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trickstermiraculous · 4 years

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AO3 Fic Recs

Lila Rossi Bashing

Art Club Chat Room - The Art Club has a chatroom and some things get revealed about a certain Italian.

The Actress - There was a new student in class. One Isabelle Verity. A girl with black hair in pigtails, blue eyes, a habit of wearing red, and supposedly Lila’s long-time bestie. Given Lila’s previous lies, the class immediately latched onto the idea that Isabelle was Ladybug. And as Isabelle only gave them a cheeky ‘Ladybug has her secret identity to uphold’, they went full force. Adrien knew that Isabelle wasn’t really Ladybug. While he could be an idiot sometimes, he knew two things. The first, is that Lila is a liar, and Ladybug wasn’t her ‘bestie’. The second, is that Ladybug would never tell anyone her secret identity.

A Queendom Crumbles - Lila claims to be great friends with Jagged Stone, so she finds it justifiable to claim that she created his iconic Eiffel Tower glasses and designed his album cover. Since her classmates love Jagged Stone, it would only increase her own popularity, right?

Exposed - In France it is illegal to video record or photograph someone without their consent, a fact that Marinette had forgotten about until she is expelled a second time from school. Too bad Lila hadn't done her reading on that particular law.

It's Your Birthday - Adrien knows she's been tormented by the whole class - all thanks to a liar. Wouldn't you know, it's Marinette's birthday, and he has the perfect present.The downfall of Lila.After all, Princesses deserve to spoilt.

Baked Jagged - Jagged tries to bake cookies, and ends up exposing Lila to the class.

Better Late than Never - Post Ladybug. Even after Lila's lies get exposed, no one apologizes to Marinette. It hurts that no one tries to make things right. Lila keeps bullying her, Adrien tries to ignore it all and no one else seems to notice at all.And then, unexpectedly, Chloé shows up at Marinette's door.

Maribat

No More Dead Robins (or little Ladybugs) - Mature / Complete - Fresh out of the Lazarus Pit, Jason had one plan: Take up Talia on her inter-continental training montage until he was strong enough to take out Batman. When his training takes him to France however, Jason learns about the newest supervillian on the streets. Correction: The newest supervillain and superheroes. Seeing an untrained tiny thing flying around the city in red and black was a bit more triggering than he had expected. One dead Robin was more than enough for Jason and he is definately not going to let this little bundle of sunshine and rainbows end the same way he did.

Jason Dupain-Cheng - Teen / Complete - Jason had two options that night: steal the hubcaps off the Batmobile or break into an under protected bakery. His stomach made the decision for him. It was probably the best decision Jason had ever made.

Unwanted, Unreliable, Unstoppable - Teen / Incomplete - They were tired. Tired of having to save an ungrateful city from an obsessed maniac and of being ignored by the so called 'Heroes' of the world. But what if someone, some people, reach out to them with an offer to help?

Maribat 2k20 - Bio!dad Bruce - Teen / Complete - I've never answered prompts or taken part in something like this before, but I thought I would give it a try (even if I'm somewhat twisting the prompts, sorry if that's not allowed?). Instead of a series on one shots I'm working this as a 7 chapter story, each with one day's prompt.

Quarantine - Teen / Complete - After years of Hawkmoth's terrorism, the Justice League intervened in Paris to mitigate the damage of Hawkmoth's powerful akumas. A Quarantine was put into place, halting all travel at the border without any warning. Ignoring input from Paris's own heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, the Justice League took over Paris, vowing to end the Quarantine only after Hawkmoth's defeat. Now, as life under the Paris Quarantine grows darker, Marinette finds herself relying more and more on the comfort of her friend (and crush) Damian Wayne, who she video chats with nearly every night.With no end to the Quarantine in sight, Marinette knows she has to take matters into her own hands. Fear and hopelessness have taken hold of her city. Either Marinette finds a way to end the Quarantine, or there may not be a city left to save once the Justice League defeats Hawkmoth.

Gotham's (Fashion) Disasters - General / Incomplete - Marinette and her parents are dragged along to the Rock wedding of the year by none other than the groom himself Jagged Stone. To complicate matters the wedding is in Gotham city America. By the grace of her Ladybug luck Marinette has everything prepared for the trip. But her skills are needed in Gotham, and she might find something while she's there.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #lila salt #Lila Rossi #maribat fic #maribat #ml x dc #fic rec

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mochegato · 4 years

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Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt. I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

“Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair. Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala. Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded. “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned. “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone. It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well. When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, ‘tolerable’? When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working. He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily. She could already feel herself giving in. Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in. He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes. She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly. Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite... trope

What. The. Fuck. That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat! He was playing her… but only if he liked her. So… he liked her? What!? When did that start!? Why weren’t they already dating!? He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her! Bastard. He needed to stop playing games and act. They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react. He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what. Aww, that was so adorable. Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one. It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.” Finesse. To be fair to her efforts... screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape. Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala. He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless. She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing. No wait. That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now. If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right. “What?” He gurgled out. Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect. He was Red Hood. He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time. He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie. Surely.

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment. He didn’t care, not about this not about her. But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this. She knew he cared. Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask. She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb. He was good at that. Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about. She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think. She treated him like he was brilliant. Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value. She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle. So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES! Right. He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though. He could pull them out again and it might work, but... Fuck it. The direct approach then. Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line. He was still playing games. Fine. He wanted to play games? She could play, too. And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don't know... I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself. He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again. He narrowed her eyes back at her. She was playing with him. She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’. That meant… she was interested too, right? She was interested and flirting with him. A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well. Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling. Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you. If you want a date, you can ask for one.”

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?” He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider. “But…” She paused hesitantly.

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned. This was his life now. He was never going to live this down.

Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time. He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what? You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no. I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice. Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose? We can always switch.”

Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

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@fsketchart @jasonette-july-2k20

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2k20

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killuababie · 4 years

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SIS IM IN THE MIDDLE OF DOING MY REQS FOR TODAY, BUT I GOT BORED AND WANTED TO REQ SMTH FROM MY FAVE MUTUAL (don’t tell the others i said that)!! CAN I GET HCS ANY HQ TEAMS U WANT WITH A BRITISH MANAGER WHO SWEARS A LOT? COZ THATS ME ISTG- 😤💖💖

Cursing like a sailor

Summary: Manager!Reader who curses a lot.

Pairing: Inarizaki x Manager!Reader, Aoba Josai x Manager!Reader.

Type: Platonic Headcanons.

A/N: AHHH ILYSM AND DW I WON'T EXPOSE YOU 😳 BTW IM SO SORRY FOR FINISHING THIS SO LATE :( also cursing a string of words is such a big fat mood that's deadass the best thing ever.

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INARIZAKI:

You're their first manager, hence they're HYPED! Also the fact you're a foreigner, a British person they're like aHH GO CRAZY GO STUPID, well Atsumu to be very specific.

At first everyone is so nice and welcoming towards you. Esp Aran, he's your best boy and you're absolutely whipped for him, also y'all give hugs every day. Kita is extra careful towards you and would definitely ask you about your culture. Osamu would love to make traditional food related to your culture. Suna is whipped but he's waiting for that one moment so he could record some spicy stuff like atsumu getting his ass beat by you

Atsumu being the bitch he is, is always up your ass and you, istg you try so hard to be so nice to him.

One day he's trying to impress you since you stepped into the school. He was DEDICATED he's actually desperate to get a compliment from you.

You being their manager to the court room and he's trying to impress you with his serve but it hits you in the face instead you deadass just yeet and fall. Rip y/n-chan 2k20

HES SCARED. Scared is an understatement. Everyone is almost about to murder him and yeet his ass into the 8th dimension

But he's TERRIFIED when he sees you get up and look dead in the eyes as blood drips down your nostril

At this point he's screaming.

