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[jasntodds]

I’m Alex 💕 —> she/her, 28, I like to write a lot angst, have too many WIPS, gif maker over here, I get a new hyperfixation and make it my entire personality for the next 6 months. My main blog is @logangarfield​​ and my library blog is @jasntoddslibrary​​

On the blog —> DC (mostly batfam), Marvel, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf, and 911. Lots of fics I need to read, lots of fics I wrote/ am currently writing, the occasional text post I find relatable, sometimes I say things that I’m thinking

✉ About the writing —> Lots of angst, some fluff, and some smut. Big fan of slow burns and friends to lovers. And person A gets hurt so person B cleans them up in a bathroom late at night

✒ Currently writing for: —> Peter Parker (MCU!Peter, ASM!Peter) —> Gar Logan —> Jason Todd (Titans!Jason, Comics!Jason) —> Stiles Stilinski —> JJ Maybank —> Steve Harrington —> Evan Buckley —> Dick Grayson (Titans!Dick, Comics!Dick)

♍︎ BLOG LINKS:

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✓ NEW:

Spare Key (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

Penance Ch 7 (Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader)

Penance Ch 8 (Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader)

⛏ COMING SOON:

Untitled Steve Harrington one-shot

Penance Ch 9 (Caving In Book 3) (Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader)

Beautiful Things (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

Soulmate!Peter Parker one-shot

Burning Red (Jason Todd x Reader)

Soulmate!Jason Todd request

BTHB Stiles Stilinski request

BTHB Jason Todd request

Untitled Dick Grayson request

🔗 OTHER LINKS:

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[pronounsrus]

hihi!! is it okay if you do any prns based off of me (tweek from sp), any coffee themed prns, webcore/internet themed prns or arctic monkeys (band/music) themed prns?? /nf!! thank u!! :]

Im sorry but none of us have seen south park (took us a while to figure out thats what you meant), we have coffee ones here, as well as computer virus ones but we can do a webcore then an arctic monkeys theme! Spectre loves that band so that one will be fun for him when they get back I'm sure ^^

(sper sorry for the late reply this was sitting in our drafts for a bit)

Webcore/internet theme bellow!!

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[atatakami]

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---⊰☼⊱ ;;  It is after two in the morning when she leaps from the bottom  step of the bus and sprints down the sidewalk, with her heel catching in a sidewalk's crack and suffering, then, from a fatal fall -- knees scraped  against concrete, wrists equally bloodied; and, to boot, it has begun to  drizzle -- though the cool crystal of rain eases the stinging of torn flesh.  She is swift to jump back to her feet, heeds no attention to wounds, with  mind focused on one thing and one thing only; one destination only.  Defended by the logic that, if she is unable to sleep, she may as well  make use of the time spent awake. 

                  It is uncanny that her final decision comes to it's conclusion while she is standing in the shower, hot steam to clear a clouded mind and collect scattered thoughts -- and thus she is to jump out of the bath (and simultaneously slip on the tile -- so this, then, is her second fall of the night) and throw wet hair lazily into a bun before rushing out of her door. She had not even grabbed her phone -- he will have no warning before she arrives at his door step, and she has no map to follow.                  to love, is to feel a profoundly deep and passionate affection for someone. and, as a noun, the act of love is an intense feeling of affection. However, when too much time is spent dwelling on what is and is not "love" -- in the end, it is complicated far more than it needs to be, and in the end, it is more than just she who ends up involved and wilted. Perhaps, though, there is the chance -- to re - plant the flowers she has crushed beneath her own feet.                 Endlessly, she lives in fear. Fear of failure on stage, in studio. Fear of thunder, lightning and rain -- fear of long car rides, fear of abandonment; dwelling, for so long, in her own self pity -- that it then forces away any one who could ever wish to bring her the happiness she really wants. And, at last, she is tired of it. Though perhaps her impulse is derived from a consecutive four days without a proper night's rest. 

                 She runs the entire path between front door and bus stop,  breaking not even a second for breath. Gentle drizzle has already turned into swift rain that pounds against shoulders and washes away the tint of crimson staining palms, knuckles and knee caps  -- yet, for once, she could not care less about the weather's state. 

                 She is lucky to remember the directions to his home and is lucky to remember which room is resides in. She is less lucky, however, to have to then jolt and stumble up three flights of stairs when her legs are already giving out. It's sheer determination and impulse, at this rate, that keeps her going. Then presents, when she comes to a halt after an agonizing eternity, two forceful knocks to his door. Her chest heaves and hurts -- inhaling is excruciating. 

                                                      " .. Ka .. Ka--  Kaito! " is her stuttered call while desperately trying to catch her breath. She is assuming, though, that he is even awake. Another knock -- more comparable, really, to a pound of her first against his door, and hoping -- pleading, that this journey does not come to a conclusion so early and all for naught; though in the end, perhaps she had waited too long, after all. 

[atatakami]

---⊰☼⊱ ;; " I heard that Ia - Chi and Len - kun finally started kissing.                                 Looks like I don't have to punch Len after all~! "