#jasonsmirrorball

[jasonsmirrorball]

HALLWAY CRUSH JASON TODD (college!au)

↳ he's your boyfriend, but you've still got a massive crush on him

Four long, boring hours loom ahead of you when you walk to campus on Monday morning. Lectures all packed closely within the same building, on the same floor, you dread the day. Winter leaves your hands numb as you walk towards the building you’ll be spending your time in today, and you curse yourself for forgetting your gloves, sticking stiff fingers into your pockets.

There is only one other person in the lecture theatre when you walk in, sitting off to the side. You offer them a polite nod when their eyes meet yours, and continue up the stairs to take a seat, thankful for the warmth in the room. The both of you are early, and it’s quiet in the room as you take out your things, the faint smell of something lingering in the air, not entirely unpleasant, but peculiar in the way of old lecture halls. 

It’s this smell you have to endure for the next two hours. When the hour draws closer to 9 and the rest of the few students who actually bother to show up to lectures in person begin to trickle in, you’re already fighting off a yawn and wishing you’d gotten coffee from one of the vending machines in the lobby.

You switch your phone on and off, peering down at the lockscreen fondly. The black and white photobooth strip stares back, three rectangular photos stacked atop each other. The dark haired boy in the picture winks through the pixels at you, and you hide a grin. When your professor walks in and begins to set up, you tuck your phone away, finding a bit of comfort in the pretty smile of a lover.

It only lasts so long, however, and you’re soon back to staring grumpily at a set of slides and fighting back tears at the strength of your yawns–you’ve gone through so many in the last twenty minutes it’s getting rude. It isn’t his fault, your poor old professor, that he speaks so slowly, or that you’re not made for morning classes. After yet another yawn, you rub your eyes tiredly, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

The text comes through in the middle of your lecture, an hour into the history of corporations, and you flick your gaze down to the bubble that appears over your lockscreen. Your boyfriend’s contact photo accompanies the message, and you bite back a grin, reading the two words.

>> look up

Confused, you glance up to the door of the lecture theatre that looks out into the hallway, propped ajar with an old textbook. In the background, your lecturer takes a question, and you really should be listening, but you’re wondering whether the message was actually meant for you and then–

Jason, stupidly handsome, and bright eyed, walks past the door, peering in and grinning when you make eye contact. You just about jolt in your seat, unable to contain your own smile when he glances at your professor and shoots you a cheeky wink. Idiot, you think fondly. 

He’s gone before you can blink, leaving you to return to the class once more. Only, how can you, when you’ve got to settle your silly little lovesick heart, grinning like a fool? 

>> you’re so pretty baby

And just when you think you’ve got a handle on your heart, the butterflies spring forth anew with his next text.

i had to sit in the same lecture theatre for FOUR hours today can you believe. anyway made eye contact with everyone walking outside because i was so tired and i just kept imagining this stupid (affectionate) boy walking past and timing his text so you'd see him when you look up. because this is fanfiction. and i can make him do that!

this is separate from the last college!au piece but you can imagine it to be set in the same au if you want! i just think boyfriend jason in a college au is something that can be so special

#jasonsmirrorball #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fic #x reader #jay my heart #jersey boy au #jason todd college!au

[theold-ultraviolence]

just saw that gifset from lady chatterley's lover you rb'd and i'm not sane enough for this i fear...i'm gnawing at the walls why is jack o connell so !!! i feel insane

BESTIE you put it in words!!! HE'S SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's my current obsession honestly. Look at this man. Who gave him the right!?

If you like Jack I definitely recommend watching the film 'Little Fish' with Olivia Cooke (although it's gonna wreck you emotionally) and the series SAS: Rogue Heroes where he's INSANE and SO HOT FOR IT

#jasonsmirrorball #I need a support circle for the besties that want to gush about jack o'connell with me

[yoonivy]

aaaa hi elle!! i’m glad to see you’re back!! hope things are good with you <3

ro, thank you for the warm welcome back!! i hope things are good with you too and that you are enjoying the new taylor album (i am :') it's quickly climbing my top 5 album of hers)!!

#jasonsmirrorball #ask

[violaobanion]

thank you for feeding us with your tom bennett gifs - every single time i see one on my dash i come closer and closer to actually watching world on fire <3

1st of all: this is such a compliment! thank you <3

2nd of all: WATCH IT! i mean it. sure ewan is in it, and he's doing great etc etc. but it's honestly a VERY FUCKING GOOD SHOW. you won't regret it!

