Hi, Iām Missy!! I'm not new to Tumblr (I think I've finally wracked up about seven years here), but I am trying to get back into writing fics! It's been a long while, and I've already started back on ao3, but I thought about spreading out onto here, too.
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Since I'm starting out again, I wanted to get into doing some one shot x readers, (mostly Jason Todd, because I'm so in love with him). So feel free to send requests, if you feel like it!
Just remember: I have a right to not write any request I do not want to write.
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ANY REQUESTS SENT WHILE REQUESTS ARE CLOSED WILL BE DELETED.
Any requests that I do not feel comfortable writing, do not feel like writing, or are too specific/have lots of details included, will also be deleted more often than not without explanation (I donāt owe you one).
Rules For Requests:
I WILL NOT write:
smut
incest (yes, to me they are siblings even if they are adopted siblings)
male!reader (I just personally don't think I would do you guys justice, since I'm a woman.)
yandere/whump stuff
underage or sibling!reader
this list will grow, I just can't think of anything else in the moment
ā” biker!jason todd who watches before he approaches. he notices everything. the way you shift your weight, the way you glance at your phone, the way you look a little annoyed at the world. when he finally speaks, itās direct. āyou waiting on someone?ā
ā” biker!jason todd who doesnāt flirt the way you expect. heās dry, a little blunt. but he's protective, even when he barely knows you. when he offers you a ride, itās casual. like itās nothing. like it wouldnāt change your entire night.
ā” biker!jason todd who hands you his spare helmet without a word. already adjusted. like he planned for this. his fingers brush under your chin when he tightens the strap, and for a second, he lingers, checking, making sure itās secure. making sure youāre good.
ā” biker!jason todd who rides fast, but different when youāre on the back. powerful, but controlled. one hand comes off the handle just long enough to tap your thigh if you shift too much, grounding you. heās always aware of you.
ā” biker!jason todd who doesnāt say āhold on,ā but expects you to. and when you do, when your arms wrap around him tighter, when your cheek presses against his back. you swear you feel him exhale. just slightly. like he didnāt know he needed that.
ā” biker!jason todd who becomes quieter around you, not louder. he doesnāt perform. doesnāt try to impress you with stories or bravado. instead, itās small things, walking on the side closest to the street, keeping a hand at your back, checking your reactions more than he lets on.
ā” biker!jason todd who lets you wear his jacket. itās heavy, smells like leather and something distinctly him. when you try to give it back, he just shrugs. ākeep it.ā like it doesnāt matter. like he didnāt just give you something he never lets anyone touch.
ā” biker!jason todd who doesnāt say he cares, but shows it constantly. your helmet always fits perfectly. he slows down just enough on turns. he remembers what scares you and avoids it without making it obvious.
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you had just got off work. the night air is colder than you expected, and youāre standing there rubbing your arms when you hear that engine.
you donāt even have to look.
you already know itās him.
he pulls up slow, less dramatic. like heās not trying to startle you. the bike idles for a second before he cuts the engine, the silence settling between you.
āget on,ā jason says, like itās the most normal thing in the world.
you blink. āno hello?ā
a small pause. then, quieter he says, āhey.ā
itās enough to make you smile.
you step closer, and heās already reaching for the spare helmet, adjusting the strap under your chin. his fingers are careful, precise. when heās done, he taps it lightly. āgood?ā
āyeah.ā
he nods once and swings back onto the bike.
you climb on behind him. your arms slide around his waist, holding on as you press your chest to his back.
jason stills. just for a second.
then the engine roars back to life.
the ride is fast, but smooth too. you feel every shift of his body, every lean into a turn, every subtle adjustment meant for you.
at one stop, his hand briefly leaves the handlebar, reaching back to press against your wrist where youāre holding him, just a quick squeeze.
Jason was so fun to draw I definitely want to do more dc art! maybe absolute superman or Wally west..never doing bedsheets again though that was so hard it felt malicious
Just some of my favorite DC fics. it's mostly BatFam cause that's my current hyper fixation. I may have a slight thing for Jason Todd š . Reader is gender neutral unless noted otherwise.
