mara

song fics and silly stuff • dean winchester, jason todd, john constantine aerion and aemond targaryen's lawyer (fr)

[k2ntosss]

MARA !! 24yrs

ecuadorian, she/her, esp/eng, cancer, bi, jason, aemond and dean's wifey ⭒

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eventually trying to come back to writing, between working and doing pretty stuff on my nails :p

[k2ntosss]

sooooo… should i make a comeback?

[k2ntoss]

SAGE !! JASON TODD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsad green eyes and a box of memories ⭒

in which jason is left with nothing but a box filled with all the things you returned to him ! fluff, angst and comfort

word count ⭒ dunno, guys, short and sad comeback bc i feel sad and lowkey think this sucks but i really wanna write again ):

tw ⭒ none, just don't hate me bc i really don't know where did this came out from (i know but shhh)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪  ۫ ୭

it's weird how this box feels so heavy but it's nothing compared to the big things jason always lifts when working out, maybe he's too tired from the multiple nights of patrolling until the sunrise, from the constant beatings and wounds he got at the end of his shift and the non-stop work he did at daylight when he had to investigate or do his reports from last night. yeah, it must be that and not the fact that he carries every little gift he's gotten you in three years of a nice relationship on a box.

books, sweaters, plushies, little jewerly boxes and even the stupid green lantern pajamas pants you loved, suddenly his hate towards green rises on him again and reminds him of the pit and of hell, he hates it but not because it's a bad color but instead because it was your favourite and every damn thing on that box was green.

he remembers it clearly, the day he met you back on a small and old book shop. he was reaching for a pretty big edition of "the perfume” as he had read it was a good book and he wanted a small change from the feelings his re-reads of a few jane austen books had left on him. his hand runs gently over the spine of a line of books until he's able to read the tittle he was looking for and just as he gripped his fingers on the book he heard a soft pant “please, tell me that’s not the only one.”

turning around, he’s met by a pair of pretty, wide and disappointed eyes, long eyelashes hidden behind golden framed glasses and it feels like the air is being kicked out of his lungs because is it really like those cliché tropes of books and novels? but fuck it if he isn’t a sucker for that idea. it’s not like he hadn’t liked someone before but jason had never been one to believe love at first sight was a thing.

“i’m sorry, i actually think it’s the only one…” he muses and seeing the sadness in your face makes his mind scream, damn he really wanted to read that book, “but… you can have it, it’s not the last copy of the book, isn’t it?” now he tries to break the ice, offering you a small smile as he picks the book, handing it to you.

it’s worth it, even if he has to walk to another book shop to see if there was another edition, that glint of your eyes melted his heart and his defenses like he was a little boy once again.

“have you read it before?” you ask and as soon as jason shakes his head you’re fumbling with your bag, hands roaming around until you grasp a worn out copy, soft back with yellowed-pages, clutching it to your chest before handing it to him, “this was my first copy, i’ve read it a million times but i think that’s obvious…” now you’re looking a little too self-aware of how worn out your book is and yeah, it makes jason melt further inside.

“i think it’s clear you’ve read it a lot…” he says with a soft chuckle but it lacks any malice, if anything, the tall and intimidating guy in front of you looks like he’s seeing a cute puppy in front of him “but that means it’s worth reading it, isn’t it?”

now you’re the one wondering if the strangers to lovers trope is real. a man who reads, as stunning as the one standing right in front of you and that seems to be just as excited as you about a damn book. “you can have mine, it’s a fair exchange…” you hear your voice and it’s a bit of a surprise because you would never gift a book you so adore to a stranger but he doesn’t feel like a random stranger all of the sudden, “i’ve made notes on it, pasted a ton of post-its, maybe it’s too worn out-”

“i think there would never be a better option to read it for the first time.” when he cuts you off you’re not even mad, jason looks at the book you hold so dearly into your arms, like it was your most special belonging.

he tilts his head ever so slightly when instead of offering him the book, you’re once again fumbling with your bag and he’s about to ask you what’s going on before you produce a pen, wide smile on your lips and turn to use one of the shelves as a support.

“what’s your name?” you ask, excited while flipping the book open, eyes fixed on his while he’s still holding the hard cover edition.

“jason,” he barely mumbles, taken aback when you start writing something down.

as soon as you’re done you finally hand him the book, closed. he has no idea what you’ve written down and his curiosity is getting the best of him “don’t read it yet, i’ll die of embarrassment if you did… just, wait until you’re home, please.” and the faint flush of your cheeks is so adorable jason accepts.

“fine, i’ll read it at home but, you gotta let me pay for this because it wouldn’t be fair if i got your book as a gift and you had to pay for the one i almost snatched from you,” he offers and he does notices the effort you make to say no and decline his offering but it’s late.

long and decided strides have jason in front of the cashier before you can tell him not to worry, he pays and moves a bit further in the counter, asking the guy behind it for a pen and turning then to look at you “can i know your name?”

and as soon as you speak he repeats it in his mind at least ten times as he writes down a note too, not wanting to forget your name or your face because it had to be destiny that brought you both together over a book about a murderer.

