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adhd-disaster-willie · 4 years

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you're the one that brings the sun; chapter 1/6

Summary: Alex is prepared for every single variable except, apparently, the one in which his roommate is drop dead gorgeous and Alex is an absolute clusterfuck of a human being who falls for the first pretty boy on he sees on campus.

Willex roommate au!

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: The title is from the song “I Dare You” by the Regrettes. I’ve actually planned this fic out so here’s to hoping I don’t get burned out halfway through. It might end up having 6 or 7 chapters, 5 is kind of just an estimate.

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When Alex was 11, his mother proudly plastered his report card to the fridge and exclaimed that one day, her little boy would go to Harvard. His father gripped his shoulder with pride and Alex beamed up at his parents like they’d just told him he had superpowers. 3 years later, he was 14 and teetering on the edge of failure in the majority of his classes. He wasn’t stupid by any means, just preoccupied. He’d started a band with his best friends and that felt like the most important thing in the whole world, and high school was new and scary, so it was easier to not pour all his focus into school. His parents’ smiles faltered but they kept up hope, Alex could tell. 2 years later, he stood shaking and crying outside of the Molina’s garage and suddenly, the concept of going to college begun to feel distant and fake. But he’s 18 now, and somehow, miraculously, gazing at the piles of boxes in the back of Ray’s car and swallowing down a lump in his throat.

It sure isn’t Harvard, but a part of Alex feels giddy at the fact that he’s attending a public college that was relatively easy to get into; oh his parents would be rolling in their proverbial graves. What didn’t make him quite so happy though, was the looming fact that he’d be living with some random person, because for some godforsaken reason, the college wouldn’t allow freshmen to choose their roomates. Some bullshit about meeting new people and socializing.

“Hey, ‘Lex. Dude, you’ll be fine.” Luke shakes his shoulders, before swinging one arm around him and the other around Reggie.

“Says the one who isn’t even going to college,” Alex grumbles, slipping from Luke’s grip and into the front seat of the car.

“Yea cause I don’t need it. Not my fault you’re both nerds,” Luke retorts.

“I’m not a nerd, I just like to have insurance-”

“Yea, back-up plan, safety net, heard it a million times. Reggie’s a nerd though.”

“Old news, dude,” Alex says.

“I am not a nerd!” Reggie protests indignantly.

“Tell that to your 2 years of college credit in math.”

Luke nods in agreement. “Nerd.”

“Math is fun!”

“You’re horrible.” Alex makes a mock gagging noise.

Julie comes bounding out of the house, her arms decked with various baked goods. She tosses herself in the backseat beside Reggie and Luke, looking quite pleased with herself at being able to force Luke to sit in the middle. “Tía was apparently up all night baking,” she explains, passing the sweets up to Alex. “Don’t be surprised if she shows up at your dorm with food every day.”

Alex snorts. “I would not object to that.”

Julie sighs, leaning back in her seat. “You guys are so lucky, I’m tired of high school. Damn September birthday,” Julie grumbles. Her birthday is just after the cut off date, so she would be 18 for the majority of senior year, but is just barely too young to be in the same grade as the boys.

Reggie leans over and pats her arm sympathetically, earning an offended squeak from Luke, who’s only pushed further into the back of the seat.

“Don’t worry!” Alex chirps sarcastically. “You get to spend more time with Luke, since he’ll be squatting in your garage!”

“Oh, joy,” Julie deadpans.

“I am not a squatter!” Luke protests, kicking the back of Alex’s seat.

“No kicking! I’m holding food!”

“Y’know Alex, you’ve been staying in the studio for 2 years, you’re not one to talk!” Luke argues.

“I have a job.”

“A stupid job.”

“A stupid job that gets you free coffee.”

Reggie nodds to that, chewing on a cookie. “Can’t risk losing your coffee privileges.”

Julie groans loudly and stuck her head out the window. “DAAAAD! Let’s goooo!” She cries.

“Wow, I didn’t know you wanted to get rid of me so badly,” Alex says, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Oh shut up Lexi, I just wanna meet your’s and Reggie’s new best friends!” Julie says, laughing.

“I’m not gonna be best friends with my roommate.”

“Yea, Alex forgot how to do that!”

“Luke I will smother you in your sleep!”

At this, Ray approaches the car with a raised eyebrow. “No one’s planning a murder, I hope?” He asks, chuckling as he slides into the drivers seat.

“No sir!” Reggie replies, grinning.

“Not yet,” Alex mumbles under his breath.

“Alright boys, who’s ready for college!” Ray says, starting the car.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

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“And that’s the last of it!” Ray claps a hand over Alex’s shoulder and smiles encouragingly.

Alex nods tensely, gripping the strap of his fannypack tighter.

The dorm’s probably as good as he’s gonna get. One reasonably sized bedroom complete with two horribly uncomfortable beds, a kitchen with a fridge that was in no way large enough to fit even a weeks worth of meals, a tiny living room that would probably fit a couch and a TV at the most, and a bathroom that smelled suspiciously of mustard. Really it isn’t terrible, but Alex has a habit of noticing every little detail, especially the ones that could be a problem at some point. His roommate hasn’t arrived yet, so he’s standing amongst his various boxes, anxiety pulsing in his chest.

Julie grips his hand tightly and smiles, tears pricking the edges of her eyes. “Hey, Alex, you’re gonna be okay.” She squeezes his hand briefly.

Alex nods, exhaling shakily. “Yea, yea I know. It’s just…”

“A change, I know. But this is a good change. And-” she hauls Reggie and Luke over to them. “-we’re all here if you need to call someone and talk. And dad, and Tía, and I bet your roommate will be super cool.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“Just pray he’s not a football player,” Reggie stage-whispers, shuddering.

“God, don’t even suggest that!” Alex whines.

Encouragements and teary hugs are passed along, as well as a promise to meet at the Olive Garden nearby for dinner in a few hours, and then Alex’s posse is off to get Reggie settled, and Alex is left alone in the dorm. Alright.

Alex takes a deep breath, steeling himself, before beginning to wander the dorm. He’s anxious to start unpacking without his roommate and risk doing something that they wouldn’t like. Even choosing a bed feels wrong, he really doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with this person. But leaving the dorm meant people everywhere so that was a definite no. He sighs, lowering himself to the wooden floor and pulling out his phone.

“Yea… uh huh. Yes Caleb, I got here fine. No the Uber driver did not try and kidnap me. The boxes- the boxes are not too heavy. Okay. Okay. Yea, bye. Mhm.”

Alex looks up hesitantly upon hearing the voice nearing his dorm. The person standing in the doorway is well… less of a person and more of a large stack of boxes threatening to fall over any second. “Hello?” Alex stands up and makes his way to the boy stood in the entrance.

Said boy pokes his head out from behind his boxes and grins crookedly. “Hi, uh, I’m Willie!” And well, Alex is a goner. He swallows thickly, breath catching in the back of his throat. Willie attempts to adjust the boxes but ultimately fails, sending them tumbling to the ground amongst several muttered curses. “Well… nothing fragile in there,” he falters slightly. “I think.”

“Um…”

“Right! Sorry, uh.” Willie holds his hand out and Alex shakes it tentatively.

“Alex.”

“Alex, cool.” Willie smiles again, his dark eyes twinkling as he does so, smile lines popping out. He brushes his hair -which looks so soft and pretty- behind his ear to reveal a small golden hoop on his right lobe. Alex is dead, actually 100% dead. Because he’d been prepared for every single variable except, apparently, the one in which his roommate is drop dead gorgeous and Alex is an absolute clusterfuck of a human being who falls for the first pretty boy on he sees on campus.

Alex forces out a smile, all too aware that he’s still standing stiff and awkward in front of Willie, his grip on his fannypack tight enough to make his knuckles glow white. Then Willie coughs as some sort of attempt to fill the silence. “Sorry!” Alex squeaks. “Do you need help with the… the uh, boxes?”

“Oh yea, that’d be great!” Willie replies, beaming. “I don’t think there’s anything fragile in there, but y’know, my memory is absolute shit so if I broke some fancy china dishes I didn’t even know I owned, don’t be too shocked.”

Alex laughs anxiously. “Yea uh… I didn’t start unpacking cause I um… I didn’t want to claim a bed and stuff with-without your input?” His voice cracks at the end and he winces because Jesus fucking christ Alex.

Willie chuckles and Alex notes that he has the kind of laugh that echoes through your whole body and settles right in your heart. “ ‘S cool, man, I don’t mind.”

“Right, cool. Do you uh… are you okay if I take the bed farthest from the window? I’m not- not much of a morning person, and the window is… it’s east facing” Alex mutters, his gaze focused on his feet which are rocking back and forth at a rapid pace.

“Yea, of course,” Willie replies. “I don’t think I’ve woken up later than 8 in 5 years.”

“That’s horrific!” Alex cries, momentarily forgetting his anxiety. He steps back and blushes an even deeper red upon realizing how stupid he’s being. “I mean- I just… sorry, I just meant that-”

“You’re good, dude. I don’t bite.”

Alex cracks a tentative smile. “So uh… I’ll just start unpacking then.”

Willie shoots him a thumbs up and smiles once again, which is a thing he apparently does a lot.

An hour later, Alex’s belongings are unpacked and organized and the room feels a bit more his. He feels slightly lighter, exhaling and closing his eyes briefly. This isn’t so bad. Fiddling with the hem of his hoodie, he shuffles out into the living room where Willie is presumably unpacking. Except that he’s not.

Willie is laying upside down on a couch that somehow appeared while Alex was gone and he’s flipping through a tattered magazine while his belongings remain mostly unpacked.

“This quiz says that I should try roller skating,” Willie sniffs. “Some personality test this is- oh hey Alex!” He scrambles up so that he can look Alex in the eyes properly, and points to the magazine in his hand. “Found this in a box, not sure how it got there since I’ve never even subscribed to one of these, but there’s a chocolate chip cookie recipe in here.” He stops for a moment, pondering. “Personally I prefer peanut butter cookies, ooh especially fresh out of the oven. There’s this bakery near my house that-”

“Did you get… any unpacking done?” Alex asks, raising an eyebrow.

Willie looks around at his boxes and laughs sheepishly. “Well I unpacked one and opened 3 so… some, yes.”

“Where’d the couch come from?” Alex pokes the cushion warily, as if afraid that it’s full of bugs.

“Room across the hall,” Willie says, pointing. “They both brought couches and didn’t have room for two we got the one with more stains.”

“Right.” Alex’s reply is forced and tense, and he winces upon realizing. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected his roommate to become so comfortable so fast and he felt like he was several steps behind. Damn extroverts. Drumming his hands against his thighs, Alex slowly sits down on the other side of the couch, pointedly looking ahead instead of at Willie.

“So.” Willie scoots closer, sitting cross legged with his elbows on his thighs and chin resting in his palms. “What’s your major?”

Small talk, god Alex hates small talk. “Um, music,” he answers.

“Ah, that’s cool dude.” Willie nods.

“Uh, what about you?” Alex asks.

“Art,” Willie replies, grinning. “Be prepared for paint stains, like, everywhere.” He chuckles and nudges Alex’s shoulder playfully. Alex is going to implode, he’s sure of it.

Alex laughs awkwardly. “So uh… what’s wrong with rollerskating?”

Willie shoves his shoulder again. “Everything, dude! Well-” he cuts himself off, thinking. “-I just kinda suck at it, definitely better at my skateboard.” He jerks his head in the direction of a skateboard leaned against the wall and Alex wonders how he didn’t notice that.

“Oh, that’s- that’s cool. I rollerblade but I uh, I can’t skateboard to save my life.”