#i hope i'm not coming of too aggressive here but i just want you to know this is truly an underrated period drama GEM! #it's gotten more attention now bc ewan is having his big break but fr #i highly recommend it #jasonsmirrorball #answered

[fic-over-cannon]

Candy Necklaces

jason todd x gn!reader

ao3 link

summary: you and jason get matching necklaces

tags: implied smut

rating mature (mdni) | wc: 0.5k

Jason would love seeing his initial around your neck, but he would secretly love wearing the first letter of your name even more. The necklaces are an anniversary gift, the two of you picking them out together. The letter pendants are small, on a chain longe enough that it can easily be tucked out of the way and into clothing if needed. You don’t mention how he goes a little teary eyed as you fix the clasp around his neck, the way his arms come around your waist as he leans down to kiss you slowly. The next few weeks you keep catching him staring at your chest and the little J that rests there, a little catch in his breath every time the glint of gold catches his eye.

It becomes a habit for Jason to play with his necklace. Pinching the pendant between his thumb, running it back and forth on its chain. There’s a warm glow in his belly at this proof of affection. That he’s yours and you’re his. It never really goes away, that feeling. It’s why he hates taking it off so much.

The only time Jason ever takes off his necklace is for patrol. Just the thought of losing it, of having it get torn off during a fight, is enough to open up a yawning cavern in his chest. Every night that the Red Hood appears, Jason adds his necklace to yours for safe keeping. Likes seeing the two necklaces together around your throat, safe, and knowing that you’ll watch over this part of him until he comes home.

Jason gets a little obsessed with watching the necklace swing as he thrusts into you. He gets a little hypnotized by it, moving his hips and body to get it to swing in different ways. You have to gently tug on his pendant to bring him back to you, pull him into a kiss. He’d make it a habit to kiss you silly, then trail kisses down your neck. His favourite look for you is wearing nothing but his name around your neck and you deserve to know exactly how much he appreciates it. He loves mouthing at your metal J where it rests on your sternum, glued to your skin with the light sweat of exertion.

Nearly six months later, after an anniversary date for the night you met, you present Jason with a little white box. Inside are two matching T pendants, the same kind as your necklaces. You tell him, “I think my name looks lonely without a “Todd’ after it.”

It takes him three days and a comment from Tim to figure out that that was you proposing to him. Sends him running for his favourite (civilian) leather jacket and the inside breast pocket where he’s been carrying around a ring for months.

“Were you serious?”

“…You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that Jason.”

“About making your last name ‘Todd’.”

“Oh, always.”

“Then I’ve got a question to ask you properly.”

The two of you wear your matching jewelry to the wedding, the Ts added to them. And if Jason fucks you a little harder, a little sweeter, at the sight of a JT at the hollow of your throat and the ring on your finger, well, that’s for you to enjoy.

#shoutout to jasonsmirrorball for letting me rant about this hc to her #ily ro #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #jason todd fic #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd #implied smut #mdni #sunnie writes 🌻 #Spotify

[xxrougefangxx]

Jason Todd x Reader fic recs

This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this. Will update as I find more

Added little notes in pink to specify some stuff

Anybody who does use these recs please make sure to reblog works- that's the Tumblr algorithm likes don't do anything- to help the authors out <3

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Authors because I can't pick a favorite work:

DC Masterlist by @sanguineterrain - The works speak for themselves.

@jasmines-library - Includes lots of platonic batfamily x reader and the hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*

@morverenmaybewrites Ao3 link- Her works are just godsend. She portrays Jason in such a beautiful way and acknowledges his trauma as well.

@minnieearsposts Ao3 Link - Jason works are 10/10, but she also has many other fics that connect with each other. Definitely recommend

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - All of the au's are just magnificent! There's no master list but you can check the works out using tags.

Batfam masterlist by @book-place - All works are platonic

@writersfailure - Honestly a gold mine, check out their dc master list and other fics as well!

@wh1sp3rr - The jackpot at the end of the rainbow. That's all I'm going to say

Series :

love is not designed for the cynical by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels - The thoughts and emotions are portrayed SO BEAUTIFULLY!!! And while Jason is just spectacular, I also recommend the other series as well.

What we want by @sophiethewitch1 - It's with all the batboys

Crimson Red by @ravenna-reid - Has multiple parts all located on the master list.

