#oooooh i can feel the fatigue trying to take me away but not before i talk about him......

[tvrningout]

guess who very quickly made some icons and is about to ramble : )

[crimsonbluemoon]

OoOOoh! Fun! Fun! Fun! I love these, heheheh. How 'bout Celebrity!au, childhood friends, "Are you sure this is legal?" and/or "It's been so long since we did this.", and Minicat. :3 also don't mind if i reblog the game... no one ever asks me to do one but they're fun to do when i got the time. XD Hope ya have fun with all the asks ya get!

Aww I’m sure people will message you! And I’m slowly but surely getting through these. I’m hoping to get one or two done a day. ^.^ But enjoy this one for now!

AU: CelebrityTrope: Childhood friendsPrompt:  "Are you sure this is legal?“ and/or "It’s been so long since we did this.”

Pairing: Minicat

“Are you sure this is legal?” Even drunk, Craig felt like something was off about the ‘no trespassing after sunset’ sign that hung on the lifeguard post they were walking by. His feet felt light, though he was sure it was the shots he’d taken at his party. Well, it had been labelled his party, though he didn’t know most of the people his manager invited. The house’s music was pumping in the distance, but Mini was dragged further away by… someone. “What’s your name again?” 

“Hunter.” The guy seemed annoyed by the question, and Craig wondered if he’d asked it before. To be fair, he’d had to get to know a lot of people’s names that night, and alcohol didn’t help matters. Also, he really didn’t know where he was at the moment. 

Well, he knew the city at least. L.A was still the same as it’d been twenty years ago, when he’d thought he ran the streets on his bike or his surfboard. Now, after winning the NASL cup and being crowned MVP, he really did own the city. That was why he was having the dumb party with those people he didn’t know or care for. Why some guy with a stupid name was dragging him like a two year old’s ratty blanket, no care or concern for his well being. But really, did anyone these days? When was the last time that someone actually talked to Craig about something other than money, fame, or what he could do for them?   

His eyes closed slowly while he was dragged along, hearing the waves of the ocean crashing into the shore. His feet had lost their shoes, maybe along the walk to the sand, and his toes dug in with a familiar joy. This felt like home, not that stuffy expensive house that overlooked the city. The salty air, the water, all of it was so reminiscent of his childhood. How many nights had he spent on a beach like this? Searching for shells, building bonfires, finding the constellations and trying to figure out his place in the world. That had been some of the best years of his life, staring at the endless sky to remind himself that he was just so small in the grand scheme of things. 

But the best part he remembered was him. The boy with grubby cheeks and a scowl who turned into the teen with rough hands and angry blue eyes. The one person who asked him for nothing. Nothing but his company. When Craig thought he had nothing, he gave Mini everything he needed to reach his dream. Craig wished he could have done the same back then. 

Maybe now, too, if his drunk heart had anything to say about it.

“Freeze.” The voice that called out the command sounded familiar, but Mini’s brain was too sloshed to fully grasp from where. The hand that had been wrapped around his wrist was gone in an instant. It took Craig a moment to open his eyes again, and he caught a glimpse of the back of the man (Henry? Harold?) who had brought him to the beach running out of sight. It took a moment for his body to realize it was on its own, and then the world started to tilt. His arms tried to stabilize him by flailing out on either side, but it was the firm wall that his back bumped into that kept him from falling. Slowly, Mini blinked, letting gravity pull his head back to gaze up at the owner of the chest keeping his upright. His eyes were blurred a bit, partly from alcohol and the slant of his glasses, but even with the smeared vision, he picked up on some of the man’s features. 

Why’d this officer have to have blue eyes like him, too?

“You’re…really pretty.” His words fell out without any chance of filter stopping them, but he was too drunk to mind. Everything was just right for a moment; the music in the background was lower now, and the warmth on his back felt like a comforting blanket. The ocean breeze had chilled him, and while his first companion hadn’t hesitated to leave him cold and alone, this stranger seemed fine with Mini pressed against him. Hands that might have grasped his hips to keep him standing were the right side of rough, large and just so familiar-

“Craig?” 

“That is…is totally my name.” He laughed at his own answer, head fluffy with memories and booze. He didn’t mind slipping deeper into his daydream, letting the water and cold of night sooth his wounded soul. He knew this wasn’t him; the police officer’s badge dug into his shoulder blade, and he could see the flashing lights from the cop car parked somewhere behind them.  He wasn’t that lucky. But the cop was built just like him; tall and scruffy, but soft despite the large body. Prickly, if he got any hints from the scoff that brushed his ear. But he hadn’t dropped Craig, which meant he was probably just as caring and kind on the inside as…Mini squeezed his eyes tighter, leaning back into the officer holding him. But when he spoke, it was for someone who was miles away. “God, I missed you.” 

“What are you doing out here?”

“Iunno. Some guy dragged me out here for something,” he murmured, hearing a growl of annoyance that made him smile.

“You idiot, what kind of answer-”

“It’s been so long since…since we’ve done this.” He didn’t care if his pathetic mumbling was spilled to a reporter and plastered on a tabloid next week; he just needed to let it out. Years of longing, being alone in a crowd of thousands, searching for his breaking point. Decades of just not knowing where his life was headed, or when he’d stop spinning so high, when he’d crash and burn into the ground. Who would stand by Mini in the wreckage? 

He would have, probably. Because he had given Craig his nights and attention before anyone even knew his stupid name. What would he think of Mini, now? 

The decade of radio silence gave the answer he didn’t want to hear. 

“Everything okay down there? Need me to come help haul him to the car?” The call of another officer from the beach’s side road threatened to break the dream-like state of Craig’s moment, and he groaned in protest before pressing closer to his source of warmth. 

“Nah, I’ve got him. No need to call it in.” But just like his old friend would have done, this officer, this stranger, had protected Mini.

“Do ya now? This one’s special to ya, is he?” There was a tease somewhere in the tone, but Mini didn’t open his eyes to investigate. 

“Shut up, Hanby.  Take a drive down the rest of the road and see if anyone else is around. If you can find the punk who bailed when we pulled up, cuff him. I know where this idiot lives.”

“How are you planning on getting home after helping your new friend out?” 

“I was off the clock ten minutes ago; I don’t gotta tell you shit. Now get moving.” The banter was swimming in Craig’s ears, but the thumb that brushed against his hip bone melted his brain too much to butt in.  

“Oh, there’s definitely a story here. Be ready to share it with Fong and Del over coffee tomorrow. Can’t wait, buddy.” A warm laugh echoed against the night sky when the other officer moved away, and Craig’s ear picked up on the rocks shifting under the car’s tires when it pulled away. 

“Fuck, he’s almost as big of a pain as you.” The words were sharp and warm against Craig’s ear, and he felt his body shudder from something deeper than the cold. 

“God.” This cop even sounded like him. His eyes burned behind closed lids as he let out a wet laugh, nuzzling his nose into the collar of the officer. Maybe it’d get him arrested for indecent behavior in public, but he smelt like smoked wood, motor oil, and him. Or what he’d smelt like as a teenager, maybe. The details were so fuzzy now; was he just blending this person with his past to make himself feel better? Mini’s mind sloshed over new thoughts like waves, barreling into the shore of his reality with no intention to break. 

“Let’s get you home.” But before he could take a step, before the stranger could finally break the final thread of Mini’s mirage of happiness, he spoke.

“I miss him.” A sob pushed out over his laugh, head useless against the tense shoulder behind him. “I miss us, how we…sat at the ocean, talked and…and…I just felt loved, maybe. Not like now. I don’t know if he ever felt…it’s been so long since…since I’ve been happy. You just feel like love, mr…mr. officer-sir-man. You feel like Tyler, and it’s…been so long since I’ve seen him. Since I’ve had him by my side. My whole side’s missing, it’s…he’s gone. And here I am, drunk and probably arrested and in love with a ghost. Tyler would hate me now-”

“Shit.” The grip around his waist tightened for a moment, but Mini didn’t mind the squeeze. It grounded him in a way nobody had in years. The alcohol was doing a bang up job of messing with his head, as it tried to convince him the officer’s next words were mumbled against his forehead. “Brock’s gonna be impossible to deal with when he finds out he was right. Fuck.” 

“Hey, I…I have a Brock, too.” Craig laughed and then slumped, a crest of fatigue finally rolling into him. “He’s always right, good guy. He’d make a good wife for me.” 

“Wait, what-”

“Cept can’t marry him when I love Tyler. Life would probably…be easier if I just forgot him. But, I can’t.” He yawned and accepted he’d end up in the cell by the morning, giving all his weight to the officer holding him. “I’m gonna pass out now. Thanks for…being here.” 

“I should have been here before, idiot, I-.”  Whatever else came next, Craig didn’t hear, his mind slipping into sleep. 

He didn’t know that Officer Tyler Wine carried him home. Not to the house with strangers, but to his mother’s house three miles away. The one right across the street from the house Tyler himself had bought from his parents three years ago. He didn’t know Tyler was still in his city, still driving their streets, still sitting on their beaches, reminiscing. He didn’t know Tyler had refused to reach out in case Craig no longer needed a local boy that didn’t shine in the limelight. That he’d ignored their friend’s advice, kept his nose in his work, pretended he wasn’t missing a part of himself. 

And Mini didn’t know that he’d still be there when Craig woke up the next morning. 

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. At Evie’s house. Mal has very recently just fainted in midair due to fatigue, turned back into a human, and fell through the sky, landing upside down by her legs on a branch in a tree located in her sister front garden)

Evie (looking disapprovingly you at the elder demigod): you’ve not eaten since breakfast have you?

Mal: if by “eaten” you mean “surreptitiously take swigs of booze from my hip flask intermittently throughout the day” then yes

Evie: I do not

Mal: ohhhh. Then no. No I have not

Celia: and you couldn’t have been more obvious if you tried

Uma: Ceels is right. I saw you. Twice.

Mal: damn you guys sure know how to raise a girl up. Help me down?

Evie: you can fall perfectly well all by yourself

Mal: urgh, fine

(With a little struggle and a quick, extremely high pitched yelp, she shifts off the branch and falls to the ground and land on her back with a pained grunt)

Evie: now was that so difficult?

Mal: dad will judge you eventually. And he may not be so merciful.

Evie: A. He’s not my dad. B. Get up before you’re clothes are dusted beyond repair

(Just then Uma shrieks and throws a frog off her head)

Evie (snickering): really? You’re scared of frogs? Isn’t that part of you powers. Communication with sea life?

Uma: yeah sea life not pond life that jumped up bastard is not my guy

Evie: funny, I’d have thought you’d like them consider you’re dating one

Uma (laughing mirthlessly): and don’t you share blood with him?

Evie: urgh don’t remind me

Mal: hate to break up the familial bonding but is anyone scared and/or allergic to locusts?

Celia: no

Uma: no

Evie: no, why do you ask?

Mal: because a swarm of them is headed this way

(She’s right. A huge cloud of locusts are speeding right towards them. Mal takes out the sceptre and sets it into the ground, sending the swarm away from them)

Celia: what the hell was that about?

Mal: oh I think I have an idea

(Back in the forest)

Harriet: what the fuck

Cj: Jesus

Harry: what is that?

Hades: cinders.

Elsa: what?

Adam: well. You did say I was hiding behind religion

Ben: speak properly or not at all

Adam: you saw the movie, you’ve heard the stories and you have been to church

Jay: you’re joking!

Adam: why would I joke about your imminent destruction?

(Back at Evie’s)

Mal: this is gonna sound patently ridiculous, (she whacks a frog off Uma’s head), but I think, oh god how do I put this? I think

Celia: Red Sea?

Mal: yes! Ohhhh thank god for the youth

Celia: I’m thirteen

Mal: I was hatched old kid.

Evie: what do we do?

Mal: block them

(Back in the forest)

Gil: what do we do

Ben: block them

Adam: if you’d left those things where they belong this wouldn’t be happening

Ben: what?

Adam: it’s an environmental reaction to their abominable presence

Ben: it’s Maleficent!

Adam (snarling): exactly

(This is when “the plagues” happens. After the song the onslaught is still happening)

Uma: fuck lot of good that did genius. Any other bright ideas?

Mal: who has the ember?

Her sister and cousins: YOU DO

Mal: right! Yes. Of course. Hands in. Chop chop

(They all put their right hands over the ember and it starts to glow)

Mal: you've caused our friends pain and fear/we've had enough now disappear

(Nothing happens)

Mal: it’s not gonna work if you’re not gonna help. Again

The sisters rotten and the sisters Facillier: you've caused our friends pain and fear/we've had enough now disappear

(The onslaught ceases. The rogs and locusts turn to ash. Back in the forest the raining fire wafts away)

Ben: Mal

Jay: who else?

Harry: uhhhh, Uma, duh

Lonnie: Uma wishes she was as cool as Mal

Elsa: Lonnie, please, not now

Lonnie: ok. Cool. The girls are at Evie’s house right?

Jay: yeah

Lonnie: good. This Uma chick is with them yeah?

Carlos: ...yes...

Lonnie: aces. I want some words with her

Ben: Lonnie don’t please

Lonnie: no, Ben, I’m sorry. But this chick abducted you, tried to kill you, hypnotised you and tried to capsize the boat the entire student body was on. I think that warrants a dragging. Don’t you?

