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i43shuji · 1 year

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— seventeen as types of students | ot13.

🎧 genre : headcanon, crack-ish

🎧 warning/s : none

— seungcheol [ the class president that's too nice ]

“please be quiet, the teacher is talking.”

୨୧ he's a softie with his classmates most of the time and will only be strict when necessary

୨୧ the teachers definitely love this guy

୨୧ he'd carry their stuff back to the faculty room with a smile

୨୧ literally so nice and polite to everyone

୨୧ but if any of his classmates get treated badly for the wrong reasons, he is the first one to defend them

୨୧ won't care if he's against the teacher or a senior, he will stand up for the mistreated

୨୧ maybe a little too nice because others take advantage of him

୨୧ he's also the type to offer you materials when he notices you didn't bring anything with you

୨୧ no pencil? he has a spare. no paper? he bought extra. no lunch? he orders a whole buffet. no place to live in? he gives you one of his penthouse apartments

୨୧ i'm just kidding, but you get what i mean

— jeonghan [ the intelligent mischief maker ]

“quiz? today? didn't you say it's on monday?”

୨୧ looks like he isn't paying attention but still gets perfect scores in his quizzes and exams. let me add that he's also the captain of a varsity team

୨୧ is 100% the student who stalls the teacher by asking more questions and whatnot to prevent any surprise tests

୨୧ everyone discreetly encourages him to continue stalling

୨୧ a professional at it because the teacher is already gossiping to the class when it's almost dismissal in two minutes

୨୧ c'mon you've seen the going seventeen episodes, this man can and will gaslight his teachers into thinking they don't have a quiz

୨୧ i also think he'd make minor pranks in class

୨୧ good luck being his seat mate because he'll slowly turn you into his partner-in-crime

୨୧ well, who doesn't want to be his partner-in-crime?

୨୧ he's calm when he needs to be, but that might mean he's plotting ways to bring havoc upon the entire class

୨୧ finds it amusing when his classmates are annoyed by his antics because what are they going to do? disrespect the one who stalls for them?

— joshua [ the hidden ace student ]

“you can copy my notes, i don't mind.”

୨୧ the one guy that doesn't stand out at first but when he does, it'll shock you to see how capable he is

୨୧ he's really talented and capable though remains modest about it

୨୧ bro could be a model for a high-end brand but downplays it TT

୨୧ everyone relies on him for the notes because he's the only diligent note taker in class

୨୧ the type you see in the corridor once and before you know it, you're trying to spot him in the crowd

୨୧ also very responsible and submits his homework days before the deadline

୨୧ he's an eligible hallway crush candidate

୨୧ no for real, he has the ability to turn heads and make others double take as soon as he walks past them

୨୧ joshua would also be part of the varsity team, be a student intern, join multiple extracurricular clubs, and even have a position in the student council

୨୧ the guy is living his student life to the fullest, i swear

— jun [ the unintentional class clown ]

“wait don't start the test yet, i don't have a pen!”

୨୧ you know those students that try so hard to make the class laugh? well, wen junhui here is twice as funny even when he isn't trying

୨୧ all he has to do is just smile like an idiot then suddenly everyone bursts into fits of laughter

୨୧ in addition to that, he doesn't have any school materials

୨୧ his motto is literally, “insist and keep going” so he insists on not buying school stuff and keeps going like the king he is

୨୧ that was a joke, ily jun. he (at most) has a bag filled with crumpled up tissues and food wrappers, i guess.

୨୧ mostly relies on his classmates and keeps an extra eye out for the pens that fall on the floor

୨୧ even the teacher got tired of him constantly asking for materials to the point that the class set up a 'jun supplies' corner

୨୧ he's undeniably the drama teacher's favorite

୨୧ daydreams a lot during boring classes while staring out the window. all fun and games till the teacher decides to call on him

୨୧ they'll be asking, "when, junhui?" and he gives the most genuinely confused look, "...yes?" (this was funnier in my head, please tell me you get it)

— hoshi [ the proactive teacher's pet ]

“yes, i understood the lesson!” (has no idea)

୨୧ wants to be the first to acknowledge whatever the teacher says even when he doesn't actually understand what they said

୨୧ though they appreciate his energy

୨୧ that one hyper PE-enthusiastic loud student

୨୧ shows off by running two laps around the track in no time and gets sulky when someone outranks him

୨୧ well, if only he had that booster

୨୧ some would think he's overbearing but you can't really get mad at him, hoshi is a pretty passionate guy in school

୨୧ he's brought the school to the top when it comes to dance competitions, having earned countless awards and medals

୨୧ in charge of the atmosphere in the classroom. too gloomy? he'll raise everyone's spirits up

୨୧ loves getting recognition from his peers and teachers

୨୧ look, he may not have gotten that booster, but he's everyone's motivational booster

— wonwoo [ the smart laid-back honoree ]

“if possible, can i join the debate next time?”

୨୧ he has a lot to say and contribute to class discussions

୨୧ just doesn't prefer to say it unless he really feels the need to

୨୧ going against this guy in debate? he's going to destroy you while maintaining the same level of articulateness

୨୧ top one in academics and all subjects, but is still humble

୨୧ never flaunts his intelligence to others

୨୧ you can always find him in the library, super invested in the book he's reading

୨୧ wonwoo looks like he isn't into gossip but this man eavesdrops as much as he reads, you'll only be surprised to know he's updated in the recent talks of the school

୨୧ once went to school with a heart cat keychain and everyone thought he had a girlfriend

୨୧ "i was supposed to give this to my friend but i liked it so i decided to keep it for myself."

୨୧ he's allowed to be selfish when it comes to cats, it's fine

— woozi [ the mysterious guitarist ]

“who's up for the next song?”

୨୧ quiet

୨୧ literally so quiet during class and only talks when asked to recite

୨୧ he can be seen scribbling something down on his notepad or strumming the distressed rips on his jeans to a beat

୨୧ if you observe him long enough, you'll notice his feet are silently tapping in different tempos

୨୧ when it's lunch break or dismissal, you finally see why

୨୧ woozi plays his guitar in the classroom or canteen using the rhythm to what he's been tapping to earlier

୨୧ serenades the bunch of students that currently flock around him with the music he composed himself

୨୧ during group projects is where he's slightly more talkative and joins in brainstorming, since his grades depend on his idiot group mates

୨୧ also low-key eavesdrops and is against any fake classmates

୨୧ maybe there's a certain classmate of his that is considered the 'gentleman' but woozi knows it's not entirely true (i wonder who that guy is)

— dk [ the star student ]

“my performance? oh, it's on friday!”

୨୧ a school celebrity, i tell you

୨୧ he's an active reciter in class, never ashamed to raise his hand if he knows the answer

୨୧ mostly known as the guy who smiles to everyone he crosses paths with

୨୧ his popularity is insane because he's friendly and has great humor

୨୧ it only increases when there's a singing competition and it's his turn to sing. everyone, including some people of the opposing class, cheers for him

୨୧ it's the dk effect but he also has a lovable goofball side to him

୨୧ he'd be the first to donate to the school charity and it isn't because he wants to show off, he's just really genuine

୨୧ whenever the teacher isn't around yet, he sings some melodies for his classmates

୨୧ he's pretty loud, right? when the whole class laughs, there'd be a significant guffaw overpowering the others and no one has to look to know it's him

୨୧ overall, really kind, outgoing, and funny

— mingyu [ the reliable yet clumsy one ]

“how is it my fault they can't see the whiteboard?”

୨୧ ah yes, he's the notorious tall kid who obstructs the sight of other students

୨୧ at first he doesn't realize it and apologizes, but he reaches a point where he does it on purpose to piss them off

୨୧ he's the most teased in class (and secretly likes it)

୨୧ but mingyu is also one of the reliable students and provides helpful information in the class group chat

୨୧ aside from that, guess the star player of the basketball team? kim mingyu, of course

୨୧ people dread him during art projects because he makes a huge mess everywhere

୨୧ the scattered pieces of art paper? mingyu's fault. the glue spill on the teacher's table? also his fault.

୨୧ his classmates have a #BlameMingyuForEverything agenda but in an affectionate love-hate relationship way

୨୧ though he makes it up to them by staying behind after dismissal to tidy up the classroom

୨୧ yes, he probably makes the biggest mess but he also holds himself accountable and fixes it

— the8 [ the artistic soul ]

“teacher, can i change seats? my current seat mate is loud.”

୨୧ given the people he's surrounded with, you can see why he meditates

୨୧ minghao is straightforward, very frank about his thoughts, and is not afraid to let someone know they're disturbing him

୨୧ he just wants to draw in peace but his seat mate insists on having a heart-to-heart talk about tigers

୨୧ one of those people you see that have the 'quiet yet hardworking' student life

୨୧ wants to stay low-key, but if the topic is interesting to him, he'd be glad to share this thoughts

୨୧ during group projects that require creativity, everyone knows that he always takes it seriously

୨୧ if it's individually graded, minghao never lacks in his contributions which inevitably leads to his group's perfect score

୨୧ is also known as the guy who has a frog crochet theme going on. his laptop bag and bucket hat being his favorite crocheted things

୨୧ he prefers sitting where there's a good view of a landscape and uses it as inspiration for his next work

୨୧ just literally anywhere hoshi isn't

— seungkwan [ the social butterfly ]

“did you hear? a guy from our class received a heart cat keychain.”

୨୧ yes, he's the first one to be updated about gossip

୨୧ people also love sharing topics with him because he's so easy to talk to

୨୧ belongs to multiple friend groups, loves socializing with others and even the teachers

୨୧ i also think he'd do tiktok dance challenges during break time, along with other students of course

୨୧ his friend trio with dk and hoshi is by far, the most popular trio in school

୨୧ when there's a school event, he is always the emcee

୨୧ seungkwan is no doubt a well-known student, but he gets shy when others compliment him

୨୧ someone could say that the way he delivers his speech is flawless and he would melt on the spot while muttering a little 'thank you'

୨୧ he's very vocal during open discussions in class, also making fairly good points in debates

୨୧ a lovely student, no one can bring themselves to hate him

— vernon [ the one who's just there ]

“it's chwe not chew.”

୨୧ totally see him as that one person whose surname gets misspelt and/or mispronounced

୨୧ he's in his own little world, doing whatever he wants

୨୧ i don't mean that in a mischievous way, he is a really well-behaved student

୨୧ some people criticize his clothing style but he does not care and believes his unorthodox fashion sense separates him from the crowd

୨୧ vernon has something with that silly beanie of his, however he's easily identifiable that way

୨୧ literally nicknamed 'beanie kid' in the class group chat

୨୧ most students underestimate his intellectual abilities and will be surprised to see him rank somewhere in the top ten honorees of the batch

୨୧ no effort in being low profile, just some complaints from his classmates because they can't focus due to his good looks

୨୧ he's also among the active students in class discussions. he has a lot of opinions to share while remaining open-minded with the thoughts of others

୨୧ has a small, but close friend group and he's more than happy about it

— dino [ the recipient of his classmates' antics ]

“for one minute, can we please have silence for one minute?”

୨୧ he is so done with everyone

୨୧ imagine this: dino is looking forward to the start of the school year and he already bought all the materials he needs, etc... when suddenly he finds out these are the people he needs to endure school with

୨୧ all his materials are low on supply because one of his classmates don't have anything and he gets transferred to sit beside the tiger enthusiast as a sacrifice everyone but him was willing to make

୨୧ suddenly he's looking forward to the end of school

୨୧ though, over time, he learns to deal with each and every one of them. they may be a spontaneous bunch, but he appreciates them

୨୧ he's model student material and excels in anything he does

୨୧ dino is the batch representative because no one else was eligible or available for this position

୨୧ and also because he'd do really well handling the responsibilities that come with it

୨୧ has dancing as his extracurricular club and eventually became part of the school's dance troupe

୨୧ in conclusion, he's an ace of many things — dealing with his classmates being one of them

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keikeu · 10 months

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company :: sim jaeyun

pairing :: nonidol! sim jaeyun x gn! reader

genre :: popular jake x nerdy reader, crushing

warnings :: reader has an unhealthy relationship with their parents, making out, something is implied in the end

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you sat on your desk, anxiously tapping your foot on the floor. the classroom was slowly starting to fill with the familiar faces of students. it was your last class of the day, but it was definitely important because you had to present a project. now, you weren't feeling apprehensive about that, on the contrary, you were very confident you were going to get a good grade as you always did, but you were worried about jake. he was not showing up.

you opened your phone, pressing his contact and sending a message. where are you?, the text read. you placed your phone down, the screen facing your desk, and ran a hand through your hair. some might wonder why someone like you, a quiet and nerdy person, was talking to someone like jake, one of the most popular boys in school. well, it was a long story, but to put it briefly, jake needed to get his grades up if he wanted to get to the university of his choice, and you just so happened to be chosen by the principal to help him.

at first, he was very reluctant to study. he'd skip the sessions you had set up and come up with stupid excuses as to why. you understood him, he'd probably rather stay with his cool friends than with someone like you. maybe he didn't want others to know you were tutoring him. you couldn't really tell how he felt about you in the beginning.

eventually though, he started showing up. you discovered that he was in fact very smart and a good learner, he just had friends that rather influenced him to do the opposite of what you were teaching. you managed to help him get better grades, you motivated him to study more and even take notes. he started to contribute more in lessons and teachers were starting to like him.

the day he talked to you in the middle of the hallway, you realized that he wasn't embarrassed of you or anything like that, it was just you being paranoid. he'd always tell you how thankful he was that he had you there to help him out with school, or how much he appreciated that you made time from your busy day to give him your notes and explain them. you didn't know why he assumed you were busy, you had nothing much to do and enjoyed teaching him. his presence was very nice after all.

you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't have a crush on him. heck, you had a crush on him even before he knew of your existence and you became his tutor. you were happy the principal chose you, it allowed you to make yourself seen to jake and show what type of person you were. your hopes of him sharing even the slightest of feelings for you weren't that high, but sometimes the way he stared at you or the compliments he gave you made you wonder.

you didn't have much time to focus on your feelings though, as the year was ending and you had to focus on your studies with jake even more. the last thing you had helped him with, was the project you had to present today. except, he wasn't showing up and time was running out. when your phone buzzed, you immediately opened it to see jake's icon on your screen.

i can't do it yn, i can't present the project, you let out a sigh as you walked out of the classroom and called him. you had no idea where he could have been, convincing him through the phone was the best you could do. he opened it, but stayed silent.

