if anyone’s here after like, 3? years? i salute and love you! i kinda fell off the face of tumblr earth after the app kind got frustrating to be on. i realized that most of the fandoms i was in, like COD, DC (less DC), and others only really saw traction on smut posts. i never really enjoyed writing smut as often as i did, but i felt like any projects i tried that were sfw, or even light nsfw, never really got anywhere. i also disappeared because college life hit me and i had like no time to do anything lol… which i kinda still dont but i’ve got better at managing it.
anyway, i really do miss the DC fandom. you all are so sweet and were honestly amazing supporters even when i was a tumblr noob. i want to get back into writing like i used to because i miss having my little corner of people who ate up all my word vomit, and maybe i’ll try, but i just wanted to come back like i do occasionally and see what’s become of my accounts.
For those of you that love to say Jason was a crybaby in AK, let’s talk!
Let me start with the fact that Jason was held in a disgusting, abandoned, crime-ridden insane asylum for over a year. Not only was he in such an unsanitary place, but he was being held captive by the joker. Jason was beaten with numerous weapons, hung on a meat hook, shot, drugged to fight inmates, left to sit with untreated injuries, branded without any type of relief, fed rotten food, tied up, forced to take drugs, starved to the point where he became malnourished, and knowing that joker gave people free reign to torture him, possibly r@ped. During these numerous months of pure horror, Jason knew fully that Batman was not coming to save him (joker showed him a picture of him and Tim together), leading him to become brainwashed to hate his own father.
So yeah, I think Jason being brutally tortured and severely traumatized would give him the right to speak about what happened to him. Calling him a crybaby just shows that you don’t know his lore, but I guess that’s on you, and if you read this, now you know!
Can I request a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is pregnant and she tells Jason
☰ CONFESSING YOU’RE PREGNANT
⤐ jason todd x reader
- masterlist
- wc | 627
- warnings | mentions of pregnancy, fem implied reader (can def be seen as gn), very slight suggestive comment at the end
- summary | jason todd is many things, but a stable man is not one of them.
- author’s note | ayyy guess who’s back from the dead, thank you anon for the request! apologies if you wanted this to be pure fluff, i kinda hopped on the angst train and got a little silly
“Jason.”
Trembling hands worked along damp seams, patching polar bandages to dewy skin. Each finished thread through bruised nerves projected all but a quiet sigh from the man below you, free hand mushed into freshly washed locks.
You hadn’t expected a response from him, dripping with fading adrenaline and frayed patience. Post patrol for his vigilantism was akin to a hangover, forcing his eyes shut to block out dimmed lights as his foot tapped relentlessly against the bathroom floor. Your eyelashes netted sweat as you continued to work, lips pursed into a thin line at the refusal of your fingers to steady.
It was just short of 4 in the morning. Jason had arrived at the same time he would every typical patrol night, reeking of downtown Gotham and riddled with injuries. You had learned to suppress the worry that carried along with each return, holding on to each promise that he would be fine. You believed him. Jason was a strong man. Physically.
And as stable as he was learning to become, you dreaded what would happen if he took the faintest of glances to the small trash beside you.
His mood usually began to lift an hour after getting home. Ever so slightly, the movement of his leg began to slow from what you could only assume was growing fatigue.
“Sorry that your hair smells like cherry vanilla.” You leaned forward, swiping a flock of wet bangs to the side of his forehead. “Your favorite shampoo is on sale at Batmart, I’ll go buy some after work.”
His uncovered eye peaked out from your gesture, unchanging in demeanor despite your smile. A few moments of silence passed before he reached down, swiping a package of bandages from the area beside your foot.
He effortlessly stretched past you, dipping a hand into the trash despite your efforts to shield him.
“The shampoo can wait.”
Your next breath swept itself dry in the depths of your throat as his hand retreated to your vision, spinning a two-lined pregnancy test around before lowering it.
“Jason, I-“
“Is this yours?”
You could only spare a partially audible cough before nodding.
A soft clack rang out as the test hit the floor, followed by an undistinguished noise from your lover. His hands found themselves rubbing slack against his face, running over sensitive wounds and premature tears alike.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” His breath rolled out as a shudder, slightly muffled by the hand cupped over his mouth. “I should’ve been more careful, I.. I didn’t mean to…”
You slowly reached forward, thumbs swiping newly forming tears from his ducts as choked sobs escaped underneath. Weighted with uncertainty, you took the hand he held over his face, clasping trembling fingers over your own.