Harry: if you hurt her

Lonnie: what are you gonna do jar jar? Flirt at me? Yeah didn’t think so. C’mon guys. Oh Ben. Love the wings and the beard.

Ben (feeling his teeth with his tongue): I think I got fangs as well

Lonnie: can you believe this guy. King of an entire nation, almost pure magic and still inordinately adorable. How does he do it? Not as adorable as you though Gilly

Gil: YAY!

(Harry growls in irritation. They start to move. Unbeknownst to them Adam whisked away by purple smoke. Back at Evie’s palace she’s itching to get inside. Sadly for her. She’s got a clingy reptile hanging on to her ankle)

Evie: c’mon M let go. I could always kick you into the foliage?

Mal (reassuming her regular form): I have a bad feeling about who’s waiting for us in there

Evie: it’s Doug. My Doug. I’m sure he’s fine.

Mal: sis look. The way you reacted to seeing Doug in the mirror. It’s gonna be a lot worse to seeing him like that in person.

Evie: so you obviously don’t me all that well then “sis”

(She stalks off inside the house)

Mal: sadly I do know that well. (Turning to the Facillier’s) look. I’m not expecting you guys to go in there with us

Uma (already heading inside): way ahead of ya

Mal: you’re eager

Uma: don’t wanna miss the kaboom

(Inside the house. Evie’s poking and prodding Doug’s dude futilely)

Evie: c’mon sweetie stop playing around it’s time to wake up now

Uma: not as fun as I thought it was gonna be

Mal: she’s in shock. Once her body and brain catch up with each other. It’ll be horrible

Uma: but it’s a sleeping curse. She knows how to wake him up.

Mal: she’s emotionally involved ok? Like I said. Body and brain haven’t caught with each other yet

Celia: oh no

Mal: what?

Celia: uhhhh nothing. Hey, Uma, why don’t we go see the pool?

Uma: what’s that

Mal (following Celia’s line of sight and cottoning on): yes! The pool! The pool is great. And the hot tub is just what someone like us needs after a day like today

Celia: exactly so c’mon sis. Let’s go for a dip

Uma: I’ve spent a year in the ocean. I don’t need to go back into some more water. Now what are you trying to keep me from?

Celia and Mal: it doesn’t matter

Mal (telepathically to Celia): keek her away from the couch (verbally) I’ll try and pry Evie off her man

Uma (her voice very small): no

Celia: ohhhh fuck

Mal (walking over to Evie and gently trying to pull her away): c’mon kiddo. You need a breather

Evie (thickly): no, I’m not leaving him

Mal: you need to eat, you need to drink. If you’re stressing out you’ll be no help to him.

Evie (stubbornly): I’m not leaving

Uma: WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!

Celia: and there we go

Mal: c’mon you can’t help him when you’re like this

(She starts pulling Evie away from Doug. Evie starts screaming and crying begging Mal to leave her there. Celia tries to do the same to Uma who starts screaming and crying demanding to know why only one twin is on the couch. Eventually it gets too much for the temporary queen)

Mal: ok that’s it. Both of you FREEZE. That’s better. Celia. Reconvene in the kitchen

(In the kitchen)

Celia: what is her problem? It’s a curse. She knows what to do. True loves kiss. It’s not that difficult

Mal: well it is if you have their combined dating history

Celia: yeah she dated the dick that’s trying to kill us. Juice please. Thank you. Merlot? Really?

Mal: my hip flask ran out. Fry up?

Celia: sure. Wait what do you mean combined dating history?

Mal: Doug is amazing and kind and attractive and will defend those he cares about to his final breath. But Dopey’s son.

Celia: ohhhh. He’s like dizzy.

Both: kid of a sidekick

Mal: and here. The social hierarchy was: Prince, Princess, hero, heroine, sidekick

Celia: poor guy.

Mal: yeah. So you’ve got. Brainwashed girl who feels compelled to throw herself at a royal douchebag. Douche bag ghosts her. She’s heartbroken, despite me jay and Carlos spending days trying push her to the better and accurate option of Doug,

Celia: as you do

Mal: right. Then you have Doug. He’s Harry Potter and lifes Dudley Dursley

Celia: what

Mal: I’ll let him explain that reference. Anyway. Because of what they’ve each gone through separately. They’re wracked with insecurity. Because there’s that niggling feeling that they’ll get heartbroken again

Celia: so what do we do?

Mal: I need to be the responsible big sister and kick her ass into gear

Celia: and me?

Mal: put a blanket on Squirmy he looks cold and try to make sure your sister doesn’t burn this place to the ground with us inside

Celia: smart plan

Mal: hold on I’m getting a call. Mal here. Jay. You found him! Oh thank god. Good that’s good. Whoever said that about my son needs a kick in the dick. Oops. Sorry hadie. What? Bastards. Squirmy’s here. Asleep and aortaless. But he’s here. Dizzy’s fine. That’s just Celia whooping. Merlot. Well the hip flask ran out. Yes I did. I know I should’ve. But I didn’t. Mom and————whatever she does to him he’ll survive and isn’t her fault. Ohhhh. Oh yeah. Yeah. I froze them. She’s heavy. Not good. At all. Oooh I dunno. Two hours. Surprise? Oh I see. This is why you didn’t FaceTime? Thought as much. Well. See you when we see you. Love ya. Bye. Got all that kid?

Celia: essentially, yeah

Mal: good. Now take Uma’s sword off her. Knowing her she’ll start swinging the nearest weapon once she’s reanimated

Celia: and Evie?

Mal: oooooh. Put a protection spell on Squirmy in case the windows shatter

Celia: done. Ready?

Mal: god no. But when have I ever been?

(They go back to their positions and Mal unfreezes the sorceress and the sea witch. Immediately the two of the resume their breakdowns. Uma peters our first and dissolves into tears. Evie keeps screaming at Mal to let her go until her voice goes horse)

Mal: are you done?

(Evie grumpily shoves Mal off her and stalks outside to the back garden)

Mal: Uma what about you? Need a drink (Evie lets out a skyward scream and the windows all shatter to dust)...Celia honey, could you be very very helpful to your very very tired cousin and clean up the glass?

(Her right eye twitches and Celia reverses tne damage)

Mal: thank you. Uma. Drink?

Uma: mhmm

(She sits Uma at the kitchen island and pours her a glass of wine)

Mal: thought you might be fed up with grog and muskat. The I’m more partial to rosé but red is Gil’s favourite.

Uma: I’m s. Suh. Rry (Celia elbows her in the ribs) I’m sorry

Mal: why? You were stuck with you’re mother for a year. That must’ve been hell for you. At least you know who what was unconscious for it. But you remember everything. If anything it should be me apologising to you

Uma: you said that back on the ship

Mal: and I’ll keep saying it until you tell me to shut it

Uma: Mal

Mal: yah?

Uma: shut it

Mal: ookay

Uma: what’re you gonna do about her?

Mal: I’ll let E cool off then try to talk sense into her.

Uma: shouldn’t it be easy though? TLK. It worked with you and beasty boy last year. So why can’t she.

Mal: I have literally just filled Celia in on their joint history. You wanna know why she’s distraught, ask your sister. Now. Drink.

Uma: mm this is good

Mal: beats grog don’t it?

Uma: yeah. More?

Mal: sure

Celia: I’ll just take a lil snifter of brandy

Uma and Mal: dream on kid

Celia: bitch

Mal: we’re you’re family

Uma: we’re allowed to be

Mal: you know. If Grimhilde hadn’t sent Evie after us. And I hadn’t, you know

Uma: yeah, we could’ve teared the isle up.

Mal: two sets of juvenile delinquents

Uma: one massive conflagration

Mal: more?

Uma: ehhhhh. Go on then

(This is when “old fashioned” happens. After the song Mal stops and looks outside)

Mal: I should probably go check on her right?

Celia: you do that and I’ll stay here

Uma: under the watchful eye of your older sister

Celia: fuck

(Mal goes outside to Evie who’s sitting in the gazebo)

Mal: hiya.

Evie: what’s wrong with me?

Mal: how much time have ya got?

Evie: I’m being serious here. A year and a half with Doug and I can’t say it.

Mal: it took me a while to say it to Ben

Evie: six months. Compared to eighteen that’s pretty damn quick.

Mal: Don’t measure your own relationship with you’re own boyfriend by mine and my fiancé’s. Remember what Professor Porter said in science class. No two people are alike

Evie: Archimedes Q Porter is a living remnant of the Victorian era. And as such. He is full of shit half the time.

Mal: oh c’mon sis. Porter was your favourite teacher. After the other guy got done for exam favourtism. Good job on that by the way. Never liked him. Smarmy ass little bastard.

Evie: it was Doug who told on him. There was literally no way in hell chad got a 100% on a test he never studied for. It also got Royston booted off the board of governors.

Mal: finally. So. Wanna talk it out?

Evie: no. It’s just that

(She sighs. This is when “safer” happens. After the song Evie looks at Mal in shock)

Evie: what?

Mal: don’t kiss him. Let him slumber. When we off the maniacs the curse will end and Doug will wake up. Of course he’ll be heartbroken. But at least you won’t have failed. Right?

Evie: how, how COULD YOU! I can’t just leave him like this. He’s my boyfriend. I love him!

Mal: and there’s your answer. Ouch! Ooo!

(Evie just slapped her around the face. Then she hugs her)

Evie: you’re a bitch you know that right?

Mal: yes. I think you may have mentioned it before

Evie (pulling away): a giant scaled covered purple soon to be shedding bitch

Mal: and your fourth fifths of the way to becoming a suburban housewife

Evie: why is that an insult?

Mal: I dunno. Saw it on a britcom. Noe go. Go girl go. Save your Robert Phillip

(Evie lets out a happy shriek and rushes back into the house)

Vision!Ben: you did a good thing

Mal: just hope the end result is desirable for all concerned.

Ben: understandable. Doug is one if you’re closest friends.

Mal: he’s first and foremost Ben’s in the entire goddamn world. It’ll kill Ben if he doesn’t wake up. Now if you’ll excuse me I gotta go out some ice on my ol’ cheek here. Sorceress packs a punch.

(She walks back to the house. In the mirror world Doug and vision!Evie have arrived back at the mirror in Evie’s workshop. With a front row seat to his own unconscious body)

Evie: she’s here! Oh yes finally

Doug: oh thank god.

Evie: there’s probably still time for a small amount of and I’m looking at your face and I’m seeing that there isn’t.

Doug: I’m sorry. It’s just that I know your true form is me. It’d just be too weird

Evie (same time as him): too weird. I understand. Physical manifestation of your girlfriends subconscious who’s true form is yourself isn’t exactly the greatest claim to fame is it?

Doug:...please don’t make me answer that

Evie: ah yeah. The clone incident. (Perking up). We should replicate that

Doug (talking over her): no we shouldn’t. Never again (he walks right up to the mirror). C’mon E. Please. I know you can do it. Please.

Evie: it will work

Doug: you don’t know that. Neither of us know that. (To the real world). Please Evie. Honey. Just say it. Say something. Please. Or just a kiss. It doesn’t even need any gravitas. Just shove our lips together. That’ll do it. Just please do something. She’s hesitating

Evie: that shouldn’t be happening. C’mon kid. Do it. Oh god. I’m so sorry sweetheart. This is where I leave you

(She turns back into Doug, jumps out of the mirror and cuffs Evie around the back of the head)

Evie: OW! What was that for?

V!Doug: hesitating.

Evie: I’m scared. I love him. But I’m scared.

Doug: oh good god almighty. You’re impossible you know that right?

Evie: mhmm.

Doug: you know what? Fine. Bimble however long you like. I am going back into the mirror and comforting your boyfriend. Auf Widershein

Evie: I’m so so sorry. You deserve better

(In the mirror)

Doug: but you’re the best.

V!Evie: it could take some time dear.

Doug: so what do we do?

Evie: we wait

(This is when “say something” happens. After the song, in the real world, Evie crouches down beside Doug)

Evie: how do I start this? I guess I should just come right out and say it. I love you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’m sorry I let you stay here. I’m sorry I didn’t stay. And I’m sorry if you ever thought I didn’t love you. Because I do. And I’m kicking myself for letting you stay here. I should’ve brought you with me. Screw the twins you’re more important (she dodges a vodka bottle) NOT NOW UMA! I’M SPILLIMG MY HEART PUT TO MY BOYFRIEND HERE IF YOU DON’T MIND! Idiot girl. The fact of the matter is. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me Doug. I’m sorry it took so long for me to say it. That’s on me. Not you. I love you. I always will.

(This is when “never knew I needed happens”. After the song, she kisses him. In the mirror vision Evie kisses him as well)

V!Evie: see you on the other side my dear one

Doug: you too

(Doug fades away from the mirror world and wakes up in the real world with a jolt. He sits up, strokes Evie’s cheek and pulls her into a hug)

[loverontheleft]

Good Lick Charm (Revised)

Based off of two requests: “Brendon is on tour, or maybe even just away for a press day but you’re feeling naughty and proceed to send him some quality videos if yourself. Maybe he’s about to go on stage maybe he’s in the middle of an interview, but without watching the video he knows what you’ve sent him and that’s enough as he tries to hide his hard on and not come in his pants. Whoops. Sorry, not sorry.” And “Brendon is the kind of guy where y’all would have a quickie back stage before a show, stick your panties in his back pocket and do the whole show with them there only you and him knowing...Christ...why do I do this to myself?”

