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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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like. you're telling me mr 'your accent gets thicker when you're pissed it's...cute' doesn't get off on riling you up on purpose???? get outta here!!!!!
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luvrodite · 6 months ago
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people who leave detailed thoughtful comments on fics deserve to go to heaven u deserve sainthood truly
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luvrodite · 17 days ago
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ok wait i need to say something about the dick grayson thought i've been turning over in my head for a bit.
i unfortunately do like readers that are a bit tragic and don't get a happy ending. it's like poking at a bruise idk it's cathartic in its own way. anyway. i know the age difference between dick and jason isn't really that big but i think it's big enough for this to work?
anyway i'm thinking about the relationship you have with dick when he moves out of the manor. you guys fuck, sure, and sometimes you go out, but you're not his girlfriend. not really. it's casual, except it isn't at the same time because dick comes with a plethora of his own issues and for some reason you can't quite fathom, he's decided you're the only one that gets to see that side of him.
you see him like nobody else does. you get the good, the bad and the ugly. you hold him through his nightmares. you brush his hair back from his forehead when he stares at his phone a little too long. you come by when it's been a few weeks and you haven't heard from him.
somehow you kind of end up playing intermediary between him and the kid brother his dad/guardian/mentor/older brother picked up along the way. jason is sweet. and you can tell he longs for a relationship with dick but he's got so much going on. it doesn't matter. jason takes what he can get.
you wonder when you started getting involved in your hookups' lives. but then it feels reductive to call it that. what the two of you have spans beyond that. it's so much more than that. dick touches the lives of all that he meets and you aren't special for it, but you feel it. maybe to the others he knows, in their weird, dysfunctional world, it's normal.
but you're a regular citizen. you go to work. you come home and do the dishes. you cook, you clean, you curse out your landlord when he puts off fixing the heating for the nth time. dysfunctional relationships are alien to you – the weight of all dick gives you, it has to mean something. fuck the forehead kisses, it stopped being casual when he held your hand through a doctor's visit and the fibers in your pillowcase swallowed his tears after a run in with bruce.
you play intermediary. jason sees more and more of you than you think he should, but he doesn't complain. you even grow used to the little bugger. you don't have much in the way of your own family, and he becomes something like the kid brother you never had. you grow used to the inappropriate humour that shocked you the first time it came out of his mouth, blue eyes shining up at you mischievously.
his height gives off the impression he's more youthful than he is and sometimes you end up babying him a little more for it. sometimes, he lets you. you brush a hand over his curls like you do his brother and keep a hand on his shoulder when you go to the corner store. you tell him to pick out whatever he wants, and that it's on you. he looks up at you like you got him the moon when you toss him a copy of his favourite book after a while of not seeing him – yours is all beat up, kid, pretty soon you won't be able to read it anymore.
you don't know how to deal with it when he dies, not long after you and dick break things off.
15. only a baby.
it's violent. you get the news from the papers and the picture of the blast zone makes you stop breathing. dick doesn't pick up the phone – why would he? and you're not even sure if you're allowed to reach out.
the last you'd heard, he'd been pretty cosied up with a new co-worker of some sort. red hair, pretty eyes. more than you'd ever gotten from him. sure, you'd known dick – you knew him. you were the closest he'd ever been to anyone, but it had simply been because there was nothing to lose with you.
you hold his grief, hold his heart in your hands, but you are nobody and you will not ask for more because he sleeps in your bed and sometimes, he holds your hand in public when you're walking through a crowded street. you guys have good days and it's something.
but he’ll is not yours – will never be yours, not fully, not like he belongs to bruce and gotham and the titans and his team. you’re a girl who he comes to because you’re safe.
but his brother dies and he's gone and you're left with not only the heartbreak of losing something never named, but the grief of a real tangible friendship, the death of a brother.
you are nobody and nothing – you're not the one that gets the guy and you are not the one that gets to mourn. you see him at his lowest and love him at his worst but he is not yours, and neither is the little boy that dies much too young, alone and scared.
you fall between the cracks. nobody stops to think about the girl who'd sometimes been mentioned in passing at the dinner table, on the rare occasion dick ventured back home to the manor. how can they? not when bruce is driven near mad with grief, not when dick is god knows where and it's all that alfred pennyworth can do to keep his charge and himself together.
i don't know. i just think about how it takes you months to muster up the energy and courage to visit your friend's grave – because jason was your friend, too. the baby brother you'd never had, a kid you'd felt responsible for, like he was your own. the visit leaves you exhausted and it's of course then, that on your way out, you bump into the second half of your troubles.
