#jason todd x swiftie!reader

[soulsforsales]

Jason Todd x Swiftie Reader <3

(Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! reader who's a Swiftie!!)

(The mood board is simply for the ✨aesthetic✨ and has nothing to do with what the reader looks like!)

The first time Jason woke up to "Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift blasting in your living room, he could swear he woke up in the wrong house. But nope, there you were, wearing his shirt that kept falling off one shoulder, using the spatula as your mic while you twirled and swayed barefoot in the kitchen.

"Taylor Swift, seriously?" Jason had asked, leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low and his hair a mess.

And you had given him a look that could kill a man, "You got a problem with it?"

Jason immediately shook his head, palms raised. "Nope, not at all, just came to get coffee." With that, he picked a cup and kissed your forehead while you continued with the biggest smile and screamed the bridge of the song like your life depended on it.

This was new. To Jason, at least.

But seeing you like that—free, unguarded, singing off-key and performing poorly executed dance moves —did something to him.

Eventually, Jason picked up on your obsession with Taylor Swift. "Swiftie" is what you called yourself, and despite the face he'd made at that, Jason thought it was cute. (Honestly, anything you do would be cute to him, so whatever.)

Jason realized that Taylor Swift wasn't just a singer or a role model to you. She was someone more. Someone who'd pulled you through your hardest times, someone who'd been there when you felt alone, even if she was just singing songs on a screen. And Jason was grateful for that. He was grateful that you had her when he couldn't be there yet.

And the way you talked about her and her music? Oh, Jason was almost jealous of her, of Taylor Swift, of the smile she put on your face. (Stupid, right?)

Jason had noticed the absolute golden spark in your eyes (and heard your squeal) when she announced the "Eras Tour." He also noticed the spark diminish when you realized there would be no concert in Gotham, because, let's be honest, who would willingly come to this city?

You'd sulked about it, cursed Gotham, but you survived.

So, Jason, being the amazing boyfriend he is, decided to understand what exactly made you so obsessed with Taylor Swift in the first place.

And, despite contrary belief, Jason did have enough social media presence to know about her. Jason knew Taylor was kind, talented, famous as hell, and almost legendary.

He knew that you and Dick screamed to her songs in the car (honestly, Jason was not at all surprised when Dick knew every word to "All Too Well: 10 minute version." But, like, who even listens to a ten minute long song??), he knew that she made upbeat, badass songs that you danced to on the couch, what he didn't know was that she also made songs that you listened to when you sobbed at 3 am, clutching a pillow to your chest.

No one warned Jason that he would listen to "Archer" while casually cleaning his helmet and end up staring at the wall for straight fifteen minutes because he was never supposed to relate to that stupid song so deeply!

No one warned him that he would start liking it.

But, hey, if anyone asked, Jason could just drop the "my girlfriend is a big fan." Right?

Besides, the glow on your face when he unexpectedly sang the "Love Story" bridge with you made it all worth it.

But then, of course, Tim had to peek into his phone during a Patrol briefing while he was scrolling through edits you sent him sometimes and yell, loud enough for everyone to pause and stare, "IS THAT TAYLOR SWIFT ON YOUR PHONE?"

And the very next moment, Tim snatched the phone from Jason, launching straight into his Spotify and muttering something about blackmail.

Jason was sweating, Bruce looked exasperated (as ever), and even Damian smirked.

Dick, Steph, and Cass? They were proud.

When Jason got back home and narrated the incident to you, you laughed until your stomach hurt.

He watched you with the fondest, stupidest smile and realized he would do anything to have you laugh like that.

So, to Jason, it was just as worth it as listening to Taylor Swift while he bashed criminals' heads in.

(Notes: Let me know if you would like a continuation of Jason taking you to the “Eras Tour!!!”)

