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berriusagi · 3 years

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Stomach Bug Ch3

Future Plans

Thank you everyone who’s reading this fic and enjoying it. It really means a lot that you guys like this fic so much.

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Everything settled down once Alfred stepped in the announce dinner, Jason was forced to relinquish Marinette so she could regain her footing and settle her stomach. Damian helped steady her as she took a few slow deep breaths to calm her stomach. Dick still much too animated, was herding the two youngest into the dining room where the table was filled with a large array of food plates set out and silverware pristine.

Damian helped her to a seat beside himself making sure she was comfortable before taking his seat much to the amusement of his family. “What?” he glared, catching his family all staring at him with a mix of glee and surprise.

“Oh nothing, just didn’t take you for a helicopter boyfriend.” Jason chuckled taking his seat and started to pile his plate full of Alfred’s amazing cooking.

“She’s pregnant, she should be careful.” Damian glared filling his and Marinette’s plate with all the vegetarian options he could find.

Marinette sighed softly watching Damian’s antics, a small smile on her face as he set her plate down in front of her, “Thank you Dami.” She whispered trying hard to ignore the three brothers across from her making exaggerated cooing and gagging noises at them

Bruce shook his head a fond smile on his face as everyone got their food and settled in to eat a comfortable silence falling over them as everyone enjoyed the meal. Of course, this is the Wayne household so silence never lasted long and it was Bruce to break it this time.

“So, Marinette why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself and you’re planning now that you’re pregnant, what do you plan to do for school?” Bruce asked sipping on some wine as he watched the two youngest.

“Schooling won’t be a problem. I was already doing online classes, so it won’t be a problem keeping up with my classes. As for the future I just want to do what is best for the baby and my future.” She smiled sipping on some water.

“And we’ll be there to help her out every step of the way,” Harley grinned, reaching over to ruffle Marinette’s hair.

“Of course, however, we should discuss her living arrangements.” Bruce nodded, setting his glass down pointedly ignoring his three eldest dramatically rolling their eyes and their comments of, ‘oh Christ’ and ‘he has to stop at some point.’

Harley just looked him in the eye and crossed her arms, “She will be living with her mothers, we can provide for her just fine Bruce. She should remain somewhere she is familiar with and comfortable so she doesn’t stress herself out.”

“I understand that, however, I’d very much like to get to know my son’s girlfriend and would like to know that she always has someone with her.” Bruce said eyeing both women at his table, “I don’t mean to sound rude but you two are well-known guests at Arkham.”

“Ivy and I haven’t gotten thrown into Arkham since we got Marigold,” Harley glared, getting to her feet, “And I don’t like your tone you are not just going to swoop in and take my daughter just because she’s carrying your grandchild Bruce. She is staying at home with us where we can help her and make sure she is happy and comfortable.”

“I don’t mean to insult Harley.” Bruce said, raising his hands in a calming manner, “I want what is best for her as much as you. We can get her a private doctor who won’t go to the press if they find out whose child she is carrying. We can watch over her in the event of you two having to handle up on other matters of less legal means.”

Tension filled the room as the kids watched Harley and Bruce go back and forth with their arguments and reasoning for why it would be best for Marinette to live with them as opposed to the other. Jason seemed greatly entertained enjoying the show while Dick seemed to want to play mediator trying to cut in but failing each time as they just grew louder. It wasn’t long until the room was filled with Bruce’s stern voice and Harley’s animated accented speech.

“Maman,” Marinette shouted, effectively shutting down the argument as Harley turned to look at Marinette, “Maybe we can compromise?” she asked a bit quietly.

Harley sighed, sitting down, and waved her hand signaling for Marinette to continue as she grabbed a roll biting into it as she waited for Marinette to say her piece.

Marinette took a moment to breathe and collect her thoughts before turning to look at Bruce, “Mr. Wayne, do you want me to live here?” she asked, getting his nod of confirmation, “Maman, and Mum you still want me to stay at home?” she added looking over at Harley and Ivy getting their nods as well.

She nodded, taking another moment, “How about we have a sort of… custody agreement?” she asked, trying to think of the proper words, “All my schoolwork and projects are at home and I don’t want to completely relocate this late in the year. I can still stay with my moms’ during the week and on the weekend I can stay here. On holidays all of us can come over and spend the break here.” She said looking between the adults, “That way I’m still with my moms and you all can still get to know me and you can keep your eyes on me since no one thinks I can function now that I’m pregnant.”

The adults fell into silence thinking the proposal over. Harley let out a sigh letting her head fall back in her seat, “I suppose it’ll do but if anything happens to you while you’re here we are locking you in your room away from Bruce.” She quickly threw in.

“And if either of you end up in Arkham then she’s being moved to the manor immediately.” Bruce tacked on staring the two women down.

“So… doesn’t everyone agree to the terms?” Marinette asked, looking between the two a bit warily as they continued to stare each other down.

“It’s a good compromise.” Ivy said putting a hand on Harley’s arm, “Right Bruce?”

“Yes it is,” Bruce nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from Harley to look at Marinette, “I’ll have Alfred prepare a room for you.”

Marinette nodded a soft smile on her face as the tension began to leave the room as everyone went back to quietly eating. Until Jason decided to cut in, “You met Demon Spawn through a pen pal assignment, right? How’d that go?”

Marinette giggled softly as Damian got this slightly pained look on his face at the mention of how they met. “I used to go to school in Paris, we had a pen pal assignment. We would send letters back and forth at first it was only for the assignment. I’ll admit I wasn’t aware he was from a well-known wealthy family and since it was just for school we didn’t share many personal details at the beginning.” She admitted.

“What was it that caused the snowball?” Damian asked, leaning back trying to remember.

“You mentioned in your letter that you were in the middle of a feud with your brothers because one of them threatened to eat Batcow and another hid Jerry the Turkey around Thanksgiving.” Marinette said giggling at the memory, “I was so confused that you had farm animals, and then the next letter you sent pictures of your animals. I still have them in an old photo album somewhere.”

“From there we just started talking more when the assignment was due to end she sent me her email and we continued to talk through that later it turned into video calls then we swapped numbers when she came to Gotham.” Damian finished pointedly ignoring his brothers looking at him as if he was a clone.

“Why did you move to Gotham?” Dick asked looking at Marinette a bit curious, “Not many people pick Gotham when they’re looking for new places to live.”

“I came to Gotham because that’s where my moms live. They adopted me a little over a year ago and I was flown out here once the adoption was all finished.” She said her formerly bright and happy smile fading away to a more somber one.

“You mentioned projects.” Jason quickly cut in drawing Marinette’s attention, “are they school projects or hobbies?”

“Oh, they’re commissions for an online store I have. I like to keep them in one spot part of why I don’t want to leave home just yet it’ll take a while to properly pack everything up so nothing is ruined.” She smiled a bit of her shine coming back, “I run a small online boutique and make clothing. The sweater and jeans I’m wearing I actually made. I don’t often buy premade clothing unless it’s to customize.”

Once the sudden round of questioning came to an end other conversations began to flow smoothly after that everyone taking turns to ask a question or to throw out an answer. The tension from the previous custody argument seemingly forgotten as the Wayne boys took turns trying to learn as much about Marinette as possible. However, Marinette made it a tad difficult for them to get any real personal information on her as she seemed to masterfully skirt around certain questions while making it seem like she wasn’t dodging the question.

If anyone noticed her doing so they didn’t comment on it. Soon the plates were cleared away and Alfred was coming out with a plate stacked with macarons of multiple colors and flavors. Alfred walked around and set down a few macarons on everyone’s plate before disappearing back into the kitchen with a few leftovers for him to enjoy. Everyone kindly thanked Marinette for bringing the dessert even though she didn’t have to as they each picked up their cookie to take a bite.

Soft chatter began to fill as the boys began complimenting Marinette on the macarons as they all enjoyed the sweet cookies. “These are delicious Marinette where did you learn to make them?” Dick asked his cheeks ballooned out like a chipmunk as he chewed.

Marinette giggled happiness filling her as everyone enjoying her dessert, “I grew up in a bakery most of my life so baking is just second nature at this point.” she smiled, “I usually make bread for the week on sundays so it’s one less thing we have to worry about getting at the store.” she added.

The Wayne boys nodded as they enjoyed the cookies and continued with their previous attempt of questioning Marinette though didn’t get very far once again. Marinette seemed to know how to handle questioning quite well to answer a question by not giving an answer at all and it didn’t even bother them.

All too soon dinner came to an end and the Isley-Quinzels had to leave so that Marinette could get to sleep for her classes in the morning. They all stood at the front door saying their good-byes and planning when best to drop Marinette off on the upcoming Friday. “We’ve also already found her an OB-GYN we’ll send over the information and when we have appointments settled we’ll be sure to notify you if we keep this doctor,” Ivy said as she pulled on her coat.

“You trust this doctor?” he asked looking at her as the boys were busy trying to say their good-byes to Marinette.

“We won’t know for sure until we’re in her office. Marinette is a good judge of character if she doesn’t trust the doctor then we won’t continue to go to them.” Ivy said as Marinette kissed Damian on the cheek before coming over to join them, “We’ll keep you informed on how everything goes but we won’t be able to set up an appointment until sometime next week.”

He nodded and opened the door for them, “You three have a safe night and I’ll see you on Friday Marinette.” Bruce smiled gently patting her back as she nodded following her mother’s out.

“Have a nice evening Mr. Wayne.” She smiled softly up at him as they all left heading down the stairs as Bruce closed the door and turned to face his sons. He let out a tired sigh watching as they all seemed to be ganging up on Damian trying to interrogate him about Marinette to learn as much as they could before Friday rolled around.

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justcourttee · 4 years

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I love your sibling Jasonette, so may I please have some more? *Raises gruel bowl*

A little angsty, a little sweet. I hope you love this one too :)

The Birthday Gift

Jason was having a shitty day.

Marinette was supposed to call him when her plane touched down at Gotham Airport, but that was hours ago and she had yet to return a single message. On top of that, stupid Bruce blindsided with yet another intervention with Batman Incorporated and how yes there are terrible villains out there, but we are not the judge, jury, and executioner. A load of hypocrites if you asked him. Finally, Roy stood him up for a drink at their favorite bar due to a meeting with Oliver.

So he could honestly say he was not surprised when a handful of Joker’s thugs dropped in on him on his self-pitying walk home.

“Look, guys, today is not my day. I’ll let you off easy if you leave now.”

The men’s painted smiles sent shivers down his back, reminding him just a little too much of the original. They said nothing as they circled him, waiting for him to make the first move, a mistake he had made many times with them.

“C’mon dudes, can’t you give a guy a break. It’s my birthday today and even my own sister stood me up.”

One of the men began to snicker as if he found the idea of Jason’s loneliness funny. Maybe it was, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to laugh with them. The sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention. He felt his whole body stiffen as the maniacal laughter reached his ears. No one else sounded so deranged, so crazy, but it couldn’t be. The world didn’t hate him this much right?

Wrong.

“Well, well, well, little Jason Todd. Oh my, it’s been so long, you’ve grown so much.”

Joker himself in all of his clown prince glory. His smile sickened Jason’s stomach to the core.

“What do you want, Joker?”

The clown’s face frowned in mock hurt as he placed a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Is that any way to talk to your favorite agent of chaos? Now now little bird, I’m not here as a threat, I’m here to offer you some birthday fun! After all, you always were my favorite little Robin. It’s why I treated you so much more tenderly than the rest.”

Joker reached up to wipe a fake tear from his face before allowing the grin to stretch it’s way back slowly. Jason’s mind was racing with possibilities, the number one being an exit strategy. Four men, all deranged, plus the Joker himself. It wasn’t looking great, but there was no way this clown was going to kill him twice in this lifetime.

“What’s this gift you mentioned? So kind of you to think of me on this day.” It took everything he had to hold back the sarcasm from dripping off his tongue. His hand moved in the slightest, trying to reach the gun he had tucked in his waistband.

“I’m glad you asked-”

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure dropped from the rooftops, landing on the nearest goon. The three remaining men all reached for their weapons, but could never touch them. Something shot out, gripping their guns and pulling them into the abyss of darkness. For a brief second, Jason allowed himself to feel hopeful.

Maybe the old man finally remembered his birthday, maybe he was here to help him. But as the figure stood, taking a step into the light, he felt his heart drop. A small girl stood in front of him dressed in a skintight black suit, small red dots lining her sides. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head, her mask solid red matching the side of her suit.

“I’ll give you one chance Joker, let go of the boy and I’ll let you go.”

There was a tense silence for a moment before Joker laughter tore through the air.

“A child! Are you Batman's new birdy my girl?”

The small figure stiffened as Joker’s men began recovering their wits, some drawing pocket knives, others closing in with their bare hands.

“Do I look like a bird to you?”

Jason had to hand it to her. The kid had guts to stand before the Joker and insult his jokes, but he knew the clown’s patience was running thin. Sooner or later, he was going to give the order and the thugs would tear into her. He was so close to his gun, but any sudden movement could put her in danger now.

“Now now, it sounds like you need an attitude adjustment. Why don’t you ask Jason here how it feels?”

His smirk was sinister and with the flick of his hand, the thugs all jumped. They were fast, but she was faster. One by one she knocked them out, flipping and twirling with grace as she dodged each attempt on her life. Jason’s fingers finally wrapped around his gun, a sense of relief flooding through his body.

This was what he needed to shift the fight, but something stopped him. Numbness spread through his limbs as he lost his grip on the gun, the weapon clattering against the concrete. He vaguely recognized the hand on his back giving him a shove forward, but he couldn’t put his arms out to save himself.

“No!” The girl tried to rush forward, but she was distracted as one of the thugs landed a punch, knocking her off her balance. They managed to subdue her, holding her still as Joker moved forward to examine the new curiosity.

“Quite interesting. How do you know my Jason?”

The girl’s eyes clouded over as she mustered as much strength as she could, trying to pull her arms free. Joker raised his hand, a sickening smack coming from the girl’s face as a red mark began to form. Jason tried to move, he needed to protect her like she tried to do for him, but it was impossible.

“Now, I asked you a question. Show some respect for your elders!” His laughter only enraged the girl.

“Don’t you dare touch him.”

“Oh, you mean, like this?” Joker raised his leg, landing a kick right into Jason’s ribcage sending the clown into a fit of laughter. “Or this?”

“Stop it! No! Jason!”

He knew the voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn’t focus on it, not with the endless pain rolling in.

“All you have to do is answer the question! You have the power to stop this dear.”

Jason tried his best to raise his head to look at her properly, but the best he could do was land one eye on the girl. The face, mask or not, he knew that face. Joker raised his foot once more, stopping only a millimeter from Jason’s face.

“He’s my brother! I swear if you hurt him again I’ll kill you. I’ll kill all of you.”

Jason felt the realization flood through him as his heart dropped. She didn’t abandon him. She was right here. Marinette.

“I see, I didn’t know my dear Jason had a sister. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect him to be related to someone so weak.”

He reared back his foot again, delivering yet another blow. Jason heard Marinette yell in rage, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“What the-”

Jason couldn’t see anything, he could barely move from the paralysis and the bruised rib cage. He heard the sounds of commotion sending panic through his body. These weren’t like the villains Marinette faced in Paris, these were rougher around the edge, their only goal to kill. Parsian villains killed, but almost always on accident, collateral damage. These men did it for fun.

He tested his fingers, a sense of urgency flooding through him as they twitched under his strained effort. Jason just about had his full hand in motion again when five shots rang through the air sucking the breath from his lungs.

“Bug? Bug are you alright?”

Jason couldn’t help the tears that fell down his face and trickled into his voice. She was the only family that mattered to him, the only one that ever cared for him. Using his good hand, he attempted to flip himself, only succeeding in straining his wrist.

“Bug!”

Two hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into their lap, his head lolled backward before a soft touch helped him prop upwards. Two shining blue eyes stared down into his, a splatter of blood staining her mask.

“Bug what did you do? You don’t kill.”

She shook her head, dropping down to hug his numb body.

“I only wounded them. They crawled away carrying their stupid clown leader. Jason, I was so scared they were going to kill you.”

He felt a hot tear hit his face and then another. Soon her tears mixed with his own as the shock faded away. He almost let that asshole kill him again and in front of Marinette.

“Hey, hey, no tears on your birthday.”

Marinette wiped away his before she took care of her own, a shaky giggle escaping her lips.

“Mari, why didn’t you call back? I was so worried.”

The feeling had returned in both his arms as he tried his best to move his legs next.

“I was trying to finish your birthday gift, you know how I get when I’m sewing.”

It was Jason’s turn to laugh, still shaky as well as he tried to push what had happened out of his mind.

“What did you get me?”

“A new jacket. I know leather is your favorite and you always seem to ruin the ones I make you.”

They both shared a laugh as Marinette shook her head.

“Let me see if we’re lucky tonight.”

Marinette gently set him back on the ground as she called upon her lucky charm, only to throw it directly into the air with her signature phrase. Hundreds of small ladybugs circled his body, a warmth spreading throughout where they touched.

As they disappeared into the night sky, Jason tested his legs, a small smile tugging at his lips when they moved at his command.

“You know how much I love that thing right?”

Marinette shook her head as she called off her transformation catching a small, exhausted Tikki.

“You know how lucky you are that I transformed before they laid a hand on you right?”

Jason gently shoved her shoulder as she stuck her tongue out at him. As she finished caring for Tikki, she turned her full attention to him, slipping off the oversized jacket she was wearing.

“Here, this was your gift. It was the only way I could think to protect it without leaving it up on the rooftop.”

He slipped off his older jacket, a gift from his last day in Paris, and slipped on his new one, relishing in the perfect fit.

“You know, you’re a miracle worker Marinette. And since you’re in town, I think we can now use that phone of yours to contact Damian.”

“Don’t even think about it, after all, you don’t want to end up like those thugs.” Her tone was playful as she handed him back his fallen gun.

“I think I could take my chances.” He threw his arm over her shoulders as he guided her out of the alleyway. “Now, how about you buy me a birthday drink?”

“How about not? This is the States, my friend, I’m technically not legal here.”

Jason cursed under his breath earning a laugh from the smaller girl as they headed down the avenue. Jason felt his phone buzzing from his back pocket, most likely Bruce calling him about his Joker encounter (which he had no doubt he already found out about), but he didn’t have the energy for yet another lecture on his birthday. Not from him.

“Are you going to get that? It could be your family?”

Jason looked down to meet her concerned eyes, a sight that melted his heart. He shook his head, planting a small kiss on the top of her head.

