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sarcastic-salem · 1 year

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Watching Daredevil for the first time in FOREVER. I took a break cause, frankly, this show can be triggering as fuck. Though not as bad as Jessica Jones — that first season is a brilliant 10⭐️ and absolutely terrifying mindfuck and a half. Like if I had to choose between going up against Fisk or Kilgrave

I’d pick Fisk.

Every fucking time, I’d pick Fisk.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

What makes Kilgrave — AKA The Purple Man — so absolutely terrifying is not only his mind controlling abilities but his complete disregard for his victims and the aftermath of his decisions. Kilgrave does not kill you — he takes complete control and abuses you, makes you do things you would never consider doing had you been not been under his control.

In the comics, Kilgrave obsessively stalks Jessica Jones even after she is married and takes her prisoner multiple times.

It eventually results in an unwanted pregnancy.

I’ve been advised not to read those arcs, but I’m a self-sabotaging edgelord /s Not really — not on purpose anyway. I relate to Jessica because of my own history of abuse is all and I feel like I need to read her story in all of its gory detail. Because in a way, it helps — its cathartic knowing that even a superhero can go through things that I’ve gone through myself.

I need to see that even a superhero can hurt the way I do and, yeah, I realize how completely fucked up that is. But I also want to share in Jessica’s grieving and I feel like I can’t do that properly until I get the full story. There’s a good chance we will never get the full story from Disney — Jessica’s story is R-rated while the rest of the MCU is barely PG-13. So the only way to get that story is by reading the comics.

I’m gonna take a break now cause I am seriously about to start crying.

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johnyandall · 2 years

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Drawing Jessica Jones

#Jessica Jones #aka jessica jones #marvel #variants #krysten ritter

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marvelfilth · 1 month

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AKA Shut up and listen

Pairing: Jessica Jones x f!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, self-deprication

Summary: you love Jess, Jess doesn't get why

Masterlist

"So... This is it?" you mumble, your gaze pinned to the roach on the wall to your left.

You really shouldn't be disappointed - you heard enough of Jess' grumbling whenever she came back from a hideout with too many compromising pictures on her camera and too much alcohol on her breath.

So, yeah, it's all your fault, since it was you who begged her to take you with her, just to get a taste of that PI life.

"Yes." She opens the window, letting some fresh air flow into the tiny motel room.

"Cool," you sigh and search the room for a safe place to sit. Unfortunately, the entire place looks like a biohazard, so you have no choice, but to settle on the edge of the single bed.

Your hesitation doesn't escape Jess' watchful eye. "You realize you'll have to sleep here, right?" Jessica drawls. She's sitting on the windowsill, her flask clutched between her fingertips. She raises her eyebrows at your silence and you shake your head, feeling hot all of a sudden. Lately, it's been happening too often - her looking at you far longer than a friend should, and you flushing under her heavy gaze.

"You said it won't take long," you mumble, turning away to hide your burning cheeks with your hair.

"It won't. Twenty hours top." She shrugs, taking off her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms, your eyes zeroing in on the muscles hidden under her soft skin.

"Great," you sigh.

The roach on the wall moves closer to you and you have to fight the urge to stamp it down with your shoe.

It probably has a family somewhere.

"You don't have to stay. I can call Trish, she'll pick you up. She can take you somewhere fancy."

Your eyes roll at the obvious attempt at getting rid of you. You know she likes you enough to tolerate you for at least a day, but you also know she prefers to work alone. Even Trish never gets to tag along.

"You know I like you more."

“Really?” She husks sarcastically around the neck of her flask.

“Yes.”

Another roach crawls from under the bed, making you squeak and jump off it. Jessica rolls her eyes, gesturing around you. “This. This is me.”

You blink. Then blink again. “A roach?”

She hums, turning to look outside and taking another swing from her flask. “Yep. A roach, dirty motel, cheap booze - all me. Doesn't seem like your thing.”

You huff, crossing your arms, your shoulders suddenly tense. “Luckily for me, you're more than cheap booze, and shitty motels, and roaches. So yeah, you're my thing.”

