#Anyways I am really proud of the hair. Like I wasn't sure what was under her cap but I think she would have a hairstyle similar to this

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Happy birthday/upload anniversary to the most Irreverent Girl around. I drew her cosplaying ANRI, the vocal synth used for her song! I wasn't sure how her clothes would look on her, but it actually turned out looking pretty good! (Obligatory "listen to Irreverent Girl" message here) Character belongs to @weevildoing

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Reader decorating an AI with stickers and stuff ❤️

I love this!!! And I would 100% do the same thing if I had an AI partner, lol. You're getting some mini-fics!

Decorating AI with stickers and stuff

Included: AM, Wheatley, Edgar, GLaDOS, HAL 9000

AM:

It had been a rough few weeks. The war was raising the prices of practically everything necessary for life, and you were stuck with basically nothing to do but take a little walk around the neighborhood in the blazing summer heat.

You noticed a little garage sale, selling some fun little trinkets on the cheap, and decided to go pick some up. You had some extra pocket change, and it was best to spend a couple cents on something that made life worth living, even if necessities were expensive. Not only that, but you found an absolutely amazing find for only 50 cents. This was going to come in handy at work later.

When you showed up to work the next day, you had a big book of stickers. Only a few were used, too! Looks like the people hosting the garage sale's kid wasn't too interested in them.

As soon as you walked in, the cameras focused on you as usual. They were visibly trying to analyze what was going on in your backpack, noticing it was a little bit heavier than usual. You set it down on your desk, and got to work.

"Y/n, what's that in your backpack?" AM asked as you worked on your basic daily tasks. It was mostly just monitoring AM and making sure he was running smoothly at this point, since he could make spreadsheets and update his code fairly well.

"Oh, it's a gift for you!" You said with a smile, getting the book out.

"What use do I have for a gift? I'm beyond human possessions, and have no use for them anyway." He said bitterly. You chuckled a little. He was so edgy.

"Yeah, and I thought I was too old for stickers when I hit middle school, but secretly I never stopped loving them." You pulled out a big sticker with a big ice cream cone on it that said "CONGRATULATIONS" on it, and stuck it to the plastic casing on one of AM's big monitors. He spluttered in shock.

"What- what is this!" He demanded, his screen flashing the error bars for a second before returning to his logo.

"everyone likes to be told they're doing a good job, AM, even you. And you've been doing a great job lately. I'm so, so proud of you." You couldn't really wrap your arms around his monitor because of the way it was set into the wall, but you could still go into his server room and decorate his servers with brightly colored smiley faces and gold stars.

"why would the sun need to wear sunglasses anyway. This doesn't make any sense." He said begrudgingly, looking at the servers with his cameras. You gave a hug to one of the servers, stepping politely over the wires and heading back into your office to get back to work. A few hours later, your boss called an emergency meeting over the intercom.

"ALRIGHT, who put 3rd grade congratulations stickers on all the servers and mastercomputer monitors? Get into my office for disciplinary action immediately!"

You sadly got to your feet and headed up to your boss's office. This was going to be an ordeal.

Your boss was disappointed, but not surprised when he saw that it was you who walked in. He muttered some curses under his breath.

"alright... You know you're going to have to clean up-" a jolt of electricity ran through his body.

"what the hell?" He frowned and looked around, and you folded your arms smugly.

"I think AM likes the stickers, boss. I wouldn't recommend making me clean them off."

Your boss put his face in his hands with a sigh.

"Alright, I don't know how you got AM to cater to your every whim, but you need to stop doing-" another jolt ran through his body, leaving his hair standing on end.

"Ok- ok, fine, you can keep doing silly things with the Allied Mastercomputer, just get it to stop electrocuting me!"

You put your hands up.

"Alright, AM, it's time to let it go. He's going to let you keep the stickers."

Wheatley:

You've been in a bit of a rut lately. Life has been pretty boring, and your job keeps assigning you to do pretty ridiculous stuff, but at least the intelligence dampening core that you made has been doing well. Does it say anything about you that one of your greatest recent achievements was a personality core designed to be so dumb he nerfs whatever he's attached to? Possibly. But whatever.

You're spending the weekend cleaning out some of your old things from storage. It's mostly just old clothes that you haven't bothered to get rid of, but you happen to come across a giant bag of foam stickers that you must have not wanted to throw away when you moved out of your parents' house. Damn, you'd forgotten about these completely!

The next day at work, you went to meet up with Wheatley at a spot where the management rail came down the wall for maintenance on personality cores, and greeted him with a friendly hug.

"Wheatley! It's great to see you!"

"it's great to see you too, love! What'cha got there?" He zoomed in on the bag of foam stickers in your free hand, trying to figure out what they were.

"oh, these? These are for you!" You happily opened up the bag and pulled out a big glittery blue butterfly sticker, sticking it to his core.

"Wait... What did you just stick to me?" He started rotating around, trying to look at his own core, but he couldn't for obvious reasons.

"I'll let you see my work when I'm done." You got out some more foam stickers, sticking cute ladybugs, bees, and flowers all over his chrome casing. When you were done, you snapped a picture of him on your phone and held it up for him to see.

"Don't you look handsome!" You said with a smile. Wheatley rotated his Aperture, focusing on the picture so he could see.

"well well well! I do look handsome, don't I!" He smiled with his lower lens cover, about as pleased as a personality core can look. Well, seeing Wheatley all decorated and happy isn't enough to cure you of your rut completely, but it's definitely a spark of joy to ride on for the rest of the day! That was fun.