Atsumu: OH MY GOD Y/N IM- EYE

You: Atsumu, you pisshead dickface motherfucker if you don't fucking stop pulling your shitty shenanigans on me, I'll rip off your filthy shiteating useless head off and play volleyball with it 🥰🥰

Nah they're ALL terrified of you now. Atsumu's soul has left his body and he's paper white pale.

Suna is concerned about you but he's THRIVING recording the shit go down. Man's got priorities 😔

Aran and Kita being the sweet babies go to you and take you to the infirmary. Osamu definitely whips a new one into Atsumu.

And since then they haven't got enough of your cursing. They definitely didn't develop a kink for it

AOBA JOSAI:

Being their manager...

I feel sorry for you because Oikawa 🥰

But the fact that you were a British person made you popular in classes but when you joined the boys vbc your popularity went 📈📈📈 and Oikawa being whipped for you was exhausting for YOU.

When you first introduced to them as their new manager, you could literally see hearts in their eyes, like deadass.

Iwaizumi was the most protective of you, while makki and Matsun coming after them. Kindaichi would get beetroot red whenever you talked to him. Kunimi being the calm one would sometimes stutter while talking with you. Yahaba and Watari drool over you. Well Kyoutani... He ain't even come so 👁️👄👁️

They warm up to you quite quickly esp Oikawa.

Being their manager is not an easy task. Being their only manager means finishing your duties, help them think of new strategies, take care of their health esp Oikawa because bih he works way too much and then the hardest of it all... his fangirls.

Since you're new you don't really curse out loud but definitely mutter under your breath.

It's competition season and ofc being the smart person you are you haven't slept in 2 days. You could feel it in depths of your asshole that you're gonna break your cursing wall today.

Ofc the moment you step out the bus y'all are gathering attention and you quite soon lose the sight of Oikawa. Unfortunately, Iwa-chan has to ask you fetch him.

HE HAS TO BE SURROUNDED BY HIS FANGIRLS AND IGNORE YOUR CALLS- hol on lemme pray for oikawa

You deadass drilling holes into his back while walking up to the little group before warning the girls "now the the show is over and I need y'all to please fuck off 🥰 also Oikawa I think you have got too much shit in your ears for you to not hear my fucking calls."

You drag him to the team while cursing the living shit outta him. Man's low-key turned on tho

When he meets the team he's like "Wow y/n-chan curses more than Iwa-chan" and they're all confused.

Soon as the time passes they get the proof for themselves and Iwa is low-key shocked and he's DEFINITELY crushing on you now.

You 🤝 Iwa: planning Oikawa's murder infront of him.

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#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu platonic #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu manager #haikyuu headcanons #aoba johsai #aoba josai x reader #aoba jōsai #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #haikyuu x manager

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guzguz-here · 3 years

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Never Admit It

A/N: @queenoftickles I’m your Secret Santa! I hope you like it! Thank you again @ticklygiggles for organizing Squealing Santa 2k20. This was so fun! :)

Summary: Aizawa, Present Mic, and Ms. Joke are gathering supplies for a joint training camp the two schools will be participating in. When Joke and Present Mic are together, they are always making each other laugh with their jokes and shenanigans. This time they decide to drag Aizawa into their antics and they all end up having a laugh.

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“What kind of wicked gadgets are we going to be snagging from storage, Erasure?” Present Mic asked.

“Just some basic stuff for rescuing exercises. The camp we’re going to has most of the equipment we’ll need,” Aizawa answered.

“Thanks again for agreeing to team up with my class for another training camp. Mixing our schools has really helped the kids better their quirks and has let me spend more time with my future husband.” Ms. Joke said, swooning.

Aizawa ignored Ms. Joke’s comment as he unlocked the door to the storage room. The schools had collaborated on a few training exercises prior to this one. Principal Nezu had decided that collaborating with other schools would be good exposure to the students and could help them adapt to a variety of different quirks. When Aizawa first heard UA was going to be teaming up with Ketsubutsu High, he was dreading having to work with Ms. Joke. But, if he was being honest with himself he was minding the Smile Hero’s presence less and less as the semester went by. Working with Ms. Joke reminded him of the old days when their agencies teamed up for missions, a lighter time.

Joke and Present Mic immediately formed a friendship from this collaboration. They fed off each other’s loud, upbeat energy and this new formed friendship was definitely a headache for Aizawa at times. But Aizawa didn’t mind this change of pace either, the two certainly livened up the atmosphere and he even found himself enjoying the duo’s antics. Of course, he would never admit that to his colleagues.

The first ten minutes of assembling the equipment was filled with Present Mic and Ms. Joke laughing and cracking jokes, some at Aizawa’s expense.

“Oh shoot!” Ms. Joke exclaimed suddenly.

“What’s cracking, Joke?” Mic asked peering over from where he was gathering rescue dummies.

“I tried to reach for a tracker, but ended up pushing and it fell behind one of the shelves. It’s too far for me to grab could you try to get it?” Ms. Joke asked.

“You got it,” Present Mic said heading over to her. The shelves were placed back to back with a small gap separating the two. He scanned the side of the shelves, looking for where the tracker fell. Mic saw it was smack in the middle of the small gap. The Voice Hero attempted to reach for it, but it was just out of his grasp.

“Hey Erasure! A little help over here,” The Voice Hero called.

Aizawa walked over from where he was gathering targets. He peered between the shelves as well, gauging where the tracker had fallen.

“I think I could get it if I tried grabbing it from under the shelf,” Aizawa said beginning to get on the floor. The shelves were raised enough where he could fit under them and they were bolted to the floor so there was no risk of them falling if he bumped them too much. He scooted under on his back until his head was directly under the gap.

The shelf’s width was about a foot and a half thick, so all Ms. Joke and Present Mic could see was the bottom half of Aizawa’s torso and his legs sticking out. It looked a little silly. As the Smile Hero looked upon the position her colleague was in, an idea suddenly popped into her head.

“Hey Mic, wanna see if Erasure is ticklish?” Ms. Joke ask with devious enthusiasm.

“Don’t even think about it Jo-oof!” Aizawa began his response in his normal expressionless tone, but was interrupted when he felt Ms. Joke begin to poke his sides. The UA teacher was in the middle of reaching for the tracker, but instantly brought his arms down and began attempting to squirm out from under the shelves.

“Johohoke cut it ohohout!” Aizawa grunted and huffed trying to suppress his reaction. He struggled to free himself, but before he could, Present Mic began to join in on the fun. He knelt next to his friend and began digging into his ribs. This made Aizawa yelp suddenly and arch his back, making the shelves rattle.

“Seems like he’s pretty ticklish,” Joke said skittering her fingers across Aizawa’s sides and tummy.

“N-nohoho!” Aizawa said as he successfully pushed himself out into the open. He attempted to get up off the floor, but Present Mic grabbed him around his torso and hooked his arms under Aizawa’s. The Erasure Hero's back was flush against Present Mic’s chest and his arms were jutting out unable to protect his torso.

“Eh I’m still not convinced. Get him, Joke!” Mic exclaimed.

Ms. Joke immediately went in for the kill and grabbed either side of Aizawa’s ribs and began digging into the ticklish area.

“NohohHOHOHO!” Aizawa yelled and began to squirm vigorously in Present Mic’s hold.

Ms. Joke was squeezing and wiggling her fingers over every inch of Aizawa’s vulnerable torso. He was cackling and thrashing around, trying to free himself. Neither of the pro heroes had seen their friend this animated in a long time.

Present Mic decided to release his hold on Aizawa, but not before jamming his hands into Aizawa’s armpits and roughly digging into the hollows.

Aizawa howled.

He immediately brought his arms down and curled into himself, successfully blocking Ms. Joke’s attacks. Then he quickly pushed off from the floor, freeing himself from Present Mic’s tickle attacks and ran to the other side of the room.