Brendon x reader. Warnings: Jesus Christ I think this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. I used the word “come” and its variations (came, coming, cum) 70 times (ish, give or take) between the two parts. That’s almost 1% of my words between the two parts. Which okay doesn’t sound like a lot but still. Lord. Anyway, language (obv), dirty talk, spanking, mentions of punishment, mutual masturbation, oral sex, etc.

Word count: 5.4k

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“Fuck, Y/n, you’re gonna make me come.” His voice is soft and you grin, leaning back against the pillows of your bed, fingers still working.

“That is the idea, yes.” You deadpan, before giving him a playful smile. He groans and the camera shifts a little as he settles onto his side.

“Just know if I were there, I’d wipe that smile off your face real quick.” His eyes are dark, his hair messy, and there’s a hint of stubble. You always think he’s the sexiest man you’ve ever seen, but he’s at his peak in the morning, when he’s freshly fucked or actively trying to come.

“Oooooh, you gonna spank me, Mr. Urie?” Your voice is a low purr and he nods, eyes closing and you can hear his hand speed up, the soft wet sound of his cock, slick with lube, rocking into his fist. “You gonna lay me over your lap so your hard dick is pressed into my stomach while you spank me, punish me, for teasing you?” He groans and you grin. “Gonna spank me until I’m coming in your lap, and then lift me up and set me on your cock, fucking me hard while I come around you? God baby, again, please, I’ll come again for you if you’ll just smack my ass one more time. God, grab me, take me, Brendon; love it when you fuck me while you spank me...you want me on my hands and knees? Make it easier for ya?” He nods desperately and you drop the phone to roll onto your stomach before rocking back to rest on one forearm and your knees, adjusting your phone with your free hand so it’s propped against the headboard, resting on a pillow, and he can see your face and your fingers. You’re both moaning and you squeal a little, hitting a good spot. “Brendon, love when you fuck me, holy sh- oh fuck me baby, I’m coming,” you cry out, fingers going deep. You’re trembling and whimpering his name as you come and it’s all too much; you can’t stay upright. “Miss your cock, Brendon; can’t wait to come see you,” you manage to moan face first into the mattress where you’ve collapsed. You look up at the phone, lying flat on your stomach and he’s got his head tipped back with his lips barely parted; soft, breathless grunts are slipping from his mouth and what you wouldn’t give to crawl into his lap and put your fingers in his mouth while he jacks off. “Move the camera down baby boy; you know I wanna see what I’m missing.”

“Goddamnit Y/n, you fucking rock my world,” he gasps with a smile, coming hard over his fist before pressing his dick against his stomach and stroking himself roughly. You both moan when his cum drips down the planes of his stomach and he keeps rubbing himself, focusing on the head of his cock, sighing when one last trickle makes its way down his length. You lick your lips and he chuckles, fatigue evident in his voice. “When are you headed to the airport?”

“In a few hours,” you say with a stretch. “I need to shower before I head out,” and he shakes his head, pouting. “Yes, I do need to shower,” and you laugh. “Flight leaves in six hours, which means I need to be there in four hours, which means I need to be out of the shower and ready to head to the airport in two and a half hours.”

He looks at you admiringly. “I’ll never fail to be impressed by your scheduling ability.” You roll off of the bed and grab your phone, headed for the bathroom. “Ooooh, gonna let me watch you shower?”

“And get distracted and dirty again?” You grin. “Although, those are numbers two and three on my list of favorite words that start with D.” He looks at you curiously. “Number one being ‘dick, comma, Brendon Urie’s’.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I love you so much. If you’re not going to let me watch you shower, I should probably let you go focus on that.” He sighs mournfully.

You give him a look. “Brendon Urie, you sigh like I have broken your heart just because I won’t let you see me naked and soaking wet, soap running down my - okay no, I hear it now. Okay. Yeah, your face is justified,” you tease and he groans.

“I wasn’t even thinking about the soap - dammit, honey!”

“Goodbye Brendon, I love you and I’ll see you tonight,” and you blow him a kiss. He blows one back and you end the call, waving at him.

-||-

After an uneventful flight into a far smaller airport than you’re used to, your face lights up with you see him standing in baggage claim, your bright pink suitcase already in his hand. You rush to him, throwing your arms around him and he staggers back a little; the combined weight of you and your suitcase plus the velocity at which you launched yourself at him sets him off balance. “Hi baby,” he laughs, setting your suitcase down and wrapping his other arm around you as he kisses you. You start to lift a leg up around his waist and he chuckles, petting your thigh. “Y/n, we’re in public.”

You pull back, eyes sparkling. “Lucky them; they’re getting a free ticket to a great show. I intend to climb you like a tree.” He groans and pushes gently at your leg.

“First, I’m a short tree, it shouldn’t take you long,” he teases and you roll your eyes. “Second,” and his eyes grow heavy and he bites his lip for a moment, eyes running over you. “I have plans for you back in that hotel room that will be delayed or canceled if we get arrested for public indecency.” He looks at you appreciatively again. “Although with that dress, we could start once I get you in the car.”

“Fucking love the sound of that,” you declare, taking his hand. “Lead the way.”

He guides you to the rental car, placing your suitcase in the back and opening your door. “Thank you, B,” you smile up at him as you slide into your seat, hitching the skirt of your dress up a bit.

He buckles in and looks over at you before groaning. “You’re so sexy; how do you even…I mean...holy fuck, baby.” His hand finds yours and both rest in your lap for a long moment while he finds his way out of the parking lot. “I,” Brendon declares after a moment, “am going to finger your tight little pussy until you come.” His hand slips from yours and curves over your thigh.

Your breath catches. “When we get to the hotel?”

He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “No, sweet girl. Right now.” His hand slips under your dress and he moans, low in the back of his throat. “Baby, why are you not wearing underwear?”

You grin back at him. “You know my scheduling ability means I’m very efficient with our time. I’m not wasting a moment of it by taking off a piece of clothing no one would see anyway.”

His fingers circle your lips, spreading your burgeoning wetness around and he nods thoughtfully. “Good thinking. You’re so wet, honey…”

You nod and, gripping his wrist, slide his fingers inside you. “Don’t tease me. Fuck me,” you say simply, looking at him with innocent eyes. He sighs happily, rocking his hand in and out of you, eyes on the road. You settle back in your seat and spread your legs. “Love when you play with me, Brendon,” you murmur, rolling your hips slightly to meet his thrusting fingers.

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“Baby, please,” you’re begging now, hips bucking forward. It’s been nearly thirty minutes on the road of his fingers coaxing you to the edge, only to back off and calm you down before starting all over. You’re so wet that it’s all over your thighs, and your body is shaking with tension. “Please, Brendon, I can’t take it anymore, just make me come!”

“You wanna come, angel?”

“Yes,” you practically sob, arching your back as his thumb teases your clit. “Yes, please, god Brendon, I’m so fucking wet and I just need you to make me come, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m begging you; use your thumb right on my clit like that and let me come for you.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he teases, leaning over to kiss you at a red light. His tongue, fuck, his tongue plays with yours and his thumb is rotating on your clit; you’re coming, thighs clenching around his hand, back arching, and you grab his head to kiss him harder, mewling into him as he works your body. “Damn, baby,” he murmurs when you release his head and hand. “You needed that, I guess.”

You nod, suddenly very tired. “Are we almost to the hotel? I need a nap.” He laughs lightly and takes your hand as your head falls on his shoulder, eyes closing.

“You can go to sleep baby, I’ll carry you inside,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

-||-

“Fuck, what time is it?” Your eyes snap open and you sit bolt upright in bed. Brendon is lying next to you, in a pair of sweatpants and his glasses, reading a transcript of the last interview he did with the radio station he’s due at tomorrow morning and he smiles, setting the paper aside to brush your hair out of your face.

“You’ve been asleep for maybe an hour at the most.” Your shoulders slump in relief and he kisses your forehead. “You needed the sleep, honey.”

You protest. “Yeah, but I don’t want to waste my time with you. You’ve got interviews and stuff all day tomorrow and then a show, we’ll hardly have any,” and you run your fingers up his leg, “alone time. An hour isn’t terrible, it could be worse, but it’s still a hour with you I won’t get.”

“Won’t get today,” Brendon soothes, pulling you into his lap. “I’ll cancel something next week and give you that hour back.” He nuzzles your earlobe, grinning when you shiver in pleasure. “I’ll cancel an entire day if you want to collect that hour with interest,” he murmurs and you laugh.

“B, baby, I can’t ask you to cancel press stuff. This is your job. Well, part of it. I’ll be okay.” He frowns a little and you stretch up to kiss him on the lips. “I promise I’ll be okay. I want time with you, but not at the expense of people who need you - or your name and voice at least. That would be selfish.”

“I love you, Y/n,” he tells you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “So much. Thank you for being so understanding and patient.”

“And thank you,” you whisper, turning in his arms and slipping down between his legs, “for being so kind and generous.” You palm over him and his head rolls back. “Yes B, just relax. Let me make you feel good. Up a little, baby.” You tug at the waistband of his pants and he raises his hips as requested, making it easier for you to slip them down his legs. “B, no underwear?” You grin at him wickedly. “Naughty, aren’t we?”

“We indeed. I learn from the best.” He smirks, head still back on the pillow, his chest rising and falling as you kiss his thighs, hands following your mouth until you’re kissing the head of his cock, letting a hand curl around him. You reach for your phone on the bedside table and tap in the code quickly; your anniversary. Scrolling urgently before he opens his eyes, you open up the voice memos and click record. You turn the screen off and set your phone down silently. Before he even notices your absence, you’re licking him with long, slow strokes of your tongue.

“Jesus Christ Y/n, forgot how good your tongue feels on my dick. It’s been...what, five days? Fuck it’s been too long,” he groans, sinking down to get more level for you and running his hands through your hair tenderly. “So fucking good.” You wink up at him and he sighs happily when you cover him in your mouth. “God, so warm and wet and your tongue is so soft,” he sighs, inhaling sharply when you pull almost all the way off to suck a little harder at the head of his cock, your tongue teasing the slit, coaxing his pre-cum out of him. “Baby,” he murmurs when you take him deep again, tongue rolling and rubbing all the way down. You moan around him before pulling up quickly, tongue flicking rapidly just under the head and he gasps, both of his hands in your hair, just holding you in place. “Fuck,” he hisses when your hand speeds up to match the pace of your tongue and his hips are twitching; you’re sure he’s close so you stop short, kissing the tip, letting your tongue lazily rub over him.

“Love you,” you whisper, letting his cock rest against your lips, which you’ve pressed into a slight pout to cradle him. “God, love sucking you off, baby…” you look up at him longingly and he groans, petting your hair. “Can I touch myself, Bren?”

“Please,” he whispers, watching you through heavy eyes and moaning when you slip two fingers inside yourself. You can feel your eyelashes flutter with your sigh of pleasure and you lick him gently. “Rub your clit, Y/n,” he tells you, pushing the head of his dick back between your waiting lips. “Yeah, baby, that’s so good,” he sighs, and you whimper as your fingers go deeper and your tongue moves in quick circles over him. “So sexy, you getting off while sucking me, keep going babygirl, make yourself come, I want you to come with my dick in your mouth.”

“Oh god,” you whisper, pulling his dick out of your mouth and rubbing your clit roughly, eyes meeting his. “I wanna swallow all your cum, baby boy,” you tell him and he groans. “I’m gonna come on my fingers for you, and I want you to come on my tongue for me.” Your fingers slow down and you press more firmly on your clit, before letting your fingers slip deep inside yourself. Your other hand is stroking his dick insistently into your open mouth, tongue flicking out underneath him, teasing him.

“Holy fuck Y/n, you’re so-“ and his hips jerk forward and he’s breathing hard, fingers tightening in your hair. “I’m gonna,” he gasps, “I’m gonna come.”

You whimper, nodding, and add a third finger, rocking hard against your palm so your clit is getting attention too. “Do it,” you tell him, begging him. “Fucking do it Brendon, come on my tongue, let me have you, taste you, swallow you.” Your own hips rock sharply and you gasp, closing your lips over the tip of his cock, hand still jacking him firmly as your orgasm hits. “Oh Jesus fuck,” you pull back to groan before taking him again, a muffled squeal leaving you as your entire body trembles and quakes.

“Goddamn Y/n,” Brendon grunts, holding your head and you drop your jaw so he can thrust into your mouth fully as he starts to come, spurting over your tongue. You whimper again and suck harder, knowing he loves when you take him deeper as he comes. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he chants breathlessly, head falling back on the pillow as you let him rock freely into your mouth as you swallow around him. “Your mouth, baby, I fucking love your sweet mouth, coming in your mouth…” he breaks off with a groan. “Only thing better is your tight little pussy; god I fucking love you.”

