who is in control

Jessica Jones, Private Investigator.

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devils don’t fly | jess&trish

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radiohosttrish:

“I don’t know, I think you’re doing pretty well now,” Trish replied with a simple shrug. She knew that Jess had been having more clients and as far as she was told the times her friend stayed away were because she was busy with work – although they could very easily be just excuses. Jess was a terrible liar, especially to her, but she knew how to be sneaky when she wanted to.

“Well, not on your own, but if he didn’t register it means he believes people like you deserve privacy. It was a bold move, I would never expect someone wearing stars and stripes to defy our government,” Trish commented, the respect for the heroic legend obvious in her voice. She felt like Jessica could be like that, but she wouldn’t want to wear costumes. Too bad.

At the denial to go after IGH’S records, she sighed heavily. “It’s your past. And with more pressure on superpowered people, what do you think will happen if they release it for some reason? What if the government somehow knows?” Yes, she had been stressing out about that for a while.

Jessica shrugged and didn’t say anything. Trish was right, though. She had been getting more cases, but some people had the nerve to bring up what she had done with Kilgrave, hoping that she’d kill people for them since they were heartbroken by her discoveries. It got on her nerves and she avoided talking about such cases with Trish, mainly about how she felt about it. She did feel haunted by killing someone. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but after so many deaths, there was only one reasonable thing to do; mainly after Kilgrave had gotten his disgusting hands on Trish - after that, Jess had only one thing in mind.

“You know I don’t work well with others.” Jessica said, licking her lips and watching the tv. It wasn’t like she was going after the heroes who hadn’t accepted being registered and start a team of her own to fight against the government. “He’s laying low, Trish. What makes you think I should be the bold one to make a stand? I’m nobody next to him. And in fact, I’d rather remain like this.” Being off radar meant she was safe, or as safe as someone like her would ever be. Putting her face out there, though, meant being involved in things she didn’t really want to be involved. Jessica knew Trish would be involved if she could, but Jess was nothing like her.

“The government doesn’t care about the supers who are not destroying things or putting people’s lives at harm, Trish. People know what I’ve done to Kilgrave, but the fact that they don’t come after me is because Kilgrave was a worse threat than me.” Jessica hated having this conversation with Trish, but apparently Trish would never let go of this. “Is it so hard for you to understand I don’t want to go back? Can’t I live my life in the present?” The past was too horrible to go back to. 

Life with her family hadn’t been great, but it had been happy, but after the accident and blaming herself for her family’s death and living with Trish’s mother had been horrible at first. They had found something in each other and they had lived some happy years together and Jessica was sure her past would be buried forever. However, Kilgrave happened, and now this, with the superpowered people being hunted down. It was tough as it was already, why did Trish couldn’t let her breathe?

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I’m not leaving you alone.

I’ll be more alone if you die.

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crime-fighting-spider-guy:

He gently took the phone back, a little sheepish at the snappy tone. “I wasn’t watching it. The feeds are flooded with it.” he muttered, fidgeting with the phone the social anxiety that plagued him when meeting intimidating people crawling up his neck. “I’m a bit off put by it, if I’m being honest.” he looked over at her, “But it’s nice to know there’s still some sensible people in this world.” he held out his hand. “I’m Peter, by the way. Parker-” He really needed to stop saying his last name when introducing himself to random strangers.

“Do you mind if I ask you a few question for my psych 101 paper? It’s about how these videos are using fear of the unknown to affect and influence our views on Homo Superior. It could also aid him in his search for some recent runaway teens who showed signs of their mutations appearing. But that part was more his secret that no one else needed to know.

Jessica had to admit the boy had a point; everywhere was showing the video of the mutant kid who set himself on fire: news, internet, even radio shows like Trish’s had talked about it. It was quite hard to tune it down when everyone was talking about it. At the boy’s introduction, Jessica rose an eyebrow, wondering why on earth this kid was being all talkative with her, but she guessed it would do no harm to just reply. “I’m Jessica Jones.” She shook his hand quickly before letting go and putting both hands in her pockets.

Jessica was ready to leave, to walk away, to go to a convenience store and buy some booze before returning home, but the boy kept talking. She deadpanned for a moment before sighing annoyingly. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” She shrugged and looked at the boy once more. “So? What are the questions?”

