#the way the shoelace gets stuck for half a beat on his lower lip

[ex0rin]

anyway here it is even more slowed down because it makes me lose my mind a little more every time it loops:

[sunshinepunches]

Tomura gets a kiss at the kissing booth

Warning: Major character death i’m serious

Shigaraki/reader Words: 1.7k

Also posted on ao3 😳😏

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His first kiss.

He was gonna get a kiss today at the University open day and that was gonna be it. Then those whore bastards, Dabi and Takami, couldn’t say anything ever again. Well, they could still make fun of his virginity, but not his kiss virginity. How was he gonna do it, you ask? The cheerleading club had opened up kissing booths to raise funds for charity. That’s how he was gonna do it.

There were several booths, all with cute girls in them, they were the cheerleading squad after all, in their cheerleading outfits too, tight tops and tiny skirts. He nearly chickened out, but stood in line at the nearest one before he could. He quivered excitedly on the spot. The girl at the counter was cute. That being said they were all cute.

When he reached the counter the girl took one look at him, “Oh ew,” she said.

Tomura panicked. Ah. He didn’t think it was that bad? Was it his face? He showered yesterday?

“Look, I’ve already gone overtime, and I really don’t wanna touch anymore compsci nerds like you.” She looked harried and Tomura had no idea how she knew he did compsci, “where the fuck is Y/N?” She pulled a University branded sweatshirt over her tiny top, “God, I can’t believe they’re whoring us out like this,” and flounced off, clearly very over it.

Thus leaving Tomura, horrified, stuck to the spot. Had that really happened? Had a kissing booth girl denied him a kiss? He felt far too ashamed to join the other line. Some of the students were eyeing him with mixed amusement and pity. God, he just wanted to disappear. He started to stiffly walk away, scratching his neck anxiously, when he heard you.

“Wait! Oh my god. Wait, just wait! Please don’t leave.” You dove heroically behind the stand, dragging your sweatshirt over your head, messing up your bouncy hair.

Tomura goggled. It was you. Cheer squad captain. 3rd Year Bachelor of Physiotherapy. One heck of a Big Deal on campus and an Absolute Bombshell of a woman. Saved a cat from being run over once, rumours said you stopped the car with your bare hands, other rumours said you picked the car up off the cat’s broken body and set the bones yourself.

“Y/N” Tomura whispered.

“Yeah, Oh dear god you know me. I am so, so sorry.” You bowed your head deeply at him. “I am,” you looked at your arm which didn’t have a watch on it, “like, really late.”

“That’s ok,” said Tomura tightly. He had an erection seeing you take the sweatshirt off and he hated himself for it. Your hair looked so soft, he wanted to die in it.

“And oh gosh, I- have seen you around campus haven’t I?” You sure had. He knew exactly where the cheer club did their weekly training, next to the swimming pool, on the oval and he’d always sit himself on the bench looking very hard at the flipping skirts while tapping away at his code. Once, you sat down next to him, sweaty after yelling out instructions at your team and bent down to retie your shoelaces. You smiled at him mindlessly and flung your messy hair back up into a ponytail, sweat dripping down your neck. It was the best moment of his life, and he figured that was the closest he’d ever get to a girl. He didn’t even make it home, he had to limp off into the pool bathrooms and jerk one out right there.

“And, sorry, your name was?”

Tomura wasn’t jerking off in the pool bathrooms, he was standing there, staring at your tits. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, Tomura?”

You smiled. It was as beautiful as that time on the oval. Tomura melted a little bit. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He already felt himself getting stiff.

“Well, Tomura, would you like a kiss?”

Would he like a kiss? He could die happy just being offered one. He would get run over in place of that cat for a whole kiss!

“It’s for charity,” you continued brightly as if you read his shellshocked arousal for hesitation, “We’re raising funds for kids with cancer at the local hospital. We’re even gonna have our mascot go to the hospital for the sick kids! I think that’s really nice, it’s something fun for them to get their mind off things!”

Tomura was glad those kids were dying from cancer because it meant this opportunity. He shakily took out his wallet and dropped a fifty into the donation jar.

Your perfect mouth o’d at the donation. “Oh, how generous Tomura! Thankyou so so much, hopefully we can reach our target sooner.”

You were so sweet, he would pay a thousand if it meant you never kissed anyone else ever again. But his heart was beating very fast and it was seemingly getting unbearably hot.

He swallowed, mouth dry, “yeah, uh, goodluck. Hope you guys get it.”

You smiled again, it was brighter somehow than the damn sun. It was blisteringly hot actually. Wasn’t there a cool breeze before? He was sure of it because he was looking at skirts all day. And what was up with his heart slamming against his chest? Well he was kinda about to kiss a Big Deal so that was normal.

You looked concerned at him. Noo he didn’t like seeing you frown. Your lips seemed to be moving slower than your words, “Are you okay? Tomura?” Oh, you were worried about him, that was super cute actually. You could frown a bit more if it was over him.

He found he couldn’t reply, but actually he couldn’t breath either. It really was so hot and blurry, and it wasn’t just because you were hot. Everything was hot and blurry.

Tomura passed out.

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Tomura came to pillowed on a soft lap and a tender hand stroking his sweaty forehead with a cool handkerchief. Cheerleaders tittered above him and hovered about, curious. He could see up their skirts...

“Everyone! If we could give him some space please!”

No he didn’t need space, he needed a face full of hot cheerleader ass. Your spandex bound tits came into view, actually he decided he didn’t need other girls. “Tomura? Are you alright?” You gently stroked his hair, and he pushed into it weakly. It felt really nice. And he was right next to pussy. It was going straight to his cock.

“I had the nurse check up on you and it seems like you had a panic attack. Oh you poor thing,” you murmured at him, eyes glistening with pity. You had such nice manicured hands and they were just scratching his scalp in a delicious way. He needed to cum.

“Oh, the nurse said to hydrate you.” You proffered a pink bottle, “Oh sorry, it’s mine, I hope you don’t mind.” He shot up and snatched it from you and took several greedy gulps.

You giggled. Tomura thought it was a nice sound.

“Seems like you’re feeling better.”

Tomura sunk back down onto your lap and meekly handed the bottle back. “Just thirsty, still don’t feel good,” he half lidded his eyes, and breathed in your flowery perfume. He hoped you bought his excuse. He’d like to stay forever.

“Aw, ok,” you sounded genuinely disappointed. “I just thought I could give you your kiss if you were up to it.”

Tomura’s ear twitched.

You continued playfully, “but if you’re not feeling up to it then...”

Tomura opened his eyes with a snap and narrowed them at you, “I feel well enough for a kiss-,” he said snappishly, then caught himself and coughed as if ill, “I think,” he corrected, pretending to struggle to get up. You pushed him down again, getting on top of him, pushing your plush tits to his chest.

“You really think so?” You said, licking your lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you again.”

“No, no, this is good, this is fine.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you weren’t feeling his rock hard stiffie. Oh, you were, you were grinding on it, that was hot.

“Okay then” you breathed. You touched your lips to his tenderly, belying the fact that you were grinding your hot core against his zippered erection. Tomura grunted, opening his mouth, enjoying the wet hot slide and the perfect way your mouths slotted together. And oh, you had his lower lip between your teeth. Tomura was sure he would faint again. You only nipped him gently before returning to your passionate makeout session. The hotness of it was giving Tomura enough courage to run his hand up your sides. You whimpered and grasped his hand, shoving it under your skirt. Tomura’s head combusted. He could feel the swell of your thigh and the slick slide of your tongues against each other, he didn’t know what to focus on at all. You ended the kiss with a gross pop and Tomura could see there was still a drip of saliva connecting your mouths. “Oops,” you giggle, diving in for a naughty peck which broke the saliva string. You twirled a finger through your long gorgeous hair, “Got a little carried away.”

Tomura nodded in agreement. “Yeah same.” And at that point he decided he could die happy.

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You couldn’t believe it. Tomura fainted. He gave you fifty bucks and passed the heck out, twitching disturbingly on the ground and frothing at the mouth.

You’d called an ambulance immediately of course. A man just went down! How could you not?

They’d been fussing around inside for almost an hour now. And it wasn’t looking good.

A tired looking nurse emerged from the back of the ambulance, “Sorry, are you family? Anyway, uh the kid’s dead, sorry,” he told you, “He had a heart attack.” Your team tittered behind you, gasps and other noises of horror.

Some guy yelled unhelpfully “Y/N just killed a guy!!”

Dear God, you supposed you had. That wasn’t a rumour you’d live down so easy. Not after the cat incident. And the poor guy didn’t even get his kiss.

But you were keeping the fifty.

[duskyskz]

- Erasure - 1

Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

With washed out, dyed pastel hair, sea salt and acrylic clinging to his jeans, Hwang Hyunjin expected to find himself many places that night. A jail holding cell. Under the abandoned train station bridge. Maybe even his own bedroom.

Your living room wasn't on the list.

Warnings - Some angst in later chapters, suggestive/smut, minor character death mentions, Hyunjin is an eboy and a little angsty, Changbin is doing his best as a big brother, slow burn (?)

A/N - Finally! Sorry for the delays, my head just hasn’t been with me this week;; I hope you enjoy this series as much as I am excited to write it. 

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The steady buzzing of your speakers fills the living room as you watched Changbin scroll through the Netflix home page. Both of you settle deep into the sofa, balancing a bowl of popcorn and chocolate between your knees. 

“Endgame? Homecoming, Nightmare on Elm Street?” Binnie flicks through the suggestions, and you shake your head in distaste. “I'm not watching that octopus documentary again!”

“You only hated it because you cried at the end.”

“She died! He had to look after her little babies! Your heart is too cold, too far gone for that level of compassion.” The last part of your brother's grumbles are cut off when you throw a burnt kernel at his forehead, barely missing his ear. 

There’s nobody else home. Nobody else ever comes home, either. It's been just you and Changbin for a while, and it's not all that terrible. He’s a few years older than you, having graduated last summer and now undertaking an apprenticeship at the village police station. It doesn't pay a stellar amount, but Changbin reassures you once he passes the trainee exams he’ll treat you to a new pair of winter boots and you can finally quit the ice cream parlour to focus on college. You tell him that even if he wins the lottery tomorrow, you'll work your own job. For all the support your elder brother gives you, you like having your own thing. It makes you feel a little more involved, a little more even than jsit washing the dishes and doing his laundry on days he’s too tired to move. 

The Thursday evening is reserved for you both, to catch up on the hours together you miss during the week when Changbin doesn't get back till you're fast asleep and you don't have the chance to say good morning. 

He’s been doing that a lot more recently. 

Sighing into his coffee, shaking his head at nobody in particular. It's easy to notice the signs of stress and overwork in his face, sunken and tired even on the weekends when he finishes early. 

“Do you wanna finish Teen Wolf?” The softness in his voice when he addresses you is the same, though. “We have three episodes left of this season, if you wanna binge.”

“Sure.” You want to ask him about the circles under his eyes. What’s got him coming home later and later because nothing ever happens in this town. “I'm still waiting on Derek’s redemption arc.”

You're twenty minutes into the episode when a vibration from your coffee table catches your attention. You glance at Changbin, but he ignores his ringtone, flipping it to silent.

It rings again, no music, but harsh vibrations drumming against the polished wood. 

And again.

Knowing he’s not picking up to make a point of it, you pause the show, nodding at the mobile he’s avoiding glancing at. “Go on. Pick up, it might be an emergency.”

“If it's an emergency they don't need an intern there.” Despite his words, Changbin shifts his position and you know he’s growing hesitant. 

“If it's an emergency all the more reason for you to be there and learn.” You state with more force behind your tone. “Why have your grades been dropping? You're coming home so late but your exams keep getting delayed -”

“My grades are fine!” Changbin never snaps at you, but the frustration in his voice is evident. “I'm fine. There's just - Just one case we're working on and I'm nearly there, I just need time.”

You shut your mouth, letting him speak.

“There’s this kid who keeps tagging the beach houses on Dawning Lane, and that shit  was expensive to put up last year. Some stupid, bored child that thinks a few cans of spraypaint and lung cancer are a good excuse for your adolescence. He’s not even that good… Just scribbles.”

His lips pout in a frustrated whine at the last phrase, and you know he’s more frustrated at the situation than he is at you or himself.

A beat of silence, interrupted by another ringtone - you almost reach for it yourself to check the caller ID and force him to pick up, before Changbin’s arm shoots out past you to snatch the device, slinking out the door and into the hallway. 

You aren't surprised when a few moments later, your brother’s head pokes nervously out the door frame - He's already got his coat on, waving his phone at you as an awkward goodbye. 

“I’ll see you in the morning, y/n.”

“Yeah, see ya.” You salute back, smiling to ease the tension in his shoulders, and it works a minimum. You won’t see him till the late evening at best.

The door clicks shut as soon as he turns around, leaving you surrounded by popcorn and empty space. You really aren't surprised - but it'd be pointless to deny you weren't hurt by another night alone with Teen Wolf playing idly through your TV speakers. Cold popcorn only did so much to soothe your heart, and the distance wedging itself recently between your sibling bond was hard to brush over, between missed calls and texts too often left unanswered. 

You just really miss your big brother.

 You commit yourself to Stiles Stilinsky instead, sighing into the blanket around your shoulders. Autumn rolls in quick by the seaside, making your calves prickle with goosebumps. It's nearing 11pm, you realise, picking up the -

Thump!

Your fingers freeze, hovering over the TV remote. Changbin wouldn’t be back yet, he never comes home the same night he leaves. 

“Bin?” You try it anyway, calling tentatively into the hallway. It’s still entirely black, void of disruption.

Clang!

That definitely came from your kitchen.

Armed with a half empty popcorn bowl and nerves of steel, you tiptoe into the other room. There’s a lump of something or someone crouched behind the dining table, and your grip around the glass dish tightens marginally despite the quivering of your knees, fumbling for the lightswitch without taking your eyes off the rising dark mass as it straightens its back. 

“S-Stay down! I have corn and I know how to use it!” You don’t have a fully formed plan yet, but you’re sure the sharp kernels will be of some importance. Fluorescent white light floods the kitchen, momentarily blinding both you and the intruder who now stands at full height. A steady 12 inches above you. 

