#i saw that tag and nearly choked on my coffee with the image that popped in my head }

[joonessence]

The cough drop // jjk

summary: Jungkook enchants you from the second he catches your eyes from the stage of the small venue. You already know you’re gonna be falling in too deep. 

wc: 2,427

tags: jk fluff i guess idk what to call this, band au 

notes: this is way longer than i meant for it to be but it was so fun to write, also let me know if i should make it into a series??? possibly??  part 2 is here!

You had gone to a show with your friends for some unknown band. You’re sitting at a high table with your head supported by your hand; you’d had a long day at work and just wanted to go home. You stared at your untouched drink that had been set there by your friends earlier that night thinking of exactly which pyjamas you were going to change into when you got home; you couldn’t wait. Looking up, someone was already staring at you, eyes partially shielded by his drenched hair. He’s overwhelming from the second you meet eyes.

Your breath caught unexpectedly in your throat causing you to choke and cough. You feel your cheeks burning as you try to regulate your breathing. Once you find your natural state again, you glance up to see him still staring at you but his lips are curled up in a smirk. 

You try to carry on as usual for the rest of the night until it’s acceptable for you to excuse yourself to go home but you feel his eyes on you. You turn to look at him again only to discover that he’s walking in your direction, holding something in his hand. In under a second you decide to act indifferent towards him, already expecting him to pester you. When he reaches you, he taps your shoulder and holds out his hand.

“Here, you looked like you needed this earlier.” His words sound sweet but the sly smile on his face betrays him; it’s not what you were expecting.

You look down in his hand to find a cough drop. Inside, you want to laugh but you can’t give him the satisfaction. You look up with your best blank stare.

“Do you just carry these around so that you have a reason to talk to unsuspecting girls?”

The stranger laughs so loudly at that, throwing his head back and grabbing onto your table to steady himself. When he calms down, he opens the wrapper to the cough drop and pops it into his mouth. 

“No, but that was funny! I keep them for after we get off stage and my throat is scratchy,” he says with the cough drop pushed against his cheek. “What’s your name?”

You’re quiet as you try to analyze him, searching for his true intention behind talking to you. When you’re silent for a beat too long, he continues.

“I’m Jungkook, my band is the one that was playing earlier.” He looks smug, like he’s trying to impress you.

“That’s nice, Jungkook, but if you’ll excuse me I’ll be getting back to my friends now.” You say it like you mean it, but you don’t really mean it. You meet his eyes and he throws his head back again as if you’ve just said the world’s funniest joke.

“Babe, I’ve been looking at you for a while; you’re not even interested in talking to them. I thought I’d come here and offer you my companionship.” He’s still smiling and his eyes are twinkling, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into his charm.

“What makes you think I want the companionship of a stranger,” you point at him, almost poking him in the chest, then move your hand to refer to the other people sitting at your table, “over my friends?”

“Well, by the way you lost your breath when I looked at you earlier, I’d hazard a guess that you wanna talk to me.” He looks so pleased when your cheeks flame up.

“I’ll have you know that I’m getting over a cold and THAT is why I was coughing,” you say hoping he doesn’t see through your lie.

He laughs and puts his hands up, in mock defeat while reaching for something from his back pocket. He pulls out a pen and leans over to the table to scribble something on the wrapper of the cough drop. 

“Well, when you decide you want to talk to me, here’s my number,” Jungkook states while sliding the wrapper over to you.

“If. If I decide to talk to you,” you correct.

He smiles softly and shakes his head, you almost mistake it as an endeared action but you know your eyes must be deceiving you. 

“Okay, if you decide to talk to me, there it is,” Jungkook says as he’s walking backwards to get back to his table, still looking at you. 

You let out a shaky breath, glad that you’re by yourself again. Only, you think to yourself, he wasn’t as bad as you thought he’d be. You know you’ll decide to text him later but what he doesn’t know yet won’t kill him. You finally excuse yourself from your friends, eager to get home and on your drive back you can’t get Jungkook out of your head. His sparkling eyes, the piercings that line his ears, the tattoos he has on display. His image and his words are engraved in your brain.

You throw your keys onto the coffee table when you get back to your apartment and head to your room. You look at the wrapper with Jungkook’s number written on it. Trying to convince yourself that you have no idea why you took it is futile, you know exactly why you did. Against all logic, you take your phone and type a message to him.

[you]: DONT take this as me deciding to talk to you 

[you]: i was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that i liked his voice

You laugh to yourself for a second before worrying he won’t get that you aren’t serious. You set your phone down and try to push down the regret that’s spreading throughout your body. Your phone dings and you reach for it immediately. 

[coughkook]: oooh :( my wounded feelings i’ll never recover

[coughkook]: i won't be tell anyone anything

[coughkook]: but

[coughkook]: you can come to our next gig and maybe i’ll let you talk to him

You roll your eyes at his last message. “Let you talk to him,” you scoff and look at your phone when it dings again.

[coughkook]: it’s next friday at 8 i’ll send the address

You don’t respond after he sends it, wanting to keep Jungkook on his toes. Truthfully, you’ve already decided to go and are drafting up an excuse to cancel the plans you had with your friends.

You don’t talk to Jungkook for the next five days, until you show up to the address he sent you. You take a seat halfway between the stage and the door and look around to find Jungkook on stage with his band members. He’s talking to the buff member you mentioned to him last week, the one you thought was cute but not nearly as enchanting as Jungkook. He spots you and leaps down the stairs of the stage, god he’s so cute.

“You came,” he says with a big, too bright smile compared to the dark atmosphere of the small venue. “We go on in like, ten minutes; I hope you’re ready to be blown away.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Jungkook needs his ego taken down a notch or two but you still find him captivating.

“Yeah, yeah just go warm up,” you say with false annoyance and send him a small grin.

He runs back to the stage and gives you a thumbs up and that same blinding smile. Your head shakes involuntarily but in your head, you know you’re locked in for good. When the lights to the venue dim even more, you sit up straight to capture every moment of Jungkook while he’s performing. You’re not ready for the next 45 minutes you experience. Jungkook’s voice is so beautiful and so full of every emotion you can think of. You can’t look away even if you tried to. Is it the stage lights or is he actually glowing? His presence overpowers everything. The way he moves with a purpose on the stage, his hand pushing his hair out of his face every so often, his eyes locking with yours. You won’t forget any of it.

When Jungkook and his band are done, he looks to you and holds up his index finger to let you know he’ll be back in a moment. You’re thankful, you feel like you need an infinite amount of time to wrap your head around what happened enough for you to speak coherent sentences. Jungkook walks around the side of the stage and practically floats to you. As he gets closer to your table he points to a full glass of water you had ordered for him earlier with a smile and shoots his eyebrows up, as if to ask if it was for him. You motion for him to go ahead and he downs the whole glass in one go. Endearingly shaking your head at him has become second nature to you by now. He slams the glass down on the table and clears his throat.

“Well?” he asks, expectantly.

“Well what?” you reply knowing what he’s asking for but playing dumb anyway.

“Well what did you think?” you’re silent so he continues, “Of us? Of me?”

“Oh that! Yeah, it was good, I guess.” It was more than good but you don’t want to inflate his already too large ego. 

“Just ‘good’? You were on the edge of your seat the whole time! You basically fell out of the chair!” he says, exasperatedly. He narrows his eyes at you, “I see right through you, you know.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you say and hop off your chair. You push his shoulder to direct him to the table where his band members are. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me anyway?”

He groans but leads you there where he introduces you to them. It’s obvious that they’re more like friends than bandmates. There’s four in the band with him, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin, and two friends Yoongi and Taehyung. You decide within a few minutes you like them all a lot. 

“So you met Kookie at our last gig, right?” Namjoon asks. He’s the buff one.

“Ah, yeah. He bothered me until I gave in and messaged him, didn’t you ‘Kookie’? ” you joke and turn your head to see him roll his eyes and huff.

“Sounds like him, when are you gonna stop bothering strangers?” Hoseok directs to Jungkook. 

“I can’t believe you guys are actually falling for this! I had her swooning for me the second she saw me,” Jungkook retaliates.