Headcannons/Drabbles:

Girl!DadJason by @in-som-niyah

Reaction to you letting go of their hand by @gay-dorito-dust - Its paired up with both Dick and Damian

Existentional Crisis by @millyhelp

College student!Jason by @orchidsangel

BabyDaddy! Jason fic idea by @kuromitos

Fics:

JasonTodd x Fem!Reader by @spidernuggets - reader gets stuck in a time loop to save Jason

sickly sweet romance of u & jay by @wh1sp3rr

Unnamed by @millyhelp

tired and touchstarved!Jason by @indulgentdaydream

Guard Dog by @mostly-imagines

A Spoonful of Honey by @stararch4ngelqueen

Golden by @orionremastered

Reader who likes Superman more than Batman by @spidernuggets

Reader who prefers Superman more than batman (different fic than above) by @gay-dorito-dust

Rescuer by @kimberly-spirits13

graceless by @udiudijaye - platonic batfam x batsis but love the fic and had to recommend

Take care by @batsycline69

Forensic Psychologist Reader by @ravenna-reid

What are you doing here? by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

What a night by @batboysandgirls

call me your fool by @jasonsmirrorball

18+ Works MDNI

Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together by @luvf4ngz - I love the au idea!

Jason distracting you from studying by @millyhelp

Slumber Party by @dollwritesarchive - Includes Dick

Thoughts on Jason being rough by @midnightorchids

jason 'don't run from this dick' todd by @killakalx

BabyDaddy!Jason by @hanasnx

Say Sorry by @dancewithdeath11

Jason fucking reader in the Batmobile by @martiniluvr

Series 18+

guns and roses masterlist by @jayswhorex

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #fic rec #fan fiction recommendations #Jason Todd x fem!reader #Jason todd x y/n #Jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #Jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #Jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #Jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut

[a-asterias]

— micaela's january recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated &lt;3

BRIDGERTON

— anthony bridgerton.

a long, long time by @romeomontaague

enamored by @dreamwritesimagines

— benedict bridgerton.

they're not the only ones by @maximoff-pan

garden of secrets by @dreamwritesimagines

GAME OF THRONES

— jon snow.

nobody by @ichorai

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

— aemond targaryen.

in the still of the night by @saltywritings

say you love me by @milliesdiary

↳ bent, but not broken

i won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave by @lauraneedstochill

↳ can't help falling in love

↳ my first choice

— aegon ii targaryen.

the road not taken by @jasonsmirrorball

COBRA KAI

— miguel diaz.

good news by @kaicobras

TOP GUN

— nick "goose" bradshaw.

that lovin' feelin' by @duchesstypewriter

— bradley "rooster" bradshaw.

a glimpse of them by @bradshawsbaby

rainfall by @vintagemulti

can i kiss you? by @melwilson

↳ flustered and bothered

MARVEL

— peter parker.

one in the same by @finnwrld

— druig.

only you by @lovetaints

sunshine by @itsapeterthing

THE MANDALORIAN

— din djarin.

kar’taylir by @the-archxr

WEST SIDE STORY (2021)

— riff.

hey there, dollface by @riffaist

↳ innocent

↳ the five times riff kissed her. (and the one time she did it)

AVATAR

— neteyam.

just a human by @moongumi

eternity by @qwertyluverz

running wild by @jeojake

i've got my eye on you by @urlocalfeiner

↳ is it selfish to want you?

the relief of destruction by @ngayawneluoer

↳ heaven in hiding

↳ eye on you

the heart that binds us by @loaksky

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

— connor stoll.

unwind by @chasingpj

— percy jackson.

hush-hush by @chasingpj

talk to me by @enviedear

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

— zuko.

please keep loving me by @biqherosix

CRIMINAL MINDS

— spencer reid.

twisted by @dreamwritesimagines

a test of faith by @dingusfreakhxrrington

out of the spotlight by @sometimesiwritebadly

STAR WARS

— poe dameron.

golden age by @ichorai

↳ working in the dark

#micaela's monthly recs #fic recs #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #jon snow x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #miguel diaz x reader #nick bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #peter parker x reader #druig x reader #din djarin x reader #riff x reader #neteyam sully x reader #connor stoll x reader #percy jackson x reader #zuko x reader #spencer reid x reader #poe dameron x reader

[fan-fantasies]

Aemond Targaryen Fic Rec

I still haven’t watched the series but I’m very much enjoying reading everyone’s fics of him! I hope you guys enjoy these stories as much as I have!

P.S. I’d really appreciate if you gave us a follow, we’re so close to 5k!

🔹 The Pawn in Every Lover’s Game Series by @jaimeslanisters (seriously this whole series is amazing!)

🔹 Bane of My Existence, Object of My Desire by @jasonsmirrorball (this is also a series!)

🔹 Between Lions and Snakes by @hamatoanne (Harry Potter AU! Also a series, I tagged the last part)

🔹 Until He Met Her by @slytherdoravenger

🔹 She Was Lovin’ Me, She Was Wantin’ Me by @astrumark

🔹 The Scar On Your Palm by @feyhunter78

🔹 Our Little Secret by @rushtoprove (this is a multipart fic!)