“I’ve got the only family that matters right here and that’s the best birthday gift anyone could ask for.”

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Summary: Cheryl/Jones!Reader Request: After finding out FP is to blame for Jason’s death; what would happen to their relationship and then after they figure out it was actually Clifford Blossom.

Cheryl’s voice floats into your ears. It’s then you realize she’s not talking to you, she’s talking next to you. To the space closest to you without needing to acknowledge you; you hope it’s because she still has feelings for you. Although as she presses herself against the wall as you step forward; you watch her eyes shine and you understand. Cheryl Blossom, your girlfriend, is afraid. You leave deciding you’re unwilling to know if it is fear for you or of you. “I know what Jones’ are capable of!” She shouts after you. You bite your tongue to not shout back. You let your brother pull you into a hug. “I’m guessing trying to explain it to her didn’t go well?” You shrug as Jughead keeps his arm around you, you follow him from the school and towards the holding cell in the sheriff’s station. “I’m only capable of loving her; why can’t she see that?” You kick a rock from the pathway as you trudge towards the station.

“She can; that’s what scares her. She can avoid a murderer, she can avoid me cause I mean nothing to her. Only thing worse than someone who hates you;” He pauses stumbling slightly so you’re forced to turn around. You catch Cheryl jerking back to hide. “Is someone who loves you.” “Jug, she hates me! Did you not hear her threaten to cut me from the Vixen’s earlier, or about how I shouldn’t touch her with “murder child hands” He laughs as you scowl.

“If she hated you she would have broken up with you. Or gotten you expelled” He nods and shoves you towards her. You keep your eyes on the ground. “I can’t forgive your father.” She spits and you nod. “Can you forgive me?” “Why?” You meet her eyes surprised to see her confused. “You didn’t do anything Y/N, you didn’t kill JJ, you didn’t help your dad hide the body, you did nothing wrong.” “My dad did.”

“Yes he did, but I’m not having my girlfriend suffer due to guilt by association. Beside’s Jason would want me to be happy, and being with you is what makes me happy.” You nod at her turning back as you hear Jughead open the door to the Sheriff’s station. “I have to go, visiting hours are tight.” She nods and you try your best to steel yourself for her being gone once you leave.

Your dad’s not angry you’re still with Cheryl, he seems more surprised than anything, offering you and Jughead only one mouthful of advice. To leave it alone. You’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what he means for you and Jughead to leave alone but you find out quickly when they find a usb drive tucked into Jason’s jacket.

There’s no sound on the video, you’re thankful for that and you stare fearfully at Betty as she moves from the now closed laptop and pulls her phone out. You stumble up, towards your bike, trying to shove Jughead off you, but he keeps his hands on your shoulders. “No Y/N. Stay; it’s safer. You don’t know what they’d do if you show up. The daughter of the man that killed their son?” “It wasn’t dad! It wasn’t him! We have; I have to let Cheryl know! She’s not safe there! She’s not safe!” Jughead nods pulling you back towards the shed. “We’ll take care of it. Seriously, don’t worry.”

“You’re telling me that it’s okay to let my girlfriend stay in a house with her father, who murdered her brother, and I’m not supposed to worry?How would you feel if Betty’s dad murdered someone and she was staying with him?” You snap and smirk when he stays quiet. “Well you still can’t just run up and break her out.” You huff and sit back on the couch.

—————————————————————————————- Despite everything that’s happened it’s school as normal. You’re nervous about returning to Cheryl’s side, as the unwavering popularity had fastened itself around her it seemed to slide off of you. What had been glares for being a Southsider, and then glares for being the daughter of a murderer had now morphed back into a surprisingly normal glare, the envy of being popular, the envy of being with Cheryl.

You settle back into the routine of school, of being with the HBIC; you find small things have changed, one of which is Cheryl bringing you home. You’re slowly growing more terrified as you walk up the steps waiting for her mother or nana to appear and demand you leave and never return. The house is empty, void of anything that resembles the home Cheryl would describe to you. She brings you up to her room, sitting on her bed; you’re expecting to go through the photo albums again; to hear more stories of Jason and her as kids. Instead she grips your hands.

“Why are you still here.” Her voice is as limp as her grip on you; you rub your thumb over her skin and tug her hand into your lap as you pull her into a hug. “Because I love you Cheryl.” “I accused your father, I sent him to jail, you could have-“ she starts “Cheryl, that’s not going to happen anymore, that’s in the past. I have to let that go, yes I’m upset it happened, but I don’t blame you. If I did that, if I blamed and held onto everything that could have happened I’d be so angry and hurt all the time. I wouldn’t have anything to do with my dad, or Jughead, or any of his friends. I’d still be at Southside High, I wouldn’t know you.” You shut her down, pulling her back with you as you lay on her bed. “I love you.” You repeat kissing her face until she smiles against your lips.

“Seriously babe, you need to heal, you’ve been through a lot. No one will blame you for not being sad or upset all the time. I’m here for you.” “Why?” She ducks her head cuddling into you. “Because being with you makes me happy.” You watch her frown almost playfully. “You have to come up with your own ideas. Can’t go stealing mine.” “Well you’ve already stolen my heart.” You laugh and she rolls her eyes. “Can you at least think about getting some different cheesy one liners?” “You know you love them.” You nod enthusiastically. “I love them because I love you.” You nod. “Exactly so by default of loving me, you love them. It’s basic math.”

“And what do you know about math?” You grin and she groans. “Babe please don’t-“ “Well I know that me plus you equals forever.” You laugh when she shoves a pillow at you. “Cherylllll stopppp, wait is it true your pillows are stuffed with cash?” “No that’s a dumb rumor, they’re filled with goose down.” “So no cash at all?” She narrows her eyes. “No, why?” You try your best to stifle a laugh. “Cause-“ You don’t finish before the pillow is smacked into your face.

“I warned you Y/N” You nod smiling at her. “You know you should really let more people see this side of you.” “What side? You mean I should flirt and cuddle with everyone?” You shake your head laughing. “No, just be a little less HBIC all the time. Take a break, relax.” “Well that’s what I’m doing now.” “No with other people.” She rolls her eyes. “No, I refuse.” You sit up and she returns to curling around you, the pillows resuming their place behind your heads.

“I was really scared you were going to break up with me.” You look confused as Cheryl runs her fingers through your hair. “Why would I break up with you?” “Because I accused your-“ “Cheryl, we just-“ “No.” You freeze as she snaps at you. “I accused your father, almost got you sent back to the Southside to a foster family and never being able to see you again!” You nod letting her vent and sputter to you, complaining about herself and her faults. You sit watching and nodding along as her voice begins to crackle and it becomes slightly more sobbing than actually words. You pull her in as close as possible tucking her head against your shoulder as you hold her. “I’m sorry.” You speak into her hair as she shakes her head weakly.

“I’m sorry for not realizing how much this was hurting you. I’m not upset at you Cheryl; I’m upset at the circumstances that pushed us apart but not at you, never at you. I want to be with you, I’m making that choice. Just like I’ve made the choice to forgive you for hitting Jughead, for blaming my dad. You were just grieving, you were hurting and I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry for that. That’s what I’m apologizing for, for not being there for you, my girlfriend, the love of my life. I’m so sorry.” She pulls back to look at you, you move to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes, and she does the same for you. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. That’s sort of how I was taught. You either love with everything, or give nothing.” You nod kissing her. “Well then good thing you didn’t push me away properly.” She laughs a little. ‘Can’t even do that right.”

“Hey, babe, stop. I’m here, you’re not a bad person, I still love you. I stayed. I want to stay. I want to be with you.” You rest your forehead on hers and she nods to you. You stay like that for a moment content to watch her, you notice her eyes flickering around you face, you smile and you can see her lips quirk up slightly. “What-“ She nudges your forehead and you close your mouth watching her watch you. “I was memorizing your face.” “Why?” “I want to draw you later.”

“You draw?” You shift on the bed as she nods turning almost shyly from your sight to pull a sketchbook from beside her bed. She holds it out and nods to you, you open it slowly thumbing through the pages. Most are of the Vixen practice, there’s a few of the Bulldog’s practice as well. Reggie and Jason stretching; Archie playing his guitar. Betty and Jughead asleep in the student lounge. Veronica and Josie practicing some song. You look up glancing back as you flip the page, half sketches of you, part of your smile, or your hand brushing your ear. “These are amazing.” She shrugs and pulls the sketchbook back to place it in the drawer she got it from.

“You could ask me you know, to draw me.” You smile and her face lights up, you tilt your head as a grin stretches her face. “Are you asking for me to draw-“ “Cheryl no I want to say it!” She clamps a hand over your mouth. “Draw you like one of those French girls.” She winks and you glare before licking her hand, she wipes it down your face laughing as you cringe.

“It’s your spit, don’t look so disgusted.” “Yes, and it’s supposed to stay in my mouth.” “You say as you lick my hand.” She arches an eyebrow at you and you shrug. “You stole my line.” “I wasn’t aware we’re on the Titanic now.” You half pounce on her pulling her into as tight of a hug as you can manage. “I’ll never let go Jackkkk” You both end up laughing holding each other as you fall asleep.

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Four Time the Ladybug Magic Teleported Marinette to where she would be safest, and the one time she was already there: Part Two

I decided to just suck it up and do the parts on here as well! Links will be updated as I go too! Marinette's second time teleporting to her safest place, and the deals that are made in response to her emotional breakdown. TW: panic attack/anxiety attack. This part is a lot longer than I thought it would be! Almost 8000 words, which is twice the amount of the first part!

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The second time Marinette teleported because of the Ladybug protective power, she didn’t know if she was awake or not. Most nights, she awoke in the darkness and wondered if she was still dreaming, holding her breath until the sun rose or her alarm went off. On those nights, she would wake from a familiar nightmare that she wished would just end. Usually, she was too exhausted to even dream most nights, so when she did dream, it was always the same. And it always got to her in ways she couldn’t let it.

Maybe on this particular night, the nightmare came from the three akumas that Hawkmoth created that day. Or maybe it came because Marinette had to disappear from class twice and once from her house just to deal with them, leading to her being grounded and having three days of detention to look forward to.

Her teacher and principal had sat her down and given her a harsh talk that resulted in Marinette going straight home after school instead of hanging out with the class at the new coffee shop that opened up down the street. Of course, Lila had immediately threw a fit when she heard Alya and Nino planning on having the class go together on a day Marinette didn’t have detention. Marinette didn’t have it in her to care about the class going without her, and waved off their pleading eyes looking to her for permission and Lila’s victorious smirk.

She had wanted to immediately head upstairs to bed when her parents sat her down to discuss why the school called them about her behavior. Of course, she had to lie circles around them, leading to a grounding on top of her detentions, and she felt too guilty to fall asleep for a long time.

Just as she was about to drift off, another akuma alert led to Marinette sneaking out of her room before her parents could catch her to defeat the third akuma of the day. The fight was short, but tough. Marinette felt like collapsing as soon as she reached her balcony, thanking the kwamis luck that her parents hadn’t noticed her gone.

She fell asleep just as her head hit the pillow. And then she woke up unable to breathe.

Wherever she was, it was dark, and she felt so cold and numb. All she could think about was that nightmare. The akuma she dreaded ever becoming reality. Her parents bodies broken underneath their collapsed bakery, her school demolished with all of her friends inside, and Tikki- where was Tikki?

She usually helped Marinette get through these nightmares to fend off potential akumas. Why was it so dark? Why was she so cold? Why couldn’t she breathe? She was always told as a child that the more you do something, the less scary it became. She wished it would apply to her now. Every time she dreamed lately, she had the same nightmare, and she wouldn’t be able to breathe for the rest of the week.

Suddenly, a blinding light startled her out of her thoughts and a loud voice echoed off the walls. She was back at that place. The safe place. Her powers must’ve activated again. She would really have to talk to Tikki about controlling that.

Warmth surrounded her, and someone helped her prop herself against something behind her. She still couldn’t really breathe. Short, panicked breaths left her and she couldn’t focus-

“Marinette! Pay attention!” She snapped her head and managed to focus on someone’s face. One of the men from before. He had a kind, older face, and one that was littered with scars that spoke of his trials through life—and death. His was a soul soaked in the neon green light of death and destruction and darkness… It called to her own light soul sweetly and she took in a sharp, shuddering breath. Still not enough to breathe properly, but enough to want to remember that she needed to.

She could feel her throat and chest burning with the pain of her panicked breathing and choked off screams she knew must’ve slipped out when she was in the middle of the nightmare. They always do. She took another deep breath despite the burning and felt her head grow lighter and her vision swim.

“That’s it, little lady. Deep breaths. Is it alright if I touch you?” Marinette warmed at his words and tried to nod, though she wasn’t in full control of her body, so she wasn’t sure how much she actually did. She was so stiff.

Marinette felt her anxiety crest and fall over her in another wave. What if there was another akuma? How could she fight in this state? True, her suit did block out pain, but mental, emotional stuff? That was all on Marinette to get under control. What if she had another attack in the middle of Paris? What if she got akumatized—

“Hey!” Marinette snapped her head up, and met those fury filled green eyes once again. “You gotta keep focused, Marinette. Don’t let yourself get overwhelmed again. You’re losing your breathing.”

Marinette sucked in another painful breath, and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the warm trickle of tears flowing down her face. No, she couldn’t be losing her grip. She had to stay strong. She couldn’t start crying because then she wouldn’t be able to stop and an akuma could attack at any minute and her emotions could make her a target and if she was akumatized she wouldn’t be able to save them—

Warmth. Sudden warmth surrounded her, and she felt the building pressure behind her eyes as she tried desperately to hold her breath again, to stop from crying, to stop from feeling. She had to stop. She had to. But it was so warm and she could barely breathe again, and it hurt her head so bad to keep herself from crying.

“Marinette.” Tikki’s voice filled her head and eased some of the pain for a moment. Marinette opened her eyes. Tikki’s large blue eyes stared back at her, filled with tears of her own. Oh no, Marinette made Tikki cry. She hurt her and now she’s crying and the pressure— “It’s okay, Marinette. You can cry.”

Marinette shuddered and jolted back. “No.”

The warmth was gone and Marinette was getting cold again. It was getting so cold and so hard to breathe and so hard to think. Hands pressed against her face and lifted her head up. She opened her eyes again, feeling exhausted and dizzy and in so much pain. She just wanted it to stop.

When she could focus, though, there was a different face in front of her than before. Older. Wiser. Harder. Black hair, green eyes, and a strong jaw.

“You’re safe here, Marinette,” the man said, and Marinette remembered sensing the pride and warmth and constant balance within his soul last time. A battle between light and dark, swirling constantly within him. “You will not be harmed here. You can cry. You can scream. But you have to let go. You have to breathe.”

Tikki was resting on the man’s shoulder, and she nodded once at Marinette’s seeking gaze.

Marinette collapsed. She screamed and she cried and she let out everything she had been holding in for so long. She didn’t know how long she sat there, curled up on the floor, her face against her knees and her arms wrapped around herself like she could keep from falling apart. She didn’t know how long she cried for, she just knew that she couldn’t stop. It felt like the sobs were being ripped out of her and she couldn’t open her eyes through the tears or stop herself from making a terrible wailing noise as she collapsed.

How long had it been since she last cried? How long since she let go of all of the emotions weighing her down every day? How long had it been since she could breathe? Since she could suck in a lung full of air and cry it back out again? She felt like she was learning how to do it all again, like a newborn.

That’s how she felt towards the end. Like she was born again. She felt weightless and empty, but not in a completely bad way. She felt like she could finally let go of everything that had been building up for so long.

She just kept taking in long, shuddering breathes as she lie curled against the floor long after the tears stopped and her cheeks dried. She found she couldn’t open her eyes if she wanted too, but she wasn’t quite asleep. She was aware, but not enough to care, of the voices talking in low voices around her and someone maneuvering her out of her hunched over position and into their arms.

She was pressed against something warm once again, and she pressed her face into the warmth as much as she could. She could feel her soul swirling in response to the others around her, and she felt it so much she almost didn’t recognize it for what it was at first.

When was the last time she felt safe?

Damian woke to screaming. Loud, shrill, drawn out, painful screaming. The kind of screaming that could be heard in the dungeons of The League’s bases. The kind of screaming that Damian had learned from a young age to draw out of his victims slowly and painfully.

He was out of bed with his katana in his hands in a heartbeat, and he slowly but steadily made his way through the halls.

Jason was supposed to be on watch, and Damian was planning all the ways he could make him scream like the ones he was hearing if there wasn’t an actual emergency. That’s what he told himself, anyways, as he started down the hidden staircase to the Batcave. In reality, Damian’s hair was standing on end, and it was taking everything in him not to run to the source of the screams and make them stop somehow.

When he rounded the corner, the screams had dropped off to pitiful whimpering and gasps from the same black haired, blue eyed girl from the month before. She looked wild. Her hair was matted and frizzed all over her face and neck, her face was blotched red, making her unfocused, wide blue eyes seem to glow, and she was clutching at her sides so tight, he was afraid she would injure herself.

Jason was trying to talk to her, but he didn’t seem to be having any luck getting her to focus. His father and Alfred were standing nearby with Tikki, the tiny, talking god floating in between them with her eyes never straying from her chosen.

Bruce met Damian’s eyes. “Come over here, son. We shouldn’t crowd her.”

“She gets like this sometimes,” Tikki was telling them as Damian came to his father right side, “but this time is definitely worse than any time before. She’s always been able to calm herself down, usually with my help, but it’s been a hard day for her. Getting an attack on top of what happened today must have forced this new power she’s uncovered to activate again.”

“How often does Miss Marinette have attacks like these, Tikki?” Alfred asked. Marinette seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, and Damian felt stuck. He wanted to help somehow, but he didn’t know anything about emotional attacks like these. He was always in control of his emotions… for the most part… Well, he was still working on some of it, but he certainly never witnessed such a brutal form of emotional stress as what Marinette seemed to be going through.

There was a pregnant pause as Tikki seemed to hesitate to answer. Jason’s attempt at soothing and focusing words and Marinette’s irregular breathing and panicked noises seemed to grow louder every second of Tikki’s silence.

Tikki sighed, before turning to them. “Hawkmoth’s power is being used to force those with negative emotions into a destructive form. If Marinette were to fall into any negative state for too long, she could be akumatized, and all would be lost since she is Ladybug. Without Ladybug to restore balance, no one would win or lose in that fight. Marinette’s still young, and her control on her emotions is not handled in an extremely healthy manner, but no one’s is in Paris anymore.”