You wish what he said wasn’t true but you know it is. And seeing him with his friends doesn’t help the growing feelings in your chest. You spend the rest of the night talking with them and learning every embarrassing piece of information you can about Jungkook, you’ll use it all later. Way too often do you lose yourself in staring at Jungkook. He’s too alluring for his own good. When the night comes to an end, Jungkook offers you a ride home. Normally, you wouldn’t accept but you couldn’t refuse the way he begged you to go with him. In the car, Jungkook complains about how you spent too much time talking to his friends rather than him.

“Wait… did you think I was there for you?” You cover your mouth in faux embarrassment to accompany your act.

Jungkook’s head turns towards you. He’s got his mouth open in shock and he’s trying to come up with words when you take pity on him.

“I’m just kidding, Jungkook. Of course I went for you. You were really good,” you flush pink as you say it but not as pink as Jungkook flushes when he hears it.

“Thank you,” he mumbles and you laugh out loud.

The rest of the ride is spent with you teasing him for getting jealous and him teasing you back for getting so caught up in watching him. Neither of you deny it because you both know you can’t. Jungkook rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building and looks at you.

“I’ll message you when I get home, okay?”

You nod and let out a breathy “okay.” You thank him and tell him goodnight and walk up the stairs to the lobby of the building. You turn to look at him and he gives you a confused look.

“Why aren’t you going in yet?” he shouts.

You laugh loudly. “I wanna watch you drive away!”

He makes a face and you giggle. 

“Get back in your car, Kookie.” You shoo him with your hand.

He laughs to himself and it's his turn to shake his head at you but he listens to your instructions anyway. You watch him drive off until you can’t. You can’t think straight so much that you might as well levitate up to your apartment. Jungkook makes you dizzy. You’re not even sure how you changed out of your clothes and got into bed with less than half a brain left. You don’t wait long for Jungkook’s message.

[coughkook]: i’m home :)

[coughkook]: thanks for coming <3

You smile to yourself and respond wasting no time.

[you]: thanks for inviting me! :)

[coughkook]: come to our next one?

[coughkook]: if you can

[coughkook]: the boys liked you, thought you were funny. they want you to come again

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s ego again.

[you]: hmm the boys or you?

[coughkook]: the boys AND me want you to come again

Your heart beats faster in your chest. You weren’t expecting Jungkook to be so honest, so quickly. You definitely would go again, definitely will go again, actually. 

[you]: oooh you like me so much

[you]: i’ll come

[coughkook]: ugh

[coughkook]: yes but i know you like me too so we’re even

[you]: hm

[you]: that’s fine with me

[coughkook]: good

[coughkook]:i’ll text you in the morning, goodnight <3

[you]: goodnight kookie

You assume he won’t see it until morning but you send him another message anyway but you’re surprised to see that he responds immediately. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep or could he not sleep because he was replaying every moment he had with you, the same way you were doing with him.

[you]: i wasn’t sick

[coughkook]: i know LOL you thought i was pretty didn’t you?

[you]: ugh yes but i know you think i’m pretty too so we’re even

Your face burns at Jungkook’s last message of the night. 

[coughkook]: yeah but even if we weren’t even i would still think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve seen

[maxdark158]

OOOH two chapters in one week??? damn even i’m jealous. of myself. though this also isn’t edited so i might read it tomorrow morning and regret life, soooo

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

The large plant in the street wasn’t promising.

Neither was the very loud scream of pain they heard as they arrived to the scene.

Damian might’ve popped some knuckles when he clenched his fists, he wasn’t fully paying attention. What the ever-loving fucking hell in a fuck was Ivy doing? Harley best not be here too or Damian may strangle both of them for coming near his Angel.

Deep fucking breaths I’m going to fucking lose it-

When they arrived, father signaled a quick “to first two follow” plan and he and Grayson went ahead, leaving Damian and Drake on the roof. Damian itched to jump and move forward. The worry was awful, filling his mind with the most unrealistic of thoughts. He tried to correct them, prove them wrong, but they were overwhelming.

What if I check through her window to make sure she’s in there and oka- he didn’t know which room she had and it would take too long.

What if the scream was hers- It was deeper, male sounding.

What if she was crushed under that plant- She wouldn’t be, right? There wasn’t any evidence of someone being under there-

What if she’s hurt? Afraid? Dying?

He heard yelling. Angry yelling, in a male voice. The constricting worry reminded him of every dangerous male villain in Gotham right now. He went through a list of those currently MIA, those who might’ve yelled. It didn’t make sense, no villain sighting was reported aside from Ivy…

But it was possible.

And the possibility made Damian want to puke.

He had to move he had to do something. He jumped down. It hadn’t been enough time yet but he didn’t care. He heard Drake hiss something in warning about Batman’s orders or something Damian didn’t fucking care about, because he had to see for himself. He had to walk in there and he had to make sure she was okay.

Before he could go in, he saw Ivy walk out through the door. What?! he moved to intercept her before seeing the blood going down her leg- What the fucking fuck happened?! Why was she bleeding?

Ivy raised a brow when she saw him. “I got a pass this time, bird. Might want to help them in there.”

The sick feeling returned. He didn’t want to trust a villain, a criminal… but Ivy wasn’t the most horrible.

He eyed the blood, the worried weeds supplying images of his Angel bleeding in the same way. Ivy was not the worst that could happen… His mind went through that handy list of villains again. Many much worse than Ivy.

Damian turned away from Ivy. Father and Grayson shattered the window the plant hadn’t gone through, he made a motion toward it before Drake grabbed his shoulder.

“Let go of me you-“

“If you’re going to disobey Batman, at least let me go with you,” Drake looked exasperated. “You’re focused on your friend, right? Someone needs to watch your ass then.”

Damian glared before prying Drake’s hand off his shoulder. If he wanted to follow, fine. Damian wouldn’t stop him. He went through the broken window and finally entered the hotel.

The vending machine was unplugged and face down on the ground, glass surrounding it. Ivy’s giant plant was in the middle of the room, steam thicker than the pot it previously inhabited and petals as big as the Batmobile’s tires. Other miscellaneous things were strewn across the room, including cut hair near the elevator.

But what had Damian’s heart pounding was the playing cards. Playing cards that were embedded in the walls and the front desk and the floor. Razor sharp playing cards. A certain villain’s playing cards.

Fucking fucking shit fuck bitch ass fuck-

“Father,” Damian’s voice was surprisingly level as he spoke. His eyes landed on the fucking purple suited clown mother fucker himself. “What is Joker doing here?”

Father however seemed to be answering something Grayson must have said, “It appears she was rescuing…”

Ivy was rescuing.

Ivy was helping.

Damian’s eyes scanned the room right as someone else made themselves known.

Marinette!

The air left his lungs. She looked worse for wear, dark circles under her eyes and blood- fucking hell blood on her person. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and Damian wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Help her.

He opened his mouth to speak, stepping toward her.

She began to sob.

As if Damian somehow needed to panic even more.

“I’m sorry,” the words were quietly choked out between hics and sobs. “I’m a hor- horrible person and-”

“Hey now,” Grayson took a step closer, trying to comfort her. Damian’s feet were stuck to the floor, the words stuck in his mouth, preventing him from doing the same. “I’m sure you’re not-”

She held up her hands, showing the blood on them. Damian inhaled sharply when he saw the bits of glass embedded into her palm – the green haired fuck hurt her.

“I broke his leg,” she took a big gulp of air. Damian bit back the words and he deserved it. “With a rock. And I threw things at him. A chocolate bar, a cookie, a phone, a lamp, a vending machine-”

“A vending machine?” His father glanced at the vending machine on the ground. Damian didn’t bother trying to decipher his expression, Marinette was turning red and gasping between her sobs. She needed to breathe.

“Miss, please calm down,” Grayson began to step toward her. Damian’s feet finally moved, and he began surging toward her as well.

She fell, nearly hitting her head on the way down. Damian caught her before she could though, barely. Fuck, she needed to breathe like yesterday.

“I’m terrible, horrible, I shouldn’t have done this,” the words used the last of her breath and were only a whisper.

