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hey hey, i’m alaska! / she, her / 21 i write n reblog jason todd, dick grayson and occasionally drew starkey.

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hii can u do dick and jason with a famous reader!! thank you!!1!

of course sweetness!! I decided to just do dick for this, but I’ll do a pt. 2 jason version ♡

what goes around comes around

dick grayson. f! reader

18+ minors dni

description. There’s no party like one at the Wayne manor but when an old fling catches his eye, dick fails at fighting old habits if it means 5 minutes with you.

warnings. use of alcohol / female reader / nods at a fwb situation/ relationship / jason and tim brief cameo / sexual undertones [a lot of kissing and touching] if you squint / model/famous! reader / jealous! dick / super comedic

super gossip girl inspired

“Can you stop that, you chew like a damn horse” Jason scolded Tim who sat on a stool at the open bar, sandwiched between Jason and Dick, the young boy rolling his eyes but carrying on anyways. 

It was another one of Bruce’s gala’s - the second one to happen within the same month — one of his tactics to get the media off his back, which had all the boys in their best cologne and a pricey suit. Dick per usual was harvesting a whiskey neat. He had a silver ring on his finger as he swirled the contents in glass; then brought it up to his lips where he used his tongue to have the rich liquid move around his mouth. His suit fit well, hair long, dark, and shaggy but layered in all the right places. 

He was watching the crowd and the way the people trickled in one after another, some by the margins and others alone but his eyes wouldn’t stop darting to the entryway almost as if he had been anticipating something. 

The pit in his stomach was settling right when you walked in, your outfit rather flattering; complimenting you well It might have been one of the best outfits that he had seen you in, but it seemed as though he’d always think that regardless of what you put on. 

But wherever you would follow, shortly behind would be paparazzi, cameras flashing nonstop while they would shout your name. You, of course, appeasing the mob; stopping your walking for posing before your bodyguard pushed you forward and held them off. 

Bruce knew what he was doing when he invited you, the perfect distraction — surely the entertainment news would be all over you for the week to come. 

Dick didn’t realize he was biting his tongue until Tim crunched down on some ice, the sound with a heavy crunch making Dick snatch the glass from him.

“Hey! That’s mi—“

“Shut up, how’d you get this anyways?” Dick cut him off, slyly dumping the ice behind the bar counter and placing the glass back on the marble bar counter faced down. 

“Look’s like Bruce invites just anyone these days…” Dick continued, his voice was almost bitter like he was a mixture between envious and judging. 

Jason on the other hand, scrunched up his face at Dick’s response as his body was faced towards the bar waiting for his own drink to drown in. 

“What’s got you all sour, Grayson” Jason questioned, but his question fell flat as Dick was ignoring him and watching the way you approached a group of businessmen. Jason followed his trail of vision seeing you, admiring your beauty as much as Dick did, letting out a huff of air in satisfaction. 

“I’d be sour too not gonna lie” Jason shot back, to which Dick gave him a glare to which his hands went up surrendering, “Hey, I’m just saying if I had to see my ex co-exist at the same party as me…” 

“Can you order me something, this Dickwad tossed my drink” Tim jumped into the conversation trying to change the subject,

“No?!”

“No”

After his rebuttal, he joined the conversation again, “First of all, she’s not my ex I just…” Dick trailed off trying to find the right words

“You pulled a card out of Bruce’s book and got your feelings hurt no biggie..” Jason shrugged, muttering a thank you to the bartender as he picked up his drink and turned to face Dick. 

“Just walk over there and go say hi” Jason suggested, taking a rather large sip of the alcohol in his hand. 

Dick was caught up in his own mind. The two of you functioned like a carousel. He’d walk over. The two of you would talk and then next thing you know, a room big enough for the two — lips smashing against each other and a small moment of bliss that he’d hold onto forever… and then he’d be biting his tongue to not tell you how infatuated and intrigued he was by you. 

“No thanks,” Dick picked up his own glass chugging it. 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I just—“

Dick snapped, his body facing the bar as he commanded another whiskey neat and something sweet (for you). Dropping in the stirrers and picking up the glasses and walking towards you. 

Jason smirked with a smug look on his face as he smiled at the way his brother was speeding across the room.

