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klbwriting · 2 months

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For Love of Fiction

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Jason first started out as Red Hood he found a book that was starring none other than him. He picks it up, curious, and finds that he loves it, when the third book comes out he goes to a book signing and finds the author might be the person of his fictional dreams

Notes: ya, this happened, I'm not sure if I add some more or not, please reply or reblog if you want a part 2!

Jason hadn't started reading YN's books on purpose. About a year after his return to Gotham he stumbled across a book in the local library one night as he was waiting for an informant. He was in his gear, perusing the books on the author's from Gotham stand and he saw one with an interesting cover. It was a plus size woman wearing scrubs stitching up the arm of a vigilante in a red helmet. He was a bit shocked to be honest, seeing someone blatantly putting him on a book cover. He picked up, looking at the description.

Layla Olden was just a nurse, working to save her emergency room patients in a city torn apart by turf war. The city was being cut up by villains of all kinds and the hospital where Layla worked was stuck in the middle. The only hope for the dying city is found in the form of Red Fox, the masked vigilante who's willing to take on the worst of the worst to protect his city. One night he is injured and breaks into the hospital's storeroom, unaware that Layla is there. She sees his injuries and stitches him and starts an adventure she never planned while nursing not only the Red Fox's body but his soul.

It didn't exactly sound like amazing literature but Jason had never seen a book with him as the main character. He was fascinated by it. He set down a 20$ on the stand where the book was and took it with him. That morning after patrol he started reading and he couldn't stop. The cover and the description weren't completely honest. The book wasn't just a love story between a vigilante and a nurse, it was a character study on a man who can't come to terms with his father, or his past, and a study on how society treats women based on their appearance. The book wasn't exactly about him either. This woman clearly didn't know his identity, but she created a compelling character that Jason could relate too. The Red Fox was really Phineus Simpson, son of the richest man in the city who ran away due to his father's unsavory affiliation with the city's worst crime lords. He started hiding in underground fight clubs, learning skills and gaining connections to help him start to cleanse the city and repay the sins of his father. And Layla was probably the most amazing woman he had ever heard of. She was smart, funny, kind, but she was also sarcastic, stubborn, and sometimes self-righteous, she was everything Jason had ever dreamed of in a woman. Too bad she was a fictional character. He couldn't put the book down, the characters and the plot, the way she described the city as if it was a living, breathing creature worth love and protection. It was amazing.

And when the sequel came out he was first in line at the bookstore to buy it. He devoured it in one night, faking sickness for the first time ever in his life. Bruce had been suspicious but Jason really laid on the coughing and shivers and the man relented, going with Tim instead. The second book was somehow better than the first, giving insight into the heroine's struggles with her mother's death at the hands of Phin's father. It was also when she found out who Red Fox was and it almost destroyed the relationship, but in the end they came through and admitted their love. Jason wished he had something like this, someone who saw him like this author saw Red Fox. He was more than just the mask, more than his father, more than his past. There was a third book coming he knew, and when it released he was going to be first again, and maybe he would find the author, leave her a note or something saying how much the book meant to him.

The third and final book was due out at midnight and Jason had scored a ticket to an exclusive signing at a local bookstore, apparently where YN used to write the books at when she needed to get out of her apartment. He was pouring through the second book, trying to finish the last ten pages before he left to go to the signing. Dick wandered by his room, knocking.

"Not now Dick," Jason said, not taking his eyes off the book. He heard his brother laugh as he ignored him and stepped into the room.

"What makes you love that book so much?" he asked, sitting in one of the chairs by Jason's bookshelves. Jason groaned and stood. He might as well leave and read at the bookstore.

"None of your business," he said, grabbing his jacket and heading to the garage. "You wouldn't understand, when's the last time you read anything that wasn't a picture book?" Dick pretended to be wounded, laughing as he waved goodbye to his brother.