Panic made his throat feel stuck and his voice thick. “Angel,” Damian spoke as calmly as he could. “You need to breathe.”

She didn’t breathe.

oooOOOooo

Usually, lack of sleep was associated with the coffee obsessed Drake, but it seemed Damian’s own mind was determined to show him what it was like to live like a lunatic. He wasn’t able to sleep even when he tried, though he didn’t try that much either. He’s pretty sure he spent an hour staring at his weedkiller order – an order that somehow got lost in Kentucky – wishing it to suddenly appear at the front gate. Then again after coming home, most of the night was a blur.

He rubbed his eyes and let his thoughts wander through the memories of last night. Or, early morning technically.

Marinette looked delicate and broken on the stretcher as she was loaded into the ambulance. Damian had to turn his head away. He saw Drake and Todd looking at him, but he didn’t want their fucking pity.

She’d be fine.

She had to be.

After Angel had passed out, she began to breathe again. She immediately got medical attention for her injuries, riding in a different ambulance than Joker, who also got medical attention at Arkham. Damian wanted nothing more than to skin him alive as he left, but he avoided doing it for the time being. Barely.

“There’s some of Joker’s laughing shit over here, B-man.”

“Have Red Robin neutralize it. We’ll have to check the tapes and see if anyone was affected.”

“Besides the guy who’s body we found behind the desk, I don’t think anyone else got hit. But good call. Red Robin, over here!”

Drake got the security camera feed and Damian saw the entirety of what happened in the hotel lobby. His Angel fought bravely and intelligently, though he couldn’t say he was a fan of the bitch who left her behind.

“Why did she go for the elevator? I’d hate being stuck in there with the Joker. And she let her classmate just fight?”

“Maybe she called for help once she got away. And even if she didn’t, we can’t judge a teenager for panicking in this situation, Tim. Damian’s friend is an anomaly.”

“I don’t know… too bad the cameras don’t have audio, I wonder what she’s saying before they realize that Joker is there.”

“Are you able to read her lips?”

“Golly jee I wish I fucking thought of that! Thanks for reminding me to read her lips on this old and grainy camera footage where you can barely tell her eyes from her nose!”

“Jesus Replacement, no need to bite my head off.”

Damian looked into it,and found that no calls were made to the police until the plant fell through the window. The calls then were about Ivy appearing, deduced by people nearby who saw the plant. That good for nothing bitch left my Angel with the Joker-

“No calls were made by anyone within the hotel. All the calls were made by people on the street or living nearby who saw the plant.”

“Hmm… Odd…”

“…I’m sorry but how the fuck did someone sleep through a giant ass plant breaking the main floor windows? How?!”

“Maybe it’s a French secret.”

He shook his head. After they got all the information, father decided to send the French children back early and pay for it himself. Damian, internally, knew why. He painted a target on Angel’s back, if she didn’t have one before.

“You realize he heard you, right?”

“What do you want, Todd?”

“Fucks’ sake demon spawn, listen to me. Joker heard you call her Angel.”

“…”

“I was already aware of that. I’ve made plans to have the class moved back in Paris. If it gets around, She’ll be an ocean away and more difficult to harm.”

“Alright, B. Was just trying to warn Demon Spawn.”

“Maybe next time he won’t fuck up.”

“Tim, no need to be harsh.”

“It’s vigilante 101, Bruce. Damian’s been doing this for years.”

“Perhaps instead of being berated for a mistake he didn’t intend, you should let Master Damian retire to his room to rest.”

Damian grumbled to himself, trying to push the intrusive awful worrisome thoughts out of his head. The ones that said maybe going back to Paris wouldn’t be enough to protect her. The ones that said Joker would want revenge, the ones that-

The ones that he wasn’t fucking listening to right now thank you very fucking much!

Damian sighed to himself. He needed some sleep. After handling the news, getting the class handled, and looking into everything involving Joker’s break in at the hotel he was told to get to bed as the sun began rising. It hadn’t really worked, as now a few hours later he was debating stealing some of Drake’s coffee to make it through the day.

Because he did have one very important task to do today. He needed to check on his Angel, and say goodbye to her. He had her number of course, and they could text as often as possible for the two of them, but he still needed to see her. See her and apologize for how horrible this trip must’ve turned out for her.

I’m bad luck, being near me ruined her trip.

Damian went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, ignoring that train of thought.

Riddler attacked her when I was there. Joker appeared after I dropped her off. I made her unlucky. I got her hurt.

It’d be easier to ignore that train of thought if it weren’t so fucking loud.

Time felt blurry right now. Probably because he was tired. But soon he was dressed in a hoodie and sunglasses, disguised so he didn’t get mobbed by paparazzi while visiting his Angel in the hotel. He was pulling his shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

“What do you want?” The knocking bounced in his head and made it hurt. Maybe he had a migraine, he wasn’t sure.

“Such a nice way to say good morning Demon Spawn,” Todd strolled in like he fucking owned the place and leaned against the wall next to the door. Damian wondered what it’d be like to have Jon’s laser sight so he could glare at Todd and kill him.

“You didn’t have permission to come in.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to.”

“Tough shit,” Todd rolled his eyes. “…You… alright?”

Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “Why are you asking something like that?”

“Your friend got attacked and is leaving the city because of a target on her back. Which, while I did point out that you called her a petname in front of Joker-“

“It isn’t a petname-“

“-It isn’t your fault.”

The words starkly contrasted Damian’s internal beliefs and he had to blink a few moments to make sure what he heard was real. Because what the fuck? Why would Todd try to convince him his fuck up somehow wasn’t his fucking fault!?

“It’s… not my fault that I stupidly revealed a relationship connection to a civilian in front of one of the worst villains this city has suffered?”

“Okay, that was all you, smartass,” Todd sighed. “but the other shit isn’t your fault. You didn’t hurt her, the fucked up clown did. You didn’t put her in danger, her fucking teacher and class did by abandoning her. You’re at fault for your actions, not other people’s, so if you’re blaming yourself then fucking stop. Freckles’d probably get upset if you were using her to hate yourself.”

“What on this planet makes you think I’m doing that?!” Damian’s voice rose in a snap, hypocritically, because he realized as he spoke the words that he… kind of was doing that.

Fucking feelings and fucking worry and fucking weeds in his head were the reason, of course, but he… was… fuck, he’s tired isn’t he?

“I died, Demon Spawn.” Damian raised a brow at Todd, waiting for the halfwit to continue. “Bruce and I… aren’t on the best of terms, but I did realize he… he did that. Where what Joker did was his fault. I’m not happy the fucker is still alive, but that doesn’t mean Bruce was the one who killed me. No that was all Joker.”

“What does that have to do with anything again?” Damian really just wanted Todd out of his room and not talking about things in the past. He totally understood his point and everything, but it wasn’t anything a gallon sized bottle of weedkiller wouldn’t fix.

“Wow, you must be really tired, damn,” the fucker smirked before his expression changed into something less asshole-ish. “I’m saying that if you’re blaming yourself for what the Joker did to Freckles, stop it. The fucker lost a leg and she’s on her way to the hotel from the hospital now.”

Wait.

Wait what?

“Wait what?!” Damian wasn’t even sure which one he was reacting to – the news that Angel was okay or the news that the Joker was permanently damaged.

Angel’s self defense might’ve permanently helped Gotham?!

Okay maybe he knew what he was reacting to.

Todd turned to leave like a fucking dickhead and Damian could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked away. “Check the news for the Joker thing and ask Alfred to take you to Freckles in like an hour.”

Damian was smart enough to realize that not checking out of spite for Todd would only disadvantage himself.

He still only checked a couple minutes later though. After glaring at his phone willing himself to somehow know without checking.

He needing headache pills.

oooOOOooo

The Unnamed Teenager That Defeated The Riddler Cripples Joker!

Just days after beating The Riddler at his own game, the same teenage girl holds off The Joker until Batman arrives!

“We had to amputate him below the knee,” Arkham doctor says. “There was too much glass in the wound, it cut several muscles, tendons, and arties. The shattered bone didn’t help.”