“You’re an asshole” Tim jarred to which Jason interjected, “If I get you another drink will you shut up”

Meanwhile, Dick moved through crowds of people, slithering behind you and letting out a whistle as he joined the conversation. You on the other hand stopped speaking, turning to face the boy behind you with a smirk on his face. 

“Sorry to— interrupt, mind if I steal her for a second?” Dick asked politely but didn’t wait for a response as he placed the sweet liquid-filled cup into your hand and dragged you back through the crowd of people and to the dance floor with his free hand.

“You know you could have just asked me to dance” you challenged staring as Dick was lost in your appearance. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Dick confessed as his free hand wrapped around your waist bringing the two of you closer to each other.

“I did miss you, you know…I see you in magazines and billboards now — everyone wants you” Dick teased, the two of your faces were rather close, if anyone was watching they would have thought the two of you were already dating or leaning for a kiss. But your bodies are molded together perfectly.

“But I don’t want them” you whispered, bodies slightly swaying to the music

“Well,” Dick Began “What if I’m one of em?” 

“Then I want one of them” 

Dick’s hand at your waist tightened with your statement. 

His head bent down as his lips got close to your ear, “Can we talk actually…like alone” Dick’s voice was low as he pulled away to read your face

“How long do you have?” 

“Like 5 minutes, give or take,  before I have to give a speech”

“I could work with 3”

Dick locked eyes with Jason who was still watching them from the bar as he pulled you away and down the hall of the manor. Reaching the stairs the two of you headed up to his room. Dick turned the knob in and closed it behind you once you were inside. 

Then he went for it, lips latching onto yours as one of his hands rested on your cheek while the other was still at your waist, the kiss going further, as he tasted the coat of gloss on your lips, a faint cherry scent, detaching his lips to now apply smooth kisses to your neck.

“you know…I really like you” Dick puffed out in between kisses which only made you grip at his hair harder.

“I couldn’t tell the way you acted like your phone didn’t work” you muttered, 

“I didn’t know you had my number saved,”

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” 

Your comment made Dick lean back in for another deeper kiss; this time moving you away from the wall and to the bed, where Dick sat on the bed, pulling you into him.

“I may not have reached out, but I’ve been watching you” Dick confessed as his hand stroked your cheek. You paused, eye to eye with the man in front of you as his cheeks now were rather flushed and lips puffy and pink from the lipgloss you were wearing. His hand gripped at your thigh awaiting a response, while yours was brushing hair gently out of his face. But right as you prepared to speak, a heavy knock came to the door. 

“Master Dick, Bruce is looking for you; your speech is in 2 minutes he’d like to have a word”

“Shit” Dick complained, as he got up from the bed adjusting the fit of his suit and his hair in the mirror.

Dick leaned back into you on the bed giving a long kiss to your lips followed by your cheeks and a last one on your jaw.

“5 minutes?”

“Four now”

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wildflower

jason todd. f! reader

description. harboring in the loss of your late boyfriend jason, his brother is tasked with protecting you, but he begins to think he crossed the line when the late robin is back from the dead and he already sacrificed much.

warnings. death / grief / funeral / super angsty / violence / fighting [gotham combat] / slight substance use / slightly au-ish [dick attends jasons funeral] / this is so ouch like tear inducing / pre-death to redhood! jason / platonic! dick and reader relationship /

based on wildflower by billie. adjusted to fit the story / blue lyrics match dick, red lyrics match jason and their thoughts

she was your girl, you showed her the world

things had been perfect. Perfect as assuming there were hardly any flaws or cracks surrounding the surface, so you would say that the relationship you shared with Jason was perfect. Who was to argue over movie nights, and watch the Gotham City sky-line off the rooftop under the grey illumination of the moon. Blissful kisses and dinner at the Wayne’s. 

But what you were unaware of, was the costume that was making him sick; from the inside out. Yellow cape behind him waving in the wind almost like a warning and a sign for him to slow down. To take the mask off and face the real him. The Jason behind the glamour and confusion of life yearning for the truth. Little by little robinhood was driving him crazy and his past tickled at the back of his mind. The Joker wasn’t too far behind him either. 