“Never. Do that. Again,” Aizawa said panting.

Present Mic and Ms. Joke looked at each other and then back at Aizawa who was hunched over using one hand to steady himself on a table and the other around his middle. The two pro heroes bursted out laughing.

“Wow Erasure, you sure can flip a switch!” Present Mic said through his laughter.

“I know! He was just cackling his head off and now he’s trying to be Mr. Serious again,” Ms. Joke said working herself up into another laughing fit.

Aizawa scowled at the two teachers in front of him and began walking towards the door of the storage room.

“Good luck gathering the rest of the stuff and taking it all back to the dorms,” Aizawa called behind him.

“Aw come on Erasure!”

"Don’t be like that, man!” The two called after him.

Like Aizawa said, he’d definitely never admit it.

#squealingsanta2k20 #tickle fic #ticklish!aizawa #Thanks for reading!#guzguz tickle fic

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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feel something pt 5 - jj maybank

On the outside, you’re a kook princess with a seemingly perfect life and a perfect family. The expectations are suffocating you, to the point where the only thing you feel is numb. You’re chasing different coping mechanisms in order to feel something. Until a chance encounter with a certain blond pogue you know you’re supposed to hate gives rise to a different kind of feeling.

Warnings: angst, toxic behaviour, poor coping mechanisms, drug usage, mentions of sex, mentions of suicidal ideations (brief), Rafe being a grade a asshole, shitty parents, abuse

Pairings: JJ x reader (eventually), Rafe x reader (slight)

Words: 3.9k

A/N: I have finally delivered more than three lines of JJ content, yall are welcome. Also a little baby bit of angst, but that’s the name of my fic game. I just love Chick sm, protect my small bean 2k20.

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(gif NOT mine - if its urs pls let me know so i can credit!!! found on the google)

You don’t know how Chick knows, but she does.

That night, she crawls into bed with you, desperately seeking your comfort as her worldview crumbles around her. You can relate, you were about her age the first time you realized that most kid’s parents don’t scream at them like they’re the scum of the earth. The major difference being you were the oldest and you didn’t have anyone to comfort you. With that thought in mind, you make a promise to yourself that you will never let Chick feel a quarter of the shit you went through.

You let her curl into you, arms clutching you tightly, head tucked into your shoulder. One hand of yours smooths her hair, the other holding her just as closely. “Sister day tomorrow?” you ask her quietly. Her only response is a slight nodding of her head against your neck, so you ask, “what do you want to do? The whole day is your choice.”

“Surfing and gumbo.” She mumbles and you can’t help but smile. If your baby sister is one thing, it’s predictable.

“Sure thing bub. Bright and early tomorrow,” you warn her, left hand fumbling to grab your phone from under your pillow before setting an alarm for six am.

She’s out like a light, no response to you. You close your eyes tightly, heart breaking for your little sister. You have trouble sleeping that night, every shifting movement and slight sigh that escaped Chick had you on high alert. Add on to that the guilt of the prior night, the warmth you felt when you thought of having Sarah back and the confusion of what was going on between you and JJ… you didn’t sleep for longer than half an hour at a time.

Six am came early that next morning, predictably right when you thought you might finally be falling asleep. Despite your exhaustion, you were looking forward to spending some quality time with your baby sister. You changed quickly in the dark, letting Chick sleep in an extra ten minutes as you flicked through your bathing suits looking for a bikini top that was a little more secure to withstand some choice waves if you caught any.

“Rise and shine, Chick!” You cheerfully shouted, flicking on the light. She groaned and raised the comforter over head, but you laughed and tore it right off the bed. “C’mon you’re the one who wanted to go surfing and you know the morning is the best.”

She grumbled a bit, but quickly darted to her bedroom to change. You met her in the hallway, smiling to yourself when you spotted her wearing the pink and blue rashguard you had gotten her for her birthday. “Alright, let’s go!” you cheered and raced her down the steps, quickly grabbing your keys from the little bowl that sat on the console table in the entranceway.

“And where are the two of you going?” Your mother sat on the front porch swing, sipping on a large cup of what you assumed to be coffee, raising a single eyebrow at your bikini and jean short combo.

“Sister day,” Chick replied before you could, “Surfing and gumbo.”

Your mothers harsh gaze softened upon gazing at her youngest daughter, smiling before waving the both of you off, telling you to have fun. You grinned at Chick and hopped into your jeep, handing her your phone to queue up a spotify playlist. The two of you goofed off and giggled the whole way to the beach, almost as if the events of the past week hadn’t happened at all.

Upon arriving at the beach, you hopped out of the driver seat and quickly took down your boards from the roof rack, handing Chick hers before setting off onto the beach. You had chosen to drive into pogue territory both for the convenience of hitting up the Wreck after and to avoid a certain kook who had made a certain confession. Plus, it was nice to be judged based on your surfing ability (or lack thereof) rather than how expensive your surfboard was.

Entering the water always felt like coming home. From the first toe dip until you were waist-deep in the ocean, it was like your entire body came alive. There was no feeling like it, when you were a kid your dad had joked that you were a mermaid. You used to spend all day in the water, coming out all pruny and honestly slightly dehydrated, but so, so happy. You and Chick paddled side by side into deeper water, and you sat up on your board to let Chick take the first crack at it. You can’t help but giggle when she wipes out approximately five seconds after popping up. She sputters and throws you an offended glance as she resurfaces.

“Let’s see you do better then,” she yelled at you with as much sass as she could muster so early in the morning.

You grinned at her, eyes watching the rolling water waiting for an appropriate wave. Finally spotting one, you started paddling to try and catch the wave before it breaks. Hopping up on your board by pushing your body up and tucking your feet under you, you stood on your board knees bent and arms relaxed, with your torso leaned forward to help balance. You couldn’t help showing off for Chick; angling your board across the wave, you leant into the turn before shifting your body weight to your front foot, letting your board slide down the face of the wave in a tail slide. You heard Chick whoop, cheering you on, causing your grin to widen.

Returning to her, you both floated on your board side by side for a few minutes, watching the waves crest and break. “Alright little Chick, your turn again, unless you want to ride the white water, I won’t judge.” She gave you a look and you just grinned at her again.

She started paddling towards a smaller wave than the one you rode, and you couldn’t help but cheer when she managed to stand on her board and ride the wave straight in. You hooted and hollered with no care in the world, celebrating your baby sister not eating shit. She was laughing on the shore line as you paddled back towards the shore to meet her.

“Not bad tail spin, y/l/n” you looked up to see JJ Maybank staring at you.

“Oh! Uhm, thank you,” you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious as his gaze traced your body.

“That was a pretty bad wipeout earlier, pretty brave of you to ride that wave after that Little y/l/n” he complimented Chick. At least, you think it was a compliment, it was a little back-handed after all.

Chick being Chick just grinned and said thanks.

“Are you goofy foot naturally, or do you just do it because y/n does?” he asked her seriously.

She looked at him in confusion, “Goofy foot?”

“He means which foot you put forward. I lead with my left,” you explained. A look that was suspiciously close to shock briefly flashed on his face, before he recovered and grinned.

“I don’t know, I guess I just copied y/n,” she admitted, face reddening a little.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Little y/l/n, but why don’t you try putting your right foot forward instead and see if that’s more of a natural stance for you.” He advised her. She looked to you, and you just smiled and shrugged at her.

“Alright, watch this you guys!” She shouted and headed back into the water.

You sat down on your towel, watching Chick take JJ’s corrections seriously as she chased a few waves. “Thank you,” you said a little reluctantly to the blond sitting next to you, his eyes trained on your sister.

He broke his gaze to turn his head to you, “’Course, gotta unteach her your bad habits.” You gasped and shoved him playfully. “Just kidding, your technique is basically perfect.”

