#There was also suppose to be a video game slide But… I got impatient </3

[funkinmadnesss]

Oops! All Mysterio!

I had a lot of fun doing these :] and I might eventually do more later but for now! The sillies <3

Info under the cut!

All Mysterios, left to right, top to bottom!

First slide, Cartoons: 1967, 1981, Spider-man and his amazing friends, 1994, TSSM, 2017

Second slide, Comics: Webspinners, Moosterio, Media Blizzard, Undead, Symbiote, Cosmic comic

Third slide, Fan designs: Mine :] , @hollowsart , @lazymonth , @cronchyy2 , @thenyougetbackup , @lazydaydrawings

[ghosttotheparty]

say my name and say it twice (cotton candy skies)

23. also on AO3 chapter twenty two

warning: this chapter contains sexual content please skip it if youre uncomfortable  stay safe <3

Jens forced himself to stay awake until Lucas answered his text. 

Even though his lights were off, and his blanket was pulled up around him, he looked at his phone, scrolling pointlessly and aimlessly, looking at videos and watching memes until Lucas responded. Jens’s heart jumped when he did, excited after hours of not hearing from him, ready to listen to his quiet voice. 

Jens was just about falling asleep when they called a few minutes later, after Lucas had put away his brushes and palette, and changed and brushed his teeth, and he could barely even talk, mumbling a whispered “Hi.”

They fell asleep (or at least he did) not long after his little “Me too.” 

He is excited. He doesn’t think Lucas really understand how excited he is. 

They’ve fallen asleep together before, that night on the dumpster, Jens’s head in Lucas’s lap, Lucas gently brushing his fingertips over Jens’s cheeks and brows and lips and eyes, combing through his hair as their fingers entwined. But he looks forward to holding Lucas, wrapping his arms around him underneath his blankets, being able to hide from the rest of the world in his four walls. He’s thought about how it might go. He’d kiss Lucas, of course, kiss his forehead while he’s falling asleep, push his curls out of his face so he can look at him in the dark, with the street and moonlight streaming through gaps in his curtain. He’d hear Lucas’s little puffs of breath, maybe feel them against his neck or chest.

Lucas tells him in the morning (through a text that Jens doesn’t see until he wakes up several hours after it’s sent) that he’ll have to go to his place in the evening, that Milan woke him up early to take him to Leuven. 

So Jens waits. 

Lotte and Mama leave early, around nine. (Jens is still been asleep; they leave a note.) (Lotte signs it with a little heart.) Jens did some homework. He finishes all the maths, but he leaves some history because he can’t focus on it. He’ll ask Robbe for the answers later. 

He gets a few texts from Lucas throughout the day. 

milan talks too much zoe and senne are so cute fuck milan bought the same shirt in three different colours??? why???

And a selfie taken with Milan, who is smiling broadly and excitedly while Lucas’s face remains flat, looking tired and bored. Jens saves it. 

He gets a text in the evening, while he’s playing a video game halfheartedly, that makes his heart jump.

im on my way 

He’s almost impatient, replying a quick :D and then going back to the game, his knee bouncing quickly up and down. He loses the game after a few minutes. 

When there’s a knock at the door, he practically jumps out of his seat, opening the door before Lucas has the opportunity to knock again.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” 

He reaches out and pulls Lucas into a kiss, tugging him inside before shutting the door behind him. It’s dim outside, the sky a glowing sort of red, and Jens hasn’t turned on any of the lights in the living room. Lucas grabs Jens’s waist as he kisses him back, smiling softly, and Jens sighs. 

“How are you?” Jens asks when they pull away. They’ve stepped back into the apartment, standing in the living room, making no move to leave or let go of each other. 

“Tired.” His voice is soft, and Jens brushed his fingertips over his freckled cheeks. Lucas’s eyes drift shut slightly.

“We were up pretty late last night.” 

“Mm.”

“Did you sleep on the train?” 

“Like a baby.”

Jens chuckles lightly, leaning down and kissing him gently. When he pulls away, Lucas’s eyes are half-closed, his mouth parted. 

“I fell asleep on Senne’s shoulder,” he says after a quiet second. “When we got off the train he said he let me because I was cute.”

“You are cute.”

“When I sleep, though?”

“Mm-hmm. We’ve fallen asleep on FaceTime enough times for me to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.” He kisses him again. “You’re like Sleeping Beauty but… more beauty.”

Lucas scoffs, tilting his head up and kissing him again, gently biting his lip at Jens winds his fingers through his hair. Jens pulls away before licking his lips and pulling him back in, feeling as Lucas’s mouth opens under his, as Lucas’s grip on his waist tightens, his fingers curling unto the fabric of his t-shirt. 

“I missed you,” Lucas whispers when they pull back for a breath, and Jens kisses him before responding.

“It was only like a day.” 

Lucas sighs heavily. 

“I know.”

Jens laughs, pressing his lips to Lucas’s forehead. He can sense Lucas’s eyes closing, and they stay there. 

---

“Did you bring art to show me?” Jens asks several minutes later, when Lucas pulls his head away and presses a soft kiss to Jens’s cheek. 

“Mm… Kind of. I didn’t bring a book but I have pictures.” 

“Show me,” Jens says as he takes Lucas’s hand, pulling him down the hall to his room, and Lucas pulls his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie. When they enter Jens’s room, Lucas beams at the wall above his desk (Jens’s face burns a little bit) and he takes off his backpack, tossing it to the ground next to the bed. Jens jumps up onto the bed, crossing his legs as he faces Lucas, and Lucas sits across from him, swiping and tapping the screen of his phone as Jens watches fondly, his eyes soft. Lucas’s curls fall into his face as he focuses on the screen, and Jens reaches out and pushes them, holding them up so he can see Lucas’s face.

“Here.” Lucas holds his phone out and Jens takes it, spinning it around to look at the picture. “I did that one last week.” 

It’s a drawing of Zoë, lightly done in pencil. She’s looking over her shoulder, her hair parted in the middle, with a little hoop earring in. Jens zooms in, smiling softly.

“Woah.” 

“It’s like Girl With the Pearl Earring,” Lucas says. “That’s what Zoë makes me think of.” 

“Have you shown her?” 

“Not yet.” 

“You should.” Jens looks closer, bringing the phone up and zooming in more. They’re her eyes. Everything, from the way her hair falls to the tops of her shoulders, tucked behind her ear, to the gentle lashes around her eyes. Even the light in her eyes, the light that feels like the little secrets Jens doesn’t know about, is just like her, just like when Jens catches her eye at parties or at school. It’s like Lucas took a picture of her with his eyes, like he captured her spirit and soul in the picture, and put it on paper. “She’d love it.” 

He glances up and Lucas is looking at the ground, his cheeks pink. He’s wincing, a painful smile, and Jens shakes his head at him even though he doesn’t see. He’s always so shy about his art, even pieces that he’s proud of. Even if he spent hours on it, even if he stays up almost overnight to work on it, even if he rambles to Jens about how proud he is of it, as soon as Jens (or anyone else) says one word in praise, Lucas’s face burns up and he looks away, smiling bashfully. 

“Do you have any more?” Jens asks, passing Lucas’s phone back, not wanting to scroll without permission. 

“Uh, yeah, I have…” Lucas scrolls again before handing Jens the phone. “This is what I was doing last night. It’s drying on my desk.” 

Jens takes the phone, looking down as Lucas adds “It’ll probably be drying for the next two weeks.”

It’s colourful, the colour changing from cool to warm tones in blocky, geometric strokes of thick paint. He sees more colour when he looks closer, subtle hints of orange around the green, tiny dashes of blue in the red. There are circles and half-circles around the edges of the canvas, in yellow and white with wisps of pink, and what looks like subtle carvings of faces and hands in the paint.

“Holy shit.”

He looks up at Lucas, who is smiling almost expectantly. 

“This is oils?” Jens asks, looking back at the painting. 

“Mm-hmm.” 

“Woah.” 

He slides the photo over, looking closer, seeing shadows on the painting under the divots made in the paint by Lucas’s palette knife. 

“It’s beautiful.”

“Do you get it?” 

Jens looks up at him, confused. Lucas is wincing slightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it.

“What do you mean?” 

“I…” Lucas looks away, his eyes narrowing as he thinks. “Art is supposed to mean something, you know?” 

Jens nods.

“It’s supposed to say something.” Their eyes lock and Jens’s lips begin to curl into a smile. “Are you listening?”

Jen’s smile grows and he looks back at the painting, feeling Lucas watching him. He zooms back out of the painting, looking at the whole things, seeing the masses of paint smoothed onto the canvas, somehow both delicate and bold, seeing the tiny, thing grooves left in the paint from Lucas’s paintbrushes, noticing another eye he hadn’t seen before, seeing a brighter shade of blue he hadn’t noticed right in the centre of a few circles around the edges.

He looks at the painting.

Noticing.

And noticing.

And noticing.

Until—

“Oh.”

He hears Lucas let out a light laugh. 

“Do you hear it?” 

Jens looks up, a slow smile creeping across his face, and he gazes at Lucas. Lucas is smiling, his eyes sparkling, and Jens can’t stop himself. 

He leans over, across their legs, and kisses him. 

Lucas’s hands fly up, catching Jens’s face, sliding to hold the back of his head as Jens’s tongue slips across his lips, and Lucas lets out a quiet gasp. Jens reaches up, touching the side of Lucas’s face, angling his head and biting his lip before letting go. He moves, stepping off the bed slowly, not moving back too far from Lucas, whose hands are still holding Jens’s head, whose eyes are drifted shut so he looks sleepy, whose lips are parted. Jens turns away, his hand placed on Lucas’s leg, and clicks Lucas’s phone off before tossing it to the ground, aiming it at a blanket that had fallen off his bed. It lands with a small thump and Jens looks back to Lucas. 

Lucas hasn’t looked away from him, his eyes cloudy, and as soon as Jens is facing him, Lucas pulls him in. Jens stumbles, catching himself on the bed and Lucas’s leg as Lucas kisses him harder. As Jens feels Lucas’s tongue slide into his mouth, he gently pushes him, and Lucas moves back, pulling Jens with him, and Jens falls on top of him, landing between his legs and Lucas falls onto his back. 

Lucas wraps his arms around Jens’s neck and Jens holds himself up on his forearms, placed around Lucas’s head, framing him. He can hear Lucas making little sounds, soft breathy pants and faint hums, and he bites his lip gently, hoping to elicit more. 

It works. 

