about me: i’m charlie! i’m pretty new to tumblr, so please please please tell me if i do something dumb. i currently love jason peter todd, laufey, slushynoobz, himym, mf doom, sonic pickle fries, and calico critters. i’m a senior in high school and a future woman in stem, and i’m mostly here to feed my jason obsession.
now playing: california and me — laufey
rules: minors, proshippers, and creeps dni!! also, please don’t steal my works, or put any of my works into ai.
requests: open! (if you request smut, prepare to be disappointed, because i only write it once in a blue moon)
i’m so surprised the jason fic was ur first request! it was so well written and in character for jason to act like a dickhead and not know how to take a girl on a date for valentine’s day :(
i can’t wait for the rest of the fics u come up with and have a good day <3333
willlll u write maybe Jason and reader get into an argument and he feels rlly guilty about it and tries to be forgiven
yes!! thank you for the rq nonnie <33
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for reasons wretched and divine
aka you and jason fight on valentine’s day
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jason’s violent. he’s volatile. angry, broken, his knuckles are littered with little red marks and bruises, his eyes shine green with a little bit of the darkness that lets his blood pump. he’s a fallen star, cratered in the center of a hellish abyss. his light, which had once been so bright, burns everything around him.
everything except you. you— the oasis, an angelic field, bright with a light that isn’t fire, an island he can take solace in beyond his life of ash and ruin. you tend to the burn marks under his skin, quietly soothing them with nothing but the love you give to him so freely, the adoration you press into his lips, the warmth you trace over his scars.
in the oasis, he isn’t violent. he isn’t volatile. he’s not angry, or broken, the scars on his knuckles begin to fade, the green in his eyes shines with the gift of life. he’s gentle, beloved, and happy. your light shines brighter than the sun, the rays pouring past his skin into his heart, healing him, making him whole. he’d stay there forever if he could. he doesn’t know why he leaves. he doesn’t know why he strays. you’re his home, the only person who nurtures the dying light of his fallen star, the only person who believes he could ever shine so brightly.
perhaps no amount of love can kill that fire. nothing can make him forget the sensation of burning alive, crawling out of a corpse and into a world that liked to forget him. he hates the burning in his chest, a flame that devours and destroys, who can never let him live in comfort, or understand peace. he runs from it, taking cover in your arms while you blow back the smoke. you’re the only one he wants to protect from the all consuming heat that controls him.
he isn’t always successful.
you don’t normally get angry. occasionally you’ll get distant, retreating into a shell for a day or two before you force yourself out of it, apologizing profusely and explaining your emotions with a tenderness that melts the ice thick between you.
but today, you’re livid. you feel the anger bubbling up in your chest, a sorry substitute for the sadness and betrayal that made tears burn against your eyes. it’s a sick feeling, really, and it’s probably magnified by the glass of wine you drank alone a few minutes ago when you heard jason’s bike pull in.
you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks when he walks in. shame. you feel small, sitting alone at the table, unable to look at him without that disastrous combination of fury and sorrow boiling over.
you feel like you don’t ask for much. you give everything you can to him, treating him with much more care than you do yourself. you drop everything when he comes to you, silently pleading for your arms to hold him close. you’ve learned when to give him space and when to deprive him of it— and rarely, very rarely do you ask him for anything, because his company is all you really want.
but it’s valentine’s day. or, it was. it’s the 15th now, somewhere around two in the morning. you’re tired. upset. disappointed. mostly, you’re hurt. you’re disgusted when you see him in that goddamned suit, hiding any emotions under that goddamned helmet.
“didn’t know you’d still be up.” he says, quietly. his voice is rough, scratchy from a night out on patrol. he quietly slides his helmet off, wiping the sweat from his forehead. you still can’t look at him, instead choosing to glare down at your empty wine glass.
you were very clear with jason. you didn’t hint, you didn’t play around, you told him: i want you to take me out for valentine’s day. just one day, you want to see the effort you give endlessly to jason given back to you.
“i didn’t mean to—“ he sighs, cutting himself off. he feels so far away, despite being no more than fifteen feet away. “valentines is a busy night. people get crazy. i got distracted.”
distracted.
you sniffle. “distracted?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows, your tone sullen.
he frowns. you can see it out of the corner of your eye, along with the fact he hasn’t put down his helmet yet. “look, i’ll make it up to you.” it sounds impersonal, a placation rather than an apology. that’s what gets you.
you stay silent, trying your hardest not to lose your temper.