Somehow, they slip into a comfortable rhythm, and Alex notes that his anxiety no longer has him in a chokehold. Willie seems to have that affect; he’s just so… open. Alex doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s subconsciously created a folder in the back of his mind labelled “Willie,” and he doesn’t think he’s capable of forgetting anything Willie will ever say to him.

“- that’s why airplane food is just, horrible. Cause you basically lose like 30% of your tastebuds because of the elevation.” Willie smiles at Alex, gaging his response.

Alex would rather die than admit that he’s still trying to figure out how the topic of airplane food came up, so he just nods enthusiastically, actively stopping his eyes from dancing across Willie’s face, which is practically glowing in the evening sun. Evening. Shit. Alex pulls out his phone frantically. “Shit.” He says it out loud this time.

Willie’s brow furrows in confusion. “You good, dude?”

“Uh yea I’m just, I’m supposed to be meeting my fam- uh my friends for dinner and I have to be there in like 5 minutes.” He ignores the way Willie’s expression falls, convinced he’s just seeing things.

“Yea um, of course. I won’t keep you.” Willie stands up, his posture the stiffest that Alex has seen it in the whole 3 hours they’ve been acquainted for. “I’ll just… order a pizza.”

Alex hesitates in the doorway, weighing his options, which has never been his strong suit. “Do you want to join me?” He blurts impulsively. Willie looks at him in surprise. “I mean only- only if you want of course, we’ve only really uh, known each other for a few hours and you- you probably don’t want to, it was stupid. I’ll just- I’ll just go-”

“No! I’d… I’d like to, eating pizza alone in the dark sounds a little pathetic,” Willie responds.

Alex smiles genuinely. “Ok, ok that’s uh. Cool. That’s cool.”

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Alex is already regretting this. The restaurant isn’t too crowded, he notices with a relieved breath. But it’s loud. It’s loud and yet only one group of people is talking. Alex doesn’t even need to guess who.

“Ok but- no- no- the whole song would be better!”

“Say banjo one more time, I dare you!”

“Banjo.”

“Julie, what the hell?! This is betrayal!”

“You stole my breadstick, it’s only fair.”

Alex coughs, quieting the table to a dull roar.

“Alex!” Julie pulls him down to sit next to her. “Oh? Who’s this?” Reggie is grinning wickedly and Luke waggles his eyebrows in a way that makes Alex want to shave them off.

“This is uh, my roommate Willie,” Alex responds, his voice raising an octave. “He didn’t have plans so I uh… I invited him, I hope that’s ok.”

“Of course it’s ok!” Julie pats the space on the other side of Alex and Willie sits down, appearing… oddly nervous.

“Congrats! Your Alex’s first new friend since,” Luke taps his chin, pretending to think. “7th grade.”

Alex’s face promptly falls into his hands. He’s seriously considering the whole, shaving Luke’s eyebrows in his sleep thing.

Reggie leans forward conspiratorially. “What’s your opinion on banjos?” He asks, making a point to ignore Luke’s dramatic complaining.

Willie raises his eyebrows, clearly confused. “Um. No comment?”

“I’m… sorry about them,” Alex says apolegetically. “Uh, this is Luke, Reggie, and Julie-” he gestures to each of them; Reggie waves, beaming happily. “-and Julie’s dad should be…” He trails off, looking around.

“He had to take a phone call, something about Carlos refusing to eat dinner until he proves the house is haunted,” Julie explains, clearly biting back a laugh.

“I… okay.” Alex shakes his head. “Are we waiting for more food or did Reggie eat it all?”

“Ha ha,” Reggie punctuates his statement by sticking out his tongue. “We’re waiting for the actual meals-”

“Yea Luke already ate the entire bread basket.” Julie shoots a glare in Luke’s direction.

“Well… you suggested we get hotdogs,” Luke grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Payback.”

“Okay,” Julie laughs.

Willie leans over to whisper loudly to Alex, “What’s the story with the hotdogs?”

“Don’t tell him!” Luke cries, leaning across the table and slamming his palms down.

“We don’t talk of the hot-dogs,” Reggie mutters miserably.

“Food poisoning.” Alex shudders slightly. “Very bad food poisoning.”

“We almost died,” Reggie says, eyes widening. “Like, for real death. I’m pretty sure I was a ghost for a few seconds.”

“Reg, you were not a ghost,” Alex says, speaking like Reggie’s a 10 year old talking about monsters under his bed.

“I was!”

“You were not!”

“So,” Luke smiles mischievously, taking Reggie and Alex’s bickering as an opportunity to apparently torture the latter. Despite Alex’s warning glares, he turns to Willie with an innocent expression. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Luke,” Alex hisses, all too familiar with Luke’s antics.

“Hmmm.” Willie is painfully oblivious to Alex’s panicked expression as he mulls over his answer. “A lot of stuff really.” He shrugs. “Rock, pop, I like those lo-fi playlists when I’m trying to study.”

Luke nods, clearly pleased with the answer, but he isn’t done and Alex wants to hide under the table. He knows what’s coming next. “Thoughts on… drummers?”

“Luke.” Alex is seconds from lunging across the table.

“Drummers?” Willie asks, tilting his head confusedly.

“Yup,” Luke says, popping the p and still smiling like he’s some sort of innocent puppy-dog and not an absolute bastard.

“Hot,” Willie jokes. Alex can’t even hide the way he manages to choke on his own spit, and Luke and Reggie have never been great at subtlety, turning to Alex with matching shit-eating grins. Willie either doesn’t notice or is kind enough not to comment on it. “Yea, pretty sure young Roger Taylor was my gay awakening.”

Reggie is full on giggling now, and Alex’s entire face is gleaming a bright red. Willie glances around the table, puzzled.

“Mhm.” Luke nods before swiftly turning to Alex. “Hey Alex, by the way, you left your drumsticks in the car, do you need them back?” His voice is sickeningly sweet, coated in some sort of poisoned honey. It’s Willie’s turn to choke on nothing, failing to disguise it as a spontaneous coughing fit.

“Fine,” Alex squeaks as he sinks further down in his seat. If he pulls out his phone and messages Luke a flurry of threats, that’s no one’s business. He dares a glance at Willie, who has become quite fascinated with his hands, which are tapping out a mindless rhythm on the table, his cheeks and the tips of his ears dusted red.

Needless to say, Alex makes sure Luke doesn’t even get to look at the next bread basket.

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Kisses

Prompt: KISSES! PLATONIC K I S S E S 5 times Janis comforted Damian in the only way she knew how, VS, the one time it worked on her TW: d slur, falling (fear of or actually falling), death (fear of or actually dying), and gay (they’re gay- this isn't a ship fic) g/t mean girls

Janis felt- oddly optimistic for the first day of Sophmore year. Teachers were told that in the event Regina had a class with her, they were not allowed to sit near each other. Especially in tiny classes.

She may not have all her classes with Damian-

-in fact, they didn't have many together at all.

Ms. Sarkisian was fighting for that to be changed due to the past events of bullying. Neither of their parents were thrilled about these schedules and hey, Janis and Damian weren't either.

The bullying was awful no matter what.

But with Damian- it was bearable.

Janis was at her locker in the tiny hallway right now.

Taken the tiny bus typically means getting up earlier and getting to school later than most students, but, the bus arrived earlier than normal.

The giant part of the school was empty and few tiny teachers were here anyway.

The artist finished putting in her code, swinging open her comedically thin locker.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.

She had what was practically an in school restraining order on Regina, and her schedule- while may not be perfect now- would probably be changed in the near feature.

Janis just needed to get through these few days first.

It shouldn't be too bad.

Janis shut her locker, her backpack was now filled with books only needed for morning classes and feeling a lot lighter.

The building slowly was filled with the familiar shouts and slamming of lockers echoing through the walls.

The giant busses have arrived.

Janis had her first class with Damian so she slipped her schedule into the front pocket of her jacket and made her way to the tiny pick up zone.

Despite her confidence in this year, she kept her head down and shoulders hunched as she walked.

She didn't need space dyke thrown at her first day of school before classes even officially begin.

"You're here early." Damian smiled as Janis stepped onto the platform. "Thought you were gonna keep me waiting a lot longer."

Janis grinned, raising her arms as cue to be picked up. "Bus was early."

Damian brought Janis to his shoulder. "Just means we have more time before class starts."

Something was off about Damian. Janis couldn't put her finger on it.

The normally perky morning person of the duo seemed dull and distressed. It was clear his mind was elsewhere but Janis couldn't figure out what would have him so worried. Damian was the firm believer of new year new start.

The first days of school were his thing.

"You good, dude?"

"Mhmm," Damian said as he began walking. "Don't worry about it. We've got time to kill before class. Where do you wanna go?"

Janis frowned. Mhmm wasn't a Damian answer. It was a Janis I'm-avoiding-my-emotions answer. She thought about the one place nobody would be, that way she could talk with Damian without worry.

"The art room."

"Jan, we have a bit of time. Not enough to draw."

"I know. I don't wanna draw. It's just- quieter in there."

"Alright." Damian nodded, making his way to the back area of the school where the art wing was located.

His answers were short and lacking energy.

Janis didn't like it one bit.

She suppressed the urge to move closer to Damian's neck, not wanting to worry him by getting up while he's moving.

Instead, she concentrated on the hallway in front of them, trying to put her mind elsewhere.

The further away from the lobby they got, the fewer students there were.

A bunch of freshmen went running by, almost barreling into Damian in an attempt to get to their class.

His hand shot up to Janis but she managed to hold onto the shirt underneath her.

"Jesus Christ," Damian mumbled, watching the kids turn down the hall. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Janis said, examining Damian's face.

He was looking forward but it wasn't hard to miss the bags on his face and the way when he smiled, it didn't quite reach his eyes. Whatever was bothering Damian affected him enough for an obvious sleepless night.

Janis' heart sunk a bit in worry for her best friend.

She waited to speak as Damian entered the art room, shutting the door behind him and bringing Janis off his shoulder and into his hands.

She allowed herself to be lifted in front of his face, smiling sadly when the bags under his eyes were more prominent. "Hey, dude. You okay?" She asked softly.

Janis didn't really know what to say. Prying for information as Damian's thing. Her best friend never held out information. If something was bothering Damian, Janis was often the first to know. Damian loved to passionately vent, throwing hand motions and pacing around. But he wasn't now.

He was quiet for a while.

Before-

"Are you worried we don't have many classes this year?" Damian asked, shifting Janis so she was cupped into his hands.

"I mean, yeah but- it's probably gonna change. We just gotta deal for a couple of days." Janis says. "Are you worried?"

"A little." Damian admits.

A little wouldn't have him worked up like this.

"Just a little?"

"No."

Janis's heart melted for the boy holding her. "Dame- you don't gotta worry about me. Teachers know to keep Regina and I separated, Regina knows she isn't allowed near me in the halls, and this schedule thing? It won't last long. My mom just has to mention eight grade and they'll make sure we've got classes together."

"What about giant classes I don't have with you?" Damian's voice was nearly a whisper but Janis was so close that she could hear it loud and clear.

"I'll figure something out. I can sit in the front row, right by the teacher. I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She stepped forward to the edge of Damian's hand. "Okay?"

"Okay." He agrees softly.

She placed her hand on the tip of his nose for balance, leaning on the very edge of his hand.

"Jan." Damian's voice is wary but he doesn't dare move

Janis ignored him, pressing a kiss to his nose, giggling as her lipstick leaves behind a dark smudge. "I love you, Damian."

"Love you too."

"Janis Sarkisian I love you, I really do. But if you don't stop that I'm putting you in my jacket and zipping the pocket."

Janis grinned from where she dangled over the very edge of Damian's shoulder. "Sure."

"I'm serious," Damian continued. "You'll be imprisoned for your crimes. I'll go to study hall instead of joining you in art and I'll take you with me. No painting for you."