It was your turn to turn a little red. You weren’t used to compliments without any ulterior motives. “Thanks, but it’s not that good.”

“What are you talking about? You’re amazing out there.” He complimented you again, causing your cheeks to get redder.

“Oh, look at Chick she’s going for that wave,” You pointed out at your sister, hoping to deflect some attention to her.

“She’s a quick learner,” he commented. You smiled, more than a little proud of your sister.

“She gets that from me,” you bragged, and he laughed, throwing his head back. Your mind briefly wondered what it would be like to run your fingers through his wavy hair before you snapped out of it. “You know, I think this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me princess.”

“I could call you princess if you want, princess,” he smirked at you, but you shook your head quickly.

“Y/n is just fine,” you told him as Chick came running at the two of you.

“Did you see that?” She yelled, “that was awesome!” She stuck her board in the sand before launching herself at you. You laughed, catching her on your lap, listening patiently as she babbled on about how amazing that felt. JJ found himself watching you, thinking this was the most expression he had seen you show, with the exception of your high freak out which he tried not to think about in all honesty. Chick seemed to remember JJ was there, turning to him and thanking him profusely before inviting him to the Wreck with the two of you, “We’re going to get gumbo next, you should come with!”

You sputtered, sure that JJ had better things to do than hang out with you and your little sister, “Oh, I’m sure JJ has other pl-“ you started to tell her but he quickly cut you off.

“Nah, I’ve got no where to be, count me in.” He told Chick, smirking at you causing you to roll your eyes slightly.

“Alright alright,” you sighed before pushing Chick off of you, “dry off a bit first I don’t want you dripping all over my seats.”

JJ had no problem sliding into your backseat, sitting in the middle and leaning forward so that his upper body rested against the center console. You found his closeness a little distracting but you would never admit that, so instead you snapped at him and told him to “put on his seatbelt or you would slam on the breaks so hard he would go through the windshield”. He had grinned like he knew the real reason you wanted him to sit back, which only served to irritate you.

You couldn’t help but think what your parents would say if they knew a pogue was sitting in the back seat of the car they bought you. The more you thought about it, you realized you didn’t really care what they thought. JJ had been kind to Chick and you were just returning the favor. That’s it.

“So what is Chick short for?” JJ asks through a mouthful of french fries, several minutes later sitting across from you and your sister at the Wreck.

“Chicken nugget,” you answer gleefully, stealing a fry. You laugh at JJ’s wide eyes, practically seeing the thought bubble over his head as he considers the stupidity of kook names.

Chick laughs, throwing a fry at you, before responding to JJ, “No it’s not. It’s not short for anything, and it’s not actually my name”

“I came up with it,” you tell him proudly, “Our parents wanted me to be a part of the name decision and let’s just say I was a really creative four year old.”

JJ laughs loudly at that, tipping his chair back on the back two legs. You’re about to tell him off, when Kiara appears out of nowhere to shove his chair back into a regular position. She looks a little confused at seeing JJ hanging out with you and your sister, but she doesn’t look shocked. “I told you not to do that, JJ. It scuffs the floors,” she huffs impatiently at him, before turning to the other side of the table where you sat by chick.

Before she could say anything, you realized this was probably your best opportunity to try and mend the fence you had smashed through with Sarah. “Hey Kie, do you think we could talk?” You asked her timidly. For a second you were afraid she was going to tell you to fuck off, but her eyes flickered towards Chick and she must have thought swearing in front of a thirteen year old wasn’t a good look.

“What about Chick?” Was all she asked, causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at JJ. The corner of his mouth upturned a little as he shrugged and said he could handle your sister for a few minutes. She threw a French fry at him for that and shooed you and Kie off.

Kie didn’t bother taking off her apron, leading you out to the back alley before turning to you sharply, “You wanted to talk? So talk.”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I’ve acted this week and… how I acted before. I’m so sorry that I just followed Sarah instead of trying to stick up for you. It’s just she’s been my best friend since birth and I was scared to lose her, which is really stupid because I ended up losing her anyway-“

“It was really shitty of you,” Kie admitted, looking you in the eye, “I thought we were friends and you dropped me like I was last year’s Gucci or something.”

“I know, and you don’t know how badly I’ve regretted not sticking up for you. You were just like such a good person and such a good friend and I really did you wrong,” you think she’s starting to break a little, her eyes have softened and she’s almost got a smile on her face. “Seriously, Kie, I’m so so sorry –“

Kie cut off your rambling by throwing her arms around you, surprising you completely. “I really missed you.” She pulled back to look at you in the eyes, “but if you ever do me like that again I won’t be so forgiving next time.” You laugh and hug her back tightly, promising her you won’t hurt her again.

“About that stuff you said about your parents…” she awkwardly trails off, but you just shrug a shoulder at her as if to say ‘what are you gonna do’. “Just, I’m sorry and I hope you know you can always come to me if it gets bad like that again.”

“I will,” you promise, before linking arms with her and leading her back to the table where surprisingly JJ hasn’t done anything too stupid in Chick’s presence. The four of you split the French fries on the table, laughing the afternoon away and it all feels… so normal. The empty feeling in your chest is replaced with a feeling of warmth spreading through your bones.

You’re sitting around a fire with the pogues as a boneyard party rages on around you. Despite their initial misgivings about the Kook Princess, and your initial underlying resentment towards them for being good enough for Sarah when you weren’t, they’re nice to you. Welcoming, even. You wouldn’t call it friendship, despite hashing it out with Sarah and Kie, you’re not naïve enough to think a few conversations make you one of them. But the lack of the term princess being spoken aloud is a start.

As you tip your head back and empty the last few drops of your red solo cup, you see Sarah’s eyes flicker to you. She thinks she’s being subtle, but you’ve never known any Cameron, even one with pogue instincts, to be subtle. Sarah is more bull in the china shop than discrete. You know she hasn’t really been drinking tonight, nursing the same cup for over half an hour at this point. You feel a little bad that she’s not enjoying all that a boneyard party has to offer, but there’s another feeling in your chest that you can only describe as “the warm and fuzzies”. Knowing that Sarah is going to do anything she can to show you that she still cares about you is touching.

“I’m gonna go grab a refill, does anyone want?” You offer the group.

“Do you want anyone to go with you?” Sarah asks, she figures she can’t offer to go with you or you might notice her still full cup. You watch her not so subtly look in JJ’s direction, but he’s got his eyes cast out towards the sea, watching the waves crash onto the shore.

“I’ll be fine, Sarah. The keg is just right there,” you point with your now empty cup. “I’ll be right back.”

Carefully navigating the Boneyard is a little difficult in your current state of inebriation, but you reach the keg just fine without any major issues. The major issue shows up just when you’ve finished filling your cup from the keg and stop to take a long sip.

“Really, y/n? A pogue? A fucking pogue?” Rafe Cameron spits at you and glares, “You chose a dirty pogue over me?”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t choose anyone?”

“Oh really? Because I saw you y/n. I saw you with him.” He accuses.

“What are you talking about?” You repeat, your annoyance growing with every word that leaves his mouth.

“JJ fucking Maybank. I saw you having lunch with him and Chick.” He all but growls. Oh. That’s what he’s fucking mad about?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laugh humourlessly, “I bought him fucking French fries because Chick invited him to lunch after he taught her a few tricks on his surf board. Not that it matters, what I do or don’t do and who I do it with doesn’t fucking concern you!”

He pauses thoughtfully, obviously enjoying the thought that it wasn’t a date, but he can’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at JJ. The way he thought you would look at him. “I thought we had something.” He admits quietly.

“Had something?” You ask incredulously, “What the fuck Rafe, all we had was you giving me fucking cocaine and fucking me a couple of times.” You think you see a flash of guilt, but regular Rafe is back in a second.