“I can’t… I can’t be a father.”
His mouth molded into a thin line, eyebrows knitting firmly together as you ran your free hand over his jaw. The trace stopped at the shell of his ear, fluttering back to run free amongst now partially dried strands of raven hair.
“You can, love.” Your voice was small, adding in a small nod as his gaze rose to contest yours. “You can, only if you want to.”
If a single brush of wind had passed outside, you would’ve failed to pick up the “okay” he let out. Shallow nods followed his a rising flush on his face, eyes averting the next moment, followed by silence and a squeeze to your hand.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing bad.” His gaze flicked back to you, earning a ghostly smile along the way at the sight of your relief. “I’m just wondering how, you know,”
You snorted, lightly slapping his arm before he could finish.
hiiiii l was wondering of you can do a headcannon/fanfic? of jason todd where the reader is a homo magi (magic-wielding humans like zatanna) l just got back into dc and I'm too scared for my life to read jason todd fanfics 😭so maybe this headcannon/fanfic can encourage me to read more
I’VE GOT YOU, ALWAYS.
JASON TODD X GN! READER
— AO3 | MASTERLIST | EVENT
— WORD COUNT | 600
— WARNINGS | mentions/use of magic (?), arguing, panic attacks, mentions of jason’s past, mentions of injuries/trauma.
— SUMMARY | even the most hidden wounds can be healed.
— AUTHOR’S NOTE | hi!! i am SO sorry i took this long to write. i was totally not ignoring you, just caught up in life and whatnot. i hope you enjoy my take on your request and want to get more into DC!!
He’s hurt. Rough gashes dripping blood on concrete, arms flayed open and soaking through his suit. His expression is nothing more than neutral, staring blankly down at the unconscious bodies around him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but he sees you first.
You’re staring. Not at him, but at the blood pooling at his feet. Your eyes are pried open in shock, mouth slightly ajar as you watch it drip.
“Jason, your blood.” You stumble over your words, stepping forward to get a closer look. “You didn’t tell me that you’re…”
It clicks. He attempts to hide himself, but your hand is already on his shoulder, and he can feel your eyes studying, watching the gore that escapes him.
“It’s not important—“
“No, it’s very important.” You interrupt, subconsciously squeezing down on the shoulder that holds him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had Lazarus in your blood?”
He snaps away from you, eyes sharp, squinting defensively.
“It’s not important.” He repeats, fully turning away from you. “Grab the burner so we can track it.”
You stand your ground. Jason should’ve expected that much of you. He turns around, looking down at you with a frustrated curve of his lips.
“What?”
“Jason.” You start, hands slowly leaving your sides. “I’ve dealt with your kind of blood before. It’s Lazarus tainted; I can fix it.”
Your attempt to reach out to him was immediately shunned, almost as if it was reflexive to him. He stands poised as if he’s facing a threat, yet his eyes reflect wide with fear, hands gently trembling.
“No… I dont— I don’t want,” His words jittered, traveling in a horrid vibrato. “I don’t want it inside of me.”
It’s instinct. The familiarity of you has nearly disappeared. Fear radiates from the core of his being; the smell clings to your senses. He must have contracted the Lazarus in a traumatic way. The thought makes your heart sink.
“You’re bleeding out.”
His hands race to cover the wounds grafting his skin. Another bad response.
“You know me, Jason. Only supernatural affairs.” You smile, lightly shaking your wrists. “It’ll heal your wounds, nothing else. I promise.”
You wait. Agonizing seconds of watching more and more blood spill from his body. When his breathing begins to shallow, you step forward, running a hand down the arm covering his stomach.
“Trust me, okay?”
A few moments pass before he blinks, teeth gritting in the slightest. All resistance from his arm falls, and you gently guide it to rest at his side.
“Okay.”
The process is fast. A few flashes of light and open wounds thread together, leaving only the remaining streaks of spilled blood to coat his skin. You watch as the strain slowly leaves Jason’s face, and his grip tightens on you, stabilizing with the familiarity of your touch.