Janis swung her legs. "I don't believe you."

"You should." Despite the deadly serious tone in Damian's voice, he had an affectionate grin on his face.

Janis, following her better judgment (and her best friend's orders), moved in slightly as the hallways grew more crowded.

"Thank you." Damian said genuinely.

He stuck to the side of the halls in a vain attempt to avoid crowds as they reached a typical traffic jam area of the halls.

Janis gripped the shirt underneath her tighter as Damian made his way through one of the clumps of students.

Maybe she should have listened? She'd feel a lot safer closer to his neck, that's for sure. Janis scowled to herself because as always, Damian was right.

Janis was vaguely aware of a group of freshmen behind Damian, messing around. Damian, on the other hand, seemed hyper-aware as his shoulders stiffened.

Janis flipped her hair over her shoulder facing forward.

They were almost at the end of the group.

Then the hallway went in two different directions and it wouldn't be so crowded.

They were almost-

One of the boys behind Damian shoved another forward, bumping- probably unintentionally- into Damian.

Janis yelped as the shoulder beneath her jerked forward. She tried to keep her grip onto Damian's shirt but her body slipped forward faster.

Before her brain could catch up-

-she had tumbled headfirst off Damian's shoulder.

There was nothing to grab too, nothing to stop the fall. Nothing to prevent her from crashing into the tile floor that was incoming fast and faster.

Until it wasn't.

Janis' whole body jerked as a hand wrapped around her, halting the freefall.

She gasped, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

The hands she was in brought her up, adjusting to hold her properly.

Damian.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

That happened.

Janis swallowed harshly. She almost fucking died. One look up at Damian and he seemed to be having the same realization.

He stared at her momentarily with wide eyes before pulling her in close, changing course.

Janis didn't ask where they were going.

She didn't feel like going to class.

Even if it's art.

She watched silently as Damian entered an empty classroom.

I almost died.

It was the only coherent thought on Janis' mind.

It wasn't the first time shes almost fallen in the hall.

But shes never actually slipped off Damian's shoulder.

Just- bumped around a bit.

Damian sunk down one of the classroom walls, drawing his knees to his chest, his hands resting onto of them.

Janis sat from this new perch with a frown.

"Woah." She said softly.

"Yeah."

They sat in relative silence for a couple of moments.

Janis' heart was beating so loud she was pretty sure Damian could hear. She didn't ask.

"Are you-" Damian paused like he was scared to ask. "Hurt?"

Janis shook her head, not trusting her voice.

"I'm so sorry," Damian said, his head slumping down. "I didn't mean to grab you so roughly, I just- you were falling. I was so scared. What if I didn't catch you? If something happened to you, Jan- I-" His took a shaky breath, his voice trailing off.

Damian's hair had fallen in front of his eyes, but Janis knew that strained voice and shaking shoulders.

Damian was crying.

Janis was momentarily frozen, at a loss of what to do.

She was normally the one to break down.

Damian would hold her close and tell her she's safe.

Janis can hardly hold Damian close.

She stood up, the familiar yet overwhelming feeling of uselessness washing over her.

"Damian-" She hesitated, at a total loss for what she should say.

What she could say.

What do you say after this?

'Hey don't worry I'm fucking breathing with no broken bones.'

Something told Janis that wouldn't do much to help comfort Damian.

"I'm okay. I didn't get hurt. I'm right here. You saved me."

She stepped forward as Damian looked up, teary-eyed. "But-"

"No buts. I'm alive. I'm right here."

Damian leaned forward, resting his head on his knees. Janis leaning into his cheek, holding her arms out in the best hug (?) she could give at her size.

"Thank you for saving me." She whispered, kissing his cheek. "I'm okay. We're okay. Right?"

"Yeah."

Where was Janis?

"Jan?" Damian called out, knowing that if she wasn't here, she wouldn't hear him.

He stood at the tiny pick up zone, waiting for her. But she was late.

Actually, Damian was late, but he go here ten minutes ago and Jan was still yet to arrive, so she was later.

He looked down the tiny hallway, but there was nobody visible in the dim strip in the wall.

Where was Janis?

Damian sighed, pushing down the pit of anxiety bubbling in him. He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone but- it wasn't there.

Fuck.

He might have left it at the theater.

Damian shifted his weight momentarily.

He could run and grab it quick as he waited for Janis since she insisted on running late as fuck.

Damian quickly turned on his heels, rushing down the hall to grab his phone before Janis came out.

It wasn't in the theater.

Where the fuck could his phone be?

There was a vibration from his pocket.

The fuck?

His phone, which was definitely not there before, had gotten a text message.

From Janis.

Courtyard

And what about it?

Damian huffed, making his way to the courtyard.

Why would Janis say tiny pick up zone they wait at the courtyard?

Where was the courtyard?

Damian looked around.

When did he take a wrong turn? He knew where the courtyard was- so why did he walk in the opposite direction?

Damian made his way through the school, this time concentrating on where he was going. Because apparently, he's still making freshman-level direction mistakes.

Janis wasn't responding to his text messages asking him to clarify the 'courtyard'.

Damian paused at the tiny pick up zone one last time.

"Jan?"

No response.

Unsurprising.

The silence throughout the school was almost jarring. There was no hum of the vending machines as he passed. The teachers that normally stayed after were gone, their classrooms all dark and deserted.

Then Damian heard it.

Despite being nowhere near the courtyard, it rang thought the school, turning his blood ice cold.

"Leave me alone!"

Damian's heart stopped.

He knew that voice.

He knew that tone.

He now knew why Janis needed him in the courtyard.

Damian's stomach twisted, the familiar feeling of impending doom wrenched his gut.

No matter how quickly he moved, he couldn't reach the courtyard fast enough.

Damian's throat felt tight. He couldn't yell, He couldn't cry out for help.

He couldn't make it in time.

The courtyard doors were shut. They locked from the inside, but Damian couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.

He shoved against the push bar as hard as he could, growing more anxious when it wouldn’t budge.

He could see in the window, but it was almost worse.

He couldn't get in.

He couldn't help

He was right there.

Shane Omen stood in the courtyard, Janis in his hand.

Like every time he sees it, Damian felt his heart stop.

But normally, he could help.

But these god damn doors.

Damian shoved at the doors one last time and they flew open like there was no force needed.

He stumbled in but it was too late.

He was too far away.

Shane smirked, his grasp on Janis loosening.

Damian couldn't move.

His feet were glued to the ground, his eyes glued on Janis.

She landed on her side, falling deathly still.

Quiet, just like the rest of the school.

Damian gasped, jolting upright in bed.

Bed.

Oh.

Damian was vaguely aware of a startled cry as weight on his chest disappeared, landing in his lap.

"Dude. What the fresh fuck. It's tits early an I just wanna know what fucking made that a good idea."

Janis. She was- she was okay.

It was a nightmare.

A god fucking awful nightmare.

A nightmare.

Janis is okay.

It was a nightmare.

Tears burned in Damian's eyes. He felt conflicted. Yeah, it was just a dream, Janis was okay. But what a god fucking awful dream.

"Damian?" The annoyance from her abrupt wakeup was no longer in Janis' voice. "You okay?"

Damian laid back down. "Yeah," His voice was shaky but he pretended like he didn't notice. If he didn't point it out, maybe Janis wouldn't either. "Bad dream. That's all."

He felt the weight of his best friend walk back up his chest. But when he expected her to lay back down, she slipped off, continuing her trek until Damian felt weight shift on the pillow next to his head.

"Jan," He turned to look at her. "What are you doing?"

"If your bad dream resulted in me being fucking catapulted at three am-" She took a breath. "I can only imagine it was worse for you to actually live it. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not particularly, no." Damian turned to lay on his back again.

"That's okay too." Janis said.

Damian felt the pillow sink into next to his face followed the warm presence of Janis curled up against his cheek.

Janis was alive.

She was safe.

She was right there.

Damian tried to hold back a sniffle, not wanting to cue Janis in on how much he was letting that stupid dream get to him. She was asleep before. It's his fault she wasn't asleep now.

"You can talk to me, yknow," Janis said knowingly. "I always go to you. It's a two-way street."

"I know," Damian said. "You're gonna think it's silly."

Janis sat up. "Nightmares aren’t silly. They’re scary as fuck. It’s in the name, dude."

Damian smiled.

Janis was one of the bravest people Damian ever met. She would never let a nightmare get to her like this. She dealt with real issues. Like a real Shane Omen. Not in some dream courtyard. Janis dealt with it all and she handled it so well. It had to be Damian who got worked up over the nonfictional things.

"It was-" Damian took a shaky breath. "The whole thing was disorienting. But I guess the major take away was- you died Jan. There was nothing I could do to help. I just sat there. And-"

He took a shuddering breath, his entire chest heaving.

"Woah- Woah-" Janis was up in an instant. "Damian. Hey, breath. I'm not dead. I'm here. Right here."

Damian felt a tiny hand wipe away a tear he didn't realize he had even let fall.

"I'm right here." Janis repeated.

Damian turned on his side again to face Janis. "I love you."

The small girl visibly melted on the spot. "I love you too." She leaned in placing a soft kiss on the bridge of Damian's nose.

"I'm right here."

Damian smiled, bringing his hand up to pull Janis close to his chest once more. As he faced the ceiling Janis spoke up. "I don't care how much I love you, you wake me up like that one more time I'll murder you."

Damian laughed. "At that height?"

"Oh sure."

Janis wasn't quite sure what was up with Damian, but she wasn't stupid.

She knew it was something major.

She didn't like to jump to conclusions, but Janis was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that- the past week she's been at the Hubbards, there's been a significant lack of Mr. Hubbard.

But Damian didn't want to talk about it.

She wouldn't make him.

If Damian wanted sulk all day and pretend he was fine, the best Janis can do its support him and make him feel loved.

And she was trying her fucking best.

But it was getting hard.

Damian wouldn't smile as much anymore. He didn't care as much when Janis did reckless shit- which hey- she wasn't complaining.

But, she literally used the locker/tiny hallway to get to class and Damian just shrugged.

She was losing her best friend.

And fast.

And she was running out of ways to help.

Janis looked at Damian from where she sat on his pillow.

It was a Saturday night and of course, Janis spent it at the Hubbard's. And just like last night and every night before that- Mr. Hubbard was nowhere to be seen.

Damian was laying in his bed, on his side so he was facing Janis. His eyes were shut and his breath was even.

When Damian was asleep it was pretty easy to see the boy she first met. Scared and alone, just like Janis was.

She saw that boy a lot more often recently.

He just looked- more peaceful now.

Janis had snapped at Damian today. She hadn't meant to. She was angry at herself. For not being able to help Damian more. Angry at Mr. Hubbard for leaving behind his son. Angry at the world for not giving Damian the life and friends he deserves.

But she was in no way mad at Damian.

Yet he was the one she snapped at.

Janis sat up, overwhelmed with guilt and worry.

Damian deserved the world. Not just in her eyes, but anyone who ever got the chance to really know Damian would say the same.

He didn't deserve any of the hurt he felt. Ever.

Janis just wished she could do more.

She moved close to her friend, stopping where the pillow began to sink with the weight of Damian's head.

If they were the same size, maybe Janis could do more. Pull him into a hug, promise it would be okay.

But-

they were hardly the same size.

Janis brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of Damian's face away.

Whether Damian wanted to open up to her or not, Janis would stand by him.

She wouldn't leave him.

She'll be there when he needs her.

Janis may not be able to scoop up Damian and hold her close, but she could comfort him in other ways.

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Damian's forehead.

He's gonna be okay.

Janis will be here to make sure of it.

"Damian Hubbard is too gay to function?! That's only okay when I say it!" Janis was livid.