She tilts her head, her dark eyes brimming with exhaustion from countless sleepless nights spent chasing leads, but there's a flicker of something, something important. It's gone faster than you can place it, and she turns back to the window, lifting her camera, and covering her face from your scrutiny.

“Get us some food, yeah?” She whispers, pretending to focus on the streets below.

You let out a frustrated huff, but nod nonetheless, leaving in search of something edible.

You come back a little over half an hour later, a paper bag full of takeout clutched tightly against your chest, your heart still racing after a ride with a sketchy man on a sketchy elevator.

Jessica startles you with a question.

“You okay?”

Her body is halfway out of the window, facing the building across the street, but her eyes are pinned to you. The flask lies empty on the windowsill.

“Peachy,” you mumble, pushing a container into her hand. “Eat it all or no booze for two days.”

She frowns, eyeing you warily. “Don't bullshit me.”

You smile, humming, and nudge Jess to make space for you on the windowsill. You dig into the food, almost moaning at the rich flavor, and note with pride that Jessica seems to enjoy it too.

“Not bad,” she says around a forkful. “Not as good as your famous lasagna-”

You shove her before she can finish her thought.

“Jess!”

Her brow arches in question, and she keeps a serious expression for all three seconds before the corners of her mouth jump up in a fleeting smile. “What? I liked it.”

You groan, pushing the food around. She'll never let you forget it. And to think that you were just being a caring friend, spending all day perfecting a recipe you found online, chasing down Jess, and making her eat some of it.

“Just a little less salt next time,” she says, leaning back against the wall, her eyes on you.

You shake your head, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

The evening is settling in, the warm glow of the sun seeping away, giving way to the chilly breeze. You shudder, goosebumps littering your bare arms, and consider moving to the bed, or maybe wrapping yourself in a blanket. You eye it warily - it's thin, its color washed away and even from here you can see some of the stains.

You jump up when a weight settles over your shoulders, a familiar scent of leather enveloping you. When you turn to look at Jess, instead of looking away like you thought she would, she looks at you, head-on.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pushing your arms through the sleeves. “You're not cold?”

She shakes her head no, pushing her food around. “Looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” You look down at your lap, fingers fidgeting. The air grows heavy.

She reaches inside her bag and takes out another flask.

“I'm no good for you, you know?” she says after gulping at least a quarter of it.

You look up, startled.

“I'm an asshole with a drinking problem. You deserve better.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “You’re not an asshole.”

She snorts, and finishes the flask in quick gulps before carelessly throwing it to the floor.

“Jess.”

She hums.

“You're not an asshole.”

“I heard you the first time.”

You huff, and pull the take out box out of her hands before gently setting both of your food on the nearby table. “Jessica,” you start, squaring your shoulders. “I need you to listen to me very carefully.” She rolls her eyes, but turns to face you nonetheless. You can tell she's ready to bolt or at least deflect, but you won't let her. Not this time, the conversation is long overdue.

You take her hand in yours, fiddling with her slender fingers. “You’re one of the best people I've ever met, Jess-” the scoff that follows is expected “-yes, you are!” You insist, giving her hand a sharp tug. “You're brave, and selfless, and kind-”

“I’m an unreliable, unstable alcoholic with a fucked up head,” she growls, jumping off her seat. “I'm not kind or brave. I don't do nice things. I'm not nice, period. I have a hole in my wall and more empty bottles than cutlery. I haven't washed my jeans in two months. I- fuck, sometimes I can't even look at you without thinking about you leaving, eventually.” She starts pacing, fingers lost in her dark tresses.

“Jess.”

“I can't take care of myself, Trish does that half the time. I have one bedsheet. I don't have a vacuum cleaner. My door is permanently broken.”

“Jessica.”

“I'm a fucked up-”

“Shut up.”

She stops mid rant, looking at you with tired eyes, and let's out a long-suffering sigh. “You deserve better.”

