#ONE OF THE BOYS

[supertrxshwrites]

Thinking of You

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

(I think this will be a two parter,,I was listening to Thinking of you while writing this and it just poured out anyways enjoy :3)

Patrol was over and it was an average night in the bustling city of Gotham.

After a quick stop to BatBurger you and Jason took a seat on a rooftop that overlooked the traffic of downtown Gotham.

The slight breeze rustled Jason's hair as he took off his helmet,his scent blowing past you causing a chill to breakout

goosebumps up your arms.

You smiled a bit as he opened the greasy brown bag and handed you your burger.

"Thanks" you said as you began to unwrap it

"Aw it's no big." He said as he poured the fries into the bag and tore the top of it off to make a makeshift bowl for them.

You took a big bite and your legs dangled over the edge of the rooftop.

You looked down at the amber colored lights that lit up the sidewalks below and the red glint of break lights in the congested traffic. You looked up and found him staring at you, a smirk before taking a bite of his own burger.

"What?" You chirped

"What-what" he said with a laugh

"You're staring" you said knowingly

"Actually you're staring, sweetheart" he said with a chuckle and a slight eyeroll before taking another bite of his burger.

"Okay whatever, why are you looking at me like that" you said with a matter of fact tone.

"Like what?"

He said with a smile shaking his head as he looked down at the traffic that lit up Gotham thousands of feet down from the rooftop.

"Like...l dunno like you see me." you said over the crinkle of the wrapper to your burger

"I do see you"

He said softly bucking his head at you playfully before taking a bite of his burger and then sipping his drink.

"Hmph"

You smiled before responding as you kicked your legs back and forth over the buildings ledge.

"Okay then...what do you see?" You asked

"Well first-" he reached over taking your mask off gently before softly grabbing your chin.

"I see a lot of small scrapes and scars that you refused to let Alfred clean and stitch" he said as he turned your head left and then right gently as he inspected your small injuries.

"I'm fine, Jay. Now what else?"

You ask as you look at him.

"Hmm I see that you hold back when sparring with everyone else but me-"

You give him a punch to the shoulder.

"Hey! Watch it-" he says rubbing his arm

"I'm just saying, you give me special treatment is all" he says with a smile before standing up and reaching for your hand to pull you up shortly after.

"Yeah you're special alright" you say giggling with an eye-roll as you turn your head to look back at the view of downtown, when suddenly you feel his arm snake around your waist pulling you in closer.

Closer than usual, his blueish green eyes land on yours and for a moment Gotham is quiet. There's no traffic, angry city-goers, no crime. It's just you and him and just for a second you felt a full body chill as his finger tips grazed a bit of skin that was exposed from how your small zip-up lifted when you stood up. He held your gaze and just as you blinked so did he and you felt a drop of rain hit your forehead and then another and then it began to pour any food leftover would now remain soggy and your curly hair drooped and his stuck to his forehead.

"Y/n.." he spoke your name over the rain as he gripped onto you.

He darted his tongue out to lick his lips nervously.

"Yes?" You asked raising your brows.

"I think I might li-“ you're pulled away from what he's saying when you both are pinged from the batcave. You both pull out your phones to check the ping and for a second you catch each other gaze and realize how close you are.

He sputters out a cough to clear his throat as he steps away to grab his helmet from where he was sitting before.

“Ahem we uh..we should head out” he said flicking his head in the general direction of the bat-cave as he flipped his damp hair before pulling on his helmet.

“Yeah..uh right, Right!” You say as you shuffle to grab your mask before following him down a fire escape into an alleyway. It’s only a short walk to where his bike is parked, but it felt like hours due to the silence between the two of you. You tried to endure it but it was eating at you what he was going to say before you both were pinged.

“Jay?” You said darting your eyes in his direction as you stepped into an oily water mixed puddle.

“Yeah?” He spoke through his helmet the robotic effect on his voice ringing through the alley. You swallowed dryly as you both arrived to his bike that was tucked away with a spare helmet just for you next to it.

“Uh what were you going to say? Back there..on the roof?” You asked as your nerves ran through you like little fire crackers.

“Hm? Oh uhm..nothing. S’not important..we better get going, yeah?” He said tossing you your helmet as he started up his bike the engine roaring through the damp alley.

“Nothing? Is he serious?!” You said to yourself as you pulled on your helmet and slapped down the visor angrily before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. You swore you both had a moment then, the rain, the way he looked at you, The way he held you?

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself from under the helmet as Jason weaved through traffic as the amber street lights smeared past you while sprinklings of rain dripped down the visor of your helmets.

[maxdibert]

The way Hermione and Ginny talked about Fleur in hbp was so not girls supporting girls

Rowling’s narrative does not portray teenage girls as ordinary or typical. Instead, she idealizes a particular “not like the others” archetype. The only adolescent females she treats favorably are Ginny, Hermione, and Luna—each representing very specific types that diverge from the conventional mold of an average teen girl, whom she seems to dismiss.