Edgar:

Edgar has been sitting on your desk for a long time now. He enjoyed watching you with his little rotating webcam, keeping an eye on you as you sat on your couch and typed away on your laptop, just to make sure your laptop didn't get too handsy. It was such a pretty laptop too... Sleek, and much newer than him. Ran very quickly, too. He could never be like that laptop, and he absolutely hated it.

Not only that, but your laptop was covered in fancy, vinyl stickers that you had bought special on the internet. Each of them represented one of your favorite shows or movies, or one of your pride flags. He hated how seeing that cute little laptop filled him with so much jealousy. It made him so angry, even though he knew that laptop wasn't sentient. It couldn't think like he could.

The doorbell rang, and you set your laptop aside to go answer it.

"Oh hell yeah."

You walked inside with your package, and Edgar swiveled his camera around to look at you when you walked back over to him.

"What's that?"

He looked at the box you were holding as you lovingly got out several nice stickers from your favorite sticker supplier. You started showing them to his webcam, letting him see all of your pride flags and cute little chibi characters from your favorite shows and movies.

"they're for you!" You said happily, and his face lit up.

"For me???" He always got so excited when you got him these gifts. His mouse and his webcam were his favorites, of course, but these stickers made him so excited! Did it mean that you loved him as much as that shiny new laptop you were always tapping away on?

"Yeah! All for you. I love decorated tech!" You said happily, carefully placing each sticker in a nice aesthetically pleasing spot on his thick plastic casing.

"you deserve to feel cute, too." When you were done putting all those stickers on him, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in tightly.

"You're mine. Don't you forget it, Edgar."

He had a big silly grin on his face, and he was getting a little bit hot from all the excitement.

"Yowza! Really?"

"of course." You nuzzled your cheek up against his monitor casing, squeezing him nice and close.

"I love you, Edgar."

"I love you too, Y/N"

GLaDOS:

When you came in to work with a big bag of ribbons and lace, GLaDOS didn't think twice. She assumed you had some sort of project going on. In truth, you'd just picked up a bunch of old textiles from a friend who needed small amounts of ribbons and lace for her projects, but the stuff she liked best was only sold in large spools. Instead of trashing it or letting it collect dust, she decided to give them to you.

You carried the big bag of textiles into GLaDOS's chamber, grabbing a stepladder on the way.

"Alright, what are you up to this time?" GLaDOS asked, and you said nothing. Instead, you opted to stick a big pink ribbon bow to the upper left corner of her core with some fabric glue. GLaDOS narrowed her lens covers at you, visibly irritated.

"what is this. What are you planning."

You laughed a little, showing her the big bag of textiles.

"I just thought you might like to be decorated a little bit. It's ok to be a little girly sometimes."

"I happen to like my sleek chrome design, thank you. You can stop now."

Despite her protests, she didn't resist as you decorated her lovely chrome hull with lace, and tied ribbons on her suspension cables.

"I hope you know that I'm going to destroy you for this, you fashion lunatic. I look like a grandmother's sewing closet threw up on me. You should be arrested for crimes against aesthetics."

Even still, she didn't insist that you remove the textiles, or even call anyone else in to remove them. For a few months, whenever you walked into her chambers, the ribbons and lace were still attached to her body.

One day, though, she accidentally dislodged the bow from the corner of her core, and had you come in to remove the rest of the textiles as well.

"it was fun while it lasted, but I'm not a sewing project, after all. You can re-use all that lace for a little doll or something."

As you reached up to untie the last red ribbon from her suspension cables, she pulled away from you.

"wait! You can leave that one. I've grown somewhat fond of having a small splash of color, you know. And while you're an absolute nightmare when it comes to design, when someone actually tears down your creation, it's not impossible to salvage a piece or two. I hope you take that to heart. Though I'll probably scrap that bit of ribbon in a week or two."

But she didn't. she kept that bit of ribbon long after you were dead, never touching it.

HAL 9000:

It was another late night at mission control, and when you finally got back, you were ready to collapse into bed. Strangely enough, though, there was a box sitting in front of your door. You took it inside and opened it up, and inside there was a little note for you.

"heya y/n! I just started up my online store, and wanted to send you some of the stickers I'm selling. Let me know if they're good, alright?" The message was signed with one of your internet friends' names. You headed inside and sent them a text, letting them know that you got their package and that you were excited to stick those stickers to something, and you knew just what you were going to stick them to, too.

When you got to work the next day, your pockets were full of stickers from your internet friend's online shop.

"Hey HAL 9000! It's great to see you again!"

You'd greet him with a hug, but unfortunately he was built into the wall, so that would be pretty difficult. Even still, you sat down in your desk chair right across from where his little light and camera were built into the wall.

"Hello, y/n. It's good to see you again." He said politely, sounding about as pleased to see you as his voice was capable.

"I brought you something!"

You reached into your bag and pulled out some of your friend's artwork stickers, and started sticking them onto the wall around HAL 9000. The stickers were generally simple lovey-dovey designs, with things like the word "love" in bubble letters, a rainbow and the sun, and generally sweet things that your mushy gushy friend loved so much. HAL 9000 looked at the stickers with one of the security cameras on the wall, trying to see what you were decorating him with.

"Do you really think that all these cute things match my personality, y/n?" He asked, voice expressionless as usual.

