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[minorlyatfault]

𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ! j. todd x reader

𝓢ynposis: jason doesn't like it when you're away. but he doesn't like it. & after an entire week without you, he's clinging by his fingernails. the moment you step through the door, he's all over you▰gripping, kissing, taking every second you were away back. he's needy, desperate, & legit refuses to let you leave. not that you mind.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc. my 2 am writing. angst(?????). making out.

𝓝otes:

001. hozier is today's savior.(he's everyday's saviour.)

002. straight fucking A's!! dawg, my grades in math & science were surprisingly high.

003. all i need to do now is to make my research teacher realize that my research is actually difficult & not "simple"

004. won't post the pomegranate one 2day or anytime now(bc i don't like it) so take this uhh,,, old worknofmine.

005. inspo of the work was this art by @/ciricearts (idk if it's noticable tho. THSIS BYT SUCKS)

jason was gonna die.

the apartment was too silent.

too vacant.

you were supposed to be away for a week. you let him know in advance, reassured him that it was just business, that you’d call when you could, that you’d be home before he knew it. he told you something like, “yeah, i’ll be okay,” & acted like he wasn’t already in dread of it.

but he was not okay. not even remotely.

it began small. the first two days, he told himself it wasn’t so bad. he stayed busy▰hit the gym, went on patrol, even managed to get through a few chapters of that book you’d been pestering him to read

he even maintained his texts to you as usual, casual, joking with you about how dull work must be without him there.

then, on day three, the apartment felt too large.

by day four, he was walking back & forth.

on day five, he was restless, checking his phone so much that it was a habit. the messages were still arriving▰briefly worded, bittersweet, i miss you’s & i love you's that should have sufficed▰but they didn’t. not if you weren’t present. not when the bed was cold, when his hands had nothing to grasp. not when you're not seated in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, smothering him with kisses. forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, chin, jaw, neck. none.

by day six, he realized how terrible this was.

because jason todd didn’t wait. he didn’t wait around. he was accustomed to solitude. he had been in solitude for so long before you even entered his life. & now, without you, it seemed like something within him was collapsing.

which brought him to now.

the seventh day.

jason slumped on the couch, tapping his fingers on the armrest, head resting in his hand. his eyes were tired from sleep deprivation, jaw aching from clenching. he was tired but fidgety, too tense in body to even consider resting. his phone rested on the coffee table, its screen black, & he despised the way he couldn’t stop looking at it, as if it would come alive if he stared hard enough.

it was pathetic.

he pulled a hand across his face, exhaling harshly. this was absurd. he had endured worse. he had died. & yet, all of that paled in comparison to this▰the crushing feeling of missing you.

then, the door opened.

his head jerked up so quickly it hurt.

the moment he saw you cross the door step, he was in motion.

he didn’t even give you time to greet him.

a moment you were putting down your bag, & next, jason was on top of you. his hand curled around your wrist, pulling you toward him so sharply you were caught off guard & gasped in shock.

“jay▰?”

his arms were caging you in before you could get another word out.

the tension in his body crackled the instant he felt you pressed against him. his face pushed into your hair, fingers grasped deep into the folds of your shirt, his body actually shuddering with relief.

“you’re back,” he stated, voice roughened.

you blinked. “yeah, i am.”

jason remained still. just held you, arms trapped around you, locked tight in case you walked away. you sighed softly & tried to diffuse his stress with a gentle stroke of your hand up his spine.

“missed me that much, huh?”

jason exhaled.

& then he destroyed you.

his lips slammed into yours, hands holding your waist like a starving man. you hardly had time to catch your breath before he was kissing you like he’d been waiting an eternity. & in a sense, he had.

his desperation seeped into each motion. his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you shiver. his lips opened against yours, hot and insistent, his breath thick as he pressed you against the door.

you gasped against his mouth. “jason▰”

“don’t,” he said, not allowing you to speak. “not yet.”

his hands sneaked up your sides, fingers tracing whatever he could trace, remembering you all over again. his body against yours, & you could feel the raw tension in him, the way he was only just keeping himself together.

he kissed you again. more aggressively.

as if he could reclaim every second you’d been away.

your fingers wrapped around the collar of his jacket, pulling him in, & jason groaned at the touch. his lips left your mouth to graze your jaw, travel down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.