“Ouch! Calm down, I’m not going to rob you!” He says, sounding almost exasperated at your defense of your own property. He still has his hands raised in defense, keeping the table between himself and you, and you’re grateful he hasn’t tried to knock your legs out from under you, yet. “I’m not here to steal your stuff.”

“What are you here for, then?” You lower the popcorn bowl, but don’t let it fall out of your grasp. He doesn’t seem dangerous - He doesn’t seem like he could manage clambering through the window you always leave ajar either, but here he clearly is. There’s something sticky and pink in his blonde hair, stains following down his shoulder blades all the way down the cuffs of his jeans. If anything, he looks...a little lost.

“It’s the address on the post-it note.” Your confusion must have been plainly obvious, because the boy elaborates, pulling a crumpled neon-green paper from his jacket. “The post-it note that man gave me. That’s what Changbin gave me.”

Perhaps you lack self preservation instincts, but there’s an uncertain vibration in his voice that makes you give up your weapon and attitude. 

“You know my brother?” 

“He told me if I really need to go somewhere, I can come here.” You watch slim fingers tug at the sleeves of his jacket as he measures with a weight akin to a glare. “He didn’t tell me it was his house, or that somebody else was living here.” 

Bold of him to accuse you of ruining his night plans. 

It really did only click in your head when you looked closer at his tangled hair, dried paint clumping it together at the ends of bleached blonde strands. The  artistic menace haunting your sea-side town was standing right on your tiled kitchen floor, and he looked downright miserable. 

And Changbin had invited him. 

Biting down the discomfort at realising how little Changbin had been telling you recently,  you set the popcorn down on the table, you take in the threat currently three feet before you. A tall, lanky boy, with odd shoelaces and a sharpie sticking out of his trouser pocket. His hair hasn’t been cut in a while, and probably brushed either - it’d be generous to say he ran more than a stressed hand through it anytime recently. Though chapped, his full lips and wide eyes made him look far too innocent for his own good, and you blamed your soft heart for finding the boy kinda cute. 

He did have a leaf stuck above his ear, though. 

You almost reached up to remove it.

“Do you wanna watch Teen Wolf?”  You break the quiet that settled, already shuffling your feet out into the living room. You sincerely hoped he’d follow. You weren’t sure what you could do apart from leaving him standing on cold tile, and he already looked freezing from the night chill. 

Luckily for you, with a hesitant step, your impromptu companion takes after you to the couch where your Netflix and remove still await instruction. Changbin might grumble at you tomorrow at finishing the season without him, but you needed something to lure the boy into comfort. 

“I’m y/n, by the way.” You mention. The boy sits stiffly, clasping his hands in his lap with parted lips, avoiding the decorative pillows. 

“Hyunjin.” Now that he’s actually inside your house, Hyunjin’s confidence seems to have evaporated. The thrill of the break-in, if you can even call is that, has worn off, giving way to the nerves. He’s suddenly too conscious of the paint on his clothes, of sandy shoes still on his feet, of the smudges still on his cheeks. Should he take his jacket off? Or wipe his shoes? 

You press resume, watching him relax after a few minutes as his brain finally has something else to focus on to let his worries ease. Hyunjin doesn't seem to mind you already being halfway through the episode, and you let yourself admit it’s nice having someone around this late at night. 

“How do you know Changbin?” You ask while the topic is still fresh.

“I don’t.” Hyunjin bumps his knees together, fiddling with a loose string on his jeans as he shrugs. “I don’t really know him, he just...saw me around a few times, and I guess he figured I could use a place to crash. So he gave me your address.”

“You’re the mystery kid painting the beach houses, right? On Dawning Lane.” 

At the accusation, Hyunjin’s lips part, flipping to face you with wide, blinking eyes., knowing he’s in no place to try and deny it. You blink back, observing his reactions, in case he suddenly changes his mind about staying. “Are you gonna turn me in?...” 

“No.” You shake your head after a moment of thought, and he visibly untenses. “For whatever reason Changbin didn’t, so I won’t either. If he trusts you then I do too.” 

You’ll never know if it was the murmurs of the TV, or if Hyunjin did whisper a thank you, and you won’t ask. There’s a lot of things you do want to ask, but a tug in your heart tells you now is not the time. Hyunjin looks exhausted, eyes drooping with every slow blink as he does his best to focus on the screen, hands previously tugging at his jeans now still and flat on his lap, slouched forward as if any moment he’ll drift off sitting on your pillows. Flurries of fluorescent light flicker on his cheeks, over barely scrubbed paint smudges and faint cuts from running too fast, you guess. In the delicate, dimmed light of your floor lamp, it’s hard to imagine Hyunjin as a bad kid. Prickly, maybe. On edge is a better word for it, tension clinging to his shoulders like stubborn dust bunnies. Curse your naive little heart, you tell yourself, building up your courage to speak.

“Hyunjin?” He hums in response, straightening his back. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

All you’ve been taught in life sent alarm bells through your skull when you asked a complete stranger (who just two hours ago, broke in through your kitchen window) to sleep in your living room overnight, but Hyunjin didn’t feel  like a stranger. Changbin trusted him enough to lead him right to your house, so that must count for something, right? And no matter how much you tried to keep your guard up around the boy, watching him struggle to stay upright instead of letting his tall, lanky body fall backward and rest comfortably only made you worry a little about him, not the other way around. 

Well, he did say he’s not going to rob you. 

“You can sleep on the couch if you want, I’ll bring you some blankets.” You prompt him again when he doesn’t respond. “Changbin won’t be back for a while still.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” There’s a lilt of doubt in his voice, but he sincerely hopes you’re serious. This couch is warmer than anything he’s slept on in months and he really doesn’t want to crawl outside again with the rain pattering against your roof. 

“Sure, you haven’t tried to stab me yet.” You shrug, getting up to fetch a duvet and looking him over.

“Ah, you probably want to wash your hair from all...that,” Hyunjin’s hand flies to his hair, patting out the tangles as if it’s the first time he’s noticed them. “You can use the bathroom upstairs, there’s towels by the shower already.”

He nods, following your directions with a ‘thank you’. Once his footsteps disappear up the landing, you set about pulling out the couch into a flatbed, rearranging the pillows at its base. Lugging the duvet down from Changbin’s room had been a feat, but you’re determined to make the space welcoming. Satisfied with the cushioned bundle you created, you run back upstairs. 

You invade your brother’s room for the second time that day, tugging open his drawers in search for something acceptably pijama-like. 

“Hyunjin?” You knock tentatively on the bathroom door as the shower head turns off and the shuffling ceases. “I’m leaving some clothes for you to change into outside, okay? Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

You scroll through your timeline as you wait, catching up on the last few hours’ events from your friends until a shuffling to your left prompts you to raise your head. 

Your brother’s sweats hang a little loosely around Hyunjin’s hips, ending just above his ankles, bare feet sliding over the wooden floor of your living room, sinking into the rug as he steps closer to where you sit. His own clothing cradled in his arms close to his chest, you can’t stop your thoughts drifting momentarily to the damp mess of sunshine coloured hair. With his jacket on earlier, it was hard to make out his build under layers of fabric, but now it’s proving a challenge to not focus on the lines of his arms or the curves of his large hands gripping his clothes. Luckily for your dignity, your nerves of steel allow you to drag your gaze away from the collarbones peeking out from under thin white cotton higher to meet his eyes instead and find your voice again.

“I brought down some pillows for you, these are a bit too hard to sleep on.” You note, pointing to the decorative cushions you moved onto the lounge chair. “My room is right opposite the bathroom if you need anything, I’m a light sleeper.” 

“M’okay.” Hyunjin towers above you, yet you’ve never seen a boy so dainty. There really is no other way to describe the delicate line of his nose bridge or the rosy tint of his lips when his tongue pokes out to lick them as he mulls over your words, settling down on the makeshift bed. 

The proximity now feels different than the air between you when Teen Wolf still blared through your speakers, warm quiet heavy on your tongue with dim golden glow tumbling over his cheekbones that’s too much for your heart to take unprepared.

“Goodnight then!” You bounce up from the couch waving Hyunjin a quick goodbye, but a soft hand wrapping around your wrist pauses you. 

“Wait,” Hyunjin brushes his thumb over your palm softly, and you hope he doesn't notice the goosebumps on your skin at the contact. “Thanks for not kicking me out...or calling the police. Y’know, as most people would for a break in.” 

The smile he flashes you is almost teasing, but you can tell he means the words sincerely. You lay your other hand on top of his, patting in what you hope is a reassuring motion.

“Sure, Jinnie. It’s okay.”

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »1

Series masterlist  » Next ▎ 18+  ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook  ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn. ▎ word count: 7.4k ▎ ch.warnings: They’re basketball boys in the school team lol, cursing, mxm, two dumb boys trying to figure their feelings, smut, anal (pls use lube irl this is fiction!), mentions of alcoholic father, some angsty feelings. Idk what else lmk, just, don’t read this if you’re sensitive to messy angsty feels, mxm smut, dumb humor & lots of cursing. A/N at the end of the post!

Taehyung didn’t know what kind of response he was expecting from Jungkook. Perhaps something like, ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, let’s forget about it.’ That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. But what he didn’t expect to read was what he received, and his body language proved that. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was locked in place. Tae ran a hand through his damp hair, repeating Kook’s words in his head. ‘But you didn’t say we should stop..’ What the fuck kind of dumbassery was that? And why wasn’t Taehyung opposed to the idea of it?

‘‘Taehyung, the hell’s wrong with you today? Get your head in the game!’’

Those same series of words kept on repeating themselves in the back of Taehyung’s busy mind, almost taunting him in a way.

Namjoon, their team captain, had made it very clear this early morning—Six o’clock, to be exact, that Taehyung was out of it, and was lazily dragging his feet across the court.

The latter knew that Joon’s only intention was to help him, but if he hadn’t bit down on his tongue, Taehyung would’ve lost his shit. 

Who the fuck thought that it was a good idea to start practice so goddamn early in the morning?

Tae was a mixture of surprise and thankful that he didn’t just fall asleep right then and there. 

Truth be told, there was a strong urge to..

Because of this, Taehyung almost regretted staying up so late into the night slashing zombies left and right, searching for ammo, yelling profanities out of anger when someone would sneak attack him—almost. He was way too invested in his gaming to truly feel any guilt.

But, much to his shock, the boy felt a sense of guilt begin to gnaw at him throughout the day, hence why he was making his way towards the familiar gym once again. This time not half-dead.

Tae knew how much this upcoming game meant to Namjoon.

As he began to get settled in, glad that he was the only one there, Taehyung casually practiced his free throws. He challenged himself to make it from different spots in the court, succeeding in most of them.

Minutes later when he was beginning to get in the groove of things, in waltzed Jeon Jungkook.

Fucking great. Just what he needed.

Tae let out a defeated sigh, meeting the other boy’s gaze for a split second before continuing with what he was doing.

“What the hell are you doing here.” It was a mumbled question, no trace of enjoyment laced in his lower tone.

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, their eyes met for a split second as he walked in. Tae's snarky comment had Jungkook roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek with annoyance, glaring with furrowed eyebrows as he went to the opposed side of the play field. He brought his own basketball, bouncing it a few times to make sure it had enough air, "To practice, what the hell does it look like?" He scoffed before the loud echo of the basketball was the only sound coming from his end of the court.

A sour scoff originated from the back of Taehyung’s throat, whom in response to Jungkook’s presence tried to show off by shooting the basketball from a further position.

“Yeah,” The boy began, extending out his arms, “you need lots of practice, alright.”

He successfully made it into the net.

Call him childish, but the little smile tugging at the corners of his lips was getting hard to ignore..

Ever since the age of eight, when Jungkook was introduced to his group of friends, Tae enjoyed finding different ways to irk him.

From chasing him around the playground with a worm in his hand, bumping shoulders into him whenever he felt like it, to making fun of his Basketball skills.. it was amusing, he couldn’t lie.

“Hey, you.” The taller didn’t bother referring to ‘you’ by his name, “We should play against each other. You could learn a few things from me.”

Jungkook grit his teeth, dashing towards his hoop to jump up and slam dunk the basketball into the hoop, much harder than intended. He’d been working out a lot lately, and his strength was finally showing, and he couldnt wait to wipe that grin off Tae's face.

"Eat shit," he frowned, but he accepted his challenge, "Fine." He threw his ball to the side, getting ready to sprint towards him with a speed completely new to the elder. Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit fazed by the look of determination in Jungkook’s eyes.

This wasn’t the Jungkook he knew, who the hell was this person?

However, he wouldn’t let the younger scare him, no matter how often he tried to play the “Big Wolf”.

It was pathetic, really.

Those pretty eyes didn’t compliment that facade at all.

“Nah, I’ll pass,” Taehyung smirked, sharp eyes hooded as he studied the other’s every movement.

Tauntingly bouncing the ball in front of the younger, Tae managed to dodge the figure coming towards him and instead charged towards the opposite net. Nothing but determined to one-up Jungkook.

It was always a struggle, it didn't matter if Jungkook was stronger, Taehyung would always seem to be faster, one step ahead of the game. He quickly turned on his heels, the sole of his shoes squeaking against the floor as he sprints to catch up with Taehyung, trying his hardest to push himself to use his strength to attempt to jump in front of Tae before he'd be able to throw the ball.

Much to his dismay, Jungkook actually manages to bat the ball in a different direction midair, preventing Taehyung from scoring his shot.

Now he just feels like a dumbass..

He doesn’t stop there, though. 

Instead of backing out, Taehyung’s drive only soars through the roof. The latter wasn’t about to let Kook show him how it’s done.

He was the one in charge.

In a swift movement, after running across the court whilst dribbling the ball, Taehyung jumped up in the air and made it even.

“Back in the game, baby!” The taller cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

Time seemed to get lost the more time they spent playing against each other, and surprisingly, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind it.