“Right, when you let me fuck you the day after you let Topper have you, like the little slut you are.” He answers darkly. Your mouth opens in indignation. Rafe is the fucking worst. His moods are giving you whiplash, yesterday he’s telling you that he cares about you and today he’s calling you a slut? So, yeah fucking your way around Figure Eight – not your proudest moment, but you were fucking spiraling. And you know Rafe isn’t innocent, more hookups than he can probably remember. Fucking hypocrite.

You’re on him in a second, perfectly manicured nail pressed right against his chest as you yell back, “Fuck off Rafe, you have no right to say anything to me, you don’t own me!” You almost can’t control your anger, you’re practically vibrating with it.

“He can’t give you shit, you know that right?” He raises a lone eyebrow at you, taunting you with his smirk.

“I don’t want anything from you or anyone else, got it? Leave me the fuck alone.” You spin on your heel, but he grabs your wrist as you turn to go, and you audibly gasp and wince. He lets go of you immediately, before gently cradling your wrist in his large hand. His face turns red as he takes in the hand sized bruise forming around it, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. Rafe’s moods are giving you whiplash – angry to gentle and almost caring and back to angry again.

“Did he do this?” He asks you slowly, dangerously. You resist the urge to snap your wrist back, knowing it will only bring you more pain. You look up at him, confused, so he clarifies, “Did that fucking pogue put his hands on you?” You’re stunned, JJ would never put his hands on you, in anger or otherwise. He’s just being nice to you because he can relate to your struggles with your shitty parents.

“What? No Rafe, calm down JJ didn’t touch me.” You reply, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you.

“I’ll fucking kill him, I swear to God. He put his fucking hands on you?” He lets go of your wrist in order to pull the snapback off his head and run his other hand through his hair.

“JJ. Didn’t. Touch me.” You repeat, slowly and clearly as if you can push the words into his thick, dumb skull. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you keep going. “The only one who has ever put his hands on me in anger is you Rafe.” You wave your hand over your shoulders that he gripped so tightly they had bruised days ago. His face falls, and he reaches a hand out to you, but you shake your head. “Leave me and my friends alone.”

Maybe friends wasn’t the right word to use, but it rolled off the tongue a lot easier than ‘Sarah, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s friends including your old best friend and the guy he’s jealous of for no reason’. No reason because there’s absolutely nothing going on between you and JJ (although maybe you want it to) and even if there was, it doesn’t have anything to do with Rafe.

You’re holding your wrist to your chest subconsciously as you return to the pogues. Pope notices first, his high level of intelligence also lends itself toward being very observant. He elbows JJ hard, the blond turning his head to give his friend a look that practically screams ‘knock it off’. Pope does it again, before gesturing to you with his eyes.

“What happened?” Sarah asked before anyone else could.

“Nothing, I just had a little run in with your brother,” you murmur, shaking off the pain in your wrist as if to prove that you’re fine.

“What?” JJ asked, quickly standing up but you pushed him back down into a sitting position, wincing at the dull ache that resulted in your wrist.

“I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes, not really sure where this dynamic had come from, “he’s just… persistent.” JJ grumbles something about kicking Rafe’s ass, but you’re pretty sure that’s the default setting for JJ’s thoughts on Rafe.

“He’s a dick,” Pope stated matter of factly. You tapped your red solo cup to his in a cheers motion.

“You won’t hear me disagreeing.”

The rest of the night, you sit there with the pogues mind mulling over a million thoughts at once. Occasionally they try to bring you into the conversation, but you just briefly answer before settling back into your thoughts. You can’t stop thinking about the words your father called you or the feel of his hand striking your face. You also can’t stop thinking about Rafe and his moods and his possessiveness. After his confession, things make a little more sense but you still feel like you’ve got whiplash. Lastly, you think about JJ and how quickly he hopped up off the log to go defend your honour or protect you or whatever. Looking out at the dark horizon, you’re just really, really confused.

You don’t realize that JJ is thinking about you too, watching the way the flame of the fire danced across your face, contemplating the feelings he feels growing towards you.

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jedi-grandmaster · 4 years

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Ok, hear me out. A show based around an aging clone as a merc who is trying to find meaning in his life, and ends up just becoming a grumpy over protective dad for some random kid he found. Chaotic energy is a must.

I have a strong feeling this is going to be Rex with the Bad Batch. And, if the writers aren’t cowards, it will also be Cody because we all know cody already radiates enough chaotic energy for the both of them. But, if it’s not the chaotic command clones that would mean another clone survived order 66 and I’m all for that! Also, the idea of a clone collecting kids like a disgruntled Jedi is absolutely hilarious to me.

And, no one asked but here it is. I am all for them rewriting what happens to Kix. I think it would be great if they wrote Kix into a role like this instead of depressed pirate but here we are. Even better, Kix with this child and then they find Rex and can have a bit of happiness. Make the clones happy 2k20!

#star wars #the clone wars #ask #anon #anonymous #bad batch #clone medic kix #captain rex #order 66 #my own post

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 4 years

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10.16: a certain doom

spoilers (both general and caryl) under the cut:

the episode iiiiiissss not super worth the six month wait (like in general, not vis a vis caryl)

it’s marginally more exciting than the penultimate episode

marginally

i think the problem is they utilized time poorly, so the attack on hilltop was Amazing, but then they accidentally forgot to make the end of the war suspenseful or interesting lol

that being said, it had its moments, so let’s break it down, shall we?

first off, caryl have a brief scene in the beginning in the stairwell where daryl is telling carol that michonne left, and he’s like “everybody leaves and then i never see them again :( “ and carol is like “...i haven’t left” and daryl goes “-sure jan-” and leaves carol looking like a hurt puppy bc she thinks he still hasn’t forgiven her/never really will, more on that later

lydia and carol have a scene where lydia is like:

and carol was like “that’s cuz you should hate me and shouldn’t try and look to me for advice, go find your own way in life” and lydia says “k i’m not asking you to be my mom, i’m asking if we can be bros, but w/e, i’m sure this conversation isn’t foreshadowing to an event that will happen later”

more on that later

princess & crew broke their bikes so they were running late to the rendezvous, and eugene was about to give up, but zeke gave an empowering speech about Never Giving Up (which is kinda weird coming from a dude with cancer whose wife left him and whose son got murdered, but w/e, you get on with your optimistic self, zeke) and convinced him to carry on, more on that later

(here’s an exclusive sneak peek at the scene tho:)

there’s a two hour long scene of our main peeps walking through the giant horde covered in guts, which would be more interesting if they didn’t do that all the time

beatrice got eaten which would have been more of a bummer if i remembered who beatrice was

it did get lydia involved in the fight tho, so that’s something

side note: negan gave lydia alpha’s mask as if it was supposed to be symbolic or something, instead of incredibly traumatizing to this little girl whose abusive mother just got her head chopped off, like couldn’t she have just put guts on like the other people? ok, my dude, way to be a surrogate father figure ig

while carol is still stuck in the horde daryl asks where carol is, which has been the majority of his lines this season

they try to lead the horde away by blasting talking heads, which is a little on the nose but entertaining nonetheless, but then carol had to go and say “protect the horses,” which is a guarantee that the horses will get eaten, bc it’s twd, so whomp whomp, they lose their apparently only plan for leading the horde away

(how have they not learned better by now?)