"jake where the hell are you?" you asked, a hint of anger in your tone. he wasn't the only one who had worked on the project after all. he let out a little sigh before answering.

"i'm sorry. i got cold feet. i don't think i'm gonna come to class." he said, he felt bad for doing this to you, he genuinely did, but he also didn't feel confident enough. a shocker really, jake getting cold feet? you never thought you'd hear something like that, considering the had the courage to do other crazy and daring things in life.

"are you serious, sim jaeyun? you worked so hard on the project for a whole week just to not present it in the end?" you raised your voice, hearing another sigh escape his lips on the other side of the phone did not make you happy.

"didn't expect you to use my government name, to be honest." he let out an awkward chuckle, making you roll your eyes at his comment, "i'm not in the mood for your jokes right now, jake. can you at least come to hand it in? i worked hard on that too, you know?" your desperate tone made him frown. it was true that you helped him with the research and some of the major points included.

he thought back how you had helped him in a lot of projects and exams. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, if he wasn't going to do this for himself, he was going to do this for you. it was a weird feeling of confidence combined with adrenaline that made him speak with his heart and not his head, "okay. i'm doing this for you."

you thanked him and closed the call. you sat back on your desk and jake soon entered the class and sat behind you. "thanks again." you said, greeting your teacher after she entered the class. jake gave you a little hum as a response, unable to say much as your teacher was already calling your name to present.

time flew by fast as you explained the points you had made in your presentation, interacting with the students that were paying attention. when you confidently sat down, the smile you held only grew bigger once she gave you your grade.

"excellent as always, yn. a+." you quickly thanked her and turned to jake.

"you got this!" you cheered in a mumbled, making him give you a small smile. he got up, it was still a shock to the class and the teacher that jake had decided to do the project this term, nevertheless they still listened to his presentation.

at first, he felt awkward. the words were starting to mix in his head and he felt like he was going to mess up at any second. then, he made eye contact with you. you held a small smile on your face. he remembered how he had practiced with you. he felt more at ease. he managed to finish it all without messing anything up.

"that was surprisingly good, jaeyun. a." she announced, pushing her glasses on her nose bridge before writing down his grade. jake could only stare at her in shock as he walked to his desk. he couldn't believe it, that was the first a he had gotten in a while. and you couldn't believe it either. you were proud of him and proud of your own hard work too.

after class had finished, he gave you a hug while telling you how grateful he was you had helped him. you wished that moment would last forever. it was so nice. his embrace felt warm and his words made you happy. you made sure to remember them for long, who knew what would happen today at home to ruin your mood.

when you opened the front door of your house, you heard your mom talking on the phone with people from her work and your dad frantically typing on his laptop. you put your bag down and took off your jacket. you didn't bother to tell your dad the news, he was too glued on the screen to even notice you had come home.

you walked over to the kitchen, you took the opportunity to talk to your mom since she had finished her call and was now going through papers, "mom, can i tell you something?" she gave you a small nod as a response.

"i got an a+ in my presentation today! and not only that, but you know the boy i've been tutoring recently? he got a good grade too! i felt so happy when he was presenting, it felt like my dedication and work paid off."

when you noticed your mom wasn't paying any attention you let out a sigh, "do you ever listen?" you asked, she continued to look through the stacks of paper as she answered, "i'm sorry honey, i'm just trying to find something."

"well you could have at least told me." you said, sadness lacing your voice as you walked upstairs to your room, slamming the door behind you and locking it. you knew nobody would come in, you only did that because it made you feel more comfortable to be vulnerable with your feelings. you changed out of your clothes into your pjs and lay on your bed with your eyes shut close, thinking about the brief interaction you had had with your mom that had left you sad and angry.

you always wondered why they never listened. why they never paid attention to you. you always tried your best. yet nothing seemed to impress them. you were an excellent student, a wonderful child, an example of someone perfect. you always tried your best, you always climbed high, and yet still, that wasn't enough to make them happy. you were getting tired. you were starting to give up. everything you had done so far was for them, and not for you. and yet you had never heard the three words of validation you had been badly craving ever since you were young. i'm proud of you, was all you wanted to hear.

you felt very lonely. you never thought that basking in your sadness would be so time-consuming. it was dark outside and it had started to rain. it seemed that the drops of water hitting your window were accompanying your busy thoughts. your phone buzzing made you jump a little. the bright screen glew on your face, and a small smile made its way on your face as you saw jake's icon. he was probably the only person who could make you happy right now.

what are you doing?, that was a random question for him to ask you, especially at this time of the day, you thought. you still answered though, feeling happy that he had messaged you.

nothing, you replied, and earned a follow-up text from him in a span of a few seconds, you want company?

before you could answer, you heard a knock on your window. your head shot up to see jake with a smile on his face. you rushed out of your bed to let him in.

"jake, you're in my house?" you asked confused. he let out a chuckle, looking around your room before responding, "yeah, i guess so."

"look i just wanted to thank you again, for your help. it felt nice to finally do go in school after a while." he proudly said, holding the same soft grin on his face. he looked absolutely beautiful. he was soaking wet because of the rain, his black hair perfectly rested on his forehead. his eyes sparkled, his cheeks were a light shade of red and his plump lips were a pretty pink. droplets of water decorated his delicate features. his wet shirt outlined his proportions. his hands were veiny and knuckles slightly red. the soft purple and red lights of your room made him look even more attractive than he already did.

you gulped. he looked too good. you could feel your cheeks heat up and your heart start to beat fast. "so you're here to study or..." you started and then trailed off, not being able to pull yourself together.

he lightly shook his head, "no."

the closer he walked the louder your heart was thumping against your chest and the more butterflies made their way to your stomach. you were frozen in your spot, his body was now inches away from yours. he cupped one of your cheeks, looking at your eyes, and then at your lips. he placed his plump lips on yours, and you felt sparks fly. small drops of water fell on your face from his hair. he deepened the kiss by gently moving your head. his lips felt warm and soft. you placed your hands on his neck and he rested his free one on your waist.

before you knew it, he had pushed you on the bed and was on top of you. your kiss was getting sloppier, you were both getting out of breath. it felt like jake didn't want to let go of your lips, he had gotten drunk on them. you gently pushed him back to give yourself a few seconds to process everything and catch your breath.

"was that another way of yours to say thank you?" you asked in a teasing manner, making him chuckle and connect his forehead with yours in the process.

"no. this is my way of saying i like you." he said before connecting your lips again. you knew the night was going to be long, but you were beyond happy he was keeping you company.

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a/n :: i like this one🙈🙈 if the pacing of everything feels a bit rushed i'm sorry i rlly like this though so (this is partially inspired by a scene from a movie so iykyk)

©keikeu

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hugsandchaos · 1 year

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Show “N” Tell

Uzi stared at the paper in intense thought. Notes covered most of the paper, notes about how she was going to improve her gun, how it turned out, what to do, what not to do, what to try, and more. She seriously wanted to work out the flaws that were plaguing her weapon, such as the recharge time. She couldn’t wait thirty minutes between shots if N’s teammates find her, she’d be dead within moments!

And while brainstorming solutions for that, she also needed to plan out the parts and steps needed to add the theoretical improvements. Not to mention how she was even going to get them!

Who knew making a sick as hell sci-fi gun was going to be so difficult?

“Alright, Uzi, do you have anything to show the class?” The teacher asked without looking up from his book. Uzi paused her intense scribbling on her notebook for her gun and briefly looked up with a confused expression. Then she remembered.

Stupid class, and stupid show and tell.

Uzi let out an exasperated sigh and turned when she heard a couple girls giggling in the “typical rude, spoiled high school bully” way, which was annoying in itself. One of them, Lizzy, raised her hand.

“Sir, I think she might’ve forgotten.” She suggested with a smug look aimed at Uzi, obviously trying to embarrass or irritate her. Lizzy dropped her hand just as another drone, who Uzi couldn’t remember her name, raised her own.”Or maybe she doesn’t have anything to show other than that creepy gun!” She laughed. The rest of the class, aside from Thad and the teacher (and U of course) laughed or snickered. Uzi glared at Lizzy.”Bite me!” She snapped, practically out of reflex at this point. She didn’t exactly say it in a sarcastic tone, but it was obviously not an actual suggestion. It only made her laugh more.

Thad sat up straight from his previous position, leaning back against his chair and using his desk as a footrest with the classic arms-folded-behind-head, and gave Lizzy a stern look.”At least she’s making something that’s actually cool! What do you make, 2000’s Barbie dolls?” He asked. The rest of the class either stopped laughing or laughed more, and those who stopped stared at Thad. They were the type of stares of disbelief that would normally make someone uncomfortable enough to back down and wish they could teleport out of the class to the safety of their bedrooms or something. But Thad kept his gaze on Lizzy, obviously not backing down.

Uzi almost smiled. It makes you feel seen and appreciated when someone stands up for you. She started to feel a bit guilty for not talking with him more and becoming friends with how nice he’s been.

“You make a good point, though. I hope it’s not her sick as hell railgun.” He started, glancing at Uzi with less anger. Her face almost faltered, but then Thad continued with a grin that held a sort of aggressive encouragement, which wasn’t very common from him.”Because I’d love to see what other neat, scary sci-fi stuff she’s made.” He finished.

Just then, there was an impact from inside the wall at the head of the class, startling everyone into looking towards the direction of the sound.

Uzi, again, nearly smiled, knowing exactly what it was. Or rather, who it was.

She cleared her throat and stood up to calmly walk up to the class while the rest were half watching, half trying to figure out what that thud was.”Actually, I did bring something that I think is even cooler than my gun.” She said. More thuds were heard from the wall, and as they grew closer, everyone turned their attention to the vent in the top left corner (facing away from the wall) near the large screen that covered the majority of the wall. Uzi turned to face the class as a pair of claws burst through the vent.

As Uzi looked at Lizzy’s petrified body peeking from the desk, she couldn’t help but think “Who’s smirking now?” despite not letting the smug grin onto her face.

The entire class screamed and froze in fear as a disassembly drone climbed down from the vents and slowly stood up with his tail swishing like an angry cat. His wings slowly unfolded as he gained the space for them and the canister of yellow nanite acid at the end of his tail dimly glowed almost intimidatingly, as if the stinger wasn’t unnerving by itself. The drone’s mouth was in a seemingly impossible wide grin, stretching from cheek to cheek and revealing sharp fangs. Everyone but Uzi stared in dread and horror.

Suddenly, the yellow X changed to a pair of yellow eyes and the claws were switched for normal hands. The wings were tucked in and the tail held a curved down-up-slight-down position. The drone smiled again, but this time it wasn’t as murderous looking as he waved at them.

“So, for this stupid show and tell, I decided to bring my best friend.” Uzi explained.

That got little to no reaction. N slowly stopped waving and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He nervously glanced between Uzi and her class. Even the teacher was inches away from either hiding under his desk completely or hightailing it out of there.

“As for the three things I like about him, I’d say he’s great to spar with, good at flying, and probably the drone I tolerate the most.” She stated, not really wanting to loose much of her “angsty teen” reputation. N was pulled out of what would’ve been a very upsetting train of thought if his best friend hadn’t interrupted it and blinked as she spoke. He did his best not to let his tail wag at the kind statements, and thankfully, he succeeded in controlling that. And his purring mechanism too.

The teacher, not taking his eyes off of N, forced a chuckle, which came out extremely nervous.”That’s- That’s great, Uzi! Um, hehe, anyone have any questions?” He asked the class without looking at them.

Lizzy slowly raised her hand and U pointed to her in acknowledgment.”Yeah, Lizzy?” She asked.

“How can you be friends?! He’s terrifying!” Lizzy exclaimed. N’s eyes promptly widened at the accusation, but was it really an accusation when it’s true? He is pretty scary sometimes, especially with that undeniable urge to hunt and kill that came up every now and then. Mostly when he was hungry.

Uzi glanced over at N, then back at Lizzy as she pointed at him.”This guy?” She asked in mock disbelief.”No, he’s not that scary.” She said dismissively.”Anyone else?”

Thad raised his hand.“I have one.” He said. He was definitely scared and nervous (though who wouldn’t be, seeing something built and designed to hunt you down and kill you), but compared to the rest of the class, he sounded pretty confident and brave. Uzi nodded and N emotionally braced himself.

“N, right? Mind if I see those wings?” The jock asked. The lack of words such as “killer” or “scary” made N’s face light up a bit. He briefly glanced at U as if saying “did you see that?!”, then back at Thad.

“Sure!” He replied. A few of the classmates grew a bit more confident like Thad, who was now making his way up to the front of the class.

From his point of view, this was like a death sentence. It should be a death sentence, but he trusted Uzi’s judgement. After all, she was set on destroying the disassembly drones and freeing Copper 9 from the company, and yet she trusted him enough to bring him into the class and not have her gun even with her. So maybe he was trustworthy.

That trust and confidence in Uzi judgement was giving Thad the push he needed.

“You can touch them a little. Just be careful, they’re pretty sharp.” N said. He unfolded his wings, careful not to knock anything over, and watched Thad move behind him for a close inspection.

Each “feather” was shiny and sleek- almost elegant, even with how sharp they also looked. Although maybe the sharpness added to how cool they were, kind of like how the blades on those old human “army knives” looked tempting to put his thumb on the outside edge of the blade.

Thad carefully touched the blades and was practically astounded. He was always for the classic “Safety First” rule, but here he was, touching a disassembly drone’s wings! His eyes widened and the inside of them were no longer visible, only the outlines, expressing his surprise.“Woah, you weren’t kidding. It feels a kind of like a kitchen knife, but... warm?? Why are you warm?” He asked.

“Cold weather, remember?” N replied. Uzi watched them, and for a moment, let herself smile.

After just a few seconds of lifting and moving N’s wings around like a child, Thad let go and started walking back to his seat. Now, he was definitely sure of his safety and could sit normally in his seat.“Um, why don’t you let someone else have a turn?” The teacher asked.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave.” N said. He jumped up and pulled himself into the vent he came in from to leave, but before he did, he stuck his hand out in a quick wave.”See ya, Uzi! It was nice to meet your class!” He said. Uzi waved back, even though she knew he wouldn’t see it, and went back to her seat to let the next person present.