She crumpled the paper in her hands, flinging it at the ground, watching as it fell from her perch on Damian's shoulder.

"Only Cady could have written that."

The clear hurt in Damian's voice felt like a wave crashing on her. All Janis' anger disappeared, replaced with worry for her friend.

Damian's eyes were trained on the crumpled paper on the floor, all the way below them.

"Hey-" Janis said softly. "Let's go somewhere quiet, kay?"

Away from the girls fighting.

Away from the space dyke comments.

Away from that god awful paper and however many more there were.

Damian nodded, separating himself away from the crowd of raging girls. He walked slowly, like in a daze. Janis' heart broke.

She remembers how it first felt.

To see space dyke on her locker.

If Damian felt even an ounce of that right now? She'd kill Cady Heron with her bare hands. Size difference be dammed.

Damian pulled into the girl's bathroom. It was empty of course. The entire female student body was at each other's throats in the halls.

Janis forced herself to push down her anger. Push down her own hurt.

Damian needed her right now.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked her, stopping in front of one of the mirrors.

They both looked like a mess.

"Why wouldn't I be okay? Are you okay?"

Damian's eyes were trained on Janis' reflection ."It said space dyke too."

"I'm used to it," Janis mumbled. "It doesn't hurt anymore. But you-"

"I'll be fine." Damian snapped.

Janis opened her mouth to say something but closed it. Damian wasn't the one to snap or lash out. That was supposed to be Janis.

She was at a loss for what to do.

"Wanna-" Janis faltered. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay. That's alright. It's whatever you want to do. I totally understand whatever you choose to do. It's gonna be okay. Right? It's gonna be fine. Just- yeah." Janis laughed nervously, looking at her boots. "We're both gonna be fine."

Damian didn't respond.

"We don't need Cady. Right? We kinda figured that out when she threw that party. She's a bitch. So what. It doesn't mean anything. She's just like the rest of them. Plastic. We can't let her get to us. I mean- yeah. We thought she was our friend but she wasn't. There's nothing we can do about that. Plastic be pla-"

"Will you shut up about it?!"

Janis gasped at the shoulder underneath her jerked with a wild hand motion.

She was so caught up in her own anger for Cady- she totally forgot why she was taking about Cady.

"I'm sorry," Janis whispered, looking at their reflection in the mirror. Damian was looking away, and his arms recrossing in front of his chest.

Janis didn't talk for a while. Damian didn't seem to mind.

She knew deep down Damian was a lot more hurt they he was letting on. It wasn't hard to tell he wasn't okay. And he won't be okay- not for a while at least.

She was there before.

But-

-she went through it alone.

The harassment, the bullying, the feeling gross about your own sexual identity.

Damian wasn't going to go through it alone.

Janis was going to make sure of that.

She stood, walking slowly across Damain's shoulder, mindful of any sudden movements.

Damian turned his head to face the mirror, watching Janis carefully.

She reached out, placing her hand on his jaw. "Hey. You don't have to talk now- you don't have to talk anytime soon- but, I'm here. When you want to."

Damian nodded, leaning slightly into Janis' touch. "Okay."

Janis smiled sadly. "Okay."

They've been through worse together.

They can make it through this.

Janis reached onto her tippy toes, pressing a kiss into Damian's cheek. "I love you."

The boy laughed softly. "I love you, too."

Janis was having a shit fucking week.

That was phrasing it lightly.

She tossed over from where she lay on Damian's pillow, facing away from him.

It wasn't uncommon for school night sleepovers.

Frankly, some weeks Janis spent more at the Hubbards than anything.

It was only Wednesday.

Only Wednesday.

Long ass Wednesday.

After the spring fling, groups started merging. Cady was like glue, sticking the plastics and art freaks together.

Janis wasn't totally opposed.

Regina did apologize.

She just-

Janis wasn't ready to trust her again.

Janis didn't even fully trust Cady again.

All these people Janis now surrounded herself with, they could leave, at any moment.

Get bored of space dyke again. And just leave.

It clearly didn't hurt them the first time.

Janis laid back on her back, hyper-aware of the boy lying next to her.

She couldn't tell if he was asleep. She didn't want to disturb him anyway.

Would Damian leave too?

In the past- Janis knew he would choose her.

But they were all friends now.

Janis wouldn't blame him for picking the group over some worthless tiny.

If he stuck with Regina, he'd be safe, from all the bullying, from all the comments, from the general burden of associating with space dyke.

Maybe it was selfish, to want Damian to stay. He deserved better.

Yeah, they found each other at their lowest. Damian knew more about Janis that anyone should. But that didn't mean he had to stay.

Regina knew a lot about Janis too.

She left and didn't look back.

Why didn't Damian?

"Jan, you okay?"

Of course, Damian's awake.

Of course, he can tell something is off.

His voice was clear. There was no post-sleep grogginess. Damian had been awake for a while too.

Janis didn't turn to look at him. She could feel his eyes trained on her small form, even in the dark.

"I'm fine." She exhaled after a while.

"No, you're not." There's shuffling as Damian rolls slightly, propping himself up on his forearms so he's hovered over Janis. "Talk to me."

If anybody else did that, Janis would freak. But it's Damian. She forced a smile as she looked up at him. "It's nothing. It's- it's stupid that's what it is."

Damian frowned. From this close, Janis could feel the heat radiating off his face. The way Damian loomed over her should make her nervous- but it doesn't. She feels secure and safe. And loved. "I'm sure its not stupid."

"I just-" Janis crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't wanna be alone again."

Damian blinked, moving back slightly. "What do you mean, Jan?"

"What if- what if the plastics decide they don't want to be friends with me again. And its eighth grade all over. And- what if you decide to leave with them?" Tears that Janis would really rather not be there burned in her eyes. She felt foolish. Damian was right here now, but she was to busy worrying about a time when he won't be here.

Damian exhaled softly, his face falling. His breath was hot as it washed over Janis, a reminder of how small she was. Janis shook her head. "I told you it was stupid." She mumbled.

"It's not stupid." Damian insisted. "You have a perfectly good reason to worry about that. But- just know I'm not going anywhere. Certainly not with some plastics. If they do leave again, I'll still be here. No matter who leaves, I'll be here."

Damian leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Janis' middle. She smiled, holding the tip of his nose as it pushed against her.

"I promise." He said softly, sitting up a little.

Janis looked at the boy above her. Damian did so much for her, all the time. Even the smallest things made such a difference.

Janis isn't even sure Damian knows how much he means so her. "I love you, so much." Janis said sitting up as Damian scooped her into his hands.

"I love you, too. So much."

Damian repositioned himself so he was laying on his back, with Janis held to his chest.

Janis got comfy. Between the heartbeat underneath her, the hand above her, and the newfound confidence that her platonic soulmate was going nowhere- Janis had no issue falling asleep this time.

AHHHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH FUN BEAR AND I HAD WRITING THIS? WE PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER- i took a five and a half hour nap at six lmao- AND FREAKED OUT OVER HOW SOFT IT WAS giant kisses just- kergbqr @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt

#g/t mean girls #giant damian #tiny janis #hurt/comfort #platonic #THEY ARE PLATONIC #g/t #Giant/tiny #g/t writing

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something new (m)

➾ pairing: reader x college!jjk

➾ word count: 6k

➾ genre: college, fuck boy au; smut

➾ warnings: dom!jungkook, virgin!kink, smut, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), degrading names, slight crack (?),

➾ summary: jungkook has a thing for virgins. you just happen to be the one he has his eye on.

➾ a/n: this is for all my horny virgins out there! hopefully this quenches your thirst haha. and this has been such a relief to write??? i feel like so much unspoken tension was just released into this,

There was something about the chase that Jungkook liked. Sure, easy girls were always down for a quick fuck, but they were always there. He doesn’t have a problem with easy girls, in fact, he loves all women and doesn’t actually care about the sexual history of any partner. God, he loved women who put out right away, or even women who played a little hard to get, but the idea of being with a virgin made blood rush to his cock immediately.

He always has had an unjustified desire to take as many virginities as he could. Sure, maybe it was selfish of him, but there was something so appealing about being with someone who hadn’t been with anyone else before, who he could claim as his before anyone else.

His friends don’t understand him; they wonder why he would waste time showing someone how it’s done when he could just have a quick fuck and leave. Especially if it’s casual, they think it would be frustrating to have to be careful and guide the partner through sex with limited time when they can be with someone more experienced.

He knows that most guys wouldn’t want to take a girl’s virginity on a one night stand because they didn’t want the responsibly of making it memorable, but if they had the chance to take their girlfriend’s, they would dive in feverishly. This is how Jungkook feels even on quick hookups, even when he has no plans on dating them.

It can be a lot of pressure to get it right the first time, so he gets why almost all guys wouldn’t want to stress about making the first time special during a one night stand, but Jungkook knows for a fact he can. He’s been with countless virgins, all now exploring sexual experiences thanks to him, someone who opened up this world for them. He takes pride in the fact that he was with these then-innocent women before anyone else could even put their hands on them.

It was about his ego. He wanted to see how loud he could make a girl scream, how much she would writhe under him during her first time; the fact that women who have waited to have sex just to let him have his way with them makes him feel powerful. Most first times for women are hard to get right; women are much more complex than men, so for him, if he was able to make a virgin feel amazing, he felt like a king. Just thinking about whoever he is with remembering him and the way his cock felt inside of her for the rest of her life made him hard; it could be a lifelong connection. That is what drove Jungkook to you.

As Jungkook’s eyes gazed around the room, trying to decide who he would take upstairs tonight, his eyes landed on you, sitting alone on the sofa quietly, people watching with a solo cup in hand, looking bored out of your mind. He knew who you were immediately. When Taehyung had mentioned that a friend of his had let a freshman tag along to the frat party, his heart sped up. Jungkook would never go for an underaged girl, but both boys knew that most freshmen on this campus were virgins, so Taehyung let his best friend know about the potential target of the night. Jungkook’s face was covered with his standard smirk as he approached you.

He was always straightforward when talking to women, letting them know that a hookup was all that he wanted; he figured women would like to know exactly what they are getting into, so he did the same to you. “God, you look fucking amazing.” When your eyes meet his, he continues. “Hey, I’m Jungkook,”

“Y/N,” you replied softly.

“Ah, beautiful name for a beautiful face,” he sighs, “You’re a freshman right? I definitely would remember seeing a face like yours around campus,” you nod to answer his question as you blush at his compliment. “But, I’m not gonna lie,” he gave you his best smile, hoping it would work just like it always did, “I want to fuck you.”

Your jaw drops at his straightforwardness, but you already know who he is; you’ve been watching him all night after knowing about his virgin-fucking status, trying to see if you should try with him. “Why would I let you?” You decided to test the waters to see if he was who you were looking for tonight: you had wanted to lose your virginity too. “I heard from a friend that you tally how many freshmen you take virginities from,” you raise your eyebrow, scooting down the sofa to make room for him next to you. He smirks at you, knowing full well that you’re interested in him.

“Ah, so you know about my reputation. Well, you’re not wrong…” he plops down next to you and puts his arm around the back of the sofa as he tries to get closer to you, “It’s not a bad thing though, it means I know how to make you guys feel good,” he smirks at you as he feels you leaning into his touch.

Pulling yourself together, you scoff, “You guys? What is that supposed to mean?” you let out a laugh at how ridiculously full Jungkook is of himself.

“Well, you’re a virgin, correct?” He was trying to figure out if you were who he thought you were, but even if you weren’t, he was still going to shoot his shot and try to sleep with you–you looked so beautiful sitting next to him, so close to him. He wasn’t that picky; he just thought a fresh pick would is always a nice treat for himself. He hides his smile as he can practically see the astonishment cover your face as you blush a deep shade of red.