French Teenager Unavailable for Comment.

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oooOOOooo

Damian had snuck through the lobby up to his Angel’s room. Some of her classmates were downstairs, but he hadn’t paid much attention to them, not caring at the moment.

The last memory he had of her was the blood on her hands and tears in her eyes before she fell to the floor. He wanted to change that, wanted to maybe even see if he could get her to smile. Though that felt ambitious…

He just… needed to make sure she was okay.

Damian knocked on Marinette’s hotel room door.

[infernalrevenge]

I’ll Cover You, My Love

Fandom: Choices - Foreign Affairs

Pairing: Ayna Seth x M!MC (Magnus Quezon)

Rating: T (for some self-deprecating stuff)

Summary: Ayna feels guilty about Magnus taking the brunt of the scandal, but he is having none of her negative talk.

Notes: Ayna betrayal plotline? Who's that? Never heard of her. That never happened. I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, here's a comfort fic for my favorite TA, because I will not take any Ayna slander, not even from Ayna herself. I would just like to say that before I locked in my scandal partner, I had such a hard time picking between Ayna and Blaine, but I went with the latter for maximum drama. Doesn’t mean I still can’t ship my current MC with Ayna though, because I can do what I want. I hope y’all enjoy!

Also hi, I know you asked to be tagged in this :P @robintora

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Ayna leaned against her hand propped up on her desk, the words on the paper she was reading starting to blur as she tried her best to stay awake. Ever since she saw the front page cover of the stupid tabloid and Magnus had been the talk of the proverbial town, she hadn’t been able to get a good night's rest as she was wracked with anger and guilt.

Anger at the people who have passed judgement on him so quickly, who decided they knew exactly what kind of person he was based on one stupid picture and the speculations not just on the company he kept, but also on his character...

...and guilt for not being there to take the fall with him. A part of her kept wondering what might have happened if she didn’t get the chance to cover her face the way she did that night. Another part wondered what would have happened if she had just come forward earlier, but Magnus quickly shot the idea down. He explained to her that it was for the best, that he wanted to protect her from the scrutiny.

"You don't have an entire PR team that can spin the story around or make sure it gets buried. This won't just ruin your image -- if you lose your job because of this, it could ruin your life. Please don't say anything to anyone. Let me do this for you, I can handle it," he told her the last time they talked in person. She knew he was just trying to reassure her, but even she can see through the sadness and stress in his eyes, despite the smile he gave then.

At the moment, she simply was not in the best state of mind, and adding to the pile the other things she had going on in her life... she was damn near close to bursting. She was just about to take another sip of coffee, desperate to stay awake, when she heard a knock on her office door. "Come in."

In popped up a familiar head of fiery red hair, his eyes seeming to dart around cautiously before realizing she was alone. A bright smile shone on his face as he came in, waving off to someone from behind the door.

"Magnus, what are you doing here?" Ayna yelped in surprise, standing up.

"I came to see you," he said like it was the most obvious thing, slowly closing the door behind him to make minimal sound.

"What, w-what if someone saw you? Someone might've tailed you o-or people might get suspicious--"

"Hey, don't worry," Magnus stepped toward her, laying his hand on top of hers. "If anyone saw me, they might just think I needed to talk to you about something -- you're also my academic advisor, after all. Plus, Tatum checked and not many other people are out there. I told him to take a short walk so people won't suspect that I’m here for too long."

"Yeah, but we need to be more careful still, I don't want you to--"

"Ayna, I promise I've got it covered, okay?" He squeezed her hand in his, and laid the other one on top. "Just trust me."

She looked up at him, sighing wearily as she let her shoulders relax and sat back down. The young man offered a smile of reassurance, taking a seat from across her desk and carrying it over to the other side to sit next to her. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Honestly? Not great,” she replied, leaning back as she glanced at her laptop screen, multiple windows and tabs opened. “This manuscript isn’t exactly easy to write,” she added with a chuckle. Working on it had been her way of distracting herself from other problems recently, but it wasn’t entirely successful. Her mind had still been brewing with “what-ifs” -- it was much easier to be told not to worry than to actually do it. But she didn’t want to dwell on herself for too long.

“What about you, though? I know the last few weeks have been...” she trailed off, looking down as she was unsure.

“It hasn’t been all bad. I did get Joaquin, after all.” Ah yes, that lynx he got at the pet store during that live interview. Ayna had tuned into it then, and she remembered her fists clenching when the host brought up the scandal unprompted. She almost wished she could have told off that nosy woman to keep out of his personal life, but the way he was able to take back control of it was quite an admirable sight.

“You wanna see pictures?” He excitedly brought out his phone, leaning closer to show her the whole album he had dedicated to the small feline.

“You’ve had him for all of two weeks and you’ve already taken, what, a hundred pictures?” She couldn’t help the amused laugh that escaped her, listening to him coo at nearly every photo he swept through -- some of Joaquin jumping around, some playing with toys, and even some with Dionne in the frame. She had to admit, the combination of the adorable pictures and the equally adorable sight of him describing each one did help lift her spirits a little.

“I can’t help being a proud papa now,” he said, stopping on the picture of the one he took of Joaquin’s first day in the suite. “He’s been helpful in... distracting me, I guess. He somehow just knows what I’m feeling, coming in to comfort me at the right time. The break from reality is always welcome.”

Magnus looked at the woman, noting how her eyebrows furrowed and the frown she wore as he talked about his experience. “Sounds like you might need a break too.”

“This dissertation isn’t gonna finish itself.”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Ayna.”

Guess he managed to learn a thing or two from the lynx then.

“I know you said not to worry about it, that you’d handle it, but...” she sighed, shrinking into herself as she avoided his gaze. “I can’t help it when it’s about you. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, having thousands of eyes watching you, like they’re waiting for you to slip up.”

The Rutherlandian reached around and wrapped an arm on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “It’s not really anything I haven’t dealt with before. In a way, I’ve kinda gotten used to it.”

“But a scandal of this proportion? That... that has to be different,” she replied, trying to allow herself to lean into him, but not feeling like she deserved his comfort. “It’s not just people waiting for you to mess up now, because they already think you have and they want to watch the whole downward spiral.”

Magnus knew she had been feeling guilty over not getting to step forward and take part of the “blame” (if one could even call it that), but he had no idea how much this was eating at her.

“I can’t help but feel awful that you’ve become the target of such harassment. It wasn’t even your fault! And your mother shouldn’t blame you for everything either, you’re just living your life!”

“Ayna--”

“And here I am. I’m not the one being swarmed by paparazzi and having personal details of my life picked at, but I’m the one who’s stressed and anxious about it. God, how fucking selfish is it of me, feeling sorry for myself when you’re the one dealing with it all. It’s stupid of me to just--”

Ayna felt her face turned up, a gentle yet firm hand cupping her cheek as she met another pair of brown eyes. Anything else she might have wanted to say died off as they looked at each other, but she felt grounded by the way his thumb caressed her cheek.

“You don’t have to feel bad for worrying about me. I love that you care,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “But it’s not your fault either. What happened already happened, we can’t change that.”

I still wish I could.

The teacher’s assistant let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch as she brought her hand up to cover his. “I... don’t deserve you, Magnus.”

“No, no, don’t say that. You are kind and beautiful, and you just have-- you have such pure intentions. I know you want to weather the storm with me on this, but I’m doing this for both our sakes. I want you to come out of this safe. Even if they did somehow know it was you, I’d still be keeping you out of it. You shouldn’t have to go through what I do.”

She shook her head, her eyes starting to look glassy as she took in his words. She wanted to believe what he was saying about her, but it was so hard. She didn’t know how he could see those things in her, especially now, vulnerable as she was. She could feel her throat start to choke up, but she spoke anyway. “I wish you didn’t have to... go through it alone. This... this isn’t worth it.” I’m not worth it.

“It is worth it, because you are absolutely worth going through this for.” He started to brush away the tears that rolled down her cheek, before digging into his pockets to find a handkerchief.