Series Masterlist | Lovers to Exes to Strangers to Friends to Lovers
Jason Todd x fem!Reader | Chapter 2
Word Count: 1,125
Prologue || Chapter 1 || Next Chapter (TBA)
Chapter Warnings: mentions of injury, aggravated assault, gun wounds, blood (what Jason did to the man in the alleyway last chapter), drug dealing, weapons dealing, typical Red Hood violence.
More of a filler chapter. Short and just showing reader's thoughts on the situation before we get into the beginnings of the nitty gritty.
Despite your best efforts, you couldnāt get the Red Hood out of your mind. He seemed to be everywhere now.Ā
Not physically. Yet after that night, you would hear more about him than you felt like you ever did before. More news coverage. More social media posts. More overheard conversations around campus and in public.Ā
You sat on the bus (having gotten on at the right time today), scrolling through your phone. Everything you came across all talked about how much more violent he had been recently.
Wasnāt he always violent? You think to yourself. Everyone knew that. Red Hood. The only one of two vigilantes in Gotham who used guns.Ā
You had seen him beating that guy up in that alleyway. Had heard him shoot the guy. Then watched and listened to him lie to your face. You hadnāt thought twice about his nature. Thatās just who he was. Red Hood only focused his violent efforts on those who he deemed deserved it. A college girl trying to get home didnāt deserve it, and Red Hood had proved he agreed by taking you home safely.Ā
You hadnāt dared tell your friends about the encounter. First off, they would chide you for staying late again. Then, they would probably hold another intervention about your unhealthy coping mechanisms with living post-Jason.Ā
How were you even supposed to bring it up? Or, for the matter, change the story so that they didnāt know you willingly walked into an alley with an armed vigilante who had been, in the moment, taking out every ounce of anger he had ever felt on that man. Then proceeded to get on the back of the Red Hoodās motorcycle, give him your address, and drive you home.Ā
You cringed to yourself at that thought. You really had thrown out all Surviving Gotham 101 (A real course at the university, mind you. Mandatory for all no matter your major.) knowledge out of the window just because you had seen the one vigilante you trusted the most in this city.
Watching the buildings go by outside the bus, your mind drifted back to a conversation you had once about this, albeit tinged a bit sour by the fact it had been with Jason.Ā
The two of you had been watching the news. You were seated on your carpet with your back against the couch,Ā between Jasonās calves and knees. The large man was sitting on the couch behind you. He had been taking chunks of your hair and braiding them at random. Something that helped his anxiety.
āBullshit,ā You had muttered.Ā
You had felt Jasonās fingers pause in your hair, āHm?ā
Pointing at the TV, you exclaim,Ā āWhat theyāre saying about Red Hood! I donāt think heās a danger to the public.ā
Jason had been quiet for a moment, āNo?ā
āNot when he hasnāt done anything,ā You crossed your arms. You could feel Jason start to say something. You raised a hand to object, āTo the general public.ā
Jason let out a soft chuckle.Ā
You continued, crossing your arms again, āI mean, heās for the people. If you lined up every vigilante in Gotham and said I had to go with one,ā You point with your chin as a blurry photo of the Red Hood appeared on the screen again, āIād go with him.ā
Jason didnāt answer for a long time. Curious to his silence, you tilted your head back against his knee to look up at him.Ā
He was staring down right at you. Your hair was unmoving between his fingers.Ā
āI thought you didnāt like gun violence.ā Is all he said.
āI donāt,ā You shrugged. āBut Iād still feel the safest with him.āĀ
Jason still looked at you. Examining, almost. His eyes darted over your face for a moment before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.Ā
āCan we change the channel, please?ā He murmured quietly against your skin.
You nodded, grabbing the remote and opening up Netflix instead.Ā
You looked back up at him, āWho would you feel safest with?ā
He had been focused back on your hair, working on the fifth braid, āNone of them.ā He shrugged, āBut... Red Hoodās a good choice for your safety.ā
You cursed Jason Todd for being right.Ā
You cursed him for still being on your mind so often.
Slumping back in the bus seat, you sigh and put your phone away. You feel the card that Red Hood had given you brush your fingers.Ā
That was weeks ago now.