“But it wouldn’t mean the end of the world if a random citizen lost control once in a while,” Bruce announced, gazing at Marinette with such sadness that Damian had to look away, clutching his katana tighter in his fist, letting the tip of it chip into the floor in an attempt to control his conflicting emotions.

“How often does she have attacks like this, Tikki?” Alfred asked again in a quiet tone.

“…Sometimes three times a month. It depends on the day. There are so many aspects of her life that would be upsetting to anyone, but since Marinette is Ladybug, and the Guardian, she can’t let herself be taken over by any negative emotions, no matter how deserving they are. I can tell you more later, but how can we help her now? She’s never been so disoriented like this before. I don’t know how to get through to her like this. I tried for a while when I noticed her getting worse, and then we got teleported here.”

“Tikki,” Damian sudden spoke up before his father or Alfred could spout off their ideas. “Why did she get teleported this time? If she goes through this often, what’s happened that made her teleport tonight?”

“…The power she unlocked before, it was to protect the wielder of the Ladybug miraculous by teleporting her to the safest place for her. So much happened today… There were three akumas, and Marinette got in trouble at school and at home for disappearing throughout the day… She must have not felt safe at home because of everything that happened. So when she started to panic, and couldn’t calm herself down, she must have felt so unsafe that she teleported again.”

“Tikki,” Bruce said, walking over to Jason and Marinette, “we need to get Marinette to know she’s safe to let go of her emotions here. She’s probably pushed down all of her feelings for so long in fear of what would happen if she were to feel any of it that she’s forced herself into a state of panic and anxiety. We need to convince her that this is a safe place for her to let go.”

Tikki nodded and flew to Marinette. Jason backed away from her and Damian started at his father pulling Marinette into a hug. It seemed to get Marinette to focus for a moment and they started talking to her. Jason stood firmly beside Damian and their arms brushed every once in a while, but Damian allowed the physical contact since it seemed like Jason needed it according to his tired face.

“She couldn’t focus on anything that I was saying,” he whispered, jaw clenched as he glared toward the three. Alfred placed a warm hand on the two boys as they watched their father and a flying tiny god convince a seventeen year old girl that she was allowed to cry. Damian felt his helplessness grow as Marinette began to truly sob. He looked away, and glared at the ground instead, unable to look at her clenched eyes and trembling mouth.

Bruce was having much of the same feelings as his sons, but he forced himself to keep looking at her. To see every second of her pain and panic as she cried. He wanted to grab her and pull her close in a safe embrace until she felt as safe as she deserved, but he knew he shouldn’t. A young, sweet girl reaching her breaking point in a secret cave in a room full of mostly strangers to her. What kind of life must she lead to find herself in a completely different country to feel safe.

He and Alfred had agreed to not investigate Marinette or the situation in Paris anymore and forbid any of the kids from doing so themselves. But after watching her collapse, he changed his mind. Bruce was going to know everything about Marinette and the Miraculous situation in Paris before sunrise, whether Tikki would agree to tell him or not.

He would not watch another child break under the pressures of being a hero. He would not stand by when he could help her in any way he could. She was not leaving Gotham without knowing completely that she would always have the complete force of the Waynes and their masked counterparts at her disposal.

“This is unacceptable,” Jason managed to hiss out through the block in his throat. “How can she fight in this condition all the time?” He was pissed. He was certainly slower to anger now than he used to be, but he recognized this cold rage he could feel growing in him. He wanted to find this Hawkmoth villain and show his what true pain was. Wanted to hit him for every tear that made its way down Marinette’s cheek and every second she spent sobbing on the floor.

Damian only nodded sharply at his words and Jason had no doubt that he felt the same. Even Alfred, whose hand still rest comfortably against their backs made no attempts at quelling their obvious anger.

After what felt like hours, Marinette quieted down. Little whimpers and tears still escaped her and her body twitched as she lie mostly still on the floor, but she was calmer, and the rest of the room seemed to be able to breathe again as the suffocating tension dissolved.

Alfred led Damian and Jason over to Marinette, Tikki, and Bruce. Tikki had taken to lying her head against Marinette’s in an intimate matter that made Damian look away once again. To see a stranger in such a vulnerable situation, so emotionally drained… it didn’t feel right to him.

“Master Damian, if you would, gently pick up Miss Marinette and follow me back to the guest room. I believe she would prefer something more comfortable to sleep on for the time being. She will need her rest.”

Damian felt his helplessness melt away as he got to her side, and eased her up in his arms securely. Her eye lashes appeared darker against her pale cheeks streaked with dried tears. She was weightless in his hold, although, as he walked behind Alfred through the house, he noticed how light she was. Like she was barely there at all. That seed of helplessness planted itself in his gut once more and he gripped her tighter.

“What are we going to do about this?” Jason demanded as soon as they were out of earshot. Bruce stalked over to the computer and began sending out some signals. He would be cashing in a lot of favors and would have to explain the situation to a lot of people before the night was through. Family reunions could be overwhelming, especially for an outsider like Marinette, but it was in her best interest to have as many allies as possible.

“We’re going to tell them who we are, and we are going to offer our help to Marinette in any form that she will take. We’ll be waiting for her when she shows up here again, and we’ll be prepared to help her when that time comes. But, first, we need to know as much as we can. Go see if Alfred needs any assistance, and have the three of you talk to Tikki about what she feels comfortable telling us about Marinette’s personal life in exchange for our help.”

Jason all but ran to the guest wing where he found Alfred and Damian coming out of one of the rooms. Tikki was sitting on Alfred’s shoulder, looking extra dejected with her large, watery eyes.

“We need to talk,” Jason said, looking right into the bug god’s eyes. “We want to help, but you need to tell us… about everything.”

Tikki flew over and hovered in front of his face for a minute, glaring into his eyes. Jason felt something in him pulse at her closeness and he sucked in a surprised gasp.

“Alright,” Tikki suddenly said, turning again to Alfred. “Where can we talk that’s still close to Marinette? I won’t leave her vulnerable in an unfamiliar environment.”

Alfred led them into the bedroom next door to the one Marinette was sleeping in. They all sat in silence as Tikki flew back and forth between them for a few minutes.

“Okay,” she finally said, hovering in between the three of them. Her eyes glowed a piercing blue for a moment as she looked them each in the eyes and Damian felt the sense of judgement pass over him. “As the God of Creativity and the Kwami of the Ladybug Miraculous of Luck, I, Tikki, grant you my trust in the act of caring for my chosen and Guardian. I will tell you want you need to know about her current state, and, in return, you will tell me of your own personal means of assisting My Lady Guardian. The only contingency of this agreement is that all information must be relayed and agreed upon to My Lady Guardian upon her awakening. Do you agree to this?”

“We agree,” Damian said immediately, tilting his head up in stubbornness as the goddesses eyes glowed once more at him.

Tikki nodded and took a little breath. “Then we are agreed. Let me start at the beginning…”

When Marinette woke again, she was surprised to find that she was warm. Warm and awake. Like she had actually slept without waking throughout the night. When was the last time she could say she did that?

She stretched and tried shuffling out from under the blanket cocoon she must’ve wrapped herself in during the night. She wondered what time it was. She went to bed in the early morning hours, she remembered, and she didn’t usually sleep very well after a late night akuma. She certainly didn’t usually feel so well rested on just a couple of hours of sleep.

When she finally popped her head free of the blankets wrapped around her, she froze. She was not in her room. The room she was in was completely unfamiliar and Marinette could feel the panic building in her throat as she took stock of her surroundings.

The bed she was in was against the wall opposite of the closed door. There were large windows on either side of her bed and expensive looking furniture spread tastefully around the room. There was an open door to her left that appeared to be a bathroom.

“Marinette!” Tikki’s voice called out and Marinette took a deep breath of relief. “I’m so glad you’re awake!” Tikki flew over from the wall she phased through and attacked Marinette’s cheek with a tiny hug.

“Where are we, Tikki?” Marinette kicked the rest of the covers off of her. She was in pajamas that were most definitely not hers.

“What do you remember from last night, Marinette?” Tikki asked, resting on Marinette’s knee as the girl leaned against the headboard. Marinette didn’t know why, but she felt safe. If her instincts, and now Tikki, were at ease, she didn’t feel the need to panic just yet.

“I remember getting grounded and feeling sorry for myself,” Marinette mumbled sadly. Tikki nuzzled her knee. “There was another akuma, and I was so tired that I fell asleep and then— I had that nightmare again. When I woke up, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I was at the safe place…” Marinette sighed, and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the headboard. “Tikki, I completely fell apart, didn’t I?”

“You had another panic attack, Marinette. I couldn’t get you to calm down, and Bruce is the one who wanted to help you by letting you know you could cry. Keeping all your emotions bottled up wasn’t good for you, Marinette… Even in a different country, you didn’t feel safe enough to let go until you almost passed out.” Marinette sighed. She remembered. She remembered being so scared she couldn’t breathe—couldn’t cry—even though she obviously needed to.

“I’m so sorry, Tikki—” Marinette started, meeting Tikki’s eyes and finding them serious and emotional.

“No!” Tikki cried out, rushing to float in front of Marinette’s face. “You have nothing to apologize for, Marinette. I should be apologizing. The pressures you’re under… If anyone needs to fall apart sometimes, it’s you. Now, you have a safe place where you can do that. I’m sorry you didn’t have that before.”

“Well, not quite,” Marinette stroked Tikki’s head with her finger. “It’s not like I can just show up here whenever I’m having a breakdown. These people shouldn’t have to change their lives because of my emotional issues.” Marinette was about to ask about teleporting back home when she noticed Tikki’s shifting eyes, not quite looking directly at her.

“Tikki?”

Tikki backed away from Marinette and looked sheepishly away. “I made a deal on your behalf, Marinette.”

Marinette… was not expecting that.

“What kind of deal?”

“…They’ll explain themselves, but you should know that I told them everything, Marinette.” Marinette gasped, looking at Tikki’s serious expression once more. Everything? “I told them as much as I could that I thought would help. I’m sorry for revealing so much without your permission, but I thought this was too serious to wait.”

“…Okay. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that…” Marinette held out her hand to Tikki, and she immediately flew over and sat on her palm. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Tikki. You did what you thought was best for me. Let’s go talk to these people, I guess.”

“You should eat first. There’s some soup here for you, and a change of clothes.”

After Marinette ate and changed, she felt better than she had in a long time. She felt ready to take on the world, or, at least, a family that now knew everything about her life.

Tikki lead her to a large sitting room next to the room she was sleeping in and Marinette felt self-conscious as the people in the room stopped talking when the door opened.

“I’m so glad to see you awake, Miss Marinette,” Alfred said, raising from his seat to welcome her at the door. “Please, come sit. You must have plenty of questions, and we have much to discuss before you have to go home.”

Marinette sat next to one of the guys her age that she remembered. His soul was one of the two that was infected with the destruction energy of the Lazarus pits, yet it was lighter than she expected to have gone through that pain after being revived. His soul sang to hers in a low, soothing tune that relaxed her and she took a deep breath, trying to focus.

“Marinette,” the older man with the balanced soul was looking at her warmly. “I’m glad to see you looking so well rested.”

“Thank you for helping me last night. I don’t think I would’ve gotten through that without help...” she said, trying to ignore her embarrassed blush that rose to her cheeks at the thought of being so vulnerable with a stranger. “Being able to sleep uninterrupted after a panic attack isn’t something I get to do often, so thank you for allowing me to stay the night. I’m so sorry I imposed on your family without much of a choice.”

“It wasn’t like that at all. Tikki asked us to let you sleep in, and none of us wanted to send you home without a good night’s rest.”

“…My parents are going to kill me,” Marinette suddenly realized with a groan. “I got grounded yesterday for skipping school and not being home, and now I’m doing it again.”

“We’ve actually taken care of that for you… but introductions should come first before we get into all of that,” one of the guys she remembered talking to the first time she teleported spoke up. His soul was a bluish grey and it swirled in slow, lazy circles. He was holding a cup of coffee, and Marinette wondered if it was still the morning hours wherever they were. “I’m Tim Drake.”

Marinette started. Introductions? The man next to him spoke up before Marinette could stop him. “I’m Jason Todd, little lady.” He nodded his imaginary hat at her with a wink and Marinette was frozen. Why were they introducing themselves to her? Why were they revealing themselves?

“My full name is Alfred Pennyworth,” Alfred spoke up, nodded at Marinette’s surprised expression. “My family have served the Wayne family for generations.”

“That would be my family name,” the older man said. “I am Bruce Wayne. Next to you is my son, Damian Wayne. The rest of the boys are adopted into the family, as well as a few who no longer live here.”

Marinette paused and blinked a few times, trying to process. “You rich people always have the weirdest hobbies,” she finally said, despite her shock, and continued without missing a beat, “I’ve never met anyone who’s a serial adopter, but it’s always something…” Some of the tension broke in the room while some of the family laughed. Bruce only smiled and Marinette swore she saw Damian’s lips twitch.

“In all seriousness, thank you for introducing yourselves… I haven’t done anything to gain your trust and you’ve all been so kind to me.”

“We’ve all decided that, considering the circumstances, we want to be here for you when you need us,” Todd- no, Tim said. He was still clutching the coffee mug, and Marinette had the vaguest inclination that she had seen it before. “Think of us as a support system for you, especially considering how your magic brings you to us when you’re in danger. That means trusting each other. We know your name and parts of who you are, but you knew nothing about us and still chose to let us keep our identities and lives from you for our comfort and safety.”

That… made sense to her.

Seeing her expression, Damian spoke up next to her. She liked his voice, she realized with some alarm, as he turned to her. “Open communication and honesty is required to support a beneficial relationship between us. If you would accept our help, we need to open with you about who we are.”

Marinette paused, taking in his words and feeling something in her shift at his tone. She shot Tikki a concerned glace, but Tikki just looked smug. They would talk about that later.

“I appreciate you trusting me, but how can I expect you to help me in a different country, with a villain you weren’t even aware of a month ago?”

“Perhaps we can get on to the next round of introductions,” Damian said, raising an eyebrow at Marinette’s confused expression. “Then we can explain more clearly to you what our plan of action is.”

There was a pause in which the rest of the Wayne family looked at Damian in surprise at his prompting to reveal their secret identities. Out of everyone in the room, Damian was the least likely person expected to be okay with letting an outsider in on their double lives.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked, breaking the silence.

“Are you familiar with the vigilantes of Gotham?” Bruce asked, raising a brow.

Marinette’s brain stopped working at the tone in his voice. She narrowed her eyes and tried to look past his outer appearance. A perfectly balanced soul, resources and power to get whatever he might need, and a family that all seemed in on a secret that no one else in the world was privy to.

Put him in a black mask and deepen his voice a little, and a Gotham vigilante sat in front of her.

No. Freaking. Way.

“You’re Batman!” She squeaked out, looking around the table, putting heights and builds and attitudes to masked heroes—no, vigilantes—that she admired.

“That was faster than I thought it would be,” Jason admitted, leaning toward her with a wide grin. “We usually have to spell it out for people. No one usually believes us without proof.”

“You’re Red Hood,” she responded with absolute conviction. “And I’m a magic-induced superhero that gives magic jewelry to people to fight with me. I literally watch my teammates interact with each other in and out of the mask without them suspecting a thing.”

“Well,” Tikki interrupted before Jason could snipe back, “that’s partly the protective magic that comes with being in the suit. Most people and software won’t be able to recognize a miraculous wielder for our protection.”

“That makes you,” she turned to Tim, “Red Robin. And you,” she turned to Damian, who had resorted to a blank face at her undivided attention, “Robin. I’d make a joke about bats and birds, but I’m named after a bug, so I’ll refrain just this once.”

Damian’s lips twitched again and her eyes narrowed at Marinette’s smile at making him show a reaction. Tikki giggling made Marinette turn away and refocus. Tim and Jason shared a look, as well as Bruce and Alfred, though each out of a different reason than the other.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten all these introductions out of the way, what was this deal Tikki told me about?” Marinette asked, letting Tikki make herself comfortable on her crossed arms.

Tim cleared his throat and set his coffee mug down. “The deal currently stands in multiple parts. Tikki can explain the first in the best details, I believe.”

Marinette rested her chin on the table and let Tikki take up her attention. “After you fell asleep, I told Jason, Todd, and Damian about what’s been going on. How your duty as Ladybug and Guardian has created issues in your family, at school, and among your friends. I explained to you when we first met that being Ladybug, and now the Guardian, is your first priority, and I’m sorry I put so much weight on your shoulders at such a young age. In the past, most of my wielders were older and didn’t have so much responsibility outside of the mask. You are one of the top students at your school, the president of your class, a talented and upcoming designer, and you’re a great daughter and friend.” Marinette felt her eyes sting. When was the last time someone recognized her accomplishments as Marinette and not just Ladybug and Guardian?

Master Fu always pushed her to take her roles more seriously, and she was young and naïve enough to hope that she could keep her civilian life exactly as it was before putting on the ladybug earrings. Chat Noir added to that stress by looking to her as the leader of their duo, leaving her to worry about how to take down akumas on top of everything else. Even Tikki made comments about how Marinette’s priorities weren’t aligned correctly. Worrying about a class get together when Hawkmoth was still at large and being disappointed whenever Marinette considered using the miraculous for anything other than fighting.

“You’ve been wearing thin for a long time, and then Mayura and Lila came along and made everything that much harder for you. I haven’t been the best mentor to you, and Master Fu was too paranoid after all the mistakes he made to properly train you and your team. You naturally took the lead within the miraculous team from the start, putting you at a distance from the other heroes, even Chat Noir. Your family and friends don’t know that you’re Ladybug, and I hate that you keep having to lie to them to cover for yourself. I think the reason why you keep getting sent here may be because you need a proper support system in your life. A place where you will be safe and can be yourself. A place where people will do what they can to put you first and to help you.”

Marinette let Tikki’s words sink in and sat back up. She slowly took stock of the family sitting around her. “So that’s what this is? You want to… help me? With what?”

“Everything.” Bruce sent Marinette a warm smile, and Marinette blinked away the burning in the eyes.

“We’ve set up an internship with Wayne International Europe division,” he continues, not commenting on her slight sniffles. “We’ve already cleared it with your parents and the school. Anytime you need to sneak away for Ladybug business, your school and parents will receive frequent updates on your progress and qualified absences.”