Jungkooks dark curls was clinging to the sweaty skin of his face, heavy shallow breaths taken as they kept playing against one another for quite a while. It was rather fun, and it gave Jungkook the energy and drive to keep going, keep trying his best. They were both extremely skilled, so the game kept going even back and forth, the competitive tension stronger than ever--but he was getting tired.. his muscles ached, his body coated in a layer of glistening sweat.

“Getting tired already, Kook?” Taehyung playfully snarked, completely disregarding the fact that he was also drenched with sweat from running from one end to the other over and over again.

“That’s weak.” He wouldn’t admit that, though. “Come on, one last match.” The boy stated, his defined stomach on full display as he used the end of his Jersey to wipe at his face.

Not bothering waiting for an answer, Tae hoped that the challenging look in his eyes was enough to draw Jungkook in.

As he began dribbling the ball, waiting to see what the younger’s next move would be, Taehyung began charging towards the familiar net, passion evident in his face when—POW!—He tripped on his undone shoelace and fell on top of Jungkook.

“Fuck..” He hissed, feeling some minor pain emerge from his lower leg but thankfully, Kook’s body was there to act as a cushion.

After the taller managed to redeem himself (to the best of his abilities), he brought up his face from Kook’s chest to look down at the other.

Taehyung’s hands were placed on either side of Jungkook’s head, chest heaving and sweat beads streaming down his temples.

He didn’t know why, but his body wouldn’t move away from its position. It was like he was stuck there.. face so close to Jungkook’s..

Everything happened so fast that one moment Jungkook was preparing to charge towards Taehyung, and the next he was on his back on the floor, something heavy weighing him down. He opened his eyes, and they blew wide as soon as he saw the view above. Taehyung was so sweaty, and he looked... incredibly good up close. Jungkook froze, holding his breath and it felt like his heart skipped several beats, his arms laying limp above his head in such a position that had him feeling vulnerable. The tension between the two was so strong, at this point he wasn’t able to differentiate whether it was pure anger or pure lust that flowed through his entire being.

‘What the fuck is going on..?’ Taehyung asked himself, swallowing down all of his remaining questions in the shape of a strong gulp.

“Uh..” Was all he had to say, continuing to stare down at Jungkook like an intrigued weirdo, eyes skimming over the little details on the younger’s face. From the small scar on the side of his cheek, to the beauty marks perfectly placed on his skin.. Tae was infatuated.

He would never, in a million years say that out loud, but was he thinking it..

The boy wanted to say something like, “Wow, you’re even uglier up close,” but that was so far off from the truth, it would be a sin.

The heat erupting in Jungkooks body made itself known through the shade of red creeping on his cheeks, feeling himself getting flustered. Why wasn't Tae moving away? Why didnt he say something? But then again, he was completely frozen in place as well, having nothing to counter with. His lips fell open, a quiet breath escaping his lips, unable to find the words he was so desperately seeking.

Before he could tell right from wrong, Taehyung’s lips met Jungkook’s in an awkward kiss, hesitating at the start before finally gaining the courage to move them against the younger’s a little more naturally.

It was slow at first, Tae’s bigger hand cupping the side of Kook’s face, not wanting him to pull away by any means.

His thumb found itself caressing over that same scar he took notice of not too long ago, Taehyung’s own cheeks overtaken by a rosy hue.

Then, like the spell had been broken, Tae broke the kiss.

“Fuck.. uh..”

He looked like an absolute dumbass, didn’t he?

“You should use some lip balm, or something.” The boy cleared his throat, still not parting their bodies.

Something was wrong with him.

Jungkook was dumbfounded, staring at Taehyung as if he was a deer in headlights. Fuck, this was confusing. He had been struggling with how he felt towards Tae, trying so hard to suppress his feelings for him, and now feeling his lips in a kiss, his hand gently touching his cheek, it was as if all of the walls he had been building up around this enigma called Taehyung was slowly crumbling down. It was terrifying, and it clouded his thoughts, now all he could think about was the desperate need to feel those lips on his once more, "A-again..." He whispered, so quietly it was barely audible, almost hoping Taehyung wouldnt hear it.

Taehyung heard it. Clearly.

And he didn’t budge when it came to giving Jungkook what he wanted.

Tae kissed the other once more, gently sucking onto his bottom lip as if asking for entrance, for permission to take it one step further.

The older’s hand slowly traveled down to Jungkook’s waist, snaking under the boy’s Jersey, gently squeezing at the bare skin, feeling Jungkook’s sweat against the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, a drive to feel more hit Taehyung like a truck. 

Teasingly, the taller’s slender fingers brushed over Jungkook’s nipple as he stared down at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Searching for a bigger reaction, Tae squeezed on the perky bud, lightly tugging at it here and there. Meanwhile, his hooded eyes were set on studying every movement in the younger’s face.

Jungkooks parted his lips even further in a gasp, allowing the kiss to deepen. He whimpered quietly, extremely responsive under Taehyungs ministrations on his nipple. His cheeks were more than just pink now, but a shade of rosey red, his chest starting to heave up and down heavier. His entire body was aching for him to do more, anything, and he was almost ready to beg at this point, eyes pleading with tae to continue

The sight of the younger’s body reacting in such a way was enough to awaken more than just Taehyung’s inner want for more; he felt himself begin to envision what it would be like if they took it a couple steps further, Jungkook whimpering.. just like he was now, so quiet yet so loud to Tae’s ears.

By now, the tent in the latter’s shorts had made itself obvious as his fingers continued to rub over Jungkook’s nipple, pinching the tip just for the fun of it.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, hm?” The older’s already deep voice seemed to get an octave deeper. 

Taehyung finally pulled himself up from his spot on the ground, before extending out a hand for the other to take. If he wasn’t so clouded with lust, Tae would’ve been embarrassed at the fact that he had a massive boner in front of Jungkook.

But, as he led the younger downstairs, smaller hand in his, that was the least of his worries.

Jungkook nodded, eyes flickering between their joined hands and the floor as he blindly followed Taehyung to whever he'd take him. At this point, he'd go wherever for this man, his heart pounding heavily as he felt his own erection strain the fabric of his pants, lips pressed tightly together to keep his whimpers in check.

Taehyung halted in his quick steps upon reaching the familiar locker room, hand letting go of Jungkook’s as he peeked his head around, trying to make sure they were the only ones around.

Thankfully, no one else was in sight.

The older reluctantly turned back around to face Kook, hesitating on whether or not to place his hands on the latter’s waist.

At the end, he said ‘fuck it’ and needily pulled Jungkook close to him by the waist, trying so hard not to listen to the consciousnes in the back of his head..

With a bit of hesitation, Taehyung’s lips aimed for the crook of the younger’s neck, nuzzling his face into the warmth before beginning to press open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

He gently sucked on a spot, nibbling on it teasingly, wanting nothing more than to make Jungkook enjoy it just as much as he did.

“Tae...” Jungkook breathed out his name with a quiet moan, sensitive to every single touch. He places his hands palms flat on Tae’s chest, granting the man access to his neck by moving his head to the side. His needy erection grew harder, leaving little to the imagination through his basketball shorts. The aching throb between his legs was screaming for attention, however he did enjoy the slow buildup

The older, as much as he was turned on, didn’t quite know how to tackle this sudden.. urge to feel Jungkook; all of him.

Sure, he’s had sex in the past, too many times to keep track of. But he’d never gotten this close to another guy before.

It was one thing to watch gay porn, but when it actually came to showcasing what he’d seen through a screen.. it was nerve wracking.

Tae didn’t know where to begin.

The taller pulled his Jersey over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of the younger. 

He guessed that was a better start than none.

However, almost as if someone else had taken over him, Taehyung drove Jungkook’s body back against the lockers, his kissing more rough, and his leg placed in the middle of the younger’s.

Jungkooks back hit the lockers with a loud thud, a yelp drowning in his throat, muffled by Tae’s lips. His jaw fell slack, granting the man access to his mouth. His body was almost shaking, this feeling and need so overwhelming that his skin is hypersensitive to every bit of attention it receives. This was like a dream, it felt surreal, how did he end up here? What was going to happen later? His thoughts were drowned out when he felt the friction of Tae’s leg against his crotch, and he wishes so desperately to be touched, rutting subtly against his thigh.

Growing needier by the second, Taehyung pulled away from their heated kiss to undo the strings in his shorts, hands shaky as they fumbled with the fabric.

The older’s bottom lip got caught in between his teeth in concentration, overgrown fringe falling down on his eyes like a curtain; a lot of secrets hidden behind his intense gaze.

Once he was left standing in just his boxers, Taehyung’s hands now tugged at Kook’s clothing, wanting to make it even.

In the heat of the moment, a little chuckle slipped past the older’s lips, “What the fuck kind of boxers are you wearing..?”

His eyes amusingly skimmed over the patterns engraved in the soft fabric, holding back his laughter.

Jungkook frowned, his cheeks on fire as he averted Taehyungs eyes, “fuck you...” he hissed, but his voice came out weaker than he wished it did. It cracked at the end into a whine, only causing his embarrassment to grow further. He was so vulnerable like this, exposed to the man that he’s been pining for, the very man he’s been trying to suppress his emotions for, trying to hate him. But he couldn’t. His hands were clawing at Tae’s shoulders, pressing his back against the wall to get some room to breathe within the thick intensity of the moment.

If he wasn’t such at a loss for words, Tae would’ve taken this opportunity to make fun of Jungkook, but it seemed like his mouth was too dry to even utter a letter.

His gaze traveled from the younger’s dorky boxers to his small waist, then to his abs.. his chest, neck, and lastly to his face.

Suddenly, Taehyung got the confidence to speak at the sight.

“You shy, Kook?” He smirked, not failing to take notice of the splash of red dusted on his cheeks.

He looked so.. vulnerable. Taehyung wanted to jump at the chance to corrupt him.

The older parted their distance, looking down at Jungkook with so much hunger in his eyes before swiftly turning him around, pressing his bulge against the younger’s ass.

Tae’s lips hovered above the other’s shoulders, pressing more kisses onto the side of his neck as he teasingly grinded his hips into Jungkook, getting that desperate friction he needed.

''N-no, a-ah...!'' He gave up on trying to argue him, another small noise drowning in his throat when he gets turned around, placing his palms flat against the lockers, his chest pressing against the cold surface. He whimpers when he feels Tae's lips on his neck, shivers running down his spine, goosebumps appearing on his skin. If anybody saw him in this state, his whole image as a jocked bad boy would be completely ruined. But at this moment, nothing mattered. Nothing mattered more than the greedy desperation he feels for Taehyung, he couldn't be physically satiated until he got everything. Jungkook bit his lower lip to prevent more whimpers from escaping, but to no avail, his pathetic noises muffled as his hips press back against Taehyung, his plump ass rubbing against the large bulge pressing on his behind.

Even Taehyung struggled to hold back his noises of pleasure as he stared down at the way Jungkook’s ass moved against him.. 

“Fuck..” The older grunted, increasing his pace as he continued to grind against Kook, but, that wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

In one swift movement, the boy’s underwear found itself down to his ankles, his cock springing up to slap against one of Jungkook’s cheek.

Now that various of thoughts rushed into his head, 90% of them were questions.

Had the younger even been fucked by a guy before?

Was he okay with this?

Shit—Taehyung didn’t want to think about that.

So, he settled for dismissing all of his thoughts and worries. How much more different could it be?

In a hurry, Tae soon tugged at Jungkook’s boxers as well, now leaving them both naked to the eye.

Fuck, Jungkook had a nice ass.

After gulping at the view in front of him, Taehyung brought two fingers up to his mouth, coating them with his warm saliva before aligning them to the smaller’s hole.

Without thinking twice about it, the older’s digits pushed past the initial rim of muscle.

He began curl and uncurl his fingers inside of Kook, making scissoring motions as well.

“You like that?” Taehyung leaned in to breathe onto the nape of his neck, the squelching noises of his fingers now pumping in and out of Jungkook bouncing off the walls of the locker room.

Jungkook held his breath at first, his body tensing up, but as he felt the wet digits against his ass he took deep, slow breaths to relax. Slowly, as Tae thankfully worked him gently, his wet fingers warm and thick, it wasn't uncomfortable. He wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation of fingers, as he's done it to himself countless of times, but Taehyung's fingers were larger, and with the obvious fact that they weren’t his own, they reached so much farther than his own ever could. Jungkook pressed his cheek against the cold surface of the locker, whispering out 'yes' to the question thrown at him, lips fallen apart as he no longer can remain silent, a sudden high pitched whimper rolling off his lips when Tae reached a certain spot inside of him. Jungkook was surprised by himself, not aware he could even make such a lewd noise.

As a response to Jungkook’s unexpected whimper, Taehyung’s fingers only worked faster than before. He pressed them further into him, wanting to reach Kook’s deepest places in hopes of hearing more of his moans.

The younger was so fucking tight; his cock couldn’t wait to get a taste of it.

After a few more minutes of Taehyung stretching him out, adding in an extra finger or two.. massaging Jungkook’s warm walls, he decided it was time to climb up the ladder.

Without any proper lube in sight, Tae opted for spitting onto the palm of his hand before beginning to jerk himself off, wanting to ensure all of his length was covered.

Taehyung might hate Jungkook’s guts, but he didn’t wish to hurt him.

Resting one hand on the younger’s shoulder, Tae used the other to direct his throbbing cock into the smaller’s entrance.

He could only get the tip in at first, as Kook was that tight.

“Shit.” The boy cursed, having to re-align himself before using some force to hopefully fit all of the remaining inches.

“A-ah.. fuck yeah..” Taehyung breathed out, biting down on his lip as he gradually planted himself deeper into the younger.

This felt.. new.

He was overtaken by a sudden blanket of warmth as he slowly began to move his hips, sinking his nails into Jungkook’s shoulder.

''Oh my g-- f-fuuck....'' Jungkook cried out as Taehyung moved inside of him, the feeling so overwhelming, he felt so full. His hands curled into fists against the locker, the urge to almost punch into the metal surface because he didn't know what to do with every feeling that was overtaking him. It hurt a little, and the whines he makes were a mix of pain and pleasure, but with every slow stroke against his insides, the pleasure overtook the pain, and his breathing turned into needy, shallow gasps.