“can we just not tonight? i’ve had a shit day—“
your eyes snap up to him. “are you serious?”
you could deal with the anger, the disappointment, the humiliation you felt while you scrolled through the instagram stories of your friends with boyfriends who care enough to honor a dinner reservation. but the dismissal pushes you over the edge.
he furrows his eyebrows, scrunching his face up like he’s annoyed. that pisses you off, makes you lose any semblance of coolness and boil over.
he grimaces. “it’s not that big a deal. i was out there saving people who needed actual help—“ he starts. you stand up from your chair, incredulous that this is even an argument, fuming mad.
“it was important to me, jason!” you yell, upset in a way that makes tears prick at your eyes.
he scoffs, crossing his arms. “i don’t have time for this.” your eye twitches.
you feel your fists ball up, a manifestation of your overwhelming frustration. “come on, jason!” you exclaim, shooting daggers at him with your eyes. “i ask for one thing— one night of your undivided attention, and you can’t give me that! it makes me feel like i don’t matter to you!”
“i’ve had a really shitty night, i really don’t feel like fighting right now.” he says, his voice firm, his eyes trained on you with the slightest hint of anger behind them.
you take a step closer, getting louder, madder. “too bad, because i want to fight! because you let me down, again!” you yell, your arms flailing around, trying to find your point without any direction.
“you know me, you know my life!” he yells back, finally getting upset, finally losing the grip he has on his temper, one he normally holds onto so tightly around you. “it’s not my fucking fault you got your hopes up! you should know that some things take priority over shit like valentine’s day!” he continues, slamming his helmet against the countertop. you flinch, but it doesn’t deter you.
“i do so much for you, i give up so much time and i put in so much effort, and all i wanted was a nice date and you couldn’t be bothered to show up!” you scream, your arms expressing more emotion than your face as they move around.
“my world doesn’t revolve around you! i told you i wasn’t relationship material, that i fuck up! but i have to be perfect for you or else it’s the end of the goddamn world!” he yells.
“i try—“
“no! you push, and you nag, and you make everything so much harder than it has to be! and then when nothing meets your impossible standards, it’s my fault!”
the tears that had been burning at your eyes spill over, cascading slowly down your red hot cheeks. you stop in your tracks, the fight draining out of you. jason knows you better than he knows himself, he knows your biggest insecurities revolve around being a burden, about being too much. and he used that against you to win a stupid fight.
you pause, trying to breathe without hyperventilating, hiccuping as you push air in and out. you look up at jason with a glare harsher than you knew you were capable of, ignoring the subtle regret in his eyes, or the way his muscles tensed with anxiety. you weren’t paying enough attention to see his heart break in his eyes, to notice how ruined he looked.
“get out of my apartment.” you say lowly, only when you’re able to collect yourself enough to speak without breaking down.
he pauses, flexing his hand open and closed, so close yet unable to reach out, before grabbing his helmet, opening the door, and slamming it shut behind him.
you didn’t know he stayed outside, ear pressed against the wood. you didn’t know he listened to your sobs, wiping away quiet tears of his own, wishing hell upon himself for how badly he hurt you.
he burned you. he couldn’t taken haven in your oasis forever, not when he was consumed with devastating fire. he’s not good, not the way you want him to be, not the way you think he is. he’s lived in that fantasy, the one where he’s the type of guy who would never hurt you, not the man he was tonight.
he’s disgusted by himself. how easy would it have been to apologize? you’re so forgiving, your arms always open wide with second chances, opportunities for him to pick himself back up. he’s convinced there’s no coming back, no way to claw himself out of this one.
you don’t see him for awhile. you don’t call, you try not to think of him more than you have to. you don’t go out, you just sit there, hurt, lying in bed trying to sooth the burns underneath your skin. you have no idea jason is destroyed, a wreck of guilt and regret, a ball of self hatred and hurt.
he doesn’t know why he does this, why he bites. why he hurt the one person who actually puts up with him, the one person he can’t help but love.
he knows he’s not who you deserve. he’s the kind of guy who waits out later than he thinks you’ll stay up because he didn’t want to disappoint you on valentines. he’d never been in a relationship before, he didn’t realize that reservations filled up, flowers sold out, and he’d be the only sucker left in gotham who couldn’t figure out how to give you the night you wanted.