🔹 Like the Fairytales by @aemondsbeloved

🔹 The Court by @ultralightpoe

🔹 Another Man’s Feast by @houseofhyde (multipart fic!)

🔹 Healing by @harwinsgirl

🔹 Holy/Unholy by @bookofbonbon

🔹 Serpentine by @yoursinfulurges (multipart!)

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #Aemond Targaryen fic Rec #Fic Rec #aemond targaryen smut #house of dragons

[orchidsangel]

hiii i love your writing! how do you think jason would act with a roommate that he may or may not have a little crush on 🙈

(i really really think @jasonsmirrorball roommate!au would be right up your alley !!)

i think he'd be so good at hiding his crush, like insanely good, like scarily good. he's always been your polite roommate, doing his share of the chores, always cleaning up after himself, making small talk in passing. he doesn't invade your space, doesn't pry anything out of you; if he has any questions about splitting rent & utility bills, he'll knock on your door, and if you don't answer, he'll leave a note. he's just an all-around chill roommate, kind of a mystery since he keeps to himself, but oddly enough, you trust him with your life.

i think if he develops a crush on you before you're good friends, then you just wouldn't know. like at all. he asks about your day and cooks dinner on nights when you're busy and stressed, but you chalk it all up to him being a nice guy.

if he's got a crush on you while you're friends, then he becomes the biggest little shit ever, like genuinely. yeah, he's still a nice guy (duh,) but he's comfortable with being playful around you, teasing you like an annoying brother. whole time, he's quietly pining after you. i still don't think you'd know he had a crush on you; it just comes off as friendliness, that and the fact that he's a D1 mastermind, like unless he wants you to know, you're not gonna.

he does know everything about you, though. always comes home with brand new bottles of your favorite shower products when you're running low, cooks your favorite meals when you're sad, listens to you vent when you need it, and knows all of your family drama, your hopes and dreams, etc. he's a good listener, good at paying attention, an all around…good guy (ik broken record right), and that's why you don't know he has a crush on you, bc this isn't out of character for him. He'd still probably do this stuff (to an extent) whether or not he was secretly in love with you (which he is).

#☆ messages from friends ☆ #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd headcanons #jason todd i’ll love you forever

[f4ll-for-you]

👉🏼👈🏼 do you have anymore aegon fanfic recs? 😫🥹

sorry its taken so long for me to respond to this, its a LONG list - these are JUST Aegon fics, please see my other recommendations list for mixed Aegon/Aemond ect

AEGON FIC RECS

Sigh No More by @arcielee

Summer by the Sea by @raphaellathedragon

North To The Future by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew

by @syzrina - Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes , Living with the Greens , Roommates & so many more

by @squirmhoney - Shared Apartment | Masterlist , I Remember - Master List , His Brother's Girlfriend & so many more

Aemond doesn't know... by @houseofhyde

A Merciful King ☼ Masterlist by @chaoticallywriting

by @jasonsmirrorball - if i can't have you, baby , i'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror & so many more

Back home , Married for Love by @multific

by @mrsgrwy - Why d’you only call me when you’re high , What a wicked game to play & so many more

by @sapphire-writes - The Things We Do For Love , Teach Me & so many more

by @valeskafics - Can't Fight This Feeling , Friends with Benefits & so many more

Obsession by @adelusionalwriter

Nameday Series by @written-in-flowers

There are so many more that I love, so always check my reblogs because there are so many incredible writers on here & I love them all!

#fic rec #fic recs #hotd smut #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen ii #aemond x you #aegon targaryen x reader

[jasonsmirrorball]

call me your fool (i only wanna be with you) [686]

love's physical manifestation comes on a late night. gn!reader, very little dialogue, physical (non sexual) intimacy, feeling so lovesick you cry, established relationship.

Jason smells like lemongrass when he joins you on the bed. His hair is wet, and you squirm when he crawls between your legs to press his face into your stomach, tepid water bleeding through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt and chilly against your skin. You can feel his mouth curl up into a smile when you whine his name but he refuses to move, instead settling comfortably in the cradle of your hips like it's home.

"You need to go dry your hair," you demand, looking down from your phone but he only mumbles something unintelligible, nosing at the softness of your stomach. You can't make out the words, but his tone teeters on petulance – he's staying where he is.

The rest of him is warm and baby soft, the skin of his bare torso yielding under your touch as you skim your free hand down the back of his neck to his back. Various scars litter his back, pale with age, some still healing, waxy pink and puckered from where he'd stitched himself up. You pass your fingers over them absentmindedly, and he sighs into the side of your ribs, heat diffusing through your shirt and fading as quickly as it had come. The smell of his new soap reaches your nose, a gentle cloud that spills out into the room from the open doorway of his bathroom.

