#rockstar!jason todd x reader

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rockstar jason todd who drags you to all of his shows. rockstar jason todd who can't help smiling at you every time he catches your eyes. rockstar jason todd who looks for you every time he sings a lyric inspired by you. rockstar jason todd who begs to make a picture of you the cover for his next album (like on his hands and knees begging). rockstar jason todd who purposefully starts rumors that he has a "property of [y/n]" tattoo bc he loves starting shit. rockstar jason todd who asks you to doodle on every piece of equipment he owns (his guitar is covered in hearts). rockstar jason todd who sends you all the thirst edits made of him he finds. rockstar jason todd who mentions you every chance he gets. what's the inspiration for his latest album? you. what is he most grateful for? you. to what does he attribute his success? you.

the paparazzi pictures would be unbearable.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #rockstar!jason x reader #rockstar!jason todd #rockstar!jason todd x reader

[to-the-stars8]

I'm at the lowest point in my life.

I'm writing smut to Nickleback. Fuck.

#this is completely true #In case youre wondering it's Rockstar #Jason Todd fans you're getting your back blown out to Nickleback #I dont make the rules #i do really #jason todd smut #nickleback #jason todd x reader #lowest #romance #call my therapist #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

- masterlist

disclaimer: these are collections of scenes that happen with one couple within their story / verse, not traditional chaptered fics. you can read them standalone or in whatever order you please. they're organized in chronological order here

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know tim drake x reader x conner kent - please just stay with me tonight (and please don't let tomorrow come)

bloody nose and a crooked tongue (I always wanted to be someone) tim drake x reader - my life does not belong to me (but these secrets are my own) - these hands may be bloody (but they're still mine and I'm still yours) - I've let this wolf into my home (I feed it even when it bites) - this devotion of yours is misplaced (but this love, perhaps, is not)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) damian wayne x reader - like a lamb led to slaughter (my heart held in your hands) - ask me about my sins (and I'll tell you about my love) - is this my soul, still? (is this my ghost, again?) - this goodness hurts (and I'm drowning in it)

comfort came against my will dick grayson x reader - there's nothing here for you (and there's nothing left of me) - I'll find you always (but I'd rather go alone) - nothing in my life is as easy as you (and nothing in my life is as hard) - you've been holding out on me (but I can't find a way to hold onto you) - it isn't always easy (but how lucky I am to be known) - remember me as small (I fear I've swallowed the sun whole)

damn your love, damn your lies roy harper x reader - we're strangers these days (but that has to be enough)

hope here needs a humble hand platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic batfamily x reader - it comes and it goes (but it always comes back) - there's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

love is not designed for the cynical jason todd x reader - there is no home for me there (and no solace for me here) - I'm not me anymore (and maybe you're not you) - this pain is inevitable (it sleeps with me while you're elsewhere) - this may be my grief (but it's you who's made a mess of it) - my love has no direction (and my anger is a vice)

let me wrap my teeth around the world poly marauders x reader - I don't know you anymore (maybe I never really did) - please forgive this fear of mine (it used to keep me safe) - there is love in me, I swear (tell me there's something in you, too) - Is there hope in us, still? (is there something worth believing in?)

absinthe makes the heart grow fonder rockstar au // poly marauders x reader - you said you'd stay with us (you swore you'd still be you)

but isn't bite also touch? simon riley x reader - I need an altar to pray to (I need a hand on my shoulder)

this lust is a burden that we both share din djarin x reader - this fear is a part of me (please don't take my hope away)

#smsn.writes

[mayfieldss]

What does your request WIP list look like? I love your writing!!!!

the WIP list is a long one and because my computer is broken I can't work on any of my fics at the moment, but here it is!

Requests:

A little bit of everything → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Hate to admit, but it might be true → Steve Harrington x reader

Summers with you → Conrad Fisher x reader

Untitled fic → Frenchie x reader

everyone at this party → Eddie Brock x reader

Untitled fic → Matt Murdock x reader

Untiled fic → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Do it better → Matt Murdock x reader

Untiled fic → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Untitled fic → Frenchie x reader

Untitled fic → Dean Winchester x reader

Untitled fic → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Untitled fic → JJ Maybank x reader

Untitled fic → Rafe Cameron x reader

Untitled fic → Sarah Cameron x reader

Regular WIP list:

Hate is a strong word → Alec Hardy x Dectective!reader

State of grace → Isaac Lahey x videographer!reader series (Rockstar ! Isaac AU)

Better man → Dean Winchester x Wife!reader

Girl Dinner → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Mess it up → Carmen Berzatto x reader

Letting go, holding on (part 2) → Dean Winchester x reader

Page Exchange → Jess Mariano x reader

This is what the drugs are for → Jess Mariano x reader

Stay → Jason Todd x reader

Untitled fic → Jess Mariano x reader

Call it what you want → Steve Harrington x reader series

Perfectly wrong → Jesper Fahey x reader

Warm and Fuzzy → Eddie Brock x reader

Second Guesses → Eddie Brock x reader

feel free to ask me about details of any of these! I would love to talk about them desperately with someone whilst I wait for my new computer.