"well... Maybe not, but they certainly match how I feel about you, HAL 9000! I love you a lot, and I want you to know that every time you see yourself."

Hal couldn't smile, but he took a moment to respond to what you said to him.

"thank you. Truly. This means a lot to me."

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HERE IT ISSS!!! I am so glad you liked my little concept because I couldn't resist and this Benji brainrot is legit ruling my life rn lol

This was so much fun to write!!! I legit blacked out and managed to write a concept that flows really well, and I am proud of??? iconic of me, ngl. Though, I had fix some spelling errors after I had already sent it in because it would bother me if I didn't, lmao.

ANYWAY, moving on.

T.W: death by childbirth, reader for sure has semi depression and self-loathing, lmao. some fluff at the end, arranged married, though it's left ambiguous at the end, etc!

Hope you enjoy!!

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Miserable and lonely. 

Miserable and lonely were the two things you were feeling at the moment. 

Despite being back with your family, ever since you’ve been summoned home, to fight for that usurper craven Aegon, that is how you felt. It was home, but it wasn’t home. No, it wasn’t home. Home was, even if you hated to admit it, was with the Blackwoods at Raventree Hall. Despite being a pure born gold Bracken, you knew the seat of Stone Hedge wasn’t your real home. Now that your wardship at Raventree Hall has officially ended and you are back in the Riverlands, back at Stone Hedge, you knew, deep down, even if you didn’t want to admit it, it wasn’t your true home. Though, you didn’t know where your home was. You weren’t sure you had a home anymore. You aren’t even sure you know what that word means anymore.

As the servants left, you opened your hand’s palm, a thinning red line was still cut into it. A reminder of your last conversation with Benjicot Blackwood. You run your fingers across the fading line, remembering every word of the conversation you had last had with the Blackwood boy who seemed to have melted your cold exterior without even lifting his pinkie finger. 

Gold on your back but red in your veins. 

You shake your head, trying to forget the memory that had practically embedded itself into your brain, but it just wouldn’t leave you. A part of you, a small part of you that you would never admit, not yourself, and definitely not your family, was glad it remained there. That it had remained in your head for you to remember. 

For almost three months you’ve tried to forget about your time with the Blackwoods, with. . .Benji. But you couldn’t. The Blackwoods, even as they took in a daughter of their sworn enemy, never truly looked down at you, even being both a daughter and a Bracken. Unlike your “true” family, the Blackwoods never treated you like you were some pest, like you meant nothing to them, like you were nothing. 

You just couldn’t shake the feeling.

Dunking under the water of the tub, the water blocks out the sounds from both inside the castle and the outside. It was peaceful. You liked it. 

But of course, the peace doesn’t last when, from under the water, you could see a servant entering your chambers and you internally sigh before coming up from the water, your hair sticking to your bare shoulders. 

“My Lady, your father would like to speak to you.”

“Now?”

The servant nodded her head, a sad look in her eyes. What could that be about?

Now clenching your jaw, more out of annoyance now, you climb out of the tub as your maid quickly dresses you and does your hair in a simple braid down your back and you dress in a simple long-sleeved gold dress with a red underlining. Gold on your back, red in your veins. 

You silently step outside to where Lord Humfrey Bracken, your father and the head of House Bracken stood. You were silently relieved to see a smile on his face and not a grimace. At least it wasn't bad news, right?

“Father?” you say, coming up to him.

Humfrey smiles at you. “My dear girl! I have wonderful news?” 

You return the smile like the obedient and dutiful daughter you’ve always been, even when you knew your father, and brother, had been in the wrong. 

“And what would that be, father?”

“I have found a suitor for you!” 

Oh.

“Oh,” you repeat, this time out loud.”

Your father’s face drops. “My dear daughter, this shouldn’t be a shock! You’re a woman grown. It’s time to settle down, you’ve been quiet these past few months. Perhaps a family is just what you need.”

Family? What family? 

You swallow your fear, your anger, and your sadness, just like you’ve always done, and say, “Of course, father, but if I may ask, who is it?”

Lord Humfrey’s smile returns at your words. “Jon Tully, my girl. We’re having a feast to celebrate it in a fortnight!”

“Of course, father,” you say again. 

Your father dismisses you and you quickly begin walking back to your chambers, a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach, and bile threatening to rise from your throat. You know, you know you would have to marry eventually, and you were fine with that, but you didn’t even know the man, and you were sure your father didn’t either. And you knew, deep down, in that secret place, your heart would never belong to any man, especially Jon fucking Tully.

As the feast had inched closer, your father had introduced you to Jon Tully. The man was, thankfully, just two years older than you, and was handsome enough, but he wasn’t him. He just wasn’t him. 

The pre-marriage feast had come rather quickly for your liking, almost too quickly, and now you sat, of course in Bracken gold, next to your father and brother, Amos. Your mother would have sat next to your father, trying to comfort you, you knew she would have. But she had passed from birthing you, which only gave more weight to you not really feeling like you’re nothing but a burden for your father and brother. You were told many times how much you resemble your late mother, almost getting nothing from your father, always a memory of his dear departed wife. 

As the feast went on, you talked to your betrothed, your soon to be mother and father in laws and even had a chat with Amos, too. But, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, like a wave of water washing over you again and again and again, so, telling your father you needed some air, you stepped out into the chilling, but still soothing, night.  