Lucas gasps, their lips separating, and his hands slide down Jens’s neck to his shoulders, holding his tightly for a second before, moving to his back, and Jens feels Lucas gather the fabric in his hands and tug gently. Jens meets his eyes, his own flickering back and forth between Lucas’s, and he pushes himself up, pulling Lucas with him. Jens kisses him again, pressing both his hands to Lucas’s face before moving his hands to Lucas’s sides, pulling the hem of his hoodie up, and Lucas pulls away for him to pull it over his head. 

It gets caught and Jens can hear Lucas’s laughter muffled under the fabric, and he grins, gently moving it so it goes over his head smoothly. When it’s off, Lucas leans in, kissing Jens messily as Jens tosses it away, and Jens can feel his smile against his mouth. 

Lucas pulls the hem of Jens’s shirt and Jens moves back, letting him pull it over his head. 

Lucas’s eyes drop when it’s off, skimming across Jens’s skin, and part of Jens wants to cross his arms over his chest and hide. Another part of Jens wants to lean over and kiss Lucas so he’ll stop looking, but before he can, Lucas is leaning forward, tilting his head, and pressing his lips to Jens’s skin, softly kissing over his shoulder and then his collarbone. Jens’s eyes close and he sighs. He can hear his own heart beating, can hear the heavy pounding in his chest, that Lucas covers with kisses, brushing his lips over the skin before moving up to the side of Jens’s neck. Jens shudders at the feeling of Lucas’s tongue and teeth skim his neck, at the feeling of him mouth around his earring. 

He pushes Lucas onto his back again, placing his arms around his head, shoving his face into Lucas’s, kissing him harshly, biting at his lip, hearing a quiet whimper escape Lucas’s throat. He feels Lucas’s legs wrap around him, lets out a quiet groan as Lucas pushes his hips against Jens’s. Lucas slides his hands to hold Jens’s face, pulling away just far enough that their lips still brush together, breathless. 

“Lu.”

A quiet whine.

“What do you want?”

Lucas’s eyes open, and it takes a second before they focus on Jens, the blue misted over as he pants quietly. 

“You.” 

Their eyes lock again, both intense and soft, before Jens kisses him, licking into his mouth almost lazily. 

“You’ll stop me if it hurts?” Jens asks, his fingers brushing over Lucas’s cheek.

Lucas nods. 

“Or if you’re uncomfortable or change your mind?” 

Lucas kisses him, sucking his lower lip. 

“Promise?” Jens asks when he lets go. 

“Promise,” Lucas responds breathlessly. 

Jens nods, moving down and pressing his lips to Lucas’s chest, trailing kisses across the skin of his chest and belly as Lucas’s hands float aimlessly in the air before landing on the bed and gathering the material of the sheets into loose fists. 

He glances up at Lucas before unbuttoning and unzipping jeans, and Lucas lifts his hips so Jens can slide them down, tugging his boxers down with them before tossing them away. (They land with his hoodie.) Jens presses his hands to his hips, sliding them over his thighs. 

Lucas is beautiful. 

Jens murmurs it to him absentmindedly, and Lucas flushes, smiling the same way he does when Jens praises his art. 

Jens presses a kiss to the top of his foot, to his ankle, his knee, above his knee, a slow kiss to his inner thigh (he hears Lucas’s breath stutter and he runs his hands down the sides of his legs).

He listens to Lucas’s gasps, the way he chokes on his breath as Jens takes him into his mouth. (He tries to pretend that he knows what he’s doing.)

“Jens—” 

Jens lifts himself up, leaning up, and Lucas reaches out, pulling him in by the neck, kissing him messily, sliding his tongue into his mouth, biting his lip, gasps and pants caught in the air between them. 

---

“Jens,” Lucas gasps. 

“Mm.” 

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Baby, please.” 

His voice is high and strained, breaking slightly as he moans quietly when Jens takes his fingers from him. 

It’s a little bit before Jens is ready too, his hands too shaky to put the condom on right the first time, and then he holds himself above Lucas, gently pushing his curls out of his face. 

“Okay?” 

“Mm-hmm.” A whimper. 

Jens lets out a quiet moan as he pushes into him, feeling as Lucas’s hands slide up and grab his shoulders, and he stays for a second, his head dropped to Lucas’s neck. He can feel Lucas’s chest rise and fall against his, can feel all his blood rushing through his limbs,  can feel every cell in his body fucking glowing. He gently rocks his hips and Lucas clutches at his back, his nails scratching his faintly. 

There’s a moment where Jens pulls, tucks his hand under the small of Lucas’s back and draws him in closer, and Lucas lets out a gasp, his hands jumping from Jens’s shoulders to his head, grabbing his hair and grasping, holding on like he’ll fall apart if he lets go. 

It’s not long after that that Jens breaks. 

And Lucas puts him right back together again. 

--- 

Lucas is still breathing heavily when Jens lifts himself up. Their skin sticks together slightly, and Lucas’s hands fall from his hair, flopping on to the bed. His eyes flutter when he feels Jens get up, but he doesn’t move. 

Jens comes back with a damp towel, and he sits next to Lucas, gently wiping down his stomach and chest before pressing soft kisses to his forehead. Lucas opens his eyes and smiles, reaching up and pulling Jens down by his neck, kissing him, and Jens drops the towel before climbing over Lucas, pulling up a light blanket over them. 

Lucas comes in close, curling his hands against Jens’s chest, and Jens wraps his arms around him, sighing softly. He can smell Lucas’s hair, a smell that’s sweet, and citrusy, and distinctly him. (He smells like a G chord, Jens thinks fondly, and he smiles.) 

He didn’t close the curtains. It’s dark out, just dark enough that the streetlights are glowing, the light of them peering around the buildings neighbouring Jens’s apartment building. 

Jens lets his eyes drift shut. 

He can feel Lucas’s breathe on his chest,

There’s something he could say. 

Just a few small words, that Lucas might not even hear. He could say them to the air around them, to the stars and streetlights. 

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t have to.

[trashyswitch]

Exactly Who is Janus?!

In the last video, Patton had finally learned Deceit's real name! Now, Patton is bombarding Janus with questions on he is. But, when Patton oversteps a little bit, Janus decides to let him know...with subtle hints...

This was inspired by a multitude of @fluffymary's fanart. I know you didn't ask for this, but I'm giving it to you. Why? Just because. Your artwork is SO GOOD! I love it! So, here's an appreciation fic for you. :)

Janus was sitting, playing a video game in a large leather chair in the living room. He was playing Mario Kart Deluxe 8 on his Nintendo Switch, playing as Wario on a motorcycle. Even though he was fully focused into the video game, Janus was also able to notice Patton's presence behind him. After finally finishing the last lap and getting second in the ranking, Janus looked over his shoulder to look at the childish boy watching over his shoulder.

"..........Yeeeeessss?" Janus asked, giving Patton the 'keep talking' hand signal.

"So...Janus! Janus, Janus, Janus. Jan-nus! J-nus. Janus the snake boy!" Patton said, playing around with his name.

"What do you want?" Janus asked, growing slightly impatient with him.

"Sorry! I'm getting used to calling you Janus rather than Deceit. Janus...totally not like the dork from Mean Girls..." Patton muttered.

Janus sighed and put his switch down, allowing his game to just stay at the after-race options screen forever. "Do you need something? Or can I just be on my way?" Janus asked. The truth was, Janus wasn't sure whether he should be taking Patton seriously or not right now. So, asking this would help Patton get the point across quicker.

"Well, I do...but it's also gonna take some time. So, if you have other things to do, or races to win, I can leave you alone." Patton told him in response.

Janus didn't really expect such an...open-hearted answer...which is ironic, because Patton is literally described as 'Thomas's heart'. Was Patton guilt tripping him? Or was he being considerate? Was Patton able to sense some existing irritation? Janus didn't know what to do now. But he soon decided to push down whatever irritation he had going through his brain. Janus turned off his switch and got up from his comfy chair. "Well...would you like a drink of some sort? I assume since we're gonna be talking for a while, the least I can do is to offer up something to drink." Janus offered, putting on a small, genuine smile to convince Patton.

Patton gave Janus a toothy smile and a small giggle. "I didn't know you could act like such a gentleman!" Patton reacted.

Janus rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Well, I can be quite...unpredictable..." Janus replied smugly.

"And mysterious." Patton added. Janus was taken back by that last part. He looked at Patton in subtle surprise. "I know all kinds of things about all the sides...except for you. I know almost nothing about you." Patton explained.

Janus shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose that's what happens when you silently judge the dark sides for years on end." Janus said bluntly. Patton winced at that. The sad part was, it was true! But...that was years ago. Patton has changed in a couple years...for the better.

"I'm sorry Janus...I was very prejudiced in the past. But...When Virgil came into my life, I...I began to have hope for the dark sides." Patton admitted.

Janus looked at Patton. He smiled. "Okay. I will admit: you did seem pretty calm about me pretending to be you that one day." Janus mentioned.

Patton crossed his arms and smiled. "And then you went on to do an impression of Logan." Patton added.

"Never doing that again." Janus said back to him.

Patton guffawed. "You already DID do it again! You dressed up as Logan TWICE!" Patton reminded him.

Janus's eyes widened, as he realized his mistake. He lowered his head to hide his embarrassment. "Right..."Janus muttered.

"SO:" Patton declared, sliding himself in front of Janus and grabbing the leather armrests. "Your name is Janus, and you represent Thomas's imperfection. How old are you?" Patton asked, leaning in closer and closer to the snake man.

Janus turned his head to the side, to look away from Patton and allow himself to properly focus. "I-...Yes. And, I'm technically 2 years old." Janus told him.

"Cool! And how long have you been existing inside the mind palace for?" Patton asked.

Janus thought for a moment. "...I believe my birth came about when Thomas was 3 years old, reaching 4 years of age." Janus replied.

Patton thought for a moment. "Yeeeaaah...I guess that would make sense." he replied. "Okay. Next question: Do you like cookies?" Patton asked.

"No." Janus replied with a smirk.

"Would you like one?" Patton asked, conjuring up a plate of cookies right in front of them.

Janus's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, before lessening back to normal and looking at the yummy chocolate chip cookies in front of him. Janus took a couple cookies and began to munch on them. "Thank you." Janus said, accidentally causing a few crumbs to fall down his lips.

"No problem." Patton replied. "So, are you part snake just on your face? Or, is your whole body part snake?" Patton asked. Janus removed his gloves and showed him his hands. "The latter! Okay." Patton reacted. "Can I feel?" Patton asked.