“there, all yours to read as well at home,” he points out, a small and gentle smile on his face as he hands you the bag with your now new book.

he remembers it so well, how you’d written on that first page “this is for the sweet guy at the bookshop, i hope i made your first read as special as mine was. i hope i get to see you again soon, jason.” and how roy had to deal with his teenage-crush-like moment because only he knows how annoying he was as soon as he found out you had also written your number at the very last page of the story.

back at his safe house, he leaves the box on the coffee table. open and still full. he sits on the living room in complete silence, his gaze lost in the book shelf where he proudly displayed the first book you gave him. the same you had used to call him “the sweet guy” and he doesn’t find his will to throw it away or at least hide it.

it’s almost automatical when he reaches for the box, fingers grasping your copy and he opens it, tears prickling at his eyes as he reads his own handwriting “people who gift books are somehow special, but i’ve never met someone quite as yourself. i’m wishing this book brings us to meet again once i’ve finished it, andrea.”

it’s hard to think because after the pit jason thought there was no way on god’s earth he would ever be looked at with anything other than fear or regret but that day you looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours and it was like he was finally living again, something different from the pain and grief his days were since he came back. he found some hope, peace and a home, because you were home for him.

the one person he needed to live, the one person that he could rely on when he was fine and when he was about to break down. he clutched that book to his chest as if that could bring you back, the quiet sobbing had his shoulders shaking because how was he supposed to go on without the only thing that brought a little light to his existence?

[dinaluv]

The age I had when I was reading the most outrageous disgustingly perverted graphic fanfics known to humankind.

[yoonsucks]

A shaved cat is no cat.

Sukuna misses your bush.

You had been making out with your boyfriend for the larger part of some bad horror movie.

Things had gotten heated and you found yourself laying on your back, a cushion shoved underneath your hips and a hungry looking Sukuna tugging your sweatpants down.

"Babe." He suddenly paused, your panties pulled to the side.

"What?" You pout, trying to sit up and see what his sudden hesitance was about.

"The fuck is this? Why is she bald?"

"Bald- Suku! Cmon, stop messing around." You groan, flopping back down, your hands tugging on his hair.

You could feel him use his free hand to trace his fingers below your tummy, fingers grazing over a few razor bumps, but mainly the freshly shaven pubic hair area.

Sukuna looked like a kicked puppy, a deep frown pulling at his lips. "Babe, i want it back. Why'd you shave? It looked so good..."

"What the hell are you talking about? I had my everything shower last night and i though i should shave fully for once, yknow. Feel a bit more put together."

His tongue licked across the smooth skin, making you jolt and lift your hips up higher.

"I liked the way it tickled my face while i was eating you out... grow it back." he pouted against your soft flesh.

"Stop complaining and do something already!"

A cheap shriek and jumpscare from the movie playing made you roll your eyes, nudging your hips up again, trying to show him where you wanted some attention.

"Fine, but i'm punishing you for getting rid of her hair."

Yoon's notes: HE WANTS UR COOCH HAIR BACK GODDAMNIT I got insp for this from scrumptious_chowder on tiktok I LOVE THEM Also @liliklei ........

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[k2ntosss]

WHY IS SHE BALD IM CRYING 😭😭😭😭

[ciricearts]

saying this here too

half of Mexico is in chaos, stores are burning, cars are exploding, there are shootouts, services are being canceled and our president is doing nothing, and I don't see many international media talking about this

porfa si eres de méxico quédate en tu casa, resguárdate y no salgas si no es TOTALMENTE necesario, cuídense mucho 🫶💜

[stillnotsquashed]

*over comms*

Bruce: Dick, Damian, I need you to report to the Batcave immediately.

Dick: Why?

Bruce: A witch said she was going to take my first born and I don’t know if adoption are magically binding.

Jason: If adoptions aren't magically binding then surely the fact Damian was surgical removed from Talia and hatched from a tube of goo matters too.

Tim: Yeah. She might have to wait until you have another child.

Jason: But surely Bruce could just insist on c-sections from now on.

Dick: Guys...

Damian: I refuse to believe the nature of birth matters.

Tim: These things matter to witches.

Dick: Guys!

Tim: Come on, Dick. I am not saying the witch doesn't see him as B's, just that she doesn't see him as born.

Stephanie: Why doesn't one of us just call Zatanna?

Dick: Guys! Adoptions are magically binding. The witch is chasing me right now!

[sreppub]

bruce trapped underneath puppy pile of children. if he moves he is evil and hates them

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Damian’s Secret Little Brother PART 1

Please do not repost:)

[saiaisaiko]

I think the post was from @papayafromtv. I love it. @chaoticbatfam you need to see this, it is hilarious

[stillnotsquashed]

Jason: I can't believe Bruce is making me write a CV when I am legally dead. What am I going to write? Crime Lord for three years specialising in garbage disposal and logistics?

Dick: I'll help. I am great at getting jobs.

Jason: No, you and your Barbie-ass CV can get out of here.

Dick: My what?

Jason: You have had more jobs than Barbie! And like bizarre jobs. A cop. A model. De facto Prince Consort to an alien kingdom. It's not normal. Ugh... basically the only Barbie job you've not had is being a pop star.

Dick: I mean, me and the Teen Titans did release an album under fake names. How do you think we paid for the Tower?