dick stares at you like he's seen a ghost and all that happened between you lingers in the air, the weight of it oppressive in the cold winter air. frost in the air, frost clinging to your lashes, heartbreak colouring you blue.
you look at him and think of it – how much you had put up with from him. how dearly you'd loved him. stupid, to catch feelings, but you'd gone ahead and done it. worst of all, he'd known it, too.
there'd been a time, not so long ago, when you would have let him do anything he pleased. lay me down, strike me, hurt me, i will bear it because it is at your hand. and he'd known.
he'd known it was wrong but he was hurting and it’d been easy with you because you didn't ask for more than he’d give but you did hope. and he could see it in your eyes that you hoped he’d give himself wholly over to you but he just wasn't there. perhaps he never would be. and you deserved better but he couldn't let you go. his regret, one amongst many, is that he had not done it sooner. shielded you from more pain at his hand.
once, dick had something of a god to you. now he stands before you and you see him as he is, a mere man. a tired, grief-stricken, man.
the only mercy he grants you now, is to let you walk away.
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luvrodite · 8 months ago
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tag game!! saw this picrew and decided to make one of myself because it’s so cutie :((
no pressure tagging: @teddybeartoji @flowerpotmage @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else who would like to do this!!
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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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thinking about, in the vein of long term bf jason who takes you out, him sneaking a quick handie in before he drops you off at home — 10 on the dot, like your father had specified. and even though you’re (by other standards) probably too old to be having a curfew, he follows it so strictly because he knows he’s got to make nice with the man that’s gonna be his father in law one day (even if neither he or his daughter know it just yet)
but he gets his licks in anyway, leaving dinner just a smidge early, pulling over to slip a hand beneath your waistband and bring you (what about him? well, he’ll come just fine later tonight thinking about the sounds he coaxed out of you) to orgasm before driving you home with the most smug smile on his face, something purring in his chest, satisfied, proud.
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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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imagining him going home and twirling his hair giggling after a long day of pissing you off and driving you insane. you're 5 seconds away from choking him out and he's just like. teehee. she's so hot. you're tearing up pillows and your eyes are twitching and he's about to start skipping on the walk home
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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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unfortunately i do think about jason taking you to the manor for whatever reason and spending the night and folding you like a lawn chair with a hand over your mouth so nobody hears how good he's making you feel
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luvrodite · 9 months ago
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tag game! shuffle your liked songs playlist, and then post the first six! thank you lovely irma @theold-ultraviolence for the tag hehe <3
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no pressure tagging @teddybeartoji @nasa-parker @flowerpotmage @orchidsangel and anyone else!!
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luvrodite · 4 months ago
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jason + bruce, a collection
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east of eden, john steinbeck | muslim girlhood, leila chatti | frankenstein, mary shelley
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luvrodite · 7 months ago
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selfship picrew!! look how cutie this is!!
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no pressure tagging: @fic-over-cannon @teddybeartoji @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else!
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luvrodite · 18 days ago
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on the other hand. blorbos who get pouty and bratty with YOU when they’re jealous. they’re soo prideful about it though they’ll huff and cross their arms and their brows will tug low into a frown but they’ll not breathe a word about how the person talking to you is taking up all your attention — attention which rightfully belongs to them.
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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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can i speak horny thoughts and if i do will you promise to not vilify me
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luvrodite · 8 months ago
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jason loves you in all your varying states. he’s hard to shake, once he’s set on something, and his heart is unwavering when it comes especially to you. you, when you’re spitting mad over the phone. you, when you’ve gone a week without showering because life is hard. you, when you’re sparkling, new and painted in strokes of gold. it’s simple. in every moment, he loves you.
but this, he thinks secretly, this might be a favourite. he likes you like this, sweet after a long, warm soak, smelling of his favourite lotion, your hair perfumed and your skin soft. he likes the baby softness of your back, likes to press his hand flat against it, underneath the fabric of your sleep shirt, and brush his knuckles over where your spine curves and dips. he loves nights like these, when you’ve both changed the bedding and showered after a full day, pulling on fresh clothes. he always ends up pulling his shirt off in the middle of the night, gets too hot otherwise. this you, lips parted and breathing softly, curled up in his arms smelling like his, this you might be his favourite.
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luvrodite · 14 days ago
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haiiiiiiiiii
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luvrodite · 2 months ago
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brain worms at work!!!!! thinking about long term boyfriend jason picking you up for date night
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luvrodite · 8 months ago
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jason who catches you by the scruff of your neck when you start misbehaving i mean who said that
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