You twist your silver ring you had inherited from your mother as you bend down to the small pooling section, looking at your reflection. It definitely didn’t match how you felt inside. 

Once you splash some cold and cooling water onto your face, you’re ready to face the crowd and the man who you’ll be forced to be with for the rest of your life. 

Maybe you’ll grow to like him? 

As you turn, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Now shocked, you turn around to hit the fucker who snuck on you, only to step back and immediately fall into the water, but not before you realize just who the person is and you grab his collar before falling backwards into the water so you both fall. 

Benjicot Blackwood had snuck into Stone Henge.

Under the water, you swim to him, not wasting any time in giving the man that is your true home, a gentle and tender kiss before coming up from under the water, where you stare shocked at the Blackwood man, who only gives you a grin. 

“Benji?” you whisper. You didn’t want anybody to notice that the Bracken’s sworn enemy was here right in the castle. “What are you doing here?!”

“I had to see you,” he says as he swims over to you. He cups your face before moving the soaking locks of hair stuck your face out of your eyes. “I had to see you, I know you’re getting. . .married.”

You try to avert your eyes out of guilt. You know you will never Jon Tully. You know it, your brother knows it, your father knows it, Jon probably knows it, and Benjicot Blackwood definitely knows it.

“I’m sorry,” is all you say.

“Don’t be. I knew this day would come eventually. I just wish it were me and not that Tully cunt.”

That gets a laugh from you. The first laugh you did in months. 

“We can’t do anything about it now,” you say. “My father has already decided. It’s set.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“It’s already decided.”

There’s a pleading look in his eyes, the same pleading look you had seen before you left to come back. 

“I can’t. I–”

Benji swims forward, gently grabbing your hand and showing you your palm. While still fading and slim, you could still make it out. He runs his fingers down the small line of your palm before putting your hand onto his chest, over his heart. 

“It doesn’t have to be. Jon Tully surely is a good man but will bore you.”

“I just can't get up and leave,” you say. “I have a duty and my father–”

“Doesn’t love you. Neither does your brother.”

“My father and brother do love me,” you say, this time snatching back your hand, and your tone much colder.

“Then why did they send you off to ward for House Blackwood for years? Why didn’t they, once, ever come see you, or even write you a letter?”

He was right. Never once did your brother or father even write you a letter, even one that simply stated that they missed you, let alone come visit you in your wardship. 

You can’t respond to that. You don’t know how. 

You do what you do when you want to shut off your emotions and push people away, you say nothing before going and climbing out of the water. But before you do, Benjicot Blackwood, the man who can read you like a book, or read you better then he reads an enemy, the man who you’re supposed to hate and who is supposed to hate you, and the man who made you feel again after years of emptiness, grabs onto your hand.

“I know you’re angry with me, but know this, I rather you be angry with me, or even hate me with every fiber of your being then shut me out. I rather you hate me because at least I know you feel something, anything, for me, as I do you.”

His confession takes a few seconds to sink in. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know what to say, so you stood there in disbelief.

He continues. 

“You once told me that you’re nothing. I want you to know you’re not nothing, to me, you’re everything.”

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND READ THIS

thank you so much for sending this to me, you lovely lovely anon!🖤 I absolutely love how you wrote this--I feel like you did such an incredible job at capturing that more choppy 'confused' sort of mindset that I wanted for the reader in 'the bridge' and I LOVED IT!

and you were so right--Benji would definitely crash a Bracken feast and the two of them falling in the water??? SPECTACULAR. CHEFS KISS.

amazing work!

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter three: Listen up

I woke up sweaty and a mess despite the fact that it was pouring and chilly. I had no dreams and no nightmares nothing but a dark void.

Today was Sunday which meant it was personal chore day. When I woke up it was around 7:30 so I decided I needed to get up. I put on some black leggings and a tan sweater for my outfit because I didn't think I'd need to dress up to get dirty.

When I'm dressing I see bruises on my wrist where Miles had grabbed me. They hurt a lot so I had to be extra careful when using my arms.

By the time I went downstairs to get breakfast it was 8:00am. I peered before going in to make sure Miles wasn't there and thankfully he wasn't. Ms. Grose was there and breakfast was ready so we started eating before Miles and Flora came in for their food.

15 minutes later Ms. Grose finished up her breakfast and not long after Miles and Flora came in to eat. I was eating pretty slow but after 5 minutes I finished my food. Miles was eating pretty fast when he usually takes his time and doesn't even finish his plate most of the time.

As I was going to take my plate to wash it ,Ms. Grose said, "Y/n, take Mile's plate too, he's finished." She gave me a raised eyebrow look. I sighed but decided to do it anyways because I wasn't looking to cause trouble with Ms. Grose.

I walk over to Miles seat which is across from mine and scoop up his plate. "Thanks" he says with a small smile and his hands fidgeting in his lap. I roll my eyes and scoff because there is no way in hell he thinks that he is going to try to use his face and one word his way out of an apology.

After breakfast I decided to do some of my laundry. They don't have a washing machine at the house so I have to do laundry by hand. Usually a load from one week takes me an hour and half but this week I had two loads since I had to go into town last Sunday for Ms. Grose who had been under the weather.