“No.” She could tell they we’re surprised, and she didn’t want to appear ungrateful, but Marinette didn’t falter. “No, I don’t feel comfortable using your corporation as a cover. If anyone were to look any deeper— and I know a few people who will put their noses in my business just because they can,” she added at Tim’s attempt to argue. “If anyone were to look any deeper, then you’ll be exposed and attention will be brought into your family and business. I don’t feel comfortable with that possibility.”

“And what if you had a real internship? Would you agree then?” Tim asked, smacking Jason’s hand away as it went to ruffle his hair. “Anytime you have to use it for a cover, you could then do some actual work in an internship position, so you wouldn’t be lying and it would all appear to be true to any so-called nosy people. It would also be used to give yourself a break after an attack.”

“Tiki told us about you being a designer—” Jason spoke up, leaning forward in his seat and peering at her with a child-like enthusiasm she found refreshing.

“Aspiring designer.”

“Please,” he scoffed. “MDC? The famous, mysterious designer for Jagged Stone? You’re wearing a few more masks than some of us at this table, little lady. I think you’ve gotten into a habit of selling yourself short.”

Marinette pressed her lips and felt her soul swell. Huh. Maybe Tikki was right about why she kept getting pulled here. “Okay. There will be some kinks to work out, I’m sure, but that can come later. What else is there?”

Bruce nodded. “You know who we are now. Vigilantes. Detectives. We can help you as much as we can without blowing our covers or bringing extra danger to Paris.”

“How?”

Tim slid a phone across the table to her.

“This is a new phone for you. It has all of our family’s numbers and a SOS signal for you to use whenever you want. You can talk to us about anything you need. Akuma problem? We can monitor everything from here and relay information to you that might help. Want to get some training in? We have resources for you to use, and we can bring you here no problem for a little while if you want to spar with us. Want someone to talk to about your day at school? We don’t mind hearing all about your last test or class gossip.”

“…When Bruce said everything, he really meant it.” Marinette clicked through the phone, scrolling through the impressive amount of contacts that were added and the apps someone had installed.

“That part of our deal, Marinette.” She looked up to Bruce and caught Alfred’s warm gaze. He nodded at her and she smiled. “In order for us to look after you, we need you to be open with us. Only as much as you’re comfortable with, but it does make all the difference when you have people you can talk to about every aspect of your life.”

“…That’s… a lot. Thank you. I mean, I never even considered that… not having someone to talk to could hurt me so much…” She thought about how different she felt after getting everything out in the open. Why had Master Fu forced her and Chat Noir to never reveal themselves to each other? If they could’ve been supporting each other like this for the past three years, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

“On to the next part of business,” Damian interrupted her thoughts, and Marinette turned to him again. “Tikki said you have an idea of who Hawkmoth is? And who’s working for him?”

“Yes. I believe Hawkmoth could be Gabriel Agreste. I don’t have any proof, and when I initially assumed it was him, he was akumatized. That doesn’t really matter though, because now we know he’s not working alone, and could use his partner, Mayura, to help him.”

“We’ll look into him. What about his partner?”

“Gabriel has an assistant that’s always with him. Nathalie Sancoeur. She just… fits. Something about her soul mimics that of Mayura… She’s not one of Duusu’s chosen, though, and we have reason to believe that the Peacock miraculous is broken, making her sick. The last true holder died after using the miraculous for too long, and Nathalie has been seen less and less recently. I know it’s not much to go on, but it’s not just a gut feeling. When I became Guardian, everything was transferred to me. Master Fu lost all of his memories and knowledge, and I absorbed all of it. I’m still learning about being Guardian, but trusting oneself is the most important part. I can sense when someone would be a good fit for a Miraculous, and Mayura will kill herself before this fight can end.”

“Why do you say that?” Damian’s tone seemed almost challenging and Marinette felt her naturally straighten up to combat him.

“The world is full of balance. People’s souls, their actions, everything balances out within the world. Mayura… She isn’t balanced. Her soul is corrupt, and her heart and mind are constantly at war. Those kinds of things can tear a person apart without the added force of a miraculous tinting a soul.”

Bruce nodded and checked his watch. “Unfortunately, Marinette, I believe we should wrap up this conversation for now. All that’s left to do before you go is have you officially agree to the deal Tikki made on your behalf. Once you agree, we’ll send you home and we’ll be in touch with you as often as we can.”

“I feel like I should warn you that this isn’t going to be as easy as saying ‘I agree to the terms and conditions’ kind of deal. As Guardian, my soul has to accept yours as compatible with mine in order to create the bond in order to agree to a deal like this.”

Alfred nodded. “Tikki and I explained to the others what this type of deal entailed, My Lady Guardian. We are prepared to be at your judgement.”

Marinette looked at each of them in the eyes for a moment, getting a sense of their souls and how open they were to her. Alfred’s a bright, solid grey soul was like an anchor, tethering itself to those around him and keeping them in place. Bruce’s swirling black and white soul was attached to Alfred and each of his children around the table, and Marinette could sense that he had more connections that were too faded or distant for her to get a reading on, but she accepted them all the same. Any family of Bruce’s would be okay to her.

Tim’s soul was that bluish tinted grey that swirled lazily around, tinting those around him with the same hue in an affectionate manner, to Marinette’s understanding. Jason’s soul was a darker green that vibrated constantly, calling to her bright red, controlled soul, and she felt the destruction energy in him increase the tension in every room he entered.

Lastly, Marinette turned to Damian. She stared at a spot on his chest and was almost startled by how his soul was already reaching out for hers, without her having to call on it. Out of all of them, she would’ve thought Alfred would be more open to connecting with her like this, but there was Damian’s bright green soul surrounding hers like mist.

Marinette took a breath and closed her eyes. She felt her soul rise and fall with her breathing and her heart, and pushed it out so it connected with everyone’s souls at the table. She let them mingle together until, one by one, they settled into place, like a puzzle clicking together for the first time.

She opened her eyes and her glowing blue eyes met Damian’s glowing green eyes as the deal was solidified.

An hour later, Marinette was preparing herself for a long conversation with her parents outside the bakery. Tikki was hidden inside Marinette’s new inner pocket on her cardigan, next to her new phone where Jason and Tim were already blowing up their group chat.

For the first time in a very long time, Marinette felt like she could take on the world. This time, though, she knew she didn’t have to do everything alone. When she finally entered the shop and asked her parents to sit with her as she shared the news about her new internship opportunity, a pair of glowing green eyes haunted the back of her mind.

An ocean away, those green eyes stared at the new contact added to his phone. Tim has added a picture of Marinette as well, and Damian found he had a hard time looking away from her eyes. Even when he did manage to, they stayed with him as he made his way to the dinner table to eat with his family.

What unforgettable eyes, they both thought.

Somewhere in Paris, Tikki and Plagg jolted with the sudden connection between two bright souls burning gold.

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So there you have it! Part two! I am in the middle of finishing up the last three parts now so they’ll be posted quickly one after the other most likely now that I’m out of school. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts!

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awhitehead17 · 3 years

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The the prompts: how about some Dick and Tim brotherly bonding? Maybe with some snuggles?

After reading this I had an idea and ran with it. I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you will enjoy reading it! :D

Without much thought, Dick opens his bedroom door with a smile and allows Tim to enter his room. His smile quickly falters however when all Tim does is hum in greeting and enters the room wordlessly.

His little brother stiffly walks over to the bed where he promptly faceplants the mattress as soon as he’s in reach of it. He lets out a long groan as he lies there not moving.

After closing the door Dick moves over to the bed and hovers there, observing the scene with both amusement and worry. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into Tim, when they had spoken not three hours ago, Tim had been completely fine and had been extremely excited for their movie night. Obviously something’s happened within that short time frame for Tim to be acting like this.

“Tim? What’s the matter?” He asks eventually when the younger doesn’t offer up an explanation for his actions. Dick immediately wants to fret over him and make sure Tim’s okay, but he’s not yet sure on how his mothering will be taken.

With Tim it’s always between accepting the care instantly and melting into it or he blatantly refuses any form of care and shuts himself away from the world. It depends on the situation really. Until Dick can work out what headspace Tim is in, he’s going to have to wait to see what the best way to approach his younger brother with care and affection is.

Letting out another dramatic groan, Tim flops over onto his back and sprawls out across the bed. His tiny 5’5 body doesn’t take up much room on the king-sized bed that Dick has, it almost looks like the covers are swallowing him whole.

“I’m so sore! How is that even possible considering what we do?”

At hearing this whine Dick allows himself to relax now that he knows it’s nothing major. Tim is just being dramatic. He sits on the edge of the mattress looking down at Tim with a raised eyebrow. “What did you do? You were fine when we spoke earlier.”

Tim groans again and reaches up to cover his face in his hands like he’s ashamed. “I made the mistake of training with Jason today. He was in one of his boot-camp, SAS, moods. My legs no longer function.”

Dick winces at the sound of that. Only once has he even been on the receiving end of that mood from Jason. After that one experience he vowed to make sure it never happened again and by the sight of Tim, he’s glad he’s missed out this time.

Without saying anything he observes his brother a little longer, an idea forming in his head as he does. The plan for them that night is to watch a few movies and binge some snacks and just generally hang out. What Dick is thinking about can still fit into that plan if Tim accepts it.

Instead of voicing his idea to Tim, Dick decides to just go ahead with it. He gets up from the bed and goes over to his draws, after picking out a loose pair of shorts he chucks them at Tim. “Put those on. I’ll be back in a second.”

Ignoring Tim’s questions, Dick heads to his ensuite and digs out a certain kit from the back of the cupboard under the sink. Once he’s got it he goes back to the bedroom and finds Tim still sprawled out over the bed but now with the shorts on.

Tim lifts his head and stares at Dick in question. “What are you doing? Aren’t we going to watch some movies?”

Dick places the kit down on his bedside table and nods. “Yes, but while the movie plays, I’m going to give you a massage. At least your legs, it’ll help with the muscle soreness.”

Tim blinks at him for a long moment like he’s trying to comprehend what Dick had just said. After several beats go by his brother shakes his head. “You don’t need to do that Dick. I’ll be fine.”

Dick hums, not taking any notice in the protest. “While I massage your legs, you can watch the film. Once I’ve done both then we can settle for the evening.”

His brother opens his mouth, probably to protest again, but Dick sends him a look, one that tells Tim he isn’t backing down on this. Knowing that he isn’t going to win, Tim shuts his mouth and waves his hand around, silently gesturing Dick to ‘go ahead’ with it.

After deciding on a film, they put it on and Dick starts massaging Tim’s legs. He takes his time with it, regularly checking in with Tim to make sure he’s not hurting him and that he’s hitting all the correct spots.

Other than the check-ins it’s silent between the two of them, not that there needs to be any conversation between them in that moment anyway. It happens to be a comfortable silence that fills the room, the two of them being at ease with one another which makes it easy to relax.

It wasn’t until Dick finishes right leg and moves onto his left that Tim speaks up, breaking the spell between them.

“How do you know how to massage people?” His voice is soft and seems like it’s almost floating.

At the question Dick glances up at the rest of him to find Tim lying there with his eyes closed and the rest of his body relaxed into the mattress underneath him.

Continuing on with the administrations Dick answers him thoughtfully as he reminisces. “I first learnt about it when I was in the circus. Being acrobats we were quite prone to injuries, so after most training sessions and especially after shows, my parents used to massage one another to help their muscles. My mom used to do it to my dad more than the other way around.

Anyway, of course seeing this I picked up a couple bits here and there. They never did it to me, didn’t need to as I just stretched more than anything and of course being a kid meant I didn’t need it like that.

After I moved to the Manor, I once mentioned it to Alfred that my parents used to massage their muscles after exercise. When mentioned it I was a little older and was already Robin, but Alfred had offered to teach me some in-depth massaging techniques that could be used on the body. It was a thing between us for several years until everything went sideways.

When I moved to Bludhaven I lost track of it and basically dropped it. I had become too busy to focus on that sort of thing. It was when Bruce decided to adopt more kids and I was suddenly gaining a wide range of younger siblings that I picked it back up and even took some professional classes. I figured it was a good opportunity to get back into it and then I can help anyone out in this way if they happen to need it.”

As he works his hands down Tim’s calf Dick gets lost in those memories and the journey of what this skill has taken him through throughout his life.

Tim props himself up onto his elbows and studies Dick, Dick simply blinks back and continues with the task. He’s almost done now. “Guess it’s come in handy now after all.” Tim laughs lightly.

“It’s certainly taken long enough,” he retorts back with a grin. Within minutes he finishes up and pats Tim’s legs. “There you go, all done. You’ll still be sore tomorrow but it hopefully shouldn’t be as bad. Would you like a shower to wash the lotion off or are you good?”

Tim slumps back down on the bed again, a smile adoring his face. “I don’t think I could move even if I tried.”

Dick rolls his eyes but is smiling nonetheless. “Sure. I’m going to go wash my hands and then we can settle down finally.”

Now he’s finished, Dick packs up the massage kit and takes it back to the bathroom to put it away. He washes his hands before heading back to the bedroom to find that Tim still hasn’t moved from his sprawled-out position on his bed. Dick raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you planning on sharing any time soon.”

Tim makes a face before shaking his head. “Na, I’m good thanks.”

“Alright have it your way…” with that Dick promptly falls onto the bed, purposely landing half on Tim despite how big the bed actually is. The action makes the younger squawk in protest and he immediately starts trying to squirm out from underneath Dick.

Dick lets him struggle futilely for several moments before finally moving and allowing Tim to breathe easily once again. He wastes no time in manoeuvring them so they are propped up against the headboard cuddling into each other’s sides.

Tim smacks him in the chest, calling him a jerk but Dick sees the smile he’s attempting to fight off and doesn’t think anything of it. He’ll let Tim keep his dignity (or some of it at least). They settle together and start to properly watch the film which is about three quarters the way through by now.

“Hey Dick,” Tim says getting his attention, when Dick looks down at him Tim is watching him fondly, “thank you. Not just for the massage, which by the way felt amazing, but for sharing about it too.”

Dick ducks his head and presses a kiss to Tim’s hair. “Not a problem Timmy. Thank you for letting me help you.”

Tim smiles but doesn’t say anything more, not that there needs to be more words shared. They aren’t necessary anymore, they know each other well enough by now that their gratitude is there without being said.

The comfortable since returns as they settle into each other’s sides for the rest of the evening watching the movies they have queued and eating all the snacks they brought.

#prompt #Tim Drake #dick grayson #brotherly bonding #sibling relationship #big brother dick #massage #tim being dramatic #bat bros #fluff #Bit of humour #cuddles #i really enjoyed writing this #i hope you like this #fanfiction

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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Fairytale (Ficmas #8 Solangelo)

My solangelo boys are back!! This is set with them as mortals but like that’s as much as I thought about it, there’s really noting specific to know! Anyways my two boys had to make an appearance!

It wasn’t that Nico hated Christmas.

The holiday himself he could actually get on board with. Presents, family, all that crap. He even liked all the lights and sparkly things. Not that he’d ever admit to that part, but he did. It was the chaos he despised. People everywhere, everyone suddenly losing the concept of personal space. Nico was not on board with that.

So his dread for one of the busiest times of the year somehow gave the impression that he hated all Christmas related things. And his friends being, well being his friends meant that their personal mission was to make him love Christmas.

“Hey Nico!” Jason yelled, cranking up the volume of the radio. “This is like the best Christmas song, you can’t say you don’t like this!”

Fairytale of New York was playing. Nico actually loved this song. Cursing and getting to call it festive? Sign him up. He did however, have a reputation to uphold.

“Try not to burst those eardrums.” He drawled, rolling his eyes. “We don't need you deaf as well as blind.” He said, referencing Jason’s new glasses.

“Ha ha ha.” Jason said sarcastically, but he turned the volume down a little. Nico looked away so he could hide his smile.

“You know, the first Christmas trees can actually be traced back to ancient Greece and Egypt.” Annabeth chattered as Nico accompanied her on their quest to find the star in Sally Jackson’s attic.

“Yeah?” He prompted. He didn’t have to say much with Annabeth, but he liked that, they had an easy relationship. She always understood him, but she never flaunted it, just made sure he knew she was always there for him.

“Mhm,” She continued, tongue poking out as she dug through one box. “Although the trees like we know them today began in Germany in the 1500’s.”

“Huh.” Nico said. A gold point dug into his hand and after the initial quick draw back of his arm, he peered into the box and carefully pulled out the delicate decoration.

“Got it.”

Annabeth looked up and grinned. “Amazing. I need to get away from all this dust.”

Nico just nodded his agreement, and followed her back down to the warm rooms below.

“Hey Nico, wanna help me make cookies?” Percy called from the kitchen, already putting on his blue apron.

Nico wandered into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, stealing some chocolate chips. “No, but I’ll watch.”

Percy snatched the chocolate away from him. “Watch does not mean eat. I can’t make chocolate chip cookies if you eat all the chocolate chips.”

Nico shrugged. “Have you tired?” He asked, managing to take back the chips. “Because there’s really only one way to find out.”

Percy ended up smashing a chocolate bar. Nico enjoyed some very good chocolate chips.

“Here’s your one Nico!” Piper called, throwing him a very ugly and very itchy Christmas jumper.

Nico looked at it’s offensively obnoxious colours and flashing lights and raised an eyebrow at Piper, looking at her right in the eye.

“Do you really think I’m going to wear this?”

Piper shook her head, chuckling. “Not at all. But it was worth a shot.”

Nico quirked a small smile at that. He could respect her attempt at least.

The doorbell rang and Nico’s heart stuttered. They were all staying at the Jackson’s for a couple of days and there was only one person who hadn’t arrived yet. Leo smiled at Piper and Nico ignored it, getting up and going straight to the door, seeing a blur of gold through the little fogged window. He threw the door open, and there was Will, a bag over his shoulder, a smile splitting his face from ear to ear.

“Hey Sunshine.” He drawled. Nico Helped him throw his rucksack on the floor, pulling the other boy into his arms.

“Miss me?” Will laughed as Nico tightened his grip around his waist.

“No.” Nico scoffed, but he placed a kiss to the place where Will’s shoulder met his neck, right under where Nico’s lips rested.

Will pulled back, his long musician's fingers cupping Nico’s jaw as bright blue met deep brown.

“Well I sure missed you.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but leaned down so he could finally kiss his boyfriend. Will’s nose was cold where it nudged against Nico’s own, but his lips were warm and Nico just wanted to melt into him.

“Hey Will?” Leo asked, poking his head out of the living room. “It looks like you’ve got something on your face.”

Nico pulled away, turning slowly to glare at Leo.

“Hey Mr Mechanic?” Nico asked, his voice pleasant. “Don’t forget that I know where you sleep.”