“Yeah?” You rock back on your calves, grinning and licking your lips. “You like that? Coming in me?” You roll back so you’re flat on your back between his legs, head pointed towards the foot of the bed. He nods and you grin, propping yourself up on your forearms. “Then you should get down here and come in me. My pussy misses your dick and all that hot cum I just swallowed…you’d better have more for my pussy, my best nights are when you come in me twice...” Your dress came off before he put you in bed, and you wiggle out of your panties now before rolling onto your stomach so he can unhook your bra. “You want me to stay like this, hands and knees for you?”

He nods and, knowing you can’t see him, kisses the back of your neck while running a hand over your back. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “Hands and knees; but get comfortable because it’s gonna take me a while to come again.” He spanks you suddenly and you can’t muffle the guttural moan coming from you.

“God, Brendon, you gonna punish me now for being a cocktease?” Your voice is playful but he knows you’re serious. You might not have teased him just now, but you were so bad this morning. “You should,” you gasp, rocking back against his palm. “Spank me hard til my cum is literally dripping down my thighs, tell me I’ve been bad, such a bad girl; punish me.”

God fucking damn,” he hisses when he slides into you. “Still so fucking tight for me.”

“Yeah B,” you say with a nod. “So fucking tight and wet, just waiting for you to fuck me. Take my pussy, fuck me hard, make me scream until my voice gives out. I want to be sore tomorrow.”

-||-

You’re wailing his name, face in your arms on a pillow and he’s fucking you at a merciless pace. “Damn right Y/n, say my name, let them know who fucks you so good,” he tells you and tangles a hand in your hair. “Want you to come all over my hard cock, so let me help you some,” and his fingers slip off of your hips and find your clit. You shriek, bucking back against him hard. “That’s it baby, just let go and come on me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you keen, digging your fingers into the mattress. “I’m coming, baby, I’m coming.”

“Yes, babygirl, that’s it, lemme feel that perfect pussy squeeze my dick.” His hand tightens in your hair and he jerks your head back so he can kiss your neck. “Fucking love you, baby,” he moans, and you arch back, whimpering his name. “Goddamn, you feel my cock?” You nod desperately and he kisses behind your ear. “You feel what you do to me, you nasty little thing? You want to feel me come in your hot, tight pussy? You want my cum in you?”

“Please,” you cry, and he smacks your ass and bites your neck as he jolts forward one more time, spilling into you, hot and fast. “Oh fuck!” Feeling him makes you climax hard again, legs going out from under you and you curl into the bed. He gasps and grabs his dick and manages to not collapse on top of you but rolls off to one side, jacking himself roughly, cum rolling down his fingers. He’s bucking and moaning and his eyes are shut tight. “Baby, you are so good, want all of you in me.” You straddle him, guiding him back into your heat, rocking in his lap. “Come in me, Brendon,” you whisper insistently and you grab the hand he was using, sucking his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them off. He groans once more and his hips twitch as he fills you. Once he’s finished, breathing hard, you slip out of his lap and snuggle under his arm and he presses you to him fully. You lay there for a moment before crossing your legs and rocking your hips up to swing your legs over his so you’re slightly elevated.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He’s stroking your hair and rubbing your thighs and you grin.

“Keeping your cum inside me.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, you little freak,” he whispers with a wide grin, fingers moving over your back. You yawn and he smiles, smoothing your hair back out of your eyes. “Get some rest, babygirl.”

-||-

“Y/n, honey, I gotta go.” He sounds sad and you whimper when your eyes open. “I’ll be out all day. Interview starts at seven, then some promo shoots and sound check at three. See you at sound check?” You nod, arching up to kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. “Love you, Y/n. Love you so much,” he sighs, pulling back and heading for the hotel room door.

You blink a few times and settle back into the bed, setting an alarm for 6:55am and falling back asleep. When your alarm blares, you let your hand flail on the screen until it stops. You clutch it and pull it over, opening up your voice memos. Finding the most recent one from last night, you click “share” and send it to Brendon. You close your eyes and drift back off, smiling to yourself.

-||-

Brendon’s phone buzzes and he reaches for it when he sees your name flash up on the screen. He’s supposed to have only five minutes til the interview but they’re having some technical difficulties so he can text you quickly while the radio hosts get comfortable. He slides the message open and grins, clicking on the voice memo. Often, you’ll send him voice memos when you know he’s got an obligation but texting is too much work and you don’t want his phone to ring or vibrate. Brendon’s told you of course that his phone is on silent or with Zack and you won’t bother him if you call to leave a voicemail. But, and Brendon smiles, you like your voice memos. He doesn’t realize the sound is up high, so when his own voice pours from the speaker, he’s confused and it takes him a moment to process what he’s hearing.

Jesus Christ Y/n, forgot how good your tongue feels on my dick. It’s been...what, fiv-“

His eyes go wide and he fumbles with the phone, trying to get it to stop. Both of the hosts are looking at him in glee and he groans. So much for not talking about his girlfriend at this interview, he thinks ruefully, shaking his head in amusement. The technical director comes back in and looks pleased. “We’re ready to go if you are, Brendon.” He nods, slipping his phone into his pocket, shifting a little uncomfortably when his jeans start feeling too tight.

“So, Brendon,” Zach, the male host, says with a broad grin once they’re on air. “How’s Y/n?” Brendon laughs and Zach smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s doing well, thanks.” Brendon smiles innocently and Zach presses further.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen her? It’s gotta be hard,” and Brendon shifts in his seat, “to be away from her for so long. How long has it been? Five���?” He lets the question hang in the air.

“Days,” Brendon states, trying not to laugh. “Five days.”

Emily, the female host, leans forward. “Really? Only five days?”

“Yep,” Brendon says with a decisive nod. “Five long, hard days. But she’s visiting this weekend, so I’m glad to have her here.”

Zach grins. “I’m sure you are.”

-||-

An hour later, the interview is over, and Brendon closes his eyes, willing his erection away. His phone has been on vibrate the entire time and he can only assume it’s you, blowing his phone up. The arousal is a combination of hearing himself about to get his dick sucked - he has no idea how long the recording goes, but God, he hopes he’ll hear you beg to touch yourself and then come for him - and the various ways he’s going to punish you for this stunt. He slips his phone from his pocket and groans; you’ve sent him a series of photos and videos, each escalating in “not safe for work” content, until the final video is very similar to how his yesterday morning started. This time however, while still on your hands and knees, you’re not using your fingers, but you’re thrusting a curved vibrator into yourself. His phone’s media volume is still muted from your voice memo so he can’t hear you, but he’s pretty good at reading your lips and he’s getting even harder. “Fuck,” he hisses, clicking his phone screen off and tipping his head back, running a palm down his face.

Zack comes in and lingers in the doorway. “We’ve gotta go, Brendon. We’re on a schedule.” Brendon blinks slowly, concentrating on various decidedly unsexy things and finally he puts his palms down on the arms of the chair and stands up. “By the way,” Zack says as the two men walk out of the radio station. “Y/n texted me, wanted to make sure you got her message.” Brendon groans, dropping his head into one hand, leaning against the wall. Zack stops short. “You good, man?”

“No,” Brendon admits with a short laugh. “She’s trying to kill me. She sent me a voice memo of us fucking last night right before the interview and I accidentally played the first part of it - loud- and she’s sent like ten different photos and a video of herself, obviously missing me.” He tries to phrase it delicately and Zack laughs, giving Brendon a knowing look and Brendon sighs, shaking his head. “I’m very lucky. I’m very turned on right now and I can’t do shit about it, so she’s gonna get punished tonight...but yeah, I’m very lucky. I do recognize that.”

-||-

“Call her,” Brendon groans at Zack from the back of the dressing room he’s been given for this final shoot. “Call Y/n and tell her she’d better be ready for the fucking of her life, because these pants are so fucking tight and I am still so fucking hard for her; I swear you can see every detail of my dick through this leather.”

“The fans will love that,” Zack drawls and Brendon laughs, telling him to shut up. “Now this message for Y/n...were you serious? Cus I’ll do it. We both know I’ll do it.” Zack poses the question and Brendon pauses in thought.

“Not yet. Let’s get through this shoot and maybe after that. She’s coming to sound check after all.”

The shoot is agony but Brendon knows the photos will look good at least; he’s radiating sexual tension right now and it’ll show in the photos. The photographer is obviously thrilled. He’s not even as hard anymore, he thinks to himself; his erection probably won’t be noticed in the photos. “Okay, I think we got some great stuff,” the photographer declares and Brendon rolls his shoulders back, stretching a little. He wasn’t physically uncomfortable but being photographed for so long and changing so many times took its toll. “Thanks so much!” The photographer and magazine staff continue to thank him and wave as he and Zack head to the dressing room.

“I,” Brendon declares as he drops onto the couch, “am going to fuck her senseless. How long til sound check?” Zack tosses him his phone and Brendon hits the home button, trying to ignore the twelve messages from you. “It’s 2:15, we probably have time to eat something and then head to the stadium.” Zack agrees and Brendon heads back to change. “Even though there’s only one thing I wanna eat right now,” he mutters to himself, scrolling through the additional videos you’ve sent. Fucking yourself with your vibrator, a few in the shower - one more innocent than the other, where you make excellent use of the handheld shower head, and one that appears to just be you curled up in bed, talking to him. He clicks on that one, missing your voice.

“Hi baby! I hope your day is going well and I’m not torturing you too badly; I miss you and can’t wait to see you at sound check. God, you get me hot. Wish you could feel my pussy, oh fuck Brendon, I’m so fucking wet for you.” He pauses the video and blinks. That was a sharp left turn. He decides to see where you’re going with this, so he presses play. It’s not like he can get any harder; he’s half-undressed, fully erect again, and leaking pre-cum. You tend to have that zero-to-sixty effect on him. You zoom back out and Brendon groans; you’re totally naked and rubbing your clit lazily with a single finger, head on your arm as you recline on your side. “You wanna lick my pussy, baby? You wanna eat your girlfriend out backstage? I want you to. I wanna come on your face at least once. Please make me come later. I know I’m gonna get punished for these videos, but you know I fucking love how you punish me. Even if it’s not a spanking, I love when you tell me how naughty and nasty I am, how you fuck me hard and rough on my hands and knees and tell me it's because I’m your nasty girl that you’re fucking me like this, not even playing with my sweet little clit til I’m begging you for it; god Brendon, fuck me, fuck me like the naughty and nasty girl I am; call me your bad girl, spank me, pull my hair, come in me, come in me, Jesus make me take your cum deep in me, please Brendon, please come punish me, punish my little pussy with your hard cock; yes, baby, like that, yes, gimme your cum, fuck!” You’re panting and moaning and writhing on screen as you orgasm with a sharp squeal followed by a low, drawn-out moan. “God, Brendon, I just came so fucking hard. These sheets are...fuck, Brendon, holy fuck. I’ve been so bad and I need to be punished.” Brendon’s fighting the urge to jerk himself to the video from the beginning.

Instead, he texts you quickly. “You’d better be ready, because you’ve been incredibly naughty,” before changing and purposefully hitting his head against the wall, trying to get the picture of you and the sound of you coming out of his head. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, as he staggers backwards, putting his hand on his forehead. Zack comes to the back room and gives him a quizzical look. “I’m so fucking turned on by that woman and now my head hurts.” Brendon mutters, and Zack only looks more confused. “I hoped that by hitting my head, I could focus on the pain and not my thoughts. It didn’t work.”

“No, I would imagine not. Come on, we’re getting food.” Zack turns and walks back to the car and Brendon follows wearily, his entire body tense and waiting for you.

-||-

You catch an Uber to the stadium, texting both Brendon and Zack that you’re about five minutes away. Zack replies that Brendon is on stage but he’ll come let you in through the artist entrance. You time it well, because as your driver is pulling up, Zack is opening the door.

“You, ma’am, are in for it,” he tells you and you grin, slipping under his arm and into the hall. “He has been on edge all day, and I don’t know what you sent him, but he actually hit his head against the wall to try to get rid of his boner.” You make a face at the word and he chuckles. “My bad; I forgot I was in the presence of a lady. My point being, dude is a stretched rubber band.”

You smile. “Poor boy. I better take good care of him.”

Zack claps his hands over his ears. “Don’t need to hear anything else; I assume I’m gonna hear plenty because those dressing room walls are paper thin.” You smirk and Zack leads you down the tunnel and suddenly you’re on the stadium floor and in awe.

You’re stunned, turning on the spot. He calls your name and it booms from the colossal speakers. You must jump a foot in the air and he chuckles. You turn to face the stage and he hops down off the side, walking towards you with purpose, gold mic still in his hand. “I think we’re good, guys, take it easy until call-time.” He flicks something on the side of the mic and pulls you in close. “I hope you’re ready to get fucked, and hard.” You look at him, amused, and it hits him as his words echo through the stadium. He closes his eyes. “My mic is still on.” You nod. “I just said I was going to fuck you hard and everyone heard it.” You stifle your laughter and he groans. “I just did it again, didn’t I?”

You grin and take the mic from his hand, turning it off, before taking his hand and dragging him back down the tunnel, pausing to throw his mic to Zack. You both leave the stadium to catcalls and he groans, pushing you up against the wall. “Jesus Christ, you don’t even know how worked up you’ve had me all day.” He kisses you fiercely, tongue seeking yours as his hands lift you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “I hope you didn’t overstimulate yourself too much back at the hotel, baby, because I have plans for you.”