(better question: how are there any horses left??)

daryl has an unintentionally funny line where he’s like, “k so this is a super shitty idea, and i am aware of that, but let’s just go fucking kill all of the whisperers”

lydia then volunteers to go throw herself off a cliff to get rid of the horde, and daryl brushes her off, more on that later

anyway they go and just. kill all the whisperers ig? including beta? whose death took like two seconds and involved a brief flashback montage and was incredibly anticlimactic for how fucking badass he was (negan draws him away, daryl stabs him the eyes, which was kinda cool, and then he goes and stands in the middle of the horde and smiles wistfully while he’s eaten alive, like a normal person would do)

up at headquarters gabriel is about to get murdered by whisperers, but then maggie and her masked friend somehow make it past the entire horde and up the stairs in time to save him

sure

cut to lydia leading the entire horde to the cliff, but then carol jumps in and tells her to go and that she’ll do it, and is about to go for a fun tumble, BUT THEN lydia pulls her away and they have a brief argument about it

their whole plotline this episode is very:

anyway

what follows is what’s meant to be a heartwarming scene between the two of them where they put aside all their baggage and hug each other and realize they’re stronger together than at odds, and objectively it’s a good scene, but i couldn’t stop laughing bc they kept showing the walkers falling off the cliff and it looked SO STUPID, it was hilarious

they just. literally kept just stepping off the cliff and falling like bricks askdfljs

and then lydia went and threw alpha’s mask off the cliff and that Did Not make it less funny

idk, i’m probably just a bad person, but it was super fucking funny, anyway

maggie reunited with judith, which was actually very sweet, esp when you remember that she delivered her (in the most traumatic way possible)

the caryl scene was nice. i had to watch it a couple times before i decided how nice, bc like everything else in the episode it felt kind of rushed, but essentially carol and lydia return, and daryl is standing in the exact position he was standing in “no sanctuary”, bc apparently that’s how he leans on trees, and carol approaches him super warily, and they both stare at each other, and carol asks him if he’s good, and he is visibly trying not to cry when he goes “yeah. it’s over. right?” and she says yes, and he asks her if she got what she wanted, and she says no, and he tells her she still has him, and she’s like “yeah?” while crying, bc, per earlier interaction, she was p sure she was never gonna get him back entirely, and he says yeah, and then they hug, and carol makes a little sob noise, and daryl buries his face in her shoulder and is teary, too, and then daryl brings up new mexico, and carol says “maybe someday” and daryl deffo looks disappointed but agrees, and then carol has her “we still have things to do, i’m clearly saying this as a set up for dramatic scenes that are about to follow” line

cue dramatic things following

connie is alive (we been knew), but is banged tf up, and runs into virgil. or more like collapses on the ground and virgil finds her and they stare blankly at each other until connie passes out

and then we jump back to princess & crew, who are sitting there bummed out bc stephanie isn’t there, and eugene is like, “bc of zeke’s wise words, i am Not Giving Up, we set out to find and recruit people (did they? i literally don’t remember) and so that’s what we’ll do!”

and it’s a Big Moment of Solidarity and Strength

for all of five seconds, bc they are then accosted by stormtroopers, who presumably work for commonwealth. whether or not commonwealth is building a death star is unclear at this time, but i suppose we’ll find out soon

cue end credits!

so overall: the episode occurred. it wasn’t like, devastatingly disappointing, in that the penultimate episode didn’t really set me up for any sort of big anticipation, and also i had spoilers ahead of time. i wish there had been more time for things like beta’s death to be played out properly, but i wonder also if they were limited on what they could do bc of pandemic shit and trying to get it edited as quickly as possible

as it stands, even tho the whisperers are my favorite twd villains, i’m glad they didn’t do what they did with the saviors and have it drag on for ten million years for no reason

the bottle episodes should be interesting, and prob will lead us into commonwealth, which, again, not sure on the status of the death star, but i’m excited to see what happens regardless

on the caryl front i’m about where i was before, which is fully anticipating canon coming, and my guess is the season will really heavily set up their departure, which means we will have many more scenes to come

the end

as usual, stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k20 (i still have three months left, i’m not giving up yet, zeke wouldn’t want me to),

-diz

#caryl #caryl spoilers #twd #twd s10 spoilers #dunlap tp

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the-fusionist · 4 years

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Jasonette July: First Meetings

A/N: Hello, I’m back at writing again! I suck at commitment, but I’m going to do my best to follow up with the stories for this event. Hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

HERE I GO:

If Marinette had to rate her time in Gotham so far on a scale of one to ten, it would probably be a 4 or 5. The reason she had moved to the United States was for college, having been accepted into Gotham University.

It was amazing to have a change in scenery after the defeat of Hawkmoth. Her and Adrien became good friends after realizing who the other was, and she knew that there wasn’t really a chance of a romantic relationship with Adrien now. He was with Kagami, and she really had no right to come between them. Besides, a long-distance relationship would be difficult to maintain.

Adrien had given up his miraculous after finding out who Hawkmoth was. He didn’t really want to have anything to do with the miraculouses after how much they had destroyed his family. Marinette couldn’t blame him for that, and she didn’t push Adrien on the subject. Now she had all the kwamis in her possession as Guardian. Last she saw Plagg and Tikki, they were talking with all the other kwamis in her apartment.

Now though, she was regretting her decision of leaving Tikki behind. She had been working on a project and was in desperate need of some red satin. She knew that it was past midnight, but the fabrics shop was just two blocks away. She could get there quickly and come back to her apartment in a short time, and it probably wasn’t likely that there were too many people out this late.

Oh, how wrong she was. Out of the corner of her eye, she could spot a shadow drifting across the sidewalk, keeping pace with her brisk steps. As she tightly clutched her shopping bag that contained her new purchases, she could faintly make out several pairs of heavy footsteps. She groaned internally, this was not her night. She blamed lack of sleep for her stupid decisions, deciding she should probably bring Tikki everywhere from now on.

At this point, she was almost one block away from her apartment. She definitely didn’t want them to know where she lived, and just two yards ahead of her was an alley. If she made the sharp turn into the alley, she would have the element of surprise and she would have a better chance of taking them down. Her time as Ladybug had given her plenty of fighting experience that wasn’t lost on her.

So, after walking a few more feet, Marinette turned sharply into the alley. She quickly spotted a convenient dumpster, and crouched behind it. Hastily, she shoved her shopping bag and purse under the dumpster. She only had to wait a few minutes, before two dark shapes entered the alley. Slowing her breathing, she listened as they trudged deeper into the alley, closer to where she was hiding.

A gruff voice could be heard, “Where did the bitch go?”

Before the other man could reply, Marinette jumped out and socked the man closest to her in the chin. He stumbled backwards for a second, before falling to the ground, knocked out.

The other man, who had been in a shocked state, moved his hand under his jacket. Marinette presumed that he was reaching for a gun, and acted fast. She whipped her leg up, and kicked the man's ribs. A sickening crack was heard, and the man gasped before falling backwards. He ended up on the dirty floor next to his friend, moaning in agony before passing out.

Marinette almost sighed in relief, before she heard a quiet thud behind her. It almost sounded like someone had come from the roof above, but that didn’t make sense. So, a panicked Marinette swung around to face her new attacker. Without even processing the appearance of the person, she smashed her fist into his face. Years of fighting akumas lead to pure muscle memory, and her urge to survive had taken over her completely at this point.

She felt her knuckles press against cool metal, surprising her momentarily. However, the idea of an attacker who was wearing protective gear spurred her into an onslaught of blows. She kicked and punched her new opponent as they staggered backwards, cursing colorfully.

“Holy shit, lady! I’m trying to help you!” came a strangled voice that was somewhat muffled from what appeared to be a red helmet.

Marinette paused, looking a bit more closely at her would-be attacker. She gasped in shock before letting out a word vomit of apologies in French and English. Before Marinette stood none other than the Red Hood, one of Gotham’s resident heroes. He was still holding his forearms up to his head, trying to protect himself in case she decided to continue hitting him. Slowly though, he lowered his arms and Marinette could fully look at the vigilante.

His brown jacket was wrinkled and smudged with dirt. His clothing overall was in disarray, and he looked awful. The worst part though, was an ample sized dent in his shiny, red helmet. Marinette felt overwhelming guilt. She couldn’t believe she just did that. Oh, hell, what did she just do? She continued to blurt out panicked apologies while hyperventilating before the vigilante in question spoke.