Janus blinked in surprise. "Feel?" Janus clarified.

"Yeah. I wanna feel your scales." Patton explained. Janus lifted an eyebrow, but reached his hand out for Patton to feel. Patton began feeling the different scaly pieces on his hand, that contrasted with the rest of his skin. The outside of his hand was completely covered in scales, while the inside of his hand was a transition from underbelly snake scales to regular human skin. It was very strange to look at from a human point of view. But, it was more intriguing to Patton rather than strange.

Janus watched as Patton carefully dragged his finger across the scales on the outside of his hand. Curiously, Patton also lifted up the sleeve, and noticed that the scales ran up his arm as well! Patton only felt the lower forearm and the wrist however, before pulling the sleeve back down and letting go. "That...is really cool." Patton told him.

Janus looked up at Patton and smiled. "Thank you." he replied.

"Are the 3 arms on your left side covered in scales as well?" Patton asked.

Janus lifted an eyebrow, but allowed his other 4 arms to slide out in front of Patton. Now, all 6 of his hands were showing themselves to the father figure before him. Janus specifically removed the other 2 gloves from the hands on his left side, and showed Patton the scaly backs and the skin-covered palms. Patton looked at the hands' scales, and noticed how similar they were to each other. They all had yellowish scales, with snake underbelly scales leading up to regular skin on the palms.

"This is so cool!" Patton exclaimed, dragging a finger across the top hand's scales.

Janus found it a little funny that Patton was so interested in such a thing. But one thing that Patton DIDN'T know about, was just how sensitive his scales were. "A snake's scales are known to be very sensitive. Specifically, the special scales surrounding my fingers and my palms." Janus told him, dragging his own finger across the sides of his hand.

Patton smiled and looked at the underbelly scales. "They're almost the same color as your skin!" Patton declared, dragging a finger around the sides of Janus's fingers.

Out of nowhere, a yelp and a titter filled the room. Patton made a questioning hum as he lifted his head up, and couldn't help but notice the wobbly smile spreading on Janus's face. Patton narrowed his eyes and smirked suspiciously.

"Janus?" Patton asked.

"Mm-hm?" Janus replied.

"You used the word sensitive to describe your special scales...right?" Patton asked, keeping his fingernail super close to the side of Janus's thumb.

Janus bit his lip. "Mm hmm...I did." Janus replied.

Patton started dragging his finger up and down the ball-shaped spot under Janus's thumb. "So...did you mean sensitive as in..." Patton paused, before picking up his finger movements to make them flutter. "...Ticklish?" Patton asked.

Janus was now pulling on the hand that was being held hostage, and trying to keep his chuckles and giggles under control. To make matters worse, Patton was just staring at him with an evil, confident smirk on his face. He was determined to tickle him with what little information he had in his grasp...LITERALLY.

"So, which spot would you say tickles more? This spot-" Patton began wiggling a couple fingers on the far side of Janus's palm, below the pinky finger. "-Or this spot?" Patton asked as he wiggled his fingers on the sides of the snake's wrists. Janus clenched his teeth at the new spots, but also clenched his fists at the spot Patton was tickling at the moment. Weirdly enough, the wrists themselves were REALLY bad compared to the hands themselves. So bad in fact, that Janus was getting closer and closer to breaking already! And it's only been about 5 minutes!

"Pahatton, Not-not thehere!" Janus begged, accidentally letting out a couple giggles amidst his protests.

Patton noticed this as well. "And why not?" Patton asked, before fluttering his index finger on the left side of the carpal tunnel area. "Ticklish?" Patton asked.

Amazingly, that was the exact moment when Janus had broken! "Pfffftthehehehehehehehe! HahahaHAHAHAHAhahaha! Pahahattohohon! Dohohohohon't!" Janus protested. His giggles had broken through his titters, and they were now filling the room.

Patton gasped and covered his mouth in surprise. Suddenly, Patton broke his calm composure and squealed excitedly! "Your giggles! Janus, your giggles are so-...Giggly!" Patton complimented as best he could. Janus's eyes widened as he looked at Patton with a big, red blush on his face. "That's a good thing! I love them! They're so free!" Patton added, trying to make Janus feel a bit better.

Janus looked down and away from Patton and used his hat to cover up the big, genuine toothy smile that filled his lips. He couldn't figure out what to do with himself! It was such an awkward, but genuine moment that Janus had never really had before.

In an attempt to see Janus's smile, Patton gently placed a few fingers under his chin and attempted to lift his chin up. Though he managed to get some sort of smile in his view, Janus was somewhat resisting Patton's kind advances. Instead though, he giggled and pushed Patton's fingers away.

Patton giggled back. "ticklish neck too?" he asked.

Janus looked away before looking back at Patton. "No." Janus replied awkwardly.

Patton narrowed his eyes to try and look at something. He walked himself closer to him and lifted his chin. "Wow! I had no idea your scales went down to your jaw! Like, look at this! It goes to your chin, and it ends at your neck!" Patton reacted, poking and gently touching Janus's jawline.

Janus yelped and immediately fell into cute little giggles. Patton was genuinely intrigued, but he was also curious to know just how ticklish Janus really was. Were all his scales more ticklish and sensitive than his skin? Or, were certain scaly spots more ticklish than others?

Suddenly, Patton felt a pair of hands squeezing his sides! "YeeEEEEK!" Patton squeaked, hanging his head and covering his mouth. Janus let out another giggle. Only, this giggle was lower in pitch, and more...evil.

"I'll say, I am pleasantly surprised. It can't be real! Is the ultimate tickle monster in the mind palace...ticklish himself?" Janus asked in a sly, low voice. Patton began letting out nervous little giggles while attempting to get himself out of this mess with protests. But unfortunately, his giggles were turning his protests into unhelpful babbles.

Janus began wrapping his bottom pair of arms' fingers around Patton's hips. "Apologies, Patton...It seems you're speaking in incoherent gibberish! Perhaps a little..." Janus paused his words to give Patton's hips a quick, deep squeeze. "...push will help you?" Janus suggested.

Patton yelped at the hand placement, and squeaked like a mouse at the sudden squeeze. Patton immediately placed both hands onto Janus's lower pair, and attempted to pull them off him. But, Janus noticed Patton's open armpits and shoved his top pair of hands inside the armpits! "EEEEEHEHEHEHEHE! JANUHUHUHUHUHUS! NOHOHOHO AHAHAHARMPIHIHIHITS!" Patton yelled, falling into laughter in mere seconds.

"Well! It certainly made you louder, but I still can't quite understand everything you're saying. But, I did understand the last word: armpits. Using that, I can determine what you were saying!" Janus explained casually, as if Patton wasn't being tickled at all.

"YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES, YEHES, YESYESYEHEHES!" Patton reacted. Oh man! Yes! He was going to get free!...Or so he thought. The moment Janus started tickling Patton's belly with his middle pair of hands, Patton began to doubt his chances of escape.

"You wanted me to keep tickling you under the armpits! Am I correct?" Janus asked, lessening his middle and lower hands to solely focus on the armpits.

"WHAHAHAT?! NOHOHO! NONONONONOOOHOHO! THAHAHAT'S NAHAHAT WHAHAHAT IHIHI MEHEHEHEHEAHAHANT!" Patton yelled back. His squirming had greatly picked up. Just from this, Janus was able to see that this was one of Patton's worst spots.

"Oh! Really? Hmm...That's strange. I could've sworn that was what you said." Janus muttered.

Unfortunately, Patton's squirming and armpits were closing, not allowing him much room to work with. So, Janus stopped tickling and waited for him to calm down. When Patton was calmed down enough, his grip on Janus lessened so that Janus could get his hands out. Janus gently wiggled his hands out. But as soon as the sly snake was given control, Janus immediately took a hold of Patton's wrists and lifted them up. With more room to tickle under the armpits, Janus removed his right hand glove and started exposing the spots with his wiggly fingers.

"OHOHOHO GAAAHAHAHAHAHAD! YOHOHOHOU EHEHEHEVIHIHIL SNAHAHAHAHAKE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Patton shouted.

"There we go! Look at all the spots I was missing! Did you know that by keeping your arms down, you weren't allowing me to tickle...right here?" Janus asked, before immediately digging his fingers in the curve of his one armpit.

"aaahahahAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GEEZ- OHOHOHO GEEHEHEHEHEHEHEZ!" Patton shouted as he began going crazy from all the tickles.

"Hmm...Something tells me you're too ticklish here. Perhaps I should try somewhere else?" Janus suggested.

Patton nodded his head frantically, in hope that it would lessen. "YEHEHEHES! OHOHO PLEHEHEHEAHASE! THEHEHEY'RE TOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHISH!" Patton begged.

"Very well." Janus declared. With one last tickle, Janus stopped his fingers and let the poor boy get a breathing break.

Patton happily took it, breathing in deep to try and make up for as much air as possible, in one go. "Th-Thank yohou...Thank you Jahanus..." Patton said, growing calmer by the minute.

"No problem, my friend." Janus replied, holding onto Patton with his middle pair of arms under his armpits to prevent Patton from falling to the ground. "I do have a question though: Do you have a favorite spot to be tickled?" Janus asked.

Patton's face almost immediately turned a light shade of red. He awkwardly bursted into giggles at the thought of it, and hung his head to cover up his blushing. "Reheheahally? Uuuhuhuhuh..." Patton giggled as he stuttered.

Janus lifted an eyebrow curiously. "Are you going to reply Patton?" Janus asked. Patton only continued to giggle helplessly in pure embarrassment. The teases were getting to him a LOT. "Or am I going to have to try out a few spots myself?" Janus suggested. Patton squealed at the suggestion alone, and fell into even MORE giggles! Finally, after a bit of waiting, Janus decided to go for the latter. Janus brought his lower pair of hands down to Patton's waist, and gently placed them onto his hips.

"OHOHohohoho nohohohohoho! Thahahat's aha suhuhuhupeher tihihihicklihihish spohohot." Patton told him.

Janus smirked. "I'll take that as a no then." Janus decided. He moved his hands up to the belly region, and lifted up Patton's shirt to get better access. As soon as one of the hands landed on Patton's belly, Patton's giggles went up a couple octaves and a huge, toothy smile overcame his lips. Janus noticed almost immediately. He hummed. "A good spot, I believe?" Janus asked. Patton nodded his head in reply.

Janus smirked and began squeezing his fingers all over his tummy. "EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Patton reacted happily.

Janus's jaw dropped. "You LIKE this?" Janus asked, still tickling him.

"YEHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIHIT!" Patton replied, all giggly and pink in the face.

"Hmm...How about here then?" Janus suggested and wiggled his index finger inside Patton's belly button. Almost immediately, Patton squeezed his eyes shut and fell into a mix of giggles and cackles. His arms were no longer flailing around and were instead, clutching his upper stomach as he laughed freely. "Fascinating! Even as you experience breathlessness, you still want to keep being tickled." Janus reacted. Patton nodded his head up and down as he felt his blushing cheeks grow a darker shade of red. "Well unfortunately, I care about your ability to breath more than you appear to. So, I'm gonna give you a bit of a break." Janus told him before lessening his tickles.

Upon being given a chance to breath, Patton actually began whining a little bit. It was like Patton had just been told he had to go to bed while he was playing! It was quite adorable and amusing to hear a near 30 year old whine like a toddler. But nonetheless, Patton did take a few minutes to breath and make up for the lost oxygen. "That's right...get your oxygen back. You're gonna need it." Janus said to Patton with a smirk.

He gave Patton's belly a little tickle for encouragement. Patton giggled and leaned the back of his head against Janus's chest for a while. "Say...Is your neck ticklish by any chance?" Janus asked.

Patton nodded his head. "Yeah! Yes it is." Patton replied. Janus smirked almost immediately and began wiggling his top pair of arms on Patton's neck.

Patton squealed. "HEHEhehehehehe! Hahahahahahahahaha! Ihihihihit's tihihihihicklihihihihish! Vehehehery tihihihihicklihihihihish!" Patton giggled, raising his shoulders as he shook his head.

"Oh really? I had no idea. I couldn't tell from all your giggling. I thought you might've been thinking of something funny." Janus teased.

"Buhuhuhuhut, yohohohou're thehehe ohohohohone tihihihicklihihihing mehehehehe!" Patton argued happily.

"Me? Tickling you? Why, I'd do no such thing." Janus teased further. To add to the tickles, Janus began tickling the other, exposed side of his neck. When one side of his neck would become exposed, Janus would tickle it. This was repeated for some time, to keep Patton on his toes.

"Buhuhuhut, yohohohou're dohohohoihihing ihihihit nohohohohow!" Patton argued.

"Doing what? What could I possibly be doing? You have to be specific." Janus told him.

Patton squealed and increased his squirming a little bit. "Yohohohou're tihihihihihicklihihihing mehehehehe! Yohohohou're uhuhuhusihihing yohohohour fihihihingehehehers tohoho tihihihickle mehehehehe!" Patton told him.

Janus lifted an eyebrow before looking at his hands. Suddenly, it all became clear! Janus gasped in pretend surprise. "Oh! Oh my! It would appear you're right!" Janus exclaimed. Patton only continued to giggle happily as he finally 'figured it out'. "Perhaps I should stop." Janus suggested, before stopping his fingers.

Patton's quickly died down, but so did his happiness. As soon as Janus gave him a break, Patton looked at him with sad, hurtful eyes. It was like seeing a puppy who's toy just got stuck under the couch where it can't reach. It managed to create a temporary ocean of sadness inside of you, that could only be cured by continuing to give him what he wants. So what did he do? Janus continued to tickle him on the neck.

"Hahahahaha! HehehEHEHEEEEEEEE! Yahahahahahay!" Patton squealed and giggled with childish glee.

Janus couldn't help but let out a few giggles himself! This was such an adorable scene to watch! Not only was Patton enjoying being tickled, but he was even asking for more! It also seemed even more evident to Janus that Patton cares more about laughter and happiness then his breath and oxygen intake. So throughout the session, Janus has had to give Patton breaks in between runs. But thankfully, Patton didn't complain much at all. If he wasn't subtly pouting, he was taking advantage of the breaks.

For the next few weeks, Janus gave Patton lots of tickle attacks to make up for childhood memories that were never made. And unsurprisingly, tickle fights really helped the two sides get closer together! Patton learned that dark sides can be really fun and forgiving, and Janus learned that light sides can be cute, and really needy at times. But, Janus didn't mind the needy aspect.

Not one bit...

[ratedbangtann]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝...

                            Pairing: Yoongi/Reader Word count: 3.3k Warnings: friends to lovers, confession, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

a/n: a short little smut/fluff drabble. enjoy.

                          The world was wrong about Yoongi. They all thought he was so miserable, so quiet, so "angsty". Sure, he could be. Everybody could be. But you knew him better. You knew how sweet he was, how much he cared about people, how passionate he was. You'd known him for most of your life seeing as you grew up on the same street.

You'd noticed him when you were both 6 years old, sat on the curb watching the other kids in the street playing without him. You had gone over to him, thinking he looked lonely. You couldn't stand to see people being left out. He was sweet even then. Kind of quiet at first, but something about you brought him out of his shell.

As the two of you grew, you noticed him growing into an incredibly selfless, intelligent young man. Not to mention talented... Musically, he was a genius. He'd been writing music since the two of you started high school, and never stopped.

Throughout the years, he was like a big brother; overprotective with bullies, boyfriends, creeps in the street. And you loved him like a brother. You supported him as if he was family. Particularly, when he auditioned for a new group BigHit were creating. You didn't want him to leave you, but you knew his dreams were far more important than you.

Five years on, and they were about to set off on their biggest tour yet. Asia, Europe, USA... The Love Yourself tour was almost upon him.

Yoongi had invited you to spend the week with him and the rest of BTS before they left, which of course, you couldn't turn down. Any opportunity to spend time with them, to get out of Daegu, to enjoy Yoongi's company.

Your train pulled into the station, and you hopped off. There was no sign of Yoongi, but there was a man you recognised holding up a piece of card with your name on just down the platform a little.

"Sejin!" you called, skipping over to him with your bag in tow. He opened his arms to hug you, welcoming you back to the city.

"Hey Y/N. Feels like I haven't seen you in years! Come on, the car is waiting. And so are the boys!" He took hold of your bag and led the way out fo the station to a car that was waiting for you. As you were driven to the boy's dorms, you filled Sejin in on your recent antics.

You'd been working on opening up a jewellery boutique, which was going well. You liked unusual jewellery, but in Korea, you rarely saw it, so you had created your own line. You'd always been artistic, and now, business savvy. Sejin was impressed, and very proud of you. He'd known you since he'd started working with BTS, and he knew exactly how hard you had worked to build your business.

The car pulled up outside the boys' building, and Yoongi was stood just inside the front door waiting impatiently. As soon as you stepped in, he attacked you with a hug.

"Y/N! Ugh I missed you," he coos as he squeezes you. You hug him back, unable to stop the big grin spreading across your face. Neither of you let go for a while. You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne; the same cologne he'd worn since he was 15 years old.

"I missed you too, Yoongi." He let you go, looking straight into your eyes for a moment. His gummy smile lit up his face.

"Everyone's waiting," he picked up your bag from where Sejin had left it on the floor and headed into the living room where everyone was.

Hoseok was the first to run at you, like an overexcited little puppy. But all the boys stood to greet you and welcome you back to their home. The rest of the evening passed by quite nicely; Jin had cooked for everyone, you played video games, watched a movie... It was just nice to be in their presence again.

Eventually, a few of the boys got up to go back to their rooms for the night. It was late, and you thought it would probably be best to go and set up your sleeping arrangements. Yoongi went with you, of course, seeing as it was his room you would be sleeping in. That was the norm, anyway. A nice, comfy, blow up mattress on his floor, just like the sleepovers you used to have when you were little.

You sat on the end of Yoongi's bed whilst he unboxed the the blow up mattress and set the pump up. But it wouldn't inflate.

"Damnit," Yoongi sighed aloud. "Jimin and Hoseok were using it to slide down the stairs a few months back, they must have punctured it." He groaned in frustration, but you had to giggle at the thought of the boys sliding down the stairs together.

"It's fine, we can get another one tomorrow!" you said, stifling a laugh.

"Yeah but where are you gonna sleep tonight?"

"You're bed's big enough for two, Yoongi. It's only one night. Wouldn't be the first time we've bunked together. Remember that summer we went camping?" Yoongi's mind floated back to that summer...

You were both 14, and your families - having grown close since the two of you were such good friends - decided to camp together. But that summer was the one that changed how Yoongi looked at you.

You had never noticed, but that trip made him realise how much he really liked you... He wasn't sure if it was the waking up in the morning to see you combing your hair with no make up on, or watching your skin glow in the light from the bonfire, or seeing you smile and laugh when he fell into the reservoir; but it changed after that, and continued to grow...

"Yeah I guess we could do that..." he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. You didn't notice, only picked up your bag to go and change into your night clothes. When you came back, Yoongi was flipping through Netflix trying to find something for you both to watch and fall asleep to. He looked up, his eyes falling on your oversized t-shirt just barely showing that you were wearing cotton shorts underneath. He almost dropped the remote at the sight. You didn't notice and sat down next to him, tucking your legs under the blankets.

Yoongi shook his head to rid himself of any impure thoughts and went back to scrolling through netflix.

"OOH, can we watch that?" you got excited as he hovered over a documentary about alien encounters. He laughed.

"Same old Y/N."

"Shut up, you love it too." He pressed play and lay back, getting himself comfortable under the sheets. You lay down next to him, instinctively resting your head on his shoulder. It was just as natural to him as it was to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hugging you towards him.

Yoongi couldn't pay attention to the TV; not with you so close to him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss your forehead, to kiss your lips, your neck... But he held back. He would never do anything to jeopardise your friendship.

Or would he...?

The documentary was creepy. You loved every second of it. But it was supposed to be something to fall asleep to, and yet, here you were; wide awake. You turned your head to look at Yoongi, who was also wide awake, but lying very still.

"Are you okay?" you asked. His head snapped down to meet your gaze, like you'd just broken him out of a hypnotic trance.

"Yeah, fine. Sorry, was just thinking... Y'know... about the aliens and stuff." He didn't sound too convincing, so you sat up to look at him properly.

"Yoongi what's wrong?" He looked at you like a deer in headlights. What could he say?

That he hadn't watched any of the doc? That he was thinking of you the whole time? That he was getting nostalgic over your ears of friendship? That he kept contemplating leaning over and kissing you?

That he was in love with you?

No, he couldn't...

"Just can't sleep, it's frustrating."

"Ugh me too, I'm wide awake," you flopped down next to him again, this time cuddling closer to him, your leg resting gently over his. Yoongi didn't know what to do.

"Y/N, do you ever think back to when we were young?" He mentally cursed himself for starting this conversation.