Jason hopped on his bike and got to the bookstore early, standing in between the shelves near where chairs were set up for the reading and Q and A. There were a few people sitting and waiting already, discussing the book themselves. Jason stayed back, not really wanting to share his thoughts, the last time he had talked to someone about why he liked the books they had fallen asleep, but that was how Tim was sometimes. He hung back, reading the last few pages, when he felt someone bump him. He jumped, turning and coming face to face with YN herself.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was just trying to grab that and slipped." She pointed to a book on the top shelf. It was a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. Jason reached for, being quite a few inches taller than her, and gave it to her. "Thank you so much, um, o, I see you're here for the reading. I uh, hope you like the book," she stammered, blushing a little before backing away and almost knocking over a stand of her own books. She turned redder, threw him another look and went to the other side of the shelves. Jason was a little star struck, but also was struck by how pretty she was, the picture on the back of the book didn't do her justice. He could see the resemblance she had to her character, she was plus size herself with matching hair and eye color. He swallowed hard, if she was anything else like Layla in the book he was in love. He moved to take a seat in the back for the reading. YN was introduced and she took a seat behind the table in front, opening the final book to the first page.

"Welcome, well I'm just going to start since I know you're very excited to know what happens to Layla and Phin," she said, smiling wide. "First, the dedication. This is dedicated to the Red Hood, who probably has no idea this little book exists, but without them both I and the book wouldn't be here. Thank you." The group clapped and Jason felt his cheeks get red. He quickly looked at the ground, pretending to be very fascinated by something on his boot. She started reading and by the time she finished he was definitely in love. Her voice, the way she held such passion for her words, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. She answered everyone's questions with kindness and even that sarcasm he recognized from Layla. She even looked back at him at the end. "Does our gentleman have any questions?" she asked, smiling at him. He blushed but nodded.

"Why Red Hood? Why not Batman or Robin or Nightwing?" he asked. That was what originally made him pick up the book and he still wasn't sure why she would choose him out of all the heroes that were in the city. He was nobody, an after thought for everyone, even Bruce and Dick most of the time. What made him so special to her? She looked surprised by his question.

"I...I don't think anyone has honestly asked me that before, thank you," she said. "Well, around five years ago I went to a Halloween party at a club with my then boyfriend and his friends. He broke up with me that night, at the party, had some stupid, childish bet with his friends about getting the ugly, fat girl to have sex with him. It was terrible, I walked out the club into the alley outside to get some air, find my way back to my college dorm room, when a man with a gun approached me. Just like Gotham to have someone mug me after I was just humiliated. As I was struggling to stop crying and get my wallet for the guy, praying he wouldn't shoot me, Red Hood drops behind him and says 'hey, leave the pretty lady alone' and punches him. The guy is flat on his back, unconscious so I wasn't in danger anymore, he could have just taken off, instead Red Hood walks me to the curb and waits for a taxi to come by, making sure I got in it safely. The last thing he said to me was 'bye gorgeous' and well, I was smitten honestly. The next morning I woke up, skipped my classes and started writing, and well, now I'm here and I still kind of have a crush on Red Hood." She was blushing furiously by the end of the speech and Jason was blushing also, staring at her.

He remembered that night. Remembered that pour woman, crying while the mugger held out the gun. Jason almost ignored it, thinking that he was above such lowly crimes at the time, let Robin handle it, but something about the way she had looked, more sad than scared, made him stop. That one night and she wrote this book for him? He was honored, flattered. He'd never felt better about himself honestly. The Q and A ended after that and she signed books. He waited at the end of the line. When he got to the front she blushed again when she looked at him.

"I'm sorry if my story was a little much before, I got lost in the memory," she said. He smiled at her. "I did appreciate the question though."

"I'm glad you answered it, I've been wondering about it for years," he said. "Um, would I be crazy to ask for your number?" He had no idea why he was even trying, he was sure she got asked this question a lot. She looked at him surprised, biting her lip in thought.

"Well, I'm not going to give my number to a stranger, but I do have an Instagram, if you follow me you could message me there? I will answer," she said. Jason nodded slowly. "Thank you for coming....?"