When seeing Jungkook begin to visibly relax in front of him, the older’s thrusting gradually increased in speed. The hand that wasn’t holding onto Kook’s shoulder sneaked it’s way to the latter’s heaving chest, freely roaming around the soft skin before stopping at its desired destination.

With a harsh slap of Taehyung’s pelvis on Jungkook’s cheeks, the sound of their skin clashing against one another became more audible as Tae picked up his harshness. 

“So tight..”

He hastily licked over his index finger before placing it back on the other’s nipple, multitasking while quickly flicking the perky bud and ramming into Jungkook’s hole.

Tae found himself holding back a bit, not using all of his strength just yet. 

Just from the way the younger’s body had reacted to his fingers, Taehyung could tell this was new for Jungkook as well.

“So fucking good,” He hissed, hiding his sweaty face in the crook of the smaller’s neck whilst continuing to pound him from the back.

Jungkook's moans gradually became louder and breathier with every few thrusts, his hips starting to move on their own to meet Taehyung's advancing hips, sweat dripping from his face down his neck, his dark curls clinging to his skin, ''T-taehyu--ung..'' He cried out, glancing down to see the sinful sight of his nipple being played with, then down to his untouched cock, swollen and needy for friction. But even if he didn't receive any attention on there, he feels like he could still cum from the way his insides were abused either way, and it was an amazing feeling, he never wanted it to end, ''H-harder, harder, please...s-shit...'' His words were barely coherent, his voice higher in pitch, his legs starting to shake in bliss.

“Harder, huh?”

He repeatedly rubbed against Jungkook’s prostate, not sparing the latter any mercy as Taehyung began to unwind; he was letting down his defenses.

If Kook was ready for more, then he was going to give it to him.

The taller’s broad chest heaved from exhaustion, but he pushed through it nonetheless.

He wanted to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s expression as he came, knowing it was bound to come soon.

Taehyung’s hand traveled down to the dip in the other’s back, pressing down on it so that Kook’s ass could press further against him. 

The taller took notice of how Jungkook’s peach had taken on the color red, the corner of his lip inching upwards proudly.

“Ah.. fuuck,” Taehyung cursed out, feeling a familiar pooling of warmth begin to settle in his lower stomach the more his hips snapped against Kook.

Jungkook turned his head to the side, leaning his cheek against his arms that now served as protection from having his head repeatedly jolting against the lockers. His knees were growing weak, but it got easier when he had his back arched, however it changed the way Tae's cock was angled, and he felt himself being brought closer to the edge with every snap of their hips. His cock was desperate, aching and dripping with precum, it was more than ready to explode. When he couldn't take it anymore, he reached down with one of his hands to squeeze his shaft firmly, easing the painful aching by just a tad bit, ''I'm g-gonna.... '' His voice cracked into a sob, being so on edge but not quite able to get over the hurdle just yet was such a powerful feeling.

Taehyung’s cock snapped harder and deeper into Jungkook, feeling his energy falter, his thrusts lazy and out of rhythm.

The taller was close to his peak, and it was clear by the way his eyebrows were pinched together, lips slightly agape as heavy puffs of air slipped past them. 

Every inch of Taehyung’s body was enjoying this.

“Are you..?” Before he was given the chance to finish his question, Kook’s broken voice was his answer.

Wanting to drive the both of them to ejaculation, Taehyung didn’t hold himself back. Not one bit.

After many curses, grunts, and moans later, the older’s cock twitched inside of Jungkook like a volcano before breaking loose, some of his cum seen trickling down the boy’s entrance.

“Fuck..” Tae whispered, having trouble regaining his breath.

Still panting, Taehyung pulled himself out of Jungkook before leaning his sweaty back against one of the lockers, thankful for the cool touch on his skin.

Jungkook came hard, his insides filled with cum and the floor beneath him stained with a pool of his own flowed, his cock twitching heavily in his hand as he jerks himself dry, a loud, drawn out cry echoing in the room. His voice was hoarse from all the moaning. Jungkook gasped quietly, breaths shallow and quick when he feels Tae withdraw himself, pulling out from his ass. The wet, thick sensation of Tae's seed dribbles down on the back of his thigh, and he could no longer hold his body up as he dropped to his knees within the mess of their cum, holding on to the bench. He didn't dare to look back, not yet. The way he had acted, and spoken was completely new. He didn't know how much he enjoyed being the subsmissive in this scenario, and now it'd just be another thing Taehyung would bully him for. Unless... Maybe, this was a changing point. Jungkook glanced back at the taller man, still working on catching his breath.

The second Taehyung had been caught sneaking a glimpse towards Jungkook’s direction, he quickly snapped his head the other way, jaw clenched.

“Uh, I um..” He didn’t know where to begin. 

Should he begin at the kiss they shared on the dirty gymnasium floor?

..At the way he nipped at Jungkook’s skin?

When he toyed with the younger’s nipples..?

Just where the hell should he start?

“I’m gonna go.” Taehyung cleared his throat, not sparing the other another glance, suddenly feeling disgusted with what he’d done.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that once stuck to his forehead when he began to dress himself, not wanting to spend another second naked in front of him..

‘What the fuck did I do?’ 

Taehyung repeated to himself, his back facing Jungkook as he struggled to make sense of his actions.

Without another word, he left Kook in the empty locker room, eyes trained ahead as Tae only had one motive: To get the fuck out of there.

Jungkook quietly watched as Tae left him, naked and alone in the locker room. He felt disgusting, used. On wobbly legs, he got up, groaning quietly at the wetness between his cheeks. He decided to take a quick shower, using the one by the locker room, turning the heat up so high that steam filled the room, letting the water boil at his skin, ''Fuck...'' He hissed, still unable to focus as all his mind keeps going back to, is the way Taehyung sounded while ramming into him, the rough but delicate ministrations of his hips, ''Get out of my head.. Fucker, fucker..'' Jungkook turned the water ice cold, numbing himself from thinking, freezing seemed to help better. After a long while, he got out, dried himself and got dressed in his normal clothes, packing his basketball outfit into the backpack he'd brought and exited the locker room. How was he ever gonna face Tae again? Were they a thing? Did they still hate eachother? Jungkook himself wasn't sure, but he never did hate him. He needed to find this out eventually, or it'd gnaw at his mind.

When Taehyung made his way to the school’s parking lot— about to angrily throw his backpack onto the backseat of his crappy car, he was met by Namjoon as he pulled up into the spot next to him.

“Yo, Taehyung!” Joon’s voice rang, stepping out of his car when he was met by a harsh welcome.

“Listen, if you’re gonna continue to bitch at me about this morning, I’m not in the fucking mood, alright? I already stayed after to practice.”

The younger drifted off, failing to catch the look of confusion attached to Namjoon’s face as he focused on remaining his cool, hands unconsciously balled up into fists at his sides.

“Tae.. I was just gonna say hey?”

The older’s brows furrowed, internally questioning why Taehyung’s panties were in such a twist.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest, “You okay?”

He hoped that if he asked enough questions, it would be enough for Taehyung to give in.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Apparently Joon forgot he was talking to the Kim Taehyung, he should’ve never expected Tae to open up to him.

The only time the younger actually told him something somewhat personal was in fourth grade, when he admitted he, “needed to go poop.”

Not believing him for one second, Namjoon struggled to drop the subject. But, he noticed how much Taehyung looked like he wanted to get out of there, so he let it go.

“Well.. fine. Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” Joon said as he watched him get in his car, meeting Taehyung’s dimmed eyes for a split second before the latter drove away, far too fast for a school zone.

With a sigh, Namjoon brushed off their encounter for the moment being and made his way into the familiar doors. He’d forgotten his basketball uniform in his locker, and it was safe to say, it was time for a deep cleaning.

Just as he was about to make his way downstairs, he took notice of Jungkook.

“Kook!” He called out, waiting to meet him at the top.

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon didn’t fail to notice Jungkook’s small limp, hesitating whether or not to ask him about it.

“I saw Tae leaving as well, he was pissed off— wait a minute,” The Captain’s eyes widened, “you guys didn’t get into a fight, right? Is that why you’re limping?”

Nine times out of ten, Joon was the one who broke off their stupid arguments. It wouldn’t surprise him if things had actually gotten out of hand this time around.

Jungkook tensed, looking up at Namjoon with surprise. He quickly straightened his posture, ''Hi, I uh...'' He's never been a good liar, but he knows he couldn't tell anybody about this. Could he? Should he? No fucking way, Taehyung would literally strangle him to death. Jungkook's eyes flickered between Namjoon's before nodding hurriedly, ''Yeah, we got into a fight, it was nothing,'' He bounced on his leg a little, gritting his teeth to endure the small pain jolting through him, pretending his body is fine, ''I'm fine. I uh, I have to go now, so.. '' He shifted his weight between his feet, muscles in his legs aching as he just wanted to get away, starting to walk past Namjoon as he grips the strap of his backpack harder.

Namjoon let out one of his ‘shocked, but not surprised’ sighs, “Just ignore each other, how hard can it be?”

He mumbled, rubbing at his temples in utter frustration.

Joon wanted to say more, but Jungkook insisted he had to go.

So, he pressed his lips together, knowing he tended to overstep in people’s personal problems. It was a little flaw of his, but really he just wanted to help.

“Alright well.. see you tomorrow.” Namjoon waved the younger off, waiting until Kook was out of sight to do all of his pondering.

With a light shrug of his shoulders, Namjoon stayed put for one more second before making his way downstairs.

He just needed to remind himself to talk to Taehyung and Jungkook tomorrow morning, more like scold them.

Joon couldn’t have two of his best players take their anger out on each other, not when a big game was near.

Plus, they were his friends, so part of him worried about their own safety.

Jungkook was exhausted, and he had no car, so he sighed loudly as he opted to simply walk towards his place. It wasn't terribly far, but a good 20 minute walk. Actually, with a limp, make it 30...

As he finally made it home, he threw the backpack on the floor, and laid down on his stomach on the bed with a grunt. He had no energy left, but yet his mind went on to think about Taehyung. Where was he now? What was he up to? Did he think about him too? What the fuck is going to happen from now on... 

Namjoon on the other hand, had gone through the lockers to grab his forgotten clothes, but also making sure nobody forgot anything. As he made his way towards the door to get out of there, he almost slipped, catching himself last second, ''What the hell..''

Joon looked down on his feet, a sticky mess stuck to the sole of his shoe, smeared along the floor in a small puddle. He crouched down, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He took off his shoe to wash it, and before putting it under the tap water he smelled it and scrunched his nose, making a face, ''What the fuck is thi-'' His eyes widen when he realized exactly what it is, it's fucking cum. He washes it off, luckily he's got a very strong stomach, not easily disgusted by the liquid itself. However, he was wondering why the hell it was there in the first place. He pondered for a long while as he cleaned it up, being the way he is, and took his things and started leaving. His mind would rewind to when he met Taehyung earlier, he had just left the practice hall... Just moments before Jungkook, ''No way...''

He countered himself, but before he knew it, he had connected the dots for a possible scenario. So, Taehyung did not want to talk about something he was upset over, and Jungkook was limping, obviously in a hurry to leave... And then there was cum on the floor. Namjoon felt dizzy, rubbing his neck as he blinked several times, ''So they weren't fighting?''

Taehyung dreaded going home; he despised stepping into an environment that, in fact, didn’t feel like home at all. But, the more he drove further away from the school, the anger in his mind not having quite evaporated into nothingness yet, Tae figured ‘home’ was his only option.

He just prayed his deadbeat of a father wasn’t there, or if he was, that he wasn’t drowning his liver with one alcoholic beverage after the other.

It was a long shot, but the boy could hope.

After countless road rage moments later, Taehyung managed to pull up to his driveway without a single scratch.

Considering what happened last time, this was great news. 

That reminded Tae, he needed to get his left view mirror replaced. It’s been a couple of days that he’d driven without it.

His heartbeat began to pound wildly against his ribcage after stepping foot into the medium-sized house, asking himself if he was the only one home. 

Well, Taehyung guessed there was only one way to find out. Shutting the door behind him and carelessly letting his bag drop to the ground, the latter’s sharp eyes carefully raked around the living room, glad to see it was left untouched.

Then, for the biggest test of all, he opened up the refrigerator door.

Yes. The pack of beers were still in tact.

Without thinking twice about it, Taehyung reached for a bottle. He /needed/ some alcohol, having grown tired of thinking too much into things. Maybe this way he’ll learn to loosen up, his head hurt like a bitch.

For the remaining of time, Tae spent it up in his room, mindlessly browsing through his social media while occasionally downing the cold beer in his hand. 

Sooner than he expected, the day’s light no longer peaked through the curtain cracks, and Taehyung couldn’t tell if it was because of the light alcohol in his system, or his inner fear of what could happen, but his finger found itself hovering above Jungkook’s contact.

Being a part of the basketball team, everyone was told to exchange numbers on the first day. 

Namjoon made him and Kook cooperate, and now Taehyung might actually have an excuse to use it.

[Taehyung]: JK, don’t tell anyone about what happened, got it?...Use some panthenol on your butt, I read somewhere it should help with the pain or whatever.

Taehyung hesitated whether or not to include the last part, but he couldn’t be bothered to question himself anymore, so he pressed ‘send’.

Jungkook was laying in his bed when the phone chimed, groaning lightly as he stretched out to reach for the device laying on the floor next to his bed. When he saw the contact name, he coughed as he almost choked on his own breath, and out of reflex he threw the phone across the room, “Oh fuck...” 

He was anxious, not knowing what this text would contain. It could be anything! What if he told him to never fucking come back to practice? Or that he’s going to kill him!... or.. something else?

Jungkook sighed as he got up off the bed, slowly walking over to fish his phone back into his hands that were shaking as he unlocked the screen. 

“Don’t tell anyone about what happened...” he read it out loud to himself, and he felt like his chest tightened. Of course he’d say that. But, he didn’t say it couldn’t happen again.. he didn’t say to fuck off out of his life forever.

He read the ending of the text and almost felt like his lips were twitching into a dumb smile, because it was so unlike Taehyung to sound like he almost cared about him. Or at least his ass.