Fiddling with it, you think about your recent events. Maybe you were just thinking about it all too much. You were paying more attention now that you had met the Red Hood face to helmet. Of course you would start noticing more mentions of him.
Maybe Iām just thinking about it so much because it was such a weird interaction.
It had all started with how you approached him. Which, you cringed at again. You had watched him reach for his gun when he first spotted you. If he hadn't stopped once he looked over at you; if you had looked the least bit threatening at any point, you would have been dead.Ā
You were still hung up on the fact that he hadnāt given a single care about whether or not you knew motorcycle safety. (Again, curse Jason Todd for entering your mind.) The way he had gotten to your apartment so efficiently. The fact you both had just ignored that beaten and shot man in the alleyway.Ā
Mind you, you have just assumed he would go back after he dropped you off. Surely he wouldnāt just leave some drug dealer (or worse) laying in an alley somewhere.
You suddenly wondered if Red Hood had ever run into Jason on his patrols. After your few months apart from your ex and many conversations with your close friends, you were all convinced that he truly had been a drug dealer and had been hiding it all from you. Or weapons dealer, with how much he knew about guns.Ā
The bus finally arrived at your stop. You shrugged off your thoughts, feeling neutral about the image of Red Hood beating up your ex like he had that man. You knew Jason had been hurt in the past. Badly.Ā
You had seen the scars on his face, his arms, one nasty one on his calf once when you had convinced him to let you test a wax strip on him, and the one on his neck that he hated having touched or kissed. You knew there were more under his clothes, ones he never took off in front of you.Ā
Sighing, you exit the bus.Ā
Curse Jason Todd, for not letting you want him to be hurt.Ā
Reader being in the bus the whole time is like an allegory for her thoughts moving and her making connections in her mind but she's still in the same place (the bus) because she hasn't figured out that Red Hood and Jason are the same person.
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your boyfriend, jason todd, is the one who insists on movie night.
Heās already in full cozy mode: hoodie up, socks mismatched, dragging every blanket within reach to the couch like heās fortifying a position. You spend a solid twenty minutes debating movies. Him vetoing anything ātoo artsy,ā you vetoing his fifth consecutive suggestion of Die Hard, both of you pretending the real argument isnāt just an excuse to keep bumping shoulders and stealing popcorn kernels from each otherās fingers.
Eventually you compromise on something with explosions and questionable plot logic, his pick, naturally.
He hits play, hits the lights, then promptly hits you.
Full body drop. One hundred ninety pounds of ex-Robin muscle and residual Pit stubbornness lands square on top of you, pinning you cheerfully into the cushions. His arms snake around your ribs, legs tangle with yours, face immediately burrows into the soft space just below your collarbone. You feel the huff of his exhale against your chest, warm and already slowing.
Three minutes. Maybe four.
The opening credits are still rolling when his breathing evens out into the deep, unmistakable rhythm of sleep. He's already out cold, lips parted slightly against your shirt, one hand still loosely curled in your hoodie like heās afraid youāll evaporate if he lets go.
And you?
Youāre trapped.
Every time you so much as twitch, he instinctively tightens. Arms flex, thighs bracket yours more securely, a low sleepy grumble vibrating against your sternum.
So you give up.
You settle.
You card your fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feel the way he melts further into you even in sleep. The movie keeps playing while the real show is the slow rise and fall of his back under your palm, the faint scar on his cheek, the way heās somehow managed to wrap all six-foot-something of himself around you like youāre the only anchor he trusts.
An hour and a half of this, at least.