A few days after the two of you had begun dating, Jason bit down his pride. Anxiety bubbling in his stomach as meals were becoming less and less — as well as sleep, and though he couldn’t put a finger on the uneasiness he was having, It was making him bitter and irrational to everyone else. Including you. 

Trudging through the Wayne residence, to pull a fluffy-haired Dick Grayson aside.  Dick could see it all in Jason’s face, the existential dread, grief and sadness in one. His eyebrows furrowed and bags so deep it was leaving dark holes under his eyes. 

So Dick asked if the two of you had broken up? Perhaps he was grieving the loss of your relationship, to which Jason shook his head but snatched Dick up by the collar of his shirt,

“Can you promise me something?” Jason stammered, voice shaking and his knuckles turning white against the blue shirt Dick was wearing

“Look after her, please. I-If I were to die tomorrow and there was no me…make sure she’s okay…please”

Please. 

The six-letter word was something Dick thought that he would never hear out of the boy's mouth, but here he was; late in the depths of the night — begging him — almost on his knees. Dick couldn’t stop nodding his head, hands wrapping around Jason's wrist to pull him away from his shirt.

His brother didn’t really ask for much and a big request for his first ask was a little jarring. 

It itched at the back of his mind seeing as Jason dropped his grip on his shirt and left, almost ghostly in his appearance. 

she was cryin’ on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her, only made us closer until July 

Flowers smelled nice in the rain. But not appreciated when you were front row, looking down at a sleek black casket. White and red roses decorate the top, with a wooden picture stand to the side.  It was bittersweet how time worked. Snatching Jason down as his hourglass of time was shortening and dimming and his lucky nine lives were suddenly zero. 

You, with your mouth agape gripped onto the umbrella as the rain poured down zoned out as his eulogy was being read. 

Jason. Your Jason was in that casket, and his lack of contact suddenly made sense to you. 

Dick paid close attention to how you were moving, tears littering your cheeks and sliding down your face like it would a window pane, and the grip you had on the umbrella similar to the one Jason had on his shirt a few months prior. His eyes trickled down to your hand, that was jerking forward until you consciously pulled it away and balled it into a shaking fist.

The wave of grief you were riding, and Dick right along with you. 

It made the boy cry more seeing the way you were unraveling, the once energetic attitudes you had, dulled and destroyed with dead eyes and despair. 

His hands couldn’t help it as they trickled their way to your forearm. Sending a gentle swipe of comfort and support, to which your body felt light and your head knocked onto his shoulder. Dick froze, Jason’s words playing like a record in the back of his mind as he held onto you. The umbrella for one, becoming an umbrella for two as his loose hand took it from your own. 

Crying together was all you can do. A watchful Bruce at the back of you two, eyes burning holes into the shadow of the umbrella to his face. Guilt riddled in his stomach, was this what it felt like to lose? 

His eyes connected with Alfred who could only stay silent as he watched as the young duo cried together. 

That day, Dick publicly vowed, to you that he’d be there. For you to not be a stranger and that the Wayne Manor was always open to you, and of course Jason’s belongings. That it’s what his brother would have wanted. 

but i see her, in the back of my mind, all the time

Dick was mortified, the heartbroken look on your face replaying in the back of his mind and it’s been years since Jason has been dead. His ears would ring constantly and sleep was becoming harder. Working with the Titans eased the pain of thinking about his loss…well, your loss—

As expected, you pushed yourself away, doing what you knew best. 

It was easy to ghost the bat family shortly as the years came by. Bruce stopped calling but that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching and Dick tried to keep you updated on his life — until traveling got in the way. So you bit the bullet and changed your number. 

It settled your brain inside, to calm the panic that would rake through your body when you would get a message from Dick; almost irritated that Jason’s name wasn’t the one at the top of the screen instead— something saying that he wasn’t dead and that it’s just a prank. You would hope and you would dream. 

like a fever, like i'm burning alive, like a sign

Dick respected your silence, and your absence all together. But  it did feel like a slap to the face when Alfred would ask and he’d lie like he knew the answer when he didn’t. Truth is, his heart sank when he realized your number wasn’t the same. His cheeks got warm, his chest was burning and his stomach swirled at the thought of you, and maybe it was the selfish desire and urge to protect you and keep Jason’s word alive; because if he was honest, he was doing terrible at it. 