“And I’m not going through this alone. I still have you here with me,” he patted her face dry gently, wanting to let her absorb the meaning of his words. He wanted her to know that he meant every word -- that he was sincere in his feelings for her. “Even if you’re not out there with me, knowing that you have my back helps give me the strength to get through another day.”

His patient reassurance lightened the burden inside, if only a little. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to get her to believe it all, but he would make her see it someday, no matter how long it took.

“I care about you so much, Ayna. You mean more to me than you know.”

Even though it didn’t fully relieve her of the heaviness, those words struck her in a way that helped pull her out of her head. For the first time since the day started, she smiled. A genuine, loving smile through her tears, from knowing that the person she adored so deeply felt the same way about her. If earlier her heart ached with sadness and guilt, now it ached with affection and love for him.

“I care about you too, Magnus,” she said with a sniffle, clearing her throat as it came out rather soft and high-pitched. “I care about you so, so much. I just kinda wish... I could, like, smack away every paparazzo trying to get near you right now.”

Magnus laughed at her exclamation. Sure, he expected that kind of outburst from his friend Blaine, but from Ayna? It was both amusing and endearing.

“Well when we become public, maybe you could. Tatum might even help you with that,” he replied, giving her the handkerchief.

A simple word gave her pause, making her look up at him again, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “When?”

“Well yeah. I... I really like you, Ayna. And I’m not just saying that, I really do. I was kinda hoping that, one day, when things are more, uh, quiet, we could actually be... you know, like, together together.” If his arm wasn’t around her then, he would have been wringing his hands together out of nerves. Was it too soon to bring up that kind of talk? Too soon for them? What if he just jumped into this? He hadn’t even considered if she wanted a relationship yet. Wait wait, he should backtrack--

Ayna pushed forward to kiss him, hands cupping his face as she kept him close. It didn’t take long for Magnus to fall into it, returning it just as eagerly. He could practically feel her smiling against him, a light and fluttering sensation filling his stomach. After a few moments in bliss, they slowly pulled apart, a wide smile on both their faces.

“I would love to be together together with you,” she teased, earning an exasperated sigh from the First Son.

“I get the feeling you’re not gonna let me live that down, huh?”

She only laughed in response, pecking him quickly on the lips again. “Thank you for everything so far, Magnus. I hope I didn’t seem ungrateful for your protection.”

“Not at all, don’t give me that talk.” He rested his forehead onto hers, his gaze turning soft. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Her thumb gently caressed his cheek, smiling fondly at him. “Would you... let me meet Joaquin some time?”

Needless to say, he said yes.

.

.

.

(The next time Magnus visited her, he came in with an odd lump tucked in the front of his hoodie.

“You know, when I asked to meet Joaquin, I didn’t mean you had to sneak him into my office.”

“...do you want me to go then?”

“No, show me the kitten.”)

[simplybakugou]

The Way You Make Me Feel

↝ Being in a new relationship with your best friend can be scary, especially when your words make him blush.

BINGO SPACE: Pet Names

PROMPT: “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!midoriya x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff, cute :) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1635

A/N: here’s my submission for @bnhabookclub​’s Celebrating Deku event for his birthday, so this is my way of doing something for his birthday :)This is also for the bingo event that’s going on in the server. 

BTW, this is my first time writing for deku and basically any character other than bakugou so i’m sorry if this was total trash, i’m just not used to it lol. 

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✐posted 07.15.2020✐

The TV was blaring louder than usual as you were cooking breakfast, your head turning every now and then to pay attention to the news as well as make sure you didn’t burn your house down. But you knew you had to tune into what was going on, especially since your boyfriend was the one the reporters were talking about.

Not every girl was able to say that they were going out with the Midoriya Izuku: the number one hero and the new symbol of peace. And here you were, lucky enough to have him as your boyfriend.

Since middle school, you and Midoriya were attached to the hip. You were able to watch your quirkless best friend grow into a strong man as time flew right past the two of you. Although you had no intention of being a pro hero, you were always ecstatic to see Midoriya on TV during the U.A. sports festivals, not to mention how terrified you were whenever class A was attacked by the League of Villains.

Nevertheless, you had a relationship with Midoriya that was strictly friends only for a majority of the time you knew him. But somewhere along the way, the more you saw him and began to realize he wasn’t the timid middle school kid that constantly got picked on for his quirklessness, you developed feelings for him.

Your feelings developed gradually, something that didn’t just dawn on you one day while you were hanging out with him. But once you did have that realization, you weren’t afraid to address your feelings directly to him. Needless to say Midoriya hadn’t always been the best with confrontations concerning romance but he knew deep down he would be lying if he said he didn’t like you back.

And here you were, a month into your new relationship with your best friend. You initially were afraid of ruining your friendship that you cherished deeply, even now still having this fear in the back of your mind whenever you were with your boyfriend, but you also knew you would never be able to suppress the way you felt about Midoriya any further.

Regardless of your fears, you were happy with your decision, enjoying the way that your newly developed relationship began to blossom the more time you spent with Midoriya.

“The Hero Public Safety Commision Center is holding a strictly pro heroes only meeting at the moment concerning the issue with the newly organized villain group that attacked Jaku City last week,” the news reporter explained to the audience.

You sighed, turning the stove off and placing your breakfast onto a plate to eat. You remembered Midoriya explaining how crucial and important this meeting was as he rambled on, like he usually did, about the various kinds of pros that would be attending the conference. He was excited to meet his old classmates from U.A. who he hadn’t seen in years since he began his pro hero occupation, but was also unsettled by the numerous villain attacks that have been occurring over the past few weeks.

As you sat yourself on your sofa in front of the TV and ate breakfast, you glanced curiously at a yellow folder sitting on the edge of the table. You reached over and grabbed it, examining the contents of the mysterious folder.

“That idiot,” you muttered as you read the papers. One of them read “Notes for the Hero Commission Meeting” and you shook your head, surprised that Midoriya, who was always neat and organized especially since he’s constantly writing something down, forgot such important papers for the meeting.

Standing to your feet with the folder in hand, you grabbed your keys and your coat, wanting to make sure your boyfriend would be well prepared for his meeting by getting the file to him immediately.

***

Saying that the Commission Center building was ginormous would be an understatement. Fortunately you managed to find your way to the center since its giant stature made it so easy to locate. You pushed open the huge doors to the building, approaching one of the receptionists at the front desk. “Hi, I’m looking for Deku, he left this and it’s crucial that he gets this for the meeting today.”

The woman shook her head, giving you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, m’am, but I believe the meeting has just started and I can’t interrupt them right now.”

“Ah, I understand. Thank you.” You turned around, gripping the file in hand.

Before you could mentally scold your boyfriend for forgetting something so important, you turned your head, seeing Midoriya down the hall outside the conference room, looking outwardly distraught.

“Babe!” You called out, cupping a hand around your mouth so that he would be able to hear you.

Midoriya whipped his head towards you, his whole face burning into a bright crimson shade as you approached him. “Y-Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

You extended your arm out, handing the file to him. “You forgot this at my place. Be careful next time, I know how big this meeting is.”

Midoriya blinked rapidly, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead as he nodded his head a few times. “R-Right, thanks for this. I, uh, need to head in now.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Good luck!”

Midoriya sent a nervous smile back to you, proceeding inside the conference room. You turned around towards the lobby, sitting down in the waiting room as you asked the receptionists if you could wait until the meeting was over for Midoriya. They allowed you to do so and you sat yourself down.

You glanced towards the conference room every now and then, the image of Midoriya’s uneasiness when you spoke with him popping up in your mind. That meeting must be making him anxious, you thought to yourself. It was the only thing that made sense to you to explain how on edge he was.

You waited around for about thirty minutes, deciding to get up and get coffee for you and Midoriya as sitting down for such a long time was getting boring. Peering over through the window of the coffee shop, you saw a few pro heroes exit the Commission Center, a newly formed crowd of reporters greeting them. You even recognized your old classmate from middle school and fated rival of Midoriya, Bakugou amongst the pros. 