Though let’s be honest, she was back in her head thinking up of ways to improve her gun in less than two minutes.

#au #murder drones thad #murder drones uzi #murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones fanfic #murder drones AU #show “n tell #show n tell

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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yay you‘re an aries, too 💕

ugh i‘ve gotta write my term paper and i‘m sooo annoyed because i really hate one of the the authors whose work i‘m analyzing (it‘s about 16th century art literature) but i gotta do it because i‘m only two assignments away from my masters thesis and i‘m sooo exhausted ;_;

okay sorry for the rant. i was just wondering if maybeee you‘d like to write a cute lil’ drabble or hc about joel supporting a reader that’s struggling with their assignment for uni? >_<

anyhow, love you & your writing. keep up the good work & take care of yourself 💕

Congratulations on your master’s thesis!! You’re going to do amazing things! I took this in a little more of preoutbreak!Joel hc so I hope you enjoy 💓

Joel as your study buddy headcanons

Pairing: preoutbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: the lovely Joel “fractions” Miller gif is by @loregifs also I am slowly working through requests!! Thank you for sending me so many fun ones! 🫶

Warnings: school stress, fluff!!

I don’t think Joel would’ve gone to college and if he did, I don’t think he would’ve finished it out because of Sarah but when he meets you while you’re in the midst of your grad courses, he’s in awe of your work ethic and determination

He likes to look over your shoulder when you're transcribing notes or reading for class

Definitely would stop by campus to have lunch with you if he had a job nearby

One time Sarah had an early release day on the same day Joel had a rural site forty five minutes away so you picked her up and had to take her to lecture with you

She loved every minute of it. She liked roaming the campus and listening to your professor, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was talking about, and asked you a million different questions about college

Will literally listen to you ramble about the newest thing you’re learning because he likes seeing you get so excited/engaged

When finals roll around, he’s not quite sure what he can do to help the blanket-covered, ink-stained, stressed heap of grad student in his living room but he’ll occasionally walk by and kiss your temple, saying praises into your skin

“You’re so smart.” “You can do this.” “D’you need anything?” “You’re gonna do great.” “I love you.”

He’d definitely be the type of guy who would cut up fruit and wordlessly leave it on the table in front of you with a glass of water

When you’re crying because of the stress, deadlines, readings, he’s always there to soothe your anxiety and offer you a break

Sometimes you two will sit and watch some mindless reality show or talk to Sarah about her day or go for a drive, pointing out the wildflowers on the side of the highway. He’ll do anything to get your mind to reset so you can come back to your studying

He’d help you run through your flashcards so you can study but not before trying to make a stripping game out of it

“Joel, I need to pass!” “That’s why it’s effective!”

When you eventually do pass all your finals, he takes you and Sarah out to dinner and tells the waiter about how smart his girlfriend is when the poor guy asks if you’re celebrating anything

Joel takes any opportunity to gush about you

When you graduate, he makes the BIGGEST DEAL

He’s the loudest person at graduation and showers you with flowers, kisses, and attention. You and Sarah just laugh at his theatrics but love him for it anyways

He would definitely splurge and buy you the nice frame for your diploma and you very quickly tell him he doesn’t have to because they’re so expensive but he just kisses you to shut you up

“I wanted to. ‘M proud of you and I want everyone to know,” he mumbles against you. “Besides, when you make me a trophy husband, it’ll balance out.”

#the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller x female reader #joel miller headcanon #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #tlou requests #preoutbreak! joel miller

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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Thoughts on JamiAzu? And headcanons?

We love them a lot!

If we didn’t have like 1478914 ships, we would’ve drawn and posted these two more often, their dynamic is super enjoyable. I love how desperately into Jamil Azul is and how Jamil wants absolutely nothing to do with him… It is fun, it has a lot of both comedic and smutty potential. They are also quite nice together visually: their colour schemes look pretty, the octopus motif and the snake motif are very cool when used together.

Just in case, I’ll note that it’s Azul/Jamil for us, with Azul always being a top. With that in mind, let’s proceed with the headcanons.

While Azul isn’t 100% delusional when he says that he and Jamil could’ve been an unstoppable power couple, he is like at least 85-90% delusional about his chances. He really believes that Jamil is playing hard to get, and that Jamil also thinks that Azul is a much better pair to him than Kalim. Thus, Azul is going to keep pursuing him and being very stubborn about it. The fact that Jamil really doesn’t want him only makes Azul desire him more.

Azul is very attentive to all the signals and hints Jamil sends his way, even though there are literally no signals other than “I am not interested, please leave me alone”. This signal is surprisingly difficult for Azul to read, mostly because he is in denial about it. If he’s lucky and persistent enough, at some point he’ll make even Jamil question whether he’s serious about not wanting to giving Azul a chance…wait, of course he is serious, wait-!

Azul’s personality is the main turn-off for Jamil. Jamil doesn’t even want to consider the possibility and entertain the idea, but if we’re being totally honest, if Azul wasn’t as much of an… Azul, Jamil would’ve given him a chance. He doesn’t think Azul is completely unattractive, let’s just say that. The fact that Azul is a quite proactive and responsible leader is also something that Jamil would’ve been very drawn to, if Azul wasn’t so freaking annoying.

Azul is absolutely infatuated with Jamil. He is super into him: his looks, his intelligence and his skills. He spends quite a lot of time staring at Jamil, and this is one of those things that leave him with his head in the clouds, which is very unusual for Azul.

In his regular Azul fashion, Azul rationalizes his feelings towards Jamil by thinking that them being together would be a great perk and that they are objectively perfect for each other. He seriously spends time thinking about how good they would’ve looked together, how great of a fit they are for each other, how he is so much better for Jamil than Kalim. Rationally, it makes zero sense, because Jamil being close to Kalim would also be a huge perk, but Azul is yet to find a rationalization to this intense jealousy he’s feeling. Poor Kalim isn’t even aware that they are fighting over Jamil or whatever…

Azul flirts with Jamil during classes pretty much every day. Sometimes it’s pretty subtle, like him saying “right, Jamil-san?” after answering a question, or him picking Jamil as his partner before he gets to say anything. He always smiles at Jamil, chuckles playfully and even winks from time to time. Sometimes he gets pretty shameless though and plays footsie with him (when they’re sitting close to each other, of course), touches Jamil’s fingers, gets uncomfortably close to his face. Even though Jamil always brushes him off, the tension between them is slowly building up.

They are the type of pair that would end up hooking up at least once, with Jamil feeling instant regret right after, not because he didn’t like it or anything, but because the consequences of all this are definitely going to be overwhelmingly horrible, with Azul getting even more clingy, pushy and annoying. Congratulations, Jamil, you’ve just allowed yourself to enjoy intimacy with someone, the only problem is that by doing so you’ve enabled the worst simp in the world to continue pestering you.

I can picture them having sexual encounters from time to time once they’ve crossed that line. Of course, they would frame it as something of a quid pro quo manner, nothing personal, but Jamil is very aware that this is a dangerous game to play with Azul, and that Azul could easily use this against him. Azul is just having fun though, at least for now…

When it comes to sex, Azul is a “give him a finger, and he’ll bite off your entire arm” type of guy, and Jamil knows it. He always swears that he will never allow Azul to do more than they’re used to, but for some reason Azul gets more and more greedy every time, and pushing back gets pretty much impossible. And Jamil hates that he doesn’t mind it as much as he should. Ideally, he shouldn’t be doing all of this with Azul at all…

Ironically, if Jamil was to take some initiative with Azul, Azul’s reaction would’ve been confusion and “Alright now, what do you want from me?”. Azul is 100% ready for it when it’s him who is flirting with Jamil, but not vice versa: even though he wants Jamil super badly, he doesn’t trust him at all.

#replies #headcanons #azujami

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ali-annals · 4 months

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I Knew You'd Come Back To Me

Cardigan AU Masterlist | Part 1 | Master Masterlist | drabble 1 | ao3

Jasonette, Chapter 2/2, ~6k?

I Knew You’d Come Back To Me

Two nights after defeating the Untitled, Jason showed up in front of Marinette’s door.

“Hi.” She poked her head through the doorway.

“Hey, Marinette. Can we talk?”

She considered his words momentarily, then opened the door wider in silent invitation. He followed her to her living room, where she curled up in the fluffy recliner and picked up her tea mug.

Jason sat nervously on her loveseat, noting her clear boundaries in the choice of seating.

“Would you believe me if I gave you a good reason for my odd actions?”

“I’ll decide ‘good reasons,'” she interjected. “Let’s hear them.”

“I’m Red Hood. I was on Bat and Hood business when I left all those times. I would have told you sooner, but I saw how hurt you were after you told me about Multimouse and I knew I couldn’t drag you into that again, so I just… kept quiet. I figured out you’re Onyx from the things you said and I saw how capable you are and… I had to… At least tell you why I did those things. I know I broke your trust and I am very sorry for that. I was trying not to hurt you, but in doing so I still hurt you in a way I promised myself I never would, and I am so sorry for that.”

Marinette sat in silence and Jason focused on his breathing so he wouldn’t panic while she considered his words.

“You’re the Red Hood…and you know I’m Onyx,” she finally said slowly.

Jason nodded.

“Why tell me now? We broke up. We could’ve avoided each other. Do you feel guilty that you figured my identity out, so you’re giving me equal footing?”

“Well, I do feel guilty, but mostly because I didn’t trust you enough to tell you sooner and let you make your own decisions about it. I did know you kept in contact with your hero friends, and I should’ve given you the choice of what to do with my information, at least. That is what I feel guilty about.”

Marinette put her mug down on the coaster and leaned forwards a teeny bit. “So was anything else a lie?”

“No, I never lied to you about anything except my night job, I promise, Pi- Marinette.”

“I need time to think about this, Jay. I’ll text you when I’m ready, okay?”

Jason nodded and left.

He wasn’t happy, but he was relieved that she had listened and was thinking it over. She’d also addressed him as Jay, not Jason, so that was a good sign. At least she didn’t seem to hate him completely.

He just hoped she knew how sorry he was, even if he never saw her again.

•○•○•○•

Marinette was back at school, but they avoided each other like the plague and barely saw even a glimpse of each other’s hoodie when they weren’t in the same classes.

Nine days later, Jason’s phone buzzed with the specific tone he had set for Marinette’s contact.

Pixie: Can we talk tonight?

Yes!

Me: Yours, mine, neutral ground?

Pixie: Mine is okay. Can you bring supper from your secret Chinese supplier?

Me: Absolutely. Usual order?

Pixie: Yes, please.

Pixie: Can you make it for 5:45?

Me: I’ll be there.

The three dots of typing ceased and Jason flung his phone onto his couch and commenced panicking.

What was he going to face?

What should he wear? Dress up nicely to show her he was making an effort, or his usual tee and sweats or jeans to keep it casual?

What was he gonna say? He should definitely keep apologising, but he didn’t want to sound like a broken record and seem like he was pressuring her into getting back together or forgiving him.

Oh, did his freezer have enough ice cream to last future-him’s depression if she said she hated him and would never talk to him again?

Finally, he slapped himself out of the spiral of anxiety and made himself think logically.

She wanted to talk, and she wanted him to bring them both dinner, so clearly she wasn’t going to yell and then kick him out. She didn’t completely hate him, because she wanted food, and she still trusted him to bring their dinner. Plus, it was one of “their” things to go on dates or study dates and then come back and have Chinese at hers and watch a movie or hang out; so she still wanted their tradition.

So far, she was giving positive signs.

Okay. He could work with that.

•○•○•○•

At 5:45 on the dot he knocked on her door and was let in.

His brain short-circuited momentarily as Marinette appeared in his her Wonder Woman tee and jeans, and then nervous anxiety set in as she took the bag of food with a slight smile and headed to the kitchen to set it out. He’d finally decided on toeing the line between formal and casual, wearing jeans and a green button-down instead of his usual tee and/or hoodie, but it appeared Marinette went for straight casual.

What if she felt underdressed? He didn’t want to make her feel even more uncomfortable (the tension in her body language was very obvious).

He finally got his feet to move and followed her to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as he went. It was a little breezy outside, but rather warm in her apartment. No wonder she hauled out the tees, even though it was only March.

•○•○•○•

Marinette impatiently yanked the door open for Jason, unsurprised by his punctuality and waiting nervously.

While she’d stress-baked and stress-cleaned she’d tried to nail down the wording she wanted, but kept getting distracted and more stressed. Now, she hastily combed her memories for her explanation while she had a moment alone since Jason was staying in the foyer, for some reason.

Oh dear, had she made him feel unwelcome?

Was this a sign of his reluctance to associate with her anymore? What if he wanted to stay broken up? He deserved someone who wouldn’t drag him down with their own traumas-

She heard him finally follow her and turned to smile welcomingly at him. He was focused on rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and oh, he knew what he was doing, maybe he did still want them to be together.

That was illegal, surely, or unethical at the very least, giving her health problems this early on in life.

Reminding herself to breathe, she got out two pairs of chopsticks (her own, not the small bamboo ones the restaurant provided) and tried to act unaffected by his blatant show of forearm.

“I thought we could talk in the living room and watch the sunset while we have supper,” she waved at the penthouse’s wide scenic view of Gotham’s Diamond District and the faint line of ocean blue on the horizon peeking through the skyscrapers.

•○•○•○•

“Sounds good.” He nervously flipped the knife in his pocket around his fingers.

Why was she still so tense? Maybe she was overthinking it too; that sounded like Marinette.

They settled by the window with their food, on opposite ends of the couch, and ate quietly for several minutes.

Finally, Marinette spoke up. “I have many conflicting feelings about everything, but I’ve simplified them and worked them out; the bottom line is, I forgive you. I know the struggle of wondering how much to say and worrying if those you care about will be in more danger if you tell them, so I know how hard that must have been.”

She sighed and chewed a piece of broccoli slowly. “It’s not easy being a hero.”

A spring roll later, she continued, “I won’t deny that I was hurt by your lack of trust, and I am still hurt, but I don’t hold it against you. I considered telling you that I was the Guardian, myself, but decided against it. I do appreciate you attempting not to hurt me, even if it didn’t work out.”