Leo’s face paled and he vanished once more, Will bursting out laughing.

“Alright darlin’ are we going to go in or is this as much as the house I’ll be seeing for the duration of our stay?”

Nico turned back to look at Will, his arm still held tightly around his boyfriend's waist.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you’re sarcastic?”

Will smirked, leaning in to press one more kiss to Nico’s lips.

“Once or twice.”

“Well I love it.”

“And I love you.”

Nico smiled, and this time he didn’t hide it from anyone. “I love you too.” He kissed Will on the cheek then grabbed his bag for him, leading him into the living room where everyone else waited.

Jason played Fairytale of New York again and Nico stooped down a little to rest his chin on Will’s shoulder as Will leaned back against him.

“I love this song.” Will hummed, beginning to sing along. His energy was infectious and soon almost everyone was half singing - half shouting the lyrics.

“When you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve, you promised me Broadway was waiting for me.”

Will turned in Nico’s hold to loop his arms loosely around his neck.

“You were handsome!” Percy shouted.

“You were pretty!” Will continued, looking at Nico expectantly. Nico bit his lip and rolled his eyes, but tilted his head in acquiescence.

“Queen of New York City!”

Piper let out a whoop and Nico laughed, joining in for the rest of the song.

“Hey did you know it was the ancient Greeks and Egyptians who had the first Christmas trees?” Will asked as everyone was settling down to watch a movie.

Nico could practically hear Annabeth’s eyes lighting up.

“Yes!” She enthused as Nico rested his head on Will’s shoulder. “But the tree’s like we know them weren’t until the 16th century in Germany.”

“Yeah but they were decorated with fruit and nuts and stuff.” Nico said, half yawning as he pulled a blanket over himself and Will. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him and he looked up a little self consciously.

“What? I know things.”

Annabeth just smiled knowingly at him threading her fingers through Percy’s inky black hair.

“Okay guys, we need to take a picture of us all in our jumpers!” Piper said excitedly, already wearing hers and setting up the timer on the camera as even Sally and Paul came in for the picture.

“Oh we’re all matching!” Will enthused, holding up Nico’s as his was already on. “Come on sweetheart, just for a minute?”

Nico flipped off Leo, laughing in the corner as he shrugged on the ridiculous sweater.

“You’re so lucky I love you.” He muttered to Will as Piper wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Jason on her other side.

Will kissed his cheek. “Oh I know.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Sally yelled from the kitchen, the houses’ temporary inhabitants scattered throughout all the different rules.

“Oh my god yes.” Nico said, standing up from the couch, pulling Will up with him. “I would happily eat Sally’s food for the rest of my life.”

“What about McDonalds?” Will teased, tugging Nico’s hand playfully. Nico paused in the doorway, looking back at Will.

“Don’t make me choose.” He begged, hoping he could do that thing with his eyes that usually made people cave. Will was not people however.

“Hey Sunshine, you started this. Now Sally’s or McDonalds?”

Nico looked at the floor, scuffing his shoe against the floor. “Sally’s.” He grumbled. “But only for her cake.”

“Oh of course. God forbid there was actually a healthy reason in there.” Will teased, stepping closer, then glancing up.

“Hey look.” He whispered.

Nico did, spotting the red and green dangling from the doorframe.

“Mistletoe. Remind me not to walk through any door at the same time as Leo.”

Will tapped his arm lightly. “Hey!”

Nico grinned and looked back down, Will’s face only inches away from his own.

“Sorry babe.” He glanced back upwards and shrugged. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin the festivities.” He reasoned.

“Of course not.” Will agreed, smiling and leaning closer until their lips brushed.

“Love you.” Nico breathed, just before sealing their lips properly, sliding his fingers into Will’s gorgeous curls.

“Hey guys, dinner!” Sally called once more, and Nico pulled away regretfully.

“Come on, food and then we can get back to this.”

Will beamed and followed him away from the mistletoe.

“Hey Neeks?” Nico glanced over.

“Yeah?”

“Love you too.”

All in all, Nico reasoned, Christmas really wasn’t all that bad.

#12 days of ficmas #solangelo #Will solace #Nico di Angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #Piper McLean #Leo Valdez #Sally Jackson #solangelo fluff

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lchufflepuffcorn · 4 years

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Being the batmom

Author’s note: Okay so, Batmom here. I want to say that it was posted two days before on my patreon (you can check it out here). I’M also present on ko-fi if you prefer. You can also catch my masterlist here if you want to read more of my things. Please feel free to request or ask any question you’d like.

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Warning: Fluff, a little of angst (it’s the batman fandom we’re talking about). English is not my first language.

Dick is eight and orphaned when he's taken in by Bruce Wayne, millionaire and philanthrope of Gotham City. This, by the way, is very different from the circus the poor boy was taken from after his parent's death. Dick is not feeling good about being taken in by that cold and distant man, and even less with the wife he has and is giving him so many warm smiles. That woman is not on Dick's right side, it feels like she wants to take his mother's place, and his mother's corpse isn't even cold yet. He doesn't like that at all.

When Dick tries to ask why Bruce as taken him in, the man either ignores him or tells him they'll talk about that at another time. And that Wayne's wife is still smiling warmly like his mother used to. He doesn't like it.

But as weeks go by and months follows, Dick starts seeing the looks (Y/N) is giving her husband when he ignores her. Dick doesn't respond when she speaks to him if he ignores her, then she can't take his mother's place, can she? He can sometimes catch low voices talking about him when he walks in the manor's cold corridors. He'll never admit it, but he still gets lots most of the time.

''He doesn't like me.'' Your voice says, and behind the nearly closed door, Dick stops walking to listen.

''He just lost his mother, give him some time, darling.'' Respond Bruce, and Dick can see him rub your back tenderly. He never saw that type of affection between the two of you before.

''But I've tried everything; he doesn't respond to me, even less look at me anymore. I don't know what else I can do.'' The sob in your voice makes Dick feel guilty, even more so because he knows that he's not supposed to hear this conversation. So he walks away without making sound and tries his best to go back to his room.

It does take him some more months before he can talk to you without seeing his mother's face instead of yours, but at least he's not ignoring you anymore. That's around that time that he becomes Robin.

And now he can see you fret. You're nervous when they leave, and you're ecstatic when they come back, he can catch you mutter angrily under your breath at Bruce when they come back with scratches and whatnots. For the first time in months, he feels warm. After it, he feels terrible for thinking of you as a good mother, because he feels like it's insulting his.

Dick is fifteen when he first gets too close to experiencing death. ANd it's you again that makes him realize that.

''Get him killed, why don't you!'' You growl in a whisper while bandaging Bruce in your room. ''We just got a kid, don't lose him just yet! I swear your worst than a child yourself.''

Dick sit's outside of your room to listen to you. Tonight's mission was particularly hard, and Bruce took a knife in the leg, pushing him out of the fight. So he wanted to thank him properly, and excuse himself. But your voice stopped the teenager from entering.

''I won't let him get killed, (Y/N)...'' tries to say the man, but you cut him before he finishes his sentence.

''You shouldn't have let him become your sidekick. It's too dangerous.''

''I had everything under control...'' tries Bruce again.

''You had nothing -nothing- under your control, Bruce. Richard could have died.''

''Dick is a bright kid...''

''Exactly, he's a kid!''

Your voice is not a whisper anymore. You're screaming, and Dick feels the same drops in his stomach than when his birth parents were fighting while he was supposed to be sleeping.

Dick is seventeen when his heart gets broken for the first time. And it's because of Bruce nonetheless. He feels betrayed and angry, and all he can think of is to leave the manor. He can't understand why Bruce would hide such a thing from him, his parent's killer. There's a part of him that wants to find a reasonable way to see that matter, but all the rest just want to punch the millionaire. That's when you come into the portrait.

Dick comes into your room one night when Bruce is still working. It's been weeks since they both talked last. The boy feels like a child all over again when you just open your arms at him.

''I'm sorry, Mom.'' It's the first time he calls you that. Your heart races for a little while at the word. But you don't ask questions even if you see his school bag balanced on his shoulder and the suitcase near your door.

''It's okay, you have some friends with you? Do you need money?'' Is all you ask. You can't really expect him to stay. You can understand the feeling of being betrayed. You've already talked to Bruce about it, but you'll have to do it again, that man is stubborn.

''Yeah, I just need some time.''

''It's okay.'' Dick wiggles out of your embrace, but before he can leave the bedroom, you call for him again. ''If you need anything, call me at any time, okay?''

Your boy just smiles and nods before exiting.

It's one or two years later that Bruce comes home with, let's say, a surprise. You were consulted before Dick entered the family, but now, apparently, it's just a way to numb Bruce's pain from missing your son. Dick still calls you, and you go around for breakfast most of the time, but Bruce and Dick are not on talking terms just yet.

The teenager Bruce brings back during the night is the same. He told you tried to steal the Batmobile tyres the week before. Are you feeling safe, not really, but Bruce seems to think he can help the boy, so you figure 'why not.' You're thirty-six now, and the boy doesn't look much older than Dick was when he was adopted.

As it's what the boy names himself, Jason is broody and, as a harsh, looks in his eyes, but your smile doesn't falter.

He gets comfortable around you. Comfortable enough to let you play with his hair when he has nightmares, let you hug him before he leaves for school, or for a mission and comfortable enough to sleep with his head on your shoulder while Bruces drives you from a party that the Wayne Enterprise held. Jason his a mama boy, and it shows, but he doesn't take well that you try to give him rules to follow.

It's Bruce who has more difficulties with that.

You try to talk to both of them, but each time, it's about the same answers.

''But, mom, I don't understand why we just arrest hi. He gets out every time! And he ends up hurting more people than the last time.''

''Jason, I can understand why you're frustrated about that. But life doesn't work that way. Murder is murder, even if the Joker is a bad person.''

Usually, that's enough for Jason to huff and leave the room until dinner.

When you try talking to Bruce about it, that's when it gets tricky.

''Maybe you could talk to him about it? He's still a kid after all...''

Bruce only shrugged.

''You think I don't try? He's not mature enough to understand. Dick understood...''

''Dick saw his parents get killed, but he too was angry when you lied about Zucco.'' You're angry now. It's always like this when Bruce talks about Jason, he's not as good as Dick, Dick was better, Dick was this, Dick was that. ''Jason is not Dick, Bruce, they're different.'' You leave your husband to the darkness of the bat-cave, so he can reflect on your words, once again. Sometimes, it's just better that way.

Contrarily to Richard, Jason is not one to take pictures with you, but you have some that were not made by journalists. They rest with Dick's photos on the principal living room's chimney, where you're always found reading or watching TV or painting and drawing. The one that has big windows and a magnificent view of the garden.

That's typically where Jason would find himself after a hard night of vigilanting with Bruce. He's tired, the mission that the Young Justice League just achieved had been both emotionally and physically tiring, and all your boy wants is a hug. That's how Bruce finds both of you in the living room, you, currently watching a TV show and Jason, head buried in your shoulder, practically sitting on your laps while your fingers were playing with a string of his hair.

Bruce called you on his way back from Ethiopia. And you cried a lot that night and the whole week after too. You can't bring yourself to look at the coffin, he's so small.

You can't talk to Bruce for a while, the mear thought of being in the same piece as he makes you want to cry. It's not Bruce's fault that Jason died, but he could have prevented it, and as a mother, you need to deal with your child's death alone.

Bruce's too changes after Jason's death, for example, his nightly missions are becoming even more bloody. That's when Dick calls you.

''Mom, I really think Bruce needs therapy.''

''You and I both, baby bird.''

You talk for sometimes before a voice cuts into your conversation.

''Who's that, Richard?''

''That, Mother, would be the next Robin.'' Your heart sinks toward your heels as you rise from your seat.

''Bruce doesn't want another. I don't want another... accident myself.''

There's a moment of silence on the line before Dick sighs.

''Just give Tim a chance, okay.'' You mumble under your breath, agreeing.

Tim is different from the others. For one, he has living parents. But that doesn't stop him from calling you his mama. When you ask, he answers that he calls his mother, mom, but you're his mama, because you chose him. He takes Jason's place in the Young Justice League, just like Jasons did with Dick.

That's until his mother dies and his father falls into a coma. Then Tim comes live with you for some time. Dick comes and goes at the same time, he starts talking to Bruce once more again. They're not as friendly as they once were, but Dick's smile brings back Tim's, so Bruce is happy about it too. Tim is the antidepressant that Bruce needed. Your husband did not see a therapist like you asked, but Black Canary tells you that he is way better than he once was.

Tim's father comes back from his coma, and he leaves your house to go back with him. Once again, your life becomes grey. Still, Dick and Barbara come once in a while to talk with you, and Alfred is actually very good at playing chess. Then, Tim's father dies too, and he comes back to the manor. You're thirty-seven now.

''Do you think we'll have children who are not traumatized by death and want to become like you?'' You ask one night as Bruce is getting ready to join you in bed. Even in the bathroom's dim light, you can see the bruises that he seems to collects on his back and arms and legs. Also, his chest seems covered in blue discolorations.

What you're not aware of are Tim's microchips as installed all around the house and that he's listening.

''Why, you don't like the lifestyle?'' Question's Bruce back, a smirk on his lips.

Tim focuses on the sound coming from your bedroom, he's suddenly curious. From the news and the way Dick talks about you, you're a really nice woman, and Tim's experience with you proves it, but he wants to know more about what you think of this lifestyle like Bruce said.

''You know what I mean...'' you start again, but Tim can hear the smile in your voice. ''I just think that they shouldn't be heroes. They're children... it's a dangerous lifestyle.''

Bruce sighs and comes to join you on the bed, but just like you are under the covers, he's on top of them. He kisses your nose gently before rolling to his place next to you.

''I never forced any of them, you know.''

''I know.'' Your hand brushes again, his chest tenderly. '' It's just that I never thought having children would be this dangerous. I just want a normal family...''

At that, Bruce only answers by bringing your hand to his mouth and kiss it.

That night is when Red Hood appeared.

It was all crazy time between Red Hood and apparently Jason was back, and Tim was angry at Bruce, and now Bruce had a blood-related child of his own? Now that you didn't take it very well. And Bruce couldn't really explain either. But the kid seems to find you interesting.

First of all, Grayson talk only kindly about you, so of course he's curious, not that he gives much concern about what Dick thinks. Though he's not home often, Jason is always lovely with you, weakness, but at the same time, you do have a gorgeous smile that makes the child want your hugs too. Tim -now, Tim is not Damian's favourite, but he does have some interest. And Tim is head-over-heels about you.

Most of all, the three boys call you a variant of 'mother,' Barbara is always smiling when she comes home, and you're there, which is not the case when it's only his father, and Alfred had nothing but good things to say about you when he asked.

Damian's pretty sure that you're the one who made his father agree about the cow he's keeping. But there are still no shreds of evidence of this certitude yet.

Damian's still trying to see up to where he can push things with you. As of yesterday, when he called you 'Umi' and you didn't react except for answering, ''Yes?'' he still doesn't know if it's because you were the only one in the room so you answered or if it's because you know what that word means. So he'll have to experiment again.

In short, being the Batmom is being a nervous wreck who likes hugs and is full of patience for both your husband and children.

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years

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Holiday Dates (Pt. 1)

A/N: So I got this idea at like 1 am, and here I am writing it. I know it’s not even really the Christmas season next, but I thought this mini series would be cute for the holidays. So here goes nothing! Pairing: Teen!Gerard x Teen!F!Reader Word count: 2587 Warnings: A few curse words

School projects in general were a pain in your ass. Having to go and work with someone or a group of people on a topic you’re not even interested in, and then present it like your entire career depends on it. Nothing about that was appealing.

So walking into your AP psychology class a week before your two week Christmas break, only for your teacher to announce a partner project would be due the day before break made you mentally punch your desk. “To make this a little more interesting,” Mr. Young began, the tall, black haired man grabbing an old, clear container. “I’ve placed all your names into this jar, and I’ll just draw a few. It’ll present an element of surprise.” He smiled, clearly excited even though no one else was. You rolled your eyes through the pain.

He shook the jar quite violently, as if to emphasize that this would truly be random. One by one, he stuck his hand in, pulling out two small sliver of papers, announcing your peers names. A few grudges, shrugs, and even celebratory cheers erupted depending on the individual’s opinions toward whomever they were paired with.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” He called out, you looking up. As much as you hated it, you admitted the small rush of adrenaline in anticipation for who you would be paired with gave a little excitement. “Gerard Way.” He stated, placing the two pieces to the side.

Gerard Way? You had heard of him. He was the shy, nerdy, smart boy. Okay, well, this should be easy. He should know everything in psych, you’ll help him create a project, and bam. There’s your A. A few more names were called before your teacher finally dismissed you from your seats, to go talk with your partners, get a game play.

You got up, grabbing your backpack and phone, looking around until you found the stark black haired boy. He was looking up to you with a light smile, which you returned as you walked to him. You had never payed much attention to him, but his mess of a head of hair, hazel eyes, and smile were adorable. If you were being honest. You took a seat next to him.

“I’m Gerard.” He smiled to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled back. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. A smart boy and a sight to look at? Perfect.

“Yeah, I- I know.” He stuttered, immediately regretting that, “Sorry, that was weird.” He lightly laughed at his own mistake.

“It’s alright.” You admitted, pulling out your notebook and pens. “So, any idea for what we should do this on?” You asked next. “Well,” He sighed, turning to you in his desk, “I was thinking something along the lines of adolescent psychology? There’s a lot we can do there. Or social psych, that’s interesting too.” He began, “But it’s whatever you want to do, really.” He smiled again.

“I think social psych would be cool.” You looked back at him, from where you were scanning your notes, “I’ll go tell Mr. Young, as long as that’s fine with you.” “Yeah, of course.” He smiled, going back to his own notes as you got up, walking to the front of the room.

“Hey, Mr. Young.” You walked up to the man, “Gerard and I want to sign up to cover social psych.” “Great.” He said, typing it into a word document, “Hey Y/N,” He began before you could walk away. “Be nice to Gerard if you would. He’s a smart kid, gets used a lot for his academics. Just, treat him like a human, alright?” “Yeah, of course Mr. Young.” You smiled at him, wondering what he exactly meant.

“I knew I could trust you with that, Y/N.” He smiled back, as you walked back to your seat next to the boy.

“We could start with the basics,” He spoke up, “You know, personality and all that stuff like that.” You nodded.

“Sounds great.”