You grabbed your coffees and exited the cafe, waiting just outside of the crowd for Midoriya. Finally you spotted him, maneuvering the coffees into your arm to grab your phone to send him a text. You didn't want to call him out in front of so many reporters, especially since the media had always been so nosy and intrusive in the personal lives of pros. The last thing Midoriya needed was for strangers with cameras to flash their devices at the sight of his girlfriend waiting for him, not to mention your relationship was still so fresh and new.

Midoriya sent you a response, agreeing to meet up at his house since it was closer than your place and he didn’t want the probing crowd to follow him and figure out where you lived. Nonetheless you walked down the street, annoyed as you could hear Midoriya try and ease the crowd from prying into confidential matters. But you knew you would only cause him more trouble if you directly confronted the reporters to ask them to leave him alone so you held back your tongue and somehow managed to reach his house.

Midoriya took a shortcut, using his quirk to lose the reporters and you went through the side door just in case any lurking reporters caught you waiting at his front door step.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he slipped in his home, successfully avoiding the crowd. He smiled at you, hoping he hadn’t kept you waiting too long.

“Sorry about that. Those news reporters can be a hassle to deal with.”

You shook your head, handing him his coffee as he thanked you. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault you’re so popular that those assholes want to know everything about you.” Midoriya laughed, taking a sip from his drink. 

“Did everything go well in the meeting, baby?” You asked, leaning on a table in the living room.

Midoriya nearly choked on his coffee, his eyes widening and his body stiffening. His face began to heat up, his cheeks ablaze a deep pink hue once again. You raised a concerned brow at him, setting your coffee down and placing a hand on his shoulder. The action and your touch only made him feel even more rigid. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I-I’m f-fine,” he managed to sputter out.

“Are you still nervous from the meeting?”

Midoriya gave you a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you were acting the same way before the meeting so I thought you’re still nervous ‘cause of the meeting,” you explained.

Midoriya let out a small chuckle, rubbing the nape of his neck as he thought about how to elucidate this to you. “Um, it’s not because of the meeting that I’m… acting like this. I’m just not used to hearing you call me b-baby.”

You laughed for a moment, surprised you hadn’t figured it out earlier, especially since you’ve known him for so long. You rose your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks which only made him blush furiously. “Izuku, you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

You stood on the balls of your feet, planting a peck on his lips, which nearly caused him to short circuit on the spot. 

No matter how your relationship developed or how long you would be with him, Midoriya could never get used to your cute pet names for him… not that he minded.

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[lucky-bucky-boy]

Biology Project Partner

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2840

Summary: Being paired up with one of the cutest boys in your biology class ends up being better than you could have imagined. // First time Peter get’s called daddy

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), meh writing its been a minute

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Peter Parker. He was the boy who sat right-diagonally behind you in Honors Biology. He was the kid who always got an A and knew the answer to every question. He was the kid who always showed up in some variation of blue jeans with a sweater and button down or a t shirt and flannel. He was the boy who had a new bookbag once a week. He was the boy who was so damn nerdy and normal looking but somehow the most attractive person to you in the whole room.

When your Professor had announced the start of a lab, and that she'd be partnering you up, you were praying to whatever God was above that you would be paired with Peter. Not only was he eye candy, but he actually knew what he was talking about. Intelligent wasn't enough to describe this boy, and everyone knew it.

The professor projected the pairings on the overhead and everyone immediately turned to glare at you. You honestly weren't even sure half of them actually knew who you were. But you didn't care when you saw you were paired with the one and only Peter Parker.

Class was dismissed not too long after. As you walked down the corridors of the building, heading to the library to study some before your next class, there was a hand that lightly tapped your shoulder. When you turned around you were met with a slightly flushed, obviously nervous Peter.

You smiled warmly at him. “Hey,” you hummed, fixing your bag on your shoulder.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “H-hey… I was wondering if we could exchange numbers so we could talk about the project.”

“Sure,” you pulled your phone out and handed it to him. He typed in his number and handed it back to you. “I'll text you so you have my number.”

Just as you were about to step away Peter cleared his throat, “Would you have time to start on it now? I mean, we don't have to if you're busy. Or if you just don't wa-”

A soft giggle that left your lips cut him off. “Of course we can start on it. I'm clear for the next few hours, hun. I was heading to the library anyway. ” It was hard not to notice the bright blush on his features. You motioned for him to follow you as you begin to walk.

The two of you spent a little over an hour and a half working on the project before he headed out. But something clicked in you over that short period of time. He was more attractive than you thought. From the unruly brown curls to the light freckles splayed across his skin to the gold flecks of his honey brown eyes. And his personality made his looks shine brighter. His playful attitude, his smarts, his pop culture references and love for movies. He was so helpful and understanding as he taught you things you didn't know to help with the project, and as he walked away, you could help but smile to yourself and immediately grab your phone to text him.

“Let me know when you want to work in the project again,” you texted him before getting back to your studying.

It was two days until you saw him again, in class then back to the library as you had the previous time. This routine continued for the next week. Until Peter texted you one Saturday night.

“Hey, (Y/N). Are you busy?”

You had been getting dressed, about to go grab a coffee and walk around the campus. “Not really. Need something?” You texted back, pulling a sweater on.

“Could we meet up and work on the project? Kinda stressed and want something to focus on.”

“Sure. I'll meet you at the library in 30.”

You walked to the cafe on campus and grabbed a coffee for you and Peter before heading to the library. You set yourself up at the usual table the two of you would sit it; back of the library near an 80's comic book section. He would occasionally grab one of the flimsy papers to read when the two of you would break from working and he would look so relaxed when he did.

You were just about to text him when you heard the soft padding of footsteps, pulling your attention in that direction. The image in front of you made your stomach do flips and your jaw slack some. Here Peter was, dressed in gray sweatpants, a gray t shirt, a jean jacket, and a blue beanie. The change from his usual attire made a warmth bubble in you.

Something about the tightness in his jaw, the slight agitation in his eyes, the broadness of his shoulders - it had you reeling and mind going places very quickly. Peter huffed, sitting his backpack down on the table. “Hey,” his voice was slightly gruff.

“Well damn, daddy, look at you,” you teased.

Peter visibly tensed, a blush coming over him. “What did you say?” He didn't move, frozen at your words.

“Oh nothing. Just that you look good.” A smirked formed on your lips. You leaned back some, taking notice in the slight bulge.

“No you uh..” He cleared his throat. “Just not used to people calling me that.” Peter shifted some before sitting down. “Let's just get started.”

You bit your lip, scooting your seat over to be closer to him. “What's bothering you?” You asked.

He gave you a tired look, “Just some internship stuff. Don't really wanna talk about it.”

You nodded, “... Is working on a project really going to help with that?”

He opened his mouth and closed it, thinking about his words. “Anything'll help as long as I don't have to think about the internship.”

“...okay… daddy,” you said and turned your attention to the books. That didn't last long when you heard a soft groan leave his lips. “You okay?” You asked.

“What're you trying to do?” He asked, obviously getting flustered as he shifted in his seat.

“Nothing. You're just cute when you blush.”

The small pout that puckered out his lip caused you to giggle. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now, drag him back to your dorm. “So… do you like being called daddy?” You hummed, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“I uh uh,” the poor boy was flustered and nervous. Peter pulled his beanie off, tucking it in his bag and running a hand through his hair. “I've never been called it before.”

“Really?” You asked, “Well… do you like it?”

He nearly choked on his own spit. “I uh… yeah.” His voice was weak and questionable.

“Peter,” you hummed, reaching over and gently grabbing his chin, making him look at you. “I like you. A lot. And if you want to… I wouldn't mind heading back to my dorm. My roommate is home this weekend so I have the dorm to myself.”

His eyes searched you for any sign that you were joking, that you didn't mean it. “Are you sure?” He asked.

A small huff of a laugh left your lips. “110% sure, Peter.” You leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to his lips. “Come on, let's go back to my dorm.”

Peter wasn't even sure if he had ever moved so quickly before. The two of you packed up your stuff and headed out. The excited part of his brain told him to pick you up and sling the two of you to your dorm.