"Jason," he said. She nodded and wrote something in his book before handing it back. He smiled and headed out, resolving to get himself an Instagram as soon as he got home. He opened the book as soon as he got to his room

Jason, thank you for your question, hope to see you again, YN

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x reader #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

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lythea-creation · 2 months

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Girl I love how you are getting more requests now like I have been here since the beginning of your journey I have been here since wattpad like I'm fiction lover if you remember (it was a stupid name tbh) and well I feel happy you getting requests now

Thank you! Me too! And i rlly appreciate u being here this whole time. Btw i don't think that fictionlover is a stupid name.

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thetop10books · 1 year

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Exploring Stephen King's Scariest Masterpieces: A Fun and Fearful Journey

#StephenKing #SciFi #books #FictionLovers

Stephen King is an absolute legend when it comes to horror and suspense fiction. His ability to craft gripping, atmospheric tales that keep readers on the edge of their seats has made him one of the most beloved authors of our time. With over 60 novels and 200 short stories in his repertoire, it can be tough to know where to start. So, I’ve put together a list of some of my personal favorite…

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#Science Fiction #SciFi #Stephen King

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ladyangelsea · 1 year

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⚔️🍎𝟮 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗘⚔️🍎 Uncover the truth and the lie. Will you be able to guess which statement is false? What's the lie? 1) My story is a rewrite. 2) Osbius used to be a villain. 3) The original story was written in 2000. Make your guesses in the comments below! ❤️👇 🍎⚔️🍎⚔️ #2truthsandalie #guessthelie #bookish #storytelling #villain #bookishlove #bookishlife #villains #bookishpost #rewrite #bookishfeature #bookishcommunity #bookishgirl #truthandlies #twotruthsandalie #originalstory #bookcommunity #bookwormlife #bookstagramcommunity #booklover #booksaddict #fictionwritingcommunity #fictionlovers #fictionbooks #bookishlovers #bookloversunite #authorlove #instaauthor #bookauthor #writerswritesnippets (at Naperville, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn4ogdGLIz8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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tori0706 · 2 years

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Artwork inspired by Jandy Nelson’s ‘I’ll Give You The Sun’

#converseshoes #ill give you the sun #jandy nelson #bookquotes #shoesaesthetic #fictionlover #allstarshoes #reality quotes #gouacheart #watercolorpaper #booksthetic

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violetstarfleckedeyes · 3 years

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Rhysand knew he would bow to noone

The tattoo on his knee was a proof of that.

But here is the strongest high lord of Pyrithian, being himself , bowing to a girl even before he knew she loved him.

Sooo many reasons to love Rhysand

#rhysand and feyre #high fae #high lord rhysand #high queen feyre #a court of dreams #a court of mist and fury #acotar #acomaf #sarah j. maas #proposal #tender #tumblr qoutes #night court #velaris #sarah j maas #fandom #fictionlover

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storyflirting · 3 years

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My Love/Hate Relationship with Open Heart

My Opinion (This could get long, friends!) and may contain spoilers -

I’m in a love/hate relationship with this book series. I LOVE the characters, especially the main character, who seems to be the most balanced out of all of them, even though Valentine can be a bit flaky when it comes to their friends. Can we get more hang-out time with them, PB, please?

What I’m hating, and that’s a strong word, it’s more of a mild dislike is that after three books, our MC hasn’t gotten so much as an “I love you” from any of the LIs. Hell, we haven’t even chosen to be exclusive with any of them or even expressed that they want an open relationship (which was done well in PM and RCD).

In my playthrough, my MC is Michael, and he is in a relationship, or at least I think he’s in a relationship with Ethan, but in the last couple of chapters, it certainly doesn’t feel like it. During the hangout with Bryce at the escape room at the end, Bryce is kissing him; There were opportunities in the laser tag scene to get a little alone time with either Raf or Bryce yet again. I’m sure in Jackie’s diamond hangout scene; we’d have an opportunity to kiss her too. Make it make sense!