Jungkook hovered over the texting pad before he started to tap at the screen, 

[JK]: Got it. But you didn’t say we should stop.. p.s thx for the butt tip.

Jungkook cringed at his own text, but was too tired at this point to overthink it as he tapped the send button. He had to know, or his soul would disintegrate. He already wanted more, and he hated himself for it. Why would he fall in love with the most emotionally blocked person on earth! Jungkook sighed with a frustrated groan following before throwing his head into a pillow to scream out his overwhelming feelings.

With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and toothbrush still in his mouth, Taehyung had just gotten out of the shower when he heard his phone’s familiar chime on the bedside table. Unable to put off his curiosity for after he was done getting ready for bed, Tae carelessly jumped onto his mattress, reaching over for the device before taking a look at who it was.

‘JK’

He felt that all knowing sensation of tightness in his chest, anxiety piercing through his veins. But, deciding that he wasn’t a pussy, Taehyung quickly tapped on the younger’s message.

After reading over it multiple times, he found himself still at a loss for words.

Honestly, Taehyung didn’t know what kind of response he was expecting from Jungkook.

Perhaps something like, ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, let’s forget about it.’ 

That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

But what he didn’t expect to read was what he received, and his body language proved that. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was locked in place.

Tae ran a hand through his damp hair, repeating Kook’s words in his head.

‘But you didn’t say we should stop..’

What the fuck kind of dumbassery was that? And why wasn’t Taehyung opposed to the idea of it?

..Why couldn’t he stop thinking about it ever since he got home?

It got to the point where every time he looked down at his dick, he would be reminded of Jungkook.

God, his whimpers..

Taehyung was definitely out of it, surely the beer had something to do with it.

“Fuck.” He groaned out loud, closing his eyes for a moment. 

He should just forget about it, pretend it never happened..

But something told him that was easier said than done.

Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung decided he’d thought enough for one day, mind starting to blank every few seconds because of it.

He needed to sleep it off, and hopefully by tomorrow morning, everything would just blow off.

Shit, he was already dreading having to face Jungkook at practice, but it was a given.

Jungkook kept glancing over at his phone from time to time, sighing when he realizes that Tae wasn't going to answer him. He wasn't surprised though, why would he? This was a lot, he should've just said something else, anything, that wasn't putting their entire dynamic on the table. But he had to do it. He couldn't not do it... After a while, Jungkook's eyes felt heavy, burying his face into his pillow until he fell asleep, still replaying the way Tae's skin felt on his.

A/N: Surprise! This is part one of a series co-written with @velvetwicebang​, (whom also made the banner!) this is a DM rp we’ve had going on for a while and I really wanted to share it(and keep it for myself to re read) because their writing is just too amazing!

Also, this is NOT Yandere! This is vastly different from my other content, but I hope many of you will love it either way.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[stellar-imagines]

Christmas/Bakugou Katsuki

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

クリスマスソング /back number

Artist: back number Lyrics: Shimizu Iyori Composer: Shimizu Iyori Arrangements: Kobayashi Takeshi (composer) , back number English translation: Here

Somewhere, bells are ringing Unusual words are floating into mind The coldness feels pleasantly good Huh? Why am I doing something like falling in love

Bakugou Katsuki hated winter.

Winter. There were signs of snow that had fallen overnight. The streets were covered in a layer of snow which will have to be plowed later. As the sun slowly rose from the horizon, its glow brightened up the pristine white snow. A few birds chirped as if to welcome the sun. It was early in the morning and not many people were out and about, only very few who were strolling down the streets in warm clothes. This was the season that reminded some that the year was ending, it reminded some that Christmas was right around the corner. For Bakugou, he thought about graduation. It was an odd time to think about it but he couldn't help but to think further.

A lot has happened this year. By the end of every year, one would always say that there were tons of things that had happened to them. There were always bad things but along with those, there were good things as well. Bakugou thought the same as well. Two years ago, he didn't have any intentions of getting all buddy-buddy with his classmates. Kirishima was the only one who persistently tried to befriend him. Other than him, there was you. Annoying, irritating, suffocating―the list goes on. His first impression of you was something that couldn't be described properly. But after getting to know you more, Bakugou soon realized that you were actually a pretty amazing person. Calm, collected, kind and bubbly. Even towards an asshole like himself, you always see the good in him.

Although your presence annoyed him at first, he couldn't help but think that having you around was nice. Coming back to the dorms after training to see you lounging on the couch was like a breath of fresh air. Even though you were always laying in ridiculous positions, mindlessly munching on snacks, he grew used to it. You would lazily wave at him with a chocolate bar in hand, offering the half eaten snack with a wide smile. Bakugou actually liked living in the dorms, he was away from his nagging mother―even though everyone knows that he doesn't mind his mother―and most importantly, you were there. Persistent, clinging, like a moth attracted to light. In this case, he was the light while you were the moth. No, not a moth but a butterfly. You were always the nice one in the class, never seeing any of your classmates as a competition. In fact, you only saw them as your friends and future partners. He added gentle, elegant and kind hearted to his already long list.

Bakugou's Sundays always started early. People always assumed that Sundays were supposed to be spent leisurely. It was the only day of the week where you can sleep in and enjoy the soft blankets wrapped around your body. But it was different for Bakugou, he was already sitting on the couch, dressed in a black pullover and track pants. While he was tying his shoelaces, he heard the familiar elevator ding. Shifting his gaze towards the elevator, he saw you step through the doors and make your way into the common area. Still dressed in your pajamas with small blanket over your shoulders, you trudged towards the kitchen and grabbed a clear glass from the cabinet. It was when Bakugou raised his head that you noticed his presence.

"Bakugou-kun? What are you doing up so early?" you asked in a tired voice.

You had made your way over to the couch, already finished with your glass of water. Even though it didn't really show on your face, the male could tell that you were still tired. The past week had been a little bit tiring for all of you, especially when the final exam is right around the corner. Bakugou often heard how you always stayed in the school's gym, practicing until you were given a warning. You were a hard worker, there was no way anyone wouldn't notice. There were pain relief patches on your shoulders and one on your neck. A small, inaudible yawn escaped your lips and you covered your mouth with your hand as it happened. Bakugou spared you a glance before opening the door. Like you had expected, Bakugou didn't bother to reply but you knew that he was that type of person.

"Itterashai." you gave him a lazy wave before he could leave. Bakugou slowly turned around, cheeks growing red at the sight of your smiling profile. He let out a grunt in response, averting his gaze. Those words made his heart beat a bit faster. He could briefly imagine himself living in the same apartment as you when you were older. Not as friends sharing the rent but something more, something more like a couple. Bakugou shook those thoughts from his head and grumbled something under his breath before leaving. Confused, you thought about what he could've possibly said to you. Deciding that it was probably nothing important, you returned to your room.

It was when Bakugou left the building that he uttered those words louder.

"Ittekimasu."

Is it because it's Christmas Eve, or because of those songs playing repeatedly? Or is it the fault of this city that seemed to sparkle on purpose?

"Come on, its going to be fun!" Kirishima nudged Bakugou who was scowling to himself.

Class 3-A of UA high decided to do one of those Secret Santa, proposed by Ashido and approved by Iida. Now that there were no more classes until the end of the month, you all were always in the dorms. Other than that, you would be at some sort of event that your friends had discovered. But Ashido wanted to do something much more exciting and Christmas-y, thus leading to the current situation. The students began to whisper to themselves and with each other, thinking about how this was a very interesting and fun tradition. From your position beside Todoroki, you were shaking with excitement. There was something about giving a present that excited you. Within minutes, the class president already prepared a box with all your names written on small pieces of paper ready. When you stuck your hand inside the box, you didn't really think about who you wanted to get but you hoped that it was someone you knew well. But in reality, anyone except Mineta was fine.

Once you had pulled out a piece of paper, Iida ushered you back to your seat. You plopped back to your seat beside Todoroki and slowly unfolded the paper. For a second, you could feel yourself shaking in your seat―whether it was from excitement, happiness or surprise, you weren't sure. On the paper was the kanji that only one person had.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Bakugou was one of the very last people who picked the piece of paper from the box. With his hand stuck inside the box, he paid no heed and pulled out a piece of paper, unwrapping it on the way back to his seat. He couldn't believe it. The whole time he walked back, he had his eyes glued to the piece of paper.

[Last Name] [First Name].

Unbelievable, was what Bakugou has said to himself as you glared at the words written on the piece if paper.

"Are you far-sighted or something?" Kirishima suddenly piped up when he noticed how his friend had been narrowing his eyes at the words written on the paper as if they were unclear.

"Shut up, Shitty Hair!"

After a few minutes, everyone had gotten the name of the person they had to gift. There were a few people who made faces when they saw who they had to gift. Even so, it didn't give away who they were giving to. In less than a week, everyone was expected to have their gifts ready for giving at the dorms. It had taken a lot of thinking to decide what you wanted to give to Bakugou. Being more of the type to give presents made by the heart, you decide to purchase some yarn and other knitting tools. 

"Nothing beats a gift made by hand and love!" you encouraged yourself before sitting upright and opening a Youtube tutorial on your laptop.

It felt odd. There were tons of pretty scarves in stores and yet, you decide to just sit on your bed and knit one yourself. You noted how it sounded so old fashioned but there was something about homemade gifts that touched your heart. And you somehow hoped that Bakugou would feel the same when he received your gift. You followed every single step of the tutorial and you were rather satisfied with what you have so far, even though it was nowhere near complete. It took you a long time to get used with using the needles and figuring how to do the cast on knot thing. After 5 grueling days, you managed to finish the scarf. You were actually proud of it, even though it looked a little bit messy. Holding the item in front of your face, you frowned. It was nowhere near perfect and as good as you thought it would be. Letting out a disappointed sigh, you laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

You fell asleep with the thoughts of what you should get Bakugou.

In the end, you decided to go shopping for Bakugou's gift. You chose to buy your present at night time. It was so that no one could find out who you were supposed to be giving to. When you arrived at the mall, you took a moment to admire all the beautiful decorations as you stepped inside. There were people of all ages and you could spot a few foreigners here and there. Just as you expected, it was crowded as hell, lots of stores offering items at a lower price which caught almost everyone's attention. Like most people, you headed into the department store. After walking around for an hour or so, you finally found something that would look good on Bakugou.

"I hope Bakugou-kun will like this....." you smiled in content, looking into the bag to see the sweater wrapped in a plastic. It took you a very long time just to get this sweater. Buying clothes for someone wasn't as easy as you thought it would be. You pondered about Bakugou's taste, his preferred colors, size and type of clothing for too long. There were lots that caught your attention but none of them seemed to be fitting for someone like Bakugou.

"The fuck are you muttering about?"

"B-Bakugou!?" you squeaked in surprise and hugged the bag closer to your chest so that he couldn't see its contents. Shifting your body to the side, you managed to give him a small, nervous smile.

"What are you doing out here? All alone too....." you questioned, eyes trailing from the ground to glance up at him sheepishly. When you did, you spotted a bag on his hands which appeared to be his gift to someone else.

"What does it look like to you?" Bakugou waved the bag in front of your face. With a small pout, you pushed the bag aside and lightly glared at the taller boy. He watched you huff and mutter something inaudible under your breath. There was a moment of silence between the two of you and neither made any move and just stood there in silence.

"So you wanna grab something to eat?"

It took you a moment to process what he had said. You eyed him with eyes filled with surprise, cheeks becoming warmer. Not often Bakugou invited you out to eat and you knew that he doesn't ask someone out that often. You felt your heart hammering against your chest erratically. With a hand over your chest, you managed to give him a meek nod, giving him a small smile.

"Sure, sounds great."

The number of times I think of wanting to see you, and how this heart of mine hurts when I can't be with you are telling me how I feel about you it's alright, I myself know it Even if I ask Santa, there's no use, right?

It wasn't as though Bakugou never celebrated Christmas. It was the fact that he had never bought you a gift before. Sure he had pitched in when Uraraka proposed on getting you a new tablet because you had been complaining about it for so long. That, of course, did not count. You were one of the very few people he let into his personal space and he could proudly call you his friend. But he did not even know what kind of things you liked. He only knew a few things about you but it was not enough to give him an idea of what he should give you. Did you like sweets? He could make some himself but he didn't want to risk his classmates spotting him doing something so unlikely. Plus, he wanted you to really like it. Preferably, something that can remind you of the day he gave you the gift.

When he saw you stepping into the department store, he was surprised. Out of everyone, he had expected you to do your shopping earlier. However, he couldn't just jump into conclusions. Maybe you just decided to go out for some Christmas shopping. It was crowded with tourists, foreigners as well as locals walking around the mall. At this time of year, it's usually packed either because of the sales or the visitors from other countries who come here to spend their holiday. Bakugou stood there for a few seconds before snapping out of his reverie. Once he did, you were already gone from his sight and the male turned around to resume on his own Christmas shopping. With his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his pants, he glanced around the stores in search of the perfect gift. As he walked by the stores, he started to wonder what you would like.

Now that he thought about it, Bakugou didn't really know what you liked. Inwardly cursing himself, he began to walk faster to who knows where. He had been too busy thinking about buying the perfect gift that he didn't even thought about what you liked. What's worse, he didn't know that much about you either. He thought back to your past birthdays, everyone had given you all different kinds of things and you had accepted them like it was the best thing you had gotten in your entire life. Bakugou growled to himself―now that didn't help at all. As he passed by a few stores, one caught his attention. And he wasted no time stepping into the store, throwing an onslaught of questions and a few threats here and there.

"Fucking finally." he had finally emerged with a small bag in hand. It was a little pricey but after being convinced by the sellers, he thought that it would be the perfect gift for you. He kept on looking at the wrapped up gift inside the bag he was carrying. What if you didn't like it? What if he was trying too hard? Furiously shaking his head, he continued down the path that lead to the exit.

Much to his surprise, he found you standing at the entrance with a bag in your hands, seemingly satisfied with your purchase. He didn't know what got over him but he was moving on his own before he can even notice. You had turned to him with a look of pure surprise when he spoke to you. After hanging out with you for a while, he started to notice the little things you do. The way your cheeks burned into a rosy pink and how your voice turned lower because you were surprised. He answered you quickly when you asked what he was doing here and then there was silence after that.