You led the way, dropping your bag in your desk the second you were in your room. You pulled your sweater off, leaving you in a cami. As Peter got settled, taking his jacket and shoes off and putting his bag down you locked the door.

Peter wrang his hand together, watching you. “Are you sure? We really don't have to do anything, (Y/N).”

You raised your eyebrows, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Of course I'm sure. Are you sure you want to do this? You seem a little hesitant.”

He chuckled some, nervous and anxious. “I do I just - I don't want you to regret anything.”

“I don't see myself regretting you.” You mused. “Besides, as much as I like you, it's a plus that I would able to show off the hottest guy on campus as mine.”

He blushed darkly, arms wrapping around you. “You don't have to lie to me. I'm already in your bedroom.”

“I'm not lying. I may be the first girl to call you ‘daddy’ to your face, but I can promise I'm not the first girl to call you that.” You moved your arms from his waist to wrap around his neck, hands playing at the ends of his hair. “We can talk about the sappy stuff afterwards, okay? Right now, I just want you, daddy. Is that too much to ask?”

He swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing and shaking his head. With that, you leaned up and kissed him, this time much more passionate and heated. Your hands tugged his hair slightly.

Peter was quick to grab your thighs, lifting you up with ease which shocked you and turned you on all at once. A soft moan left your lips as he moved the two of you to your bed, laying you down and crawling to hover over you. His lips never once left yours as he did so.

Once you were lying beneath him, he couldn't help but be completely and utterly intoxicated by you. His hands moved to your hips, thumbs caressing the skin that was showing. You moved your lips from his, kissing down his jaw and nipping at the taut skin before moving to his neck and sucking purple marks into his milky skin.

You tugged at his shirt, signaling for him to pull it off. He leaned up, discarding the thin material. You eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you saw his abs and toned chest. “Fuck, you really are a daddy.”

He groaned, immediately leaning down attack your neck, making yours match his. “You wanna know something, baby girl?” His voice was thick and full of lust, breath dancing over your skin and giving you goosebumps. “Each time you say that it becomes harder and harder to resist fucking your pussy like I own it.”

You couldn't help the moan that left your lips at his words. “But you do, daddy.” You whimpered out.

Peter practically growled. “You're gonna kill me,” His lips moved to attack your chest, teasing your nipples through your bra, squeezing your sides. “So fucking gorgeous,” he mumbled against your skin, grabbing your pants and shimming them down, “and mine.” his lips moving to your hip bones, nibbling soft.

He pulled back some, “Sit up,” he instructed, which you did immediately. His hands ghosted over your sides and he got to the hook of your bra and undoing it with ease. He tossed it to the side and pushed your back, lips immediately attacking your nipples.

The moans and whimpers that poured from your lips was more than enough to drive his desire. He sucked, flicked, licked, and nibbled the sensitive buds until you were a mewling mess, rutting in nothing in an attempt to find some friction.

A low chuckle left his lips when you tugged on his hair, whining as a way to ask for more. He wasn't going to make you beg, he'd save that for another time. Right now he just wanted you to feel good.

Peter moved down to nestle between your legs, quickly ripping the fabric off your panties and tossing them aside, a gasp escaping your lips. “How'd you do that?” You whined.

“There's a lot I can do, babe. But that's a conversation for another time,” he said in between kissing your thighs. “If at any point you want daddy to stop, just tell me, okay?”

Once you nodded he licked a long stripe from your core to your clit. He wasted no time in making you quake. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking, as he slipped two slender fingers into your core. As he did so, he watched you, moving and curving his fingers in different ways until he saw your back arch. Once it did, he kept finger fucking you like that and kept switching back and forth between sucking, licking, and flicking your clit.

Your walls soon begin to clamp down around his fingers, signaling you were close. “Cum for me. Daddy wants to taste that sweet cum. Be a good girl.” He hummed against you clit, sending vibrations up your body.

Tangling you hands in his hair, you pulling him closer to your core, rutting on his face and chasing your high. It was long until you were tumbling into a euphoric bliss, cumming with a loud moan of his name.

Peter licked up your juices before crawling back up your body, kissing your skin as he made his way up to you. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Let me grab a condom, baby girl.” He hummed.

He stood, moving to his backpack and grabbing his wallet. He pulled out a condom then pulled his pants and boxers down. You couldn't pull your gaze away if you want to. He was bigger than you expected, especially for a white boy. But not too big. 6 ½, maybe 7 inches and thick enough to just wrap your hand around. You watched as he pumped himself a few times, precum shining on his tip before slipping the condom on.

There was a low chuckle that erupted from him when he caught you staring. “Aw, look,” he hummed, moving back to you. “Drooling over daddy's cock like a good little slut.”

You whined, instinctively clamping your thighs together. “Uh uh,” he tsked, grabbed your thighs and spreading them, pulling you so your legs were wrapped around his waist. “Ready?” He asked, taking his length and rubbing the tip along your glistening folds.

A whimper and small nod was all you could muster as he begin to push the tip in. He was slow, allowing you to adjust as he pushed in to the hilt, drinking in all your moans. Once he was fully seated in you he let out a shaky breath, “Fuck, (Y/N), you're so fucking tight, baby.”

He waited until your walls stopped fluttering around him to pull out and thrust back. The pace started out slow, watching as your breathing picked up and tits bounced with each thrust. Peter leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck and thrusting harder, picking up his pace as he sucked more hickies into your skin.

One hand reach down between the two of you, rubbing your clit as he angled his hips to find that spot that would make you see stars. It only took a few tries before he did, pulling a loud, almost pornographic moan from you.

You couldn't get over how get he sounded. The low moans and occasional breathy whimpers helped bring you closer to your end. It felt so good, so right to be engulfed by him, to have his scent fill your nose, his sounds fill your ears, his skim touch yours.

Your high came suddenly, walls clamping down as you practically screamed out his name. You bucked your hips, whole body spazzing. Your orgasm triggered Peter's and he came, hips sputtering as he filled the condom.

Peter didn't pull out right away, waiting until you had come down to ease out. He moved, throwing the condom away and grabbing a packet of wipes he saw on a dresser. He wiped himself off them came over to wipe you off as well. You couldn't help but smile, heart fluttering and his caring actions.

You moved under the covers, scooting to the wall to make room for him. “Come cuddle me, Parker,” you called out once it had looked like he begin looking for his clothes.

He looked at you almost shocked before joining you with a soft smile. The second he was laying down you attached yourself to his side, laying your head on his chest. A strong arm came to wrap around you, holding you to him.

“We have a lot to talk about,” you hummed, drawing lazy circles on his chest.

Peter chuckled sleepily. “We can talk about that after we take a nap, babe. But I just wanna warn you I like it here, with you in my arms.”

A blushed heated up you skin, but you weren't going to be the only one flustered. “And I've dreamt about having you here, Daddy.” You teased some.

He blushed but shook his head, chuckling more. He tipped your chin to look up at him. “Then let me take you on a date."

You smiled warmly, “I'd love that, Peter.”

[delicrieux]

an attic romance [jugxreader] 1/2

a/n; i had an epiphany. decided to write. for anyone who knows of good jughead fics/writes them, please send them my way. tag me. kidnap me and make me look at them. i think im in love

words; 1894

warnings; just teens being teens

summary; you and jug had been biffles for LIFE. only except all this time he has been madly in love with you. only when he’s homeless and you decide to help out he has the courage to confess

part two.

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

“Where will you stay now?” He looked up at you from his laptop with a tired look before he returned to stare at the blank monitor and the open notepad in it. At Pop’s it was slow today. The occasional bright laugh from a few booths back seemed ill fitting in the situation you found yourself in at this very moment. The plastic table was cold on your palms, your brows burrowed together in worry as you tried to catch his gaze again but to no avail. You leaned in ever so slightly, the bright yellow uniform shifting just so that it let your bra strap slip into view, “I mean…” you trailed off, trying to find the correct words. Biting your lower lip you glanced at Ronnie’s mom – she was very obviously following this conversation with a knowing look, standing all the way behind the counter and wiping a few glasses – and you actively missed Jughead throwing a look at your exposed shoulder. “Since Twilight Drive-In is…” His jaw tensed. You halted, “I’m sorry, Juggie, I know it’s a touchy subject, but you gotta give me an answer.”