“Whoa, calm down. I’m okay, and you’re safe now. Deep breaths, you’re okay. I’m not dead, you’re okay.”

Marinette stopped blurting apologies and slowly felt herself calming down. Oh god, why did these things happen to her. She took deep breaths like he advised, and little by little she felt herself coming off the adrenaline high.

Once she was mostly calmed down, a cloud of discomfort fell over the two. It was currently 2:00 a.m., and Marinette and the Red Hood were standing in a damp alleyway next to two unconscious bodies. The awkwardness was so thick, Marinette was sure she could cut through it like a knife. So, she decided to break it.

“Umm…Thanks. I’m really sorry about attacking you, I really didn’t mean to. I totally wasn’t trying to kill you on purpose or anything so I’m so sorry. And I damaged your helmet, I can pay for it if you want?” Marinette nervously stated.

To her surprise, the Red Hood burst out into deep laughter that was slightly smothered by his helmet. Despite the situation, Marinette couldn’t help but smile a bit.

He finally replied, “No, you’re totally okay. I’m fine, and you don’t have to pay for the helmet or anything. I scared you too, and I probably should have probably said something before jumping down into the middle of an alley at night. But, damn, you punch good!”

Marinette let out a burst of laughter, though it was partially due to relief that the Gotham hero wasn’t totally pissed at her.

“Thanks, but please let me pay you back somehow. It’ll make me feel better about beating you up. Please?” she asked.

“No, trust me, it’s totally fine. Besides, you should probably get back to wherever you live. I’ll make sure the cops get these two goons, but it would probably be safer if you were back inside. I can walk you back to help you in case you get bothered again?” Jason had no intention of leaving her all alone at night. Even if she refused him, he would tail her by the roofs to make sure she got home safe.

Luckily, Marinette agreed, “Yes please, and thank you so much! I really am sorry though.”

Distractedly, Marinette grabbed her purse from under the dumpster while the Red Hood tied up the two men. Hurriedly, she walked with the hero in a comfortable silence all the way back to the entrance of her apartment building.

“Well, this is goodbye. Nice meeting you Warrior Lady, despite the shitty circumstances,” the red helmeted man said good humoredly.

Marinette laughed at the nickname before replying, “Goodbye to you too. And thank you for everything.”

“Your welcome. And it really was no problem, trust me. I better get going, but it was fun to meet you.”

So the Red Hood gave a quick nod to her before turning around. Right before he could disappear though, Marinette cried out.

“Wait!”

He abruptly turned around, before a small tin was shoved into his hands.

“Thank you!” Marinette smiled before stepping into her apartment building and leaving the vigilante standing alone in the dimly lit Gotham street.

Jason curiously looked down at the box in his hands. Cracking it open, he found several macarons sitting in a row. Underneath his helmet, a small smile crossed his face. He decided to make his way back to the two idiots the girl had knocked out. He needed to check if the cops had found them. Stilling smiling to himself, Jason mused over the events that had just transpired. It had definitely been an interesting night.

Marinette had come back into her apartment, dropping her purse onto the floor. After being fussed over by the kwamis when she told them what had happened, she crashed into bed. However, a thought occurred to Marinette, and she groaned. Her new red satin was still under that dumpster. Her whole trip had pretty much been pointless. Too tired to care anymore though, she fell asleep.

The next morning, when Marinette walked onto her balcony contemplating last night's events, she was surprised. Sitting on the table of her balcony, was Marinette's shopping bag with her forgotten red satin. Smiling to herself, she grabbed the bag and rushed back inside with a new bout of inspiration. Some outfits based on the Red Hood flashed into her mind, and she quickly got to work.

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imagine trying to save a ship full of humans from an evil space dorito so you yeet them into another dimension thinking they’ll be safe but the Worst Person In The World happens to be on board.

anyway protect the awoken from mara 2k20.

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Villian Attack

Here is an unfinished Platonic Jasonette scene for Villain Attack and I’m not sure if I should but Imma tag @jasonette-july-2k20 even though it’s not finished- Sorry!!

Here Red Hood secretly went to France to investigate some claims and decided to help with the situation in Paris and quickly found the identities of the superheros since he is not affected by the magic that protects them because of the Pit.

It had been two months since he’d come to France. He knew his family was probably starting to panic so he sent an encrypted message, just to mess with them, saying he was fine and helping some people with a problem. After the first few weeks he figured out their identities, only because it was so obvious and he didn’t seem to be affected by the magic, something to do with the effects of the pit. They let him stay in their warehouse after they realized it was far too suspicious since he was just generally a suspicious guy and it would be weird for a group of 16 and 17 year olds to constantly meet up with a suspicious 25 year old man, so they met up at the warehouse, or at Marinette’s house, her parents approved of the brotherly protectiveness Jason had over their daughter and saw that he was damaged and of course Marinette was healing his hurt. The group would often hang out in the kitchen and tell stories and watch anime movies and shows (mostly forced upon them by Adrien whom no one could say no to when he turned his big eyes on them, and no, he did not give them puppy eyes, he gave them Puss-in-Boots eyes. He was irresistible in this state of being). Jason had come to love the teens like his little siblings, they were a family and accepted him with open arms, he would kill for them and he would die for them. But of course some things have to come to an end.

They were training at the warehouse while Jason sat back reading an old novel when the akuma alarm went off. The team gathered around Marinette and transformed. Jason dressed himself in his new outfit and his now black mask to keep his Red Hood identity at least a little secret and joined the others. Marinette, now Ladybug, took a deep nervous breath and steeled her nerves.

“Ok team, this is it. We know Agreste is Hawkmoth and we finally have proof.” She lifts a box up in her hand and takes the lid off revealing small cameras to connect to their masks. “And now we’ll get concrete proof with video footage. I know we’ve been over this a hundred times but here’s a hundred and one. Viperion, Ryuko, Chat, and I will face the Akuma,” she says, passing the cameras out, “Hornet, Bunnixx, and Vixen, you will infiltrate the Agreste mansion and take down Hawkmoth from there. Mayura is most likely going to join this fight but I still want everyone to be on the lookout for her in case she isn’t. Nightmare, you are miscellaneous, I need you to be alert and ready to join either crew. If necessary you will face Mayura in hand to hand combat while her sentimonster is with us. Don’t underestimate her, she can beat an akuma without a Miraculous meaning she is even more powerful with one.” She makes eye contact with every single one of them and they nod their heads in agreement. Screams rip through the grim setting and Ladybug purses her lips. “Let’s head out. Good luck.” and with that the team ran out the warehouse and vaulted or flew away to their designated areas while Jason followed behind the Ladybug’s group and watched from a distance.

The akuma had powers like Scarecrow but could fly. They had black wings and were draped in a dark cloak that disappeared into smoke below their feet that were not visible. An unsettling aura radiated off of them and they could disappear in a wisp of smoke and reappear near people, grabbing their faces around their jaws. Behind the darkness of the hood two glowing lights where their eyes would glow a white blue light when they made eye contact with their victims. Those who were captured would grow rigid or limp, giving into their unseen fear, and many screamed in utter terror and would fall to the ground and pass out or hyperventilate or cry hysterically, or all three. People all rushed to get away from the akuma and into the akuma shelters. Jason noticed that even after some victims were captured they acted the same as before, as though their very fear was escaping from an akuma.

“I spotted Mayura,” Ryuko’s voice crackled over the comm, “I didn’t see her create her sentimonster but she is intently watching the crowd heading towards the Akuma Shelter.”

Jason watched the crowd and spotted a familiar patch of blonde hair and he grinned maliciously. He searched the rooftops and found Chat Noir at Ladybug’s side working to get the attention of the Akuma.