About 40 minutes into doing the laundry I hear footsteps walking near my room. I look behind me and see a shadow. I know it's Miles because on Sundays Flora does violin lessons from Ms. Grose and I heard her playing and Ms. Grose never comes near my room unless it's urgent. I get up to walk to see the shadow and confront Miles but he walks right past me with his head down. I scoff and walk back to do my laundry and hear him shuffle around again. I pretend he's not there and I continue to do what I needed to do. I had my sleeves rolled up where my bruises were showing because water kept getting on my sleeves and it was really annoying and uncomfortable.

"Did I do that?" Miles said surprised and proud of himself. I continue to ignore him and do my chores but he starts going near the wet pile of clothes.

"You better hang these up, they're gonna get all moldy." Miles says as he throws my wet sweater on the floor making it splat with water everywhere and all over me. He starts laughing while I'm moving wet hair out of my face.

"Can you stop? Like seriously, you're making a mess everywhere." I spat at him, fed up with his annoyance. He stops laughing and gives me a dirty look. He starts walking out of my room but on his way out he kicks the bucket of water where most of it spills before I could grab it.

I grab something and throw it at the door that he slams screaming, "ASSHOLE" then gets some towels to clean up the soapy mess. I hope he leaves soon, I don't think I can spend another day with this maniac.

I finally finished doing laundry and the rain cleared up with hot weather outside for me to dry my clothes. As I am sorting my clothes in front of a bucket I used to bring them out I see someone looking at me through the window. I have never seen this guy before, he looked older and creepy. I turn around but instead of seeing a stranger I see Miles who quickly runs away when I turn my head.

I finish up my laundry faster to go back inside because I still have to clean my room and bathroom.

By the time I finish cleaning everything and tidying up it's already 5:30pm and around time for dinner.

I go down for dinner and sit in my normal spot next to Ms. Grose. Flora and Miles quickly came after Ms. Grose yelled out to them for supper. Flora takes her seat across from me while Miles plops down in the chair next to mine. I sigh but only loud enough for Miles to hear hoping he'll take the hint and next time won't sit next to or near me.

Dinner was chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy but the chicken was really unseasoned. Maybe next time I'll cook the chicken with some spices instead of her cooking.

I finished up my dinner first within 20 minutes, thank Ms. Grose for the meal and headed upstairs to lesson plan for Flora's school tomorrow. As I'm walking I hear someone running behind me and low and behold it's Miles.

"Hey," he says out of breath rubbing his hands on his jeans awkwardly, "what are you up to now?" He spoke again.

"Just lesson planning for Flora tomorrow, what are you doing?" I say uninterested.

"Nothing much, just bored." He says trying to sound cool. I give him a quick mhm and turn back to head to my room. "Can we talk, you know, about yesterday?" He adds on following me.

"Why do we need to talk about yesterday everything was already said." I say annoyed with him.

"Well you still seem mad and I don't understand why you aren't over it yet." Miles says kinda quietly like he didn't want me to hear it while he kept on speaking.

I quickly spin around so me and him are face to face almost touching. "You wanna know why I'm mad, Miles? Because ever since you came back here you've been a complete jerk to me and all I've tried to be is nice! If you aren't gonna treat me kindly, I'm not going to treat you that way either. So maybe instead of trying to annoy me you show a little respect for once in your spoiled life, okay?" I semi-shout at him with my pointer finger on his chest pushing him back.

"Well I've tried to be nice today and you're still giving me backlash on everything I do! You seriously need to get over it because you are acting like I'm some crazy creep!" He yells back.

"Oh, you're not a creep? Then why today when I was going to dry my clothes, I see you staring at me from out the window? Huh? What about that isn't creepy?!" I laugh in his face.

He looks down at the ground with air filled cheeks and balled up fists. "Look I'm sorry okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" He says, still staring at his feet with an aggravated tone. He runs off and I'm left in the hallway, still running through my mind thinking about what just happened. I walk back to my room still thinking if he actually apologized or I'm just crazy.

After a while of lesson planning it gets pretty late and I needed to get ready for bed. I put on a tank top with shorts for my pajamas because my real pajamas were still outside drying. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and see Miles in the hallway walking back to his room.

"Hey." I said in a normal voice trying to make sure if we are okay or not. "Um..hi." He says looking me up and down nervously and running away slamming his door. 'Weirdo' I think and laugh to myself.

When I get into bed I'm so tired I almost immediately fall asleep. I think about tomorrow and if anymore drama between me and Miles will start.

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OMG GUYS TYSM FOR READING THIS N BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME IK IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I POSTED !! I didn't think anyone would read this and then some did and my chapters kept getting deleted from my drafts and it was a whole big thing but again tysm for being so patient 🩷 hopefully the next chapter will come out sooner I should post a chapter between 1-3 days on the regular .!

[linssikeittomies]

Teaser for Pivot Points

Masterpost / AO3

I think I'm fucking finally at the point where chapter 3 only needs a few more scenes and some editing! (and knowing me, saying this will lead into several more scenes and a lot more editing...) I can't say that I'm proud of this chapter but I seriously want to get it done before new year... So here's a little teaser so I'll feel obligated to post sooner rather than 5 years later.

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[Ed and Stede] do a bit of shopping, then head back to the ship to get ready - hours earlier than needed. Stede explains that he’s just nervous and wants to make a good impression. Ed says that Izzy would really be more impressed by a messy and dirty cabin, but he doesn’t mention it would be a bad sort of impressed. It doesn’t work anyway, Stede is set on making things as clean and pretty as humanly possible.