“I’ll figure something out.” He said dryly. Anger flared in your chest and you inhaled though your nose, your lips lining thin. Glaring at Ronnie’s mom, who shuffled away as the booth third down from you called her, you looked back at him, again failing to notice him sneaking glances at your pink strap.

“Well figure it out now.” You declared, “here. With me.” He rolled his eyes. Your anger wilted and you reached for his hand across the table, “Juggie,” you said his name tenderly, wrapping your fingers around his. He refused to look at you, “we’ve been best friends for what now…two years? Three? Ages?” A somber smile pulled on the corner of your lips, “I have every right there is to worry about you, you know I do. I care for you.”

His jaw locked in place and he cleared his throat. Jughead finally lifted his eyes up from the screen, the dimmed down white light reflecting in his irises and masking whatever painful emotion was displayed in. “I know.” He said, “I—“ his voice cracked, “I care for you too, (Name).” Your lovely smile was the only answer he received. A pause. You let your ears capture the soft tune coming from the stereo, an end of a joke from the table behind you, and even the order Ronnie’s mom said aloud to double check – all the while absentminded your thumb caressed the surface of hand. When you caught what you were doing you jerked away and tried to normalize such a reaction by fixing your hair. Your eyes wandered away from his and you blushed. Just as someone called for an order, your table you realized, you thanked whoever was up above and quickly stood up.

“My cue to leave…” You mumbled, turning on your heel and about to bolt down the aisle when an idea popped into your head and you stopped. Back tracking you turned back to him, looking somewhere above over his head, “You know…I have an attic. If you really have nowhere to go, you can…” Your eyes met his, “stay there.” Jughead nearly choked on his saliva, “Until you get it together, that is.” You added.

“Uhm, ah, yeah, I’ll…I’ll think about it.” He nodded stiffly.

“Great…well…call me if you want some more coffee. Or a milkshake.” With that, you hurriedly scurried away.

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Of course he agreed to stay over. He had been crushing on you for years, there was no way in hell he’d miss such an opportunity. Granted, a part of him, the rational one, insisted on staying away - it was simply convinced that he would hurt himself even more if he didn’t keep his distance. Seeing you every day in school smiling was enough. Seeing you at Pop’s in that cute uniform bringing him coffee like clockwork was enough. Being your friend was enough.

Except it wasn’t.

He fixed a smile as you looked up at him. Your attic was small and scruffy, dust particles dancing in the air and lingering on old boxes. You had just finished making him a bed - you carried and old mattress from the garage (with his help, of course), picked the fluffiest pillows and gave him clean covers. Even threw in a few stuffed animals you had laying around in your room so that he ‘wouldn’t get scared or lonely’. He was grateful, beyond words grateful, but having you be so close yet so far had never been so painful. He inhaled, the back of his throat tickling from the polluted air, and he made a mental note to pry the small window open to let the room breathe.

“Thanks.” He said, shifting from the floor to the mattress and lightly bouncing on it, “Really, I…Am apparently not a man of many words.” He finished on a lighter, less emotional, note, making you grin.

“No one uses this attic anymore, so I doubt anyone will come up here…And if they try you can be sure I’ll stop them.” You said, “I’ll let the ladder down when you can come out.” You glanced out the window – dark. Downstairs the main door opened and shut. The jingling of keys reached all the way here. It was soon followed by your dads ‘Honey! Baby sweet cornflake (Name)! We’re home and we got pizza!’ and your moms quiet and displeased ‘Again…’. As if on cue you looked at Jughead – in the dim lighting of several phone flashlights he appeared almost ghostly and was wistfully staring somewhere behind your shoulder. You faltered. You needed to go, but leaving him here, alone, depressed and an asthma den seemed impossible.

“Honey! Come down while it’s still hot…!”

You snapped your head back “Save some for me! I’m in the attic!” Pregnant silence followed by Jughead’s eyes widening in alarm. The shuffling downstairs stopped.

“Attic? The hell you doing there?”

“Just looking at some old pictures! I’ll be down later!” You called, pacing to the ladder and bringing it up. The opening closed and all fell quiet. Jughead, still on edge, pointed at the entrance, about to open his mouth but you beat him to it, “They won’t come up here.” You said, coming to sit next to him, “I sort of…Used to come up here when I was …singing.”

“You never mentioned you can sing.”

“That’s because I can’t.” You replied with a smile, “Some secrets are meant to be taken to the grave.” You finished coyly, “Besides,” You tilted your head to the side, letting your eyes wander over the eerie shadows, “I’m pretty sure if I was ever to mention my…love for music you would’ve bullied me into showing you.”

“I’d never.” He faked offense with a grin, “But honestly? The information of your parents refusing to go up here because of your singing is enough for me to stop questioning it all together.”

“A wise man, you are.”

“I just know when I’m venturing into dangerous territory.”

The two of you shared a laugh, which lastly died down into pleasant silence. The soft buzz from the working engines of your mobiles bounced off the wooden walls, shuffling from downs stairs droning for a while before some tune from the radio started playing in the kitchen. The room was fairly cold, but sitting this close, shoulder to shoulder, sent a spike of heat down your skin, it tingling and you blushed again. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his face turned to you, trying to catch your gaze but you didn’t dare to look at him. It was getting hot.

“You know…” He started quietly, startling you slightly as you found his voice much closer to your ear than you though he’d be, “You didn’t have to stay, Capulet. Trusting your family to leave you a bite is not only foolish, but also should be considered a crime.” A cheeky smile made its way on your lips and you tilted your head to him.

“What art thou saying, Romeo? Do I suspect an ulterior motive of hunger steering thou decision?” He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Thou are brainy-er than I thought-th-“ He nearly bit off his tongue, making you slap your hand over your mouth to hide your giggles. Jughead elbowed you playfully, “To be fair, I read ‘Romeo & Juliet’ in eighth grade. Refrain from mocking me too much.”

“You aren’t exactly the ‘Romeo & Juliet’ type, so I’ll let it pass.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know, actually.” You said after a moment, “I think you’re more of a Hamlet. Brooding and—“

“-Irrational?”

You cracked a smile, “No, I was going to say emotional, even though you hide it well.” The air stiffened and so did he. Your smile fell, “Listen, Jughead, I know it’s tough. You just lost something special to you, and not having a home is…I have no idea what it feels like. And I hope I never have to, but…” Your hand found his again, squeezing it reassuringly, “I’m here for you. Whenever you need me.”

A pause. “Do you remember…” He stared, “the day we first met? Me and Archie had just pulled up in the Drive-In and were setting up the pillows. Betty was…almost drooling over him, even back then,” His voice was low and rasp. You gulped. “And then…I saw you-Well, we saw you. Standing by Sheryl’s car and looking lost. And I swear to you, right there and then I knew that I—“ he suddenly looked at you, his voice cracking. His eyes briefly wandered around your face – from the worry lines in between your brows to your parted glossy lips on which he lingered for much much longer, “I…” the proximity between the two of you was slowly dissipating and whether it was his doing or yours you had no clue. His breath fanned your lips in a slight moment of hesitation. The blurry image of him faded into nothing as you shut your eyes in an instant. You felt the burning touch of his rough palm cup the side of your jaw and pull you close as he captured you in a passionate lip lock.

The kiss set you ablaze. The taste of his lips and his musky scent made your head spin and you didn’t dare to open your eyes, instead savouring the sensation and pushing closer. His thumb caressed your cheek making a quiver shoot up your spine. The need for oxygen made the two of you part. Prying your eyes open you took in soft gushes of cold air, through the dark crown of your lashes seeing him close made your heart swell and jump. Excitement pooled and dropped to your abdomen. Jughead leaned in again, softly the tip of his nose brushed against yours as he aimed for your lips again, but stopped. He was hesitant, you realized, perhaps he was wondering whether you wanted this just as much as he did. As a way to rid him of all doubt, your fingers curled on his shirt, a frail breath leaving your lips before you kissed him.

tbc