You shake your head and take a step towards her. “I love you.”

She recoils, suddenly looking like a frightened child. Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “What?” She croaks.

“I love you, Jess. I love you when you're drunk and miserable, and I love you when sober up and smile like you don't have a care in the world. I love you when you're out of reach for days on a case, and I love you when you make sure to spend time with me, even if it means sacrificing sleep-”

“Stop.”

“-I love you when you don't have time to take my calls, and I love you when you answer me from strangers’ balconies. I love you when you're being mean, and I love you when you choose to be the kindest person I know, even after all of the shit you've been through.”

“Y/n…”

“I love you and your broken door. And I love your cutlery.”

“Don't-”

“And I have a vacuum cleaner.”

She sighs, but her eyes soften just a slightest bit. "A vacuum cleaner, huh?"

You swallow and take a deep breath. “I- I don't want anyone else, Jess. I want you. I love you.”

She looks at you for a long moment, her jaw tenses, brows furrow in thought. “Okay,” she nods slowly, begrudgingly.

“Yeah?” You whisper, inching closer.

“Yeah,” she breathes against your lips, before pulling you in a tender, almost chaste kiss. She's pulling away a second later and it's over before you even fully register the feeling of her soft, full lips on yours. “I- You- Fuck, why is this shit so goddamn hard?” She grumbles, closing her eyes briefly before taking a deep breath. “You deserve better, so-”

“Jessica,” you growl, pushing her by the shoulders. She doesn't budge, pressing you closer to her chest, her grip on your waist tightening.

“You deserve better, so I'll get better. I'll do better. For you,” she finishes slowly, begrudgingly, and for a moment you're speechless. “Less booze should be a good start, right? No girl likes to smell alcohol all the time,” she sounds like she's complaining, like this is the worst situation she could ever find herself in, but her eyes shine in a way you've never seen before. It's hope, you realise after a moment.

“Not for me, for you,” you state firmly, cupping her jaw. “You'll get better for you.”

She blinks. “That’s not a good enough motivation,” she grumbles.

You press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, fighting back a smile. She's so Jess. “We'll work on that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. I... I love you too, I guess.”

"Mhm," you hum, and she opens her mouth again, so you pull her in a proper kiss before she can say anything else.

#jessica jones x reader #jessica jones x you #jessica jones x female reader #jessica jones #jessica Jones x y/n #jessica jones x fem!reader #AKA Shut up and listen

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fandomnerd9602 · 9 months

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Can you do a Jessica Jones x reader one please.

Jessica throws a goon across the room...

Jessica: don't lay a hand on my boo!

Y/N: that's something I'd never thought I'd hear you say

Jessica: well you are

Y/N: aww thanks baby

A couple more goons come into the room...

Y/N: fight off these goons and cuddle session later?

Jessica: sounds like a plan

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #defenders #marvel netflix #kristen ritter #aka alias #marvel knights

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thesmartassdetective · 1 year

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» Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Colbalt Line. «

„New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it sure does sleep around. Not that I’m complaining. Cheaters are good for business. The big part of the job is looking for the worst in people. Turns out I excel at that. Clients hire me to find dirt. And I find it, which shouldn’t surprise them, but it does.“

ALIAS INVESTIGATIONS, 485 W 46th Street, New York, NY 10036

― bisexual private investigator, owned a detective agency, suffering from PTSD and depression, alcoholic and gave all hopes up to being a hero, anyways she is a member of the defenders. Maybe she’s a hero?

contact me @ tumblr (thesmartassdetective) and wire (smartassdetective) ⸻ header by pandemoniumpsd.

#AKA ¦ CAN I GO NOW DIPSHIT? ¬ OUT OF CHARA #AKA ¦ I'M MORE THAN I THOUGHT ¬ MUSING #AKA ¦ BIRCH HIGGINS COBALT ¬ JESSICA JONES SERIES #- fave #- faves #- promo #fakevz #fvz #thesmartassdetective

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probablyhuntersmom · 2 years

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This will always be my fave way that flashbacks are portrayed in TV/movies. The current version of a character shown as an observer in the same space at the same time as their past self.