Marinette inhaled deeply and Jason almost fell off the couch in tense anticipation of her next utterance.

“If… You are still willing…I’d like to continue our relationship, but with mutual trust in each other this time.”

“You really want to? I know I really hurt you, Mari, I-”

“Yes, Jason. I’ve thought it over and weighed our relationship carefully, and I want to continue. No relationship is easy, and I must confess I was waiting for the other shoe to drop part of the time, even when I ignored the suspicion of your…activities. Now that we know where the other stands — we do know, right?” she looked at him suddenly, a little panicked.

“I think so, but we should go over them once you’re done talking, just to make sure,” he replied. “We know where each other stands now, so…?”

“…we can have a more trusting relationship and we’ll likely be a lot happier not hiding all the hero secrets?”

Jason smiled happily at her. “I’d like nothing better, Marinette.”

He was about to ask to clarify where each other stood when she burst out.

“Now that that’s settled, will you please stop calling me Marinette?”

“…uh… What else am I supposed to call you?”

“You always call me Pixie or Pix, except when you’re super serious, and I missed it,” She pouted.

“I thought you didn’t like that I called you tiny?” He grinned.

“…I liked your nickname, though,” she mumbled.

“Okay, Pixie. Now, where do we stand with each other?”

“We have no more secrets to hide, right?”

“I don’t think I’ve forgotten any…” he mused.

“Good. We know the other is a hero-slash-vigilante, we want to be together without any secrets, and if we need to go hero-ing, we’ll let the other know first. Did I miss anything?”

“I don’t think so. If we think of something, we can always bring it up at a later time.”

“That sounds fair,” she agreed. “Now that all the details are hashed out, can I have a hug? I missed you.”

Be still my heart.

“Of course, Pix, you don’t need to ask.” He held his arms out in invitation.

She moved their dishes to the coffee table and scooched over to snuggle beside him, his arm wrapped around her.

“Cozy, Pixie?”

She nodded. “Quite. I’m so glad we worked that out, I missed you so much. Even when I didn’t know you were a hero, I felt that you understood me better than most.”

“I’m sorry I never told you anything.”

She wiggled around to face him. “I forgive you, you can stop apologising now. We both kept secrets and that hurt us. We’ve learned from this, hopefully, and we’re planning on doing better in the future. We don’t need to keep rehashing an already finished subject…unless you think it’s necessary?”

“No, I just…you’re the best thing I have, right now, Pix, and I’m infinitely sorry that I hurt you. I guess I just need to forgive myself.”

“…If you’re sure that’s all, then. Try not to beat yourself up too much over it or I’ll be sad, okay?”

“Whatever my Pixie commands,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

•○•○•○•

"Hey, Jay.”

Jason opened his eyes and looked at Marinette, curled up and leaning on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s a sensitive subject, but how’s it going with your family?”

He sighed. “Not great. When we broke up I was really mad at B because I was always leaving you to help him and kinda blamed him for our breakup. I didn’t tell him about you, because then he would’ve gotten all nosy and you don’t deserve that, but I yelled at him for a lot of stuff. I probably set our progress back a few months.”

“I thought you were doing Bat or Hood business when you ran off?”

“…Wait, did I not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Uh, Batman is my dad…and the rest are my siblings.”

Marinette was quiet for a worryingly long time. “I should have put that together,” she said at last.

“Yeah, it’s a…thing. It’s not really broadcast, because Hood is still on iffy terms with the Bats and it would be suspicious if Red Hood suddenly reconciled with them at the same time Jason Todd’s death was repealed. There are enough scarily accurate theories about the Waynes being the Bats, we don’t need to give them more information to prove their hunch.”

“The Waynes — the Waynes are the Bats?!” Marinette yelped, sitting upright and muttering in French under her breath.

“I didn’t tell you that either? I’m sorry, I thought you knew and were just being polite and ignoring the elephant in the room.”

“I ignore the news, especially about celebrities. It’s usually gossip or dramatically inflated rumours, so I never take it as a reliable source on any of them if I do see 'reports’.”

“I wish everyone had your maturity,” he half-joked. “Yeah, the Waynes are the vigilante protectors of Gotham — the Batfamily, as they are called by some — confirmed. More with Red Hood at 9. I’m Vicki Vale, Gotham Gazette,” he mocked. “You got the first-hand report.”

“That makes a lot of sense actually…” Marinette mused. “So that’s why you were so popular in the beginning of the school year?”

“Yep. It always pays to be in the Waynes’ favour, or at least not their disfavour. It’s actually part of what made me notice you, how you ignored me and challenged me instead of trying to grovel or be friends. That and how quiet you were with everyone else. You were new, too, but you seemed happy that you weren’t getting as much attention as me.”

“I just wanted a drama-free final year,” she mourned. “No boyfriend, no hero-ing, just school…look at me — a boyfriend, a breakup, defeating the Untitled after my Miraculous, being the translator for the Parisian class — what happened to my quiet year?”

“I’m sorry, Pix.”

“It’s fine. I got one fewer enemy after me and I got a wonderful boyfriend out of it! It’s not a bad trade-off, in my opinion.”

○○○○○○○

A Friend to All is a Friend to None A couple months later

“The Parisian class arrives today.” Marinette nervously picked at the hem of her skirt.

“It’ll be fine, Pix, I promise. I’ll be right here beside you all day. This is your turf and you’re fighting for it, remember? And you have a Wayne backing you, so the school will definitely not hold back if anyone tries anything.”

“Thanks, mon chére, you’re right; though I hope we won’t need to use your father’s name.”

“Don’t worry about me, Pix. And you know what I think? You’ve told me so much about how selectively dumb they are, that they probably won’t recognize you with your new style and last name.”

“You have a point. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice me even if I only grew my hair out,” she rolled her eyes and pulled him into the school. “Let’s get it over with.”

No one batted an eye at her blatant manhandling (emphasis on the man), since the past few weeks they’d acted much closer than before, likely from meeting to practise their French and go over the details of their volunteering. (Mrs. Perez’s Marison-shipping-heart was well-fed lately, and she took credit for forcing them to work together in the first place months ago.)

“Channel your inner Ladybug and your outer Marinette Stone confidence, Pix. You got this!” Jason whispered as they walked over to Mr. Patel, who was preparing for the welcoming speech and reiterating the rules for the host and visiting classes.

Thankfully, the speech was fairly short and their introductions brief.

Principal Luther introduced Jason and Marinette as the class’s hosts and translators, ‘Mr. Todd’ and 'Ms. Stone’.

Then everyone was dismissed and Marinette and Jason decided how to divide the class.

Once everyone was seated and introduced to their temporary classmates, Marinette quickly ran through the introductory notes she’d prepared.

“Good morning, I am one of your temporary translators, Marinette Stone. My partner, Jason, and I have already completed the content you will be learning, so we can help explain as needed. If you need help, just raise your hand and we’ll translate as you need. Please respect the fact that there are only two of us, so it may take a minute to reach you. Your teacher, Ms. Lee, also speaks some French, so she may be able to help as well. I hope you enjoy your time here.”

From the back of the room, Jason gave her a sneaky thumbs-up, telling her that his recording of her was complete. If her ex-classmates recognized her and tried something, he’d have video proof of everything.

She smirked back and headed to her seat beside him, which had a lovely vantage point of the whole classroom.

"So, you have Juleka, Chloe, Rose, Ivan, Mylene, Marc, and Alix?”

“Yep. I’m good with that, as long as you have Lila, Alya, Adrien, Kim, and Sabrina,” Marinette responded. “They’ll be the ones asking for the most help.”

“Chloe and Juleka know who you are, right?” Jason whispered.

"Yeah. No one knows C and I made up because I left fairly soon after, and Jules and I made up when Uncle Jagged talked to her. They’ll be fine.”

•○•○•○•

For the next two weeks, the exchange program went fairly smoothly - Ms. Lee wouldn’t buy Lila & Co™’s excuses/lies, Lila couldn’t flirt with Jason too much because he loudly announced that he had a girlfriend and she was making him uncomfortable, and the class didn’t visibly recognize Marinette with her new style and name change.

On the final day of the exchange, Jason and Marinette rode in on his motorcycle (that no one was allowed to touch).

The curious GA students were buzzing over the latest gossip — was this year’s most popular ship actually coming true?!

Money was to be made on this, after all, many students had secret betting pools on what stage the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arc was exactly at.

One of Marinette’s kind-of friends bravely walked up was pushed forward by everyone else in the betting pool she was part of to ask about their relationship status.

Jason and Marinette laughed in their faces and said they’d been dating for months.

The news spread quickly among the gossip mills but was quickly silenced when over the intercom, their names were called and their presence requested at the front office.

The couple shrugged at each other and walked leisurely hand-in-hand to the office.

•○•○•○•

Caline Bustier, Lila Rossi, and Principal Luther were waiting.

Marinette sighed. “What?” she asked sharply.

“Mlle. Rossi here says you are a missing person from Paris and a con artist. You dated her boyfriend, M. Agreste, until his father’s company went broke, and then came here to trick the Waynes, she claims. She also says you were unprofessional and ignored her all the time when she requested help in class.” Thankfully, Principal Luther looked sceptical of Lila’s charges.

“Right. Well, Mlle. Rossi here also claims to have saved Uncle Jagged kitten from being run over by an aeroplane, and that she has tinnitus from that event, and later became Uncle Jagged’s muse,” Marinette stated flatly.

Principal Luther looked like she was repressing a smile. “I see. But how is this pertinent to the allegations against you?”

“It’s proof that she claims ridiculous things. You can call Uncle Jagged if — actually, his daughter, Juleka, is in Lila’s class. You can confirm with her about Lila’s stories, and prove that she is lying about them. I did date Adrien Agreste, but I broke up with him because he was cheating on me with Lila. It was just after we split that Gabriel went under, but that was because of his acts of terrorism. And I actually didn’t know Jason was a Wayne until a few weeks ago when he told me. He goes by Jason Todd, and I don’t pay attention to celebrity news, so I had no way of knowing he was a Wayne.

“Also, I came here because it’s Uncle Jagged’s hometown and he helped me escape Paris, which wasn’t helping with my PTSD - which is also partly caused by Mlle. Rossi bullying me. I did not ignore her in class, Jason and I already agreed on how to divide our translating responsibilities. I did not purposely not help her. If you want proof, Jason and I have texts detailing our dividing.”

Principal Luther scrutinised Marinette and Lila, then turned to Jason. “Mr. Todd, any comments?”

“Marinette isn’t a gold-digger. She didn’t know I was a Wayne ‘til I told her, and my family ran a background check on her — she’s clean. And Marinette isn’t a missing person or a runaway — her godfather Jagged had her parent’s blessing to help her move to Gotham, and her parents are working on closing their bakery and moving here to be with her. Her friends, Chloé Bourgeois, and Juleka and Luka Couffaine, knew she was here. Also, no missing person report was filed for her. I’ve been with Marinette for several months now, and I’m sure that she isn’t faking the repercussions of her PTSD and Li- Mlle. Rossi’s bullying.”

“Juleka Couffaine to head office, please.”

Juleka arrived a minute later and confirmed Marinette’s story. She also called Jagged and he immediately jumped to Marinette and Juleka’s defence.

“Thank you, Mlle. Couffaine. Please return to class. Miss Stone and Mr. Todd, I think it’s alright if I give you a pass. You can have the day off. Before you go, could I have a word with Miss Stone in my office?”

Marinette followed Principal Luther into her tiny, cramped office behind the larger antechamber where she’d been pleading her case.

“I’m sorry for the way they treated you, Miss Stone. If you knew it was your class, though, why didn’t you turn down the volunteer role? I assure you we wouldn’t have held it against you.”

“Um… I guess I was just used to my old school in Paris, and how they supported Lila, so it didn’t really occur to me. And I thought I’d like to see my friends, at least. Jason dealt with the ones who were the meanest to me or needed the most help, so I didn’t have to interact with them that much…..Plus, I was kind of planning my revenge. I wanted to get records of them to turn in to the proper authorities so they could be punished.”

Principal Luther sighed. “Marinette… alright. Is your mental health okay? Will you need another couple of days off?”

“No, I should be okay. Thank you, though. Jason has really helped me with my mental health, and I’m seeing a therapist.”

“Okay… Don’t worry about translating at the goodbye party tonight. I’ll find someone else to do it. Thank you for your help these past two weeks.”

“You’re welcome! Have a good day. I don’t envy you dealing with the class,” she sympathised.

She left the small office, completely ignoring Lila and Mme. Bustier’s mean faces, striding quickly to the door, where Jason awaited.

“Hey, Pix. Are you good?”

“Yeah, she wanted to thank us for our work and apologise for making me translate. We don’t have to translate tonight either.”

“Sweet! What do you want to do, then?”

“Go home and watch a movie?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Jason took her hand and they escaped to his bike.

○○○○○○○

Giving me Your Weekends

The next morning Jason got Marinette to visit the Manor for Saturday brunch. They pulled up at ten to eight, and Jason warned Marinette once again of the craziness and suspicion that was sure to barrage her.

“Jay, I’ll be fine. I’ll take their suspicion as a sign that they care for you, because they want to make sure I’m not going to hurt you.”

He smiled at her. “You’re so optimistic. But you’re right, that’s a good way to look at it. Thanks, Pix.”

He kissed her head and led her into the chaos.

Damian was chasing Tim downstairs with his katana. Dick was on the chandelier shouting for both of them to slow down with sharp objects and Steph was stealing a waffle from the stack Alfred had made, choking on its texture. Babs, Bruce, Cass, and Alfred were nowhere to be seen.

The chandelier spun as Dick wiggled on it and he caught sight of the newcomers. The shouting and chaos ceased immediately.

“Jay! You’re here for breakfast!” Dick flipped off the chandelier. “And you brought a guest, welcome,” he smiled charmingly at Marinette, but she could see the cloud of questions in his eyes.

Alfred materialised and gave Damian the 'put-your-katana-away’ stare.