and then he came back and saw you, staring down at the table, your eyes red, and his heart shattered. he should have apologized, fallen to his knees and held you close, done anything he could have to make it up to you. why didn’t he?
but he yelled at you. no, he hurt you, and then he yelled at you. he made you cry. he made you feel like his dumbass shit was your fault, when all you did was love him and care about him and ask for nothing but the bare minimum.
he has to make it up to you.
so, he uses his key while you’re at work, buying the nicest flowers he can afford, cooking your favorite dinner, lighting a thousand little candles around the apartment.
of course, disaster struck.
maybe he got distracted while he was cooking, nervous in a way he had never felt before, nervous that he had no chance of being forgiven. he tried his best to perfect the meal, but he failed to notice that the flame from one of the candles was a tad too close to the expensive bouquet he had set in the center of the table until the smoke alarm went off.
the ordeal of the fire meant that he neglected the nice filet of salmon sitting on your stove top, being cooked in just enough heat to start a grease fire when neglected, which he failed to notice until he finally got the fire extinguisher to work on the flowers, making a mess of your apartment.
he didn’t notice the pan fire until after you walked in, your eyes wide in panic and surprised when you noticed the smoke and fire and jason destroying your apartment.
“don’t worry!” he grunts, spraying the fire extinguisher on the stove, effectively putting out the flames. he sighs, grimacing at the mess he managed to make.
you pause, your eyes darting around the apartment, taking in the smoke and scorch marks that hadn’t been there when you left for work. you close the door and set down your purse on the small wooden table by the door, pressing your lips together in a small frown while jason looks at you like a puppy who just did something bad.
“i…” you start, but you have no idea what to say. “are you trying to burn down my house?” you ask, a bit shocked. he frantically shakes his head.
“i’ll clean it up, i— fuck. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to fuck this up.” he says, frowning. he takes a deep breath, looking down, embarrassed. “i was trying to make it up to you. late valentines or whatever, but the flowers caught on fire and then dinner did too and— shit. i’m a jackass, okay? i shoulda taken you out, made you feel special, because you’re my… cause i care about you, and you deserve to be treated better than i made you feel. i made you cry, a-and that’s eating me alive, ma, i… i’m really sorry. i wanna make this right. you don’t burden me, at all, you do so much and i was just taking out my guilt on you cause i felt bad about ruining your valentines, which you didn’t deserve, cause i’m the jackass. you shouldn’t ever let me talk to you like that.” he continues, firmly. “i wanna make you happy, i love you. i’m so sorry.”
his eyes flicker back up to you, red from his cheeks to his chest. your shoulders fall, releasing a mound of tension that had sat on you since the day of the fight. your eyes flicker from jason, who’s staring at you with overwhelming anxiety, to the fire extinguisher foam on your table, to the smoke clinging from your roof, back to jason. you feel tears welling up behind your eyes, this time not because of anger or sadness or disappointment, but because you’re truly touched by the… attempt at a gesture, and the speech he gave.
“i’m gonna let you clean this up, while i go get ready for the date you’re about to take me on, okay?” you say, smiling softly at him.
he lets out a soft sigh of relief, grinning back at you. he gently drops the fire extinguisher to the ground, crossing the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours.
“you’re amazing.” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss against the top of your head while he pulls you into his chest. your arms surround him as well, holding him close for the first time in too long.
“don’t think i’m gonna let you forget about this one.” you say, grinning against him. he pulls back a bit, only to lean down, his lips a breath away from yours. his hands slide down to your waist, his palms sitting at your hips.
“wouldn’t dream of it.” he says, his eyes flickering green as they meet yours again.
the moment you go to say something more, his lips are against yours, swallowing your breath. he’s soft, taking his time exploring your mouth because he hasn’t been able to in a painstakingly long week. his hands move around your body, one cupping your cheek to keep you close to him, the other lightly playing with the skin of your thigh.
he pulls away for a second, just one, his touch nothing but gentle, holding you like he never wants to let go. “i missed you.” he says, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face. he presses a quick kiss against your nose, “i love you.”
you grin, basking in his warmth as he soothes your burns, sucking soft marks into your skin before he insists you go and make yourself pretty for a night you’ll never forget.
while jason is fire, made of flames that burn and destroy, around you? his fire is nothing but a hearth that keeps you safe and warm. you’re his paradise, a place he cannot destroy, a place he would never dream of burning.
you make him the man he dreams of being. no, he cannot burn you, he burns for you. and he’ll never let himself forget it again.