"Yeah, I guess I do. We had some real good times," you chuckled to yourself.

"Yeah...." there was an awkward silence for a moment, and Yoongi couldn't stop his mouth from running away with him... "Y/n I miss you." You looked at him. He looked so sad. "I wish you were here all the time. You're the reason I auditioned for all this. It feels weird that you're not a part of it." His words knocked you back a little. You missed him too, so much.

But you had watched him and the boys enjoying the time of their life in BTS. Honestly, you thought his life had moved on a little, and you'd never really made your peace with that. You were so glad he missed you like you missed him.

"Yoongi, I miss you too. But I'm still here. I'm still part of it if you want me to be."

"Of course I do. I want you to be part of every aspect of my life," he mumbled, sadness tinting his voice. What exactly was he trying to get at? Was he trying to tell you something?

You sat up again, and he sat up with you, his face merely inches from your own.

"I want you back. Don't go away again... I want you." The poor boy looked so helpless, completely different from how the rest of the world saw him. He'd just poured his heart out to you, but he could find the emotional strength to tell you the 3 words he wanted to most.

"Yoongi, I..." you didn't know what to say. How long had he wanted you? You thought over your memories together. So many puzzle pieces fit together, and finally you saw so clearly what he was saying to you. You wanted to say it back, but actions speak louder than words...

You closed the distance between you, placing your lips on his so delicately, just in case you had misinterpreted and he needed to push you away. But he didn't, and you hadn't.

His eyes closed immediately, the gentle sensation of your lips on his was something he had craved for years. His hand pushed a lock of hair back and over your shoulder, his fingers skimming down your arm to your fingers, interlocking them between his own. His lips pushed onto yours a little more, and your heart raced and pounded against your chest. It was like his confession had flipped an emotional switch. The more you thought about it, the more you kissed him, the more you realised just how much this man meant to you. He was your whole world, and he always had been.

You crept onto your knees, your lips still attached to his, and sat over his hips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your bodies pressing against each other. His lips moved with such caution, but so much grace. You broke the kiss, looking into his eyes with your hands looped around his neck.

"If you want me, you can have me," you said. His eyes lit up, a smile creeping onto his face. You kissed him again, this time a little more hungrily, pulling him to you by the collar of his t-shirt. Not only did you want him, but you wanted him; right there and then.

Your hands fell to the hem of his t-shirt, gripping onto it and lifting it up and over his head. He reattached his lips to yours as soon as he could, biting down on your bottom lip earning a small whimper from you. Your little noise ignited something within him, a small spark the flared into a fire and raged through him.

He flipped you over onto your back, straddling you and lifting your oversized t-shirt off your body. You hadn't been wearing a bra, simply for sleeping comfort, but he marvelled at the sight. He'd never seen you like this, bare chested beneath him. It drove him wild.

His head bowed down to your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses in a trail down your collarbone and between your breasts. He used his hands to knead your breasts as he kissed your body, his hands working some kind of black magic. You moaned aloud again, this time far more audible. His lips found their way to your nipple, taking the sensitive little bud in his mouth and sucking, still massaging the other with his hand. Yoongi knew how to please a woman, but it meant more to him to be able to please you.

He resumed his trail of kisses down your abdomen, until your shorts obstructed him. He pulled them down along with your underwear, stripping them off your legs completely, leaving you bare. He took a moment to look at you, and smiled.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," he swooned. A blush crept over your face. His smile grew wider and he dipped down again, his lips making contact with your skin just above where you needed him most.

"Yoongi..." you whined. You couldn't wait for his touch any longer.

"Patience, princess..." he mumbled against your skin, before he finally made contact with your heat. His tongue licked a strip along your slit, already glistening with your own juices. His hands pushed your thighs apart further, his tongue pushing against your clit and swirling circles over it. No man had ever made you feel like this before. Everything he did with his tongue elicited a new moan from you, the feeling pushing you further and further towards a climax.

When he inserted one of his fingers inside you, you knew it was over... your walls clenched around him, his tongue still working it's magic. The sensation of both together was euphoric. He added another finger, and a few more thrusts had you coming undone completely, moaning expletives and writhing under him. He slid his fingers out of you and sucked your juices off slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"I always knew you'd taste so sweet," he growled. He crawled back up to you, locking his lips to yours again, making you taste yourself. Your hands tangled up into his hair, pulling at the strands.

"Yoongi, I want more. I want all of you," you moaned against his lips. You could feel his length growing in his basketball shorts. It pressed up against your bare leg, and you just wanted to rip his shorts off so you could have him all to yourself. He sat up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm going to give you some instructions, is that okay, princess?" You nodded, instantly agreeing to whatever he had planned. He climbed off you and sat with his back against the headboard of his bed.

"Come here," he beckoned. You sat up and crawled over to him.

"The shorts; get rid." You pulled his shorts down, leaving his boxers in tact. He hadn't told you to remove those yet, and you wanted to be a good girl for him...

"The boxers too, princess." Now you pulled them down too. His length sprang to life, hitting his stomach. His size was not something you were used to, but it wasn't something you were going to turn down.

"Now, come here," he smirked. You swung your leg over him, straddling him. You could feel your core so close to his length. You wanted to feel him inside you, to complete you. "When you're ready, princess." He wanted you to put him inside of you. You could only oblige.

As soon as your fingers made contact with his cock, he inhaled sharply. You positioned him at your entrance, and sunk your hips down onto him. You both groaned aloud at the same time, harmonising like you'd planned it. He filled you up nicely.

"Ride me, princess. Move your hips on me." You did as you were told, rocking back and forth and bouncing on him, the feeling sending shockwaves through your body. Yoongi's head fell back, his eyes closing and mouth agape. You felt so good around him. It was all too perfect. Exactly what you wanted, exactly what he wanted. He couldn't keep his composure, his hands gripping onto your waist, leaving white imprints on your skin as he pressed into you.

His dominance was taking over, creeping up on him. His grip became a way of moving you the way he wanted you to, until he couldn't be control himself anymore. His primal self took over, flipping you onto your back and hovering over you, pounding into you with as much force as he could. He had to grip onto the headboard to keep himself steady, his hips slapping against your own. All the years of pent up lust for you exploded.

With such violent thrusts, the headboard was hitting the wall with a thud each time. Neither of you cared who could hear. Neither of you gave a second thought to anyone else. You dug your nails into his back as your climax grew nearer, leaving red marks all over his skin. He loved the pain though; it only spurred him on.

"Fuck y/n... you f-feel so... UGH," he could barely speak, his senses overwhelmed by he pleasure he felt.You could feel a warmth pooling in your stomach, a knot tightening. Your second climax was coming.

Yoongi bowed his head to suckle at your breasts again, leaving little hickeys on your skin. He paid particular attention to your nipples again, the new sensation adding to the building pressure.

"Yoongi, I'm... so close. Fuck," you whined.

"Me too, princess. Cum for me. I want you to cum again." He didn't have to tell you twice.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your back arched, your legs shook, your hands gripped onto his skin tighter.

"Yoongi-ah..." you cried. He slowed his thrusts down, but he didn't stop, riding out your orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around him brought him to his high. He lost his grip on the headboard and collapsed on you, his seed spilling inside you. You could feel his cock pulsing.

He moaned, sweaty and out of breath, into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, the both of you coming back down from your high.

"Fuck, y/n... that was..." he couldn't finish. It was all too much. He nuzzled into your neck, lying comfortably with you. "You're so fucking perfect. I've always known it," he whispered.

"You should've said, Yoongi." He rolled onto his side and looked up at you.

"I was scared. There was so much riding on this..." you stifled a laugh, hearing the double entendres. "NO! No, I didn't mean it like that," he flustered.

"I know, Yoongi. But I've always been yours. I've always sort of known it. But I needed to hear it." He lifted his palm to hold onto your cheek.

"I love you, y/n," he stated, like a fact. There was no question. "I love you so much, always have." You kissed his nose, and smiled.

"I love you too." The two of you shared a romantic, beautiful kiss together, and snuggled down into a cuddle between the sheets.

As you both lay together, slowly tiring and drifting into sleep, you giggled to yourself again.

"What?" asked Yoongi, curious as to why you ruined the moment with your adorable little laugh.

"Looks like we won't be needing a new blow up mattress anymore." Yoongi laughed, and kissed your forehead.

"No, we definitely won't."

[izzy-writes-bnha]

Higeki and Kigeki Pt. 3

Summary: Izuku didn’t grow up an only child. He had an older sister, but she disappeared some years ago. After tragedy strikes the Midoriya family his sister has no choice but to return to Izuku.

Pairings: Shigaraki/OC  Izuku/Toga

Tags: Villain!OC, Villain!Deku, AUish I guess

Warnings: Character death, blood

Word Count: 2091

Story Start

Kizumi expected to exit the portal into the bar area. Instead, she walked out into a darkened bedroom, solely lit by the screen of a television. While it was unexpected it also did not surprise her. A figure sitting on the bed was illuminated by the television. Hands holding onto a controller, minus his pinky fingers, as he stared forward to the video game being played on the screen. Wordlessly, Kizumi kicked off her boots and walked forward to sit on the bed. She positioned herself behind him, bent knees on either side of his waist. Her arms stretched out to embrace him from behind while she rested her head onto one of his shoulders. "So impatient. Wouldn't even let me say 'Hi' to Kurogiri, huh?"

"You were taking too long." Shigaraki responded, eyes staying trained to the television.

"I was only out for a day. When was the last time you slept?" Her only response was the continued clicking of the buttons on the controller. "Alright then." Kizumi moved from behind and got up from the bed. "I'm going to change clothes and then you're going to get some sleep." She opened one of the drawers on the nearby dresser and pulled out some clothes. Kizumi proceeded to take out her contacts and empty out her pockets of any knives, placing them atop the dresser, before changing out of her bloodied clothes. Shigaraki watched her from the corner of his eyes. Was he tired? Yes. Was his stubborn self refusing to sleep? Also yes.

She stood before him, now changed into a pair of shorts and oversized t-shirt that was not her own. "C'mon Tomura, I'm tired, I know you're tired. Let's get some sleep." Kizumi reached forward to take the controller from his hands. She made sure to save his game before turning off the console. She then placed the controller down on the television stand, swapping it for the gloves that sat there. Kizumi handed them off to Shigaraki who wordlessly took them and put them on. They had been a gift from Kizumi after she discovered his fear of accidentally using his quirk on her. The gloves were normally used by artists to keep from smudging their work; it only covered up two fingers, leaving the other three open.