a/n: wrote this in like 15 minutes and i just KNOW that bc it's jason it's gonna get at least 1k notes. and i love that
I donāt know if these are all too well known or if Iām just too obsessed with the Jason Todd x reader search and tag, but these are my personal favourites (I just wanted an excuse to compliment these amazing writers) :>
dividers by: @saradika-graphics
YOU DIE LAUGHING - @njghtiee = In general she is such a good writer but this fic in particular has THE MOST DELICIOUS ANGST itās just so good (it also has a part 2 which is just as amazing)
JASON TODD BLURB - @cherryvvave = Itās only a blurb and more specific to a reader who crochets but heās such a cutie in this :)
Up to no good (mostly.) - @raveninfog = Set when Jason and reader are teenagers and heās so shy, this fic is just so fluffy. I love it >:)
Out of the Bag - @indulgentdaydream = This just itches my brain in such a nice way, itās angsty but I am so in love with it (and with all her writing too)
will you hold me instead, and tell me that it's over now? - @julymusings = HEāS SUCH A LOVERBOY IN THIS i just melted when i first read it, itās so cute
The Batboys When They Miss You - @lilmarshie = This is a personal favourite headcanon of mine but I could and would spend ages just scrolling through their whole blog
Jason Todd ramble :> - @sugugori = Does this even need an explanation? She writes Jason so soft and so well, IāM OBSESSEDDD
Jason is the type of boyfriend - @moviecritc = Iām kinda obsessed with her whole blog, but this is the first one of hers I saw and made me fall in love
La Vie en Rose - @mostly-imagines = Just look at her masterlist for other amazing works, but I love all of their writing and 4 in 1s and such, itās so good
IN EVERY UNIVERSE - @pluvoia = LITERALLY THE INSPIRATION FOR MY FIRST BLURB, itās just so adorable and you can feel the love in this one, I definitely recommend part 1.5 too
For You - @soulsforsales = I donāt know how many times Iām going to say fics are cute in this list, but this fic just melts my heart, I love it (also thank you to them for reblogging so many amazing fics, I swear I find so many through them lol)
Thinkin about you - @amnxp = More angst!! Another one I just ate up, ITāS SO GOOD and it really gets the emotions across
Thatās All It Took? - @fluentmoviequoter = Most recent one on here so I can recall how my eyes were GLUED to my phone while I read this, itās great
SHEEP - @moratorya = Does handle heavy themes and is genuinely gut-wrenching but itās so gripping and just fantastically written
Mistletoe Memories - @froggibus = It was genuinely difficult to decide which of her fics to choose to put here, she is soso talented
in your hands - @sanguineterrain = Iāll admit that I found this from another recommendation but itās so angsty but fluffy and I love it, I couldnāt not include it
Him taking care of you - @dhazefawn = They write so cute that Iām jealous of the kind of love he has with reader :>
The written word is not child porn, it is not abuse, no children were harmed in its creation.
It was written by a minor, not a predator.
A minor that may not want to create a new account or ever write again because their work was attacked and taken down.
You probably donāt want to hear this, but you have likely done more harm to that minor than their work ever did to any other minors.
Itās too late now, and as you say itās not the end of the world, but please take a moment to consider if reporting and blasting that person really, truly did any good beyond making you feel good about yourself.
Hey so me reporting isnāt what took them down I hope yāall know that.
It was the fact the post was against Tumblrās guidelines. I am, if anything, a middle man, and was probably NOT the only one who reported it.
Written word can porn, and therefore can be child porn. Especially when written with the intent to help others get off to the idea of it.
Hellooooāļøāļø I just saw your recent post and I can't believe people are disagreeing with you?? I'm glad that shit was taken down so I wanted to so thanks for making the community a better place and not harboring an environment for preds to prosper
yes apparently Iām a conservative because I reported cp.
If any of you saw that brief Jason Todd x sister!Reader fic, just know the entire blog has now been deleted.
For those who donāt know what I was talking about, it was an incestuous 18+ fic, moreso just headcanons/bullet points really. Which, hey, if incest fics are your cup of tea, go ahead, but this one was specifically depicting sexual acts between Jason and the reader as minors. I mean below preteen age. It was disgusting, to say the least.
Hereās the screenshot from the Tumblr reply of my report I did. They took in down in about just over 24 hours from my report, I wanna say.
Basically what Iām trying to get at is, if you see pedophilic shit like that happening (not just in this fandom or just on tumblr) SAY SOMETHING. I donāt care if they were a minor themself, tbh, but this will be a learning curve for them, I hope.
Jason "Catherine Todd is my mother and I'm going to pretend Sheila Haywood never existed" Todd for the win. Bruce get him a new birth certificate and make sure that C is CLEAR