“you have no idea how much i missed you, doll.” he whispered against your skin.

you swallowed hard, head thrown back. “i think i’m getting the idea.” jason let out a harsh laugh before nipping at your collarbone, & you gasped. his arm around you tightened, as if he wasn’t yet certain you were real, that you were truly here.

“you left me,” he whispered, his voice low & accusatory. your palms crept up to cup his face, making him meet your gaze. his pupils were dilated, cheeks flushed, lips puffy from how intensely he’d kissed you.

“i came back,” you whispered.

jason’s face relaxed, just a fraction. but then his hands tightened around your waist, drawing you into him so tightly there wasn’t even an inch of space remaining between you.

“never leave for that long again,” he grunted. your heart tightened at the yearning in his tone. the vulnerability. jason never wanted to admit when something hurt▰but here he was, all but pleading with you to never leave him again.

you kissed him, gentler this time. slow & sweet, fingers intertwining in his hair.

jason took a trembling breath against your lips, as if he was only just allowing himself to breathe.

“i missed you too, jay,” you whispered.

jason drew a harsh breath, forehead against yours. “not as much as i missed you.”

you smiled, stroking your thumbs across the bags beneath his eyes.

“you need sleep.”

jason scoffed. “what i require is to catch up on a week of lost kisses.”

you laughed, running a hand through your hair. “jay▰”

he shut you up with another kiss, one that was more languid. more in check. like he was indulging himself.

“i mean it,” he grunted. “you’re not leaving me like that again.”

your heart tightened. you know jason had issues with abandonment, that too much time alone threw his head.

you should’ve known how much this was tormenting him.you cupped his face, touching your lips softly against his forehead.

“i’m not leaving,” you vowed.

jason exhaled the breath he had been holding, his whole body relaxing against your own.

“…good,” he grumbled. “because i’m not losing you.”

& you knew that he did not say it out of bravado.

jason would not let you out of his eyesight.

you awoke to jason rolled around you, face buried in your neck, arms tied so tightly around you it was almost choking.

you rolled over slightly, only for jason to moan and hold you closer.

“jay, i have to▰”

“no,” he grumbled, mouth against your skin.

you let out a breathless chuckle. “you’re ridiculous.”

he huffed. “you left me for a week.”

you rolled your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. “i’m right here.”

jason grumbled something incoherent before nuzzling deeper into you.

“…you’re still not allowed to leave.”

you sighed, but there was a smile on your face.

jason todd▰your big, scary red hood▰

was the clingiest man on earth.

not that it's a bad thing.

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[gayestsimp]

Decaying Life

A/n: This is… the first thing I have ever wrote… hope you all like it- and kinda a prologue/start if I continue this story- and two things- if you have any improvements I can make or implement in the future, let me know! Second- the reader/character is based of Tomura from MHA (kinda-)

Words: 830

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In a lone room of a poor apartment building had a singular boy, his knees pressed against the floor with his hands bawled into fist and just resting on his pants, though they were covered in blood, his eyes almost soulless and devoid of life. Eyes scratched at, and rough all around the skin.

Beneath him was a pool of blood, containing large chunks of flesh, almost like a puzzle that has been broken apart- and if it was put together, the entire and full picture of what, or who it once was could be seen.

That thing, the puddle of blood is- was his mother. All that remains was that pool of blood and pieces of what used to be a a loving woman, the same woman that tucked (Name) in his bed every night, read him stories, showed him foods, provided the very best she could possibly with little money… so to see her becoming nothing a few seconds by his very hands? It caused the boy to scream, shrieking out- not stopping, even when it felt like glass was scraping against his throat, cutting away as he pushed himself back and away from the bloody sight. The only break coming from the building pressure and gags before throwing up, a few times, leaving the boy panting and tired… he felt so weak.