“Master Jason, you came for brunch today? I’m so glad to see you, my boy. And who is this?” he smiled warmly at Marinette, who thrust a plate of homemade waffles at him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alfred! I’m Marinette. I made some waffles for breakfast, and couldn’t just show up empty-handed. Hope that’s okay!” her voice was higher-pitched in her anxiousness to have Alfred like her, but he just took the plate and handed it to Tim with a stern glance.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Marinette. Brunch is almost ready, and these look lovely. I’m afraid mine will never turn out as good, although I tried a new recipe today…” he saw Steph’s frozen face of revolt and sighed.

“Ah. This didn’t work either. I’m sure Stephanie would love to be your critic. Please sit down, everyone will be here momentarily.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at everyone, suddenly nervous, and Jason put his arm supportingly around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Ignore them, Pix, they’ll warm up to you soon enough.”

The present Batfamily members sat down at the table somewhat robotically, sizing Marinette (and Jason) up.

“So, you’re Marinette? I’m Dick Grayson, Jason’s older brother. I assume you’re his girlfriend?”

She smiled, “You are correct.”

“So… how’d you meet Jay?”

“Um, at school. A teacher paired us up on a project, and we got to know each other and liked what we saw.”

Bruce and Babs came in, discussing a new update to their filing system, and paused when they saw the visitors.

Jason stood up. “Cass, I know you’re here somewhere, so since we’re all here I’m only going to say this once: This is Marinette, my girlfriend. I expect nothing, but I hope you’ll be polite since she’s the reason we’re even here in the first place.”

The family eyed Marinette after Jason’s declaration until Steph broke the silence.

“These waffles are so good, Marinette! You said you made them yourself?”

“I did, Jason told me you all liked waffles. He helped, of course.”

“They’re amazing. Do you bake a lot?”

“I stress bake, and I grew up in a bakery, so I know how to make a lot of baked goods.”

“Welcome, Marinette. I’m Jason’s father, Bruce. It’s nice to meet you,” Bruce smiled at her but she could see him calculating. “Do I detect a French accent?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, monsieur. And yes, you do. I’m from Paris. I moved here last summer for my final school year.”

Switching the focus from her, she casually asked as she took a sausage from the plate Cass handed her, “Jay hasn’t told me much about his family, beyond you being loud and crazy, so I’m looking forward to getting to know you all. What sort of hobbies do you have?”

Dick cleared his throat. “I’m an acrobat, and I teach gymnastics and aerial skills at a gym in Bludhaven some days. I also like solving puzzles, like most of the rest of us. Timmy is pretty good at computer games and stuff like that,” he nudged his brother jovially.

“Oh, do you know UMSIII?” Marinette leaned forwards eagerly to face Tim.

“Jay refuses to play with me anymore.”

“You don’t even leave me a chance, Pix,” he grumbled under his breath and she smiled sweetly at him.

“I’ve heard of it,” Tim acknowledged. “I take it you play? We mostly have MarioKart marathons in this house.”

“Oh, nice!” Marinette turned to Alfred. “Your French Toast is delicious, Monsieur Alfred.”

“Thank you, Miss Marinette. Perhaps we could exchange some recipes later?”

“I’d love to!” she grinned at him and looked at Damian, who was clearly eyeing her for nefarious intentions. “And I don’t believe we’ve been introduced yet, I’m Marinette.”

“Damian,” he grunted, sounding like a mini-Bruce. “Do you like animals?”

“I do! Unfortunately, I never got a pet because I lived above a bakery, so for health and hygiene reasons it wasn’t feasible, but I love playing with them when I can.”

“I will introduce you to Titus, Alfred the Cat, and Batcow after brunch if you desire,” he said stiffly.

“I’d love to meet your pets, thank you for offering!”

“So you attend GA with Jason?” Babs asked, finally speaking up now that most of the Bats had their mouths full of food.

“Yes. We were both the only new transfer students this year, so we had some camaraderie. We have most of the same classes together, which is nice.”

The inquisition calmed after that and normal conversation flowed, but all in all, it was the most subdued family meal the Wayne table had seen in a while.

After breakfast, Alfred requested Jason’s help with the dishes, presumably to interrogate him, and Damian kidnapped Marinette to meet his pets.

Titus absolutely loved her and became her new best friend. Damian was surprised at his Great Dane’s reaction since Titus was normally wary of strangers until he okayed them.

Even Alfred the Cat warmed up to her quickly, possibly smelling the Camembert on her from when she’d fed Plagg before coming for brunch.

“What are your intentions with my brother?” Damian inquired as he led Marinette to Batcow’s stable out back.

She smiled slightly at his protectiveness and replied, “I have no intentions with him beyond making him happy. I hope that means we stay together for a very long time, maybe eventually marry, but if we agree that he’s better off without me…then I’ll go. I don’t think that will happen, though.“

“I approve of your commitment. Father also wants to talk with you, I believe. Once Batcow has sufficient pets, I shall escort you to Father’s office.”

“Thank you, Damian. Oh, hello, Batcow! Aren’t you gorgeous, petit vache,” she cooed.

•○•○•○•

Damian showed Marinette the way to Bruce’s office, and she stepped inside when he bid her enter.

“I must admit I was quite surprised when Jason showed up for family brunch this morning, and even brought a guest,” Bruce started as soon as she sat in the comfy leather chair before his desk.

“Jason hasn’t been…very active with our family, lately. I believe I have you to thank for encouraging his visit?”

“Yes, M. Wayne. He hasn’t spoken to me about much of you – I didn’t even know his family were the Waynes until a couple months ago–but I did want to meet all of you, since you are all important to him.”

“Thank you for the encouragement, Mlle. Stone. I had wondered if I had driven him away for good, after the last fight we had. Looking back on it now, I think it was because of you that he was so angry with me. He certainly acted more strangely than normal, like he was protecting someone or something, with all his warnings not to spy on him.”

“He told me he was quite angry with you for constantly calling him away on our dates, and he worried he’d set your progress back months. I do hope that’s not the case.”

Bruce noticed a cold edge to Marinette’s previously polite, warm tone.

“Of course not, I was merely confused at his sudden anger. I didn’t know he was dating anyone. I can give you my word that it certainly wasn’t a targeted attack against him or your relationship.”

“Good. I think we should all get on well, then. Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?”

“…No. Thank you for your time, and for coming for brunch with Jason. I’m quite pleased to have met you.”

“You as well, M. Wayne.”

Marinette left the office and walked into an eavesdropping Jason.

“Hey, Jay. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just waiting for you. The others want to interrogate you now, but we don’t have to meet them if you don’t want to…” he nodded at Bruce’s now-closed office door.

"I’m fine, Bruce just wanted to thank me for coming and bringing you. I’ll go be questioned by the rest of your siblings now.”

“Yeah, they’re all hanging out in the family sitting room,” he took her hand and they walked side-by-side, following the increasingly louder noises of all his siblings in one room.

“Dami didn’t scare you away?” asked Dick as soon as they entered the room.

Marinette shook her head. “He was quite polite, and I really enjoyed my time with him. So, what do you guys do for fun around here? All Jay has said is that it’s loud and chaotic and you take things to extremes.”

“Regular games are too boring, so we spice them up with house rules or dares, stuff like that,” said Tim, slurping something out of a 42-oz mug.

Steph grinned sharply. “How about some icebreakers? Truth or Dare, perhaps?”

“I’m in,” Marinette said immediately, to Jason’s horror but not his surprise.

She plopped on the couch between Babs and Cass and motioned for Jason to join, which he did reluctantly.

Babs was usually the mediator/emcee/referee, so she explained Bat-Truth or Dare quickly and the game began.

They had cards specially made that said ‘truth’ or ‘dare’ on them, which removed any bias for one choice over the other. The second deck of cards, which were blank and only coloured in to match the ‘truth’ and ‘dare’ cards, were dealt as in Uno, though only 5 cards were dispersed, not seven; a separate, communal stack of the ‘truth’ and ‘dare’ cards was shuffled by Babs and placed in the middle of the table.

The first person to play a card of corresponding colour then won the right to give a dare or ask a question to the original card player.

Jason began and played a green ‘truth’ card.

Dick slapped the matching green card in his hand down and asked excitedly, “When did you first meet Marinette? Was it love at first sight?”

Jason groaned. “One question, Dick. This is all gonna be about our relationship, isn’t it?” he added to Marinette, who nodded sympathetically at him.

“I first saw her when we passed each other in the street. A couple days later, I officially met her at school, ‘cause we were both transfers and in the same class.”

It was Marinette’s turn and she picked up a pink dare card. Steph immediately played her matching card with a victorious crow and turned to her future sister-in-law.

“I dare you to let Tim post something on one of your social media accounts.”

Marinette made eye contact with Jason and they immediately knew what each other was thinking.

She handed her phone over to Tim, open to Janette@pothamcrack on Twitter.

He typed for a few moments, then tossed her phone back.

She caught it and read the tweet. “'I’m secretly a celebrity but I bet none of you will guess who’,” she giggled. “Oh really? Jay, I’m famous, too!”

She turned from her boyfriend to his brother. “Which celebrity am I?”

“Wonder Woman, of course,” Jason interrupted. “Because you’re just that wonderful.”

Damian physically cringed at the cheesiness, though the rest of the players cheered at it, and Marinette blushed only a shade darker than Jason, who realised he just said that in front of his family.

“MOVING ON,” Marinette announced loudly, as Cass leaned forwards for her card.

The game went fairly smoothly after that, though as Jason predicted, they were mostly encouraged to spill things about their relationship.

“Okay, final round,” announced Babs, seeing Marinette pick up the final card, which was a truth.

Jason played his card and asked, “What’s one thing you haven’t told anyone before?”

“Uh…I hope next time we play this it’s as the Bats so we can do even more unhinged dares!”

With that shocking revelation, she grabbed Jason’s hand and they sprinted to his bike before they could be detained for even more questioning.

They sped out of the Manor property and headed to Marinette’s apartment, making sure to take detours to drop the trackers in random places and lose their tail.

Marinette unlocked her door and they entered her apartment, giggling at the hoax they’d successfully pulled off.

They kicked off their shoes and Marinette headed to the kitchen to wash her waffle-making dishes, which she’d left to soak while they had brunch, and froze.

“Hello, Jason,” said an unfamiliar voice from her living room, soft but deadly.

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Don't fear The Reaper

(ahhhhhhhh. ok so i am actually in love with ponyboy curtis from the outsiders. and when i tell you as soon as i laid eyes on c. thomas howell in omnivore a few years back i was drooling. anyways. My obsession with slashers has taken over me and i normally don't drool over unsubs but this man can do unspeakable things to me. but here's a little piece i cooked up lol)

Word Count: 5,180

summary: running into george a few years after you had first met him. he was going to kill you when he first met you but let you go. unbeknownst to you he had planned this meeting down to the moment he would be leaving.with a few added plans when you go to dinner with a few colleges and your boss decided to get a little too close. read the warnings!!!!

warnings: george foyet is his own warning, mentions of the reaper (obviously), DARK THEMES, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of stabbing, slight angst, obsessed stalker!george foyet, stalking, creep behavior, jealous!george foyet, cursing, innocent!reader, shy!reader, fem!reader, oblivious!reader, fluff, mentions of smut, very minimal sexual themes but still suggestive, age gap (reader is in early 20s and george in his late 30s early 40s), anxious!reader, use of y/n and y/l/n, some stupid computer stuff that i have no idea would even work but i figured it would be a cool idea, lowkey projecting on some of this cause I'm making reader a picky eater as well lol, mentions of cocaine, framing, fighting (not reader and not that descriptive), threats, also this isn't as graphic as i wanted it to be but its my first story back so uh

One thing to note is that the pov changes a lot and I tried my best to make it as smooth as possible but the texts may be a bit confusing

You normally tried to get your prescriptions delivered so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone but here you were. the pharmacy inside the store had a longer line than it had when you got there. you were glad that you got here earlier as you looked behind you and saw the line. as the man at the counter leaves the woman in front of you goes over to the counter. she was an older lady and you could just imagine how long it would take.

you look around you at the customers as you and slowly become more nosey as the years go by. your eyes landed on a couple a few feet away from you who are looking at pregnancy tests. you smiled to yourself and wondered if you should congratulate them or give them money for plan b based on the boyfriends worried face. behind them were a few dudes looking at condoms.you looked to your other side and saw a mom with a very fussy what looked to be 5 year old son who refused to get cough medicine.

“next!”

you look over and see the counter open and walk over, “y/n y/l/n.” the lady types on her computer before nodding, “birth control?” you nod awkwardly as you hope she isn't judging you. you swore she looked you up and down as she got up but it could've been the trick of the light. she walks back over with your prescription and hands it to you as you sign and pay for it. you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks.

you take a step forward to see if you could get a better view without looking too creepy for staring. there was a man who was looking at some bottles of pain meds and he looked familiar. it almost hits you like a train when you realise he has been one of your substitute teachers your last year of highschool. you contemplate saying something to him but as your hands shook slightly from the feeling of being stared at you decided to leave.

but the universe had a different idea.

“y/n?”

your head turns at the sound and you see him looking at you, a bit shocked. “mr foyet,” you say with a soft smile. he smiles at you, “its been a while hasn't it?” you walk over to him and nod. he had always been one of your favorite substitutes and though you didn't have his computer class you were sure it was a nice class to have. “how have you been?” he asks and you pause on the spot. people normally didn't ask you that.

“fine. i guess. i never got that job though,” you blurt out after a few seconds, “and you?”

“could be better,” he admits looking back at the pills and gestures to them, “wish i didn't need these.” you see him glance at the prescription in your hand then up at you. “you're only what? 19? you shouldn't be on anything yet.” you flush slightly, “im 20. but they're um. its birth control. i get bad cramps and nothing else helps.” he gives you a look that you knew all too well when he was trying to let you know not to be ashamed about something, “you're a young lady. i'm not going to judge our sexual life.”

you smile softly and blush at that as you look down. you decide to turn the conversation onto him, “why do you need anything? you're pretty young too.” ‘i'm not exactly in my prime anymore.,” he says picking up a bottle of generic painkillers. “if you have muscle cramps they don’t do shit,” you say and reach for a different bottle and hand it to him, “this works for anything. unless you have menstrual cramps.”

“i see you didn't lose the quick comments.” “they come naturally. plus it's true.” he smiles at you and sets the other bottle he had picked up back. part of you wondered if you should leave now but something was keeping you in place and you felt like you shouldn't leave yet. “this might be an odd request,” you hear him say then look over at him, “i have a few bags of groceries and i dont live that far but i can't carry them myself.”