He kicks the door to the dressing room shut behind him and you’re kissing him hard, legs tight around his waist. He pulls back from your embrace and looks at you with heavy eyes. “Get on the couch.” You drop your legs and saunter over to the couch, sitting down and crossing your legs. “Strip for me, pretty baby.” He leans against the door, arms crossed, watching you as you unbutton your jeans and push them down your thighs. Once you’ve kicked them off, you tug your shirt over your head and you look at him expectantly. “Bra too. Leave the panties on.” He almost sounds bored, except for the smirk playing on his lips and the glint in his eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” you sigh, stretching out on the couch, rolling onto your stomach and resting your chin in your hands and gazing at him adoringly. He grins, pulling his T-shirt off and letting his hands linger on the button of his leather pants. “Yeah, Bren, get naked with me,” you coax, winking at him.

“Mmmm, no.” You give him an inquisitive look and he launches himself onto the couch, pouncing on you. “Turn over,” he tells you, and you turn under him, arching up to kiss him. “No,” he chides, touching your nose. “You’re being punished, Y/n.”

You pout. “You’ve never withheld kisses before.” You look up at him with big eyes. “I don’t like it.”

“You’ve never tormented me when I have to be composed and in control on radio and in front of cameras.” He kisses your neck. “And oh god, you did torment me. I’ve been so hard all day from your videos and thinking about how I’m going to get you back for that shit.” You grin and his hands move over your breasts and down your stomach, gripping your hips. “And now I’ve got you under me, almost completely naked, and it’s my turn to torment you.” He kisses your neck again, rocking back onto his heels to kiss over your collarbone, nipping lightly, smiling against your skin when you yelp with pleasure. His mouth moves down over your breasts and you sigh as he captures one of your nipples between his lips, tongue moving in soft circles, while his hand teases the other. “So soft,” he mumbles, suckling a bit harder and you moan, arching into his mouth.

“Bren,” you plead, clawing at his back. “Baby, I’m so wet, please just-“

“Don’t beg yet; it won’t help you. I’ll tell you when I’m breaking and becoming susceptible to your pleas for orgasm.” He looks up at you through his lashes, smiling and switching to your other nipple. His hands are making soft circles on your sides and he abandons your breasts to kiss down your stomach. You whimper, tensing under his lips. “But I do love those soft sounds you make for me, babygirl. Feel free to keep moaning and whining under me, they’re so fucking sexy; going straight to my dick.”

“You feel so good,” you sigh, gripping his shoulders. “Love you..,fuck Brendon, need you.”

“What did I say about the begging?” He grins up at you, tongue making circles around your navel. “It won’t help yet. Key word being ‘yet,’ I hope you’ve noticed, because you will be begging for it later.” He looks at you innocently and drags his tongue down over your panties, dipping under the waistband before moving down over your heat, breathing hot air, making you shiver. “Cold, babygirl?” You shake your head and he laughs. “I know. You just want my tongue on your clit, don’t you?”

You nod desperately, moving a hand from his shoulder to his hair, tugging lightly. “I know you said begging wouldn’t help but my god, Brendon, it’s all I know how to do right now. You feel so good, I want more.” He closes his mouth over you, tongue massaging you through the black silk and you’re breathing hard, rocking your hips in small circles, desperate for more. “Baby, can we at least take them off?” He shakes his head and you’re so wet, but you’re not sure if it’s you, his saliva, or both- it’s probably both. Either way, he could strip you all the way down and you’d be more than ready for him, no matter how rough he wanted to be with you.

”I wanna taste you through them. I won’t be sure you’re wet enough for me until I can taste you.” He gazes up at you from between your legs, mouthing over you and pressing his tongue to you firmly. “Lemme taste you, baby. Taste so fucking good, I wanna taste you right now through your pretty panties.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, and he props himself up over you and starts rubbing you through the silky material, smiling when you roll your hips over his fingers. “God, Brendon, please press a little harder; make me come in my panties, oh Jesus, please.” You’re writhing under him and you’re surprised when he does as you ask, two fingers pressing firmly against your opening and his thumb rubbing your covered clit. “Yes, fuck yes,” you whimper and he goes faster, watching you intently.

“Come for me Y/n. Right now, on my fingers.” His voice is so soft but his tone is firm; your back arches and your thighs tense as your climax rocks through you. “Look at my naughty girl, following instructions so nicely. There’s hope for you yet,” he teases, fingers moving more gently now. “Feels okay, babygirl?” You’re still breathing hard and can’t find the words, so you just nod vigorously. He smiles and shifts back down between your legs. His eyes on yours, he pulls your panties to one side and licks over you once. Your moan is broken and desperate, while his is satisfied and aroused. “God, could eat your pussy forever,” he sighs, resting his head on your thigh and licking you with long, slow strokes, thumb holding your underwear out of the way. “So hot and soft and sweet...damn, Y/n, I’m a lucky man.”

You manage a breathless laugh. “I think I’m the lucky one, B. Never had a man go down on me half as often, or a fraction as good as you. God, if we could live in bed, I bet you’d take a full day just to eat me out.”

His tongue pauses and he looks up at you. “Is that a request? Because if that’s what you want, baby…” he licks you again and pulls back to kiss your inner thighs. “It’ll probably have to be after the tour but…”

You groan, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face back. “Don’t tease me with your talk of all-day pussy eating.” He looks offended and pulls back again.

“I’m not teasing you...at least, I’m not teasing you about doing it. I’ll do it. It could be a new form of torture. Licking and sucking this perfect specimen all fucking day but not letting you come til 11:59pm...or should I try to set a record? How many times can I get you off in one day before you’re a shaking mess? How fast can I get you to come on my face? How long can I work at one, delaying, until you’re grinding on my tongue, begging for it?”

“Jesus Brendon, I don’t think my clit could take a whole day,” you muse and he tugs your panties down your thighs, distracting you. “Fucking finally,” you say, and he chuckles, sitting back on his heels before perching on the arm of the couch. He watches you for a long moment and you wriggle impatiently. “B.” He meets your eyes with a smile. “My pussy. Your tongue. Licking. Sucking. Yes?” You give him an expectant look, gesturing, and he smirks, just looking at you, naked on his dressing room couch. You go to sit up.

“Nuh uh. No ma’am. Stay down. I’m looking at you. Appreciating you.” His eyes move over you slowly, and you let out a frustrated whine. “Patience,” he chides, cocking his head to one side and biting his lip. “Just wanna really take it all in, your body, your eyes, all of you. How you look in this moment. How lucky I am. How sweet and good you are, even when you’re being a brat and torturing me mercilessly.” He grins. “How much I love you. So let me look, Y/n, please baby; let me just look at you for a minute.” You melt, nodding. “Okay,” he says and claps his hands together and rolls his head gently, stretching out his neck. “I’ve gotten a good look. This is a great ‘before’ image; it’s time to make a filthy ‘after.’”

-||-

“Oh sweet Jesus, yes,” you groan, clutching at his head between your thighs. “Brendon, your tongue…”

He looks up at you, dragging his tongue over your opening and grins when you moan again. “I’m so bad at punishing you,” he comments and you smirk, gripping the back of his head and pushing him back against you. “But I don’t mind,” he says, muffled.

You laugh and grind against his face, moaning when the bridge of his nose presses against your clit. “Fuck, Brendon,” you gasp, your back arching and hips rocking. “God - fuck, oh shit - just...Brendon, please, baby - what are you doing?”

He’s pulled back and is gazing at you again longingly, licking his lips. “Do you even know? Do you even know how much I fucking love eating you out?” He leans forward to rest his head on your thigh, teasing you with two fingers gently. “God, I can’t even begin to explain...but...oh my god, you just feel so good, the way you envelop my tongue, your clit rubbing on me, the way your walls tremble when you’re about to come, and holy fuck, baby, you taste so good...god, I almost feel like you’re the one giving me something, because fuck, I love getting my lips on you, fucking you with my tongue...flicking your clit with the tip of my tongue while I fuck you hard with my fingers, hitting your G-spot, getting you screaming my name and coming hard in my mouth, fuck…” he’s looking up at you and his eyes are slightly glazed with lust.

“Tease,” you hiss, grinning and stroking his hair. “And you said you were bad at punishing me…”

Brendon seems to ignore your remark but he grins, kissing your thigh. “And the way you wrap your thighs around my head and rub your pussy all over my mouth while you come, goddamn...sometimes I think I might tie you down, just to see if you’ll scream louder if you can’t thrash as much, but I really fucking love having to wrap my arms around your thighs and hold you in place.” He takes a steadying breath, moaning quietly as your walls tighten around his fingers. “God, I could come from your pussy on my face. Come here, baby.” He slides off the couch and turns you so you’re reclining against the back of the couch. Before he drops to his knees, he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down, stepping out of them. He nudges them aside with his foot and pulls your calves over his shoulders as he settles back down on the floor. You run a hand through his hair and he rubs his head against your palm, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I love you.” He reaches up to grab your hips and pulls you forward to the edge of the couch.

“I love you t-ooooh, fuck,” you whine as his thumbs spread you and he pushes his tongue in deep. “Oh god, Brendon, my pussy, lick it baby; fuck yes, right there,” you moan, hips rocking roughly, fingers teasing your nipples. “Gonna make me come.”

Brendon looks up at you, mouth massaging your core, hand pumping slowly around his dick. He winks at you as his tongue twists inside you. “Baby, Brendon, make me come, I wanna come so badly,” and your voice is a soft whimper. He nods against you, pulling back to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue and slide in two fingers from his free hand. “More,” you beg, and he chuckles, adding a third finger, thrusting hard as his tongue moves in small circles. “Oh- oh fuck, there, there, there, oh God oh Brendon, I can’t - oh, please, God, fuck!” You let out a sharp whine as you come, and he moans, tongue lapping at you urgently and his hand a blur.

“Oh my God, I need you to fuck me,” you insist and he nods, licking you once more before crawling back up between your legs and, guiding his cock, rocking into you.

“You want it?” His voice is soft and you nod, pulling his mouth to yours. “You need it, baby?” You whisper your ‘yes’ against his lips and he kisses you fiercely, desperately, lifting one of your legs high on his hip. “Denying you kisses was a terrible idea…never again. You gonna come for me again, if I ask nicely?”

“Yes, Brendon, I’ll come as many times as you want me to, just don’t stop,” you whisper, and he smiles, kissing your forehead.

“That’s my girl.” He kisses your lips again, moaning into your mouth. “My good, sweet babygirl.”

“I’m not naughty or nasty anymore?” You grin, mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ as his hips snap forward.

He leaves your lips and moves down your neck, hands sliding up to cup your breasts. “Do you want to be?” He teases your nipples with his thumbs, tongue moving over your neck.

“I want you to fuck me like I am,” you admit and he lifts his head to smile at you. “Love when you’re gentle and tender, but I was teasing myself too and I do want it rough and hard and dirty and, oh fuck…”

He drops your leg and rocks back, pulling out of you and shifting onto his back. “Climb up, babygirl.” You smile and giggle, straddling him. “Ride my cock, honey. We’re running out of time,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek before moving his hand back to gather your hair in his hand and tugging. You let out a sharp moan and he pulls again, getting you to buck your hips hard. “So it’s gonna be rough and hard and dirty, but it’ll have to be quick too.”

“Uh huh,” you whimper, and he grabs your ass with his other hand, pulling you down onto him and rocking up into you. “Oh fuck, Brendon…” you put down a hand to brace yourself as you grind against him, aiming for his chest but, with your head tipped back from his grasp, you miss and your palm lands on his face.

He starts laughing and you grin, biting your lip and sliding your hand back to grip his hair. “You could have left it on my face. We agreed rough and dirty.” You shake your head, laughing a little too.

“This works better. Besides, we can fix your hair far more easily than a handprint on your face,” you point out, rocking harder. He grins, moaning your name as you bend over, grinding all the while, to press your lips to his forehead.

“You’re so fucking tight; you’re gonna be the death of me.”

-||-

“Brendon, I swear to god...no, let me appeal to the person in charge. Y/n, I swear to god, if he’s not out here, dressed and ready to go in the next ten minutes, I’m coming in to get him,” Zack warns and Brendon laughs quietly.

“Y/n can’t talk right now, her mouth is otherwise occupied,” he calls and ends with a short grunt and “oh fuck baby, your sweet mouth…” and you giggle around his three fingers in your mouth. You’re sucking hard, eyes heavy, and you can feel everything in you boiling over; you’re so close.

Zack sighs and you can hear the rest of the band reacting. “I mean it. Nine minutes now.”

“Yessir,” you call, and it’s garbled which is exactly what you wanted. Brendon tries to muffle his laughter as everyone in the other room groans.

“You’re bad,” he tells you, eyes sparkling. “Come for me. One more time before I have to go, come on baby, gimme one more.” He smacks your ass and you moan around his fingers.