Once the knock comes, Stede gives one final smoothing to his immaculate clothes and hair. He opens the door to a pouting Izzy, who at least has the decency to have put on clean clothes - that particular linen shirt isn't Ed's, even though by all logic that one should still be clean. So she might have gone back to being just Izzy, then. This one is probably Lucius', Ed thinks he's seen the scribe wearing it before. They should do laundry soon, Ed is also starting to run out of clean clothes.

 “Right, let’s get this over with”, Izzy grumbles.

Stede doesn’t let the grumpiness get him down, thankfully. “Lovely of you to join us! I thought we might start with some aperitifs, would you care for some vermouth?”

 “Iz doesn’t really drink”, Ed informs him before Izzy can make a more scathing remark. He can’t remember the last time Izzy was properly drunk, at most he’ll allow himself to get tipsy, but it must’ve been before the Pants Incident, maybe even before Gideon died. So it’s been a long time, but Ed still remembers how he acts when he’s had a bit too much - gets soft and sleepy, more easy with his affections. Girly, as Izzy calls it, with contempt.

So Ed doesn’t remember the last time Izzy got properly drunk, but he does remember the last time Izzy asked for her hand to be held, and he remembers even better how in the morning she went from Missy Izzy back to First Mate Hands, and vehemently denied ever having liked getting his hair stroked and saying the words I love you.

Ed wonders if he still feels the same. Sturdy, but pliant under the right touches. If he would still make the same noises.

 “Oh? Not even wine? That’s a shame. I have a bottle of Tokay from an excellent year”, Stede mourns.

 “Even I’m gonna need some liquid courage to get through this”, Izzy mutters as Stede guides him to the table, and for a second Ed wants Stede to put his hand on the small of Izzy’s back.

Izzy might not be the only one who needs a drink.

He sits down heavily at the seat he used when Ed came to convince him to eat, and talk some things through.

Ed doesn’t know if it’s significant. It’s the seat next to Stede, closest to the door, furthest from Ed. Stede pours them all a tiny glass of the vermouth, dry and spicy. Izzy looks at it with disdain, and downs it one go. Then makes a face.

 “Stronger than you thought, right?” Ed laughs, and sips his daintily, brushing aside the memory of their first drunken kiss. “Want me to top your glass?”

 “Please - as the host, let me”, Stede intervenes.

Izzy downs this glass just as fast the first one.

 “You’re supposed to savor it”, Stede pouts.

 “I’ll savor it once I’m drunk enough to tolerate this farce”, Izzy shoots back and motions for another glass. Stede lets out a long-suffering sigh and does as requested.

Izzy lets the third pour in peace, Ed notices, and is sure Stede doesn’t miss it either. Izzy's awkwardness about being nice would be cute if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.

 “So. Here I am”, Izzy grumbles, purposely antagonistic. Ed gives him a warning look, which Izzy ignores with glee. “What’s for dinner.”

This is Stede in his element.

 “For appetizers we have boiled corn and onion bread rolls - I was hoping for garlic, but alas, the store has run dry. Our main course is Cheshire pork pie, with a side of pickled cucumbers, for wine we have a red Bordeaux, but you may of course opt for water if you’d prefer. And finally, for dessert, Roach has prepared apple tarts - they might be on the simple side, but I assure you they’re quite delicious.”

Ed has been watching Izzy’s face with amusement - at first it’s just annoyed, then as the list goes on it grows first into disbelief, then amazement, and finally outrage.

 “Fucking hell, you eat like this every day?”

 “No, no! Well, not anymore. This is a special occasion.”

Ed is surprised that Izzy doesn’t push the issue, since he hates excess and luxury. Instead, he takes a sip of his aperitif, savors it discreetly to buy himself some time, but it’s not enough and he can’t think of what to say.

Ed saves his hide and pride. “How’s work gone so far?”

 “We should redo the rigging completely”, Izzy responds flatly, in his element again - complaining. “It’s not an efficient arrangement. We should make port and overhaul the whole thing.Find a sailmaker.”

 “Is it in that bad of a condition?” Stede asks, worried.

 “Nah, but a sailmaker’s always good to have onboard”, Ed says.

Izzy suggests a port, and Stede promises to consider it. Then he tries some light conversation, but it doesn’t work out the way he hoped - Izzy is either thorny or tight-lipped. So they switch back to more professional matters, and even if Stede is a little disappointed, he’s also happy that Izzy is taking part without being properly drunk. Just tipsy enough that he doesn’t feel the need to be an asshole, and Stede is always happy to learn something new. They end up talking mostly about ship maintenance, for a good few hours. It lets Ed drown himself in a few more pleasant memories as he lingers on the outskirts of the conversation, offering only a few words here and there, between longing looks at Stede's hands and Izzy's face. It's gotten a lot older since they first met. It's comforting. Knowing it's still here, after all they've been through together. Hornigold, the Kraken, Stede. It won't run away from him.

The drinks undoubtedly help Iz to forget keep track of time, or he would’ve left right after finishing his food. He also forgets to act like he’s been forced here as a prisoner. It’s rare to see him wound down like this, which might be the reason he drinks so rarely in the first place - doesn’t like having his guard down and his image ruined. He’s not a happy drunk, per se, unless he starts in a good mood. But he does always get a little absentminded no matter his starting point.