#asks #writing #eva rambles #upcoming fics #wips #anon asks

[writercole]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Oof okay. So. I've got a lot that are series but a few of them aren't.

Take a Bow - based on the song by Rhianna. Dean Winchester x GN Reader. Heavy angst.

Somethin' Stupid - Based on the song by Frank Sinatra. Bucky Barnes x Fem Presenting reader. So cute and fluffy!

Blood & Ash - Jason Todd x Reader. Enemies to Lovers, PG13 for violence, blood, and mentions of near-death.

Sounds of Someday - Jensen Ackles Rockstar AU. This is my baby do you understand? I adore every word, every syllable, every letter of the world I've created. It's got angst, fluff, smut, murder, mutual pining, and one hell of a best friend.

And finally:

Three Kings Productions - The three J's of Supernatural in a Casting Couch situation. Hella spicy. But damn, son, what I wouldn't give for that experience for just a day.

I'm gonna tag: @creatively-analytical @downanddirtydean @deangirl93 @fictional-affairs and @winchest09

[aliasimagines]

Playing in a gothamite rock band and dating Jason

✨how you met

you met after one of your shows

you decided to stay a little bit at the bar/club you and your band preformed

you just happened to sit down at the bar next to our boi Jason

he noticed you right away, honesty you really caught his attention on stage first

so he offered to buy you a drink. now you're not the type to accept drinks from random people but you were exhausted so you agreed

he was quite good a company

he sounded intelligent and he was hot

you ended up talking for about 2 hours. you only stoped because he got a call and had to go but before he left he gave you his number

"i really enjoyed talking to you. if you want to repeat just give me a call"

you did call him.

first you hang out at bars but after like the fifth time Jason ask you out officially

✨dating

he loves coming to your shows

he always stands in the crowd so if you need to you can always look at him

just his presence is very much comforting

once you wore his hoodie on stage 'for luck' and it becomes a habit to have something of his with you when you play at bigger venues or when Jason can't make it to a concert because of a mission or patrol

speaking of that, he tells you he is Red Hood about a month into your relationship

you're quite worried about him but you know how he'll be careful. if not for himself than for you

Jason loves reading the lyrics you write (if you do) and he is more than willing to help if you want him to

he is a really supportive boyfriend and can often be seen wearing your band's merch

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader who plays in a rock banf #I might write some rockstar au jason🤭 #jason todd one shot #jason todd headcanon #jason todd blurb #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #gothamite reader #dc headcanon #batboys headcanon #batfam headcanon #alias imagines

[her-world-on-fire]

Public Eye {Jason Todd x Reader}

MASTERLIST

REQUEST HERE

Word Count: 2,933    

A/N: Sorry I meant to have this out weeks ago, but I ended up rewriting it entirely. <3

Request:  Hi!!!!! I just started reading all your fics and i love them so much. if  it’s not too much to ask can you write one where jason and like a  rockstar or actress meet and have a thing, but hes not sure whether it  will work out because of how much attention she gets from the media?  Thank you so much and i hope you are doing well and staying safe❤️✨

JASON ADJUSTED the buttons of his shirt once more. His hands trailed to his collar bone, he undid another button. He hated wearing dress shirts. He knew Bruce would throw a fit if he didn’t. He had to try to blend in. He always hated going to these benefits. There was always a chance he could be recognized. That was the last thing he needed. Every time someone made eye contact with him, he tensed up. His face was scarred, there was no hiding it. His hands were calloused and full of cuts and bruises. He kept his hands crossed over his chest or inside the pockets of his slacks.

Bruce had asked him to come to his office, there was nothing good about that. He knocked on the door before entering. Bruce, Tim, Dick an Damien were already there. Each of them dressed for the occasion. Tim had finally ran a comb through his hair. Dick had shaved. Even Damian looked presentable. Bruce gave Jason a short nod. “I have assignments for each of you. We have several high profile targets all in one room.” Bruce was hosting his annual gala. He was raising money for charities by auctioning off several intricate gadgets produced by Lucius Fox. Some of the richest people in Gotham were to be in attendance.

