۶ৎ Hijabi!reader x Jason Todd

Summary: After taraweh, you get lost on your way home in Gotham and you're saved by Red Hood. He walks you home from a distance, respecting your boundaries during Ramadan, leading to a quiet, meaningful encounter neither of you will forget.

𖹭.ᐟ Warnings: Islamophobia, verbal harassment, hate speech, attempted assault, brief physical restraint, violence, mentions of muggers, nighttime danger, mild emotional distress.

a/n: English isn't my first language, so if you find any grammar mistakes feel free to tell me! Ramadan Mubarak to all my Muslim girlies. I hope your fasting is light inchallah 🫶🏼🫶🏼

☆ Sequel to this? ☆

The cold night air hit your face the second you got out of the mosque. You shuddered, closing your eyes for a second as you walked past some old women who were waiting outside for their sons to come out from the men’s side.

You hugged your coat tighter over your abaya as you hurried away. Your parents were probably already asleep, since they hadn’t gone with you to pray taraweh, and you didn’t want to be any later.

But it seemed like the universe hated you, because you got lost on your way home. The second you stepped into that dark alley, you found yourself surrounded by a pair of muggers. They looked drugged and a bit drunk, barely able to control their movements.

Being the smart girl you were, you didn’t let yourself look small between them. You held your chin up, refusing to show fear. They laughed cruelly.

“What are you doing? Cosplaying Batman?” the taller one said.

You rolled your eyes. You heard that comment every time you wore your black abaya and hijab, so it barely annoyed you anymore.

“Well, at least I’m not pathetic enough to harass strangers,” you replied confidently.

“You Muslims are disgusting. No wonder no one likes you,” the shorter one said, crossing his arms as he stepped closer, invading your space bit by bit.

Instinctively, you stepped back, preparing yourself in case a fight broke out. “What do you want?”

“Go back to your country, you terrorist. You’re the biggest problem Gotham has. If it wasn’t for people like you, we’d have jobs,” he spat, pointing a finger at you, getting closer and closer. His breath reeked of smoke.

You took advantage of his closeness and tried to fight back, but it was a mistake. The other man grabbed your arms, pinning them in place.

You struggled, but it was useless. Two against one. Your prayer mat was forgotten on the ground the moment they trapped you. It hurt to see it there—dirty, soaked in a puddle. It was your favourite one. A gift from your grandmother.

Before you could think any further, a man with a red helmet appeared, knocking the muggers out in seconds. When it was over, he turned to you. You immediately averted your gaze. It was Ramadan. You had to.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice clearly modulated.

“Yeah… you came just in time,” you murmured, eyes still fixed on the ground.

He didn’t answer. You crouched down to pick up your soaked prayer mat, inspecting it sadly. What used to be a soft red was now a muddy brown.

You sighed, forcing yourself not to cry. “Thank you,” you said quietly, turning to leave.

“Wait—” He grabbed your arm.

You startled, quickly pulling away.

“Please, don’t touch me,” you said calmly. “I’d appreciate it.”

“—Right. Sorry,” he said quickly. “I can walk you home. It’s late, and this is Gotham.”

You hesitated, staring at the ground. You wanted him to come with you. Gotham was dangerous. But if someone saw you with a man during Ramadan… your parents—

“…Okay,” you sighed. “But keep your distance. Don’t walk next to me.”

He looked confused but nodded. “Okay.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

He followed you home from a distance, moving from rooftop to rooftop. You walked calmly, knowing you were protected, even if he wasn’t beside you.

When you reached your front door, you paused before slipping inside silently. You didn’t notice your hijab pin falling to the ground.

Red Hood did.

Before he could step forward to return it, a small, judgmental voice spoke behind him.

“Following a Muslim woman after taraweh. In Ramadan. Bold choice.” Jason turned to see Damian, arms crossed, gaze sharp with disapproval.

“I walked her home. She wanted distance,” Jason sighed.

Damian raised an eyebrow. “From what I saw, you respected it. Barely.”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m not,” Damian replied calmly. “I’m just saying. Following her from the shadows is still following.”

“She was attacked,” Jason snapped. “I wasn’t leaving her alone.” A pause.

“…You didn’t touch her again,” Damian admitted. “And you stopped where she asked you to.”

“That was the point.”

Damian studied him for a moment before turning away. “Good. Then don’t make it something it isn’t.”

He disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jason alone with the quiet street—and the pin still lying on the ground.

Jason crouched and picked it up, turning it over in his hand. He’d seen you wear it since the day he met you. You were clearly attached to it.

A light turned on upstairs.

He looked up. Your room.

He climbed up to return the pin, but froze when he saw you removing your hijab. The curtains hid most of you, just a silhouette, a hint of colour. He looked away immediately. Even if curiosity tugged at him, respect won.

He knocked twice on the window, still facing the other way.

You startled, quickly covering your hair. Your hijab was already in the laundry, so you grabbed your bedsheet, wrapping it around yourself before opening the window slightly.

When you saw him, you sighed. “Do you need something?”

He glanced up briefly, making sure you were covered—and laughed softly when he saw the sheet.

“What are you laughing at?” you whispered sharply. You didn’t want your parents waking up.

He smiled, holding out the pin. “You dropped this.”

You gasped, taking it carefully. “Thank you.”

You placed it on your nightstand, then studied him. You’d seen those cargo pants before. That jacket. That way of moving.

“Do I know you?” you asked.

He stiffened. “No.”

You narrowed your eyes, unconvinced. “…Okay. I need to sleep. I have college tomorrow.”

He nodded, getting the hint and left.

As he climbed back onto the roof, a folded note slipped through your window.

"Stay safe.

—J”

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So I've been thinking..