The television was turned off. Kizumi made her way back over to the bed where she pulled Shigaraki to lay down with her. She lay somewhat on her back while Shigaraki's head rested over her shoulder. Kizumi had an arm around his neck and one of his went around her waist. She started to continuously run a hand through his messy hair.

The way Shigaraki could get sometimes reminded Kizumi of Izuku. Both having a habit to obsess, just over vastly different things. Each presenting their own versions of anxiety. Kizumi could not remember how many times she would have to calm down a sobbing Izuku through the years. The boy could be very sensitive sometimes. Shigaraki on the other hand tended to have more violent episodes. There were many times that she had to force him to sit still so she could apply salve.

She continued to run her fingers along his scalp. Quick enough his body completely relaxed in her arms. Kizumi soon followed as she drifted off into her own slumber.

Story Break

A couple of days had passed since Izuku returned home. Inko had him stay home until she was sure he was okay to return to school. Luckily for Izuku, the others in his class ignored him. Even Bakugo left him alone, instead he just glared at him throughout the day. No doubt still upset that Izuku had tried to rescue him from the sludge villain the last time they had seen each other. Despite that, Izuku was still jumpy as he went about his day at school. He fully expected Bakugo to pop out from a random classroom as he walked through the halls. When it finally came time to leave for the day Izuku nearly ran from the building. It was not until he reached the front door of his home that he released a sigh of relief.

"Mom I'm home!" Izuku called out as he closed the door behind him. When Inko did not answer he called out again. "Mom?" Izuku walked by the living room, checking the room for his mother as he passed by. He entered the kitchen. There on the floor he caught a glimpse of a red puddle. "M-Mom?" Izuku rushed around the corner and further into the kitchen. Inko lay on the ground, not moving. "Mom!" The boy rushed forward onto his knees beside his mother. Izuku's eyes traveled over her in haste, trying to find the source of all the blood. Her body was covered in small cuts, clothes ripped in various places, each with a coating of blood. Her stomach seemed to be the worst though, as the front of her shirt was heavily soaked in red. Izuku placed his hands onto her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. "It's going to be okay Mom!" His vision blurred as hot tears started to fall down his cheeks.

Inko weakly opened her eyes. The voice of her son had brought her back into consciousness. She watched as Izuku was frantically trying to stop the bleeding. He had now taken off his school jacket and was pressing it against her stomach. "Izuku...you're safe." Izuku raised his eyes to meet Inko's. The woman gave him a weak smile.

"Mom…" Izuku raised one of his hands, wiping away tears with the back of it. Blood now coating his own face. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." The tears continued to fall as he tried to reassure not only Inko but himself.

"I'm just happy that you're okay. My sweet Izuku." Inko placed one of her own hands over the two of his that were still pressing into the wound. Izuku pulled out one of his hands and reached into his pants pocket.

"You're going to be okay Mom." He could not help but to repeat as he dialed the emergency number.

It broke Inko's heart to see her son this way. To see his own mother in such a state. After everything that happened with her oldest a few years back Inko felt that she had failed as a mother, that she had failed to protect her children. No matter how much Kizumi assured the woman it was not her fault Inko still felt otherwise. "I'm glad you went back to school today Izuku. My sweet sweet Izuku. You and Kizumi make me so proud to be a mother."

"Don't say things like that!"

"I love you my sweet Izuku. Can you tell Kizumi I love her too, when you see her?"

"Y-you can tell her yourself Mom! Please just stay with me Mom."

Inko squeezed Izuku's hand that still lay on her stomach. "I'm so sorry Izuku." She reached a hand into her skirt and pulled out a phone. Inko opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The boy watched her hand slide off her body and onto the floor. The other weakly fell against the floor with the phone laying in her grasp. His face paled, eyes blown wide. Izuku was vaguely aware of his back hitting the wall. His arms went around his legs as his knees pressed into his chest. Green eyes not once looking away from the now lifeless body of his own mother. The boy's body trembled as loud sobs filled the quiet house. The rest of his surroundings was a blur as he became hyper focused on the body in front of him. So unaware of everything, Izuku did not even notice that he had taken the phone from her hand and was holding onto it tightly.

The sobs continued even when paramedics arrived. Izuku could only watch from the back of an ambulance, blanket thrown around his body, as a black body bag was brought out on a stretcher. After his own body was looked over for injuries an officer eased the boy into the back seat of a cop car.

Once at the station Izuku was led into a separate room with a few chairs and a couch. An officer brought him a cup of hot tea. Izuku did not drink from it, merely stared at the steaming liquid. An officer sat opposite him on another chair.

"Is there anyone that you can stay with? Any family nearby?" Izuku only shook his head, not looking up at the officer. Seeing that he was not going to talk, the officer stood and left him alone.

Other family? His dad was who knows where and now his mom...It was just him and his sister now. Did she know yet? That their mom was… Izuku's grip on the small cup tightened ever so slightly. How was he supposed to get in touch with her? How did mom do it? Was there a number Kizumi had given her? A phone number. The phone. Izuku had slipped his mom's phone into his pocket on his way out of the house. Shaky hands placed the cup of tea on a nearby table before pulling out the phone. Izuku's eyes stilled for a moment as he noticed the now dried blood covering the outside of the phone. Hushed whispers from outside of the room brought him out of his stupor. Izuku started to search through the saved contacts on the phone.

"This might be it though. We might be able to capture her."

"First off, we're still not even sure if the Midoriya girl is Higeki."

"There's more than enough evidence showing she is."

"Second, what if it was the boy?"

"I've seen enough victims to tell that he isn't faking it, besides the kid was at school during the time it would've happened."

Izuku's finger stilled in their search. Did they think that Kizumi had done this? How could they think she would do that to her own mom? Kizumi loved them, she had even left home to keep them safe...safe from whatever it was that she was into. Not only that but he was also considered a suspect.

"Regardless, they're considering using the kid to lure her out."

"What? As in like bait?"

"Yeah. I heard they have some other pros on call right now. Whichever one of us brings in the elusive Higeki is sure to get some good bragging rights."

"That seems doubtful man."

"Look, the kid was out of school for a few days, today was his first day back. Maybe she meant to catch both of them but could only get her mom. Then something spooked her and she ran off. Besides, the mom did call in a few days ago saying the kid was missing. Reminiscent of the girl a few years back, no?"

"That's grasping at straws now. I told you we don't even know if the girl and Higeki are the same person."

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" A new voice could be heard entering the conversation. "That is classified information and the victim is in that room."

Izuku was stunned. Not only did they believe Kizumi had killed their own mom, but they were intending to use him as bait. What kind of cops did something like that? And that pro hero was just going to go with it. Izuku stood from his seat, putting the phone back into his pocket, and left the room. An officer stopped him before he walked out of the building, asking him where he was going. Izuku told the man he needed some air. The officer did not say anything for a moment, instead looked over to another cop. Turning back to Izuku, the officer told him not to go far and that he was still in danger so they would be watching him. He left the station and walked to stand in the alleyway beside it instead. Izuku leaned with his back against the police station and slid himself down. His hands lay limply on his lap as he sat in silence. After some more time Izuku pulled out the phone and started to look through the contacts again.

His fingers hovered over a saved number that had no name. Hopefully this one was Kizumi's. A finger moved to press the call button when he heard a voice from further in the alleyway calling his name.

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[justoneday-namjoonii]

Don’t Breathe | 2.0

»Genre: Hitman!au || Stalker!au || 

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DON’T love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was told to get rid of everyone who witnessed the conversation between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month ago, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

A/n: so I’ve had this in my drafts for a few weeks, it was just a random idea that came to me p.s this is kind off all over the place♥

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3.0 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

A/n: Halloween vers♥ I changed a few things boos. It’s shorter but that means I can get the parts out faster~ enjoy

It’s a beautiful day—the air is cool, the sun is shining and you’re one step closer to getting this article finalized. You’ve been working on it for maybe 3 weeks now and Suzy wants it within the week. It’s not every day that you’re a witness to a controversial press conference. You remember the day you entered the conference room, notebook in hand and pencil skirt tight on your hips. 

You were there with your publishers' sister-news-station reporter and cameraman. You sat in one of the fold-up chairs and listened to what the politicians were saying. About halfway through, things were getting heated between the politician and the reporters questioning. One of the reporters brought up bribery and governmental email scandal. That was news to everyone in the room. It went silent for a moment.

She repeated herself. “I heard from one of my sources, that you were involved in and bribery and the tampering of classified emails from Blake Harvard. Any comment?”

“Who is your source for this information?” He retorts.

“I don’t reveal my sources, but are you evading the question?”

That’s when everyone started bombarding him with questions and his counselor ushered him off of the stage. Moments like this make you respect reporters and people in your line of work. The group you were with went following in the crowd going out into the lobby where they could be the first to air what just went down in there.

“Keep up rookie.” You struggled to get through the crowd with your lanyard swinging against your chest as you shadowed the reporter you accompanied.

“I left my folder!” Despite your heels being on, you quickly ran back inside the conference room and snatched your folder up. As you made your way to catch up with the others, you heard a rather harsh conversation going from behind the stage. Whoever it was probably assumed everyone had gone chasing after the crowd.

‘We can’t let it get out. Blake has a secured spot for us and we’re not about to let it go to waste. If the people get a hold of this we’re done for. Period.’

That was all you heard before you went on your way.

That was months ago and ever since then, the meeting had haunted you. For a while, you brushed the idea aside that you witnessing anything from that day would jeopardize your safety. You’re a writer for the crime and culinary column who gets occasionally promoted to other little jobs—you’re harmless.

But when news got out that attendees were slowly going missing and some were even found dead, you were met with frightening reality. With every word you type on your computer, the thought resonates louder in your mind. You were a witness to something you were supposed to see, you could be next.

6:12 PM

It’s Thursday.

You always work an hour later on Thursdays.

He’s been monitoring your life for a good month now, your patterns and domestic habits were engraved in his mind. There’s not much that he doesn’t know about you. On Monday, you have a hard time getting up. You hit snooze for your 5:30 alarm twice until it’s around 6:45. That’s the day you mobile order your coffee and leave the house by 7:15 in a rush. Tuesday is quite similar but that day you opt for organic fruit juice rather than coffee. You get home early on Wednesday because you work out in the living room that day to some random video on Youtube. On Thursday, like today, you load up on the coffee. You leave the house with one cup and come back with another form of the cafe nearby. Thursday is his favorite day. 