“I’m giving you each a sector. I assigned tables with consideration. Make sure your guests stay where they are supposed to. Keep an eye on any suspicious guests.” The boys all nodded and Bruce showed a map on the screen. He had the room divided into 5 quadrants. He assigned the quadrants, “Tim sent the file to your phones. Do not loose your guests. They start arriving in 5 minutes. I suggest you get down there.”

The boys exited the room. All of them looking at their phones to see their guests. All but Jason. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit rich brats for the night. He knew most of them didn’t care about the charity. They were there to show off their money. They wanted the tech. Most of them were corrupt species of shit. They were born into old money and never worked a day in their life. A silver spoon in their mouth. They made him just as sick as the criminals he fought every night.

“Holy shit, look at Jason’s table.”

“Y/N and--” Jason didn’t hear the second name. He stopped in his tracks. He pulled out his phone, he had to be sure. He looked over the table. Y/N L/N. Dick looked back at Jason. The two boys went ahead. “Do you need me to talk to Bruce-” Jason shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“Well you don’t look fine.”

Y/N was a family friend. They grew up together and were very close. That was until Jason took on the role of Robin. He became obsessed. He spent all of his time training, and he neglected his friend. Y/N had moved away to pursue a career in music. He read about his childhood friend in the papers. 

Y/N donates 5 million for displaced youth.

The lists went on and on. Y/N wanted to help and make a difference. They spoke now and again when Y/N came back home. But they had been touring for the past 2 years.

He had never gotten a chance to formally apologize. He sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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I opened the door, and the flashes of cameras bombarded me. It was difficult to navigate. The flashes were extremely bright, trying to capture any imperfection. I kept my head forward and walked quickly inside the building. I tried to get out of the benefit. I left a generous donation and planned on staying in for the night.

Bruce insisted I attend. I caved. I still had jet lag from the trip back. I had just left Spain after wrapping up a tour. I didn’t anticipate I would be flying back home. The door man helped me in. Reporters were hollering over each other like vultures. I thanked the man and he handed me a card. Table B3. I walked down the corridor, my eyes still adjusting to the light.

The walls were covered in intricate art. Bruce always had an appreciation for the arts. I decided to admire it as I braced myself for a long night. Most just walked right by, not even giving a glance at the art before them. I took a closer look and admired the seamless blend. I noticed at the top of the stairs there was a group of men. I recognized all three. Dick Grayson, the eldest of Bruce’s adopted children. Tim Drake, the 19 year CEO and second youngest son. And Jason Todd. His eyes had been fixed somewhere else. Dick nudged him, and his eyes met mine. He stood up straight.

I looked back at the art work. We hadn’t had a formal conversation on years. We had just made passing conversations. Nothing intricate.

“Hey.” Jason called, and I looked at the bottom of the stairs where he was standing. I approached him. “Hey.” I replied.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” I shrugged laughing a little, “I didn’t either. I was going to stay in but Bruce insisted I come. I couldn’t say no.” He chuckled. It was definitely something he would do. Jason was sure he had his reasons. But more importantly, he knew that Jason needed to resolve a few things.

“You look great.” He pointed out. I smiled, as I felt the blood rush to my face. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Jason paused. He looked like he was in deep thought. Just as he was about to say something, Bruce’s voice came over the intercom. He requested that everyone be seated. Jason extended his elbow, and escorted me to my table.

“You’re not going to sit here?”

“I would love to, but Bruce has us working.”

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We were 3 hours in and I was just on my last legs. My chin rested on my hand. The man at my side had been trying to talk to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but the jet lag was really effecting me. I didn’t have a chance to acclimate to the new time zone. The alcohol didn’t help much either.

I smiley politely, “Excuse me.” I got up from the table and walked back to the entrance. I had stayed 3 hours, that had to be enough for Bruce. I moved into the bathroom. I sighed as I leaned against the sink. The lack of sleep was starting to show. I had a hectic schedule back in Spain. Early morning shoots that lasted until late hours of the night. Publicity events and meetings with managers. I wanted nothing more than to just be in my bed for the rest of the night.

I decided I was leaving. I didn’t call my personal driver. I didn’t want to bother him. He deserved a night off. I exited the bathroom and pulled out my phone. I looked up, and saw Jason. The door opening turned his head in my direction.