As you finish, his mouth opens, closing and reopening as he searches for something to say. You stop him by planting your lips against his, running a hand along his arm to pat his hand comfortingly. When you pull away, he’s silent, and you smile.
Strange question but how hygienic do you think arkham Jason is?? You can tell by his face that even while running a militia, he’s clean shaven and he has pretty white teeth!
Guessing from past experiences, I’m a firm believer that Jason is sort of a “clean freak” when it comes to hygiene.
The abandoned wing of Arkham he was trapped in for over a year was riddled with dirt, crawling with insects, and just had disgusting conditions overall. Jason most likely keeps himself clean because he can’t stand a feeling similar to what he experienced in the asylum, and may just feel uncomfortable with being super dirty in general. He may also tend to associate uncleanliness with his trauma, which would be another strong reason as to why we always see him clean shaven despite being a militia commander. His scar is also well healed, which means he probably keeps up with his skin on the regular too!
BASED OFF OF ‘THE BATMAN’ | CW - PARTLY NSFW | YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.
MASTERLIST
SFW
• like any other aged Batman, he enjoys playing chess as a pastime
• as Batman, he tolerates them, but as Bruce Wayne, he finds children irritating
• absolutely horrible at cooking and would burn the entire kitchen down if left alone for too long
• isn’t big on nicknames, but he’ll accept soft calls like “honey” or “darling”, though he always manages to get flustered by them
• if you’re a hand-holder, he’ll gladly hide your arm in his coat sleeve to keep it warm
• pretty big shy talker in public around people he doesn’t know, but he’ll loosen up a little more if he’s around someone he can trust
• will keep everything neat except his bed; that is a mess that constantly needs catering to
• a big fan of butterfly kisses, mostly on the face and hands
• one of the worst cases of helmet hair to date, definitely needs a good shower and comb through after he’s hung up the suit for the night
• though he’ll never admit it, he loves when you ask to style his hair, and will always allow it with no complaint
• despite having the money to go anywhere to eat, Bruce prefers home cooking and even takeout when he doesn’t want to bother Alfred
• not a huge book fan, but rather enjoys revisiting old case files and looking over small details that could help him in later dates
• throughout the night, he’ll continue to shift closer to you until he’s asleep, one arm draped over your side with his head pressed into your shoulder blade
• quickly developing a bad posture due to how much he’s hunched over, reminders to sit up straight are appreciated
• bruce always needs to have a way to contact you, if you ever disappeared without a line to call he’d assume the worst
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NSFW
• huge biter, more heavy marks will be made along your collarbone, neck, and jawline
• although it’s 99% accidental, he tends to leave scratch marks on your waist and back, apologies for that come very fast
• not a guy for unprotected sex, probably won’t succumb to taking off a condom even if you ask
• detrimental case of a praise kink, no degradation though, he finds it dehumanizing to the ones he loves
• tends to lean towards a soft dom kinda role, but will do anything you ask as long as it’s safe and doesn’t cross boundaries
• checks up on you constantly, especially before taking off your clothes and moving to do something new
• always aiming to please you, would defo overstim himself if that means you come as well
• will flat out moan if you pull on his hair, especially if it’s unexpected and more of a tug
• always good to go down on you, as he’s more of a giver than a receiver
• i’m just gonna say, eye contact, yeah, you get it
Hey there! I’m not sure if you still do requests but to be sure may I have hcs dating Jason Todd?
DATING JASON TODD HCS
MASTERLIST
QUICK AN • thank you so much for requesting! I’ve been under the weather as of lately and it’s really impacted my willingness to write, but this was something quick and easy for me to do. I’m still transitioning back into writing so I apologize if this seems kind of off! (I know hcs are usually shorter but who cares)
- Dating Jason Todd would start off rocky, as your counterpart hasn’t had much of an experience with relationships before you. Jason would often be gone in the late hours of the night, returning bruised and awfully silent at his return come the rising rays of dawn. Concern of this would spark frequent arguments and accusations, and it will take a lot of him storming off with no warning before you work things out.
- I personally believe that Jason would drop small hints/facts regarding his past before he decides to open up completely. When he did, it wasn’t the prettiest scene, as no matter how many times he rehearsed what he wanted to say, it all came out in a messy ramble when the time came.