“So if we look at attributions,” He began, “The Fundamental Attribution Error may be the best place to start.” “Agreed,” You stated, “So that’s a person’s tendency to associate what someone has done with an internal cause, not an external one based on the situation?” “Right,” he looked at you, “So, like, if someone is driving, and someone else cuts them off, and they call them an asshole,” You lightly laughed, and he smiled, “That would be the fundamental attribution error. Because maybe, in reality, that person could be late to work, or late to pick their kid up from school. I mean they could be an asshole, but we don’t know that.” You giggled again. “Yeah,” You concluded, “But an attribution would be like me saying you’re funny, based off of what you just said. So I can properly attribute that a characteristic of you is you’re funny.” He smiled, a light red coming to his cheeks.

“I, mean,” he stumbled, “y-yeah I suppose.” Then the bell rang.

“Hey, by the way,” You began, “Could I get your number, to text you for when we need to meet?” “Yeah, of course.” He smiled again. You handed him your phone, and he typed in his number and name, handing it back. “Thanks, Gerard.” “Yeah, of course. Bye Y/N.” You walked out a few moments later, walking to your locker where you began putting your stuff away. You walked into the cafeteria, sitting at the table with all your friends.

“Hey, Y/N.” Everyone smiled and you smiled back, “How are you?” Jason, one of the boys on the football team who you just happened to hang out with asked.

“Alright,” You admitted, sipping on your water, “Mr. Young assigned us a project in AP psych.” You sighed.

“Who with?” Shanna asked, another one of the girls you hung out with. “Gerard Way.” You stated and everyone began laughing under their breaths, “What?” You asked next.

“Nerdy, smart one?” You nodded, “At least you won’t have to do work.” Jason scoffed.

“I’m still going to do the work,” You said, “It’s a partner project. Besides, he’s really nice and funny.” He rolled his eyes.

“He’s weird, Y/N.” “No he’s not.” You fought back, “Besides, judging people you don’t even know does nothing good for anyone or anything. Other than your fragile ego.” Everyone oohed, as you looked up at him. “Fine,” he sighed, “I won’t say anything else.” Besides being friends with some of the most popular, and worst people in school, you hated bullies. The idea of hurting someone for something they can’t control, or for being who they are made you infuriated.

Your classes went by, one by one for the rest of the day. They were of course boring, not much intriguing or interesting in any one. You eventually grabbed all of your things, placing them into your bag, and walking out and through the doors back into the crowded streets of New York. Going down only a few blocks, you reached the Subway where you hopped on, went for only three stops, and finally arrived at your stop in Midtown.

Your family’s apartment was great for what it was. A three bedroom in a usual sky rise. It even had a second floor, something not all that common in New York. You shut your door to your bedroom, your parents nor your younger brother were home yet. Placing in your earbuds, you grabbed your laptop and homework, trying to get most of it done so you could have some down time.

Absorbed within your chemistry work, you got a sudden ding. Showing the screen of your phone, you saw a little text bubble, Gerard’s name on the top. “Hey Y/N! It’s Gerard, I was wondering what days would work best for you to work on the project? You could come over to my place, as long as you feel comfortable. Everyday this week works for me.” It read.

You smiled as you opened up your phone, heading straight to the messages app, and responding. “Tomorrow works! Right after school?” You sent, a little three dotted message bubble showing he was typing popping up immediately after. “Sounds great :)” He finished. You placed your phone back down, playing some more of your music and continuing your homework.

Finally submitting all your assignments, you closed your laptop and walked downstairs to find your mom working at the kitchen table. “Hey, sweetheart.” She lightly smiled at you.

“Hey mom.” You smiled back, going to grab a snack from the pantry.

“How was your day at school?” “Good.” You sighed.

“Good.” She responded.

“By the way, I have to go to a friend’s house tomorrow to do a project for AP psych with.” “Alright.” She responded, still writing a few things down, “Sounds great.”

-Time skip-

“Hey, Y/N.” Gerard waved walking up to your locker after school.

“Hey,” You responded and smiled, “Just a minute, I just need to finish putting my stuff away.” “Yeah, of course, take your time.” You finished stuffing your various collection of textbooks and overfilled binders in your backpack, zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded.

The two of you walked out into the streets, as you followed Gerard down only a few blocks and to a large sky rise in lower Manhattan, near the financial district, where your school was. The two of you walked through the large glass doors, through the marble lobby, and into the elevators where he pressed 68. It was pretty silent as you rode your way up, and once the box dinged, you two got out and walked through a long hallway, down to the last door, where Gerard put his key in, jingled a bit, and let the two of you in.

The apartment was large, and gorgeous. Nothing like you had ever seen. It was also expensive, you knew by just looking at it. Everything was so large, large windows the scaled floor to ceiling that overlooked New York. You were in a trance by the beauty of it all. “You like it?” You heard Gerard behind you. You nodded.

“Uh, yeah,” You said, trying to pretend everything was normal, “It’s really cool.” He lightly smiled.

“Thanks.” He responded, “Do you want anything to drink, by the way? Water, tea, coffee?” “A water would be great, thank you.” You looked back. He smiled again, going to the fridge and grabbing two bottles, handing one to you and keeping one for himself. “Thanks.” “No problem.” He looked up, “Do you mind working in my room? If you don’t feel comfortable I get it I-” “No, it’s completely fine.” You reassured him, glad to see the respect he held. He led the two of you through a few various large hallways and into his room, in the corner of the apartment.

The room was huge, the two out of four walls that weren’t huge windows were covered with various posters of Star Wars, Marvel heroes, even Watchmen. Your mouth opened slightly in awe, all of it was just too cool. And stuff that you liked.

“It’s really nerdy I know.” He stated awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, it’s awesome.” You lightly laughed.

“R-really?” He stuttered, looking to you with wide eyes.

“Well yeah, I mean, who wouldn’t think it is?” He shrugged.

“You just seemed like a girl who-” “Would be into nail polish and shopping and gossiping about boys. Yeah, I know.” You sat down on his bed. “But, to tell you a secret, I fucking love Star Wars. And Marvel.” You smiled.

“Really?” He asked again, sitting next to you.

“Yeah, my younger brother and dad loved them before I did, but I stated to tag along to see Marvel movies and would watch Star Wars with them at home. And I fell in love with it.”

“That’s cool,” He said, “I’ve always just liked them.” You nodded. There were a few moments of awkward silence, “Should we get started.” You nodded.

“We probably should.” The two of you went through your bags, grabbing your binders designated to the class.

“So why don’t we go with positive and negative reactions to social interactions?” You nodded, and he continued, “So, do you have any ideas for positive or negative reactions?” “Sure,” You began, “If you tell someone they’re smart, that would be a positive reaction.”

“Great,” He wrote it down, “Or giving someone else money would be a positive reaction.” “Yeah,” You said thinking for a moment. You noticed Gerard looked at you for a moment, seemingly studying your facial features while you pretended to look away, focusing on another example.

“We could try some examples now.” “Great,” You turned to him a little more. “So, Gerard,” You began, as he placed his notebook and pencil down. “I like your hair.” You said and he lightly smiled.

“Thanks,” He said, “You have pretty eyes.” He said next.

“Thanks.” You could feel yourself blush as you smiled.

“You are a super cool guy, and you have an awesome personality.” You said next. He took a pause.

“Do you mean that?” He asked, stopping himself only a moment later, “Never mind, that was stupid, these are just examples.”

“No, I do mean it.” You said, with a confused look. “You really are pretty cool.” He looked even more shocked.

“You’re just saying that to be nice I-” “I’m saying it because it’s true, Gerard.” You stated. It was only silent for a few more seconds.

“Well um,” He began, “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” You looked at him for a brief moment, making sure your ears were reliable at the moment. He noticed your stare, “That was creepy, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry-” “No, no, that was really sweet.” You lightly blushed and looked away before laughing. “Great, now you’re making me shy!” You smiled like a fool at him.

“Well you said something truthful, so I did too.” “Y-you meant that?” You asked next and he nodded.

“Yeah, I mean, did you not know that?” He asked as if it were obvious. You shook your head.

“I mean, my mom calls me beautiful and all but that’s different.” “I thought you knew, I mean, I’m surprised you haven’t been picked up by a model agency yet. You’re absolutely stunning.” He smiled.

“I um, I-” You paused, “That’s too much.” He shook his head.

“Do you know how many guys would like to call you theirs?” He asked next, you shook your head again, “Literally every single one in our grade.” You shook your head again with a smile.

“Oh please.” “What? I’m for real here.” He smiled, “Literally any guy would be lucky to have you as a girlfriend.” You nudged him playfully. “Well I can say the same for you. But a boyfriend, of course.” You lightly giggled and he chuckled.

“I mean, if you say so.” He grabbed his notebook and pencil again, “By the way,” He began, “I, um, this is going to sound so weird, but would you like to go on a date maybe? Like somewhere? If you say no I completely get it I just thought it was worth a shot-” “I would love to,” You smiled. “Let’s finish this real quick, and then I’ll send you my house address. How about Friday, after school? After our big presentation, ya know?” “Yeah, sounds great.” He said, smiling bigger than before and looking between you and the page. “It’s a date.”

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 3 years

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For @randomly-a-fan

You told me I could do what I want, so I tried to do a realistic and darker version of how you met Jason, but with one of my ocs(Eric) 👀

I might show him someday ✨

Part 2

Meeting

Pairings: Jason Voorheese x MJ, side of MJ x Oc

Warnings: gore, violence, some censored curse words, mature themes, characters death(not MJ), hormonal teens-, dark

Hope you don’t mind I put my Oc in it 👉👈 Don’t hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes!

**=changing POV

—=time skip

“C’mon! It’s going to be fun!” Whined MJ’s friend through the phone as the female sighed, a frown upon her face. “I don’t think so.... You know what happened, right? A boy drowned!” “He was fxcked up anyway!-“ “SHUT it-!” Her friend’s end of the line became silent when she raised her voice, after that, there was only silence. MJ’s friend knew her to always keep her cool, never curse or go to parties with them, but that’s why they liked her. She was just so pure... “...We’re here, get outside in five or Imma come in here and you won’t have anything packed—“ She let out an annoyed chuckle when she hears the horn of the van, a small smile on her face. What would she do without her annoying friends, huh?.. She hastily packed some clothes with some snacks and her sketchbook, but jumped as she heard her friend’s high pitched voice behind her. “HOLY-“ she threw her things to the ground as she almost jumped 100 feet in the air.

“You should have seen your face—!!” Her friend laughed so hard that she fell to the ground, her brown hair swaying as MJ tried to regain her breathing, a unamused expression on her face. With a sigh, she only rolled her eyes and walked out the door with her two small bags, not knowing that she would probably need others things than clothes...

The slamming of the door made her jump, her head snapping to the side before the car started moving, everybody talking and drinking, except her, of course. To pass time in the long ride, she looked outside at the beautiful forest and nature and drew in her drawing book, some times answering some questions from her friends or just entering conversations when they asked her. She was all the contrary of them, so why were they her friends? She had no ideas, but she didn’t complain.

“So, do you like, go to parties or just....?” Her eyes fell on one of the boys who she didn’t know, a grin on his face. Seeing that he was talking to her, she responded seriously unsure. “Yeah...?” He only nodded at that, which made her frown, but go back to her drawing. It was almost silence until the guy came to sit beside her and tried to peak a glance at her sheet. “What are you drawing, if I may ask..?” Nobody really asked to see her things, so it made her pale eyes sparkle a little. “Huuh... *clear her throat* Trees.” He nodded again at her small response with curiosity and interest when he saw the drawing in process. Everything was really detailed, the trees monochrome but there was a small rabbit at the bottom of the bigger tree. While the plants and all that were darker, the small animal was like a small light in the middle of the dense leaves, it’s small figure only taking a really small part of the paper. “You’re very talented!” “Thank you.” She replied, still surprised and really happy someone like her things. All the rest of the ride, they talked about their interests and other things, realizing that they had a lot in common.

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Her blue eyes glared with disgust at the couple making out, their clothes barely hanging on their back. Right now, they were finally at Crystal Lake, getting their things out of the van. She still didn’t know why she came, but now she couldn’t change anything. So with a sigh and while taking her bags, she walked towards a cabin, completely unaware of the dark eyes that followed her movements. Their owner wasn’t pleased with people coming onto their propriety, especially teenagers.

“Hey! Wait up!-“ Surprised, MJ turned around and saw the same guy that talked to her in the van. Since she was waiting, she could see that he had dark brown curly hair in a cute man bun and freckles all across his rosy cheeks and face. He was wearing a dark shirt and ripped jeans with green shoes, which were stained with dirt. He wasn’t ugly, she would admit that, but she wasn’t searching for somebody at the moment and didn’t even know why her mind got to that-

“Do you mind sharing your cabin with me, well, if there isn’t anybody with you? Please...” Her blue eyes immediately went to the other teens that were there, her brunette friend from earlier waiving. “You sure your girlfriend would like you to be alone with me?” A ‘are you serious’ expression came on his face before he let out two or three small chuckles, a grin on his face. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so she doesn’t care.” MJ let out an awkward chuckle to break the small tension before she nodded, not really feeling good at the idea of spending her time alone in the cabin with a guy she met 3 hours ago. It wasn’t like he gave freak vibes, but she didn’t feel comfortable with people she didn’t know. When they entered, they immediately gagged, almost vomiting on the floor when they smelled the inside.

It smelt like trash’s juice, iron, and a lot of other things MJ didn’t want to think about... eww.

Except that, the cabin looked pretty much abandoned, but the beds would probably hold under their weights. The floor creaked under their feet, almost daring them not to enter the smelly place. It was the dark haired male who broke the silence.“Well, which do you want?” Again, MJ was almost startled when she heard him, but replied anyway. “I don’t know... That one, if you don’t mind..” “Not at all!” He replied cheerfully when she pointed towards the less dirty mattress. They then installed and placed their things while making small talks before walking out, MJ having her sketchbook with her and the unarmed guy having a nice water bottle with a rock band named KISS’s logo on it. “Wait-“ The dark haired male looked at her, his honeyed eyes capturing her blue ones. “I don’t even know your name, and you don’t know mine.” The brunette said with a small laugh, a smile on her face. They were so occupied talking to each other that they didn’t even take the time to properly introduce themselves. With a facepalm, the male stopped and chuckled, a soft but cheery smile on his pale face. “I’m Eric! And your name is... MJ, right?” “How do you know?” “Your friends told me.” He ended the conversation with a wink, making her blink and laugh before they walked towards the campfire, the only light being that and the moon.

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“So, imma hit the sacks.” At that, almost everybody got up and went to their cabins, the couples having mischievous grins and lustful eyes. The only persons left after that were too drunk to get up(3 of them), Eric and MJ. “You sure you don’t want to sleep?” Said the curly haired man, the light of the fire lightening his orange eyes and making him look older, small wrinkles showing at the side of his eyes. The only response he got from his new friend was a small mumble as she leaned against his shoulder sleepily. The small wrought made him look down at her, a friendly smile on his face. “I’m going to get you to bed, okay?” The female nodded, rubbing her eyes a little as he helped her up, suddenly feeling like someone was watching him, but brushing it off.

They almost tripped as they opened the door, MJ laughing slightly like she was drunk, which she wasn’t. They were the only ones who were sober, Eric having taken only a rum and coke, but he wasn’t a light weight, which made it okay. “Here you go.” With a small grunt, he put MJ in her bed, ticking her in the sleeping bag before he closed the door correctly and did the same, making sure the door was locked before he drifted to sleep.

The masked killer was standing at the dirtied window, waiting for the perfect moment to strike the naked couple. He could clearly hear the blonde’s moans from the other cabin, and he didn’t like that. With long strides, he walked silently to the back door without making any noises before opening it carefully and walking inside, making sure the door was closed before he strikes. The moans continued as the fake blonde rode her boyfriend, her breast bouncing obscenely. They were so into it that they were totally unaware of the shadow casting over them, until the killer’s weapon sliced clean through, transpiercing the two hormonal teenagers with a sickening sound. The mattress stained red as the teens took their last breaths, the female’s body falling on top of the male’s one. After making sure that it was as gruesome as possible, he made his way out, stopping when he saw two figures going towards the cabin at the far end of the camp. The moon shone on his bloody hockey mask, doing the same with his precious weapon, his machete.

The killer was Jason Voorheese, Camp Blood’s legend. Only if he knew he had his eyes on something more than a victim....

Part 2 coming soon ;)....