He says little tonight, drowsy in the low light and late hour. Patrol had been mostly uneventful, you gather from the easy kiss he'd pressed to your brow when he'd returned. Only the bathroom light remains on, a soft yellow whose hum would be more fitting in that of a gas station bathroom. It pools against the carpet of his bedroom floor, sinking into the woven fabric and gathering atop the strands – it's a cheap imitation of sunlight, but you could easily imagine it carrying the warmth of a mid afternoon sunspot.

Quietly, you count Jason's breaths in time with the hum of the light, setting your phone down to smooth his hair back. The curls flatten momentarily, giving under your palm before springing back. You can smell the conditioner you'd left in his shower on his hair, the notes of your hair cream mingling with it. The notion of him poking about your things, silly as it is, has your throat closing up, affection so thick it stings your eyes making your nerves burn.

I love you, you think, looking down at him despairingly. Mouth curving down into a pout, lips trembling, you crane forward to press a kiss to his temple. Strands of white hair return your affection, brushing against your cheek like a lover's hand and you take a breath.

Somehow, as if knowingly, Jason turns to kiss your palm. Emerald eyes flutter open, electric even in the low light as he peers up at you. Water pools in your own eyes, collecting in your lash line and spilling forward down your cheeks.

Salt and longing blur your vision as he pushes up to hover over you, an arm tugging you further down into the mattress until you're splayed against the sheets. Water trails down the sides of your face, and he draws close, nose brushing against yours.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to, lowering his face to kiss your cheek. It's whisper soft, the press of his lips against your skin. Time slows to a crawl, stretching out to grant you this moment as they caress the tracks on your face. A kiss for each tear spent, love is returned to you in tender brushes.

You close your eyes, lashes tacky and a breathy hiccup crawling its way up your throat. Jason, yours in every sense and knowing to expect it, swallows it sweetly with a hum. His nose bumps against yours – I'm here. I'm here, and I love you.

When the tears subside and you crack open your eyes, he encompasses your entire field of vision. Your world begins and ends in teal and it smiles at you, brilliant and lovestruck.

"Let's go to bed, angel."

hi hello how are you? this is the first thing i've written in what feels like an age but i think it's fitting for the lovesickness i've been plagued with the last three weeks. everything makes me feel so incredibly soft lately and life feels so very tender. thinking of love makes me want to weep, but in a good way. i hope this makes you feel as lovesick lovestruck heartsick as i've been feeling, and i hope the world is being kind to you, wherever you are. the title is from only wanna be with you by hootie & the blowfish, which i've been listening to on repeat since sometime in january. anyway, i hope you enjoyed this.

#banner by enchanthings #jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #x reader #jason todd fanfiction

[theold-ultraviolence]

omg irma i literally saw the horror movie character thing floating around my dash and i was so keen for it to eventually come around and for you to do it bc it’s so you!!!!

Aaaaaah bestie!! That one is SO SO COOL, ngl I had seen it around too and was hoping someone would tag me, and I was too excited when I was tagged lol! Can’t wait to see how yours turns out 🤩

#jasonsmirrorball #lovely asks

[arcielee]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

Here is my ode to other fandoms outside of ASoiaF, as well as the collection of Ewanverse writers who I just fucking adore.

Read more to save space!

The Last Kingdom

@itbmojojoejo You are such a talented writer and I adore your new hobbies/obsessions? Your gif creations are fucking wonderful and you are just an utter gem all around. 💜

Some of my favorite TLK writers also include: @bhxrdy @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @sihtricfedaraaahvicius

I also adore the screenshots shared by @transfinan and @dailytlk gifsets are so nifty!

@breanime is just wonderful. I enjoyed the rotation through fandoms and I always get excited to see what they are currently into. Also, their writing is fucking amazing. 💜

Stranger Things

@theold-ultraviolence I found them because of our mutual love for Aemond, but they also write for Eddie Munson and I just love them oh-so much. 💜

@runningmunson Your Aemond Targaryen stories brought me in, but I actually just adore anything you share with us. 💜

@uglypastels Your story Not Wholly Evil is what actually had me break away from HotD and dive into Stranger Things. Your prose is wonderful and I just devour it all. 💜

Other nifty writers for this fandom are @lovebugism @jo-harrington @whoahoney @word-wytch @storiesbyrhi

Misc.