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ophidlucca:

Lucca let out a quiet chuckle. “I’ll drink to that,” he said, raising his beer and taking a chug as he watched the woman out of the corner of his eye. “I care about the price of chips too, sometimes we need something to go with the booze,” he added as an afterthought, shrugging. It was good to talk with a kindred spirit who didn’t roll their eyes whenever he said shit like that.

“I’m Lucca, by the way. I suppose we could care about names at least, or is that too much caring again?” He grinned. “You call the shots, lady.”

Jessica opened a small smirk and raised her glass as well. At his comment, she hummed, but shrugged. She didn’t care much about food; she ate, but she’d drink alcohol as if it was water, not to mention that she didn’t care what the food was. “Chips are okay, I guess.” She chucked down her glass before asking for another one at the bartender. At the man’s introduction, Jessica looked at him and leveled him for a moment. Even though he had said he didn’t care, he had already shared what he studied and his name.

“Jessica.” She said, simply, thinking the boy deserved at least that, since she hadn’t shared anything more with him. Besides, being on a first name basis wasn’t so bad. “So, why are you drinking alone this fine evening?” She said a bit sarcastically, but truth was, she couldn’t exactly tune down her own profession; the curiosity got the best of her each time.

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devils don’t fly | jess&trish

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radiohosttrish:

Trish hummed noncommittally at Jessica’s excuse; it didn’t matter at that point whether it was true or not, at least they could spend some time together. She tilted her head to glare at her friend for all the complaints about the show, although that was already expected from a grumpy PI. “Well, my actual sources don’t want to teach me, I gotta learn somewhere,” she countered.

“And alright, that was a bad episode, but they have some interesting cases. This one was easy to guess, though, obviously the guy was going after women who looked like his mother, that’s cliche,” she sighed, motioning around with the remote control. “You know how much I like detective stories. I’m glad you’re finding work to do as well, I think it’s the most stable job you’ve ever had.” Not that the bar was too high for that anyway.

Trish bit her lip, hesitating before speaking again. “You know you could do better, right? Find more important stuff to work with, see how we can take this registration thing down… not to mention the IGH investigation you keep refusing to get into.”

Jessica looked at Trish at her comment but said nothing. She had time and time again told Trish she was not going to teach her friend how to be a detective. It was annoying enough to have Malcolm say he was his employee and trying to learn anything he could from Jessica. However, it wasn’t because it was annoying that she didn’t teach Trish, but mostly because she worried where her friend might put herself into if she tried. Trish was brave and, to some extent, reckless, and Jessica feared for her.

“Cliché, but they can’t really mess up cliche, can they?” Jessica said with a shrug. Better an episode with a cliche that was well made, than an episode with something new that made no sense whatsoever. At the comment about her job, Jessica sighed. “It may be the longest job I’ve ever had, but it’s far from stable.” Jobs came often, even more so after Kilgrave’s death, but some were crazy or stupid and she didn’t accept the job.

Jessica looked at Trish then, but quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to talk about that. “If people like Captain America, who was a national hero, couldn’t take the registration down, what makes you think I can? Besides, it’s easier to be off radar.” Jessica was never hiding. After Kilgrave, more so. However, she feared of what could happen if she tried to fight the registration. People might come for Trish or even if she wasn’t around to protect her, Jessica would feel worthless for not being there for her. “And I told you already I don’t want to know about the IGH. What good would it do to find more about it anyway?”

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radiohosttrish:

Trish didn’t say anything for another long moment, tracking Jessica’s movements with interested blue eyes. It was always a relief to have the other woman back in her life, but it also made her nervous. No one could blame her for harboring hopes after Kilgrave’s death, right? She had tried her best, had accepted that perhaps things had changed too much, but whenever Jess was near she felt complete.

Those were thoughts she never dared to say aloud, however. She knew her lover best friend better than anyone else and perhaps was one of the few who recognized how compassionate and self-sacrificing Jess could be under that hard exterior. After everything, Jess probably still blamed herself and bringing up painful subjects could be the push to send her away forever. Trish couldn’t risk it.

“You know you can pick up the phone and call sometimes, no need to climb up to my balcony like good old Romeo to ask how I am,” she said, in that usual tone that was both admonishing and soft. She could never be too angry at her most intimate friend. “But I’ve been alright. Watching old reruns of Criminal Minds, trying to learn how to be a good detective. They’re about to catch the killer.”