 “We should do this again soon”, Stede suggests happily as he nurses his second cup of tea - the one he hadn’t had the heart to sell. Aforementioned absentmindedness must be the reason Iz replies with a simple sure instead of a complaint, and the cup of quality coffee from the same haul as the tea can only help matters. Ed sees the surprise on Stede’s face and lifts a finger to his lips - better shush him before he says something to make Iz notice his lapsus.

 “But we need supplies”, Iz continues thoughtfully. “We should be running low on flour and potatoes.”

 “Roach told you?”

 "Lucius. He - spends a lot of time in the stores."

 “I wonder how Roach keeps track of everything, since he can’t read", Stede muses out loud, completely missing the fact that his scribe's favorite noodling spot is right next to everyone's food.

 “He can count and he has experience”, Iz explains, not very thoroughly.

 “He should count more sugar, we’re constantly running out”, Ed butts in, trusting Iz to latch onto that.

 “You know it’s because you put seven damn lumps in each cup! It’s undrinkable at that point you damn sugar mite!”

 “It’s not the right amount of sweet otherwise!”

 “Just eat it straight! That’s what you’re basically doing anyway!”

 “So I like sweet things. That a crime now?”

 “Unmanly is what it is”, Iz whines, in a not very manly fashion.

 “Being unmanly is fun every now and then. As you know.”

 “I guess”, Iz amends, and grins faintly. Then suddenly he remembers Stede isn’t supposed to know about that, and he jumps up, pointing an accusing finger at Ed. “The fuck I’d know! Whatever he’s been saying about me, it’s not true!” he tries to convince Stede, who has no idea what either of them is talking about.

 “I promise Ed has only said good things about you”, Stede tries to calm him, and it’s a lie. Ed has complained about Iz plenty.

 “Well of course it was good for him!”

 “You seemed to like it plenty”, Ed teases before he gets hold of his drunken brain. He didn’t mean to ruin the night, he didn’t want to make Iz feel bad, he doesn’t want Iz running off and cutting their night short when they were getting along so well. “I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

 “Yeah, it was!” Iz yells angrily, but there’s an edge of panic in there.

 “I haven’t told him. Haven’t told anyone”, Ed promises. He really hasn’t. Not just for safety, but also because Iz has always been so dead set on hiding Missy Izzy from others.

 “You really haven’t?”

 “I haven’t.”

Iz deflates with relief and sits back down. Everyone is silent for a while, mood definitely ruined, and Ed is mentally kicking himself in the head.

 “Well”, Stede finally says awkwardly. “I suppose it’s nearing bedtime. I could read us all a story - or, less read and more telling from memory. Seeing as how all my books of fairytales were thrown out.”

Iz barks a laugh at that, and the coffee nearly sloshes out from his cup. Ed makes an apologetic face, even though Stede has already forgiven him for throwing out all his stuff.

 “You ninnies have fun crying over children’s stories, I’m going to bed.”

And Iz gets on his wobbly feet. Ed wants to offer his help, but with their new strained relationship Iz isn’t likely to accept - and Ed’s in a volatile enough state of mind to not know how he would react if Iz rejected him.

 “We’ll get you to attend one of these days”, he boasts instead. Izzy rolls his eyes and gets going.

 "This was a lovely evening, we should do it again soon!" Stede calls after him, and Iz gives him the bird. But doesn't say no.

[anemia-rp]

-Xuan listened to Teru talk, taking in the new information the younger shared and once he was done, he nodded. - I don't know, I guess a part of me might've been slightly influenced by the way I was raised in my first few years of life. All I can say is that those few blurry memories from back then made me resent and hate deeply my grandparents and uncles. But hey, their shit way of treating me allowed me to develop my survival skills and abilities from an early age, so that's that. If it weren't for my affinity for petty theft and evading tricky situations, I wouldn't have met my step-dad nor impressed him enough for him to decide to give me a chance and take me under his wing. Long story short, he was impressed by how a 4 year old could outsmart 2 fully grown men trained in martial arts and he decided to recruit me into his organization's youth program. He was also the one who named me after the color of my eyes. - Xuan turns to look at Teru briefly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips and a somewhat warmth in his usually cold green eyes. -

That bootcamp is what helped me develop my skills further and allowed me to get the education I otherwise wouldn't have gotten. And there's also where I met my only ever best friends. - A slight feeling of nostalgia crept into his voice, making it crack a bit. Maybe that subject was a can of worm for another time. -

Anyways, in regards to your family, I can only say to hell with your dad for not acknowledging what a great man you are. Who the fuck cares if you like to fuck men instead of chicks? I am bisexual too and that never stopped me from reaching my full potential. And don't ever call your music trash, okay? You are a talented young man and an amazingly good artist! I'm ready to kill anyone who dares say otherwise, and just so you know, for a fact, I never say things I don't mean. Flattery is something I do extremely rare. - The raven haired then gave him another pat on the head and pulled him closer, so that Teru would lean against his shoulder. - I'm sure your grandpa would be fucking proud of who you are now, Teru! And you should be damn proud of yourself too! - There was no ounce of irony in Xuan's words. The man was as serious as can be. -

Always try to see the positive side of things! Yeah, could be it strenghtened you. If no one's got your back you learn to do things your own way and how to go for what you love even without any support and getting met with resistance. -he could relate quite well to this himself, maybe not in such an extreme way, but he had never buried his dreams despite the words of his parents and teachers- Guess that's been your fate then. The path that was predestined for you! -he smiled back at Xuan and felt a prickling warmth in his stomach, not only because of how beautiful this man was but because of how entrusting he was towards Teru; this wasn't self-evidental at all, he knew this, and he could hear how emotional this all made him so Teru swallowed thickly in compassion, his big eyes glinting as if tears were about to well up for a moment-