- Although Jason is expressed to be quite emotional, he also has his fair share of quiet episodes. In these times you could expect to see him either A) reading a book with an expression that can and will ward you off, or, B) laid flat out on your chest as you pick out a show to settle down and watch. Whatever it may be, it’s best to silently offer your support during these times.
- Fully expect Jason to talk your ear off about books and extremely random author controversy that you’ve never even heard of before. He’s very passionate about literature, and will sit and read to or with you any time. Books also tend to be his favorite gifts, which when given may come with a few tears and a lung crushing hug.
- Jason isn’t a big fancy dates guy, and would rather spend his nights on the couch with a bag of popcorn than dressed up and sweaty.
- You’d never hear him admit it, but one of Jason’s favorite things about you is your willingness to see and interact with his scars. It took a lot of courage for him to even take his shirt off when he went to sleep, which he still tends to do a lot, so every word of encouragement is greatly consoling to him. After he grew comfortable enough, some nights would simply be spent with you blindly tracing his scars, while he cards his hands through your hair, mustering half lidded conversations before you both fall asleep.
- Jason is a master chef, and nobody is changing my mind about that. Any meal you could think of, he would make you without second thought. Some “date” nights are spent trying out new recipes, which usually ends up with flour being thrown across the kitchen, and the food coming out horribly wrong.
- When he’s in the mood to go out, Jason is a huge fan of sitting on rooftops/ and or isolated places and watching the sky. If he’s really feeling it, he’ll drag you out to a random rooftop in Gotham and lay out a few blankets, where you’ll sit and talk whilst watching the stars.
- Jason isn’t a fan of PDA in public, or even going out in the first place, but he definitely makes up for that in his domestic share of life. Most of the time he’ll be more than willing to dish out hugs and kisses, as that is his casual love language. When you sleep, he tends to end up draping an arm or a leg (or both) over your side.
- Jason is a very observant partner. He always notes what makes your face scrunch up, and makes sure to snag whatever you were looking at for a bit too long in the store when you turn your back. He’ll always remember your favorite kind of flowers for special occasions, and often refills on things you’ve been needing before you asked.
- While on patrol, Jason often takes pictures and records dumb conversations street thugs have to show you when he gets home. He also tends to save things that remind him of you, and will sometimes grab a small gift before he returns.
for halloween prompts, could i request a coffee date with ak! jason? i also love your series decipher dead so it could be a part of that as well!
thank you sm and congrats on 1k again!! <33
☰ WAKE UP CALL
⤐ ak! jason todd x reader
- MASTERLIST / DECIPHER DEAD MASTERLIST / AO3
- WORD COUNT / 1,141
- SUMMARY / the arkham knight never says thank you.
- AUTHOR’S NOTE / thank you sm for your request!! i love the idea of a coffee date with jason, and think it’s even better to add it as a little extra to decipher dead! if you’re interested in reading, the link is above.
- SIDE NOTE / because this is a spin off of one of my series, the reader gets called “decipher” once. if you haven’t read my series decipher dead, it’s just a nickname that you can replace with your name, or whatever you like.
“And what about the synthetic processor?”
That would be the 10th question raised in a mere span of 4 minutes. Sitting on the edge of a very thin wire, the Knight sat back in his chair, running two hands up the sea of static that served as his face.
“It’s malfunctioning, sir.” The tech officer replied, scrambling for the set of notes in front of him. “Sensors are reporting abnormal deviations in chemical levels, nothing is coming out the same.”
An irritated click sounded from the Knight’s neck before he glanced to the side, daintily pointing a finger in your direction.
“Hand the notes over to Decipher. It’ll be taken care of within a week.”
You nodded, accepting the slide of papers across the desk and collecting them in a swipe. Anticipation dripped throughout the already blazing dawn atmosphere as the Knight raised a hand, signaling for any more questions. A few moments passed in silence, and it continued for the entire 20 seconds he waited, then lowering his hand with a somewhat content sigh.
“Meeting adjourned.”
A sigh accompanied your body as you stood up, stretching the stiffness of the morning off of your back. By the time you had collected your bag and the newest meeting notes, you were the only one left in the room, leaving you to venture towards the commander chamber alone.