Jessica rolled her eyes at Trish’s words, but it had been hard to call when she was trying to keep her distance. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to stay away - again - but sometimes it was too difficult to endure life and Trish didn’t deserve anything of this shit that came up with Jessica being a screwed up, gifted bitch.

“I’ve been busy with a case. Wanted to finish it before contacting you.” It was only half a lie. She could very well manage her job while keeping up with Trish - talking to her on a daily basis, visiting her, going out for coffee, or a stroll just to sight see. However, she had been engrossed in a case in an attempt to stop herself from calling Trish or even going to her place. It had worked up until she finished the job and she had nothing else to do for a couple days more. One thing led to another and there Jessica was once more.

Looking at the TV, Jessica scoffed, crossing her arms as if offended. “You know full well that these shows are bullshit. It’s mostly written by man who have no idea how detectives work or how simple things in life work. Don’t you remember that episode about the ‘expensive’ bra-” At this she rolled her eyes even harder. “- that not only was not expensive, but was the main point in the whole story? It sucked. You shouldn’t watch this to learn how to catch bad guys.” Not that Jessica would help Trish to ever learn how to do what she did, but the TV show was crap anyway and, well, Jessica had to complain about something.

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He'll always be with you.

“You know what? Fuck you. He’s dead.” And he still showed up in her dreams or whenever she had a panic attack. He was always there and he’d always be there.

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Trish is better without you.

“Oh, I didn’t realise my mind had a voice of its own now. What are you gonna say now? That I’m an alcoholic? Or that I push people away? Please, tell me something I don’t know.”

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Try to break my muse in five words or less.

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she used to be mine // sara bareilles

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crime-fighting-spider-guy:

Peter actually wasn’t all too shocked. Living in New York all his life prepared him for such a response. He laughed to himself then nodded to the weird lady, but ended up headbutting his raised phone and sending it across to her as it slipped from his hand. The contents of the video plastered on his feed played, the phone face up on the ground as the mutant lit aflame and then what people had assumed were the cops showed up to snatch him away. “Oh crap, my phone.” he muttered, then frowned at the video, having watched it before to try and investigate whether or not it was important enough for Spider-Man to check in on it. He was still very much on the fence about it.

Jessica would have ignored the kid if his phone hadn’t all but flown to her. She watched the video, a frown on her face. She had seen it on the news already. It had nothing to do with her, not really. He was a mutant, born that way. He wasn’t like her; created, made, experienced on. Still, the situation could have been the same if years ago Jessica had been careless. Actually, she had been very careless throughout the years, but back then, people’d rather turn a blind eye than to acknowledge she was ‘gifted’ - or a freak, according to the people saying bad things about this teenage boy.

“Here.” Jessica took the phone and gave to the boy, wondering if the one from the video had the same age as the one in front of her. “Watching these videos will only give more publicity to cases like that.” She said, pursing her lips. Unfortunately, society loved things like that, loved to watch others suffer, and adding more and more views to these videos would only make people more prone to try and find similar situations, and that was a shitty thing to do.

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ophidlucca:

“Lawyer. Future lawyer, actually, but we start learning how to be cold-hearted early on just to make sure,” Lucca said with a hint of sarcasm – just a hint, as there was some truth to it. He cared about little other than his own survival and comfort. Still he couldn’t help but feel slightly remorseful when the woman mentioned the school with such disdain, not letting it show on his face.

“Well, we can not give a shit together then, caring is too much trouble,” he continued, raising his shot glass in cheers. Damn, she was strong holding her liquor. He ordered a beer while she went on with her strong drinks. “What else are we not giving a shit about today? The economy?”

A future lawyer. She rose an eyebrow, pursing her lips, already bristling at the thought. However, the boy was honest enough to say they were all cold-hearted sons-of-bitches - that part Jessica added, but there was no lie there. In the end, the boy was still a student apparently, so he wouldn’t be able to sue her or anything; and even if he did, she could certainly scare him off.

“I see.” She said, raising an eyebrow before drinking a bit of her drink. She opened a lopsided smile at the boy’s question, but she did not turn to look at him again. “The economy can go fuck itself. I’ll just care about it when the price of the booze starts to go up.” Which was basically her life motto. She already spent too much money on booze - it took her a lot to actually get drunk and sometimes she just needed to get drunk - so it was obvious she’d care if it got even pricier. 

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“You could have told me.” - Trish Walker, 2x09