So he spiraled, digging up everything he possibly could about you, so he could actually sleep at night knowing you were in good hands. He wondered if you were dating again, had you changed your hair or your job? But according to the Gotham City street tv’s you still looked like a spitting image from how you looked when he last saw you. Black from the trench coat at the top of your body to your shoes, it sent a shiver down his body.

But what was he going to say to you?

“Hey y/n I hope you’ve been well?”

“I’m sorry Bruce stopped calling”

“Why did you change your number?”

Dick felt his throat run dry, a cold tough lump every time he swallowed, almost like he couldn’t breathe. Then he sunk into his chair, floppy hair pushed back by his hands as he gripped at his scalp, typing in the nearest florist that he knew. 

That evening, A mix of flowers arrived at your desk; Jason’s favorites. Your hands are entangled in the vase, fingers ghosting on the stem and leaves. Sniffing them almost took you back to standing in the rain that day. Coldness fills your body and the void that hasn’t been filled. You shrieked as your finger sliced a rectangular card of white paper, your crimson blood staining the white as you read the note;  I hope you’re well — D . G 

And you knew that name better than anyone. 

and I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me

Grunts filled the air, alongside the slapping of fist against flesh and scuffing of shoes. The redhood emerged wrecking havoc on criminal business in Gotham and it certainly wasn’t going to go unnoticed. Dick should have known the minute he put his blue and black suit back on as he tussled side to side with the rather buff and tall man in front of him. 

The red-hood shoved Dick off of him, holding onto the side of his mask in between pants “Why don’t we do this with honesty” 

Dick tilted his head in confusion as he watched the red-hood dethrone his mask. Shaking his hair out and rolling it like a bowling ball towards Dick. Jason’s hair was a tad bit longer now, money pieces frosted blonde, and a J scar etched into his cheek, his gaze was hard and so lifeless. Dick felt like his heart stopped beating in his chest, breathes shakier than ever — burning up like he did when he had a fever. The wound was reopening for Dick. To see a very much alive Jason Todd in front of him was enough to throw him off his step. Hand crossed over his hip from the punches to his stomach, Dick doubled over. 

“I’m gonna be sick, how are you…”

“fight me.” Jason spat bitterly as he stared at Dick, ignoring the way the boy was trying to piece together if his death even happened. If the body in the casket was even real, who could he blame?

“Why would I fight you, you’re my brother?” Dick argued taking off his domino mask, eye makeup surrounding his eyes as he stared into Jason eye-to-eye. He couldn’t feel his soul; he couldn’t see through him, and for some reason their meeting felt oddly eerie. He dropped the mask, the thick eye mask landing right next to Jasons mask on the floor. The dichotomy. 

do you see her in the back of your mind, in my eyes?

“Where is she?” Jason poked, but Dick just remained silent his body resting against the wall,

“Dick, where the hell is she?” Jason repeated, this time with some base in his voice as the octave got louder. 

He moved in closer.

“I can’t— I can’t tell you that I’m sorry” Dick muttered as his head hung low. Jason cursed under his breath as his body turned facing away from Dick as he had a hand resting over his mouth. “But I can reassure you, she’s safe”

“So tell me where she is!”

“I CAN’T !”

Maybe this was selfish of him, Dick thought this was the right move, the smarter choice…even; and guilt was chewing him up and spitting him out like bird food. 

“I am sticking to what you said to me, and what you requested. You can’t just go back and play house, she’s hurt!” Dick paused as he tried to gather her thoughts, “let her heal”

His comment sent Jason over the edge, as his body lunged forward, fist in the air to plummet Dick’s face, missing as Dick’s reflexes started to kick in. Dick was doing well, dodging Jason’s punches until he reached in his holster, bringing out a small gun— silencer attached and began shooting at Dick in front of him who was successfully dodging every bullet.

“You can’t find her if I’m dead!”

Jason stopped firing, staring at the boy below him, chewing at his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. Face filled with contemplation and indecision, Jason held his finger on the trigger firing it anyways, as the bullet traveled deep into the cement next to Dick’s leg — purposely missing by an inch. It did make his heart pang seeing the way Dick scrunched up in terror, with his arms blocking his face. 

did i cross the line

Jason stood in front of your apartment building, fully suited in his suit. It was almost menacing how he looked.  Thick boots on the fire escape, wet from the light dusting of rain as he broke your window seal open to climb inside. 