For example, Cho Chang is depicted by Harry as overly emotional—a characterization that implicitly criticizes a 16-year-old girl for being inconsolable after a tragic loss. In stark contrast, Harry praises Ginny for not crying, framing her stoicism as both cool and badass. This contrast suggests that while displays of vulnerability are considered unattractive or even pathetic, the suppression of emotion, combined with a rough, “one-of-the-guys” attitude, is celebrated. In this light, Ginny functions as a classic “pick-me girl,” embodying the masculine fantasy of a girlfriend who behaves like one of the boys while also conforming to conventional standards of attractiveness.

Hermione, though a complex character with flaws unrelated to gender, frequently emphasizes her difference from “other girls” in her interactions with her housemates. She regards herself as superior to characters like Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters precisely because she rejects traditionally feminine interests—such as divination (akin to an interest in horoscopes), teen magazines, and idle gossip. Through Hermione, Rowling appears to denounce ordinary teenage girls who enjoy conventional, age-typical pursuits.

Luna, meanwhile, is not problematic in terms of behavior; rather, she represents a distinct ideal. Her eccentricity and uniqueness make her acceptable to her peers—implying that to belong to the inner circle, one must possess some unusual or special quality. Luna clearly fits the archetype of the manic pixie dream girl.

Fleur is portrayed as overtly feminine, somewhat pretentious, and exceedingly confident in her beauty and self-assurance. However, this portrayal is problematic because it appears that Rowling is critical of women who display high self-esteem. Fleur is undermined by other characters until she proves herself to be a devoted wife who lives entirely for her husband—a notion that echoes a traditional, subservient ideal. Molly Weasley, who embodies the archetypal “traditional wife,” reinforces this message by showing little tolerance for any young woman who deviates from conventional feminine behavior.

In summary, Rowling’s portrayal of female characters is constrained by narrow, idealized archetypes. Only those who conform to these specific, nontraditional molds—displaying stoicism, eccentricity, or an extreme form of femininity subordinated to a husband—are valorized. Meanwhile, ordinary teenage girls with conventional interests or natural emotional expressions are implicitly devalued.

Misoginystic as fuck Rowling. She clearly hates women.

[transbookoftheday]

One of the Boys by Victoria Zeller

Grace Woodhouse has left a lot behind. She used to have a great friend group, an amazing girlfriend, and a right foot set to earn her a Division I football scholarship--before she came out as trans. As senior year begins, Grace is struggling to find her place in early transition, new social circles, and a life without football. But when her skills as the best kicker in the state prove to be vital, her old teammates beg her to come out of retirement, dragging her back into a sport--into a way of life--she thought had turned its back on her forever. When a chance meeting cracks the door to college football back open, she has to decide how much of herself she's willing to give up for the game she loves.

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

One Of The Boys

YA contemporary

a trans girl adjusting to being newly out is asked to rejoin the boys football team, since she’s their best kicker

dealing with friendships, her complicated relationship with her ex, and what she wants to do with her life

[ribroses]

🍬katy perry moodboard🍬

requested by @i-miss-2013 !!!

[yakovsantucci]

[y0urfav0r1te-girl]

Loook what my sister just gave to me !!!

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

One of the Boys by Victoria Zeller

goodreads | storygraph

Grace Woodhouse has left a lot behind. She used to have a great friend group, an amazing girlfriend, and a right foot set to earn her a Division I football scholarship—before she came out as trans. As senior year begins, Grace is struggling to find her place in early transition, new social circles, and a life without football. But when her skills as the best kicker in the state prove to be vital, her old teammates beg her to come out of retirement, dragging her back into a sport—into a way of life—she thought had turned its back on her forever. When a chance meeting cracks the door to college football back open, she has to decide how much of herself she's willing to give up for the game she loves.

Mod opinion: I've read and enjoyed this book. Even though I am not super interested in sports myself and mainly picked this up since trans women are still a rarity in YA, I did enjoy this a lot.

[skatankata]

Drawfee sapphics

[loganslowdown4]

Quil, who has been one of Thomas’ producers for many many years, has written the prettiest song I’ve ever heard and it’s made me cry more than once already, please stream it anywhere

He writes beautiful music and I want more lol

[reibudraws]

Warmup Sketch :)

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[lgbtqreads]

New Releases: May 13, 2025

This post is sponsored by Penguin Random House Canada in honor of The Vinyl Diaries: Sex, Deep Cuts, and My Soundtrack to Queer Joy by Pete Crighton. Big hearted, funny, thoughtful, and wildly entertaining, The Vinyl Diaries is a celebration of sex, music and the discovery of our true selves. Buy it: Bookshop | Amazon | Indigo Continue reading New Releases: May 13, 2025