[kimberly-spirits13]

Hello loves I just wanted to pop on and give you an update

So my mom has cancer, I’ve mentioned it before but it’s genetic and inherited through the mother. I have to have genetic testing done to see about me having cancer and there’s a good/ slight chance that I have the cancer or will have it. There’s lots of other cancers and diseases that run in my family so this is also going to clear chances of me having those up a bit. Next Monday on the 26, I’m scheduled for an ultrasound because of my periods. There’s a chance I could have endometriosis or even cancer in my uterus, but they don’t think it’s cancer because I’ve dealt with this since I had my first period. My gynecologist said that it could range from just having thick uterine lining and imbalanced hormones to cancer so they have no idea. If I’m MIA for a bit, that’s why. I just have a lot of stress right now and even though I’m pretty secure in myself and all the possibilities because of my trust in God, I also am a bit nervous waiting for results and testing. I went with my mom to her doctor’s appointment yesterday for her scans and got sick thinking about having to deal with this and pay for treatment for the rest of my life but I know in my soul I will get through whatever happens. I love this little community and just wanted yall to know what was up

[kenobers]

Do you think Jason would like Taylor Swift?

you know, i don’t think she’d be quite his vibe but i don’t think he’d hate her. he’d definitely have his strong criticisms, however you won’t catch jason peter todd trying to tear down a powerful woman. and even if his personal preferences are different, he can acknowledge that good music is good music in any form.

if you like taylor, he’ll learn to appreciate her. he’ll make some kind of snarky comment about how you should play “real music” if you put her on, but it won’t be more than a jest. he might be a little judgmental, but he’s always going to want to learn more about you. digging into your music taste is a great way to do that without having to ask you too many questions.

and if he had to pick a favorite taylor album, it would be reputation - he’s likes the energy king of my heart brings to the table ;-)

[moo-moohead]

Jason Todd lovers who are Swifties (the Venn diagram is a circle) i propose we all just sit down and write a Jason Todd X Reader fic / one-shot based on But Daddy I Love Him

like now

like right now

[catinpinklace]

Jason Todd with a ‘swiftie’ s/o headcanon

Jason Todd (dc) x gender neutral swiftie! reader

warnings : english is not my first language, so there’s probably a grammar error somewhere lol, just fluff and domestic stuffs

He would jam to Taylor Swift with you. Hype her up with you whenever she drops a new album/re-record her stolen albums.

When you are brewing your favorite drink in the morning —in his oversized shirt that smells like him— he comes to the kitchen, hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder and hair softly. Daylight is playing softly in the background.

“I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden. Like daylight…”

“You’re my daylight,” he said, kissing your head, then swaying you both left and right gently to the romantic song.

Definitely sit next to you when you’re going through a ticket war online. Cheering with you if you got it, and comforting you if you don’t. (I honestly don’t know what concert ticket war is like lmao).

When midnight was released, he stayed up with you and listened to the album together. He’s giving you tissues when ‘You’re On Your Own, Kid’ started to play.

I don’t know why, but I feel like his favorite albums are Fearless and 1989..

I can see him jamming to Mr. Perfectly Fine, Anti-Hero, Haunted, and Wonderland.

His favorite activity is playing a vinyl record of your favorite album and dance the night away together.

A car ride is not a car ride without a karaoke session.

“Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?”

The car windows are open, the night wind in your hair makes you look more beautiful than ever. His eyes are twinkling with adornment everytime he takes a glance at you. Your voice singing along to the song and the sight of you in his leather jacket flutters his heart. It was a perfect night for the both of you.

Cooking and baking together in the evening. The two of you have a tradition of baking a pie together while listening to ‘Evermore’ when fall comes (an underrated album btw). The sweet smell of pie is not the only thing filling up the room, yours and Jason’s laughter are heard from your shared kitchen.

“What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes. My mind turns your life into folklore, I can't dare to dream about you anymore.”

The yellowing leaves are falling down outside, and the air started to become a little bit chilly. Candles are being lit as the two of you eat the pie you two just baked. You’re just rambling about how your day was, Jason is sitting next to you, with his half eaten pie on his plate, putting all of his attention on you. 

Wasn’t surprised when your spotify wrapped number 1 artist is Taylor Swift.

He secretly made a playlist full of Taylor’s songs that remind him of you. You never find out because he’s good at keeping it a secret.

Before you started dating, he knew you like Taylor Swift, cause you ramble about her to your friends almost all the time. So he listens to her songs, and the next time you two get the chance to talk, he can use her as a conversation starter. (mastermind moment).

a/n : helloooo, this is my first time posting my writing, I hope it’s good enough <3 have a nice day/night, love u <3

[spvilers]

anti-hero by taylor swift is so jason todd

like HELLOOOO??

[imaginationjunkie]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway.                                                                                                                          “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?”  Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.  

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.