“Is it that obvious?” you look away from him as you chuckle to yourself darkly. Unbelievable. You just wanted to get it over with and trying to save yourself of your embarrassment, but that plan seems to have flown out the window.

He places a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” When you force yourself to look up, he’s just smiling at you. No smirk, no obnoxious gaze. “That’s actually really sexy.”

You have to say, you did not expect that type of response, even if you knew about his reputation; you had never thought that the campus fuck boy would be so eager to take it slow with a girl who has never done it before. You weren’t exactly innocent though; you’ve done enough to know that every guy you were with wasn’t good enough for you, so you had just been putting it off until you found someone who could do it right. Something was missing every time someone else touched you, something was unsatisfying.

You simply wanted a man who would put you first, take care of you until you adjust and then just fuck you as if you were the only person who mattered. Whether or not this person was Jungkook, you didn’t know, but you were willing to risk it all; he was so alluring, so addicting, that you knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough of him even though he hasn’t touched you yet. Not to mention, he has an campus-renown prestige for making the first time amazing. He was definitely the person to go to if you wanted to fuck for the first time.

You hesitate for a moment, still trying to gain confidence, “So, you have a thing for virgin girls?” you tease, “Maybe I’ll let you get get a taste. From what I’ve heard of your reputation, you can be pretty damn good…”

“Trust me, I know what people say about my cock. Just tell me what you want, I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never forget it,” his voice drops octaves lower as his eyes darken with lust.

Looking up at him you say, “I want… a lot of things that I feel like I won’t be able to get, that’s why I’ve waited so long, because I want so much and I don’t want to be disappointed,” he waits expectantly, as if he wants to memorize all my wishes so that he can grant them all, “I want a man who knows my body, how can make me go crazy just with the tip of his tongue or his finger. I want someone to do all the kinky shit that he wants but soothe my body afterwards and makes sure I’m okay,” you take a breathe, hesitantly replacing the unknown with ‘you’, “I want you to be rough as fuck, dominate me, devour me… I want you to pound me into the bed as you force every single one of my orgasms and make me cum over and over until I’m crying and can’t cum anymore. I want you to take control my body make me beg. God, I want it to be so messy, so dirty, just fucking filthy, while you say dirty shit that will make me wet thinking about it days later. I just want a thick cock that will stretch me out and fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want to hear what a good slut I am when I milk every last drop of cum from your cock and I want your cum to fill up my virgin pussy until it’s spilling onto the sheets… fuck…”

You can’t believe the words that fell from your mouth. You had never been this dirty before, you had mostly just fantasized about it, hoping that it would come true one day, but the words never left your mouth. When you notice Jungkook’s silence, you quickly add, “I mean, but that’s just sorta a fantasy… I doubt I could handle that the first time anyway, so just never mind –”

“Where have you been all my life?” he groaned as his pupils were blown wide as he gripped the red solo cup so hard that it was about to break. He licked his lips then released his grip on the cup, setting on on the armrest, to rub his hands against his thighs in excitement. Your eyes follow his hands, and you can’t help letting out a small gasp as you see a bulge growing from his sinfully tight jeans. “I’ll do anything you want, and more. Jesus fucking Christ, that’s so hot. You seem so innocent, I didn’t expect that to come from your pretty little mouth… let’s go, I can’t wait any longer,” he rambled as he tries to stand up.

“Wait, wait,” you smile teasingly, resting your arm against his to stop him, “I can’t jump into bed with you not knowing if you are any good or not, can I?”

His eyes widen in panic, and you feel a surge of power course through your veins as you feel your control over him, “What the fuck are you talking about?” his harsh whispers sound like he’s in pain, “I’m definitely good, fuck, one of the best in the whole damn university. You said it yourself! Just ask any fucking girl in this house,” his rapid words revealed his sense of urgency, “You can’t seriously think about giving me blue balls after talking like that, while looking like this?” he gestures to your sitting figure.

You just laugh, as you feel like he has never been told ‘no’ by a single girl before. “Hm,” you decide you’ll let him chase you around a little bit, “I’m not sure if you’d do things I would like, you know? How about this, just tell me what you want to do to me,” you look at him with a newfound hunger and his panic suddenly disappears, his cool facade coming back as he knows exactly where the conversation is going, “and if I like what I hear, I’ll let you eat me out, and if you’re any good, then maybe, maybe, I’ll let you slide your dick in.”

“Oh, you’re playing hard to get now?” His classic smirk returns, “I get it, I love the thrill of the chase; it’s so much better when we finally fuck. But you don’t believe in my capabilities? Oh, I’ll prove just how good I am, I’ll make you come so hard when I go down on you and eat you out, you’ll be so wet and ready for my cock to stretch out your virgin cunt,” he practically spits.

He rests his hand on your knee suddenly, smirking as you blush even more while the corners of you lips twitch. As he scanned your face, he knew he was making progress. “I’d start with my tongue. I would leave kisses and bite marks trailing you neck, all the way down to your boobs. I’d play with your nipples, teasing you enough to get you squirming underneath me. God, I want to leave marks all over you, let everyone know that I had my way with you: I would I’d lick your thighs, bite your nipples, suck on your clit… You would be feisty and bratty and fuck, I’d teach you your lesson by spanking you hard enough to leave it red and raw, covered with my hand prints. You’d be dripping for me, begging me to fill up your virgin cunt with my cock.” His deep chuckle accompanied with the tapping of his fingers slowly up your thigh sent shivers down you spine.

“If you’re still not begging, I’d go down on you; I’d attack your clit as I sink my fingers into your wet hole. I’d make you come just like that, with my tongue and fingers. I need to make you very wet for me because your virgin pussy is gonna be so tight around my cock; I need to slide in easily. I like it rough, but I’ll go easy on you for your first time.” He smirks at your pale, shocked expression, “Is that vivid enough for you?”

You can feel how wet you are just by listening to his voice, and not trusting your voice, you simply nod and grab his hand, “Let’s go to my place.”

The walk to your apartment was silent, and he knew that you were still wondering if this was the right decision. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks with concern. You smile widely and nod, excitement coursing through your body. “That’s not enough, I need to hear you say it,” he continues.

“Jungkook, I want this. I’ve been waiting so long for someone who can make me feel good, and I think that person is you…but if you aren’t any good I can still kick you out, you know,” you teased.

“Trust me, you’ll be begging me to stay,” he says with ambiguous confidence, a smirk plastered on his face.

Slamming the door to your apartment shut, he presses your back against the door, “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he grunts as he roughly attaches his lips to yours. His teeth bite down on your lower lip as he places his hands on your hips, slowly grinding his crotch against yours. You let out a breathy whimper as he presses his lips everywhere he can. His tongue draws patterns on your neck as his hands travels behind you. “Such a pretty ass,” he mumbles as he claws at the skin, now revealed as the shorts ride up the wall.

You bury your head in his neck as his teeth gnaw at the skin around your collarbone. Getting restless, you tug slightly on his shirt. Getting the hint immediately, he separates his lips from your skin for just enough time to rip of his shirt. Reattaching his lips to yours, his movements reach a new level of feverishness. Slipping his hands behind your thighs, he lifts you with ease, prompting your legs to wrap around his waist.

Stumbling into your bedroom, he practically throws you onto the bed. Jungkook was thinking about going gentle on you, but now he doesn’t know if he can control himself. He crawls over you, pressing another kiss on your lips as his hands slip up your shirt. You feel him groping your breasts through the bra, but you want to feel direct contact. You pause him for a moment to take off your shirt and he practically drools looking at your almost exposed chest.

“Fuck,” he groans as he unclasps your bra, “you have such great fucking tits,” his hands knead the flesh eagerly and you feel yourself wanting more. As if reading your mind, he latches his lip to your nipple as he suckles gently, sinking his teeth slightly. You whimper at the sensation, and his tongue swirls around the abused spot to sooth it.

His lips break contact from your chest and the sudden hit of cold air brings goosebumps to your skin. He places gentle kisses in the valley of your breast and down your abdomen to your belly button. He tugs down the shorts and underwear in one swift movement and discards the material on the floor. Realizing you are completely exposed underneath him, you squeeze your thighs together in embarrassment.

He shakes his head as the action doesn’t go unnoticed by him, “Don’t be embarrassed,” he cups a hand to your cheek, “You look beautiful.” He begins spreading your thighs open with his large hands carefully, while looking into your eyes.

“Do you want me to eat you out now?” his voice his deep with desire, and once you give him a verbal confirmation, he hums in approval as he plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh, “You smell so fucking delicious.” He stares for a long second at your heat. He’s amazed at how small and tight it looks, dripping with wetness. God, he can’t wait to devour it; he licks his lips immediately. He just knows that when he gets the chance, his cock will tear the small hole apart. He loves that part.

A gasp emerges from your from your throat as you feel his plush lips latch to your swollen bud. Suckling slowly at first, you feel he tongue swirling circles around your clit. You squirm at the new sensation, pleasure surging through your body with this being the first time you felt anything like this; you can’t help but bite back a giggle as the new feeling slightly tickles you.

Feeling arousal gush out of your entrance, Jungkook smiles into your heat as he sucks much harder, making you writhe under him. You let out a moan, almost sounding like a breathy laugh, as the intensity of the feeling in your core increases exponentially.

Detaching reluctantly from your clit, Jungkook’s eyes stare at your sopping hole. “So wet, just for me,” he licks his lips. Laying his tongue flat again your hole, he swipes up a strip before groaning, “I could eat you out all day, fuck.” You feel his tongue slowly enter.

His soft lips tease open-mouthed kisses against your heat, and Jungkook’s hands grasp your hips to pull you closer to him. His tongue skillfully swirls inside of you, and you can’t help but let out a deep moan, pleasure building up in your stomach. Feeling you get slicker and slicker, he pulls his face away to grin at you, mouth and chin slicked with your arousal, licking his lips. “Are you ready for my fingers, little girl?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper, the pet name adding to your arousal, “I need you inside me.” Laughing, he trails his index finger down your folds. Parting your folds, he slowly allows his digit to dip inside your heat; the stretch is easy to handle due to the your wetness.

Suddenly, you let a out a blood curdling scream, and Jungkook immediately reacts, pulling his finger out, “What? What happened? Did I do something? Was it too much?” he gushes his concern, rambling apologies as he genuinely feels guilty.

So, it makes sense that he is puzzled when you start laughing, rolling around in the bed underneath him, “No, no, no, it was fine,” you giggle, wiping a tear from your eye, “it just felt ticklish,” you say childishly, slightly embarrassed.

Furrowing his eyebrows, “What the fuck, Y/N,” he sighs, slightly exasperated. “Ticklish? Really?” he seems astounded, his jaw falling open in surprise, “I wasn’t really going for that…but … I’m glad it didn’t hurt you,” he laughs with you.

“I think I like tickling more than you eating me out,” you joke as you wiggle your eyebrows goofily.

“You are so fucking weird,” he mutters as he tries to hide his amusement, biting his lip to contain his laugh. He slowly parts your lips again, looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow as if to see if you’ll scream again. When you seem okay, he eases his whole finger in slowly, still watching your reaction. He lets you adjust when he sees you struggling to hold in a laugh, you biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut. He laughs, rolling his eyes, “Are you serious right now?” but he still tries to ease your discomfort.

Sensing that you are ready for him to move, he curls his finger “Jesus, so fucking tight, I can’t wait to stretch your virgin cunt for the first time,” he groan. Starting to move he finger inside you, he can immediately feel your walls clench around him, but now out of pleasure as opposed to the uncomfortable feeling of a tickle. “Fuck, you’re so damn responsive,” he groans, “only the tip of my finger is in, yet your greedy cunt keeps sucking it. This is why I love to fuck virgins; they react so much to my touch, fuck,” You are now panting heavily, as you hadn’t felt anything so intense. His lips reattach to your clit, and you clench sporadically around his fingers as he sinks it deeper. Accompanied by his harsh sucking, you release another gush of your wetness.