And don’t even get me started on that leather scene with Ethan. It was oddly timed and wildly inappropriate, even more so if Ethan isn’t your love interest. I also felt a bit cheated. Either you go home with him and get the leather outfit and some one-on-one time with Ethan, or you fade to black at the hospital with no real explanation, closure, or even a conversation about what had just happened with the team. That could’ve been a great time to maybe further the relationship and get into Ethan’s head about his decisions as of late. Trust me, I don’t mind a bit of kink in my stories (I prefer it, actually), but that scene just felt like rewarding bad behavior.

Another thought is that we have so many great characters who don’t get enough screen time, aside from our LIs. I know I’d love to play as Elijah and look into his drug study or play as Jackie and see how the chief resident position is going. What about Bryce. He had the shake-up in the operating room. I’d love to play the stress and how he worked it out.

Does anyone else feel some kind of way about Open Heart right now?

#OpenHeartChoices #PlayChoices #Pixelberry #fictionlover

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megpie · 3 years

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Reading by the pool isn't the same now that it's covered up for fall - but I still like to take my book out to the lounge chair or the hammock in the afternoon, to take advantage of the sunshine. (I'm ready for hoodies and boots and spooky weather, but I admit, these warm sunny autumn afternoons have been freaking gorgeous. 🍂🧡). New book I started today: "The Last Day," by #andrewhuntermurray. I have a thing for dystopian, apocalyptic type novels. The premise of this one is that some solar system shenanigans led to the earth's rotation slowing for a few years, "the slow," which created massive amounts of havoc, like - GPS, satellites, internet, everything goes to heck. Until one day the earth just... stopped. It no longer rotates. So half of the earth is stuck in the dark, a frozen night, and the other half in an unending burning sun. There are only very slim bands of livable earth, so obvs, not a ton of us survived into this future 2059 earth where it's stopped turning. All quite bleak, except obvs there's a mysterious secret, a letter from a dying man, a woman scientist with a troubled past, and hope to, you know... save the world. Nice. ;) . It was from my newest #bookoutlethaul. Their link is in my bio - you get a coupon, I get a bit of credit that helps fuel my reading obsession. Win-win. And this book is still available, at a deep discount. . So far, I read to chapter 6, and it's really good. A fast read, I'm intrigued, don't have a theory yet, will finish this one fast I think. . What have you read lately? . #bookishgirl #storyteller #lifeisastory #booksarelife #booksaremagic #readingismagic #bookrecommendations #bookstagram #booklover #newbook #readingtime #readingaddict #bookaddict #ilikebigbooksandicannotlie #dystopiannovel #fictionlover https://www.instagram.com/p/CUG62pSrupx/?utm_medium=tumblr

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For readers, Our writing is more special only because of you! . . . #bookreview #bookrecommendations #bookreccomendation #bookrecs #toread #fictionlover #suspensethriller #suspenseromance #indiebooks #indieauthor #debutnovel #partnerincrime #bookreviews #kindle #readersofinstagram #bookreviewersofinstagram #srilankanauthor #bookstagram #bookofinstagram #reading #read #indieauthors #booknerd #bookstagrammer #novel #booklovers #kindle #bookish #booksofinstagram #readers https://www.instagram.com/p/CnPD9DaLpuV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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obsessedwfictionalcharacters · 2 years

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Why am I so attracted to this? I think I might need help lol:)

#the vampire diaries #books & libraries #television #the originals #klaus mikaelson #the mikaelsons #fictionlover

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klbwriting · 2 months

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For Love of Fiction

Part 3

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You think too much and realize you have to talk to Jason

Notes: I am not sure if this is the end honestly. I keep thinking I'll be finished, but then I'm like but what if...? So there may be a part 4, this has no planning whatsoever (even less than my normal fics have) so I hope you're enjoying this and would anyone mind if I just kept going?

