For the honesty thing, share a wip? Only if youre comfy an have something ready to go? Love to know what gems you have in the works 🩷
I'm feeling generous, so have 2! 🩷
Say His Name [Part 2] Tim Drake/Reader
Tim had always told himself that fucking his fans was not a thing for him. Not a kink. Bernard was different, he just had so much passion. He would have been into him regardless of whatever he was fixated on.
Then you happened.
Ever since he’s been telling himself that it was coincidence, not causation. And again, he liked you before he found out you’d spent your formative years kissing cut outs of him. Well, he doesn’t know that part for sure, but he liked to imagine it. Point being, your crush on his secret identity
But as he found himself plotting ways to naturally bump into you as Tim Drake-Wayne, it was becoming increasingly harder to deny.
The rest of this is still in the skeletal phase, so it probably wont be published for a lil while.
I don't fall, I fly [Never left the circus AU] Dick Grayson/Reader
If they still allowed animals in the circus, Dick would be locked up with the dogs. Not necessarily because he behaved like one, but because, when it came to girls like you he turned into a bloodhound. He could sniff you out a mile away and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d sunk his teeth in.
Haly would wring his neck if he found out he’d gone off job again, but then again Haly knew Dick was prone to getting distracted chasing skirts, and he still sent him out into the public to hand out leaflets. So, when you think about it, Haly is really to blame. Besides, Dick had clocked you from a block away and you were just begging for him, who was he to deny the needs of a pretty thing like you? It’s just the way the game works, certainly not his fault.
You on the other hand, had not seen him coming. It’s lunch time in the city and the streets are packed, as per, and as a born and breed Gothamite you know how to circumnavigate through the crowds like the back of your hand. You’re not even thinking about the swarms of people, the only thing on your mind is what you’re gonna order once you reach Mimic Coffee Bar. So, when all 6ft of lean muscle comes out of nowhere and steps directly into your path you’re not expecting it. You rush to tread around him, but he follows, completely disobeying the rules of the sidewalk and causing you to stumble. Fortunately, he was fast enough to catch you before you hit the ground. Unfortunately, he’s dropped the many flyers he’d been holding in the process.
Blood boiling, you make to snap at him for being a human roadblock, only to clichély be stifled by the sight of him. From above you, his frame is highlighted by the grayish sunlight that just barely seeps out from the cloudy Gotham sky. He has deep, soft blue eyes that contrast with his strong jawline and boyish dimples highlighted by a smile that has you awestruck. At least he’s a handsome human roadblock. “Falling for me already?”
This is at 2000 words already, with a long way to go. Haven't decided if I want to release it in parts or wait until it's completey done and drop it all at once.