“Everything alright?” He asked. I nodded, “I just needed a break from that table.” I joked, he nodded a small chuckle coming from his lips.

“These just aren’t really for me. I was just about to head out. It was nice to see you again.” I moved to the stairs. The few drinks I had were starting to take effect. Or perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but the stairs looked wobbly. “Do you have a car coming for you?” He asked, and I turned back slowly. I looked at him and nodded slowly. Judging by the look in his eyes, not very convincingly. Somehow, he knew I was lying. “I could take you.”

I shook my head, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

He walked over and raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think you should go out by yourself tonight.”

“I’m completely fine.” I turned to walk back down the stairs, and I hovered over the next step. I could feel myself loose balance. I left a strong arm pull me back. “What was that?”

I lost track of time. When I came to I was inside a car. I inhaled deeply and looked to my left. Jason looked over. “Look who’s awake.” I ran my hands through my hair. I could feel the headache in the back of my head starting to form. “I guess this isn’t how you imagined spending your night.” I looked over and he shook his head. “Those aren’t my thing either. You gave me an out.”

It brought a smile to my lips. I looked outside of the window. I had missed it. “Every time I come back, I forget how beautiful it is.” Jason turned to me, curiosity glimmered in his eyes. “What brought you back?”

“I have a project I need to oversee.” I tried to stay away. I had lived in a few different places, but none of them ever felt like home. I always found myself longing for Gotham’s skyline. Something just kept bringing me back.

We arrived not long after. I moved to get out by myself but Jason rushed to my side of the door. He helped me out. I leaned against him and held me up. I stumbled inside. “Do you think you can make it okay?” I nodded, and once again he saw right through it. He helped me up the stairs. “I’m so tired of all these goddamn stairs.” Jason laughed, he was handling this very well. He didn’t struggle supporting me against him. His breath didn’t falter as he walked up all the steps to my bedroom.

He opened the door and helped me sit on the bed. “I swear I’m not always like this. Jet lag and alcohol, but never again.” His blue eyes glimmered with fascination. “Get some sleep.”

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I woke up to my head pounding. I began to regret those drinks.  When I looked at my phone I saw I had a missed call from Jason. I called back and he informed me I had left a few things in his car.

I arrived at Jason’s apartment. I tried my best to be as inconspicuous as possible. I came alone, and wore dark sunglasses and a baseball cap. Jason greeted me at his doorstep. I walked in and he closed the door behind me. I hadn’t seen any press. It seemed we were in the clear.

He invited me to sit down. “How’s that headache?” I laughed, “I’m hanging in. I’m not sure if I thanked you in my drunken haze. But thank you for getting me home last night, I really appreciate it.”

“It was nothing, really.”

A silence washed over us. All the unresolved feelings that had been festering for years, rose to the surface. Jason sat up. “Listen, I want to apologize-”

“Jason, it was ages ago. You have nothing to apologize for.” He shook his head. “But I do. I just disappeared, without any explanation. I’m sorry.”

In truth it broke my heart. My best friend was gone. I didn’t know if he was okay, or even where he was. But he didn’t know any better. He had the chance to live a better life, and he took that opportunity. It would be selfish to expect him not to. “I understand, really I do.”

He was the reason why I did so much outreach work. I saw firsthand how much he struggled after loosing his parents. “Actually, would you want to help me with this project?” He knitted his eyebrows together. “Tell me about it.”

I explained my ideas to him, and he was in.

We spent the next few months trying to get through all the red tape. With Bruce’s influence, it went a lot faster. As expected, we spent a lot of time together. I thought I was being careful. Until I woke up to frantic calls from my manager.

"Jason. I am so sorry.” The voice cried out, he immediately sat up recognizing this wasn’t Bruce. He leaned his back against his bed frame and rubbed his face. “Woah, what are you talking about?” He asked, completely in the dark about whatever was going on. He heard a sigh on the other end of the line. His heart rate sped up as he waited for the news in anticipation. “The papers, they took photos of us and they’re spinning some kind of narrative.”

The blood in his face drained. His eyes opened wide and he held the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was quiet as he tried to think. He got up from his bed and took his computer. He opened up his browser and started typing.

Y/N spotted with unidentified man, sources suggest they may be together

He clicked on the article. He could see the pictures of them. One from the night they met. He held onto Y/N as they walked up inside together. He continued to scroll down. A source had claimed they were “all over each other” since the benefit. He scowled, did they have nothing better to do then micromanage every aspect of someones life?

“I can arrange an interview and clear it up-”

“You don’t have to do that, it’s not your fault.” He sighed and slammed the computer shut. “We can talk about it later.” He briefly said goodbye and then hung up.