“Brendon, I’m gonna…” you’re weak from the tension and he nods urgently. “Oh god, come in me, Bren, please.” He nods, hips twitching under you, thrusts growing sloppier, uncoordinated. “Oh fuck, I’m right there,” you whisper and he bites his lip, his climax rocking through both of you. “Yes!” Your cry is shrill and loud as his fingers slip from your mouth and you don’t even care. “Brendon, fuck me, come in me, fill my pussy up, fuck fuck fuck!”

“Jesus Y/n, come on my cock, your tight pussy feels so good, come on me babygirl, you’re gonna fucking kill me, fucking me like this; oh fuck, take it baby, take me!”

-||-

“You,” and he kisses you hard as the rest of the band lingers in the doorway, “are incredible. And I’ll be back.” He kisses your forehead and you smile, back in your jeans and his tee. Your hair is a mess and your lips are bruised and swollen; anyone looking at you can see you’ve been thoroughly fucked.

“Bren-“ you call out, stretching out a hand. “You’ve got something in your back pocket.”

He turns and winks. “That I do, baby.” You look closer and gasp a little. He thumbs the edge of your panties and tucks them in a little firmer, smirking.

-||-

You’re standing on the side of the stage, out of sight, watching in adoration. The crowd cheers wildly as he lands the backflip and there’s a moment of silence after before another roar. You peer up on the stage, confused, and Brendon is bent double, laughing. “So these are my girlfriend’s,” he announces into the microphone and you let out a squeak, covering your face as the crowd screams. “I’m sure she’s furious with me right now, but these are my good lick- um,” and he gives a short awkward laugh, “luck charm. My good luck charm.” You are dying; you want the floor to swallow you. Everyone knows how Brendon Urie feels about pussy, but now they know for sure, and they know because of your underwear. “That’s my advice for you - find a person who brings you to your knees-“ and the crowd cheers again, prompting him to laugh, shaking his head. “-yeah, yeah, we all know what my favorite food is - anyway, someone who brings you to your knees but makes you feel like you’re on top of the world at the same damn time...let me just tell you, I’m so weak for her, I’d do anything she asked of me in a heartbeat, no questions asked, but she makes me feel so strong and capable, like I can conquer the world with her in my arms. Damn, I want to marry that girl.” The stadium explodes and your eyes are wide. He turns and catches your eye and smiles softly.

“You’re forgiven,” you mouth, beaming. “And yes.” His smile widens, and he blows you a kiss before he crosses to the side you’re waiting on and the crowd screams as he disappears. He’s standing in front of you, mic in his hand and you switch it off, kissing him fervently, and he doesn’t protest when you wrap your legs around him; he lifts you higher and moans quietly when your tongues meet, kissing you deeply. “Go finish your show,” you murmur, running your hands through his hair. “I’ll be here.” He kisses you once more and you untangle yourself from him, looking up at him in wonder. He pulls you tight and kisses the top of your head.

“I love you. Are you really saying yes?” he whispers the question, eyes wide and vulnerable.

“I love you. I’m really saying yes, assuming you’re really asking,” you reply, snuggling into his chest and feeling like your heart could burst when he nods. “Now go give the people what they paid for.”

He smiles, takes your left hand and kisses it gently before he hauls himself back on stage, trotting back to center. “Well, you guys are the first to hear, so you can brag online; you were there at the show where Brendon Urie dropped his girlfriend’s underwear on stage and she forgave him. And,” he pauses, unable to stop smiling. “Agreed to marry him.”

[incognitofujoshi]

I Think I’ve Always Cared for You Ch. 4 (T-rated)

At the end of their 4th period class, Japanese, the students of class 1-A packed up, grouped up, and bolted for lunch. Todoroki, Midoriya, Uraraka, Asui, and Iida lingered, awaiting everyone else to file out first. 

Asui and Uraraka both went over to Deku’s desk. “Are you ready for lunch, Midoriya Kun?” Asui put her right hand up to her face, as if resting her cheek in her palm. Her tongue hung out to the side, with a grin.

“Almost.” Izuku pulled his bag over his shoulder and walked up to Shoto’s desk. “Todoroki Kun, will you join us for lunch?” He tilted his head to the side and smiled wide. His eyes closed and it added to the adorable glow around him. 

Shoto almost swallowed his own tongue. Izuku was too cute for his own good. He stood pin straight.

“Uwwaaaa! Todoroki Kun is having lunch with us?” Uraraka rushed over, and put her hands on her cheeks in awe. 

Shoto nodded. “If I’m not intruding…” He looked down at the ground, and awaited their answers.

“Of course not! I invited you.” Izuku reached his hand out, and put it on Shoto’s shoulder. He squeezed it reassuringly. The red and white haired young man looked over to Izuku’s hand, and let a rose color dust across his nose.

“Please join us!” Iida walked up to the group, and smiled invitingly. He put his hand on Shoto’s other shoulder.

“Lunch will be so much more fun with you, Todoroki Kun”, Asui croaked.

“So what’s your favorite food?”, Uraraka asked, already convinced he was coming.

Beginning to feel overwhelmed, Shoto distracted himself with grabbing his school bag off of the back of his chair. “I really like Soba.” He hit his spiral, with loose papers stacked atop it, against the surface of his desk to keep everything level , before placing them in his desk. 

When he looked back up, everyone stared at him with adoring smiles. Shoto wasn’t sure what to do. His classmates were staring at him. His palms began to sweat, and he darted his eyes around, uncomfortable, but not displeased. 

Izuku grabbed his hand, to lead him out of the classroom, to the Lunch Rush Cafeteria. “ Did you pack your lunch? Or are you getting it here?” 

As Midoriya and Todoroki walked out of the classroom, Iida, Asui, and Uraraka followed behind them, closely. “I don’t see Todoroki Kun in the cafeteria often.” Asui contemplated, aloud. 

Uraraka put her index finger to her chin and nodded in agreement. Iida responded, by asking, “Todoroki Kun, do you usually eat outside?” 

“I packed my lunch.” He answered Izuku, then turned to Iida. “And sometimes; I was going to today. The wind felt good this morning.” Shoto allowed his freckled guide to lead him down the hallways of UA,  so he could continue to feel him hold his hand. 

“That sounds great! I need to get my lunch in the cafeteria; can I meet you by the entrance?” Iida turned from Shoto to the two young women. “Did you bring your lunches Uraraka and Asui?” 

“Our lunch is packed.” Uraraka turned to Asui and rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. “I just got some new jellies, and I know you like Jelly, so I made us PB&J sandwiches.” 

“Thank You Ochaco Chan!” Tsuyu jumped up to hug Ochaco from the side. “You’re so thoughtful!” Ochaco used her anti-gravity quirk to lighten Tsu, and carry her on her back.

“I still need to get mine too, Iida Kun.” Izuku let go of Shoto’s hand, and turned to Iida, once they reached the entrance of the cafeteria. 

With quick goodbyes, Uraraka, Asui, and Todoroki went to pick up their lunches, while Iida and Midoriya waited in line to received theirs. Asui and Uraraka were the first to arrive at their meeting spot. Todoroki was the next to arrive, and spied them both conversing intimately. He approached slowly, as not to startle them, but as soon as he came into their view, their eyes were locked on him. 

“Can we ask you something Todoroki Kun?” Uraraka and Asui both cornered him by the cafeteria entrance.

He knew he was trapped, and he should have been expecting the question, but the boldness still shocked him. Uraraka rose on her tip toes, Asui behind her, and whispered in Todoroki’s ear, “Do you like Midoriya Kun?” 

In that moment, Shoto was grateful that his container with his soba was well wrapped in the blanket he’d grabbed, as it would have surely spilled everywhere when he dropped it in surprise. He quickly crouched down to pick up his lunch, and avoid the awkward stares. “Doesn’t everyone? He’s friends with the whole class.”

Ochaco, piecing his response and pink visage together, pushed the question. “…I mean romantically. We won’t tell anyone.” She smiled smugly. 

“What if I do?” Shoto’s defensive nature kicked in, seeing her over-confident expression. 

“Then Ochaco Chan and I want to help.” Asui answered. Both of the women smiled at him, and gave him knowing winks.

Realizing he had answered their question inadvertently with his antics, and hearing their wish to help, Shoto let a confused and frustrated sigh slip from his lips. Weighing the pros and cons of their help, he ultimately decided that they knew Izuku better than he did. Any help was welcome, when you didn’t know anything about relationships. “Thank You.”

Uraraka and Asui jumped up and down, filled with glee. 

Both Midoriya and Iida walked up to the group, lunches in hand, and greeted everyone. “So where do you normally sit, Todoroki Kun?”, Midoriya inquired.

Shoto lead them around the back of the school, to a shady side under a large tree. The blanket he had wrapped around his lunch was used to lay on the ground. Uraraka and Midoriya, “oooooh”d and “aaahhhhh”d. Iida thanked Todoroki for the consideration. Asui thanked him for his thoughtfulness. 

The group sat down and tore into their lunches. No one talked until, at least, half of their lunches were down. Then, their conversations varied from All Might, to which classes they found difficult, to what they enjoyed doing in their time off.

Even though Shoto was nervous about the experience, he hadn’t ever enjoyed his classmate’s company more than now, during this lunch. He smiled, chuckled, and found similarities between each of the students there.

At the end of lunch, the newly formed Dekusquad left for English class. They had this, and one more class for the day, before they were free for the weekend. 

Algebra came to an end, after English, and Midoriya waited by Todoroki’s desk, as he packed up for the day. Iida, Uraraka, and Asui joined them. 

“Did you have any plans tonight?”, Uraraka asked the squad. 

“I must study.” Iida answered immediately. 

“But it’s the weekend!”, Uraraka complained. “What about you, Tsu Chan?” 

“I’m free.” Asui put up two of her fingers to give Ochaco a peace sign. Asui and Uraraka looked to Midoriya and Todoroki for their answers.

“I’m, actually, quite tired.”, Todoroki began to excuse himself for the evening, only to have Midoriya answer at the same time. “I’m a little sleepy.”

“Awwwwww!” Uraraka squeezed her eyes shut. “Then I guess it’s just Asui and me!” 

“That’s ok Ochaco Chan.”, Tsu smiled. “We can watch that funny movie together, if you want.”

Bidding them a good evening, Uraraka and Asui took off for their evening together. The three young men exited, after the women, and conversed about an English test on the way to the dorms. Once inside the common room, Iida set his school bag by the couch, and began to take out his study material. He’d explained that he wanted to use the space before everyone else gathered there for games and lounging. 

Without intending to, Shoto had followed Izuku to his room. When Izuku opened his door, he quickly turned around to ask, “Were you still tired, To -Shoto?” His All Might homage sparkled through the slit in the door behind him. 

“Oh,” one nervous chuckle escaped the ice and fire student’s throat. “I suppose I am. I’ll just be heading to my room.” He bowed, respectfully, and took flight towards his dorm’s direction. He’d actually been hoping to spend special time with just Izuku, but he didn’t want his thoughts to be conspicuous.

As soon as Shoto entered his room, he set his bag aside, and unrolled his futon to lay down. Today had been great, but so draining. He let his legs give out, and slammed into his bed. “Shit.”, he said to no one in particular. He had forgotten to do laundry. ‘It’s always when you lay down.’

He got up, grabbed his hamper, and ran downstairs, to the laundry room. Since no one else’s clothes were running, he threw his clothes in one washer and his blanket into another one, near by. Everyone always rushed to do their laundry in the morning. ‘You think they’d learn.’ He shook his head at the thought.

While waiting, Shoto left for the kitchen. He went to the fridge to grab some of his apple juice, and some white rice he’d portioned out. Instead of sitting, he ate standing up, secluded. With one bite, he decided to add some flavor. Nori flakes and sesame were added, and he leaned against the pantry to continue eating by himself. 

Ashido, seated by Kirishima, Bakugo, and Kaminari, in the common room, looked over at the sad scene. She knew Kirishima had experience with romance, and looked over to him. “Kiri, how would you help a friend who was having a hard time confessing to someone?”  

Kirishima’s eyes opened wide in shock, and he blushed. He, quickly, looked back at Bakugo. Bakugo scowled and looked away, arms crossed. “Uuuuh… Well I just - or, I would try to get them alone together. The more time they have alone, the harder it will be to ignore their feelings.” Bakugo looked like he was ready to rip something’s arms off.

Ashido nodded. She did the first thing that she thought would help, and pulled out her phone. She need Uraraka and Yaoyorozu’s opinions. They were the closest girls to Midoriya and Todoroki. If they didn’t know how to get the two alone, no one would. 

After eating, Shoto went back to the laundry room to throw his clothes and blanket in the dryers. He leaned against the machines and let himself reflect. It had been a little while.

Fatigued, the dual quirked student slid down to sit in front of the dryer. His first thoughts were to try and decide the exact moment he realized his feelings for Izuku were romantic. That one was easy: it was at the Sports Festival. Izuku had put everything on the line just to help him realize his true potential as Hero Shoto. He realized the most important thing he cared about in life was to become the best hero, not by rejecting his father’s means, but by using all of his. Izuku had broken through his defensive walls, and changed him, all in the span of less than half an hour. 

Next, he decided to trace back his memories to the first moment he knew he was attracted to Izuku. Shoto thought about when he’d challenged him. Yes; he’d been attracted then. Thinking back further grew difficult. Basking in the memories of all the times he’d spent with Izuku, he fell asleep against the warm drying machine. 