@chiss-and-crackers It started with HotD, but I legit adore every fandom you touch and share. Your blog is definitely one of my favorites and you brighten my dashboard. 💜

@poetic-fiasco Thank you for rekindling my love for Loki/Tom Hiddleston. Your stories on ao3 are fucking wonderful and you have been so lovely all around. 💜

@evita-shelby Your pieces are enchanting and allow me to enjoy fandoms I am not even a part of. Also, your Tom Bennett story! Oh my. 💜

@4yvle1 art is absolutely breathtaking. Their HotD is what had me follow, but everything they create, their style is absolutely breathtaking. 💜

Other talented writers who have moved on from HotD, but I will read anything they write: @1800-fight-me @eddiemadmunson @jasonsmirrorball @annikin-im-panicin @killergirlfuria

Ewanverse misc.

@assortedseaglass I will repeat this as my damn mantra, but I just adore your prose. Your Billy Washington story is what won me over and I will read everything, anything you post! 💜

@babyblue711 You are seriously such a delight on this hellsite and your Salad Days story, Redemption, took me on an emotional ride. I am a fucking fan of everything you create. 💜

@helaelaemond You have absolutely won me over for the Helaemond ship with your writing, but the way you write other Ewanverse characters is so fucking brilliant. I just adore your prose so thoroughly. 💜

Another honorable mention for @myfandomprompts because their gif creations and their stories for Tom Bennett and Will [Salad Days] is just fucking wonderful. 💜

Same for @lonnson: your art, your writing, your weird fandoms that I cheer on every time I see them on my dashboard is just lovely. Like, I have to mention you twice. 💜

#☆ arcie's fic recs #i love my talented tumblr kindred spirits

[writervaul-t]

recommendations

***note: stories linked usually don't have smut or smut is written in later parts***

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[ osferth ]

witchling series by @targaryen-realness

"what's going on in that head of yours?" by @bookofbonbon

"i've never heard of such a stupid plan" + "give me your hand" by ↑

i will not fight by @fan-fantasies

you promise by @lazypeachsoul

"you make me question my faith" by @lazypeachsoul

babysitting by @osferth

baby fever by ↑

the river by ↑

all's fair by @mischiefmanaged71

late night idea by @lauwrite1225

tinderbox of a heart by @aphroditesmoon

losing my religion by @kitkatscabinet

your hurts are my hurts by ↑

what good neighbors do by @polkadotsocks1993

because of you by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

[ sihtric ]

unattainable by @mystic-shadows42

sleepless nights by @lauwrite1225

entertaining royalty by @lady-writes20

[ aemond targaryen ]

i know yours by @bookofbonbon

through the ages by ↑

"just the two of us" by @spideymatcha

to make them love me (and make it seem effortless) by @dango-milk

see no evil, hear no evil by @dilemmaontwolegs

the center of my own existence by @awearywritersworld

little women by @aemonds-war-crime

this fic by ↑

bane of my existence, object of my desire by @jasonsmirrorball

i would die for you in secret by @aemondsbeloved

with him, at all times by @theold-ultraviolence

in a week by @womprat00

she was lovin' me, she was wantin' me by @astrumark

her voice by @targaryenrealnessdarling

dragonstone hollow by @oneeyedvisenya

[ jacaerys velaryon ]

under the weirwood by @targaryen-jpg

unexpected visit by @jacesbeloved

firstborn iii by @archiveofthe-dragon

replaceable by @aphroditesmoon

the day the sun met the sea by @dearsnow

[ aegon ii targaryen ]

early riser by @solacestyles

as you are by @sunnysidelucida

earn it by @piecksbitch16

good grief by @bambimunson

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes by @syzrina

[ multi ]

living with the greens by @syzrina

playing with fire by @sapphire-writes

[ tom bennett ]

literally everything written from @mischiefmanaged71

this fic by @osferth

[ gaius ]

labyrinth by @bornbetter

border credit: @urdadsfavegirlblogger @firefly-graphics

#fic recommendation #osferth #aemond targaryen #tom bennett #jacaerys velaryon #the last kingdom #house of the dragon #world on fire

[flowerpotmage]

four characters that make me yell: ”MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN” !!! tagged by jason's gf @jasonsmirrorball and @adderess

This was hard?? Several men did not make it 😭 rip to joel and jason and matt and-

No pressure tags: @cardamumblessing @morning-star-joy @soft-girl-musings

#tag games

[fic-over-cannon]

A Soft Touch (pt. 1)

jason todd x f!reader (implied)

summary: when the pit brought jason back, it heightened all of his senses. he learns to live with that.

tags: mild body horror, sensory overload, mentions of offscreen violence, implied future relationship

rated teen | wc: 1.9k

a/n: dedicated to @jasonsmirrorball my beloved, who was just as excited about this version of jason as i was. part one is mostly a retrospective about how super senses would have impacted jason. the romance part of this story (and nsfw) will be in part 2 coming soon!

link to part 2, ao3 link

The Red Hood’s helmet isn’t just a precaution against an exposed secret identity or another piece of armour. It’s a necessity. It filters out sound, keeps out pungent smells and the associated tastes, controls light, and can restrict range of vision. For a regular person the helmet would be sensory deprivation of the worst kind. For Jason, it is the lifeline that keeps him alive to fight another day.