"So you wanna grab something to eat?"

Fuck! Why the fuck did he say that?! Now, he sounded just so fucking desperate! He was too busy cursing and yelling at himself that he almost forgot about you. When he turned to face you, he waited for your response, watching your every movement.

"Sure, sounds great." came your response.

After that, the rest of the night was a blur. At first, he was nervous as fuck but you proved to be as easy going as ever. Perhaps you had noticed how tense he was and decided to make things easier for the both of you by talking about something you both can contribute to. He had to admit, it was a nice night. When you both returned to the dorms, a few people had a few questions the moment you stepped through the doors together. While Bakugou yelled at everyone to back the fuck off, you told them the truth―you both just coincidentally met in the mall and decided to have dinner together. Still, they had countless of questions. Bakugou had never been the type of easily agree on such things. But with a sharp glare from the ash blonde, everyone decided to keep quiet, except for one fearless student.

"So like a date?"

Everyone turned their heads towards Todoroki who spoke.

"Ah but you don't really know how to ask someone out right? This book says that―"

"Shut the fuck up, half and half! I'll fucking kill you!"

If it's possible, I want you to stay by my side, I don't want you to go anywhere else I want you to always think only of me But it would be uncool if I tell you these things So I'll make it simple, only because it's going to be quite long I love you

With Aizawa-sensei's help, everything went smoothly. The original plan was to just leave the gifts in front of the doors but the risk of running into one another was fairly high. Iida had suggested to hand it all to your homeroom teacher who would be handing it out to everyone until the day came.

The girls had gathered in your room later after the party, sitting around the kotatsu you had bought from home. Atop the table, there were various snacks that Yaoyorozu had laid out for all of you to enjoy. You reached for the butter cookies and ripped open the packet slowly before popping the treat into your mouth, relishing the sweetness that just melted inside your mouth. Laying down on the ground that you had cleaned, you let out a content sigh and grabbed a pillow from your bed, placing it under your head. The rest of the girls made themselves comfortable in the kotatsu you laid in the middle of the room. Asui seemed to be the one enjoying it out of everyone, the warmth lulling her to sleep. But before she could fall asleep, Ashido slammed a wrapped up box onto the table which was tagged with her name. With a wide grin on her face, she glanced around at all of you.

"It's time to unwrap our gifts!" she announced excitedly. The girls then began unwrapping their, some looking genuinely surprised at their gifts while the other looked rather pleased. It appeared that some had gotten what they wanted. The rest got something new and that was actually very exciting, it may come in handy in the future. You took your time to take yours from a small bag which had a light pink ribbon on it along with your name written neatly on a card. You reached inside, surprised slightly at the size of your present. It was small and simple, a white box with a red ribbon. Slowly unraveling the ribbon, you opened the box, surprised to see a piece of jewelry sitting inside.

"Oooooh! That's so cute, [First Name]-chan! I wonder who got you that!" Hagakure squealed, admiring the small snowflake necklace in the box.

"This must've been so expensive!" you exclaimed.

"It has to be a guy. Someone who likes you too."

"Lookie! I think, [First Name]-chan has a secret admirer! It has to be one of the guys and I will not rest until I find out who it is!" the pink haired female exclaimed. Uraraka and Hagakure nodded as well, determined to find out who it was that gave you the gift.

"Let's start with eliminating people from our list by looking at our gifts!" Hagakure suggested.

"I got a box of homemade cookies and it must be from Sato." Jirou stated, showing everyone the box filled with different shaped cookies. You gasped in awe, mesmerized by all the different shapes. The girls were analytical when it came to these kind of things and before you knew it, you had narrowed down to only very few people.

".....Midoriya-chan gave Todoroki-chan a wrist band so he's not [First Name]-chan's secret santa." Asui said.

"So all that's left are Todoroki, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Iida." Yaoyorozu raised her four fingers and looked at everyone with a smile. Somehow, talking about love and all that always excited the girls. Although it was embarrassing when you were put on the spot.

"Ooooh! Getting close to finding out who [First Name]-chan's secret admirer is!" Ashido clapped her hands together.

"Who else have anything to share?" Uraraka looked around excitedly.

"First of all, I need to make it clear that something like this must've cost a lot. I'm sure when they bought this gift, they thought about the price as well." the vice president announced from her seat with her hand half raised. You hummed in response, placing a hand underneath your chin. None of you had thought about approaching this in that point of view.

"So you must be crazy rich!" Ashido spoke with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Like Todoroki-kun or Iida-kun!"

"But.....anyone can do that you know? Save up money to buy the person they like, something special.....After all, it is Christmas."

Everyone hummed, seeing how this was a hard case to crack. Once they thought about what Uraraka said, it was possible that the boys could just save up money to buy you something. A lot of boys do that and you can't really predict their intentions. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you had gotten.

"Ah....You know, it's fine if I don't know who it is." you suddenly announced with a small smile. This night was supposed to be a night to have fun with the girls, not the time for you to be worrying about something like this. It did pique your interest but you thought that if you didn't know, it wouldn't hurt you.

"So, snacks and movies?"

"Can we have some fries?"

"That sounds great."

Those lovers happily frolicking around Are wearing something like reindeer's antlers on their heads They surely can do it in front of other people huh No i'm not jealous, though I wonder what gift would make you happy? I wonder what's the one thing that only I can give you?

"Is that a new sweater, Bakugou?" Sero pointed out as the mentioned male step out of the dorms to gather with the rest of the students. You immediately perked up at the mention of the ash blonde's name, turning around to see the male dressed comfortably in a black sweater which was decorated with a large orange X in the center. It reminded everyone of his own winter hero costume and it was a lie to say that it didn't match him.

"You're right. As usual, you always have some great taste in fashion." Kirishima complemented. Bakugou rolled his eyes in response, hands digging into the pockets of his pants.

"I didn't buy this, someone got it for me." the boy replied, turning towards the red head who had made a comment on his fashion sense. At the mention of this, Sero and Kaminari glanced at each other for a few moments, processing the words slowly. Bakugou merely stared at them blankly with an unamused look on his face. The two teens flashed him a knowing smirk and it was more than enough to make him glare at the two males. Over the years, everyone had gotten used to Bakugou's feisty, explosive attitude and now, no one was even afraid of starting a conversation with him. And they had you to thank for.

"You mean from your Secret Santa?" Kaminari cooed playfully, lightly nudging the ash blonde with his elbow. You trained your gaze elsewhere, trying to make it not obvious that it was you who gave him the gift. You weren't sure if Bakugou even knew who gave the sweater to him but you were glad to see that he liked it so much to wear it in public. A small, giddy smile decorated your face as you cheered to yourself.

"Why are you smiling to yourself, [First Name]-chan?" Asui questioned, noticing your odd behavior.

"Eh? Er, its nothing, just excited for the carnival! Yeah! Looking forward to the carnival!" you nodded enthusiastically to hide your inner monologue about how happy you were to see Bakugou using your gift.

"She's been smiling ever since she get her gift from a special Secret Santa who might have hots for her! Am I right?" Ashido teased you playfully, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you blushed profusely.

"Or maybe? Could it possibly be?!"

Hagakure was holding her hands, glancing at you and then at Bakugou, she did this over and over until the girls finally took notice of what the invisible girl was referring to. Your cheeks grew red when you came to realize that you had been caught staring at Bakugou. It didn't even take that long for the girls to catch on. Before you knew it, there had their eyes on you, some looking hopeful like they were expecting something while the rest were curious. It was hard to escape the eyes staring at you. You had been backed into a corner figuratively, surrounded by the girls who had smiles on their faces. When you attempt to turn away, Ashido grabbed your hand, causing you to involuntarily squeak and face her out of pure reflex. With that pout and hopeful look on her face, you didn't have the heart to lie to her.

"So you and Bakugou, huh?" she smiled wickedly.

"N-No, its nothing like that! He just looks different today, that's all. I mean, everyone seems to be wearing different clothes than yesterday so I couldn't help it." you rambled on. It was when the girls continued to grin, you realized you were stating the obvious. Defensively waving your hand, the girls watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to defend yourself.

"I-I mean―"

"[Last Name]."

"I swear I wasn't staring at anyone!" you squeaked in embarrassment. You blinked up at the male who had called out to you, relieved that it was Todoroki. With a small, nervous smile, you peered up at your bicolor haired classmate, sending him a questioning look.

"Yes. Todoroki-kun?"

"I just wanted to tell you that your necklace looks nice."

"Ah, er, thanks. It was a gift." you replied with a bright smile.

"A gift from her special Secret Santa!" Ashido slung an arm around your shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows. While the girls were teasing and pointing at the new accessory you adorn, they failed to notice Bakugou's wandering eyes which were focused on only you. Kirishima believed that the ash blonde was only watching the scene from afar, unaware that Bakugou was actually watching you and only you.

Your answer to when I told you that I love you, Even if it's different from what I thought it would be, I won't come to hate you just because of that Wishing upon a star is really not like me, but After all, it won't do if it's not you So I look up at the sky

On the last day of the year, it was really cold. Even though you had your scarf around your neck, a fluffy jacket, thick pants, warm socks and boots on, it didn't help fight off the cold that attacked your bare hands and face. The streets were illuminated by the bright lights that came from the various decorations littering the city. Normally around this hour, you would be in your room, either doing school related things or relaxing in various ways. Your homeroom teacher had been kind enough today to let you all roam free outside the dorms since it was the last day of the year. That was when someone brought up about a carnival. You couldn't recall who it was but it didn't really matter now. Standing at the ticket booth was enough to make you feel excited. But now that you were inside and surrounded by countless of rides and stalls, you couldn't help but squeal in excitement. There were a few rides you wanted to try out and a lot of food stalls beckoning you over with their addicting aroma.

While you were too busy listing the things you wanted to do, everyone had began discussing about what they were going to do. It wasn't until Iida's loud voice that you snapped your attention towards your friends who were standing nearby.

"Listen! We will meet at the venue at exactly 11:50 sharp! You are free to do what you want now, dismissed!" he announced. A soft giggle escaped your lips as the class rep waved his hands around. Even though you're not in school, he was always looking out for everyone and you found that endearing. Speaking of doing what you wanted, you looked around for people who would tag along with your schemes. You approached the girls first, asking if they wanted along with you.

"Sorry, [First Name]-chan! We really want to ride the ferris wheel and we know how much you hate slow rides!" Hagakure said in an apologetic tone.

"But this is a chance to get close with that person you like." Asui pointed out. You let out a noise akin to a squeak, covering the lower half of your face with your scarf.

"So we're sorry that we can't hang out with you! On the bright side, you can go with Bakugou-kun who is still here!" Ashido said, pushing you towards the aforementioned ash blonde. You were leaning back, forcing your weight on the pink haired female and digging your feet into the snowy ground. Despite your protests, the girl continued to push you towards the explosive blonde. As she mentioned, Bakugou was standing alone, his crimson hues fixated on the various things around him. Once you were forcefully pushed onto him, the male let out a annoyed noise, ready to chew out who had shoved someone at him. The moment he turned, he was stunned, lips agape and his crimson eyes widening.

"What are you shits doing?" Bakugou questioned.

"Come on, guys.....he's uncomfortable." you sighed softly.

"Don't be so shy, Bakubro! Besides, its just spending time with a friend unless you decide to see it in another way." Kirishima teased with a knowing smirk.

"Go on, [First Name]-chan!"

With a particularly hard shove, you were sent forward, slipping on the snow with a gasp. Bakugou noticed this and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist to make sure you didn't slip and fall. He looked away, hiding his rosy cheeks from you. You muttered a faint thank you before slowly removing yourself from his arms. By that time, the rest of the group had already left you and Bakugou alone, telling you both that they'll meet you later at the assigned place. Bakugou began muttering about how annoying everyone was and how annoying all this is. You watched as he let out a string of curses, angrily crushing the snow beneath his feet. The male turned his attention to you when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Cheer up, Bakugou-kun. How about we go eat something over there?" you asked, pointing at the direction of the lined up stalls where all the delicious smell was coming from. You walked ahead of him, your hands clutching onto the backpack you were carrying. The male huffed in response, trudging behind you as you enthusiastically skipped your way over to the overly crowded food stalls. Bakugou let his eyes close for a while, wondering how the hell he got into this situation in the first place.

"Sorry!" he heard someone apologize. His eyes immediately searched for your figure. You were already far ahead and there was a crowd forming around the area quickly. Bakugou picked up the pace when he saw you being swept away by the crowd. His eyes went wide in panic when you disappeared from his sight.

At that time, I met you, it was only just that Parts of me that I didn't even know myself I discover one after the other

Shit, shit, shit! Where the fuck have you gone? Bakugou began to step into the crowd, his head whipping to ever single direction in search of you. Unfortunately, there were a fair share of people who're tall, obscuring his view. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, the male began to move through the crowd. The people around him slowly made way for him when they noticed the aura he was emitting. Some cowered in fear of being trampled on if they stood on his path, some were ignorant, failing to notice him while the rest merely wondered what got him so pissed. 

"[Last Name]! Fucking say something!"

"B-Bakugou-kun! I'm over here!"

From a distance, he saw your hand raised up in the air and he wasted no time to get to where you were. The male pushed past through the people without even bothering to apologize. He had to get to you no matter what. Bakugou continued to make his way through the sea of people, maneuvering skillfully past the bystanders. You had tried to move but with the crowd moving at different directions, you had stopped entirely, afraid that you'd be swept away. But you shouldn't let something like this stop you. Huffing through your slightly pink nose, you squeezed your way between two girls who were too busy chatting with one another to hear your 'Excuse me'. After squeezing your way through, you had stop, coming face to face with Bakugou.

"Bakugou! You came! Just got carried by the crowd, it can be crazy sometimes." you chuckled. Bakugou nodded curtly before gently grabbing your wrist.

"Bakugou?"

"If you don't want to have your ass carried by the crowd then keep a good grip on my hand." he scolded you. You smiled softly and squeezed his hands back.