Zzzzzt. Todoroki’s phone vibrated. “Where are you?”, it read. Midoriya had sent the message. He’d answer it when he got back to his room. Shoto turned around and realized that the dryers were done. He, groggily, took his fresh clothing and blanket out to head upstairs. 

Around the corner, on the floor his room was on, Shoto saw Izuku pacing outside of his door. “Hey.”

The angel faced student jumped. “Ah! Shoto Kun, you scared me!” Deku rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and laughed off his nerves. He suddenly became serious and a determined look crossed his face. “Are you ok?”

“What?” Shoto was still too tired to grasp what he meant.

“Ashido, Yaoyorozu, AND Uraraka all said you needed to talk to me.” Izuku walked closer to him, concerned. He put a hand up to grab Shoto’s shoulder, but in a sleepy stupor, the fire and ice hero rested his face in Izuku’s palm.

“I’m tired. But if you want to talk, we can hang out in my dorm.” 

Realization dawned on Izuku that Shoto was half-asleep. He couldn’t blame him, with the early wake up call he’d given him. The green haired cherub chuckled at sleepy Shoto. ‘I’ve never seen him like this. He’s so innocent.’, Izuku cooed in his mind.

Shoto shifted his hamper into one arm, and used his newly freed hand to grab Izuku’s. He lead him into his room. “Please make yourself comfortable.” The drained young man put his hamper down and took out a few articles of clothing to fold. 

“I can help you with that.” 

“No. No. S’ok. You can pull up some videos on my laptop if you want.” Shoto’s sentences came out with large spaces between them. 

Izuku laughed and pulled up Youtube. 

“SUGOOOOOI” Opening his history, majority of the videos were about All Might. Izuku set Shoto’s laptop on his desk, nearby, and watched a few Silver Age videos as Shoto folded his clothing. He stacked his shirts and pants on the ground, too tired to organize them in his dresser. 

When he was finished, Shoto joined the amazed fanboy on his Futon, and leaned against him. “Turn on the one… where All Mi…” the words were lost as the tired young man began to fall asleep against his crush. Soft breaths fell from his lips. 

Lost in the warmth flowing into his side, and the heroic deeds of All Might on the screen, Deku became comfortable and, also, fell asleep. 

A memory began to emerge from the darkness of Shoto’s vision. Sunlight kissed a young man’s already tanned skin. He looked so nervous. His tender cheeks were pink. Freckles dotted under his tired eyes. Those eyes were green jewels. He kept licking his lips and shaking his head in a way that looked like he talked to himself. Shoto couldn’t give time into watching this small, fragile man, because he needed to focus. It was their first day of school, and he’d just laid eyes on the whelp. It was ridiculous how he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Talk about frustrating. A musical laugh escaped from the student. The man in front of him turned to make eye contact with him. 

Shoto felt too hot, and shifted awake. He was on his back, in bed, but his blankets weren’t there. ‘Why am I hot?’ He turned to his left, to seek cool pillow, and was instead greeted by soft hair. Like a sudden blow to the chest, he remembered Izuku coming to his room to talk, him folding his laundry, and then watching an All Might video. He, then, remembered his dream. It was the first time he laid eyes on the precious hero in front of him. The thought struck him, that this wasn’t just some crush. He’d been attracted to Izuku from the moment he saw him, and he was falling for him with each new time they were together. Quickly. 

Overcome with deep seated emotion, instinct drew him in, when the sleeping hero nuzzled into Shoto’s cold side, that was now on the bed instead of next to him. The rapidly heating man propped himself up, over Izuku. He leaned down and touched his soft bottom lip, just barely, with his own.

“Shoto?”

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long chapter. Just had to start up some DRAAAAMAAAAA. Feel free to re-blog if you like it : ) Just don’t steal, please.

[abundantchewtoys]

Hiveswap ‘17-09-18: Up and attic, hall passed

Tonight we're leaving the second room! And of course, instead of following the proposed path, we'll first have a sniff to see what's what elsewhere.

Let’s be on our way...

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Oooh, this is just the bottom of the stairs leading up the attic. Even still, there's a lot of random junk. The caterpillar toy (I think that might be an actual thing), the spring on the stairs (hah! guess they toyed around with that a lot), the boomerang (knowing Grandpa, it's authentic and brought back from one of his travels)...

Again, a lot of work was put into the details, like the (admittedly) disabled lightswitch.

If we're not barred from going up, I think we should head back first here though. Just in case.

Heh, okay, so all the random junk is exactly that, just waiting to be hauled up into the attic.

Pffff, options for the caterpillar: LOOK / BEFRIEND Make a new friend Joey, even if it's pretend!

LOOK: N'aww, it was meant for her to practice tending to caterpillars on, but she didn't realize it couldn't get sick. "Still pretty cute though"

BEFRIEND: Ooh, that moves us further up the stairs, I kind of figured the stairs would be made out of two parts on both floors, like in a lot of games.

CHERUB KEY + CATERPILLAR: Heheheh, even though she knows it's fake, she still likes to play pretend. And it WOULD be rather baller to have a chrysalis from actual caterpillar string to tuck the key in...

Clicking the spring or combining the SHOES with the CATERPILLAR prompts a sly comment about how these objects are propped in such strange positions on the stairs. In real life, they'd have fallen down ages ago. :P

CHERUB KEY + SLINKY : Oooooh, the key becomes warm near metal, as if it starts to be activated! But then it just as quickly stops, since the key's not supposed to go with the slinky but something else.

The pile at the top of the stairs includes an Etch-A-Sketch, what looks like a broken didgeridoo with branches propped into it... A puppet in a basket, and a mop and bucket in disrepair. Guess the intent to clean up the attic was there, but the follow-through staggered. :P

Again, look at the detail here - the darkness (moonlight) emanating from the attic, and the different textures on the door, stairs and walls, and the sill, which you know, are all made of wood, but they're not just filled with a repeat of the same texture!

So, the door to the attic isn't a hatch with a ladder that expands downward, it's a real big door. I suppose the key is going to be hidden someplace else.

Oh, okay, neither the pile nor the mop & bucket solicit a different response than the junk at the bottom of the stairs.

LOOK at DOOR: Oh, so Grandpa spends most of his time here. Trying to decipher what the portal is for, I wonder? I'm reminded again of a theory I had early on, that Joey would have to find her guardian on Alternia. It makes me wonder if there's a connection between what happened to Ms. Claire and the portal... Not that I think Ms. Claire is on Alternia, if just for the fact that I doubt Dammek is going to find his ancestor on Earth. :P

Blaperile starts to theorize on the portal on Alternia and Doc Scratch, which makes me remember, I've wondered what Doc Scratch' influence on the story would be. I mean, he's omniscient, except for what concerns his dark pockets, so I would assume he'll know about Joey and would even try to influence her actions, directly or not. And to what end?

Also, none of the troll ancestors except the Condesce, Psiioniic, Handmaid and perhaps Darkleer are alive at this point in the timeline. The first two are out in space, the third one only appears when apocalypse is near (so, yikes), so that leaves only Darkleer. (Blaperile has a point, the Highblood's fate is also uncertain. Even so, he'd probably have left with the other adults.) So it would seem there would be less tie-ins with the history of the Homestuck trolls. Unless Darkleer turns out to have (had) a protegee that'll play some part in the story on Alternia?

OPEN DOOR: As I thought, it's locked! But... Joey looks through the keyhole, and stares directly at the portal. And it's ACTIVE, apparently! (... Or the wind has caught on the tarp, which might be more likely, seeing as the key activates the portal.) Joey has never seen the portal before, but of course that depends on how often she's been on the attic and paid any attention to the covered items.

Any case, if the portal's only recently been added by Grandpa (say during his last visit), then maybe he's been trying to find clues regarding the origin of Ms Claire's key?

And now Joey contacts Jude - perhaps he knows where the attic key is, and maybe... he'll even send a pigeon to bring it? The pigeon that ends up in the kitchen? I wonder if Jude'll berate us for not having our weapon yet.

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"the wrong side of a locked door" ahahaahah. Joey can be such a snark. It must come from Ms. Claire's side, but it reminds me so much of John, who got if from Nanna. But Jake never really snarked that often, I believe. Well, okay, in his responses to AR...

Ahahaahha, we're railroaded into getting our weapon first, before getting the key's location from Jude.

He'll tell us when we get our weapon. That would indicate the key's somewhere in the house, but perhaps a location Joey would otherwise have no desire to enter. Like Grandpa's personal room or something.

Blaperile has a good point, maybe the key's in the basement. "For security reasons", I can just hear Jude saying it. Having to enter the basement before entering the attic, heheeheheheh. Obnoxious puzzles like that are Homestuck's shtick, poking fun at point & click games like this. Extra bonus points if he then took the basement key and slid it under the attic door or something, for a mobius double keyaround. Leading to a Deus Ex Machina (aka, a monster) crashing through the basement door for us to be able to enter.

Welp! Combinin the CHERUB KEY with the ATTIC DOOR leads to a spoiler regarding the whereabouts of the ATTIC KEY. It appears one of my theories will be right, it'll be somewhere Joey wouldn't like to search otherwise, inside taxidermied animals. Welp, guess we're just too clever for our own good.

Guess we're going to the hallway after all.

Clicking right and, wow! Perspective switch!

Jude's room is at the end of the hallway, next to what MIGHT be the cupboard the flashlight is in. Jude's room door is COVERED in stickers and signs, and he doesn't have his name written on the door. Probably so it's "anonymous". I figure the room will be locked shut and be inaccessible.

Balinda looks us straight in the eye now.

And behind there's the stairway with the pictures teased in early art! :D

Oh HELL yes. There are three "Ninja Turtle" dolls littered in the hallway, but they're pink, like the turtles on LOLAR!

I like how the Lord English manor has one blinking eye, it echoes Calliope's way of speaking, with the ^u^ smilies and calling people "sweetie".

The wall to the right of the skull looks to have a few crevaces that remind me of Dave's shades.

What's funny is that Joey's avatar has the same laser background as Jude's picture in the hallway but not her own.

I like how the golden adorning on the Lord English castle has been 'apparently' wittered such so that only one tooth remains golden. Also, the bands underneath the castle top echo the Cairo Overcoat's collar/band.

I think the toy pins near Jude's room are arranged in a secret code. Also, I wonder if we'll get to see what the hamster tube is used for.

Huh, looking at Balinda from this angle gives the option LOOK / USE. The first is just the original prompt, but the second talks about using the darts on the statue as ammo (which Joey won't do).

Hah, let's not actually acknowledge the Lord English castle with a prompt! Like, at all. :P

Huh, up close the dragons on the painting look like Falkor, a deer and an axolotl. I think the last thing had been noted by people already. in concept art.

Heh, Joey finds the axolotl creeps her out and feels like its eye follows her around sometimes. I... don't think it'll turn out Doc Scratch is a shapeshifter and follows Joey around in axolotl form. :P Blaperile has a better theory, that Jude uses the eye for a peeping hole.

Crack theory: the top dragons symbolize Doc Scratch & Dammek (the rebels) opposing each other. The Axolotl turns out to be Alternia's SECOND First Guardian. (Yeah I just realized how horrible that sounds.) Think about it: two frog temples, two First Guardians.

As an omnipotent but not omniscient creature, Doc Scratch wouldn't be able to hurt the First Guardian but still outmanipulate it into almost-ineffectiveness.

Having come to the painting, I now notice the mutant shark man. That's from that other 80s show I forget the name of right now.

Huh, the pin toy is a LITE BRITE. I just figured it was a frame to pin things on to make shapes. But we saw it flicker, so it appears to be an upgrade of what I was thinking of - it can light up! And it actually EXISTED, awesome! (And is apparently license free :P)

Oooh, we can LITE up Joey's symbol. (DO try this at home, kids!) This is a fun little passtime. (But also, "nice time management skills, sweetheart!" - I'm reminded of Rose playing the violin as John needed her help.) Next up the devilbeast symbol, but with eyes (pink ones, since there's no black pegs in LITE BRITE according to Wikipedia)!

Next Joey, Jude and Tess, n'awww.

Hah, and then it's the sucker spiral. Of course is Joey is drawing what she knows, and what she knows very well is her heirloom. What do you mean, ominous? :P

CHERUB KEY + LITE BRITE : Oooh, sometimes the cherub key radiates light, Joey remembers seeing it, though she doesn't know when. Maybe it's when she's feeling down? A spiral sucker is meant to take away depression, after all. Maybe that's why (in a sense) it'll activate the portal, to cure Joey's fatigue at school, her not having friends, her missing her mom every minute of every day...

SHOES + LITE BRITE: Pffff, okay, Joey also has a good dose of paranoia in her, for her it's limited to when and where is a dangerous time to tap dance in the house.

Oooh, in the corner the only thing that's clickable is the cabinet.

Okay, it's just something regarding the lamp on top. I thought we'd be able to search the drawers.

KEY + CABINET: Joey first doubts, then starts to see similarities between the cabinet and the key. Which I don't, I must add. But still, does that mean the cabinet itself is locked? Pom pom pomm.