If anyone had asked Jason’s opinion before throwing him into the Lazarus Pit (not that he was in a fit state to respond, mind you) he would have told them that trusting a puddle of primordial green goo to know the limitations of the human body was incredibly stupid. Having come out of the experience irrevocably altered, he would point to his own body as an example of how much the pit didn’t know about humanity. Every scar he received before death had been removed (notably, the scars from after death were left untouched). He was over six feet tall when childhood malnutrition should have left him a good five inches shorter. His strength, rather than the result of packed on muscle and a good diet was definitely being supplemented by something unnatural. For a body built like a fridge, he was ridiculously light on his feet and agile. The physics of him just don’t make sense. Yet despite all of these changes, undoubtedly the worst was how all five of his senses had been heightened.

The Lazarus Pit burned through Jason Todd and woke him up screaming. It was the feel of it that was the worst sensation, the one that brought him up to consciousness first. The rough weave of his training pants grating against his skin like wire, clinging to his raw flesh with the dampness of the pit. Green water, oddly viscous and acrid, drenching his skin and burning like a grease fire. It drips down his nose and throat, the taste of tar and blood seared into his tongue, the scent of burnt hair and flesh imprinted into his nose. It drips into his eyes and brands them. The dark cave only lit by the green glow of the pool now so bright like it holds the light of one hundred stars. Burning and drowning and being flayed alive, Jason has no care for noise save that it deafens him. For those first few moments of awakening, Jason may as well have been truly deaf for the thunderous roar of nothingness in his ears. A rubber band snaps and at once his hearing is another ice pick to the brain. Voices that should have been a whisper ring through his skull and reverberate. The footsteps of shadows several floors away staccato through him. It is a living hell made worse by a screaming that won’t shut up. It is only when a slap cracks across his face (it feels like all the skin on his cheek has sloughed off) and the scream trails off to pitiful whines does Jason dimly recognize that the screaming was him. Two pairs of hands under his arms haul him to standing and it hurts oh it hurts. Iron meat hooks digging and clawing their way into him until he is too pinned to slip away. That is the start to the illustrious second life of Jason Todd, newly gifted.

As much training is dedicated to making Jason a better warrior, twice that is given over to training him to survive his own senses. It is rough, brutal work, dictated by trainers that have never felt the pit’s bite. It destroys whatever sanity he might have had left after his rebirth and he is grateful. He is remade with control, no longer a pitiful broken mind tied to a falling star, bracing to burn up on impact. He no longer aches at the feel of fabric on his skin, can smile and hold a conversation without wanting to claw the other person’s heart out for beating too loudly, can drink wine and not taste every molecule. He is so very grateful. But it is not enough. Talia warns him, in what might be her first true act of uncomplicated kindness to him, that those who have survived the pit don’t do well in places where life is concentrated.

Returning to Gotham is not the triumph he pictured. Within minutes of touching down he is on a safe house floor convulsing from sensory overload. The city, with its people and the machinery that houses them, is too much of everything. There are so many voices overlaid with construction and traffic, the chemical rot of the harbour suffocating him, sewage and putrid fish thick on his tongue, fluorescent lights tearing through the soft space of his eyelids. Gunshots and sirens and the tang of old blood. It takes every one of his years of training to stop seizing. It takes iron will like he hadn’t known since the early days to come back to himself. It takes days before he can control himself enough to come face to face with the shadows Talia sent with him. His first order: to bring him a motorcycle helmet. The helmet is black and stinks of cigarette smoke, visor slightly scratched. It is the most powerful relief Jason has ever known. His plans are delayed by months as he figures out the specifications for the Red Hood’s helmet. Design after design prototyped and discarded. The helmet helps, but Jason refuses to let it become his crutch. He practices, minutes at first and then hours, retraining himself to be able to exist outside the confines of the helmet.

He fails in his revenge against Batman and the Replacement, the insidious demands of his heightened senses unraveling all his patience and planning. Sends him into a murderous frenzy that nearly ends in another dead Robin. Ribs broken and face beaten in by his own father, all Jason can concentrate on is the sensation of drying blood flaking on his skin. Delirious, he thinks, so this is what they meant about the killing rage the pit hands out. It is only by the thinnest of chances that nobody dies at all and that his senses remain a secret.