“Found the sentimonster and we have a small problem.”

“What is it?” Ladybug all but demanded, though not unkindly.

“The Sentimonster is Adrien Agreste and he’s following the crowd, likely to hold them hostage.”

“Ok, Nightmare, follow the sentimonster and don’t let him in the shelter,” Ladybug grunts and the team hears the swish of her yoyo before she continues. “Be stealthy and don’t let him see you, Mayura has a mental connection with her creations. We don’t know what powers he possesses or his orders. Ryuko,” more grunts and a ‘Chat! On your left!’ “Ryuko, stay on Mayura, stay hidden for now, if you see a chance to take the Amok do it, don’t hesitate.”

Thirty minutes later Jason had swept the boy up away from the entrance of an akuma shelter and tied him up with some enchanted rope.

“How did you know I was the sentimonster?” a woman’s voice spoke through the boy.

"Uh, first of all, that voice. second of all,” he points to himself, “superhero.” he stated as if that explained everything, but like, it did.

yeah sorry about that I wrote it for Jasonette July and I am very unlikely to finish it but decided I should post it anyways

#unfinished #sibling jasonette #maribat

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Jasonette July: Fabric and Weapons Don’t Mix

Day seven of being committal, it was a long and lonely day ngl. On a different note, I think I might write a Hydra!Peter Parker fic. lmk if ya wanna see it.

The Master: Master List

Jasonette July: Master List

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A simple party that’s all she wanted, to be fair she had been forced to go and to go to the after-party being hosted in Jagged’s honor by some billionaire childhood friend she couldn’t remember the name of. She was introduced as MDC during the event. She sighed as she watched everyone socialize. She had tried to keep up appearances for a while and got bored so she retreated to a quiet room, she looked around more and realized it was a library.

She saw comfortable looking are chairs and plopped down in one, letting it envelop her. She lets the silence take her senses over. She's about to drift off to sleep when someone clears their throat. There stood a tall man with a white tuft of hair, sticking out of his dark hair.

“This is a private library.”

“Sorry, it’s just been a long night.”

“I know what you mean, I don’t even want to be here,” he says, taking a seat in one of the other armchairs.

“At the party or sitting in this library with a stranger,” She smiles.

“The party, I wouldn’t mind getting to know a pretty princess like yourself,” he says, smirking.

“Nope your charm won’t work on me,” Marinette smirks. After a moment of silence, they fall into a comfortable conversation. It was getting late so she said. “Hey, Jason, I have to go find my aunt and uncle.”

“Wait, want to dance?”

“Ok, but after I must find them, my uncle can be pretty protective of me,” Marinette says, placing her hand on his stretched out hand. They walk back to the main ballroom and take to dancing together. As the song was ending, there was shots and shouts. The next thing she knew, she was pulled away from Jason with a knife at her throat. She starts crying in french to portray herself as an innocent, confused, weak foreigner. The man loosened his grip on her, big mistake. She elbowed him and pulled up a mound of fabric to reach for the knife on her thigh. “Freakin fabric.”

“Why do you have a knife?”

“I have a job to do,” She says, straddling the man with her knife at his throat. Jason took the knife from her and held the guy.

It wasn’t too much longer later that the situation was handled, Jagged and Penny dragged her away as soon as the cops were done questioning her. “Wait can’t I get my knife back?” Marinette asks, sitting down in the limo.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Jagged said, running his fingers through his hair.

“Aww…. I really liked that,” Marinette says, looking out the window. She perked up at her thought. “Who was the boy I was with?”

“Ohh… he’s Bruce’s son, the host’s son,” Penny said.

“Nevermind, he’ll probably not want to see me again, then,” Marinette sighed to herself. Little did she know the effect she had on him.

Jason, after everything had been sorted, laid down on his bed, twisting the knife in his hand, thinking about the princess, who had wielded it.

“Hey, Jay, I came to-- oh sheet I know that look,” Dick said.

“What look?”

“You’re smitten!”

“What no! I only met her once… but it was amazing, she was amazing,” Jason sighs.

“Tell me about her,” Dick says, sitting on the end of his bed.

“We talked for what felt like hours, she danced with the grace of a ballerina and handled a knife as well as anyone,” Jason sighs. “She was able to get away from the man holding a knife to her throat. She was beautiful.”

“Does she have a name?”

“I’m sure she does, but I didn’t ask because I thought I would have more time with her,” Jason said, putting his head in his hands.

“I’m sure Bruce might know who she is,” Dick says. “Do you know who she came with?”

“Her aunt and uncle, I don't know their names either,” Jason said.

“Ask Tim about her in the morning, she sounds perfect for you,” Dick says, winking as he leaves Jason to his thoughts of the mysterious girl.

She felt heartbroken honestly, she knew there would be no way that Jason, the son of the richest man in the world, would want her and even if he did, there would be no way Bruce would allow it. She was called from her bed by Aunt Penny, telling her that Jagged and her would be meeting a friend for lunch. She decided to put away her sorrows and work on Jagged’s next stage outfit. She sighed and started sewing.

He woke up that morning and went to talk to Tim. “Replacement, who was the girl I was with?”

“How should I know, pull it up on the tapes and I’ll see if I know,” Tim says, looking up from his work. Not even ten minutes later, Jason comes back with pictures, “Here,” he says, placing them in front of Tim.

Tim sighs, and picks them up and nearly chokes on his coffee. “That’s freakin MDC. Jagged Stone’s personal designer. How the heck did you manage that?”

“It doesn’t matter, I have to see her again,” Jason says, picking the picture back up, to stare at her beauty.

“Lucky for you, Bruce and I have a lunch meeting with Jagged and his wife,” Tim says, standing.

“Can I come along?”

“You can, I don’t know if she’ll be attending but you can try,” Tim shrugs, collecting his things. Jason, though he wouldn’t admit it, was jittery from excitement. When they arrived, Jagged and Penny had already been seated, sadly MDC wasn’t with them. After they had finished talking business, Jason was quick to jump in.

“MDC, she’s your niece right?”

“Yep, she’s my rockin little niece, why’d you need to know?” Jagged asks, stroking Fang. (Jason was impressed he had somehow managed to get him in the restaurant.)

“Well I want to return her knife,” Jason says, unwrapping the knife from the velvet cover he had found, showing it off to Jagged and Penny.

“Ah yeah, she was asking about it last night,” Jagged says. “She was really disappointed to leave without getting it back.”

“Can I give it back to her?”

“You could come back to the hotel with us, she’s working right now, but since it’s you and her knife, I bet she’ll be happy to hold off on finishing her work,” Penny said.

Marinette was deep in her work when she heard Penny and Jagged enter the penthouse. “Hey, how’d the meeting go?” When she heard no response she looked up from her work to see nonother than Jason kneeling in front of her holding out her missing knife.

“Jason? You know this is a private workspace,” Marinette smiles.

“You know, I just had to see the most amazing princess in the world again,” He smirks. “And I had to return her knife ‘for work’.”

“It really is for work, not only do I work as Jagged’s personal designer, I’m his and my aunt’s undercover bodyguard,” She says, taking the knife.

“And for returning your knife, can I have this princess’s name?”

“Marinette, and you could’ve just asked,” Marinette says, sliding off her seat to kneel in front of him so they were at semi the same height.

“How about a kiss then?”

“You with your charm,” Marinette giggles, placing a firm kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, Princess, I know I don’t know you well, but I’m smitten,” Jason says, sincerely.

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” She says, hugging him, her face snuggled in his shoulder.

Someone clears their throat, “I knew he would like to see you again,” Jagged said. “Just know, Fang will eat you if you hurt her.”

“I won’t hurt her,” Jason promises. “I’m going to treat her like the princess she is.”

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This has been the longest addition to Jasonette July, I hope you guys enjoy! This is my favorite one at the moment.

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