"Then let's go get some food." you announce giddily, pulling the ash blonde with you. He opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. The male showed no efforts to even go against you, letting you drag him from one stall to another. Bakugou didn't realize how close you both were until you stopped in front of a stall to buy some yakitori. You stood in front of the stall, pondering about which ones your should get. He watched as you leaned forward, humming to yourself as you pointed at your favorite ones. It took him a nudge from you for him to snap back to reality. Your hands had detached at some point, since you wanted to pull out your wallet from your bag.

"What kind of meat do you want? They have unagi too, you know." you pointed out, releasing his hand from yours. The male took his time to choose what he wanted and paid for his food.

The two of you walked from one stall to another. While Bakugou decided not to eat anymore, you bought something from each stall you visited and by now, your hands were occupied with tons of plastic bags. You were currently chewing on some mochi. From time to time, you would offer some to your companion but the male would refuse and comment on how he didn't like eating sweets. With a shrug, you continued to eat your food while walking through the festival with Bakugou. Turned out that most rides were ones that you could normally find in amusement parks, so they didn't really interest you that much. Instead, you chose to try out a bunch of food. He didn't mind this though, he didn't particularly like festivals ― it was always loud, crowded with people and honestly, its just suffocating.

But, he didn't mind all this right now. In fact, he was somewhat glad that he could view festivals in a different way.

"Ah! You did buy the unagi! Can I have some?" you asked with a wide grin. The blonde turned to face you for a while before looking back at the food he was holding in his hands. You blinked at him curiosly before pulling out one of the purchased item from the yakitori stall.

"Here, I'll give you a bite of my salmon skin." you offered him, holding the mentioned food in front of him. He didn't actually mind if you stole some of his food but when you offering your own food. With a smile, you urged him to open his mouth. He begrudgingly complied and took a bite from your skewer. His eyelids slowly shut close, taking his time to memorize the taste. The moment his eyes reopened, he was met with your curious and hopeful gaze.

"How was it? How was it?"

"Well, its fine." he mumbled.

"Here." Bakugou handed you a whole skewer of unagi. You looked at him with a look of surprise. Leaning forward, you took a piece from the skewer he had offered to you. The sudden movement allowed him to catch a whiff on the perfume you had on. You had got so close to him just to sample some of his food.

"You don't have to give me the entire thing.....I just want a piece." you told him before pulling away.

"Anyway, let's keep on going! There's some games I want to play together."

Fucking hell. Bakugou followed you without protesting.

How can you be so fucking cute?

Everyday, I think about how I want to see you I want to let you know about that So in this crowd where we might pass each other by, I'm searching for you In this very day, are you smiling together with someone else That part deep, deep inside my heart is becoming painful

"Oh, Todoroki-kun! Did you get left behind too?" you asked.

Along your journey around the festival, you spotted your classmates sitting on a bench.

"No, I'm with Midoriya and Iida, they're over there." the male responded, pointing towards the direction of where the public bathroom was located. 

Bakugou only stood close to you as you talked with Todoroki. He kept his gaze on the two of you, silently glaring at two toned haired boy. You had a smile on your face as you shared some food with him, excitedly talking about how you loved the atmosphere around here. Although it irritated the explosive blonde that you weren't paying attention to him anymore, he liked seeing that stupid smile on your face. Plus, the way you ate is just so fucking cute. Stuffing your cheeks with bits of meat until your cheeks were puffed up, it reminded him of a hamster. It was a surprise that you could eat so much. Even though you had told him that you skipped dinner just for this, it was still surprising. You continued chewing onto the nikumaki onigiri you had bought, letting out a hum of delight at the taste. On the other hand, Todoroki was eating the taikyaki you had purchased, warming it up with his quirk. It was silent between the three of you, mostly because you and Todoroki were eating and Bakugou decided to just keep silent.

As much as he complained about how he would be stuck with you this whole time, he didn't particularly like it when your attention was on someone other than him. He simply stood a little bit away from you two, leaning against a nearby tree with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Bakugou was always a smart person, he always took quite a while to come in terms with his own feelings. Even without having to ask someone, he understood what this feeling bubbling inside him was. It was jealousy. And the main reason to his jealous was not because you weren't paying attention to him. It was actually because he fell in love you. Bakugou understood his feelings as love because he's dreamed of the day he would hold hands and hold you in his arms with you without being ashamed of it.

"Heeeeeeeey! It's Bakugou, Todoroki and [Last Name]." a familiar voice caught Bakugou's attention, making him turn towards the source of the voice. Both you and Todoroki turned to see Kaminari and Kirishima making their way towards you.

"Uwah....That's a lot of food there, [Last Name]." Kirishima pointed at the plastic bags on your arms. 

"Oh, here you want some taiyaki?" you asked, handing him the paper bag filled with the said treats. The red haired male accept the treat from your hands and began sharing it to Kaminari who had tagged along with him.

Somehow, with more guys surrounding you, it made him more irritated than ever. He knew how popular you were in the class, being one of the type to befriend everyone and all. With Kirishima's hand slung over your shoulder and Kaminari standing a little bit too close to you, Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitch in annoyance. Even the electric-quirk user's flirting seemed to fluster you a little but all you could do was let out a soft laugh at his playful demeanor. Having known the blonde for a long time was what made you notice that he was only being playful and didn't really mean most of his flirting. But Bakugou didn't seem to see it that way.

"So, do you want to do something together now that we're here? We're going to ride that one next." Kaminari pointed out.

"Well, I originally didn't plan on riding anything.....Plus....." you glanced at Bakugou who appeared to be really bored with everything. The whole time you conversed with your classmates, you couldn't help but think about your ash blonde companion. You felt guilty for leaving him alone to himself.

"I have other things I want to do too." you smiled, walking away from the group.

With a small wave, you gave them your thanks before skipping over to Bakugou. The boys watched as you left them. They could faintly hear your conversation from a distance, hearing how you were apologizing for making him wait for so long. Bakugou merely responded with a grunt, pretending to not care about you leaving him alone earlier but there was a hint of relief in his voice when you approached him. Tugging his sleeve, you urged him to follow you to a game stall. His protests were clear but he made no movements to stop you from dragging him away. Kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"Bakugou's so whipped."

If it's possible, I want you to stay by my side, I don't want you to go anywhere else I want you to always think only of me As I thought, it would be uncool if I tell you these things So I'll make it simple, only because it's going to be quite long I love you

At this point, you had stored some of the food inside your bag and decided to play games instead. While you were wandering around and looking at all the stalls until you spotted something that caught your interest. You stopped in front of a stall which didn't seem to give off the feeling that it was a game stall. Bakugou noticed this and watched as your eyes slowly move over to the prize sitting on the top shelf. The person in charge of the stall put down the boxes he was carrying and strode over towards you.

"Welcome. Would you like to give this thing a try?" he asked you.

"This device here is a power absorber that my uncle made. I brought it here so everyone can see their potential. Plus I have a bunch of things I wanted to give away, I thought about making this into a little game. All the things on the shelves are prizes and you can only win them if you manage to get over 1000 points, you'll get to chose anything on the top shelf. So far, kids can only score over 100 but less than 200. People your age could only score 500. But still, it's worth a shot, right? So hit it with all ya got!" the man said with a smile.

"With all I got, huh? Then again, I don't even have that much power. My quirk doesn't require me to strengthen my muscles or anything like that.....But I really want that plushie......" you mumbled, eyeing the object placed on the top shelf with a longing look in your eyes. To be frank, your quirk wasn't really suited for hand to hand combat or anything like that. Your quirk, Vector, allows you to change the direction of atoms. It actually gives everyone the mindset that you were a physic but in reality, you were just moving items. Instead, you gave him a small thanks, ready to turn around until you bumped into someone's chest.

"Bakugou?"

"Move aside, squirt. I'm doing this." he had his left hand stretched out and his other hand forming a circle on the palm of his outstretched hand. You quickly stepped away. Having trained with him for a long time made you aware of most of his moves. With a loud yell, he fired an explosion through the circle. The loud noise had caused you and the stall owner to cover your ears. Thankfully, Bakugou had focused all of his explosion into one point, aiming straight towards the device hanging on the wall.

"Die!"

Die? Although his choice of words always seemed limited, you couldn't help but gaze at him and at the device in pure awe. You knew your classmate was one of top students in the year despite his horrible attitude but that didn't stop you for admiring whatever he did. Even the stall owner was loss for words at the display of strength, sweating nervously and making a mental note to not agitate the ash blonde. With hints of smoke still rising from the palms of his hand, Bakugou lowered his arms and watched as the numbers rose and stopped at a considerably large amount. He let out a huff, narrowing his eyes st his own score, looking as if he wasn't satisfied with what he got.

"Uohh! Its way over 1000!" you said with a wide smile on your face."

"Color me impressed. As expected from the one who won the Sports Festival two years ago. Here ya go." he passed the large stuffed corgi towards Bakugou who gingerly accepted it. While you were gushing about how much he improved in two years, he took the time to study your features. It was a wonder when you didn't even notice him staring at you so openly but he wad thankful that you were distracted. With a light shove he pressed the plushie against your face, causing you to stop mid sentence. You looked over to the side, wondering what he wanted.

"Take it, you idiot."

"Listen, I didn't do this to get that shit for you. I did because I wanted to know my strength, so don't get the wrong idea, squirt." Bakugou grumbled as you nudged himself gently, letting out a small laugh.

"You're right. I mean, you're not the type to go on dates and win a plushie for your girl like some cliche romcom anime. That'd be just too.....well, you know, weird." you smiled, tightening your hold on the plushie he had given you earlier.

"What?! You think I can't fucking take you on a date!?!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Well, I wasn't actually talking about me because I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. All you have to do is ask. But I'm actually referring to other girls, you see―"

"Just because you're a little cute, doesn't mean you can get away with this. Even if I like you, I won't hesitate to knock you out." Bakugou leaned closer, causing you to shrink back in surprise. Your cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment, surprised by his compliment. Thankful that you had avoided your gaze, Bakugou pulled away from you, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, obscuring the blush on his face.

"A-Are you implying something? Or are you just messing with me like you usually do?" your tone was questioning and your gaze was wavering, as if you were afraid of what was going to come.

"You don't have to answer that. Well, it was just a joke or a slip of the tongue. So you were probably joking around when you said all that. I mean, there's no way you would have those kind of feelings for someone like me―" you were cut off when Bakugou pulled you to him, closing the distance between the two of you and connecting your lips together. You felt your heart stop when he suddenly kissed you. Your whole body was engulfed in warmth, not from the heat of your cheeks but from the heat of another person holding you tenderly. There were no words to describe how you felt but all you know was that―you never wanted this to end.

But alas, Bakugou slowly detached from you, admiring the hazy look in your eyes and the red hue on the apples of your cheeks. His lips brushed against yours softly before he took a step back, keeping his hold on your arms.

"Are you really that fucking dense?" Bakugou questioned you.

"But you were―I mean, you were―Agh!" you cried out in a frustrated manner, lightly glaring at the taller male.

"How am I supposed to know when you were being so subtle about your feelings? I'm not a mind reader, you know. If you could've just say it to me directly, I would understand. Giving hints like that doesn't guarantee the other person detecting that hint and―"

"I love you."

You stared at him, words fading into mumbled nonsense as you looked down onto your feet, avoiding the male's gaze. He smirked triumphantly after successfully turning you into a blushing mess.

"If you still don't fucking get it, then I'll fucking say it until you get it."

"Then say it again." you dared him, your lips quivering while your eyes glimmered in hope.

"I love you."

I'll say it over and over again until you hear it I love you

 Total: 8540 words Published: 25.12.2019

Though I don’t spend Christmas, I want to say Merry Christmas to everyone who does. This is our gift to our readers and this might be one of our very last writing for this year. We’re going to do our best next year and improve even more! Happy holidays everyone! Hope you enjoyed our present! Editing the HTML was a pain in ass uwu ― author Hibiki/Lou

This took a while to do! I hope our hardwork paid off! The plot is a little bit out of place and stuff. But we hope that it was god enough. Merry Christmas everyone!― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

[serendipitous-magic]

Director's Cut: Real Season 3, your take on the theater scene

(For the “give commentary on a scene you’ve written” thing)

OKAY SO I’M ACTUALLY REALLY GLAD YOU MENTIONED THAT SCENE BECAUSE THERE’S SOME VERY CLEVER FORESHADOWING IN THERE THAT I’M NOT SURE IF ANYONE CAUGHT. (Ahem.) I don’t think I’ll actually point it out, so that it can still be A Surprise, but just allow me to say that I am stupidly pleased with ~something~ in that section.

That being said, I’m interpreting “the theater scene” as like all the way through the theater scene, like from the movie starting to after Will’s episode, so (rubs hands together) here we go. Buckle up, kids. I’ll put it under a “read more” line and hope that works (Tumblr has been so weird about “read more” lines, has anyone else had that problem?)

-_-_-_-

Will ranks movies based on how easily they can make him forget the outside world. A score of one means, what movie? and a score of ten means, what real world? 

This one is an eight.

Will gets swept up in the story, delighted by the clocks and the Delorean and all the old-fashioned ‘50s stuff and Doc Brown’s exaggerated facial expressions - and captivated by Marty McFly’s skateboard, turned-up collar, guitar, and handsomely rumpled hair. He’s even able to mostly forget how crisp the air conditioning is, in here. The air smells like buttered popcorn; his tongue is probably stained red with artificial strawberry; and for the first time in a long day of hiking and racing across town, he’s sitting down in a comfy chair. A good end to a good day. 

It’s long been a headcanon of mine that Will gets a bit of a crush on Marty McFly when BTTF comes out in summer of 1985. I mean…

C’mon. He skateboards. He plays guitar. He’s clever (“Whoa, whoa, Biff… What’s that?”), he’s funny, he’s handsome, he’s cool and he knows it, he’s confident… Tell me Will wouldn’t be blushing in his theater seat. Go on.

His mood is dampened just a tad when he glances over and happens to see Mike’s fingers linked with El’s, as per the usual. 

“Whoa. Whoa, Doc, stuck here?” Marty says from the screen. “I can’t be stuck here, I got a life in 1985! I got a girl!” 