Reconciliation is hard earned. He never quite gets around to telling anyone about his new ‘gifts’. Let’s them think him much more observant and tactically sound then he really is. Learns to identify the joyful thwip of Dick’s grappling gun, the steady drumming of Tim’s fingers on a keyboard. Jason memorizes the smell of Alfred’s hugs, a mixture of silver polish and baked goods. Starts to categorize all the different ways Bruce’s eyes on him feel physically.

Life doesn’t stop when his revenge does either. Jason rents an apartment as his semi-permanent safe house. Consciously decides to make it a home and learns the art of the DIY renovation. Blackout curtains go up first, followed by a soft blue on the walls (Jason may be sensitive to light now but he still can’t stand total darkness). Sound proofing comes next. He’s had a few close calls when the upstairs neighbour blasted music a little too loud and had had to restrain himself from killing them. The lumpy mattress gets replaced with memory foam and new sheets at a ridiculously high silk thread count he can’t quite believe he shelled out for. Through trial and error he finds a laundry detergent that doesn’t make him nauseous and celebrates with all the loads he’d put off. He finds joy in cooking again, running through all the recipes Alfred had taught him and appreciating them more for the new way the flavours tasted on his tongue. To his chagrin, he also discovers he hates the lingering smell of cooked food in his apartment after he’s done eating. A range hood fixes that problem but causes a new one with the rattle of the fan. Sound cancelling headphones quickly become his new best friend. Piece by piece his little oasis comes together.

Eventually Jason learns to share his little home. Stilted conversations in door frames turn into invitations for a drink turn into semi-regular dinners. Family movie nights start happening before Jason realizes it, all of the Robins, former and current, curled up in his living room. In the top kitchen cupboard on the left, a shelf gets dedicated to popcorn seasonings. Extra throw blankets get added to the sofa after Tim makes a remark about never making it through a movie night because the blankets are too comfy. Dick will show up cheerfully demanding a brotherly talk but Jason has realized that with the strategic application of cereal he can avoid talking about his own emotions. Alfred visits regularly, brings his own tea and a new recipe for the two of them to try together. Alfred never leaves without remarking on how well Jason keeps his home (and Jason never fails to flush at the compliment). Strangely enough it is when Bruce comes knocking that Jason feels the most sure footed in his apartment. Invites Bruce in politely and goes through the motions of hosting. It baffles Bruce a little, to see the Red Hood so domestic but it soothes the part of him that sat up all night with Jaylad when he was sickly. Bruce, in his own way, makes it clear that Jason will always be part of the family no matter where he chooses to live.

This latest point of reconciliation couldn’t have been timed any better. Only a few days later Damian turns up on the doorstep of the Wayne Manor. Bruce brings him by the apartment to introduce Damian to Jason, hoping that the two most recent additions will at least get along better than Damian and Tim’s first shaky interaction. It goes a little too well. Damian, unused to the sensory nightmare that is Gotham, takes two steps into Jason’s apartment and demands to stay with his big brother. Jason, intimately aware of how uncomfortable the transition from the orderly League compound to Gotham was, is only too happy to see Damian too. It takes a whispered fight of yes, I knew him, and no, I didn’t know who his father was before Bruce eventually has to concede that Damian will at least be spending some time in Jason’s home. The split transition makes establishing a life in Gotham much easier for Damian than it was for Jason. Jason can at least recognizes the signs of sensory overload, can guide Damian through it without the cruel methods of his former instructors. In caring for Damian, Jason comes to realize that he deserved worlds better than the torture disguised as teaching that he received. In preparing Damian to be a part of society, he realizes that he wants more out of life than being a controlled weapon too.

Jason waits, and he plans. After all, if he could design and execute a months’ long campaign to take over the Gotham underworld, surely he’s capable of getting a social life. He picks his first target with care, intending only to get used to being around people outside of scripted settings and his helmet. He chooses a small library two blocks from the apartment with an attached coffee shop, sets himself little goals for each day with the option to bail as soon as it becomes too much. In the span of two weeks he’s ready to move from using the library to sitting in the coffee shop. It’s a daunting task. The smell of the coffee beans, the hiss of the milk frother, and the quiet rumble of conversation prove to be too much for him on his first attempt. It’s as he’s leaving that a bright laugh floats above the din and stirs his curiosity. The next day has him right back at the coffee shop staring up at the chalk board menu. Sweat is starting to bead on his forehead and he could swear he can feel the vibrations of the coffee grinder on his skin. He is just about getting ready to leave when he hears the laugh again. Turns around and the owner of it is standing right behind him (how did she get so close without him noticing?!) beaming up at him.

And oh.

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