He starts to grind his index finger against your core, making you squirm underneath him, which makes his cock twitch; he loves seeing a women under his complete control. In sync with every thrust, he rolls your hungry nub with his tongue before thrusting even harder inside of you to press against a spot that made you scream. Every time he pulls out, your walls suck him back in, and his only response is the way he curls his finger to rub against that spongey spot that has you a mess underneath him.

As you twitch underneath him, the feelings taking over your body are alien to you. You want him inside you so bad, you need his long fingers to spread you until it burns so that you can let his thick cock tear you apart. You start to rolls your hips against him, trying to get as much as possible inside of you. He loves seeing you like this: squirming and whining underneath him. He has complete control over you body, and he feels his cock twitch thinking about how you will fall apart around his cock. He knows that his cock needs relief from his tight pants, but he can’t seem to care, as his only concern as of now is to make you scream his name as you cum hard around his fingers.

“Jungkook,” you whine, wanting more, “I need to have you deeper, please!” You arch your back and your hips fly off the bed as your muscles spasm and your walls clench at the stimulation of his thumb flicking your swollen clit.

“Ah, you doubted me,” and smirks, “but here you are trying to get my fingers as deep as possible like a dirty slut.” He places his free hand against your lower abdomen and pushes you roughly against the bed, “Stay still, like a good little whore,” he nearly growls as he slides another finger into you, continuing his attack against your hole.

The feeling of two fingers curling inside of you making you scream out, as you try to close you legs around his head. “Shh, I know you can handle it,” he mumbles as he stops thrusting his fingers into you, now only making a scissoring motion inside of you, “Good, baby girl,” he praises when your walls relax and allow both fingers to slide around easily. “Look at your hole, so tiny, so wet and hot, just for me. It’s never felt a cock inside it, has it? I’m gonna stretch it out so well, fuck, you’re so tight around my fingers, I can’t imagine what it will feel like around my thick cock; I’m gonna tear you apart so well.”

You suddenly feel yourself stiffening around his fingers, clenching your walls tight as the feeling of intense ecstasy builds in your lower stomach, and Jungkook knows that you are close as he is familiar to the feeling of a woman approaching her orgasm. “Ah, Jungkook, I’m so close, please, more,” you cry out, tears brimming your eyes at the fierceness of your orgasm approaching.

“That’s right, baby girl, come for me,” he coos, “you’ve been such a good girl, just a little more and you’ll feel so good…” His head dives down to your core, and he suckles your swollen nub and his fingers thrust in and out of you; this was just enough to send you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure as you clench hard around his fingers, and Jungkook knows that you’ve come as your legs twitch and your muscles spasm with each time he flicks your nub. Helping you ride out your orgasm, he places his mouth at your entrance and sucks up the arousal gushing out of you. He licks up every last drip of your arousal as you pant underneath him, still recovering from the best–and probably the first by a man–orgasm of your life.

After cleaning you up he looks at you with eyes full of adoration. His cheeks and lips are glistening with your cum and you feel yourself getting wet again just looking at how happy he was to eat you out. “Did I live up to your expectations?”

“You’ve surpassed them,” you smile as you sit up on your elbows. “I think it was the first time someone has made me cum like that; that was amazing,” you gushed. You eyed the bulge in his pants, hungry for more.

Catching where your eyes gaze, Jungkook smirks at you, “You just came so hard, made such a mess, and you still want my cock? Such a little cockslut,” he teases, but still he feverishly unbuckles his pants and rips down his pants, standing at the foot of the bed. You notice a wet spot on his underwear, where you assume his pre cum leaked. His fingers latch around the band of the material, where he pauses, “Are you sure you want this?”

You laugh, happy that he keeps asking for approval, but you still repeat your answer, “I want this. I want you,” you lick your lips as he responds by pushing down his boxers standing naked above you.

The first thing you noticed is that it was huge. The sheer length was astounding, but even more impressive was the girth of it; there’s no way it’s gonna fit inside of you, even after he fingered you. “It’s gonna fit don’t worry, I made you wet enough,” he teases, stroking his length. Shit, you must have voiced your thoughts out loud. He crawls above you, licking his lips hungrily. “Condom?” he questions.

You pause. You’ve been on birth control since highschool, so you knew that you were protected in terms of pregnancy. You hadn’t been intimate enough with anyone to have an STI, so you were most likely clean. But was he? After all, he is a campus fuck boy. “Are you clean?” you ask softly, hesitation in your lips.

He smiled, “I always use a condom for a quick hookup, and when I don’t, it’s with someone I know for a fact is clean.” You looked into his eyes, waiting for an answer, “So yeah, I’m clean.”

“Good,” you reply, “I wanted to feel everything when you’re inside me,” you say shyly, being completely honest. Smirking in response, he spreads your legs apart and places his knees between your thighs. He uses his fingers to scoop up any left over arousal, and slathers it onto his bare cock. Spreading his pre cum with his thumb, he guides his tip to your entrance.

“God, your cunt is so fucking drenched. I bet I could slide right in with absolutely no problem. Hm, look at you, clenching around nothing, are you that hungry for my cock? Yeah, you’re gonna get what you want, little girl, you’re about to be ripped apart for the first time…” he slowly presses his tip at your entrance, pausing to let you adjust.

This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. You knew it would be painful the first time, but you didn’t expect this. You let out a strangled cry as it fills you up more than you have ever felt before, despite it just being the tip. The stretch is unbelievable, and you don’t think you can take it, “Ah, Jungkook, it’s too big,” you whine, squirming around him.

“Shh, I know baby girl, the tip is the worst part, just relax and let me in just a little more, it’ll feel so good once I do.” You nod and try your best not to tighten your core; he helps you relax by pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, you feel his length slowly fill you up until about half of him is in. You clench around him hard, the object inside of you a foreign feeling to your body. You whimper as the feeling is getting unbearable.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N, I can’t believe it.” He lets out a groan as he bottoms out into you, “Even after fucking you with my fingers, your cunt is so tiny, so tight, so unused, fuck– if you keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna blow my load right now, fuck.”

You try to relax in order to prevent your muscle spasms; your hands are gripping his shoulders and your teeth are sinking into the soft skin at his neck to prevent a scream from escaping your mouth.

Slowly, he pulls out his length, but only halfway to make it easier on you, and presses him self in with a little more force, making you cry out, “Ah, Jungkook, fuck!” while clenching around him again as you raise your hips to meet his. He puts kisses on your neck as his fingers tangle in your hair, his hips slowly repeating the same motion. Gradually becoming accustomed to the feeling, you feel yourself spasming less sporadically, allowing Jungkook to create a constant tempo with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking warm, so tight, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, shit,” he picks up his pace and you feel yourself getting slicker and slicker with each thrust as you writhe underneath him in pleasure, the feeling slowly building up.

He stares at the spot where your bodies connect, infatuated with the way your cunt swallows his whole cock and releases it unbelievably slick with your arousal. “Oh god, you look so hot squirming under me… yeah, you like it when I fuck you like this? Completely stretching out your tiny cunt with my thick cock? Yeah, I know you do, just look at the mess you’re making on the sheets… fuck, you’re dripping everywhere, such a messy little slut. I bet you can’t wait to have my cum inside of you, huh, baby girl?” His words make you clench so hard that he lets out a strangled moan, “Answer me!” he slaps your thigh with a sharp flick of his wrist, making it burn in a pleasurable pain.

“Yes, Jungkook, yes, fuck, I want you to come in me,” you scream out as you feel yourself getting closer to your high as you begin to clench around him again. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull his hips closer to yours as you press your lips to his.

He feels his urge to come, but there is no way he is gonna have the embarrassment of coming before you during your first time. He brings his finger down to you clit and starts tapping furiously, trying to push you over the edge, making you scream out in pleasure as you arch your back. “You like that, little girl? Yeah you do, I can feel you clenching so hard around me, I can feel how wet you’re getting around me. Fuck, you’re close aren’t you? That’s right, come for me baby,” he growls as he begins to thrust a finger into you along side his cock.

The sensation is glorious, and you feel him rubbing that one spot that makes you cry out his name. The mix of the stimulation of your clit, along with your pussy being filled with his cock and a finger rubbing against that spongey spot, you reach your high, moaning his name over and over as you gush out your arousal, clenching hard around everything.

“You look so damn hot when you cum,” his trusts begin to get sloppy, and as you begin to clench around him due to overstimulation, he squirts his hot cum against your walls, collapsing on top of you. His weight is slightly too much over your body, and you try to nudge him off of you, but he still looks so peaceful. You feel him getting soft inside of you, and he slides out, his length slick with both of your releases; he collapses next to you, breathing heavily, now allowing you to breathe freely without his weight on your chest.

He breaks the silence, “You okay?”

You turn to him and smile, nodding, “Amazing. That was unbelievable…” you pat him on the cheek, “good job,” you laugh.

He just gives you a weird look, but you know he’s holding a laugh at your comment. “So, my reputation still stands?” he wiggles his eyebrows and you affirm him teasingly.

After taking time to catch your breath, you question him, fiddling your thumbs, “You said you always use a condom for a quick hookup. Why didn’t you want to use one this time?”

He turns to you and grins, “I mean, I assumed you were clean, you’re a virgin, and I wanted you to be fucked raw for your first time,” he pauses, for a second, “Plus, I usually don’t ask for this, but I was hoping this wasn’t a quick hookup,” he stares at you to read your reaction.

“Ah,” you say, with a drawn out pause, pretending to be in contemplation even though you knew that you didn’t need to think to answer, “So, what you’re saying is… you want more?” you quirk your eyebrow teasingly.

“I usually don’t double dip, but I’m willing to make an exception for you,” he grins, jabbing your side, “You felt so fucking warm and tight, you just made me cum so damn hard, so damn fast… of course this isn’t a one time thing,” he presses kiss lips to yours, and you pull him closer to you, tangling your hands in his hair as his hands wander your warm body. “I promise next time will be longer…”

You definitely wouldn’t mind doing this again.

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After The Fact

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Fat Gum (Brief)

Other Tags: Set immediately after the current arc, Hurt Kirishima (Physical and Emotional), Bakugou Doesn’t Know How To Handle Emotions, Hurt/Comfort

(A note: You know, the adults in this world are incredibly irresponsible. Letting fifteen year old newbie heroes-in-training participate in this kind of rescue, resulting in at least one of them getting beaten within an inch of his life...)

Read on Ao3 here

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They come back late at night.

Two days. They’d been gone for two days: Uraraka, Tsuyu, Deku. A couple of upper classmen, too. Aizawa-sensei.

Kirishima.

The class did not know the details beyond this: their classmates were helping the pro heroes. They would not be updated any further. It was a murmur of excitement, some jealousy — “Man,” Kaminari laments, “Kirishima’s been getting all the fame, huh?” So much for having a weak, style-less quirk. Kirishima didn’t need flashy: he was strong as hell on his own.

So was, apparently, Deku. Enough that they, fucking freshmen heroes in training, were chosen to go on a mission with pros. That should have been Bakugou. The upperclassmen make sense. Aizawa, too, and hell he can even respect Uraraka and Kirishima and Tsuyu being there cause, yeah, they’re pretty damn good at what they do.

But Deku.

He doesn’t know what to think about Deku any longer. There’s this knee-jerk disgust and need to snarl and bite and tear into him and reduce him to bloody shreds because how the fuck is Deku there but not Bakugou.

But that’s not what matters right now.