“i can help. no worries.”

“you're an angel.”

you smile at his words and he doesn't fail to notice your change in behavior too as you flush and look away from him. you look near the cash register and see the bags, “those?” “yep. i'm gonna go pay for these. i’ll be right back.” you nod and watch him walk over to the counter. you look at the couple who had been looking at the pregnancy tests as they give you a weird look. part of you wanted to say a snarky remark but you decide to follow george.

you make you way to where he was in line at checkout and it wasn't as bad as the pharmacy line. and you make sure to tell him that when he complains about the line. he looks back at the pharmacy lie before nodding, “feel bad for that bastard in the back.” you laugh and try not to laugh harder when you see the girl get in line as her boyfriend gets in line for the checkout behind the mom and son who came after you.

you turn to george, “the dude that got in line and the chick who got in the other line were giving me weird looks. but she's buying a pregnancy test and looks younger than me.” george looks behind him and his gaze lingers on the guy before looking back at you, “i think he was checking you out.” you give george a look, “like anyone's checking me out. i'm in sweats and a hoodie.” George's lip twitches slightly into a smirk and you just catch it but the line moves up.

You go and grab the bags from where they were on the floor and wait patiently for him to checkout. Once he does he was quick to open the door for you making you smile and thank him. “Its just a block or two away.” you follow him down the side walk as he leads you. “I really appreciate it,” he says looking over at you. You smile, “i don't mind helping out. You were my favorite sub after all. And plus i can return the favor for all those times you did my work for math.”

He smiles and stops in front of a house and goe up some steps. You follow him and he unlocks the door. You step inside and look around. It was pretty small but cozy nonetheless. ‘You can put the stuff in the kitchen, please.” you nod, unsure if he could even see you, and find the kitchen and set the bags down on the counter. You look around and your eyes land on a few bags on the floor. You glance over at george as he walks nto the kitchen. “are you moving?” you ask and motion to the bags on the floor that you assumed were clothes.

“i uh. You and your friends never looked me up?”

You give hima confused look, “no? Why?” george nods and sits down at the table, “i'm assuming you're aware of the reaper.” you look at him, “yea. One of my friends was scared of him for years. But hes dead i think.” george takes off his glasses. “Mr foyet what's going on?” “please, call me george.” you nod and take a seat at the table with him, “what happened?”

“Well. a few years ago i was with my girlfriend at the time. We were driving and i saw someone flag us down so i stopped, he was lost apparently and was trying to find a certain place and showed me one of those little booklets,” you saw his face change slightly but you couldn't make out the emotion, “then he stabbed me. And he turned on my girlfriend. She was stabbed 67 times. And i was lucky to even make it out. But he called the cops and they found me in time.”

Your jaw had dropped and you weren't even sure what to say. You reach out for his hand that was on the table, “im sorry. I had no idea.” “its alright. I was hoping you didn't know. A few people did and tried to sympathise with me and basically babied me.” you feel his thumb rub curdlesnoot your hand but you don't think anything of it. “I don't really use my real name anymore. Its all fake oes. I have a bunch of different houses so that's why i have the bags. Just in case he comes back you know?” you nod slightly, “I'm really sorry for bringing it up-” “don't apologise. It's alright. I'd rather you hear it from methann somewhere else.” “yea. I guess that makes sense.”

“You look like her.”

Your eyes stay on the table as you process his words. You then look up at him. “Im sorry. You just have a lot of similarities to um. Sorry.” you give him an understanding look then glance at the clock. Your phone buzzes and you pull away from him to grab it. Your boss had spammed you bout the dinner tonight and you rolled your eyes. “I need to get going. Maybe if you have a number you would want to give out i can have it?” gorgeous eyes light up and he nods. You hand him your phone and he puts ina number. You smile when he hands it back.

“Whos the guy texting you?’ he asks. “My boss. Jack, he's up my ass about this dinner tonight.” “where do you work?” he asks you as he puts his glasses abc on. “Retail. Walmart. But this boss seems to like a lot of us so hes taking us out to dinner at this restaurant.” he nods and then gets up at the same time you do. “Thank you for helping me,” he says with a smile. You nod and hesitate to hug him but he hugs you. You smile and hug him abc. “I’ll text you or call you later. Have a good rest of your day george.”

He watches as you leave and locks the door behind you. He lets out a small breath as he turns around and makes his way over to the computer. His facade had dropped as soon as you left. He typed your number into the computer and waited for it to register. once it does hes able to see all of your messages from anyone. He looks through the more recent ones and skips over your boss. He already knew how he was with you and he didn't feel the need to anger himself yet.

As he looks through your messages with other colleges he laughs at your obliviousness. They were obviously trying to flirt but it seemed to go over your head, or you had ignored their advances and kept it professional. There were a few moments he caught when you had replied late and wondered if you had seen the messages and thought of a response. His gaze travels back up from the text from your boss. He watched as you typed and it go through. He clicked on it.

Jack (boss): Are you sure you're going to be able to make it tonight?

You: I can. Im sorry i was catching up with on old friend

George smiles at that and watches as a message starts to send through.

Jack (boss): alright. Well as soon as you are done with her then call me if you can alright? If not just text me.

You: I don't know if i can call you anytime soon. I'm walking home from his house and its not that far but id rather text. Why whats up?

Jack (boss): oh, i didn't know it was a male. Anyways. I was going to ask if you needed a ride. Id be willing to pick you up but it would be a bit early. I was hoping we could talk ;)

George almost wanted to track his ip at that. But he watched as you typed. It stopped for a few second then began again. Then stopped for a minute. He didn't dare look away from it but as he watched he heard a din from his own phone. He picked it up and smiled when he saw your number.

Y/n: hey its me y/n. I wanted to message you before i forgot. I'm walking back home now. My boss is being really pushy about this dinner, i'm sorry i had to leave so soon. I can still text you if you want that

You: Its totally alright. Bosses can be pushy sometimes. But yea you could text me. Hope your boss isn't being too weird.

y/n: im not even sure how to describe the way hes acting. He sent a winky face and i'm not sure if hes trying to flirt with me

You: i would say sounds like hes trying to. If you're interested go with it.

y/n: but i'm not. Hes kinda creeping me out and he offered to give me a ride. I don't trust him that much but i want to go to this dinner

“Ironic.”

You: text me the restaurant? I’ll text you randomly through the night and if i don't get an answer i’ll come there ok? Or you text me when you leave and when you're going back home and once you are.

y/n: you’d do that?

You: of course.

y/n: thank you. I’ll let you know whats going on

George turns back to the computer and sees that your boss had texted you asking for an answer. George finds his number easily and plugs it in. he waits just like h had done with yours until he gets all of his messages. He grimaces at the way he had texted one of, who george presumed, his friend. He had basically talked as if you were an object and how horny he was. He didn't think he would have to kill anyone tonight but george was willing to switch a few things around.

George glances over at the fridge and mentally thanks himself for putting the piece of paper away from your view. He reaches for it and scans it through. He not only had your address but your bosses as well. The place you worked and the restaurant you were supposed to be going to were also marked on the paper. He thanked himself for waiting those 5 minutes to hear the address cause he was clueless on where the restaurant was located.

He gets up and walks over to one of the drawers he had in the living room. He grabs the mask out of it and wipes some of the dry blood of of it that he missed. He had a feeling he couldn't stay out as long as he hoped considering the fbi may come knocking on his door. He could care less though as he takes an empty bag and shoves the mask in it as well as the gun he hid in the kitchen cabinet. He had a feeling he wouldn't need it but he grabs a pair of clean clothes just in case.

—--

You texted him a few minutes before you were leaving. You had decided to text him when you got to the restaurant, when you were there, leaving, and home. You figured it would be easier than possibly being rude for being on your phone during dinner. You had agreed to let jack drive you but you were a bit unsure of what to do during the extra time you two wuld appernaly have. A feeling of uncertainty was washing over you and you wanted to abc out but as you heard the horn outside you jumped up from the couch and looked outside.

You grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the mirror. The dinner was suppose to be at a nice restaurant so you grabbed the nicest dress you could find which happened to be a black backless one with long sleeves. You put your purse over your shoulder and walk outside as you lock your door. Your phone buzzes and you hope that its george as you walk over to the car. You get in the passenger seat and give jack a weak smile as you close the door.

“You look nice,” jack says looking over at you but you see his eyes wandering. You nod and awkwardly put your purse over your thighs to keep your dress from riding up too much. You look at him as he wore a simple suit and you could tell he did t put much into his appearance cause his hair was messy as usual. You feel the car start to back up and you take your phone out. You smile when you see goerges name.

George: Did you get picked up yet?

You: yea. He just got me

George: ok. Text me once you get to the restaurant alright?

You: alright

You look over at jack as he drives. He was around your age and attractive but he was a douche. He always acted strange around you and you didn't like it. You tried to tell one of your colleges but he claimed that it was normal behavior. You believed him. Maybe you were just overthinking things.

“Can i ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Are you dating anybody?”

You look at jack at the questions and shake your head, “no. why?” “wondering,” he says and you watch his hand reach out and be placed on your knee. You stare at it for a second and try to brush off the strange feeling you felt. outside looked more interesting the staring a the hand on your thigh so you watched as trees and buildings went by.

the hand on you knee moved upwards and you tensed up. you looked at it as the car stopped and you saw a parking lot. you were at the restaurant but away from where anyone would be able to see either of you. you give jack an awkward look and attempt to push his hand away. he gets the hint and moves it back to your knee.

“what's wrong?” he asks and you were clearly uncomfortable so you found the question strange. “please dot touch me,” you say and move his hand off of your knee. he pulls it back, “sorry.” you couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not but he looked away from you. you picked up your phone and texted george.

you: we got to the restaurant but we’re waiting outside. do you have a car? or know how much a bus is?

you wait for a response and move your legs away from jack as you look out the window. you hoped that he would leave you alone for the most part the rest of the night and you would find one of your friends marissa. your phone buzzes and you quickly pick it up.

george: what happened?

you: nothing really. i think he is trying to flirt with me and i'm not sure how he is when he gets drunk. and i'd rather be safe than sorry incase he does try to get behind the wheel

george: bus tickets aren't expensive. altho i could get there with you if you would want that. i don't have a car, I usually take the bus or walk

you: you would do all this for me but you haven't talked to me in years. and not at all outside of school until this morning

george looks up from where he is in the car he had stolen a few weeks ago. he had a clear view of you and jack as he held the phone in his hands. he was lucky to get a spot not near where you two had decided to park. the tint on the windows also helped him as he watched without worry of being caught.he looks back down at the phone at your messages

you: not to sound weird. but i always liked you. so if you need any help with anything i would be glad to help. and i mean anything

he watched your face as you blushed a bit. your date for the evening was glaring out the window and suddenly his eyes turn to his car. george narrows his eyes as he watches jack. jack eyes move down and george can only hope it was to the phone in your hands. when you move the phone and rest your head on your hand he knew it was. at the same time you did his phone buzzed.

y/n: i really appreciate that. i like you too and if you need anything id be glad to help as well :) you're the only person i really trust right now. hes really creeping me out

george had to laugh at that. he knew that jack was making you uncomfortable but it would make more sense if you were scared of him and not jack. you should be but you didn't know the truth.

you: if he's making you uncomfortable try to not be near him. i'm on my way ok?

you look at your phone at the message and pause. you hadn't told him where you were. you ignore it and maybe you had told him when you were at his house. you look over at jack and notice it was almost time to go inside. he noticed too and unbuckled his seatbelt. you follow after him and text george that you were heading inside.

the restaurant was nice as you walked in. you saw marissa. she looks over and smiles and you walk over to hug her. “ugh i thought you weren't going to show i was getting nervous!” she says. “nope. I'm here,” you say and glance at jack, “he gave me a ride.” marissa glances at him as he walks past her. “the weirdo gave you a ride?” she whispers. you give her a look. “y/n you realize he flirts with everyone and is always staring at our asses?” you shrug, “no, but he did touch my leg in the car. i think one of my friends might pick me up early.”

she nods and you both take a seat at the booth. you sit next to her on the inside in case god forbid jack tries to sit next to you. another one of your coworkers mike sits next to marissa. “Mike how do you feel about drinks tonight?” marissa asks him and you laugh. she looks over at you then pauses, “are you 21?” “no. so i won't be drinking tonight. or at all in my life,” you laugh. “boring,” she says.

you watch as jack slips in on the other side of the booth and another coworker trew slides in next to him. alice slides i next to him. “i think this is everyone,” jack says looking around the table. your phone buzzes and you look down at it. yu decided that it was too early to be considered rude if you answered as others stated conversation.

george: i'm going to be there soon. would you want to leave now or do you want me to wait outside for you?

you: wait outside for now. i really appreciate you doing this

george: no need to thank me. i'm doing a favor

you smile and marissa pulls you into her, “who ya texting?” you laugh as she takes your phone. “mar!” you laugh and try and take it back from her but she holds it out of reach. “you have a boyfriend?” she asks you making you shake your head. “oh so who is george?” “my friend. c’mon mar give it back.” you manage to take you phone from her as you both laugh.

“you really need to find someone. you've been single for how long?” alice asks. “shes never had a partner. you know this,” trew says making jack look over at him shocked. that was new. george had also managed to find a table near enough to you to hear but not be seen. he hadn't planned on being on a weirdo watch today but it was better that you had an idea he was there so in case he was caught he had an alibi.

mike, who he had quickly learned the name of, calls over a waitress and they start making orders. he was the least bit surprised to hear you get chicken tenders. he always knew what you got during lunch at school and would get you extras or just plain out bring you fast food sometimes when he knew you were having bad days. he was lucky that no one questioned this before he left the school himself.