Taglist: soradragon (let me know if you want me to add you to this when/if a part 4 appears)

You couldn’t get what Red Hood said out of your mind. It was distracting. You were writing another book, something for YA romance this time, wanting to see if you could, and the words ‘thanks for making me your muse’ kept floating around your brain. He knew about your books, knew that he was your muse. How? Why would Red Hood read your books? You supposed it wasn’t that surprising, a lot of people in Gotham read them. Gotham wasn’t a great city to live in but the people were loyal to their own, they would have to be to bother staying in this shithole. Maybe he had seen your book out and about when he wasn’t Red Hood, any bookstore or library had them. Jason had even told you that he had been at the library when he…your mind froze. Jason.

Jason who worked at night, Jason who was always tired, Jason who had money, enough to justify the amount of gear and tech that Red Hood would need, Jason who knew you called Red Hood your muse. Not your inspiration, not your influence, not your favorite superhero, your muse. Jason who had canceled dinner because of work. Jason who was always so gentle with you, like Red Hood had been when he had touched your shoulder and checked in on you. No way, you were crazy. Then again, Jason was in incredible shape. You had gone to the gym with him and one of his brother’s Dick, and they had taught you some self defense before sparring themselves, and they looked professional. It was crazy, but you had to know.

You debated calling Jason all day. Would he even tell you? Why would he tell you? You had been seeing each other, casually, for only two months, you had had a total of one actual date and various text dates and calls. Why would he confess what was probably his deepest secret to you? You called him anyway.

“Are you mad about dinner?” Jason asked as soon as he answered. He had canceled via text and figured you must be fuming, but he had already been in gear, heading towards a robbery near you. Its why he even stumbled on the Joker’s minions in that diner. He had heard a call to the cops, intercepted by Oracle, and she had sent him the information since he was closest. When he arrived, he had been shocked to see you, and so angry. How dare anyone threaten you again? He had probably concussed those guys with that extra punch he gave them. Then he had to say something to you, find out if you were ok, not anyone else. He sighed. The muse line had been a bit stupid too, you were probably so confused. Either that or you were giddy that Red Hood knew who you were, about your books.

“No, I’m not mad about dinner, but I did want to see you and I have some free time today around lunch? I know you’re tired but wanted to see if maybe we could meet?” you asked. You sounded nervous. He wondered why you were nervous. Did he make you nervous? Was he not obvious enough about how much he liked you? How much he loved talking to you and spending any precious time he could with you?

“I would love to meet you, where?” he asked. You said the name of a diner, the same one from the night before. He swallowed a little, wondering if you had actually gotten your dinner last night. He assumed that’s why you had gone out in the first place. Maybe the attack had left you without dinner and you just wanted to go back and get whatever you had been craving. Couldn’t have anything to do with Red Hood.

“Its just a diner, so if you don’t want to go there, we can go somewhere else,” you said, wondering why he didn’t say anything. Were you too obvious about why you wanted to meet at that diner? Ugh, this man was scrambling your brain, and you loved it. You were feeling so many things you hadn’t felt in years, all of that plus the confusion on the Red Hood issue, it was a lot for one person to take.

“No, it sounds good, I love diners,” Jason said quickly, then wanted to smack himself. ‘I love diners’? What the fuck was wrong with him? He heard you giggle on the other end of the phone and that made him feel a little better. You discussed details and he agreed to meet you.

You were nervous, waiting at the diner early, typing what you could for your book, trying anything to stop watching your phone as time ticked by. You were trying to think of what to say, but didn’t want anything rehearsed, you wanted to be direct, but not sound crazy or accuse him of anything. How could one person cause this much confusion and stress and yet the very thought of him made your heart flutter and your stomach twist into sweet knots? It was the most wonderful and infuriating thing in the world.

You heard the ding of the door and looked up, seeing that familiar shock of white hair and those eyes that were perfect and then he smiled, and all your planned words flew out your head. He walked over and sat down, and you hurried to close your laptop, hoping you remembered to save the two words you had written.