#jasonvoorhees #gore #jason voorheese #randomly a fan #oc #Eric Manson(Oc)#original character

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #462

i am way too tired to mentally flip through lyrics to put here, rip

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) I have zero idea. When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? The last time I visited Sara in Illinois. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? I think I got purple highlights? What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? One. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Sara's house is lovely. Have you ever been catcalled? No. Are you allergic to any dogs? I might be. Have you ever touched a plant and had hives shoot up your arm? No. Do you think dragonflies are cool? Absolutely! What’s your favorite thing to draw? Meerkats!! Did you toss your hat in the air at graduation? Not high. I wanted to keep it. Do you like fudge? I CAN FUCKING DESTROY SOME FUDGE. Are you an affectionate person? Very. Name something you have to do today: Girt and I are hangin', making fun of bad Netflix anime and going to Buffalo Wild Wings. :^) Would you ever write to a death row inmate? No. People don't get on death row for no reason. I ain't got shit to say to them. Do you reckon online friendships are real? No fucking shit. Most of my most genuine friendships began online. Do you like Slipknot? Yep. Can we talk about how fuckin BADASS Corey's new mask is btw?????????? What do you think of Gorillaz? I like "Feel Good Inc." and one other song I can't remember the name of. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? BOTH!!!!! :') What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? GUYS I recently saw a picture of a little baby dressed up as a Little Oogie Boogie and it made my ovaries cry. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Jesus, Girt is a giant. I don't know about my shortest... If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? Pastel pink. :') What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Probably something sexual so let's keep it on the down low lmfaooo Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? Uh, no. Even if I WAS confident in my body. Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? No. It was dirty blonde. Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? Ha, yeah, at school with friends. Not big trouble or anything, we were just hushed. Did you ever attend a wedding that was a complete disaster? No. What is something that you were surprised you were able to do? Hm. What is the most bullshit-sounding true fact that you know? Male cats have spiked penises lkasdjfal;kje;kjwr it's something to do with preventing other tomcats from mating with her. What Oreo flavor is your favorite? Gimme that Double Stuffed, friend. Sour gummy worms or plain gummy worms? SOUR. Ever been in a talent show? How many times? What did you do? Nope. Ever try out for the talent show and not make it? Did you cry? Nope. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? Y'all when I was a very little kid, during my older sister's b-day party, I sobbed because I couldn't pin the tail properly on the donkey lmaoooo How do you feel about the use of nuclear weapons? Absolutely fucking barbaric. What song has the most meaning to you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus!!!! :') Have you ever made bread? No. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Pets, a baby I was watching after, and Jason. Ever been dominated in a game you were/are really good at? yep alskdjfla;jwej Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? Wild animal, I guess? Have you ever listened to a group of chanting monks? I haven't. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? Probably of Teddy. I've still yet to decide on the total design of his tribute tat I'm getting. Do you like the smell of men’s colognes better than woman’s perfumes? I think so, yeah. How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I'd be pretty fuckin pissed. Have you ever blown something up in science class? Ha, no. Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? Not serious, no. Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? I feel like I have? Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? Absolutely not. I loved him. Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Sure, sounds fun. Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? As of very recently, I returned to using pads. I used tampons for most of my maturity, but I got annoyed with them for TMI reasons and resorted back to pads, even though I don't like them either. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To die happy with my life and what I (hopefully) accomplished. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not wearing any. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? Girt. It was something regarding how I once considered doing the suicide mission at BWW where you eat a select number of their hottest wings, but I didn't wanna die via chicken. :^) Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I'm average in height. I wouldn't change it, nah. Especially now that Girt and I are together the ridiculous height difference is hilarious but also cute lmao. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Like, while I was there? No. Have you ever had casual sex? Nahhhh. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. @_@ When you think of your childhood, are the memories mostly happy or sad? Mostly happy, I guess. What is it like being you? Is it enjoyable? It's very boring with few sources of joy. What are your thoughts on the cause of homosexuality? I would *assume* it's a genetic mutation. Reason being, having a romantic partnership without the ability to reproduce defies the motives of science. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, wrong with said (and hypothetical) genetic mutation, though. Mutations are just another part of science. They occur naturally. What subjects did you find most interesting in school? Least? Most interesting: literature/English (especially reading like, old mythology and epics and stuff like that), LOTS of branches of science (but primarily genetics), art, and I looooved my four semesters of German. Least: ANY and ALL math, history, economics, social studies... that kind of stuff. Which do you enjoy more–hot or cold beverages? Cold, for sure. What were some of your favorite bands from childhood? Green Day was one. Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? Buried alive, for sure. It would be much, much slower. Should you really be doing something more productive right now? Well, I SHOULD be sleeping. Today's going to be a long day, because when Girt comes over, he has a tendency to not leave until like fuckin midnight or later alksdjfl;waje Have you ever lived out of your car? No. Does your family own more than two houses? HUNNY we r poor. A relative just committed a very serious crime, do you turn them in? It depends on the exact crime, but odds are, yes. If you're endangering others, byyyyeeee. You’re in the woods, alone, at night…are you honestly not afraid? Bitch I'm terrified. I have zero survival skills. You are on life support, what would you want a loved one to do about it? For the love of god, please kill me. Your child has only a while to live, do you still enroll them in school? That would be up to them. Also, define "a while." How would you feel if you met your idol and they ended up being rude? WELP I have a tattoo in his honor so that would suck ass lmao According to the tale, was Eve wrong for eating and sharing the apple? "God was wrong for even setting up an apple tree and making up rules in the first place." <<<< There ya go. And the punishment was fucking ludicrously extreme. Are you working on any goals? Yes. I'm currently going to the gym regularly to try and better my physical health and then find a job. I know that being connected sounds odd, but trust me: I can barely carry out very simple tasks just because I have absolutely ZERO stamina to do almost anything. I need energy and endurance. I'm also working towards developing some self-love. Which parent named you? I wanna say my mom. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I mean, myself. Aforementioned self-love is hard. I'm just annoyed my head is so reluctant to accept that I'm not a piece of shit for a million reasons. Why have most of your past relationships ended? They all ended for different reasons, really. Are you having any online conversations, currently? I'm not. What’s on your mind? I'm just tired and going back to bed real soon. Have you ever had an argument with a teacher? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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black-streak · 4 years

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Waiting for the Worms - Outside the Wall

Part 19

Hey guys, very short, laid back chapter. I finished up writing my timari spitefest work and then immediately had a 6 month old puppy brought into my life. She likes sleeping on my hand. If you guys want, I'll post a picture of her, but the point is that writing may slow down significantly due to training and cuddles. Sorry this is almost more of a filler.

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Walking through the portal, Jason took in the sight of his team dropping their transformations one at a time, taking no mind to the kid who walked in behind him. Guess it didn't really matter. What are the chances he would recognize them in any manner that mattered? Plus, they wanted the kid to feel comfortable here. That he could trust them.

Marinette walked over to him, barely glancing at the awkward Robin standing out of place.

"Alright, reprieve is over. You'll never adjust to your body this way," she said with an apologetic smile, lacing their fingers together and both loosening their crushing grip on their bond they'd been holding for the last two hours. As they both relaxed their minds, they slipped back into their own bodies, souls settling happily into their rightful place.

Placed properly, Jason turned towards the Robin in the room, offering a lopsided smirk, "Welcome to the shitshow."

He shuffled his feet, "I don't plan…"

"On staying. Yes, we know Timothy. It's okay," Marinette helped him out, smile soft.

His shoulders tensed and narrowed eyes stared them down, staying quiet.

"Look, replacement, we're not trying to intimidate you or anything. We know Bruce's identity. Comes with being one of his charity cases, you know? It's not difficult to figure out which kid ended up in his care next," he intoned, trying to help Timothy see their lack of intentions towards revealing his identity.

"We only thought it fair you should be made aware of what exactly we know. I imagine it would be quite unsettling to think you had the upper hand on us only to find out later that we knew the whole time," Marinette chimed in next.

They watched as his face screwed up with an off put expression only to nod his assent, "That would bother me more, yeah."

"My name is Marinette," she put her hand out towards him, waiting patiently.

"Tim," he carefully shook her hand, staying almost formal despite the informal correction, "So the part about you getting stuck in the former Robin's body during his death. That's why you share the madness you mentioned before?"

"Lazarus Pit insanity. So fun. Definitely recommend," Jason decided to butt in, noticing the way Tim focused on Marinette the moment they switched bodies, "we were both dipped in a way, though she got the short end of the stick. My body, her soul."

"So some of it transferred due to it contaminating her soul then?" Tim asked, finally looking at him.

"Pretty much. Splitting it up this way makes it easier to handle," Marinette answered.

Tim seemed to consider this for a moment, "why are you answering me so willingly?"

"What purpose would hiding it serve?" He countered, receiving a surprised silence in response.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that out there. I'm sure that couldn't have been pleasant," Marinette slowly brought her hand to his shoulder, leaving plenty of time to move if the kid decided the contact was unwanted. When Tim allowed it, eyes still almost glaring, she smiled up at Jason and led the boy further into the room while he followed behind.

Zeroing in on where Marc stood on the phone, he gave a curious look only for Marc to end the call and curiously glance at the screen before turning back to the room at large, "That was Alfred. He can't make it here for a few days due to the giant man baby that's currently throwing a fit, but apparently someone else will be coming by tomorrow to speak to you two," This was partially directed towards Tim, but mostly to himself, "Said one would know her as a bat, the other as the eye in the sky."

"Barbara's coming? Oh great! It's been entirely too long since we've seen her!" Mari perked up, "did he say when to expect her?"

"Around eleven," they easily replied, picking their way over towards the trio, "sorry about holding you down by the way. Couldn't let you get caught up in that mess. My name is Marc," was directed at Robin.

"So… you were the mice?"

"They were the mice, yes. I'm Juleka. I was the one who brought you to the portal."

"The fox then, and you were likely the cat?" Tim directed towards Kagami.

"Kagami. In the next room over is Chloe."

"The one who opened the portal."

Jason felt a strange sense of appreciation for how quickly Tim placed the identities together. As well as a sense of dread. This kid was too bright, too sharp, based on what Mari told him, to be so easily fooled by Bruce. To not see how toxic that environment was. What happened to his replacement to make him so willing to overlook it all?

At this point a small hand slipped into his as Chloe introduced herself to the boy, having entered the room a moment before. Looking down, he took note of Damian huddling closer to him, watching the scene unfold.

"Another one?" The kid grumbled, tightening the grip on his hand and looking none too pleased, "I know you said I'd have to adjust to new people, but isn't this a bit much?"

"I don't know, kid, you seem pretty accepting of me," Jason tilted his head, watching the kid stiffen slightly, a blush overcoming his face.

"I hadn't realized you changed back yet," Damian replied, though he remained gripping his hand as they watched Tim interact with the others, "Will they all leave already?" The kid added, drawing his eyes back down to the uncomfortable shifting. Glancing at the clock, he figured he might as well indulge Damian every now and then.

"Chloe, lead the herd, would you?" He asked, maintaining eye contact to get his point across.

"Alright you lot, time to head out. Surely Robin won't be too comfortable around all of us for very long."

There was a touch of an argument over this, but eventually the team picked themselves up around the apartment and headed out, saying they might stay away for a few days. Jason caught the grateful smile on Marinette's face and took his small victory in how Damian pulled him back a little when he moved, as though afraid he might leave as well.

When the apartment quieted down and everything went still, he took a deep breath and led the kid over towards the kitchen, feeling Marinette move behind him to follow. He set a pot onto the stove and filled it with milk to heat up, turning to look through the cabinets while it heated up, "Have you ever had Hot Chocolate, kid?"

"You mean melted? Once. I was given a piece to hide, but it melted a bit," Damian answered, sounding disappointed, though at only having it once or having to admit letting it melt, he wasn't sure, "Why?"

"Not quite what I meant. But I'll take it as a no. We're gonna have some tonight then," Jason responded, pulling down a bag of milk chocolate chips. They'd have to do. He pulled his hand up to ruffle the kid's hair, chuckling as he yanked back with a sneer, shuffling over to duck into Marinette's side, who'd been holding easy conversation with Tim all the while, carefully not commenting on the way the Robin pulled off his mask carefully and was beginning to calm down now that there weren't as many people. Jason chose this moment to eavesdrop, now that he no longer had to occupy Damian.

"Why's the new one still here?"

"Damian, this is Tim. He needed a place to stay."

"Why does it have to be here?"

"The same one who wronged Jason and I has wronged him as well. I imagine being around people who understand his position and won't judge him helps."

Jason chose to speak up now, "Marinette took you in when you had no one. When the two of you understood each other and felt connected for it. That's how you came to be family. He and I have a similar understanding."

"So he is family to you?"

"Nah, think more like when you first met her."

"You are… Wanting to protect him despite not personally knowing him. Instinct."

"Now you got it," he responded, pouring four mugs of the beverage, ignoring the calculating gaze between his shoulder blades. Then went about handing them out despite Tim's reassurance that he was fine, "drink it or don't, won't bother me either way, but I'm not going to leave you out."

Damian remained silent up until this point, observing the young teen curiously before passing his final judgement, "okay, as long as he sticks with you," the unspoken threat to keep away from Marinette did not go unheard.

"No one will take your place in my heart, little one. That place was created for you. If I become close to anyone else, they'll have to find their own place. Yours is occupied," she assured, as they both pretended not to hear his unbelieving grumbles. That lesson would be learned with time.

Through it all, Tim kept to himself, sipping slowly and watching their interactions. Jason couldn't know what the boy thought, but if he had to wager a guess, he probably felt suspicious over how open and honest they were. Confused by their relation to Damian, but unsure if it was safe to ask. Likely, the teen just wasn't sure what to make of it all and wouldn't for quite a while.

It'll take time and reassurance, probably even multiple visits from Alfred and Barbara to convince Tim that this was a safe place for him, but they had time to spend.

#maribat #jasonette #ml x dc #WFTW #part 19 #Alfred and Barbara will be in part 20

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krispydefendorpolice · 4 years

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Once Upon A Miraculous - Part 1

Okay so this prompt got away from me and now you all get a two parter. Yay me,😭😭😭

Also you guys are freaking amazing because I was not expecting the responses I got from everyone on my preview post. Especially since all I said was “hey I got a new story who wants to hear it”.

This is for @pepelachanel for the story idea. Oh my goodness, the brain worm you gave me have led me to write over 3,400 words of Jasonette goodness. And angst. Sorry for that.

I hope this is enjoyable.

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“Dan?” She asked the car with the plate that matched the ones on her Uber App.

“Marinette?” The man asked. He got out of the vehicle and opened the trunk for her bags when she nodded.

“Welcome to Gotham,” he said when they were both back in the car. “Is this your first time to the city?”

“No, I’ve been here before, a few years ago.” Marinette said looking out the window at the buildings they passed.

“What brings you back then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m on my way to school in New York and I just thought I’d stop and see an old friend.”

“You’re close with this friend?”

“I was, but he died a couple years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said apologetically.

“Thank you. I wasn’t able to come for his funeral.” She smiled sadly, “This is the first time I’ve been able to come and properly pay my respects.”

They grew quiet as the driver continued to navigate the traffic in Gotham and Marinette’s thoughts drifted to that long ago summer.

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Marinette was 15 years old the first time she went to Gotham. She came at the request of Jagged Stone to work as his costume designer for his American tour. Marinette’s parents had agreed when Sabine’s old roommate from University had agreed to act as Marinette’s chaperone.

Selina Kyle was impressed by the girls creative mind. Everywhere they went the girl brought a sketchbook and she was drawing every time she had a chance.

They were at the Wayne building as Selina had set a lunch date with her fiancé and they had agreed to pick up the man and his son there. Marinette was sitting in the downstairs lobby where she could see the stained glass over the entrance doors while she waited for Selina to collect the men.

“What are you drawing?”

Marinette jumped at the voice but looked at the speaker. He was a big man? Boy? He looked about her age really so boy was probably right. He had a large build, about the size of her classmate Ivan. The same black hair too, but his eyes were blue like her own.

“A dress design,” Marinette answered looking back at the beginning sketch on the page.

“You’re a designer?”

“Yes. I mostly work on commission right now but I do some designing for myself.”

The boy nodded and looked from the sketch up to the windows she had used as inspiration. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve walked past these windows a lot and never seen them this way before.”

“Most of the world does,” Marinette says, “I’ve just trained myself to look at the things we mostly take for granted in new ways for inspiration .”

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“My guardian. We’re going to lunch with her fiancé and his son.”

The boy’s face brightened as he smiled, “You must be Marinette then.”

Marinette was surprised and it showed on her face.

He laughed, “I’m Jason Todd-Wayne. My father Bruce is Selina’s fiancé.”

“I didn’t say her name.” Marinette argued.

“My dad knows everyone that works for him and if someone else had gotten engaged we would know about it.”

“Marinette, Jason! I see you’ve already met. Are you ready to go?” Selina asked as she walked up to them with a man behind her.

During her time in Gotham Marinette ended up spending most of her free time with Jason. As he was on summer break as well he helped her when she needed to do work for Jagged and attended the concerts with her as her assistant.

They grew close, sharing jokes and stories. He showed her around the town and all the best places to go. He shared how he was an outcast in school for being a former street kid thrown into the world of the prestigious upper crust elite. Marinette shared how she was an outcast because of a liar who turned all her friends and the entire class against her. It was one of the main reason’s her parents had even agreed to let her go on tour with Jagged and Selina.

It was a week before her return to Paris that he kissed her for the first time. They spent the last week together going on dates and spending as much time together as they could.

Before she got on the plane to take her back to Paris he gave her a small wrapped package and said to hold onto it until he told her to open it. She agreed and placed it in her bag before kissing him and getting on the plane. She waved to him from the end of the flyway (the goof had purchased a ticket just so he could walk her to the gate but Bruce had refused to actually let him fly off to Paris).

Once home Marinette settled in. She took the box and placed it on a shelf above her designing area.

Then a crash outside had her transforming and running off to fight yet another Akuma.

The next day at school Marinette found out that some of the American news agencies had gotten pictures of her and Jason together. Many were from when they were just friends but a couple were taken after their kiss.

Her so called ‘friends’ jumped her when she entered the classroom asking when she had gone to America, why didn’t she tell them, could she introduce the Waynes to them?

Marinette ignored them, pushed through the crowd and took the seat in the back of the class. She pulled out her phone and sent a message and waited for his response.

Marinette jumped when hands slammed on her desk.

“Girl, why are you ignoring us. That’s not being a very good friend,” Alya said.

“We’re not,” Marinette answered.

“We’re not?” Alya looked confused by the words. “Not what?”

“We’re not friends,” Marinette said standing from her seat. “I haven’t heard from any of you in months. Not one of you sent me a message at any point while I was abroad. But even before that none of you talked with me, or have hung out with me in months. If that’s how you treat friends then I want no part of it.”

The class looked away from her, ashamed of how they had treated one of the kindest girls in the class.

Marinette took her seat as the teacher came into the class and the lesson began.

That exchange set the tone for the rest of the school year. A few, Nathaniel, Rose and Juleka, had apologized and did their best to rebuild their friendship with Marinette. They did get to meet Jason during one of his trips to Paris with Bruce when he came for business.

He wasn’t thrilled that Marinette had forgiven their treatment of her but was glad they were showing true remorse over it. They continued to talk or message daily with an occasional visit back and forth for the rest of the year.

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when

Marinette saw Bruce again.

“Mr Wayne, come in we weren’t expecting you were we?” She asked when she found the man at the door. He looked a mess but she didn’t want to be rude and mention it. “Did Jason come with you?”

He flinched at her question.

Marinette stilled at the unusual reaction.

“I. There.” He stopped and swallowed harshly. “There was an attack. The Joker, he took Jason.”

Marinette gasped, “is he okay? Was he hurt?”

Bruce shook his head, “I’m sorry Marinette. He didn’t make it.”

Her vision clouded over as tears filled her eyes and she dropped to her knees and cried.

Bruce pulled her into a clumsy embrace as he cried with her and just repeated “I’m sorry” over and over again.

The funeral was a week later. Bruce had offered to fly her to Gotham for the service but Marinette had to turn it down. The fights with Hawkmoth’s Akuma’s had increased and she and Chat Noir were fighting them on a near daily basis.

At 16 she grieved for a life, a love, a dream lost too soon.

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Marinette accepted Adrian’s proposal. They had been dating for about six months at that point and she wanted to move on with her life. She couldn’t keep it on hold over a memory of a boy who would talk stained glass windows with her.

She took that old, little box, still in its wrapping and placed it in a drawer where she could keep all the memories it held with it.