“everytime you order the same thing,” alice says. “i do not. i get spaghetti sometimes,” you say. “yea, sometimes. which really mean rarely cause you ‘don't like the sauce’,” trew says doing a weird voice at the end making everyone laugh. “don't judge what i do and don't like ok? dot make me mention when you ate that burrito off the floor.” “i did not!” “did too,” you mutter as you take a drink of your water.

george grimaces for a second at the thought of a dirty floor burrito. he goes back to looking at you as you laugh and he could swear he hadn't met anyone prettier. he had a feeling no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get exactly what he wanted from you but he could still watch you like he had been for a couple months. this plan has gone better than expected os he couldn't doubt himself just yet.

he gets a good look at jack as he stares at you over his glass. something ticked him off by that look so george immediately picked up his phone.

you: y/n would you be willing to leave a bit early?

you pick up your phone immediately and answer him.

y/n: yea. can i get my food first? i’ll take it to go

george: of course

he watches you put your phone back down and look around for the waitress he presumed. then outside. maybe you were trying to find him? his place at the bar was a good view of the outside as well and when he caught you looking at a cat outside he smiled. of course. he had a feeling you liked cats. or maybe you didn't. he’d have to ask but he assumed you liked them.

you were barely paying attention but george was. he watched jack get up and slide past everyone in his row and head towards the bathroom. george happened to know there was an alleyway right outside the mens bathroom. he downed his drink and left money on the counter to pay for it as he followed jack to the bathroom.

you finally noticed jack was gone a few minutes after he left. around the same time the food came. “alice can you do me a favor?” you lean over to her. “Yeah what's up?” “can you ask for a to-go box for me? I can't stay.” she nods and gets up to find a waitress. mike gets up to sit next to trew. “you alright?” trew asks giving you a worried look. “yea im fine. i just need to head home early. i'm not riding with jack, wherever he went.”

“you're getting a ride from george?’ marissa says with a smirk as she takes a fry from you. “yes actually. we’re going on the bus i think. long story.” “is he at least not a creep?” she asks. you shake your head, “no. he's really nice actually. He used to be a substitute at my high school. i ran into him again this morning.” everyone gives youa look. “how old is he?” mike asks. you give him a confused look, “why does it matter? hes a friend.”

everyone sighs at you and you have a feeling they were judging you too. alice walks back with the box and hands it to you. “thanks.” you get up and grab your food and put a $20 on the table. “have a nice night guys. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you walk outside and pull out your phone, you call him instead of texting as you couldn't type with one hand.

the phone rings and george lets one of his hands go to grab his phone. he sees your name on the top of the screen and looks over to jack, “say a word i’ll stomp your brains out.” a whimper comes from the man he had holding up against the wall as he answers. “y/n. you alright?”

“yea george. im outside. where are you?” you shiver slightly at the cold and look around.

“i'm in the bathroom, i’ll be there in a second hold on. you're in the front right?”

“yea. i’ll stay here and wait for you. bye.”

“bye.”

at the same time the phone hangs up, jack is getting dropped to the floor with a loud thump and a groan. “look at her or touch her or any girl ever again and i’ll make sure each one of these fingers is cut off and your eyes are gouged out you understand?” jack nods and the last thing he saw was a knee coming at his face.

“george, it's freezing out how did you wait out here for so long?” you say as you turn and see him. he smiles and walks over to you, “well i'm wearing a jacket.” you frown and realize what exactly you had on, “true.” “you look fabulous though. here take this.” he hands you his jacket and you smile as you gladly take it. he takes the bag from you and you both walk over to the bus stop. he glances over at the car and jack in the front seat. maybe the cops would believe the white powder wasn't actually sugar in his nose.

-----

“did you hear what happened to jack?” mar says as you walk into work the next day. “no. is he alright?” you ask walking over to her. “well. hes arrested. apparently they found him at the restaurant with a stolen car and coke in his nose.” you look at her dumbfounded. “but he got beat up pretty bad. and he was talking about how he got threatened by some dude with a mask. cops think he's bonkers,” alice adds. “might've been the reaper,” trew says as he takes a donut from the box mike laid out. you cringe at that and immediately think of george, “hopefully not.”

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Stars Around My Scars

Part 2 Cardigan AU Masterlist Part 1

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

Word Count: ~6.2k

For @mochegato. I hope this is fluffy enough for you!

Thank you so much to my very helpful, supportive beta reader @sarcasticbambi 💜

Many thanks also to the inspiring @boldlyanxious, who gave me feedback on the making up scene💜

I Knew You'd Come Back To Me

Two nights after defeating the Untitled, Jason showed up in front of Marinette's door.

“Hi.” She poked her head through the doorway.

“Hey, Marinette. Can we talk?”

She considered his words momentarily, then opened the door wider in silent invitation. He followed her to her living room, where she curled up in the fluffy recliner and picked up her tea mug.

Jason sat nervously on her loveseat, noting her clear boundaries in the choice of seating.

“Would you believe me if I gave you a good reason for my odd actions?”

“I'll decide 'good reasons,'” she interjected. “Let's hear them.”

“I'm Red Hood. I was on Bat and Hood business when I left all those times. I would have told you sooner, but I saw how hurt you were after you told me about Multimouse and I knew I couldn't drag you into that again, so I just… kept quiet. I figured out you're Onyx from the things you said and I saw how capable you are and… I had to… At least tell you why I did those things. I know I broke your trust and I am very sorry for that. I was trying not to hurt you, but in doing so I still hurt you in a way I promised myself I never would, and I am so sorry for that.”

Marinette sat in silence and Jason focused on his breathing so he wouldn't panic while she considered his words.

“You're the Red Hood...and you know I'm Onyx,” she finally said slowly.

Jason nodded.

“Why tell me now? We broke up. We could've avoided each other. Do you feel guilty that you figured my identity out, so you're giving me equal footing?”

“Well, I do feel guilty, but mostly because I didn't trust you enough to tell you sooner and let you make your own decisions about it. I did know you kept in contact with your hero friends, and I should've given you the choice of what to do with my information, at least. That is what I feel guilty about.”

Marinette put her mug down on the coaster and leaned forwards a teeny bit. “So was anything else a lie?”

“No, I never lied to you about anything except my night job, I promise, Pi- Marinette.”

“I need time to think about this, Jay. I'll text you when I'm ready, okay?”

Jason nodded and left.

He wasn't happy, but he was relieved that she had listened and was thinking it over. She'd also addressed him as Jay, not Jason, so that was a good sign. At least she didn't seem to hate him completely.

He just hoped she knew how sorry he was, even if he never saw her again.

•○•○•○•

Marinette was back at school, but they avoided each other like the plague and barely saw even a glimpse of each other's hoodie when they weren't in the same classes.

Nine days later, Jason's phone buzzed with the specific tone he had set for Marinette's contact.

Pixie: Can we talk tonight?

Yes!

Me: Yours, mine, neutral ground?

Pixie: Mine is okay. Can you bring supper from your secret Chinese supplier?

Me: Absolutely. Usual order?

Pixie: Yes, please.

Pixie: Can you make it for 5:45?

Me: I'll be there.

The three dots of typing ceased and Jason flung his phone onto his couch and commenced panicking.

What was he going to face?

What should he wear? Dress up nicely to show her he was making an effort, or his usual tee and sweats or jeans to keep it casual?

What was he gonna say? He should definitely keep apologising, but he didn't want to sound like a broken record and seem like he was pressuring her into getting back together or forgiving him.

Oh, did his freezer have enough ice cream to last future-him's depression if she said she hated him and would never talk to him again?

Finally, he slapped himself out of the spiral of anxiety and made himself think logically.

She wanted to talk, and she wanted him to bring them both dinner, so clearly she wasn't going to yell and then kick him out. She didn't completely hate him, because she wanted food, and she still trusted him to bring their dinner. Plus, it was one of “their” things to go on dates or study dates and then come back and have Chinese at hers and watch a movie or hang out; so she still wanted their tradition.

So far, she was giving positive signs.

Okay. He could work with that.

•○•○•○•

At 5:45 on the dot he knocked on her door and was let in.

His brain short-circuited momentarily as Marinette appeared in his her Wonder Woman tee and jeans, and then nervous anxiety set in as she took the bag of food with a slight smile and headed to the kitchen to set it out. He'd finally decided on toeing the line between formal and casual, wearing jeans and a green button-down instead of his usual tee and/or hoodie, but it appeared Marinette went for straight casual.

What if she felt underdressed? He didn't want to make her feel even more uncomfortable (the tension in her body language was very obvious).

•○•○•○•

Marinette impatiently yanked the door open for Jason, unsurprised by his punctuality and waiting nervously.

While she'd stress-baked and stress-cleaned she'd tried to nail down the wording she wanted, but kept getting distracted and more stressed. Now, she hastily combed her memories for her explanation while she had a moment alone since Jason was staying in the foyer, for some reason.

Oh dear, had she made him feel unwelcome?

Was this a sign of his reluctance to associate with her anymore? What if he wanted to stay broken up? He deserved someone who wouldn't drag him down with their own traumas-

That was illegal, surely, or unethical at the very least, giving her health problems this early on in life.

Reminding herself to breathe, she got out two pairs of chopsticks (her own, not the small bamboo ones the restaurant provided) and tried to act unaffected by his blatant show of forearm.

“I thought we could talk in the living room and watch the sunset while we have supper,” she waved at the penthouse's wide scenic view of Gotham's Diamond District and the faint line of ocean blue on the horizon peeking through the skyscrapers.

•○•○•○•

“Sounds good.” He nervously flipped the knife in his pocket around his fingers.

Why was she still so tense? Maybe she was overthinking it too; that sounded like Marinette.

They settled by the window with their food, on opposite ends of the couch, and ate quietly for several minutes.

Finally, Marinette spoke up. “I have many conflicting feelings about everything, but I've simplified them and worked them out; the bottom line is, I forgive you. I know the struggle of wondering how much to say and worrying if those you care about will be in more danger if you tell them, so I know how hard that must have been.”

She sighed and chewed a piece of broccoli slowly. “It's not easy being a hero.”

A spring roll later, she continued, “I won't deny that I was hurt by your lack of trust, and I am still hurt, but I don't hold it against you. I considered telling you that I was the Guardian, myself, but decided against it. I do appreciate you attempting not to hurt me, even if it didn't work out.”

Marinette inhaled deeply and Jason almost fell off the couch in tense anticipation of her next utterance.

“If… You are still willing...I'd like to continue our relationship, but with mutual trust in each other this time.”

“You really want to? I know I really hurt you, Mari, I-”

“Yes, Jason. I've thought it over and weighed our relationship carefully, and I want to continue. No relationship is easy, and I must confess I was waiting for the other shoe to drop part of the time, even when I ignored the suspicion of your...activities. Now that we know where the other stands — we do know, right?” she looked at him suddenly, a little panicked.

"I think so, but we should go over them once you're done talking, just to make sure,” he replied. “We know where each other stands now, so...?”

“...we can have a more trusting relationship and we'll likely be a lot happier not hiding all the hero secrets?”

Jason smiled happily at her. “I'd like nothing better, Marinette.”

He was about to ask to clarify where each other stood when she burst out.

“Now that that's settled, will you please stop calling me Marinette?”

“...uh… What else am I supposed to call you?”

“You always call me Pixie or Pix, except when you're super serious, and I missed it,” She pouted.

“I thought you didn't like that I called you tiny?” He grinned.

“...I liked your nickname, though,” she mumbled.

“Okay, Pixie. Now, where do we stand with each other?”

“We have no more secrets to hide, right?”

“I don't think I've forgotten any...” he mused.

“Good. We know the other is a hero-slash-vigilante, we want to be together without any secrets, and if we need to go hero-ing, we'll let the other know first. Did I miss anything?”

“I don't think so. If we think of something, we can always bring it up at a later time.”

“That sounds fair,” she agreed. “Now that all the details are hashed out, can I have a hug? I missed you.”

Be still my heart.

“Of course, Pix, you don't need to ask.” He held his arms out in invitation.

She moved their dishes to the coffee table and scooched over to snuggle beside him, his arm wrapped around her.

“Cozy, Pixie?”

She nodded. “Quite. I'm so glad we worked that out, I missed you so much. Even when I didn't know you were a hero, I felt that you understood me better than most.”

“I'm sorry I never told you anything.”

She wiggled around to face him. “I forgive you, you can stop apologising now. We both kept secrets and that hurt us. We've learned from this, hopefully, and we're planning on doing better in the future. We don't need to keep rehashing an already finished subject...unless you think it's necessary?”

“No, I just...you're the best thing I have, right now, Pix, and I'm infinitely sorry that I hurt you. I guess I just need to forgive myself.”

“...If you're sure that's all, then. Try not to beat yourself up too much over it or I'll be sad, okay?”

“Whatever my Pixie commands,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

•○•○•○•

"Hey, Jay.”

Jason opened his eyes and looked at Marinette, curled up and leaning on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I know it's a sensitive subject, but how's it going with your family?”

He sighed. “Not great. When we broke up I was really mad at B because I was always leaving you to help him and kinda blamed him for our breakup. I didn't tell him about you, because then he would've gotten all nosy and you don't deserve that, but I yelled at him for a lot of stuff. I probably set our progress back a few months.”

“I thought you were doing Bat or Hood business when you ran off?”

“...Wait, did I not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Uh, Batman is my dad...and the rest are my siblings.”

Marinette was quiet for a worryingly long time. “I should have put that together,” she said at last.

“Yeah, it's a...thing. It's not really broadcast, because Hood is still on iffy terms with the Bats and it would be suspicious if Red Hood suddenly reconciled with them at the same time Jason Todd's death was repealed. There are enough scarily accurate theories about the Waynes being the Bats, we don't need to give them more information to prove their hunch.”

“The Waynes — the Waynes are the Bats?!” Marinette yelped, sitting upright and muttering in French under her breath.

“I didn't tell you that either? I'm sorry, I thought you knew and were just being polite and ignoring the elephant in the room.”

“I ignore the news, especially about celebrities. It's usually gossip or dramatically inflated rumours, so I never take it as a reliable source on any of them if I do see 'reports'.”

“I wish everyone had your maturity,” he half-joked. “Yeah, the Waynes are the vigilante protectors of Gotham — the Batfamily, as they are called by some — confirmed. More with Red Hood at 9. I'm Vicki Vale, Gotham Gazette,” he mocked. “You got the first-hand report.”

“That makes a lot of sense actually...” Marinette mused. “So that's why you were so popular in the beginning of the school year?”

“Yep. It always pays to be in the Waynes’ favour, or at least not their disfavour. It's actually part of what made me notice you, how you ignored me and challenged me instead of trying to grovel or be friends. That and how quiet you were with everyone else. You were new, too, but you seemed happy that you weren't getting as much attention as me.”