When you get home, you toss excess clothes to a random corner and drop on the couch. Moments after that, you get on the phone with a friend and end the conversation saying you have to get the makeup off of your face. Before you take off the makeup, you take off your clothes and throw and a robe. He watches as you use 3 to 4 wipes for your entire face, just trying to get as much as you can off before you start your face treatment. When you finish, you get up close to the mirror and touch small parts of your face, you inspect to see if you missed anything. You look pretty when you do that. The attention you pay to yourself in the absence of someone's company is nothing short of infatuating. When you leave the mirror, the shower turns on and you close the door. Often you wear a rotation of similar pajamas, underwear, and socks. Sometimes you forget the socks and just slip on some slides. 

When you’d be gone for a few hours, he’d crawl through the window and plunder through your things, just to see if you had weapons and for his curiosity. As he did all of this, he found a connection to your home, it was so simple yet you seemed to love it. Taking this from you seemed cruel. For the first time in a while, he felt a tinge of guilt for being the man responsible for ending it. 

Ever since you were assigned to him as a missed target, he’s been formulating a plan to get rid of you. But in the process of monitoring your life for weeks, he’s approached a problem. Like most assignments, he’d find the persons whereabouts, watch them for a good week or so and proceed with the necessary action. But you’re disposal is taking longer than expected. No basic procedure seems right for you. Every time you turn off your lights and go to sleep, he has a chance to sneak through the window and do what has to be done. He has a list longer than he should of people willing to buy targets that need to be taken care of. Based on what Minho says, going with one of the names on that list would be equivalent to death for the faint of heart.

So what does he do with you? You possess crucial information that his client does not want you to have. He’s been paid and now the organization is getting impatient with the waiting game. There’s a reason they put Taehyung up to this assignment. He’s quick, sneaky, doesn’t leave a trail and the disposal is more often than not, clean. For him to be taking this long is raising suspicion in his boss and his client. 

He stares down at the photo in his hand, the very first picture he took of Y/fn. I have to get rid of you. He’s done it dozens of times but this time he can’t seem to find the right moment. There are also strict rules that he has to follow. Number one: don’t come in contact with the target. That’s guaranteed screw up. Number two: keep your observation time at a minimum, if not, you’re at risk for developing an obsession with the target. And number 3, one of the most important rules of all; under no circumstances should you form a bond of any kind with the target. The contract he signed to secure his job stated just that, ‘A target is a target. If you accept, you get the job done, no exceptions.’

He had made interaction with you by mistake. One day, you were walking to the train station and you bumped into him. When his eyes met yours, it was like time stopped. Your eyes were full of life, you smiled at him and sweat began to build at his brow—and he never gets nervous, never. He’ll never forget what you said to him.

* *

You had made him drop his camera, but it didn’t break so he had told you it was okay.

“I’m so sorry. Here,” You reached into your pocket, “it’s a coupon for coffee, do you like coffee?” He nodded. “They’re coffee is great. I got that coupon for making my 50th visit. Take it, it’s a gift.” 

And he took the coupon with a thank before you went on your way. That day, he decided on one thing—he didn’t want to kill you. He couldn’t.

* *

He hears the buzz of his cell phone and immediately brings it to his ear.

“Hello?”

Come to my office, we need to talk.

The person on the other end hung up and he sighed, he knows what this conversation is gonna be about. He got up from his comfy spot on his couch, got in the car and sped to get to where he had to be. When he got to the building, the front desk lady let him go up. HIs thoughts weren’t scattered, he wasn’t nervous, he just wanted to get this over with. 

“So,” Choi sipped his coffee, “she’s still alive.” His words are cutting, obvious frustration in his tone. 

Taehyung nods in confirmation. “Yes, sir.”

“This is not like you Kim, I can normally trust that you’ll do what’s necessary. It’s been a month and that article cannot be published. I’ve told already that your job is on the line, you’ve been paid now it’s time for you to do the job.”

“I know, I’ve just run into a few hiccups. It won’t be published. I’m taking care of it, I just need a little more time-”

“We don’t have any more time.” He massages his temples. “The client doesn’t want the article published and I told him if anyone could get rid of this person, it was you. Do I need to assign her to someone else who can get the job done?-”

“No.” That left his lips a little faster than he intended. “I’ll get it done.”

“I want it done in the next 24-hours. I’m counting on you Taehyung, don’t let me down.”

Taehyung grins. 

“Consider it done.”

9:07 PM

“Finally!” 

You squeal in the silence of your shared office space, the article is finished. You formatted and set it to be published tomorrow morning, you couldn’t be more relieved. It’s been the most daunting task but you stuck with it until it was the way you wanted it to be. In a hurry to get home, you save the physical and digital copy and put them in your bag for safekeeping. You were just happy Suzy approved it for publishing. It’ll be the first front-page story with your name on it, it that’s just now sinking in.

When arriving at your humble abode, you do what you do every night, but this time you go straight for the shower. 

And unbeknownst to you, he’s sitting quietly in your coat closet, just listening to you plunder around your home. When he saw your car pull into the driveway, he retreated for the closet in hopes of hiding his presence. You rarely go into the coat closet, he knows that much.

Fly me to the moon. You were humming that song in the shower. His eyes fluttered shut at the melodic tune, he always found your serenades from he shower calming – peaceful even. In a way, he would be disappointed if you suddenly stopped. Only now does he realize the significance that habit of yours had on his reason for sticking around outside of your window. The shower turned off, that meant you were about to get dressed. He peeked through the crack and saw you brushing your teeth. 

It’s just a matter of time now.

The bottle of water you put on your nightstand that you drink every night had a little surprise in it. He had poured a drug in it to make sure you were knocked out hard. When you went to your bedroom, the lights went off in about 5 minutes and he timed it from there.

He gave it an hour or so of him just standing in the closet, waiting for the right time. 

11:03 PM

It’s time.

He stepped out of the closet, the dark of night didn’t make it difficult for him to navigate towards your room. Piano. You had soft piano covers playing from your cell phone on the nightstand. He approaches your bedside, and he lightly grazes your face—she’s soft, just like he imagined. He pulls the cover back, exposing you to the cool air of the room, but you don’t move a muscle.

There’s no waking you up now. 

He scoops you up, your body shifting in response to the movement. He stands still to ensure that you’re still asleep, gazing upon your furrowed brows until they smooth out. That little movement made him smile, he hadn’t been this close to you, to feel you in his arms made this a lot more real.

All within the time span of 15 minutes, he puts you in the back seat of his car, grabs a few of your necessities, your work bag, and he leaves the scene. When he gets in the driver's seat, he discards the gloves and peeks back at you. You had no idea that your life was about to get flipped upside down.a

[salamanderergfanfictions]

Teen Wolf, season 3, Stiles has a crush on Derek, mentioned Derek/Ms. Blake

As Derek and Ms. Blake—“Jennifer, or Jen, actually, if you guys want”—slowly take their togetherness public, Stiles finds himself on the receiving end of more than a few sympathetic glances and one strange conversation with Danny. And Scott. And Allison. And Lydia. And...Peter. Or, The One Where Everyone Tells Stiles to Hang in There, Baby, but He's Really Not Sure Where There is, or What He's Supposed to be Hanging On To.

--

Stiles really couldn’t go anywhere in the school without hearing about it.

“Wait, our totally adorkable English teacher is going out with Derek ‘I’m Really Hot, But Also Might Be a Serial Killer’ Hale?”

“Yes, they were drinking milkshakes!  They were actually drinking milkshakes and eating burgers and fries like we’re in ‘Happy Days’ or something!  I almost died!”

“That is so super cute and also really gross; I don’t want to think about my teachers’ sex lives.”

“Hm, that’s really tough, because, Derek Hale is…Mmm.”

“Oh, he’s very ‘Mmm’.”

Stiles slammed his locker shut, “Just to clarify, ladies, are we talking ‘Mmm…donuts’ or is it more of a Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup ‘Mmm-mmm, good’?”

The two girls just stared at him before shaking their heads and walking away.

“Good talk,” Stiles called after them, rolling his eyes.

It was all over school by third period, “totally adorkable” Ms. Blake was going out with Derek Hale, who, even though he was arrested on suspicion of murder, was still really, really hot.

“It’s like a bad dream,” Stiles moaned, “No one will stop talking about it.”

--

At lunch, Danny sat with Scott and Stiles, of his own free will, sans Lydia and the others from the lacrosse team, even Ethan was nowhere in sight, and without any blackmail on Stiles’ part.

“Hey.  Danny.” Stiles said awkwardly, raising his eyebrows at Scott to try to figure out exactly what was going on.  Scott shook his head, but greeted Danny just the same.

“Hey, man, what’s up?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to Stiles, Scott, would you mind?”

Stiles perked up, his eyebrows raising high, “Talk to me, like talk to me, like, like, talk-talk?”

Danny immediately looked as if he regretted sitting down, but slowly shook his head, “I mean, talk as in have-a-conversation talk, not…whatever you’re thinking of.”

Scott was looking between Stiles and Danny with an uneasy smile, only getting up when Stiles gave him a slight nod that it was alright.

“I’ll be back later, I guess.  See you soon-ish?”

Stiles waved Scott off and turned back to Danny with a huge smile on his face.

“So, are you gonna ask me out—”

“No!” Danny backtracked, “I mean, you know I’m with Ethan, right?  And that thing in the locker room was just a joke, I was kidding.”

“I was desperate and you took advantage of that.  Gotta say, not your finest moment.”

Danny sighed, “Well, here’s my formal apology:  I’m sorry, Stiles, for using your desperation as a means to entertain myself.”

“Thank you, and by the way, you missed out on an awesome cuddle-session, so, you know, your loss.”

Danny shook his head, “This is not what I came over here to talk about, how did we get so off-track?”

“It happens sometimes,” Stiles shrugged. “Usually around me.”

“Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about,” Danny looked around the cafeteria and leaned in closer, “Derek Hale.”

Stiles leaned in closer too, a bit too much, as it made Danny jerked his head back, “Derek Hale, why? Did Ethan say something about him? Did you hear Ethan talking about him?”

“What?  Why would Ethan be talking about Derek Hale—who, by the way, is totally not named Miguel and definitely not your cousin, don’t think I hadn’t figured that out.”

Stiles kept his face as blank as possible, “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re still a horrible person, Stilinski,” Danny said, sounding far too much like Jackson for Stiles’ comfort, “But, oh my god, this is still not what I came here to talk about!”

“Okay,” Stiles leaned back, “Promise, no more interruptions from me.”