Jude's room door is next! It's so bright, wow. All these monster pictures are meant to scare people off, I guess? Including said monsters themselves. :P

I suppose he bought all these signs from a trinket store. Though it's fun to imagine Grandpa having gone to the LITERAL Area 51 for his son, to get him this plate.

Hmm, going by the command "OPEN?" and Joey's description of his room, we probably won't enter here. One, it's locked. But on the other hand, maybe he hid the attic key in here. Wait, I just remembered the spoiler we saw, never mind. Also, apparently Jude DOES have a pet, but none that Joey would like to take care of. What could freak her out this much though. A lizard? Spider? Skunk? It should be able to fit the hamster tube... Maybe a snake. That MIGHT mean it's safe from harm by the giant multiped serpent.

Heh, so Jude has his room trapped. Chekov's skill or not? (For Hauntswitch, I mean.)

Hmm, using the key on the door makes Joey reaffirm her mom left the key to HER, indicating perhaps that Jude was around already when she died. And using the shoes makes her state that percussive motions set off Jude's pet... Weird.

Oooooh, trying to go downstairs makes Joey comment on we really needing to get her flashlight ("STRIFE WEAPON"!) first. And she even mentions the attic was a bust, hahaah, so that's at least a comment we wouldn't have had otherwise.

So that leaves the hallway closet.

Combining the key and shoes just makes Joey snark at us to try opening it with her hands first. LOOK: It contains a box full of her belongings! More pictures? Or what else?

OPEN: okay, an operation game, clothes, a frame, a clothing rack hanger that can be used to contain shoes (or in this case, cloths?) And not only her flashlight, but her ballet shoes, too!! Cool. I foresee a world of new combinations in our future.

Hah, so we need to TAP DANCE the box from the highest shelf to be able to search the contents. Why did Grandpa even put it up there? Finally we can FUCK SHIT UP and make something fall over with the shoes. :P

Cool animation there, heheh. I mean, once again, the to-be-animated part of the picture didn't stand out, as is unfortunately so often the case in professionally animated movies.

Wow, okay, so the bag of chips is an actual item for us to keep on hand. Pet treats. Hmm, I figure they'll only get useful on Alternia. And the flashlight isn't working because Jude stuffed it with POGS, haahahahhah. I think I remember the pogs being in the inventory? So that's why we'll need to go down, besides finding the attic key.

This makes for a preposterous amount of possible combinations we will be able to make, though, hahah.

And here comes Jude with another conversation. ... His old strife weapon? He accosted people with pogs? That's even lamer than the dart gun. Oh wait no, that was Joey talking, never mind.

Hah, it's an old collection of his, apparently. ... Yeah, I get that, I used to collect Flippos.

Blaperile had a good point, the way Jude talks is reminiscent of WV. Actually, he's currently also exiled to a kind of station...

Pffff, we chose to talk care of the POGS, and in exchange we get to keep the Scully one.

Hmm, the TROPHY ROOM is where the ATTIC KEY is? So, is that only hunting trophies, or are there also real cups?

We'll end our game night here. Tomorrow there's another click-around waiting. ^^

I was curious though, and clicked the flashlight, and it gave the indicator that we won't be able to use it right now until there are batteries to put inside. But maybe the key items will combine with it. By the way, I believe the type of batteries in the walkie and the flashlight are different - nice little detail there, and pre-empts the idea of switching batteries between the two items.

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Productive night! Got two more key items, found out some more stuff about Grandpa, and accidentally got spoilered about the upcoming puzzle (okay that last thing wasn't really productive).

[monster-massage-blog]

Dreams of a Happier Time (29)

The dance itself was not like any others he’d done. Rather than grace, it almost seemed like he was fighting someone he couldn’t see, powerful, fast movement and weaving to dodge something, and the music followed in suit. Honestly it really was rather fitting. She was a fighter to the core. However where her element was building was below...in that white glow under the bridge, but the lights themselves seemed to dim as they were drawn away, even blinking off for a moment, But that didn't disrupt him. In fact he seemed to strike faster as the world around him dimmed and flickered into darkness. He wouldn't lose. Nothing would stop him now...but goodness this was actually somewhat exhausting. Thankfully he didn't have much longer to continue this. He finished with a post, both fists to his sides and curled into fists, legs spread apart, knees bent slightly, and the lights surged back on at full strength as a bolt of electricity surged up to greet him.

"Hello." Fulmen said. "I have arrived."

"It's time to get going then?" Saga asked, panting slightly.

"It's probably be for the best." Fulmen said with a short nod of it's head. "Let's get going. Which was is it?"

"This way." Saga answered and walked off. The route was straightforward, back to the elevator but taking the door to it's left. Pass through the dark room that was Mettaton's central stage for his shows. Now...they were almost there.

Fulmen noticed Saga's slowed pace. "Are you frightened?"

"Maybe..." Saga said uncertainly. "I'm getting close to the goal I've been after all this time. I feel a lot of things...and we're going to be attacked by Flowey. I won't be surprised but it's still kind of frightening."

"Just make sure you run when I say so." Fulmen stated. "He won't be able to defeat me without a lot of damage. He won't be able to get in your way."

“I just want to say...thanks you. I don’t feel like I deserve this but you’re probably gonna do it no matter what aren’t you?” Saga said as he tried to pick up the pace.

“I am and it’s because I want to. It’s what I’m good at.” Fulmen said simply.

“Well then...let’s find you other things that you’re good at when there’s no need to fight.” Saga offered as they reached the last elevator. The two stepped inside and Saga clicked the only button there was to press. They waited in silence as the metal box moved them to where they needed to be. The doors slid open and the area was a gull grey. “Here we are.”

“...Hold on.” Fulmen said, sounding a little shaken as the prince stepped outside. “What is this place?”

“New home?” Saga offered.

“No, I mean, WHAT is this place?” She asked. “There’s...no primary elemental affinity anywhere. It’s all mute.”

“Is that weird?” Saga asked.

“It’s unnatural!” Fulmen answered with surprising force. “It’s like it’s just...empty space.”

“Well I don’t know what that really means for you but I...well, I mean, WE need to get going. There’s a flower waiting for us.” Saga reminded.

“R-right.” Fulmen muttered and slowly slid out of the elevator. They didn’t seem happy to be here but nothing seemed outright wrong, and after a moment to adjust, she was keeping up with the prince’s pace. The path was straightforward and soon they were before a house. Fulmen raised an arm quickly. “Hold. He’s here.”

Flowey rose infront of the door and seemed slightly cross. “What the heck? You have another one? How did they know I was here?” Flowey demanded. “Teleport after my third attack.” Fulmen whispered. “Now step back.”

Saga did as she commanded, looking rather nervous. “Oooooh, so we’re not talking this time? Just gonna get right to it?” Flowey asked, his voice slowly getting distorted. Fulmen answered with a quick bolt at the flower, searing off one of the golden petals, getting a startled cry of pain from the flower. “GYAAAAHHH!!! You...I’ll get you for that!” Vines erupted from the ground and threw his petal bullets, his attention entirely on the offending lightning elemental. Fulmen darted backwards and behind a tree before peeking out and firing another bolt, this time Flowey ducked under the ground to dodge it, popping up somewhere else and this time raising the vines to try and physically strike Fulmen, however she countered by clasping her hands together and releasing a pulse of electricity in all directions...the third attack! Saga tensed, imagined the inside of the house, and vanished. Flowey was too focused to notice the prince’s disappearance.

Saga was on the other side of the door, panting heavily, but advanced, ducking under the chain that lead downstairs. He had to go...thankfully, it was pretty much a straight shot there, no branching paths he had to think about. He wasn’t sure when he started running or why but he ran. Nobody was in his way anymore. He briefly recalled the chapel. Empty. He reached the throne room and finally saw him. The gentle crinkling of grass under the prince’s feet alerted the king that someone was in the room.

“Dum dee dum...hm? Someone there?” He asked, slowly turning to face his guest, and his eyes went wide as he saw who had arrived. Saga stumbled forward. His fatigue had caught up with him. There were so many things to say, so many emotions welling up, he reached forward and tried to keep walking. He was here, finally he was here, everything would be over...the world seemed to blur together into a mass of colors and he fell forward. Asgore swiftly knelt down and caught his child before cradling the prince in his arms. “Oh Saga…” He said softly. “I’m sorry I did not stay by your side...it must have been hard to make it here. Goodness, you’re still so warm, and your dress is dirty. I’ll have to get you right to bed.” Despite his concern, Asgore felt a bloom of affection, his son had clearly pushed himself as much as he could just to see him. “I love you, my dear child.” Asgore whispered as he stood up and made his way back to his house.

Saga rose in a very familiar place. He was in his bed...he was in his room. W-was it a dream? He quickly reached into his dress and grabbed what he could. A Blue candy wrapper and a Red Leaf...from the Ruins. The ruins...something...he shook his head. He was still waking up but he felt something was off. Something was important. Something needed to be done. However the smell of breakfast was causing his mind to wander. Saga pulled the blankets down and noticed that his dress was...sort of scuffed and singed in some places. He’d have to ask about that. He opened the door and wandered out to the living room. “Daddy?” He asked.

“Saga!” Asgore exclaimed from the kitchen. “Goodness gracious child, what are you doing up? You should still be in bed.”

“B-but I woke up.” Saga said. “I feel fine.”

“Are you quite sure?” Asgore asked. “You collapsed when you arrived at the throne room.”

“I did?” Saga asked.  “I don’t remember everything...but I feel happy to be here.”

“Well, if you wait a little longer, these hotcakes will be ready to eat!” Asgore said cheerfully.

“Hotcakes? Oh boy!” Saga was rather excited for this. Asgore didn’t make those too often! Minutes of eagerness passed before the king emerged with two stacks of pancakes and set the two plates on the table, one infront of Saga and one at his seat before the two tucked into them, and they went surprisingly quickly. Saga ate with a hunger that Asgore had never witnessed in him before and found himself eating with the same gusto. These really were excellent hotcakes.

“Haaah...I missed this…” Saga said as an unexpected sense of melancholy washed over him. “Just here...eating with you. Nothing going on.”

“I like spending time with you as well.” Asgore said warmly. “How about I make us some tea?”

“Oh, yes please, with honey mixed in!” Saga said happily.

“Of course. Just how you like it.” Asgore nodded and stood up, taking their empty plates back to the kitchen, and started gathering what he’d need. However there was a knocking at the door. “Oh my. I wonder who that could be. Saga would you get that?”

“Oh. Sure thing.” Saga pushed the chair back and hopped off to get to the door. Opening the door revealed a very relaxed skeleton that the prince was somewhat familiar with. “Hm? Hello?”

“Sup prince.” The skeleton said casually. “I’m here to tell you that while I’m glad you’re have a great time with your dad, you REALLY need to get him out of here and to safety, cause the barrier fell and the human just finished Mettaton.”

Saga felt his blood freeze as everything rushed back to him in a painful surge of memories. “O-oh no…” He whispered. “Is there...another way there?”

“Nope.” Sans said. “Sorry kiddo, you took too long, and now there’s no path to certain safety. Not that it’s your fault. You just don’t have the strength to really handle all this. Sure tried though.”

“Ahhh…” Saga was at a loss. “W-what do I do?”

“Dunno. It’s up to you.” Sans said. “I’m gonna be waiting ahead. Asgore’s probably gonna want to tend to his flowers. I’m gonna see if I can stop the human for good.” He could see the prince was...frightened. “You know you can run away.”

“What?” Saga asked. He wasn’t really expecting that.

“I’ll level with you. You did good. You made it here. Stopped the human a few times. Survived them even. I know you can’t do that warping thing and take other people with you but it’ll get you past the human. Just get yourself to safety.”

Saga was silent. That...how could he even consider that an option? All this and then just leaving? No. He couldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t. “T-thank you for the offer but I’m not going to do it.” Saga said. “I can’t leave him behind.”

“Thought you’d say that.” Sans said with something of a knowing grin. “Darn shame. Ah well, maybe you can pull something off, who knows. Anyway get your dad out of here.”

“You too.” Saga insisted. “We’re gonna go right away so you shouldn’t linger either.”

“Hm?” Sans asked. “Naw...naw I have my own other reason for wanting to stop the human. I’ma go ahead and wait for ‘em. You on the other hand...well...no you’ve seen what they do, I guess you have plenty of reason to wanna fight them, don’t you? Difference between you and me is you still got something to lose. Family.” Saga didn’t respond...at least not right away. “Come on kid...you’re kinda everyone’s last home here. For the future of monsterkind alright?”

“...You’re kinda dumb for being a smart guy.” Saga muttered. “Telling a kid to go and live while you go to what I bet you KNOW is your death.”

“Hey now, I’ma pretty tough guy.” Sans said defensively. “But I know about the human’s...return thing. You know about it also. Question is, how long can they keep it up, and how long before they finally quit? If anyone can do it...pretty sure that guy would be me.”

“You’ve been watching haven’t you?” Saga asked.

“Sure have.” Sans admitted passively. “Doesn’t have a lot but I’ve seen plenty. Now how about you get a move on?”

“Right. Good luck then.” Saga said and closed the door. He needed to get him and Asgore moving. There was no time for tea anymore.