Jason was immediately overwhelmed, it felt awfully warm inside but your perfume was also everywhere, every crevice of the room. His wet footsteps trickling around the room as he saw how empty your apartment looked. It almost reminded him of his own. Your white sheets, lack of red or color anywhere and that wasn’t quite like you. There was hardly any decor on your bedroom walls, but he didn’t wanna loose hope.

Jason traveled further down the hall of your apartment, the living room and kitchen separated by an island table that was closer in the kitchen, but still…minimalist and lack of pictures. He snickered to himself. It wasn’t you, or the you that he knew that encouraged him to not wear black all the time when he wasn’t out playing robin. He de-gloved his hands reaching for the photo that was facing down on the table— lifting up the glass to reveal a picture of a much younger him, and yourself together. It was taken by Alfred at one of Bruce’s Gala’s and it pained him how awkward he looked, but his eyes were vibrant and full of hope. 

Jason’s body suddenly felt warm and he wanted to rip every article of clothing off his body, he couldn’t recognize himself or what he had become, where he had even been had been a blur. His memories felt every bit of a dream. But you were constant. The memories he had of you never changed, his hand shot up to his chest like the air was suddenly hard to breathe, when he crouched to the floor; knees in front of the mantle.

Jason was planning to get comfortable, his hand reaching up to take his mask off when he heard the jingle of keys outside your front door. Cursing to himself he took off, hiding back into your bedroom with the light off blending in with the dark curtains you had and the wall shadow. 

He heard the front door open, you were walking in after your shift; struggling to stay upright as you shrugged off your coat and purse to the couch. The familiar trench coat that you always wore slightly damp but blobbed as it rested on the arm. You took off your shoes, one by one which made you notice the track of footprints on the floor. It was Gotham, meaning people liked to play on the fire-escape for fun which made you grab a knife from the knife block. 

On the way down the hall, you’ve seen the picture of you and Jason up-right, causing your hands to grip around the picture but you think it could of been the alcohol you’ve been drinking that was making you see things. Flipping the picture over and back face down to the table you followed the footsteps into your bed-room.

Pushing the door open was rather humbling when met with vacancy and silence. You couldn’t even bother to hit the light as the moonlight shined on your face and casted a blue hint into the bedroom. But the breeze of your window was frustrating you. Sobering by the minute, as the knife dropped to the bed. You mumbled words to yourself like — “get it together,” “what’s wrong with you” and it pained Jason to see how you were moving from his stance in the curtain. You’d looked so similar from when he had last seen you, but the lack of color on your body made it clear the pain hasn’t left you. You’d become him, dull and lost.

Reaching the window you finally closed it, noticing that the lock to your window was broken. Groaning knowing you’d have to call maintenance that took forever and a day, so you turned on your heels as you walked out of your bed room and to the bathroom. 

Jason couldn’t move, his feet felt cemented in the floor as he rested his body weight against the wall…He was trying to ignore the dampness of his mask and his face, as the tears cooked an obnoxious amount of condensation. 

He was gone and out the window with the flush of the toilet and perhaps Dick was right about one thing. 

i know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I keep it to myself

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002. rules

here is just some rules when it comes to my asks box and overall blog ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

keep it cute!! don’t be weird or give a reason that i’d have to block you

i. I don’t really write smut this isn’t the blog for that, but I do write more dark (in a sense that its angsty, more emotion driven) fics with dark themes

i absolutely do not write: cnc, incest, dubcon, abuse those related themes

minors are okay to read some of my fics — but if it is tagged 18+ please do not interact with it this goes the same for ageless blogs (putting age in bio will simply suffice) but I will block if you aren’t respectful of that rule.

ii. ask box is always open and i’m always open to reccs, requests or themes/ ideas you would like to see for headcannons! for example, you could say “loved this song [insert] could you write a fic for jason inspired by that song” stuff like that!

iii. always open to friends so just shoot me a dm if we are mutuals or send something to my ask box!

iv. I am in school so there might be times where I go inactive but I’ll appear every now and then if im super busy

do not follow if: typical dnf criteria, zionist, racist, homophobic— none of that is welcome here

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