A series of shrill beeps followed the retinal scan to your room, waving a dull flash over your features as your computer came to life. The very start of the dashboard presented 20 notifications ranging from tech notes to new messages, accompanied by a small circle fit with a 99+ on the inside.
You sighed, deciding to alleviate your stress before it rose any further by gently closing the computer. Your uniform was then swapped for a t-shirt and jeans, followed by the removal of your visor and a pair of sunglasses to replace it. A small grapnel was snatched from your bedside table before you set for your window, prying the latches open to welcome a gust of morning heat inside.
Small winds swelled into blazes as you dropped into the city of Venezuela, snapping your grapnel into the nearest roof ledge. With a soft swing you were lowering yourself into an empty alleyway, making sure to pocket your device before emerging into the bustling streets ahead. In every direction you looked, families moved in and out of stores, leaving you little room to sift through the masses until you reached your destination.
A chime rang out above your head as you pushed the store’s door open, glancing down to the small chalk board at your feet.
TASTE OF VENEZUELA
TODAY’S SPECIAL - SWEET VICTORY ROAST (MADE WITH ARABICA BEANS) - 41.2 VBS
STRAWBERRY PUFF PASTRIES - 24.7 VBS
You hummed at the board’s offerings, moving to complete your order spending only around 90 VBS. A small brown bag sat firmly grasped in your left hand as you moved to the streets once more, breaking for a shadowed lane to rise up to the rooftops.
Following a series of zips, you narrowly slipped back into your room, taking a moment to smooth out your windswept hair and grab your laptop before emerging into the hallway. Your feet led you to the room just beside yours, raising a hand to gently rap the door with your knuckles. After three coordinated knocks did you step back, lightly smiling when a muffled groan rang out from the other side.
Following that, came a slightly louder “come in.”
The door flashed green in an automated unlocked sequence, allowing you to push the handle open and enter. You let out a low whistle of greeting after the door shut, earning only a shallow wave in response.
“What do you need?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged, placing the bag on the table beside him. “Just wanted to check in.”
The Knight’s head shifted to the side at the crinkle of the bag, leading him to turn in his chair, directly facing you with the glowing LEDs serving as his eyes. The real gaze seemed to bore through the layers of screen and meta all the same, holding you with a squint, and slowly traveling over to the bag once more.
You rode the silence with caution, slowly unbagging your purchases before looking back to his bed. The sheets were cleanly folded save a scarce number of crinkles, giving you the impression that it hadn’t been used in days.
“When’s that last time you slept?”
Your question roused a stifled laugh out of him, following a shrug as he took your outstretched hand containing his order.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He contested, taking a glance down to the mocha iced coffee and strawberry pastry that sat in his grasp. “How did you know my order?”
You were faced with a look of suspiciously heightened eyebrows following a hiss of his modulator, soon narrowing as you laughed at his inquiry.
“Oh, I don’t know.” You sighed, plopping down on the foot of his bed. “Maybe because this is what you order every single time we go there?”
An unimpressed huff responded to your sarcasm ridden response. A soft smile accompanied your features as you lightly patted the spot next to you, rousing a quiet grumble from the Knight before he stood to join you. Just seconds later, the space beside you dipped, trailing a faint string of mocha to your nose as you breathed in.
The Knight slowly brought the cup to his lips, taking a rather small sip before letting it sit there, guarding the tip of his nose. Almost shyly, he cleared his throat, head tilting in the slightest so you could see his other eye.
“Thank you. Dinners on me.”
You almost spit out the mass of coffee that sat in your own mouth, rubbing your temples as you ensured that you heard him right.
If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that the Arkham Knight never says thank you. And he most certainly doesn’t offer to buy anyone dinner either.
Yet, there he was, completely unphased, languidly sipping from his coffee as he typed notes into his laptop beside you. And if you squinted hard enough, you’d see the small smile dusting his face as he looked over in your direction once more.
“What?”
“Nothing!” You yelped, frantically snapping your gaze away from him. “You’re uh.. you’re welcome.”
He only huffed at your response, seemingly back to normal. You set your drink down on the floor before opening up your own laptop, diving straight into the flagged emails in your inbox. A few minutes passed before you felt a slight nudge on your knee, encouraging you to look up from your screen.
“Takeout sound good?”
A smile crawled upon your features as your mouth parted, mentally preparing for the extra workload you were about to get.