Danny let out an exasperated sigh and lowered his voice even further, “I just wanted to let you know, even though this is not my place at all to say this—that a relationship with an older man never works out.  Especially when you’re in high school.  I’ve been there and it was awful.  You’d do much better with someone your own age especially since you’re not even out yet, fully, and if you wanted,” Danny continued in a long-suffering tone, “I could, maybe, set you up with someone—”

Danny glanced up to see Stiles’ mouth hanging open, a half-masticated bite of hamburger in full view.

“Or, you could just wait till college to date guys, or anybody,” Danny said under his breath, sliding his tray from the table and going back over to sit with Ethan, who looked like he was trying, very poorly, not to laugh.  His brother, sitting across the cafeteria with Lydia, wasn’t even bothering to hide his laughter.

Stiles still had his mouth open even when Scott had sat back down and forcibly closed Stiles’ mouth himself.

“So, what did Danny want to talk to you about?” Scott asked, reaching once again to close Stiles’ mouth. When Stiles still hadn’t responded, Scott lightly slapped him on the cheek.

“Ow!”

Scott looked at him sheepishly, “Sorry, you were stuck.”

Stiles swallowed and reached up to tug at his hair, like he was trying to wake himself up, “I just had the weirdest conversation.”

Scott looked behind him at Danny, who was trying to get his boyfriend to calm down with an unamused expression on his face.

“What exactly was Danny talking to you about?”

“He was warning me of the dangers of having a romantic relationship with an older guy.”

“Oh,” Scott looked down at his lunch quickly, “That’s…nice of him.”

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, “Yeah, really nice of him, very pre-emptive since I am definitely not dating an older guy.”

Scott started shifting his corn around his plate, “He was probably just trying to make you feel better, you know, about…”

Stiles waved his hands back and forth, “About what, Scott?  If you know something about my life that I am apparently not aware of, please let me in on it!”

“That,” Scott sighed loudly, “That Derek and Ms. Blake are seeing each other, and everyone’s talking about it and it’s not easy to listen to, especially when you…”

“When I what, Scott?” Stiles said impatiently, staring flatly at his friend.

“When you have a big crush on him,” Scott blurted out, obviously uncomfortable talking about it.  “I mean, you didn’t really have to tell anyone, though I would have been totally cool with it—you liking guys, not you liking Derek, but not because Derek is a guy, but because Derek is Derek—but you know I would’ve been cool with it, when have I ever given the impression that I wouldn’t have been cool with it?”

“I…” Stiles stared, but apparently Scott was not done yet.

“I would’ve been totally supportive, I would’ve tried to talk you out of it, but I would’ve been supportive.  Because you can do so much better than Derek!  I mean, Danny, Danny and I will find you a nice boy, your own age and not a werewolf, somebody as smart as you and as funny and plays video games and doesn’t go around biting people—unless that’s what you’re into, you don’t have to tell me, no judging, this is a judgment free zone—and I’ll make sure he cares about you and doesn’t ignore you, or I’ll kick his ass.”  Scott looked intently at Stiles.  “I’ll kick anyone’s ass for you.  Even Derek’s, especially Derek’s.”

“Scott, while I have no doubt that you can kick Derek’s ass, there’s no need,” Stiles smiled.

Scott wrinkled his eyebrows together, “Stiles, it’s okay; you don’t need to put on a brave face.  I remember how much venting time you needed when Lydia and Jackson got together, so, lay it on me.”

Stiles shook his head, “I’m telling the truth, I am definitely not stupid enough to get involved with Derek.  I really don’t care that he’s dating Ms. Blake, except for the fact that she’ll probably be in danger every other day and now that’s just one more person to look out for, Scott, and with all these deaths, I’m starting to think we can’t do anything about it.  That everyone we care about is going to die.”

There was a silence at the boys’ lunch table after that, which neither of them broke till the bell rang.

--

Next period for Stiles was English, with Lydia and Isaac, though Isaac wasn’t at school that day, not that Stiles’ blamed him.  Stiles had stayed home a whole week when his mother had died, Isaac could afford a break for Boyd’s death as well.

Ms. Blake, dedicated faculty member she was, had been back to school teaching after her kidnapping, though she did look at Stiles differently now. Stiles had successfully avoided talking to her one on one so far, in spite of the meaningful looks and longer-than-polite stares.

--

“Hey, Stiles!”

Stiles spun around, “Allison?”

She raised her eyebrows at the questioning tone, which Stiles thought was a little unfair as she had never actually sought him out on her own, even when she and Scott were dating.  So Stiles figured he had the right to be a little confused.

“So, what’s up?”

Allison took a breath, “Werewolves are not worth it.”

Stiles shook his head, “You lost me.”

“Take it from me, Stiles, it’s not worth it to date a werewolf, even when you know about them or think you understand them.  There’s just a lot of pain and heartbreak and no matter how you feel when you’re with them, everything is not going to turn out okay.” Allison glanced over Stiles’ shoulder, “I should go, that’s all I wanted to say.”

Allison turned around, leaving Stiles speechless and Scott coming up behind him with a pained expression on his face.

“What, what were you talking about?” Scott asked, though Stiles figured he had heard everything.

Stiles shrugged his shoulder before turning around to face his friend, “Don’t know, just another crazy member of the Poor Stiles Pity Party For No Good Reason Organization.”

--

“As someone who’s had sex with a werewolf and wasn’t traumatized by my father trying to kill him, I can say that you’re really missing out.”

“This is not how I thought it would go when you and I discussed sex.”

“I’m going to chalk up that statement to you being of a fragile disposition right now,” Lydia said in a lilting tone of voice. “However, I can tell you that you that you dodged a huge bullet with Derek Hale.  Not only are you not ready for a serious relationship, he is light years away from having one as well.  Some serious counseling needs to go into that boy before he’s even ready for holding hands.  Even taking his abs into consideration, I really don’t envy Ms. Blake right now.”

“This keep happening to me,” Stiles said incredulously.  He’s done asking why, obviously no one is going to answer.

“Because everyone knows about your massive torch you’re carrying for Derek—so shut up, I'm trying to console you.”

“I don’t need consoling,” Stiles interrupted, “There is nothing to console me about.  Derek’s dating Ms. Blake, no big deal!  Whatever everyone thinks they see when I’m with Derek is absolutely wrong—I don’t like him!” Stiles finished in a huff, breathing heavily and causing Lydia to raise her eyebrow at him.

“See what I mean, you’re both not ready for a serious relationship.  There has to be a certain amount of maturity before—”

“I don’t like him!”

Lydia nodded her head and pursed her lips, “Of course you don’t,” she said condescendingly. “I’ll just let you continue on in your denial since I’m not going to waste my time helping people who don’t want to help themselves.  So you just,” Lydia faltered and looked around the hallway, “You just ‘Hang in There, Baby’.”

Lydia finished the most unhelpful pep talk ever by patting Stiles on the shoulder daintily.  Stiles watched her go simply because he was stunned and not to do with any other reason he may have watched Lydia walk away in the past.

Also, they had finally found something Lydia was really bad at.

--

“I see I’m stuck on babysitting duty again.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what I was going to say.”

“You see, Stiles, we’re so alike, it’s why we get on so well.”

Stiles had to physically bite his lip to keep himself from saying ‘like a house on fire’.  That’s just the kind of petty bickering Peter inspired in Stiles, though that comment might earn him some neck mauling.  The two were holed up in Derek’s loft while the rest of their gang chased after the Alpha pack downtown.  Apparently Kali had made a remark about how many relationships fall apart when one of them is a workaholic, spending her nights alone in the school, which had Derek very proactive about hunting them down.  Stiles thought it was about time.

“Here I am, the distrustful werewolf who has been severely weakened and forced to team up with the clever human, who really can’t do anything except annoy people to death.”

“With that sparkling personality, it’s a wonder why no one likes you.”

“You’re right,” Peter said, sounding like he didn’t think Stiles was right at all, “That was unfair of me.  You can be useful at times.”

“Thank you, that really means a lot,” Stiles rolled his eyes and pointedly slouched against the wall.  If he wasn’t so wary of Peter, he would’ve turned his back completely.

“Speaking of Derek dating your English teacher, how are you dealing with that? In my experience, teenage heartbreak is dealt with by listening to soft emo music and liberally applying ‘guyliner’.”

Stiles did a double-take, “What the hell…”

“Perhaps you went the more traditional route of a tub of Cookie Dough ice cream and renting ‘Pride and Prejudice’.”

“Stop talking.”

“If it’s any consolation—”

“If you’re the one saying it, it’s probably not going to be,” Stile interrupted.

“You could do a lot better than Derek.  All familial ties aside, my nephew is an idiot.  You should be with someone who’s at least as clever as you, maybe someone a little bit devious.” Peter’s smile grew a bit wider, “Have you given any more thought to whether you want the bite or not, Stiles?  The offer’s still on the table, we could be really good together.”

That was when Stiles decided it was time to leave.  Death by pack of Alphas was better than whatever the hell Peter was doing.

--

"I saw Derek Hale and your English teacher out tonight."

Stiles didn't look up from his computer, but made a sound acknowledging his dad had spoken.

"They looked, close," His dad continued, taking a few more steps into the room.  Stiles quickly closed the website about Celtic druids and brought up a paused game, wishing the ground would swallow him because, yeah, he could deal with everyone else asking it, but if his dad—

"So, are, how do you—would you like to talk about that, or your, uh, feelings on things, or something?"

Stiles puffed out his cheeks and exhaled sharply, "Nope. I'm all good here."

The sheriff nodded, "Yeah, yeah, okay. But, whenever, you want to, just tell me, or you could even talk to your guidance counselor—"

“Dad, seriously, nothing to talk about.”

Mr. Stilinski turned to leave, but hesitated and walked over to Stiles, who was staring resolutely at the screen.

"I’m not saying I would’ve approved, but, anyone who doesn't want you is an idiot, just for your general knowledge," He kissed the top of Stiles' head, "Good night, I'll make pancakes in the morning."

Stiles forced a grin so wide his tears were pressed out of his eyes and down his cheeks, where they were harshly wiped away.

"Sounds great, dad."

"And bacon. Real bacon." He said pointedly as he walked out the door.

“Dad,” Stiles said, spinning around, “Thanks.”

The sheriff paused in the doorway and turned around, "I love you, Stiles."

“Love you too, dad.”

"I can arrest him again if you want me to."

"Dad," Stiles groaned, “Totally not necessary.  I had a crush, he didn't sully my honor.”

“He better not have.”

--

End