“Is she pretty?” 

“Ah, she’s beautiful.” 

Will looks back to the screen, because he doesn’t want to see the meaningful, affectionate glance that Mike sends his girlfriend. 

I just had fun kind of using the movie to bounce back and forth with what’s going on in Will’s head - like how Marty, in the movie, says, “Ah, she’s beautiful,” and Mike gives El this meaningful look and Will has to look away. That was just so much fun to write. I actually had this scene of BTTF pulled up in a different tab while I was writing this scene, to refer to, so I could get the dialogue right.

“She’s crazy about me. Look at this. Look what she wrote here, Doc, I mean, that says it all. Doc… You’re my only hope.”

Crazy about me.

Yeah, crazy -

“Crazy,” as related to being in love, has been somewhat of a motif through Stranger Things. We’ve got, of course, “Crazy together,” but also “Only love makes you that crazy, and that damn stupid,” and, “It makes you crazy,” etc. And I do believe I’ll be using that motif a bit, myself, in the rewrite. (Hueh hueh hueh.)

“Marty, I’m sorry. But the only power source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.” 

At first Will thinks that the sudden darkness is part of the movie. And then, when the audience groans and he sees that even the exit signs above the doors have gone dark, he realizes what happened. 

“Aw, c’mon,” Lucas gripes from somewhere in the darkness.

There’s a general muttering and shuffling as the packed theater protests the blackout.

Spreading.

Where his hand rests on his thigh, Will’s fingers twitch.

It’s spreading.

The blackout.

This was kind of a half-callback to S2 where Will is trying to explain to Joyce and Hopper what he’s feeling/seeing with his Now Memories, and he says something like, “It’s growing, and spreading, and… killing.” 

Sweeping across Hawkins in a powerful, silent surge. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he does. He can feel it. Hot bulbs going dark; buzzing wires falling inert, lifeless.

Everything inside of Will drops. A horrible, sick, sinking, numb-cold swoop that starts to spiral somewhere in his gut, tingling up his spine and at the base of his skull, prickling at the back of his neck until one hand twitches up to press at the skin there.

It’s moving.

The knowledge comes to him unbidden, imparted to him with a sinuous, papery, reverberating flutter - like the sound of thousands of insect wings all beating at once, and Will wants to scream, he wants to bolt out of his chair, but he’s frozen.

His fingers are shaking. Something at the pit of his throat is shaking. His whole body feels like it’s sinking through the floor, leaving itself behind, his limbs going cold and weak as if he’s about to faint. His head swims.

I wanted to be as physical as possible with the descriptions of how the Mind Flayer feels. That little bit of dialogue we got from Will in that-one-season-that-never-happened actually gave some nice details: how it feels like dropping on a roller coaster, but cold. 

Sluggishly, as if in a dream, he drags his hand off of his neck and gropes for the seat next to him. His mouth is already forming the M, voice ready to croak out one single syllable, when his fingers rake through thin, cold air.

His first instinct is to turn to Mike. ‘Nuff said.

There’s no one in the seat beside him. There’s no one in the whole theater. The air-conditioned, popcorn-scented air has gone frigid and sour, and Will is on his feet. Turning in circles. Scanning the dilapidated space wildly, shoes fumbling and slipping over slick, fleshy vines. 

No.

No, no, no, no, no no no -

His eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark, but the blueish gray palette of shadows is so horribly, cruelly familiar. And the fluttering - that dry, hissing, grinding flutter seems to spike through his whole body, shooting through him from neck to fingertips to toes, making him grimace, driving his feet forwards in a panicked, instinctual stumble towards the door. 

It’s not real.

He tells himself that as he shoulders open the swinging door, coughs into his hands at the sting of toxins in his lungs. The coughing is as sharp as gunshots in the dead silence, echoing harshly through the darkness as he propels himself through the theater lobby. Spores drift listlessly in the stale air, bringing back a thousand memories, a thousand deeply ingrained instincts to run and hide and -

It’s not real. I’m not here. Not really.

He’s twelve years old again. Cold and alone and scared, the soles of his sneakers skidding on sludge. Jerking away with a half-swallowed sob as a fringe of dangling vines comb over his cheek.

Okay so Will is stuck between two conflicting reactions right now: a) instinctual, trauma-driven mortal terror, and b) complete denial. At this point in the story, he’s gonna be doing everything he can to convince himself that this isn’t real, it’s not really happening, it’s just a flashback, he’s just seeing things. But at the same time, being abruptly thrown back into the UD for the first time in sixth months is triggering a whole nasty slew of panic responses.

The lobby opens up into the mall, and Will comes to a halt. Starcourt is hollow. Storefronts devoid of products, of people. A few lights waver to life here and there as he passes, faint and blue-tinted, their meager glow smothered under softly rustling tendrils. He’s acclimating to the silence, the quiet pressing in against his eardrums like a high air pressure, and now his ears are picking up on the barely-detectable whispers and chitters of the Upside Down. The sound of vines growing, moving, shifting. The sound of creatures skittering into the shadows, somewhere unseen.

Like Dart, something in the back of his mind whispers. 

The back of his throat opens, a call for Mike rising instinctually, but he bites down on it before it reaches his lips. He shakes his head, hard. Like he’s trying to wake himself up after nearly nodding off in class. He’s not a little kid anymore. It’s not real. It can’t be real. The Gate is closed. Nothing has happened since November. It’s just in his head. He can snap himself out of it.

And here’s that tilt towards the denial end of the spectrum.

His eyes squeeze shut. He clenches his fists at his sides, splays out his fingers until the tendons ache, breathes five long breaths. His throat scratches with the cold, acrid air, but he forces himself to breathe smoothly. The chittering grows louder, darting past him, coming close enough that he can feel something brush past his shoelace. But it’s not real. He won’t cringe away. He won’t let these memories control him. He won’t. 

When he opens his eyes, he’s still there.

His skin crawls. His eyes trace up, over the shadowy silhouettes of the food court, over the vine-choked space above, past the neon STARCOURT sign that gutters and flares in sporadic bursts. And beyond the great glass skylight, there’s a shape. Dark - dark as the void of space, like a hole cut out of the universe. Looking at him. Watching him. The numb-cold swoop drains through him again, stronger this time as the Mind Flayer’s featureless head lowers towards the skylight.

A broken whimper twists in Will’s chest. Fear takes over. His mind goes blank, body reacting on animal instinct as his feet shove him back, away -

Aaaand we’ve tilted back in the direction of panic and terror. Whoo.

No -

No, please -

Hey do y’all remember how when they started burning the tunnels in S2, if you listened closely, Will said something garbled that sounded like “No, please -!”?

Pepperidge Farm remembers.

Lights flare at random, strobing, flickering across the length of the mall, static popping in Will’s clothes, and oh god he sees him, he knows Will is here, he’s looking at him -

Will can feel him beckoning. Calling to him. He’s getting closer, pressing down towards the glass, and Will can hear the whooshing, rumbling roar, muffled through the roof, and he’s still backing up, back into the theater lobby, lungs pistoning behind his ribs - Go away! Go away! Go - dread and powerlessness and panic cutting through him in sharp, icy waves, and not again, please not again, it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real, please please -

An abrupt grip on his upper arm makes him sputter, his scream getting tangled up in his mouth before it can come out, and Mike’s dark eyes go even wider with worry.

Mike.

Here I was going for the effect that they do in the show when Will suddenly snaps out of his episode and is back in the real world - yanno, where it’s all blue and gray and cold looking, in the Upside Down, and then all at once bam in the next shot the color scheme shifts and there’s Mike and he’s back in the real world?

Mike’s oh-so-familiar features, lit by the warm gold-and-pink glow of the lobby displays. The smell of buttered popcorn. A curious glance or two from the people milling around, who doubtless just witnessed Will’s erratic flight. 

Relief swells so abruptly in Will’s chest that it bubbles up over his lips as a watery laugh. 

Not real.

His head whips up, scanning the skylights that are just visible beyond the overhang of the second level. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. He’s not there. Will’s heart is wobbling hard between his lungs, adrenaline pounding at his temples and fingertips, and his -

His shoes. They’re wet. The soles slimy with the residue of… of…

Soda. He must have stepped in some soda. Yes - yes, there. There’s a banana-yellow caution, wet floor! sign propped up a few yards away. He just stepped in something as he crossed the lobby, that’s all. He breathes hard, consciously slowing the push-pull of his diaphragm, clearing out the phantom chill from his lungs.

He registers all at once that Mike has been saying his name. Will focuses in on the face of his best friend - the tapered cheeks, nearly devoid of the baby fat that used to round them out. The smattering of freckles over his sunburnt nose. The dark half-curling waves falling over his forehead, one strand just barely brushing the eyelashes of his left eye. He’s staring down into Will’s face with an expression of alarm, and when their eyes meet, he repeats, “Are you okay?”

Hmm. Watcha lookin’ at, Will?

Deja vu is making Mike’s head spin. It’s a sick, sinking feeling, like realizing all at once that you’ve forgotten something important. Like thinking that there’s one more stair than there is, and stepping into empty space with a disorienting jolt. Because Mike has seen Will like this before.

Will is gasping for breath, his body trembling under Mike’s palm, his eyes wild. The skin of his arm is chilled from the air conditioning, peppered with goosebumps.

Itty bitty detail, but: Mike assumes that Will’s skin is cold from air conditioning, and not… you know… the Upside Down perhaps?

“Will? Are you okay?”

But Will doesn’t seem to hear him. His chin is tilted up, eyes flickering over the ceiling like he expects to find something there.

“Will?”

His breath begins to even out. His head turns, scanning the lobby of the movie theater. 

“Will?”

Finally, Mike’s voice seems to filter through whatever haze is surrounding him, and hazel eyes meet Mike’s.

“Are you okay?”

Something strange happens then. As he looks over Mike’s face, Will’s eyes lower for a moment, like he’s glancing at Mike’s mouth. And for a fraction of a second, it sets off an automatic response in the back of Mike’s brain. He shuts down the impulse as soon as it rears its head, but it was there: for a split second, Mike was about to tilt forward and… Well, no, not really. Of course he didn’t really think about kissing Will. It’s just that he’s been with El all day, so he’s still in boyfriend mode. It was automatic. 

Still, the impulse startles him enough that he drops his hand from Will’s arm as Will opens his mouth to answer.

And here we have some Repressed Internalized Homophobia! Because of course Mike only thought about kissing Will because he’s been with El all day, and of course he only dropped his hand because it surprised him, and not because he’s subconsciously shying away from anything too “gay.”

“Yeah,” Will mumbles. “I’m… yeah. Fine.”

Mike can’t help it. He pushes. “Are you sure?”

He’s expecting Will to be mad at him. To roll his eyes or snap a retort or turn away, because he hates when people fuss over him, and Mike knows he hates it. But instead, Will just looks back out at the mall for a moment. He’s rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. This must have been a bad one.

“‘f course,” Will mutters eventually. He scuffs one foot along the carpet, like he’s trying to wipe something off his shoe.

It was the blackout that must have done it. Will’s panic attacks sometimes come on with no obvious rhyme or reason, but when there is a trigger - say, for example, abrupt, total darkness - they can be twice as bad. He seems better now, though. Calmer. More grounded. Mike decides against throwing an arm around Will’s shoulders, in case he gets shoved off with an annoyed bark of, I’m fine, but he risks an elbow bump.

Again: this is the first “episode,” so I needed to establish a few background details about what’s been going on in Hawkins and in the Party, in the six months since we saw them in S2. And basically what we’re learning here is that Will has been less and less cool with people fussing over him and being worried about him. We saw that starting to happen in S2, and it must have gotten so much worse after that. Remember his speech to Jonathan? How everyone treats him like he’s gonna break, like he can’t handle things on his own? And then the Mind Flayer happened. Every time Will coughed or disappeared to the bathroom for three minutes, people would have been going nuts. And it probably drives Will up the wall. To the point where he’d start to snap at them. To the point where Mike goes to do The Arm Thing, but decides against it at the last second and aborts the movement and only kind of awkwardly bumps Will’s elbow with his, because he wants to comfort Will but doesn’t wanna get snapped at, and he knows Will hates that stuff. So there’s a little bit of a wedge between them, right now (well, another wedge, since there’s already the stuff going on with Mike ignoring the Party a bit for El).

“C’mon,” he coaxes, “They’re about to get the movie running again.”

Will turns at Mike’s nudge without complaint, and they fall into step side-by-side as they make their way back to their seats. The Party greets them with anxious stares and whispers of, “Is he okay?” and “What happened?” Will waves off their concern, putting on a mask of nonchalance, and tosses off a line about fresh air.

One of my favorite HCs (and honestly it’s basically just canon) is how Mike and Will just automatically fall into step with each other as they walk, since they’ve been attached at the hip since they were five years old. They’re so used to navigating the world at each other’s side, quite literally, that it’s a deeply ingrained habit to just sync up their steps, despite the difference of leg lengths haha. 

Also: the Party being concerned makes Will’s walls come up, and he “puts on a mask of nonchalance and tosses off a line about fresh air,” so we can see that he’s plenty used to pretending that everything is fine in order to wave off people’s concerns. 

Before they can question him further, the film reel sputters, and the movie kicks into gear again.

“A bolt of lightning!” Doc Brown exclaims. The audience cheers as the film resumes. Will sticks a twizzler in his mouth and Mike makes himself look at the screen. “Unfortunately, you never know when or where it’s ever gonna strike!” 

Marty slaps the Save the Clock Tower! flyer and thrusts it at the mad scientist, suave and handsome in his denim jacket with its popped-up collar.

“We do now.” 

Mike thinks Marty is handsome too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, can I just point out that Mike was watching Will eat a twizzler and made himself look away. Liiiitle tiny hints of Mike subconsciously repressing his attraction to Will there. ‘Cause… uh, Mike? Why are you staring at Will’s mouth?

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Aaaaaand there we have it! You probably didn’t mean that whole thing, but… Sorry not sorry lol. I’ve been accused of not knowing how to make a short post, and those accusations are 100% accurate.