(Name) slowly got him self up, finally able to stand on his own two feet, legs wobbling and slowly making his way to the kitchen, a turning still in his stomach and threatening to release once more. Slowly arriving to the kitchen and grabbing a towel, slowly placing his hand on it, and when each finger was placed on it… it too would crumble into little pieces, breaking apart. (Name) would notice, despite his young age, that it was destroyed after all his fingers were placed on it, so he would carefully grab it while keeping one finger off- wiping away at the blood on his hands and than the vomit on his lips.

Soon enough, the silence that was brought upon by the stop of (Name)’s screams was broken and shattered with a knock on the door.

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(Name) sat along side with the commissioner of the police department. Jim Gordon. The man attempting his best to comfort the boy… but all (Name) could hear was a buzzing and ringing that would bounce inside his hearing with each word the man spoke, his fingers clutching against his palms, stuck in a fist.

Not that long ago… or was ages ago by now? Neither man or boy could remember, but a blood sample was taken, to find and discover any possible relatives that could take him in. And when it was discovered, a single officer took away Gordon to discuss with the man about the findings. Leaving (Name) alone, his mind going back onto a loop of what happened… unable to forget what happened to his mother. What he did to his mother… al he wanted was to crawl into her lap and cry out, shout out his apologies and beg for her to come back, but yet, he cannot do that… he will never be able to do that.

Minutes felt like they would pass, (Name) still unable to listen or pay attention to any of the voices speaking to him, his mind focused on his mother still, remembering her face and how much joy it brought the boy, and her voice that always put him to sleep or comforted him from a nightmare, or to,d to stop scratching at his skin- as it would only itch more… but now that voice was replaced by a silence, a deafening silence that could easily eat at him.

But than something broke through, a presence making itself known, and looking up, the boy could see an older and more dignified man, one that held a soft face and placing a hand on the small boys shoulder, having brought himself down to meet the boy on an equal level, a boy that reminded him of another one. “Hello Master (Name), I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of your father, Master Bruce Wayne.” He spoke, looking at the boy with a gentle and soft smile, observing his condition for anything out of the blue or strange. After finding nothing, the older man would carefully help (Name) up- taking note that the boy didn’t extend a hand out to be held, keeping the, bawled up into first with white knuckles- slowly though, the boy would move towards the vehicle that the older man drover, being sat in a seat and carefully buckling himself in, with Alfred looking at the boy, looking up at the interior rear view mirror to see the boy. “I do apologise your father cannot be one the to welcome you Master (Name), but he is rather busy at the moment, so do please forgive him… I do hope you will enjoy your life in the manor.”

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[prlssprfctn]

Hello!! I'm the one who asked about what you think about Jason being the favorite robin(child) of the rogues. That is actually my first time asking. I love the headcanons and narrations you wrote about! Now, I'm kind of thinking about Jason being an top of the random lists that Tim has in the Batcave like?

Children, adoptees or wards? (Do adults count? - Dick)

Jason - lost count after 100 homeless kids under his care and in his illegal but safe orphanages, rapidly increasing to an unhealthy number 500(Tim wrote it).

Bruce - 17??? (Are we?-Dick)

Dick - 1 (Does Damian even count? - Jason)

So on...

Jobs Legal or illegal

Jason - Illegally employed: Crime boss, drug lord. Etc...

Legally employed: Doctor(Since when?-Bruce), Nurse(I'm asking since when?!!!-Bruce), Librarian(Where ?!!!-Babs). Teacher(Where?!!!-Damian(He is not letting go of the chance to let go of Jason's teaching). (Jason just went to get employed by every job possible to keep the money and funds coming... Ain't No Way. He's asking Bruce for money)

Bruce- CEO

Tim- Co-CEO

Dick- Cop

Certificates

Jason with the help of Talia reviving his paper documents. - He filled the whole living room with Diploma, PHDs and Certificates that is definitely real (no hacking required)

Bruce, Tim and Dick just hang their Gotham High school diplomas above the fireplace...

Alfred is removing some of Jason's certificates to the library to make room for Damian, Steph, Cass and Duke.

And every other random list

Funnily enough there is a calendars in the Batcave and Kitchen. Each calendar has a significant person. And only Jason's calendar is filled with notes of events, next to him is Tim after Tim it's Bruce.