Ladybug and Chat Noir had been fighting for four years by that time. It was a long battle but they were beginning to make headway. They had clues now, a new AkumaApp was produced that allowed the citizens of Paris to report when they saw the black butterfly’s. Using that information and the information provided by the Akuma victim’s themselves they were narrowing down the location of Hawkmoth's lair.

Soon they would have enough information to find the villain.

She was 18 years old.

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Hawkmoth was unmasked and Gabriel Agreste was arrested.

Emilie Agreste was found in a coma under the house. Life support was stopped and she was pronounced dead five minutes later.

The first few months post Hawkmoth’s reveal, Adrian and Marinette worked to keep his company from folding due to the negative press while Marinette tried to keep Adrian from falling apart from losing both his parents the way he had.

Once things were beginning to settle and the company was evening out Adrian asked for a divorce. He wanted to end their marriage because there was someone else, someone he had promised himself he’d pursue if he ever had a chance.

Marinette moved back with her parents in the apartment over the bakery. Two days later Chat Noir and Ladybug met on top of the Eiffel Tower to say their final goodbyes. Back where their partnership had really begun with Ladybugs declaration that they would defeat Hawkmoth.

When Adrian revealed himself, Ladybug took the ring of the black cat and said she’d never agree to date someone like him.

Marinette was 19 years old.

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“We’re here miss,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of the gates to Wayne Manor.

Marinette leaned out the window to press the call button on the gate box.

“Can I help you?” The voice not the other side asked.

“Oui, monsieur. Is Monsieur Wayne home?”

“He is out at the moment. Is he expecting you?”

“No, my name is Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. This was a rather impromptu trip I decided to make at the last minute. Perhaps you could help me. Would you be able to tell me in which cemetery Jason Todd was buried?”

Marinette was worried she wouldn’t get an answer when silence followed her question.

“Please drive up to the house.”

The gates opened and the car drove up. At the house the doors were opened by an elderly gentleman who walked to the car and opened the door for Marinette when they stopped.

“I am Alfred Pennyworth. We did not get to meet when you were last in Gotham Miss, but I did hear a great deal about you from Master Jason.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you monsieur Pennyworth, Jason had a great many things to say about you.”

“Do you have your things with you?”

“Just the bag in the trunk,” Marinette admitted.

Alfred went around and when the driver opened the trunk he picked up her bag.

“This way Miss Marinette.”

Marinette gave the driver a quick thank you before she followed Alfred into the house. He placed her bag down in the entryway, “I’ll make up a room for your stay and bring the bag up in a moment. Follow me please.”

“Oh, that’s okay I have a room at the Comfort Inn monsieur. I didn’t expect monsieur Wayne to put me up. I just came because I was never told where Jason was laid to rest and I was hoping someone could tell me.”

“The grave stone is in the Wayne family cemetery on the grounds Miss Marinette. It will be no trouble to give you a room for your stay. If you still insist after seeing Master Wayne and the others I will, of course, understand and drive you to your hotel myself.”

“Merci monsieur Pennyworth.”

“You may call me Alfred Miss Marinette,” he said with a kindly smile.

“Merci monsieur Alfred,” Marinette returned the smile as she followed him into what looked like an office.

Marinette was confused when Alfred walked to a grandfather clock and opened the glass door to move the hands on the face. She was startled when the wall next to the clock opened up to reveal a hidden door.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor Miss Marinette,” Alfred said and walked inside and down the stone steps.

Marinette considered it for a moment, the man could be leading her somewhere where he could kill her without risking her alerting someone after all, but everything she had heard about Alfred from Jason had said he wasn’t that kind of person.

Of course this man could be an imposter, she thought to herself as she followed him down the stairs. But well, cats weren’t the only ones that curiosity killed.

At the bottom of the stairs the room opened up into a large underground cave. The space to her immediate right was filled with glass cases each with an empty mannequin inside. A second row above had cases with costumed mannequins inside. They were various costumes worn by Gotham’s Dark Knight and his partners.

To the left was a large computer and various machines that would have been at home in a police forensics lab. In the center was an open space with a couple vehicles parked. The open spaces between the bike and cars could have been held for additional vehicles.

On the far side of the parking space was a giant coin and a dinosaur. Around the base of the dinosaur were a variety of cases that held other mementos from past battles.

“The family should be home soon. Would you like some tea while we wait?”

Marinette looked at the elderly man in surprise. Looked around the cave. And looked at the man again. She mutely nodded her head in acceptance.

After taking the offered cup, Marinette sipped it before asking the question she’d wanted to since she’d seen the insignia on one of the costumes.

“Monsieur Wayne is the Batman?”

“He is.”

“Was Jason... Did Jason die because he was a Robin?”

Alfred closed his eyes in grief, “he did. Joker got a hold of him. He tortured Master Jason before leaving him locked in a warehouse with a live bomb. Master Bruce was unable to make it in time to save him.”

Marinette paled at Alfred’s words. Though she teared up at the pain he must have gone through she was sure that Jason would have been a hero even if he had known what would happen to him. He’d had that edge of protectiveness he’d developed as a street kid when the younger kids were being harassed or bullied by older kids. He was a hero to the core. In or out of costume.

Marinette sniffled as Alfred poured fresh tea into her cup to give her a moment to collect herself.

“I do believe we’ll have a full house this evening,” he said to distract her. “Master Dick is in town following an arms dealer from Bludhaven. Master Jason is assisting him and Master Damian has insisted on helping as well.”

“I’ve heard about Dick from Jason. He was monsieur Wayne’s ward, a son to him yes? But the other’s I’ve never heard of.”

“Yes Master Dick was Master Bruce’s ward and son. Master Timothy was in a similar situation, when his parents died a few years ago Master Bruce took him in and later adopted him. Master Damian however is Master Bruce’s biological son. He came to us about a year and a half ago. He was almost as wild as Master Jason when he first came to us.”

Marinette giggled. Jason had told her about what a little shit he had been when he first came to the Wayne house. He had been convinced that Bruce was some kind of pedophile and had adopted him as some attempt to get a living sex toy. Jason had decided if that was the old man’s game he’d have another think coming to him.

It took a couple of months before Bruce and Alfred were able to convince the former street kid that that was not the reason why they took Jason off the streets. Of course that was not before Jason had managed to set every alarm and clock in the house to go off at noon everyday or change the passwords to every electronic device to Batmansucks****!

“That must have been an adventure,” Marinette offered.

“Quite,” the man said.

The quiet after they settled to their thoughts was broken by the roar of a motorcycle.

A man in a black costume with a blue bird insignia across the chest was the first to arrive.

“Alfred, I didn’t know we’d have a guest?” He looked at Marinette curiously.

“Master Dick this is Miss Marinette,” Alfred said by way of introduction.

He looked at the older man curiously, “I haven’t heard of a Marinette before. Sorry,” he apologized to her when he realized he was talking about her in front of her.

Marinette shook her head in dismissal, “I wouldn’t expect monsieur Wayne to have any reason to talk about me so I understand that you wouldn’t know of me.”

Before they could say anything else two more bikes and the batmobile pulled into the cave.

“Master Bruce, Master Tim, Master Damian, Miss Cassie,” Alfred called as they got off bikes and out of the car, “come greet Miss Marinette.”

Tim looked to be average height, about an inch or two shorter than Dick. Both had black hair and their eyes were hidden by the domino masks.

The girl looked to be closer to Marinette’s height but taller than Marinette herself, so probably average for a woman at 5’4 or so. She too had black hair and a mask.

The youngest looked to be no more than a child. Marinette would eat her hat if he was older than 12. Again he had black hair though it was hard to see and his eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hood as well as by a mask.

The Batman, one billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, was the tallest and walked up to her.

“I didn’t realize you were coming,” he said as he removed the cowl hiding his features, “or that you knew our secret.”

“I didn’t know until Monsieur Alfred brought me down. I made a last minute decision to come visit Jason’s grave before I go to New York for the new school term.”

She didn’t miss the way Dick and Tim stiffened at the mention of the grave but didn’t know why. Did they not want strangers to go to the cemetery? Alfred had mentioned it was a family cemetery. Surely they could allow her a few moments to pay her respects?

“Mmm,” he hummed in acknowledgement.

“I believe I made my opinion clear on the matter years ago Master Bruce,” Alfred said. As he left the cave he said over his shoulder, “Now you may handle this yourselves.”

Marinette watched him go with a frown but another engine coming into the cave drew her attention.

The man getting off was the biggest of all the Bat themed heroes, even Batman. He wore a leather jacket and a red helmet. He removed the helmet as he walked to where everyone was gathered by the computer but stopped when he saw everyone sitting there.

When no one moved, Marinette stood and walked to the new person. “Hi. Monsieur Alfred introduced the others but I haven’t gotten your name yet. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she held out her hand for him to shake.

The man’s jaw worked as he looked to be trying to find the right words.

He finally settled for removing the mask he wore under the helmet. Marinette gasped her eyes going wide and her hands covering her mouth.

“It’s me Nettie. I’m alive.”

At 20 years old Marinette’s dreams, her love, was brought back to life.

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[TRANS] Doyoung, Jaehyun & Jungwoo’s interview with GQ Korea April 2020 issue!

Doyoung

You're wearing a hoodie with a bear on it and a denim jacket. It's the kind of style I normally like too. I enjoy wearing casual and everyday clothes that aren’t particularly in fashion.

What color stands out the most in your closet? sky blue, blue and cold tones are colors I have the most shirts in. Simple shirts that don't stick to your body.

What color shows your taste in music? Can you name a specific record? '추억은 사랑을 닮아 (Memories Resemble Love)', a song on Park Hyoshin's 5th album. It's a different kind of music from what NCT has shown. I think I'm able to do experimental music and music that stands out thanks to the members. I'm doing music I can't do by myself to my heart's content.

Even when you take a blind test you'd be able to guess it's Doyoung's voice because of the clear tone and aesthetics it has. I first started singing in middle school. Audition programs were very popular at the time, and it was the era where unique vocalists began to draw attention. Because I also wanted to make singing my job, I thought I had to find my own color without any bias.

Do you know your own strengths as a vocalist? My mom sometimes jokingly says "who gave birth to such a pretty voice?". I think the biggest advantage is that it has a tone that can blend well into the various genres like Hip-Hop, R&B, and EMD pop that NCT's music has.

When you were performing 'BOSS' a video clip of you raising the two octaves up to three octaves became a big topic. Are you the type that isn't afraid to sing high notes? To tell you the behind story, that range was a bit more comfortable. I prepared in advance to get myself comfortable and to be able to scream as much as I want. At that time, I wanted to be a strong team during live performances, so all the members spent a lot of time practicing like it was a real battle.

NCT 127's second full-length album is just three days away. During these times, what do the members talk about? "Now, now, let's start practicing the choreography for the 100 million views in a week music video", "Practice for the no.1 song on music shows choreography starts now." (laughs) We have a job where we have to prepare something for a long time and then show it all in a moment. If you think too much about the success that is possible, you have no choice but to be focused. These days, as time goes by, I try not to cling too much to that. It is more important to make an album that we can be satisfied with now.

The title song 'Kick It' has impressive dance moves that are inspired by oriental martial arts. We worked together with a martial arts director to shoot the music video. Each member had their own action scene, but everyone was spinning and flying as the camera started spinning. It was amazing. Everyone was so good to the point you would doubt we had just started learning it. I was a bit worried because I'm not the type to be confident in using my body. I was changing my clothes after we were done and while I was wondering how the shoot would end up, I saw that my hands were all cracked. I told myself I had worked hard.

You seem like a person who gives 200% in a moment of crisis. In the variety show <The Law of the Jungle> you jumped into the sea at night without a doubt. I'm the type to do something properly if you're gonna do something careless. I think I didn't want to make it an embarrassing moment. When I jumped into the sea, I was really afraid. Nevertheless, the reason I did it without fear was because I felt like I had to do something because I had come a long way.

Who is like a hero to Doyoung? You might think it's a boring answer, but it's the staff who help us and the fans. I released this recently. After we finished recording late a night I coincidentally had a look around the office. Even at that late hour, there were so many familiar faces. Many thoughts crossed my mind at that time.

Jaehyun

What do you think of the moment you wake up in the morning? 'It's already morning. I have to wash up.' An ordinary routine.

Do you like velvet? My attention was grasped by velvet training pants the moment I entered the studio earlier. I've been wearing velvet outfits on stage and I've been told that it matches me well. Since then, I started wearing it often with confidence.

You wear a lot of various clothes, like in today's photoshoot too, but what do you think shows your charms best? It feels good when I wear a suit. There was also this techwear look from the music video 'Let's Shut Up & Dance' when we worked with Jason Derulo. I like that too.

Have you thought about what you'd like to do if you could make a transformation? I have wanted to grow my hair long since last year. Growing it to the bottom of your ear and then tucking it behind, I thought it looked cool when I saw past pictures of Leonardo Dicaprio or of the hairstyles of Timothée Chalamet.

Do you have something like that? An aura you really want to have. There are people who look simple in ordinary life, but who look professional when they do their job. You can feel their skills. I want to be like that.

It feels just right looking at NCT's perfect stages. What's the highlight of the performance this time? Since debut, we’ve said NCT's style is 'NEO'. We try hard to reach that level every time. For the title song 'Kick It', the music, choreography, and outfits are very conceptual. There are also moves that are reminiscent of Bruce Lee's martial arts. I think our team's synergy definitely comes out when we have new and unique concepts.

This 2nd full album has 13 songs of various genres. Which song do you like most? The is an R&B ballad song titled 'White Night'. It started with the lyrics "it’s quietly getting darker". I was in charge of the first line, and I was focused on the details such as emotions, beat, and pitch. I recorded the "quietly" part several times. I have some attachments to it.

The soft bass tone seems to be Jaehyun's color of voice. I care a lot about tone and emotion, but interestingly, the tone of my voice has become lower than when I debuted. There's a part in me that wants to show myself more by signing than by dancing. From the start, I have received a lot of stress from singing, but as much as that, I also received a sense of fulfillment. I want to continue doing well.

What song would you recommend to someone who wants to hear Jaehyun's voice? 'Coming home', a song that was released last winter. It's a calm song centered on vocals that I sung with Taeil-hyung, Doyoung-hyung and Haechanie.

You said before you like your hands because they are pretty, right? Seeing them myself, I can agree. What do you want to achieve with those hands? I've been playing the piano for a long time, but I want to improve my skills. I feel at ease when I play the piano. And I'm the type to do anything well that requires my hands, the members sometimes call me 'golden hands'. I hope I can do well in anything.

Is there something you're the best at in the team? I'm confident in running. Since I was a kid, I loved sports so much that being an athlete was also a dream of mine. So when it comes to sports, I'm the.... Hahaha

I heard you watch movies when you want to relax. Is there anything you have been enjoying lately? I watched <Baby Driver> again yesterday. I've seen it three times, but the scenes and the music match perfectly, so I get excited every time I see it. I saw <Before Sunrise> several times too.

Do you also look up old stage videos or music videos? I sometimes do, but once I start watching the music videos starting from our debut song 'the 7th sense' to the latest, I will get hooked on it. When I just debuted I was still fresh but also a bit stiff. I also have memories of the Mickey Mouse 90th Anniversary Concert which was broadcasted by ABC in America. During the first tour of North America last year, I developed an aspiration for languages. When I was young, I lived in America for a while and learned some English, which has helped me and I saw how having [language] skills are a benefit.

This album starts with the song 'Elevator'. Where do you want to go up with NCT? As far as we can go.

Jungwoo

I've seen lots of pictures of Jungwoo wearing a fanny pack. Backpacks are big and uncomfortable so I only carry what I need in my fanny pack.

What does it usually carry? Contact lenses, eye drops, nail clipper, masks, bands, and ointments. Eye drops are an essential. My eyes become tired [/dry] when I wear lenses for a long time.

What is the style Jungwoo likes to wear? First of all, it should be comfortable. I usually wear training clothes and I'm often told that NormCore clothes look good on me, so I try to wear items that don't stand out too much. I think flashy things don't really suit me.

What? No matter how you look at it, you wore fancy and bold clothes today. It’s also curious to me. I like to challenge myself to wear different kinds of styles.

What is the image you try to have? I want to have a dreamy and bright atmosphere. I hope that when people see me they are fascinated and are curious about me.

What kind of person for you think is really cool? Justin Bieber. His style and music have his own unique color. Not only me, but all the members are fans too. I saw Justin Bieber's YouTube documentary yesterday. Besides the external stories, seeing him overcome the agony and growing pains of being an artist, made me like him even more.

What is something surprising about Jungwoo? That I'm purely a hard worker. I don't think I have many talents I was born with. I'm more like someone who will achieve results as much as I worked for it. So I put a lot of effort into anything I want to do.

Is anything possible if you just try hard? Looking at NCT's stages, I think there's more to it than just effort. I often look at others to find out how they do it. When we had a stage on the famous American talk show <Jimmy Kimel Live>, I was able to see and analyze the other stages that were on the program. The ways to walk with the camera and how it appears on the screen. So like that, I learn a lot.

Jungwoo has a very clean and impressive voice, but we heard you passed the audition by dancing. This is also kinda surprising [a twist]. When I was in elementary school, I watched the music shows and became interesting in dancing. But later, when I was recording, the music director told me I had a fascinating charm to my voice since he couldn't really tell if I was singing in falsetto or not. After hearing that, I decided to I should develop my voice into a good one and use it as an advantage to show myself.

What is your favorite track in this album? There is this song called 'Pandora's Box' and when I first heard the guide version, the lyrics 'remember this moment, us, our moment' really stood out to me. I imagined how it would be like if we would sing this with the fans at a concert, and I thought it would really turn out great.

When was the most miraculous moment in your life? When I joined NCT. It felt like a dream. I cried a lot when I came down after finishing my debut stage on the music show. I was happy but also felt regret. I remember the members encouraging me by saying "it's okay, you did well".

What do you think is your role in the team? No matter how, I seem to be the mood maker. I make a lot of jokes. If there would be 100 people, all 100 would be laughing. My humor level seems to match well with Doyoung-hyung especially.

The other members say Jungwoo hasn't shown his full potential yet, they say you have a lot of various sides. I think it can also mean that it's still unclear what I will do next. I often hear that I'm pretty unique. Could you say I'm 8D? (laughs) I too, don't know fully yet who I am.

Do you like that personality? There's only one my in this world. I want the person named Jungwoo to become a new genre. New, unique. In order to do that, I have to accept what I have and work hard to show the charms of it.

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