A quarter before one in the morning, Bakugou gets out of bed. He knows that the teachers are alerted when the doors open past curfew, but hell if he’s going to let that stop him. Those fuckers are back — he knows because he saw them clambering out of a truck together, and he can recognize Deku’s obnoxious fucking hair from a mile away.

No one comes to stop him, anyway. They must be too damn busy giving a hero’s welcome to bother with some kid sneaking out late at night. Bakugou sneers. He’d going to find out what’s going on if he has to beat it out of Kirishima. The asshole had his lips sealed tight up until he fucked off for the last two days. Didn’t even say a god damn word.

Outside, it’s cold. The air is still. He should have brought a jacket, but it’s too late now, so Bakugou trudges onwards in nothing but his shoes and pajamas towards the front of the school. There are voices, low, impossible to make out their words, but enough to tell him the majority of the faculty is up. Something big had happened.

His eyes find Deku first. He looks somehow more pathetic than usual, small and beaten, though not physically. He’s sitting beside that piece of shit that decimated the entire freshman class: lemon million or some other bullshit name like that, Bakugou doesn’t really care.

He drags his eyes away from Deku before he starts to feel sick. There are Uraraka and Tsuyu. The upperclassman that stuttered worse than Deku. Aizawa.

Where was...

He didn’t see him immediately, because Kirishima was bright and loud and colorful in Bakugou’s mind. It was hard to take that image of him and place it into what he was seeing. But, it was absolutely Kirishima. Hair down, and sitting in a wheelchair. A man Bakugou didn’t recognize was holding onto his chair, tall and twiggy. A build like All Might’s, but with actual muscle on his bones.

His heart stuttered before Bakugou stormed forward. Uraraka was the first to notice him, gasping and going, “Hey—!”

“Not now,” he growled, clipping her with his shoulder as she tried to stop him. She didn’t really try, actually. She was smarter than to get in the way of Bakugou’s warpath.

The teachers took notice of him next, a collective babble of his name and scolding and “What’s he doing?” “Someone get him out of here.”

“It’s fine.” Aizawa’s weary voice broke out over them all. “He’s here for his friend, let him be.”

It was a sensation Bakugou had never felt towards a teacher. Something warm and pleasant, yet at the same time it left him feeling he couldn’t breathe. To be fair, gratitude wasn’t something he felt much at all. He’d stomp it down later.

“Hey,” he barked, catching the tall-skinny-muscled guy’s attention. His body looked weird, like there were gaps where there shouldn’t be. Stretch marks, too, visible even in the low light. Bakugou ignored him. “Shitty-hair.”

Kirishima raised his head, lethargically slow. He looked a wreck: his skin was discolored, scratched and scuffed. There were faint lines that suggested Recovery Girl or someone with a similar quirk had already gotten to him. The fact that he was still in a fucking wheelchair didn’t spell anything good. “B-Bakugou?” He asked. Even his voice came out slow.

“Easy there, Riot.” The skinny fucker set a hand on his shoulder. He gave Bakugou a look that was as curious as critical. “He needs t’ rest, kid. You his friend?”

“I’m —” Bakugou grimaced, eyes flickering to Kirishima. “Yes, whatever. The fuck happened?”

Kirishima gave a shaky laugh. “I got my ass handed to me,” he said, a hint of shame in his voice that Bakugou despised.

“What he means,” skinny fucker cut in, teeth stretching into a grin, “‘s that he saved my ass. Took a beating that was blowing right through my armor and lasted long enough to turn the tides.”

Kirishima mumbled, ducking his head in what Bakugou knew to be bashfulness. “That sounds more like it,” he snorted. “I’ll take the fucker. He needs to get to the med bay.”

“Right you are.” The man’s face shifted, regarding Bakugou with approval. “What’s yer name, kid?”

“Does it fucking matter?” He shouldered his way in to grab the handles of Kirishima’s wheelchair. “Bakugou.”

“Ooooh yer that kid. Shoulda guessed Riot would hang with the wild types.” The man gave a quiet, fond laugh. “I’m Fat Gum, by the way. I know it’s hard ta believe right now, but gimme a week ‘r two and I’ll be back at full health. An’ take care a’ Riot for me. I’ll be back to visit you as soon as I’m done with this mess, ‘kay, hero?” His voice softened, the last words directed at Kirishima.

He got a mumbled, “Mmmmkay,” before Bakugou decided he’d had enough with the sappy bullshit and wheeled him away.

“So ‘m I being interrogated?” Kirishima yawned.

Bakugou looked down at him. When he passed the doors, the fluorescent lights filtering over them from above, he could really get a look at how beat up Kirishima was. His chest was a mottling of bruises. His arms were bandaged from the wrists up to the shoulders. It looked like all he’d received was a step above emergency first aid after the healing quirk took effect. “Later,” he grumbled at last. “You look too braindead to answer shit.”

“Sssounds good.” His head lolled, but he didn’t seem to be going to sleep.

When they reached the med bay, Bakugou wheeled him right up to a bed. His first attempt to lift Kirishima left him gasping, recoiling from Bakugou’s touch. Bakugou jerked his hands away. “Fuck! Jesus christ, Shitty-Hair!”

“Sorry!” He breathed out, lowering his arms from the protective cross over his torso. “There’s just. A lot of damage.”

“God just fucking tell me before I — shit.” He clenched his jaw. “Does it not hurt anywhere?”

Kirishima thought on it for a moment. “Um. No?”

Perfect.

“Okay, well I need to get you up in the fucking bed so just grit your goddamn teeth.” He didn’t know how to get someone into a bed without hurting him. That wasn’t his fucking job. Where the hell was Recovery Girl — had the idiots outside not thought to wake her up?

It was an awkward sort of shuffling, but Bakugou managed to get one arm under Kirishima’s legs and the other beneath his arms. Kirishima hissed and whimpered and Bakugou’s stomach twisted but he got him into the bed. The instant he let go, Kirishima was curling in on himself, trembling.

“God, this is pathetic,” Kirishima groaned out, voice shaking. “Not manly at all.”

“Your entire body is bruised,” Bakugou snapped back. “Shut the fuck up, it’s going to hurt, don’t act like you’re supposed to be tougher than that or some bullshit.”

Kirishima blinked at him. His eyes were a bit glassy. “You’re, um. Giving me some mixed signals here."

Bakugou grumbled. He searched the area of the bed, looking for the — there. He jabbed the ‘Call Nurse’ button a couple dozen times and hoped it would get someone up off their incompetent ass. He was gonna track them down and blow them to kingdom come otherwise — after they gave Kirishima some painkillers.

He set about thieving the pillows from other beds to shove beneath Kirishima’s head. Then pushed another bed right up against Kirishima’s and hopped in cause fuck if he was just gonna sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair while the doctors took their sweet ass time.

“So you got beat to a fucking pulp,” Bakugou stated.

Kirishima wilted. “Yeah. I wasn’t. I broke. I mean, my quirk did, it wasn’t strong enough. I had to keep layering on more and more just to withstand it all.”

He gave the redhead a furious look, snapping, “So? That sounds pretty fucking tenacious to me. ‘My skin fucking shattered so I just hardened the next layer so that could shatter too’ do you even fucking listen to yourself? Like anyone else would have the fucking guts to stay on their feet pulling that.” He crossed his arms. Kirishima was so incredibly fucking stupid. It was an insult to himself and to Bakugou for god’s sake.

“I guess that’s... another way of putting it.” Kirishima’s voice was soft. His fingers were clenching and unclenching. “I kept thinking of you, you know. About what you’ve said in the past, about my quirk, about what makes a hero strong.”

“In the middle of a fight?”

Kirishima gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Like, I could hear your voice, telling me to push harder. I guess that sounds weird, doesn’t it. Hearing voices and stuff...”

In, out. His fingers curled and released, trembling with the strain. Bakugou growled under his breath and snatched his hand. “Quit that,” he huffed. “It hurts, doesn’t it? And quit worrying about useless shit in general, like if you heard my voice telling you to get off your ass then congratu-fucking-lations. It worked, didn’t it?”

It was a little pleasing, too. Kirishima latching onto his words, remembering them in the middle of a fight. He at least had the intelligence to understand Bakugou’s words for what they meant.

Kirishima’s hand was limp in his own. When Bakugou went to pull away, he made a quiet noise, fingers twitching until he stopped.

Even his breaths were raspy. Whatever beating he’d taken was enough to crack his armor — who knew what it had broken underneath?

“We were saving a little girl.”

Kirishima’s rasp trickled into the silence. Bakugou looked up at him again, but his eyes were distant. “Her dad was using her blood to make that quirk-elimination drug. He would force her to do it. And if she didn’t listen, he’d hurt her. It didn’t matter how far he went cause he can put bodies back together.” His jaw started to tremble. “Isn’t that disgusting? How could — how could a parent — how could anyone —”

His voice broke. Bakugou didn’t know what to do. There were tears sliding down his face, hitching, aborted breaths in his chest.

“You saved her, didn’t you?” Bakugou said more than asked.

"We did.” Kirishima choked out the words. “But — but how —”

“That’s why you’re a god damn hero, isn’t it?” Bakugou held his hand the way one would a baby bird. A squeeze too tight and...

It was so strange to think of Kirishima as something delicate. But god, he was. His body, in this moment. But it was his heart more than anything, exposed no matter how tough his armor, always too ready to feel and to love and to hurt. He was going to destroy himself this way, but Bakugou didn’t know how to make him stop, so he just kept Kirishima’s hand in his own. Maybe it would keep him from crumbling into pieces. Maybe it would be enough.

#bakushima #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha #forgive me this is unedited #it's like midnight rn #i wrote this spur of the moment #edit later #my writing

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3. Wingman // Nurseydex

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a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so.... hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he might have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills Nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

“Well, thanks but no thanks,” Dex says. “I can manage on my own, thank you very much.”

“Chyeah, I’m sure you can,” Nursey says suggestively, making a lewd gesture.

Dex isn’t blushing. “Oh my fucking god, Nurse, could you, you know, shut the fuck up? Why do you want to get me laid, anyway?”

Nursey laughs, swaying close enough that Dex can easily feel Nursey’s boozy breath on his face. He stage-whispers in his ear, “You need to get that stick out of your ass, Poindexter.”

“Fuck you, Nurse.”

“Nah, bro, fuck you. That’s the whole point.”

“Why is this your job, seriously?” Dex asks, trying to change the subject. He really didn’t want to keep talking with Nursey about fucking, and he wasn’t buzzed enough to admit to himself exactly why.

“It’s my job to find you hook-ups, bro. D-Man duty, or whatever. Ransom and Holster play wingman for each other all the time.”

As if the act of saying their names had summoned them there, Ransom and Holster suddenly burst into the kitchen, beers sloshing.

“Dude, don’t say that word,” Holster says. Ransom nods in agreement.

“Which word?” Nursey asks. “You mean wing—”

“Shh,” Ransom says, lurching forward to put a hand over Nursey’s mouth. “Don’t say the W-word.”

“How come?” Dex asks, because now he’s curious.

“Dunno,” Holster says with a shrug. “Just, a few years ago, Johnson—”

“He was the goalie before Chowder,” Ransom adds.

“Yeah, Johnson heard us using the word and freaked out. Like, seriously freaked.”

“Kept babbling about angels and firefighters and shit.”

“So we don’t use that word anymore. It’s banned from the Haus,” Holster concludes.

“You’re free to use the word ‘Wheelman’ though,” says Ransom.

“O…kay….” Dex says.

“Yeah, chill bros,” Nursey says. “I’m just trying to get Dex laid.”

Holster gives Nursey a high-five. “Nice, bro. The kid needs it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dex asks, but he’s ignored.

“Try the volleyball team. The volleyball team is full of babes,” Ransom suggests.

“Volleyball team, got it,” Nursey nods.