#aka the two shows I'm marathoning in parallel before October 15th #because Jess and Hunter mirror back the two diff sides of me...esp PTSD wise #and it makes me wonder if Hunter might have scene(s) like this in S3 #jessica jones #the owl house #eda clawthorne

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flintstill · 5 months

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this feels so fucked up to say and it IS 100% just because of seeing things thru David Tennant enamored tinted glasses rn, because even if Kilgrave weren't Kilgrave, what he did was still creepy, stalkery, boundary-crossing, probably re-traumatizing

and yet.. it is the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniest bit romantic

*Edit*: forgot to specify I’m talking about recreating the house (and only that lmao)

#😶#i'm a monster #he's literally a monster #i feel wrong for this one #ugh #blegh #Jessica Jones #AKA WWJD #Kilgrave #mah life #Jessica Jones 1x08 #edited to say>>#IM TALKING ABOUT THE HOUSE #AND THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL #god I hope people didn’t think I meant generally lmfao nooooooo #he a monstre

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superherocaps · 2 years

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#Jessica Jones #aka jessica jones #marvels jessica jones #trish walker #Rachael Taylor #marvel #marveledit #marvel edit #tvedit #tv edit

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 13 days

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ficklewick · 1 year

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Jessica Jones vector this design available on Redbubble

#jessica jones #aka #alias #marvel #netflix #vector #my art

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dinasaurconspiranoic · 2 years

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Jessica: I´m so drunk and i´m telling everyone i love them.

Matt: And why you don´t telling me that?

Jessica: Cause i´m drunk not stupid.

#Jessica Jones #marvel #marvel series #marvel shows #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #aka jessica jones #defenders #the defenders #incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes

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thecatduet422 · 1 year

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35 + 36 for AKA Knight if that's something you'd be interested in?

Uh, hell yeah it is! Tho, imma combine the two into one story, if that's okay. (Warning: Cursing. It's Jessica)

Based on this

#35. Filthy & #36. Total Control

How the fuck did she get here.

Jessica couldn't help but think about, as the stink of trash sunk into her jacket and got into her hair. She couldn't bring herself to get up just yet, not after getting her ass handed to her in a bar fight.

Truth be told, it was embarrassing. On any other day she could've taken on a couple of meatheads, easily. But, it's been a bad day. She drank more than usual. More, more than usual. So, she was sluggish. She couldn't throw a punch for shit, and the assholes threw her out and tossed her here.

In the dumpster, where all the other filthy shitstains go...

And really, she knew how she got here. She remembered going about her night, doing her job as usual, and then seeing the damn fucking billboard.

The damn, fucking billboard.

WayneTech was advertising their new home security system. There's been ads for it all over Gotham media, but honestly, Jessica couldn't give two shits about it. It wasn't even in the forefront of her brain to begin with, until...

The damn fucking billboard of Bruce Wayne, in his million dollar suit and 'I'm-a-serious-businessman' smirk.

And again, Jessica still wouldn't have given a shit, if it wasn't for the damn purple lights pointing directly at the thing.

And then the logo.

Waynetech. Have total control.

A new thing they were trying out...

Jessica hated it.

"What're you doing here, Jones?" A shadow of a person came into her sight, disrupting Jessica's view of the Gotham night sky and her self wallowing.

"Hey, Todd," Jessica dryly greeted, recognizing his voice. "Nothing, just catching the view."

"Huh." Jason leaned his elbows against the dumpster's edge, not bothering to look up. "Must be some view."

"Yup," she popped.

Silence weighed over them, Jessica debating on whether to say more, and Jason waiting for her to decide.

"It's been a rough day," Jessica relented quietly.

"Yeah." Jason held out a hand for her to grab. "Let's get you home."

#catduet writes #aka knight #jessica jones fanfiction #jason todd fanfiction #jessica jones x jason todd #dc × marvel crossover

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