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1. this is my first rq on here!! im soooo happy and i think it turned out pretty well!! :) i’m looking for more writer mutuals, so plsplspls if u write dc and want moots i am hereeee
2. i’ve never really written fighting before, so i tried to make it realistic. i read a lot of fights where either one character is extremely flawed or they try to make both characters flawless, which i don’t exactly agree with. jason can be an asshole for sure, he is the most traumatized character on the planet, so i tried to write both characters with justifications for their actions but still kinda acting like dicks yk. i hope u enjoyed !!
touring a school in california and like oh my god it’s not fair. my options are concrete jungle with slightly better education in a red state or one mile from the beach in the middle or the red woods ten thousand miles from home
jason todd who takes up flower biology, studying what flowers are in season at what times so he knows exactly what to get you. only the best for his pretty girl.
in early spring, he makes you daisy crowns and gives you daffodils, adorn in shades of bright yellow to pale white, primroses, violets and harebell. all displayed in that lovely vase he watched you eye in the boutique last week.
in the summer, there's a fresh bowl of strawberries and sliced mango next to a vibrant bouquet of calendula, pink and yellow lantanas, white zinnias, and transvaal daisies. you share lemonade and try it with rosemary blossoms because apparently they're edible.
in the fall, along side alfred's wonderfully made pumpkin pie, there is a bunch of orange chrysanthemums and goldenrods. and he gives you a vase of snowdrops and lenten roses in the winter. not without a kiss underneath the mistletoe though, of course.
you have a journal, multiple actually, full of every different flower he has given you, all pressed against the pages. you write each other love notes, and sometimes jane austen quotes, between the free space.
biter with sharp canines !! like this man has fangs and it's both cute and hot.
wavy hair, but he doesnt define his curls much, he doesnt have time for that. and he has is helmet on almost all the time, so his hair end up flat sometimes lmao which makes the curls worse.
not that his hair isn't pretty but it could be better, you know ?
however he lets you define his curls when you both lay together, and your hands find their way in his hair —like it always does when your together. even lets you buy curls products. his hair is way better since you guys are together.
thoughts on tattoo and piercing : i saw someone saying it's like personalizing your character. but i feel like jason doesn't feel like he owns his body anymore. so it could both be a way to try and reconquer his body, or he wouldnt do it because there's no point.
either way i like sleeves tattoo probably (he would so let you color it). and i like tattoo that cover/follow the line of his autopsy scar like the all caste tattoo.
and piercing i like a few ones on the ears. and now that i think of it, a tongue piercing would be REAL hot. perhaps one on the brow too.
private but not secret relationship with jason todd.
jason with a picture of reader in his wallet. he is old fashioned like that.
and while on patrol, he tends to keep a picture of you in the pocket inside his jacket, near his heart. he claims it protect him. (he would definitely sit somewhere after a patrol, all beaten up, and he'd take out your picture, whispering a thanks for keeping me safe as if you were his own personal godess)
«I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.» - Normal People. (one of my fav quote !!)
like, come on, this man literally greet his bed, of course he speaks to a picture of you.
bonus point if you write a note at the back of the picture. makes this grown man melt.
and you do actually keep him safe, because every night he has to make sure he comes back to you.
speaking of ! he would literally crawl into bed with you. he'd discard his helmet and gear, letting them fall on the floor — he'll take care of it in the morning, all he wants for now is to hold you. if he's not too tired he'll take a quick shower before crawling into bed with you.
temple kisses, so that he can smell your shampoo. but honestly he just turns his head when holding you and reach to kiss without really carrying where it lands — you mouth, your hair...he loves it all anyway.
im 100% sure he gives you a little "trinket" to use as a keychain, and you like just have to press it if you're having trouble, and it'll send him your location. he'll be there in less than a minute top.
hinge is so evil like you go to my school with me!! i saw you in the hallway!! you follow me on instagram!! why are you liking me on hinge you can just talk to me!!
just saw this video of a huge dog biting his human's leg bc he’s just excited and wants to play and uhhh
thinking about the huge, fluffy, puppy of a werewolf that is jason todd.
now, to be clear; fully turned werewolves are usually smaller as a canine than their human selves. most clock out at around the size of an eastern timber wolf, with the tallest ones reaching up to 6 feet in length.
but werewolf!jason todd was brought back from the brink of death using a supernatural puddle of water.
the same puddle that made him come back just a little bit.. unconventional.
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