He tried to calm the unease he felt deep down. His worst fears beginning to come true. He was always cautious. He never took photographs like the rest of the family. He tried his best not to give his name out. But he threw every bit of common sense out of the way the moment he met Y/N. He used his real name. He had gotten his picture taken. All of his own rules he had adhered to for 2 years were broken in one night. He never looked back.

He was thirteen when he died. He spent 5 years training and operating in Gotham before Bruce found him. He had changed a lot since then. His adoption wasn’t as publicized as Dick’s was. Jason’s name had hardly even been mentioned in the papers. It was going to take a lot of detective work to try and piece everything together.

Who was going to believe that he came back from the dead?

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As soon as I opened my door I was met by Jason. I planned on sneaking away and meeting him. It would be easier to get away then to hide in my own home. The press frequented the streets, everyone hoping to make the next headline. “Please, come in. I’m so sorry-”

“Do you want this?” He asked quickly. I blinked in shock as I tried to get an answer out. I knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted to know if I had feelings for him.

Growing up I always thought we were going to be inseparable. I took it hard after he left. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out why. People will come and go, that’s just the way it is. I just never expected him to go because I loved him. And I thought he loved me too.

I tried hard to push away my feelings until they finally went away. But some nights, I laid awake thinking about what could’ve been. What if I told him how I felt, would he have stayed? My biggest regret was never telling him how I felt. Now he was standing in front of me asking if I had feelings for him.

But now, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He hated being in the spotlight. but that was my entire life. Every move I made was put on public display. I traveled a lot, and my schedule was spastic. I would be in different times zones for months at a time.

Jason looked at me pleading. His blue eyes never broke contact with mine. “You don’t want to come in?” I offered, as I looked past him to assure there were no reporters. He stayed in place. I realized he wanted to answer here and now. I sighed, and closed my eyes.

“Of course I do, Jason.” I whispered. My eyes were still closed. I was too afraid to open them. What if I had just ruined everything? Jason placed his hands on either side of my face. I slowly opened my eyes.

“I do too.” He continued, “And I’m going to stop letting other people dictate how I live my life.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.

“We’re going to figure this out. I promise.” He whispered against my lips.

“Come on, we’re giving the neighbors a show.” I said, making Jason chuckle. I took his hand and we walked inside, ready to handle whatever came next.

#jason todd reader insert #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #Jason Peter Todd #red hood imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #batboys #Red Hood X y/n #red hood x you #arkham knight #arkham knight x reader

[there-must-be-a-lock]

The Rockstar AU series: SPN / CM / RPF crossover! Featuring Harry Styles and lots of chaotic gay shenanigans. Feel-good fluff. Most pieces can be read as standalones. 

Marshmallow Crime Lords series: DCU x Marvel. In which Jason Todd, Bucky Barnes, and Clint Barton reform the Gotham underworld while being secret cinnamon rolls. Roughly 95% Batfam nonsense, identity porn, borderline crack, and domestic fluff; 5% plot. WIP.

If It’s A Highway: Jason Todd (DCU) x Bucky. A Red Hood: Lost Days/post-CA:TWS fusion. WIP, explicit.

Dangerous: Walker / SPN crossover. Dean Winchester x Cordell Walker, 367 words, rated R. 

On The Edge: SPN/Lucifer crossover. Sam Winchester x Mazikeen. Demon blood, in a sexy way. 493 words, explicit. 

Five: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader x Mazikeen. Smutty lil threesome ficlet. ~660 words, explicit. 

Under Pressure: Bandom, Gerard Way x Brendon Urie. Fluff Friday drabble: “Strangers at the pub forced into a karaoke duet.” ~670 words, rated G. 

Triple Shot: Frank Iero x Gerard Way. Fluff Friday drabble. Coffee shop meet-cute, so very cliched. 608 words, rated G.

Big Damn Heroes: Buffy x Supernatural crossover! Assorted surprise pairings. Mostly just character-driven lolz and geeky references galore. ~4930 words, rated PG-13.

Leave Your Boots By The Bed: SPN/BtVS, Sam Winchester x Faith Lehane. Companion piece to Big Damn Heroes. Surprisingly soft, with lots of extremely athletic sex. ~7350 words, explicit. 

This Tall To Ride: Sam Winchester x Frank Iero. Nobody asked for this weird-ass crossover but I fucking love it. Raunchy blowjobs with much hair-pulling. ~2750 words, explicit.