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hi !!!!

introduction post :)

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aughb i want a relationship and also am scared of commitment and intimacy and like everything. im shcrodingers stupidest soldier and i want to eat chocolate croissants

peridotnature854

literally meeee

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love him the way he's afraid to be loved

⋆˚࿔ when catherine's ghosts visits earth again, the only person who can see her is you, constantine's apprentice who appears to have the power to talk to the deads. that's when she reaches for you and begs you to look after jason and give him her last message of a love that never died, to love him like she couldn't do anymore. angst

a/n: i swear im getting backkkk i missed you so much and btw happy new year yallll, back with throwing angst at jay

The night in Gotham was cold in that way only magic and misery could make it, heavy, humming, like static trapped in the bones of the city. The spirits felt restless in the fog that crawled along Crime Alley, their translucent silhouettes drifting slow and curious, drawn toward the only person who could see them: you. It wasn’t unusual. Constantine said the dead were drawn to two things: unfinished business and people who could listen.

You happened to be both, which was unfortunate, but incredibly useful on nights like this. You inhaled, the air sharp with the scent of rain and gasoline, focusing on the faint shape of a woman leaning against a rusted dumpster. Her outline flickered like a burnt out neon sign, but her eyes… those were clear, wide, desperate.

“Stay with me” you murmured gently, stepping closer, your hand outstretched though you couldn’t touch her. “Tell me what happened”

Before she could answer, the heavy growl of a motorcycle ripped through the alley, loud enough that a few spirits dissolved into the fog out of irritation. You sighed, already knowing who it was just from the reckless volume. Jason never moved quietly, not when it came to vehicles, not when it came to trouble, and definitely not when it came to you. The bike skidded to a halt in front of you, the red helmet tilting your way in that cocky, amused annoyance he always carried when he caught you doing something dangerous alone.

“You’re talking to thin air again” Jason said, voice thick through his helmet, arms folding over his chest in a show of mock disapproval. “Either that, or you finally snapped. Which, honestly? Wouldn’t shock me”

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ohhhhhhh my god it's 10am i didn't want to cry