“Working on that new book?” he asked, taking the menu. He slid his hand over and gently took your hand. He was a touchy-feely person you could already tell, loved feeling your skin against his and it did not help your focus on the task at hand. You nodded, pretending to be engrossed in the menu even though you knew exactly what to get, what you always got. The waiter came over, not the same from last night, and took your orders and headed away and you swallowed.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked. He nodded, thumb rubbing gently circles on the back of your hand and you almost lost your nerve. “Why did you cancel last night? You said work, but what happened?” His thumb froze and you saw his panic in his eyes for just a moment before he smiled, rolling his shoulders and he moved his hand to link your fingers, thumb now near your palm.

“There was a break in,” he said. “I had to assist.”

“The other security guy couldn’t handle it?” you asked, pushing the subject. Once again panic in his eyes. He was scrambling for a story. You observed, wrote about what people did, how they acted. Had long ago started making up lies for Red Fox to tell Layla about himself and what he did before she had known about him. You could see all the signs of Jason trying to cover for last night. It was either he was Red Hood, or he was seeing someone else, and despite this arrangement being casual you really hoped he was Red Hood. You could handle that, but him maybe falling for someone else after you already had fallen for him was too much.

“It was more than one person, they wanted backup to search the place,” he said, voice uneven. He swallowed, wondering what this was really about. He didn’t have a lot of people that didn’t know his secret, never let anyone close, he wasn’t used to this kind of questioning. He could tell you didn’t believe him, but he couldn’t tell exactly what emotions you were feeling. Anxiety? Hurt? Hope? They were all moving through your eyes. Had you figured him out? Figured out he was Red Hood?

“Tell me the truth, please,” you said softly. He stared at you. How could he tell you the truth? He swallowed hard. “Were you seeing someone else? If you were just tell me before I start feeling more for you than I already do, I don’t want a broken heart.” He felt himself breath out slowly. He could handle this. He didn’t realize that you would think he was seeing other people, but he knew how to calm your nerves. Jason smiled softly at you, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You melted a little, smiling at him.

“I was not seeing someone else; I promise, it really was work, I went in helped contain the scene and catalogued the missing items, lots of fancy science words,” he said. You nodded. You didn’t believe a word. You knew he wasn’t seeing someone else, that was true, but that left the lie of work, which left the unsaid truth. Jason was Red Hood. You were sure of it. You weren’t going to tell him you knew; you would keep it to yourself, but now you at least could understand him canceling dates last minute.

“O good, I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this way,” you said. Jason smiled and shook his head. “So tell me, why does Bruce Wayne’s kid work night security at CADMUS labs?” He chuckled and sighed.

“Me and Bruce had a falling out several years ago, right when I finished school. We’re all good now but I got the chance to be on my own, make my own way in life, and found that I couldn’t do police work, I had a criminal record as a kid, but I could do security work. It may not be as helpful, but I can protect things like the chemicals and inventions at CADMUS, keep them out of the wrong hands, some of the stuff there could be dangerous,” he said. You nodded, listening to him talk more about work. It was a very well thought out cover story you had to admit.

“Sounds to me like you’re a couple steps down from a hero yourself, and we know how much I love a hero,” you said, giving him a smile. Jason smiled back but saw it in your eyes. You didn’t believe his story for a second. “Maybe you’ll be my next muse.” The way you said muse, the way your eyes lit up a little bit, he didn’t know how, but you knew. You knew about Red Hood, knew his secret. But you didn’t say anything, didn’t confront him. You were letting him keep it, tell you himself when he wanted. He hoped this meant you wouldn’t tell anyone else. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep your identity secret,” she said, making Jason hold his breath. “In my books,” she finished. He let out a breath and nodded.

“Just, if I tell you I got called into work and had to cancel?” he said.

“I’ll be sure to stay home, order in dinner maybe, or just always have pizza rolls on hand,” she said. Jason let out a breath. That he could live with, she was smart enough to just stay home.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

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