Hijabi!reader in taskforce 141 who would do that as well,

Price would be nonchalant and simply continued what he was doing, but keeping in mind to not look at you. He was a man with self control after all, but he was still a man. There was no harm imagining what you looked like underneath that veil right?

Ghost, i'd say would look at first. He wouldn't care, someone's stepped into the room he was in? It was only making sense of him to look. Maybe it was just the way he was, conditioned to be vigilant since young and even more so in his line of work. However, he'd look away when you glared at him. A silent threat to demand respect.

Soap would look, not because he didn't respect you, it was just a reflex. When he heard you yelling, he turned his head towards you instead of looking away. If that scene of Soap looking at Ghost without blinking when the lieutenant took off his mask says anything.. yeah. Curiosity killed the cat. He even had the audacity to smile sheepishly when you glared at him. He'd avert his gaze a second after that though, but not without checking you out properly. Who can't blame him? And what's wrong with appreciating one of the God's beautiful creations that was you?

choose your outfit fem ver: going to some fancy gala in Milan with your dad (who has to make an iron man appearance)

copy of text at bottom of pic: Important note!! hairstyles can be any texture, color, or length (or can even be wigs) so don't let that throw you lol. Love you!!!

also all the accessories, nails etc are optional, you are more than welcome to mix and match or whatever you vibe with, THERE ARE NO RULES SHIRT BROTHER!!!!!

anyway lemme know if yall are into this and I'll make more!!! I'll do a masc/androgynous/not feminine version and reblog it for extended options. (also PLEASE let me know if I forgot to include anything in the hair/head scarves section!! I tried to get a good variety of hair textures, hijabs, and turbans, but I ran out of room lol. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO FEEL EXCLUDED!!!!!! I LOVE YOU BABES!!!!!!!!)

: ̗̀➛ cute mini-mood of my favs x hijabi! s/o ⊹

Author's note ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: as a hijabi girly I really loved the idea of making cute lil mood boards of soobie boobie, innie & channie w/ a hijabi s/o

☆ the mini-moods are free for use, just please reblog & give me credits! If you'd like me to make you a customized personal mood board please reblog/ personally DM me!

SOOBIE BOOBIE (SOOBIN- TXT)

INNIE WINNIE (I.N- STRAY KIDS)

CHANNIE (BANG CHAN- STRAY KIDS)

@itsbuckysworld secret Santa for @imbrium-barnes: Bucky Barnes x hijabi!reader

Pure Christmas fluff. No warnings.

A/n: okay so @imbrium-barnes I looked at ur blog and there seemed to be someone else asking abt the stuff in ur wish list?? ( I asked abt celebrating holidays) Idk if your doing two separate ones or there was a mistake, but I wrote this for u! It’s quite short, but I hope u enjoy!

Feedback is appreciated! Especially abt any inaccuracies bc I’m not a part of this religion, so I obviously don’t know lots of things abt it.

Just self indulgent stuff lol

I think muslim!gaz would be the kind of guy who forgot he's already married to you.

He would still look away when you unveiled at the privacy of your room, and his.

The gesture made you giggle, and you couldn't help but teased him everytime.

"Hey, it's okay.. you can look" you whispered lowly, approaching him.

"Come on, no one will know.." you added.

A little bit of role play you two likes to do, the thrill idea of defying God.

Even though it was just an act.

The embarrassment simmering under his skin faded in a second when he remembered you were already his. The corner of his lips twitched before he sighed, feigning disinterest.

"I shouldn't.." he murmured, locking eyes with yourself through the mirror before looking away.

"Shouldn't" you repeated, wrapping your hands around his arm.

Pressing against him, you couldn't help but appreciate his physique— making small circles on his bicep with a slow caress of your finger. "But you want to"

You saw his adams apple bobbing in response to your words.

The pleasure of worldly desires—has been made appealing to him.

And it was his right to take.

Yet, the both of you liked to pretend that it wasn't.

"I don't hear a no.." you continued teasing, smiling wide at how flustered he seemed to be. The confident, charming man who had your hand in marriage— became stiff as board when the object of desire presented itself to him.

If it wasn't for his dark complexion, you would be able to see the appearance of heat spreading across his cheeks. Cupping his face, you felt the warmth in your palm.

A finger trailed his jaw, a hum of your voice vibrating against him.

".. No you didn't" words finally made it's way out his lips even though his throat felt dry still.

Then, he finally looked at you.

Rings of dark brown trailing over your features, drinking your appearance. You could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a hitch between his breaths.

He always reacted like had only seen you unveiled for the first time. The fact made a warm glow to bloom within you.

Your mind wandered to that moment. You remembered fidgeting under his gaze, seeing his hands fisting in his lap out of the corner of his eyes, like he was holding back.

He didn't have to do that now, though.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Hjabi!Reader

Request :) :  Happy new year! I hope you are doing great! I had a question, could you do a oneshot or a series(depending on how you feel) about a hijabi reader x bucky?  I'm a hijabi myself and there is no stories so far like it. Please let me know what you think. Have an awesome day!

Word count: 1,596 (Look at me go!)

A/N My very first request! This was so much fun to write, I hope you guys like it, this is for my dear friend @i-am-mina, she gave me the sweet idea. Im still taking requests, so dont be shy! Enjoy :)

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The church was beautiful, stained glass littered the walls of the cathedral and the rich dark wood of the furniture was complementary to the flower wreath that stood positioned upright in the center.  Standing right of the cherry wood coffin that held a national hero whose name you didn’t catch, due to you being a bit nervous of being in the public eye, your job was to work in the shadows not stride in the spotlight. You sat stiffly in the pew of the church, suddenly your hijab felt a little tight around your neck.