Like:

Dick- Hey... Jay what does the assassin meeting mean?...

Jason- ...

Dick- Jay... What about the mercenary meeting?

Jason- ...

Bruce- What does a magical assassin's meeting mean?!!

Everyone- Jay... JAY!!!

Jason slowly disappears like the disappearing meme that Tim always shows and it came to bite him in the ass.

Jason finally uses the magic spells that the sorcerer he bullied to teach him to good use...

giggled—

Jason-overachiver-Todd. his overachieving is on that level when he doesn't even realise it, he just automatically volunteers and does everything and anything.

(shh, it is his way to make up for all years he missed while being homeless and dead).

also, Tim makes the most specific, strange lists, too. like, about random things, really.

"who died the most in the family?"

1. Jason [25 times]

(Bruce: ?????? WHAT)

2. Bruce [15 times]

3. Dick and Damian [1 time]

4. Steph [0.5 time]

"who owns the most hobby clubs and community groups?"

1. Jason [48]

(Tim: Okay, reading and theatrical stuff is one thing, but CROCHETING? THE ANONYMOUS CENTRE OF PEOPLE FREE OUT OF COMA???)

2. Dick [33]

3. Alfred [12]

4. Bruce [1]

(Damian: Father, I don't think League of Justice counts for a community group...)

also, Jason unlocking another magical powers along the way is so fun, especially if he can disappear randomly sometimes. like, he is in the middle of an argument with Bruce? whoops — and he is gone.

[marveldcfandom]

Y/N wakes up from a crazy hangover and find that he & Zatanna slept together bare.

Y/N: That was a crazy night.

Zatanna: (giggles) You have no idea.

As Zatanna shows her wedding ring.

Y/N: Oh my god, I’m married my girlfriend.

Zatanna: (giggles) Till Death do us apart.

Y/N: I love you so much.

As they share a kiss passionately & tenderness.

For @fandomnerd9602

[fandomnerd9602]

y/n assisting zatanna and wanda his wives with the magic show but they all just wanna go makeout in the back

Y/N comes backstage to Wanda and Zatanna…

Y/N: the stage is set for you babes. You got five minutes.

Wanda: no we don’t.

Y/N: what?

Zatanna raises her wand…

Zatanna: EZZERF EMIT

Time freezes around the three of them…

Zatanna: we got all the time

Wanda: and we wanna spend it with you

The girls playfully shove Y/N onto the couch and take turns kissing and nuzzling them…

[alex-blanc141]

Hell ya

which version of jason todd are you?

[melis-writes]

JOKER 2: FOLIE À DEUX (2024) | Dir. Todd Phillips

[berrywrites-fanfic]

My second fanfic. Got the idea like this:

Me: *Ballerina walking to the kitchen past 3 a.m. for water*

My brain: Here me out, ROTTMNT and DCU

Me: .......Let's do it.

My last WIP:

Anyways, Rise of the TMNT and DCU, focusing on chaos and found family is up on ao3. Please Check it out and give your feedback.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63329116

Title: Appreciation Plushies to Found Family

Summary:

DCU is a chaotic world of heroes, villain, time travel and delicious cookies.

What do we get if we drop the chasotic, magical, mutated, teenage turtles with a penchant for ninjutsu into the mix?

Found family and Jason's case-shrine thing being used as an impromptu pinata.

A one-shot featuring various non-chronological snapshots of the Rise boys interacting with DCU.

Question: Can a 17767 word fic be uploaded on tumblr? Without crashing it? I'm new here so an answer would be appreciated.

[moonchildedits]

Scenes from Superman III The Kryptonite Cut fanedit. It can be requested over at r/fanedits here.

[se-qo]

alfred gave them the sheets

[andrew-garfielld]

SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

[smallcloisville]

The contrast between both looks😍😍

[krayonimous]

David Corenswet as Clark Kent/Superman and Rachel Brosnahan as Lois Lane in Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[brandonlees]

V FOR VENDETTA 2005, dir. James McTeigue

[soranatus]

MISTER TERRIFIC, HAWKGIRL, METAMORPHO, & GREEN LANTERN In the Superman (2025) trailer