“I just wanted a drama-free final year,” she mourned. “No boyfriend, no hero-ing, just school...look at me — a boyfriend, a breakup, defeating the Untitled after my Miraculous, being the translator for the Parisian class — what happened to my quiet year?”

“I'm sorry, Pix.”

“It's fine. I got one fewer enemy after me and I got a wonderful boyfriend out of it! It's not a bad trade-off, in my opinion.”

○○○○○○○

A Friend to All is a Friend to None A couple months later

“The Parisian class arrives today.” Marinette nervously picked at the hem of her skirt.

“It'll be fine, Pix, I promise. I'll be right here beside you all day. This is your turf and you're fighting for it, remember? And you have a Wayne backing you, so the school will definitely not hold back if anyone tries anything.”

“Thanks, mon chére, you're right; though I hope we won't need to use your father's name.”

“Don't worry about me, Pix. And you know what I think? You've told me so much about how selectively dumb they are, that they probably won't recognize you with your new style and last name.”

“You have a point. Honestly, they probably wouldn't notice me even if I only grew my hair out,” she rolled her eyes and pulled him into the school. “Let's get it over with.”

No one batted an eye at her blatant manhandling (emphasis on the man), since the past few weeks they'd acted much closer than before, likely from meeting to practise their French and go over the details of their volunteering. (Mrs. Perez's Marison-shipping-heart was well-fed lately, and she took credit for forcing them to work together in the first place months ago.)

Thankfully, the speech was fairly short and their introductions brief.

Principal Luther introduced Jason and Marinette as the class's hosts and translators, ‘Mr. Todd' and 'Ms. Stone’.

Then everyone was dismissed and Marinette and Jason decided how to divide the class.

Once everyone was seated and introduced to their temporary classmates, Marinette quickly ran through the introductory notes she'd prepared.

“Good morning, I am one of your temporary translators, Marinette Stone. My partner, Jason, and I have already completed the content you will be learning, so we can help explain as needed. If you need help, just raise your hand and we'll translate as you need. Please respect the fact that there are only two of us, so it may take a minute to reach you. Your teacher, Ms. Lee, also speaks some French, so she may be able to help as well. I hope you enjoy your time here.”

From the back of the room, Jason gave her a sneaky thumbs-up, telling her that his recording of her was complete. If her ex-classmates recognized her and tried something, he'd have video proof of everything.

She smirked back and headed to her seat beside him, which had a lovely vantage point of the whole classroom.

"So, you have Juleka, Chloe, Rose, Ivan, Mylene, Marc, and Alix?”

“Yep. I'm good with that, as long as you have Lila, Alya, Adrien, Kim, and Sabrina,” Marinette responded. “They'll be the ones asking for the most help.”

“Chloe and Juleka know who you are, right?” Jason whispered.

"Yeah. No one knows C and I made up because I left fairly soon after, and Jules and I made up when Uncle Jagged talked to her. They'll be fine."

•○•○•○•

For the next two weeks, the exchange program went fairly smoothly - Ms. Lee wouldn't buy Lila & Co™'s excuses/lies, Lila couldn't flirt with Jason too much because he loudly announced that he had a girlfriend and she was making him uncomfortable, and the class didn't visibly recognize Marinette with her new style and name change.

On the final day of the exchange, Jason and Marinette rode in on his motorcycle (that no one was allowed to touch).

The curious GA students were buzzing over the latest gossip — was this year's most popular ship actually coming true?!

Money was to be made on this, after all, many students had secret betting pools on what stage the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arc was exactly at.

One of Marinette's kind-of friends bravely walked up was pushed forward by everyone else in the betting pool she was part of to ask about their relationship status.

Jason and Marinette laughed in their faces and said they'd been dating for months.

The news spread quickly among the gossip mills but was quickly silenced when over the intercom, their names were called and their presence requested at the front office.

The couple shrugged at each other and walked leisurely hand-in-hand to the office.

•○•○•○•

Caline Bustier, Lila Rossi, and Principal Luther were waiting.

Marinette sighed. “What?” she asked sharply.

“Mlle. Rossi here says you are a missing person from Paris and a con artist. You dated her boyfriend, M. Agreste, until his father's company went broke, and then came here to trick the Waynes, she claims. She also says you were unprofessional and ignored her all the time when she requested help in class.” Thankfully, Principal Luther looked sceptical of Lila's charges.

Principal Luther looked like she was repressing a smile. "I see. But how is this pertinent to the allegations against you?”

“It's proof that she claims ridiculous things. You can call Uncle Jagged if — actually, his daughter, Juleka, is in Lila's class. You can confirm with her about Lila's stories, and prove that she is lying about them. I did date Adrien Agreste, but I broke up with him because he was cheating on me with Lila. It was just after we split that Gabriel went under, but that was because of his acts of terrorism. And I actually didn't know Jason was a Wayne until a few weeks ago when he told me. He goes by Jason Todd, and I don't pay attention to celebrity news, so I had no way of knowing he was a Wayne.

“Also, I came here because it's Uncle Jagged's hometown and he helped me escape Paris, which wasn't helping with my PTSD - which is also partly caused by Mlle. Rossi bullying me. I did not ignore her in class, Jason and I already agreed on how to divide our translating responsibilities. I did not purposely not help her. If you want proof, Jason and I have texts detailing our dividing.”

Principal Luther scrutinised Marinette and Lila, then turned to Jason. “Mr. Todd, any comments?”

“Marinette isn't a gold-digger. She didn't know I was a Wayne ‘til I told her, and my family ran a background check on her — she's clean. And Marinette isn't a missing person or a runaway — her godfather Jagged had her parent's blessing to help her move to Gotham, and her parents are working on closing their bakery and moving here to be with her. Her friends, Chloé Bourgeois, and Juleka and Luka Couffaine, knew she was here. Also, no missing person report was filed for her. I've been with Marinette for several months now, and I'm sure that she isn't faking the repercussions of her PTSD and Li- Mlle. Rossi's bullying."

“Juleka Couffaine to head office, please.”

Juleka arrived a minute later and confirmed Marinette's story. She also called Jagged and he immediately jumped to Marinette and Juleka's defence.

“Thank you, Mlle. Couffaine. Please return to class. Miss Stone and Mr. Todd, I think it's alright if I give you a pass. You can have the day off. Before you go, could I have a word with Miss Stone in my office?”

Marinette followed Principal Luther into her tiny, cramped office behind the larger antechamber where she'd been pleading her case.

“I'm sorry for the way they treated you, Miss Stone. If you knew it was your class, though, why didn't you turn down the volunteer role? I assure you we wouldn't have held it against you.”

“Um… I guess I was just used to my old school in Paris, and how they supported Lila, so it didn't really occur to me. And I thought I'd like to see my friends, at least. Jason dealt with the ones who were the meanest to me or needed the most help, so I didn't have to interact with them that much.....Plus, I was kind of planning my revenge. I wanted to get records of them to turn in to the proper authorities so they could be punished.”

Principal Luther sighed. “Marinette… alright. Is your mental health okay? Will you need another couple of days off?”

“No, I should be okay. Thank you, though. Jason has really helped me with my mental health, and I'm seeing a therapist.”

“Okay… Don't worry about translating at the goodbye party tonight. I'll find someone else to do it. Thank you for your help these past two weeks.”

“You're welcome! Have a good day. I don't envy you dealing with the class,” she sympathised.

She left the small office, completely ignoring Lila and Mme. Bustier's mean faces, striding quickly to the door, where Jason awaited.

“Hey, Pix. Are you good?”

“Yeah, she wanted to thank us for our work and apologise for making me translate. We don't have to translate tonight either.”

“Sweet! What do you want to do, then?”

“Go home and watch a movie?”

“Sure. Let's go.”

Jason took her hand and they escaped to his bike.

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Giving me Your Weekends

“Jay, I'll be fine. I'll take their suspicion as a sign that they care for you, because they want to make sure I'm not going to hurt you.”

He smiled at her. “You're so optimistic. But you're right, that's a good way to look at it. Thanks, Pix.”

He kissed her head and led her into the chaos.

The chandelier spun as Dick wiggled on it and he caught sight of the newcomers. The shouting and chaos ceased immediately.

“Jay! You're here for breakfast!” Dick flipped off the chandelier. “And you brought a guest, welcome,” he smiled charmingly at Marinette, but she could see the cloud of questions in his eyes.

Alfred materialised and gave Damian the 'put-your-katana-away' stare.

“Master Jason, you came for brunch today? I'm so glad to see you, my boy. And who is this?” he smiled warmly at Marinette, who thrust a plate of homemade waffles at him.

“It's nice to meet you, Alfred! I'm Marinette. I made some waffles for breakfast, and couldn't just show up empty-handed. Hope that's okay!” her voice was higher-pitched in her anxiousness to have Alfred like her, but he just took the plate and handed it to Tim with a stern glance.

“It's wonderful to meet you, Marinette. Brunch is almost ready, and these look lovely. I'm afraid mine will never turn out as good, although I tried a new recipe today...” he saw Steph's frozen face of revolt and sighed.

“Ah. This didn't work either. I'm sure Stephanie would love to be your critic. Please sit down, everyone will be here momentarily.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at everyone, suddenly nervous, and Jason put his arm supportingly around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Ignore them, Pix, they'll warm up to you soon enough.”

The present Batfamily members sat down at the table somewhat robotically, sizing Marinette (and Jason) up.

"So, you're Marinette? I'm Dick Grayson, Jason's older brother. I assume you're his girlfriend?”

She smiled, “You are correct.”

“So… how'd you meet Jay?”

“Um, at school. A teacher paired us up on a project, and we got to know each other and liked what we saw.”

Bruce and Babs came in, discussing a new update to their filing system, and paused when they saw the visitors.

Jason stood up. “Cass, I know you're here somewhere, so since we're all here I'm only going to say this once: This is Marinette, my girlfriend. I expect nothing, but I hope you'll be polite since she's the reason we're even here in the first place.”

The family eyed Marinette after Jason's declaration until Steph broke the silence.

“These waffles are so good, Marinette! You said you made them yourself?”

“I did, Jason told me you all liked waffles. He helped, of course.”

“They're amazing. Do you bake a lot?”

“I stress bake, and I grew up in a bakery, so I know how to make a lot of baked goods.”

“Welcome, Marinette. I'm Jason's father, Bruce. It's nice to meet you,” Bruce smiled at her but she could see him calculating. “Do I detect a French accent?”

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well, monsieur. And yes, you do. I'm from Paris. I moved here last summer for my final school year.”

Switching the focus from her, she casually asked as she took a sausage from the plate Cass handed her, “Jay hasn't told me much about his family, beyond you being loud and crazy, so I'm looking forward to getting to know you all. What sort of hobbies do you have?”

Dick cleared his throat. “I'm an acrobat, and I teach gymnastics and aerial skills at a gym in Bludhaven some days. I also like solving puzzles, like most of the rest of us. Timmy is pretty good at computer games and stuff like that,” he nudged his brother jovially.

“Oh, do you know UMSIII?” Marinette leaned forwards eagerly to face Tim.

“Jay refuses to play with me anymore.”

“You don't even leave me a chance, Pix,” he grumbled under his breath and she smiled sweetly at him.

“I've heard of it,” Tim acknowledged. “I take it you play? We mostly have MarioKart marathons in this house.”

“Oh, nice!” Marinette turned to Alfred. “Your French Toast is delicious, Monsieur Alfred.”

“Thank you, Miss Marinette. Perhaps we could exchange some recipes later?”

“I'd love to!” she grinned at him and looked at Damian, who was clearly eyeing her for nefarious intentions. “And I don't believe we've been introduced yet, I'm Marinette.”

“Damian,” he grunted, sounding like a mini-Bruce. “Do you like animals?”

“I do! Unfortunately, I never got a pet because I lived above a bakery, so for health and hygiene reasons it wasn't feasible, but I love playing with them when I can."

“I will introduce you to Titus, Alfred the Cat, and Batcow after brunch if you desire,” he said stiffly.

“I'd love to meet your pets, thank you for offering!”

“So you attend GA with Jason?” Babs asked, finally speaking up now that most of the Bats had their mouths full of food.

“Yes. We were both the only new transfer students this year, so we had some camaraderie. We have most of the same classes together, which is nice.”

The inquisition calmed after that and normal conversation flowed, but all in all, it was the most subdued family meal the Wayne table had seen in a while.

After breakfast, Alfred requested Jason's help with the dishes, presumably to interrogate him, and Damian kidnapped Marinette to meet his pets.

Titus absolutely loved her and became her new best friend. Damian was surprised at his Great Dane's reaction since Titus was normally wary of strangers until he okayed them.

Even Alfred the Cat warmed up to her quickly, possibly smelling the Camembert on her from when she'd fed Plagg before coming for brunch.

“What are your intentions with my brother?” Damian inquired as he led Marinette to Batcow's stable out back.

She smiled slightly at his protectiveness and replied, “I have no intentions with him beyond making him happy. I hope that means we stay together for a very long time, maybe eventually marry, but if we agree that he's better off without me...then I'll go. I don't think that will happen, though."

“I approve of your commitment. Father also wants to talk with you, I believe. Once Batcow has sufficient pets, I shall escort you to Father’s office.”

“Thank you, Damian. Oh, hello, Batcow! Aren’t you gorgeous, petit vache,” she cooed.

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Damian showed Marinette the way to Bruce’s office, and she stepped inside when he bid her enter.

“I must admit I was quite surprised when Jason showed up for family brunch this morning, and even brought a guest,” Bruce started as soon as she sat in the comfy leather chair before his desk.

“Jason hasn’t been…very active with our family, lately. I believe I have you to thank for encouraging his visit?”

“He told me he was quite angry with you for constantly calling him away on our dates, and he worried he’d set your progress back months. I do hope that’s not the case.”

Bruce noticed a cold edge to Marinette’s previously polite, warm tone.

“Of course not, I was merely confused at his sudden anger. I didn't know he was dating anyone. I can give you my word that it certainly wasn’t a targeted attack against him or your relationship.”

“Good. I think we should all get on well, then. Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?”

“...No. Thank you for your time, and for coming for brunch with Jason. I’m quite pleased to have met you.”