
A few minutes went by before you slumped up reluctantly, realizing you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. You rubbed your tired eyes and slowly pushed the warm blanket off of you. The cool air nipped at your skin, making you shiver. You scurried over to your dresser to grab a sweatshirt, and quickly pulled it over your head. You glanced at the clock before gazing at your reflection, taking in your eyebags and dull skin. You sighed, rubbing your face and began to brush out the knots in your hair.
The groaning of your stomach made you realize how hungry you were and you slipped out of your room to make breakfast. You were in need of caffeine as well. You didn’t run into anyone as you quietly walked to the kitchen. You figured everyone was still asleep. That or they had gone out early. But when you made it into the kitchen, you found someone.
“Good morning,” chirped Dick. “Made some breakfast. You want some?”
“Cereal?” you questioned, eyeing the bright green box of Apple Jacks in his hand. “Since when does that qualify as ‘Making breakfast’?”
“Oh shush,” he said sheepishly, running his fingers through his dark hair.
You walked over to the refrigerator to grab eggs, but it was empty. You sighed, hoping that someone will remember to get them if you don’t. After grabbing a bowl and spoon from a cabinet, you took your seat on a stool. You grabbed the box of cereal and poured it in along with your milk. “So...”
“Hm?”
“Did we go to my room last night?”
“Oh.” Dick laughed, his cheeks beginning to turn rosy when remembering the way you unconsciously wrapped yourself around him. “No, I carried you to your room after you fell asleep. I didn’t want to leave you on the couch.”
“Thanks,” you said, chewing another spoonful of cereal. “Also… I didn't get to thank you for last night. I'm glad that it was you I got to spend my birthday with.”
Dick placed his hand over his heart for dramatic flare. “I’m honored.”
You snorted. “Shut up, you dork. I’m trying to have a nice moment with you.”
He simply smiled and gazed at you with an emotion you could only describe as adoration. “I’m glad that it was me who you got to spend your birthday with.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I have a present for you.”
“Really? You didn’t have to.”
“Just close your eyes.”
“That’s a bit ominous, I’m not sure if I want to-“
“Y/N.”
“Okay, okay.”
You closed your eyes in anticipation, wondering what he could’ve gotten you only a mere eight hours after learning it was your birthday. You felt Dick get closer to you until you could feel the warmth of his breath. His nose brushed against yours and his lips hovered over your own. You could almost hear the gears in his head grind before finally deciding to close the distance between you. Dick’s lips are chapped, but they’re still soft like you thought they’d be. You’d be a liar if you said you’ve never imagined kissing him before.
He pulled away and you instantly missed the feeling of his touch. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed from the action. There was doubt in your mind. You still weren’t sure if that had really happened. Maybe you would wake up again and realize that it was all in your head. But you were still here with Dick looking at you with love.
“I have to admit,” you whispered breathlessly, “that was the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Can I have another? Maybe a really early one for next year?”
He laughed. “How about you can have as many as you like whenever you want?”
“Deal,” you said, eagerly pressing your lips against his.
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