“Hello? Does no one care about whether or not I want to be set up in the first place?” Dex asks.

“Nope,” Nursey says, then pulls him out of the kitchen with more dexterity than he should be able to manage after this much alcohol. Dex wonders if he’s really as drunk as he’s been acting all night. “Hey, have you met Dex?” Nursey asks to the first group of girls they see. “He’s quite a catch.”

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The thing is, Dex doesn’t exactly mind being set up. He doesn’t even mind people trying to set him up exclusively with girls, even though he thinks me might actually lean a bit more towards guys. The problem is Nursey. Dex can handle Nursey when they’re arguing or bickering, when they’re too angry to talk to each other, and when they’re on ice together. But he has no idea what to do with Nursey when he’s complementing him. It’s not part of their dynamic. Dex feels completely lost.

“Look at those muscles, damn!” Show them your biceps, Dex. You should see him in a tank top, Jesus Christ!” Nursey says to a pair of freshmen on the women’s swimming team. “You can really tell that all that working out pays off.”

“Have you seen the jawline on this kid?” Nursey asks a group of tennis girls next. “Fucking unbelievable.”

“You know what they say about hockey player ass, right?” Nursey says later to some softball chicks. “Dex is definitely not an exception.” He pats Dex’s ass lightly, and Dex isn’t sure if he wants to kiss him or throttle him.

Maybe, just maybe, Dex could have managed to find a way to handle all of this if Nursey weren’t so fucking tactile when he’s drunk.

He keeps touching Dex’s shoulder, grabbing his arm, setting his hand at the back of his neck, leaning into Dex’s side. Between the touching, the compliments, and the tub juice, Dex isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to keep it together. It’s only a matter of time before shit goes down. Because he’s had enough alcohol now to let himself acknowledge that yeah, Nursey was pretty hot, and yeah, he might like this praise and caressing a little too much, and yeah, he might like Nursey, his teammate and fellow D-Man, a lot too much. Which was inconvenient.

He manages to get a short break from the constant physical and emotional onslaught that is Derek fucking Nurse to play beer pong with Lardo. He figures he’s allowed to abandon Nursey patrol for a few minutes, since he’s been on it all night. He deserves a fucking break—labor laws, and all that.

Even with Dex’s subpar aim, he and Lardo still manage to win the game. One of the to girls they’re plaing against is in Dex’s CompSci section. They did a group project together at the beginning of the semester, and he’s pretty sure her name is Laura, but he’s not completely sure. He’s too embarrassed to check. She’s nice.

“Damn, you’re pretty good at beer pong, Will,” she says.

“No, no, it’s all Lardo,” he says. “She’s the queen of beer pong. She beats everyone. She’s beaten two different NHL players.”

“Still!” she insists, “she wouldn’t have been able to win if you were just deadweight. You pulled your own.”

Dex really isn’t sure about that—he’s seen Lardo win games with drunk-Chowder on her team. Still, he lets the topic slide. “Is this your first party here at the hockey house?” he asks. “I don’t remember seeing you at one of these before.”

“No, yeah, this is my first one! You call them kegsters, right?”

“Yeah. Kegsters,” Dex confirms. “We have a lot—”

“Heeey, Dex, who’re you talking to?” Nursey asks, coming up behind him and grabbing him by the shoulders. His mouth is right next to Dex’s ear.

“Oh, uh, Nursey, this is Laura—”

“Lauren, actually,” she says, and Dex feels himself blush ten shades of scarlet.

“Shit, Lauren, sorry,” he corrects himself. “Lauren is in my CompSci section.”

“Oh,” Nursey says. His smile falters momentarily, then comes back in full force, almost glaringly bright. His tone takes on a quality that Dex can’t quite place. “Cool. Nice to meet you, Lauren. Gonna get some more tub juice now.”

Nursey wanders off towards the back of the Haus, and Dex frowns after him. He’d like to think that by now, he knows Nursey pretty well, and that? That was weird. Nursey has been practically attached to Dex all night, and suddenly he takes off two seconds into a conversation. It raises a red flag. This is probably Dex’s cue to go check on him, because he’s technically still on Nursey patrol, and he’s definitely been neglecting those duties for the past fifteen minutes. He kisses his short Nursey-free break goodbye. “I should probably go make sure he’s not overdoing it,” Dex says to Lauren apologetically. “I’m supposed to be watching him tonight.”

“He doesn’t need a babysitter, does he?” Lauren asks, eyebrow raised.

“No, no, it’s just…” Dex pauses. “When you’ve seen him dance on as many tables as I have, you learn to keep an eye on him.”

When Dex catches up to him, Nursey has already helped himself to a refill from the cooler. He’s leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Dex says. “What’s up?”

Nursey shrugs. “Nothing. ‘Sall chill.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Dex says. “You practically ran off back there. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” says Nursey. “Great job, by the way. It looks like you don’t even need me to wingman for you. You’re doing all the work yourself.”

The way he says it sounds almost like an accusation—bitter, caustic. It sets Dex on edge.

“What the fuck, Nurse?” he says. “I thought you wanted me to get laid. You’ve been throwing me at people all night.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t think it would actually work—”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then why the fuck did you say it? What’s your problem?”

Nursey stands a little straighter, matching Dex’s height. “I don’t have a problem. I don’t give a shit if you fuck her or not.”

“You’re being a dick, you know that?” Dex says. “Clearly, for some reason, you do give a shit. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing is—”

“Bullshit!” Dex raises his voice. “I think I know you well enough by now to tell when you’re fucking lying to me!”

“You know me, huh?” Nursey says dangerously, taking a step forward into Dex’s space. “I bet you just have it all figured out, don’t you?”

“You think you’re so fucking smart—”

“Okay, kids, break it up,” Holster says, wading over from somewhere in the middle of the throng to shove them apart bodily. “This is a party. People are here to have fun, alright? If you can’t figure this out, take it outside. Or upstairs.”

Dex looks around, finally noticing the small crowd that has stopped talking to watch them. Damn it. Lauren is staring at him from across the room, her expression slightly shell shocked, and shame dims his frustration a little.

“Sorry, Holster,” Nursey says. “I think I’m just going to head back to my dorm. I’m not feeling too well.”

“Okay, well, walk home safe,” Holster says, clapping Nursey on the shoulder. “Dex, you good?”

“…Yeah,” Dex says. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Awesome,” Holster says. He disappears back into the party.

“See you later, Dex,” Nursey says. He won’t meet Dex’s eyes. “I hope it’s not raining outside. I didn’t bring a jacket….”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” Dex asks, and he knows he shouldn’t ask, knows that he should probably let this one go, but he has to know. He has to fix this. He cares too much. “We have a game in a couple days, and we’re going to fuck it up if we don’t figure this out—and don’t pretend this isn’t about the two of us, because I know it is.”

Nursey looks… vulnerable. Caged, almost, like he’s trying to look for a way out. Dex really doesn’t want to give him one. Maybe that makes him a dick, too.

Finally, Nursey nods. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah, let’s… let’s talk.”

They go to Chowder’s room, a silent agreement that they don’t need to vocalize. Chowder already left an hour ago to spend the evening with Farmer, so they know he won’t be home for the rest of the night. Nursey closes the door behind them and they sit side by side on Chowder’s bed.

The silence lasts for a while.

“What was that about?” Dex asks finally. “One minute you’re trying to set me up, and the next…. If you’re pissed off at me you can at least tell me why.”

“I’m not pissed off at you, I just—” Nursey says, then stops. He runs a hand through his hair, looking anxious. Dex is used to seeing Nursey angry, upset, happy, and drunk, but anxiousness isn’t something Nursey let’s slip through very often. It makes Dex’s heart clench in his chest. “I didn’t like it,” Nursey confesses. “You talking to her, I mean. Which is really shitty and stupid of me, I know. I’m sorry I’m like this. But I… I didn’t like it.”

And there’s that tone again, the one Dex couldn’t place before. Only now he’s pretty sure it’s jealousy, which—

Shit. Dex is going to need a minute.

“I thought you were trying to get me to hook up with someone,” Dex says quietly.

“I was, I was, I just….” Nurse covers his face with his hands. “I don’t know.”

Dex can hear the lie in his voice, can recognize the out Nursey is giving him. Dex can just pretend that this was a fluke, if he wants. He can pretend it didn’t mean anything and move on.

Nursey’s still holding his face in his hands, his long fingers brushing the roots of his hair. It’s messy from a night of drinking. It looks almost like it does after a game.

Dex doesn’t want to pretend.

“Hey, Derek?” Dex says.

“Yeah?” Nursey lifts his head from his hands, resting his palms on Chowder’s shark-themed bedspread.

“You were killing me earlier, you know,” he says. He reaches his hand out, setting it carefully on the bed a few inches away from Nursey’s. “You kept saying things about my ass or whatever, with your arms all over me. Do you know how many times you whispered in my ear tonight? They should make me a damn saint for not saying ‘fuck it’ and kissing you.”

For a second, Dex thinks that he’s read this all wrong, that he’s made a huge mistake, because Nursey is silent and he isn’t moving. Then he shifts his hand slightly on the bed, putting it right over Dex’s wrist.

Dex isn’t sure who moves first, after that, but it’s probably both of them. Suddenly Nursey’s face is closer, his jaw sharp and those dark eyes looking more green than gray. Then Nursey’s lips are on his and they’re kissing, softer and sweeter than they have any right to. Dex’s other hand, the hand that’s not being gripped by Nursey’s, comes up to tangle itself in the hair at the back of Nursey’s head, pulling him closer, anchoring him. All he can hear are the muffled sounds of the party down below, the wet sounds of lips, and the breathy noises Nursey’s making against his mouth—or maybe Dex is making those noises? He’s honestly not sure.

They pull apart for a moment, then immediately find each other again. Nursey takes Dex’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugs at it and fuck, that noise was definitely Dex. Nursey’s tongue licks into Dex’s mouth, slick and wet, his hand sliding up under Dex’s shirt. Dex feels like he could drown in this, in Nursey. Everything is too much and not enough. It’s always been like this with them, from day one.

Nursey slides his mouth to the side, trailing his lips down Dex’s jaw, down the crook of his neck. He sucks the skin there, then bites.

“Fuck, Nursey,” Dex groans. Nursey pulls his mouth away and looks up.

“Sorry. I didn’t—”

“No, shit, no, do that again. Please,” Dex gets out. He winds his fingers tighter into Nursey’s hair and tugs. Nursey makes a low noise deep in his throat that goes straight to Dex’s groin and then returns his lips to Dex’s neck.

“I fucking love how pale your skin is here,” Nursey murmurs, his breath ghosting the underside of Dex’s jaw. He shivers as Nursey sucks another mark into his skin. “I love how red you get when you blush. I love how dark I can make your skin get when I do this—”

He bites again, and Dex tries and fails to choke back the needy sound that works its way out of his throat.

“Nursey, Jesus Christ,” Dex pants. “Are we—are we doing this?”

“Doing what?” Nursey hums, his voice rough.

“I don’t know—making out, in Chowder’s room… on Chowder’s bed.”

“Why? You think he’d be mad at us for using his room?”

“No…. I don’t know.”

Nursey shifts away from Dex’s neck to look him in the eye. He grins. “What Chowder doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

Damn. He has a point.

“Not a word of this to Chowder, okay?” Dex says. “And we’re not doing this in his room again.”

“But we are doing this again somewhere else, right?” Nursey grins cheekily. Dex rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the smile inching across his face.

“Yeah. I mean, I hope so. I’d like to.”

“Me too,” Nursey says. “I’d really like that.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Dex says, and kisses him.

They’re already in Chowder’s room, after all. The damage is already done. A few more kisses aren’t going to make it worse.

Or at least, that’s what Dex tells himself.

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