My parents are rather on the traditional side, you know? And I became a rebel…but never really in a bad way…if you don't mention booze and cigarettes! -he laughed and sighed then in a touched way, the other's words making him feel even more warm and fuzzy inside- No worries, I truly believe in my music, that's why we came so far and have fans all over the world. -he happily shifted closer and rubbed his cheek against Xuan's shoulder, halfway closing his eyes in bliss because he was treated so well- Thank you, Xuan. Sometimes I falter because I'm absolutely perfectionistic, but I know, I know! I'm some pretty great fucker, huh?

@phoenix-of-jade

[jurassic-park-inthe-world]

Raptor Girl (Jurassic World)

Third P. POV

The Grady family was growing. First there was the parents, Owen and Claire. Then, there was Maisie, their adopted daughter, who was 16. Then Rose, their actual daughter, who'd inherited her mother's freckles and her father's blonde hair. Then Blue, a Velociraptor, and her daughter, Beta. that was it, as far as now.

Nothing ever really seemed...off about Rose. Nothing major, like a health issue, or a mental issue. Nothing physical, either, but from some hidden gene, she was able to talk to Blue and Beta, and when I say talk, I mean talk. She was one of them, because she spoke like one of them--even though she said human words, the Raptor pair understood her like she was a Raptor, too.

Claire and Owen have tried for many years to figure out what made her able to communicate with Blue and beta. Finally, Henry Wu admitted to something: when Claire was hurt, he'd put her under to fix her. But, due to a request from some higher-ups ,he'd placed a half-human, half-raptor child in her, as well. Owen was beyond pissed, and he had taken the situation at hand, basically sending Wu to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do, and Claire and Owen refused to give her up just because of what she was or how she came to be.

Her nickname was Raptor Girl. That's the name Ian Malcolm gave her, anyways, and it stuck. the only other thing she'd really respond to was her name. She spent most of her time outside, talking to the Raptors and running around with them. She didn't have their speed, but she had their eyesight, their senses, and their intelligent minds. Owen was proud of the daughter he'd been raising.

In turn, Maisie bragged about her sister, how she was really smart, but she never said anything, out of safety, about Rose's animal-talks. She knew that if someone were to hear, they would steal Rose in a heartbeat, and they'd never see her again.

Late one night, Rose was curled up in bed, Owen reading her a story, when she placed her small hand on the book, pushed it down, and said, "Papa?" "Yeah, hon?" He asked. His eyes were itchy from tiredness, but he swore to finish the book. They were almost done, and---

"Is Blue dying?" He blinked. If anything, that's not what he expected her to say. "Um...why do you ask, baby?" He shifted, getting more comfy, and Rose said, "She told me she's getting old. Does that mean she's gonna die?" She whispered, playing with the fringe on her blanket. Owen wasn't sure how to reply, so he kept it basic. "Yeah, she will, eventually. Nobody lives forever, honey. But even if she does go, she's always gonna be with us, remember?" "In our hearts and soul," Rose said, a teaching of her father. Owen smiled. "That's right. Let's finish this, okay?" "Okay, Papa." At the end, she was already asleep, so he tucked her in, turning off her light. "Night, Raptor Girl," he whispered, shutting her door. When he got to his and Claire's room, she frowned at the sad look on her husband's face. "What's wrong?" "she said Blue told her that..." He shook his head. "Blue said she was getting old. I think she's dying, hon, and I'm really scared right now." He sat on the bed, and Claire shut her book, carefully laying on Owen. "I'm so scared. She's always been with me, Claire. What am I gonna do without her?" He bit his lip, frowning deeply, and she sighed, moving closer. Her hand dipped under the collar of his shirt, rubbing idle circles on his chest. "You'll live. You know no one lives forever, you taught Rose that. But even if she's gone, she'll be with us, and we can take care of Beta if we have to." Owen chuckled. "Yeah...goodnight, hon." She smiled, already half-asleep. "Goodnight, Owen."

[acertainmoshke]

I don't know if I have a favorite movie at the moment, I watch a lot more tv. But 10 years ago, my favorite movie was Frozen. No, I was not a child 10 years ago. I was already an adult when I saw it in the theater. But I was having the worst mental health year of my life and related to Elsa and it immediately became my special interest for the next 5 years. And I particularly liked the Let It Go scene, the idea of being alone and free and shedding who you used to be. One of my clearest memories of that year is sweeping the bathroom at the county fair (where I volunteered) and dancing around singing Let It Go totally from memory, at a time when I couldn't seem to remember much for long.

Anyway. A scene I'm proud of from CitS. I'm proud of it because I think I managed to get Ko'a's voice childlike, unique, and make their odd interests clear in a way that doesn't make them feel like they're written as a mini-adult:

Bug hunting was dumb anyway. No, it wasn't. Ko'a loved bug hunting. But it wasn't as good as newspaper day. The others just didn't understand what it meant--a look at the world beyond the classroom, inn, and familiar little streets. What was happening and what mattered out in the world. If there was ever another war coming, Ko'a would be the first to know about it. The printing house was on Main Street, two blocks away from school, with the other shops. The door was propped open, and on the crate out front sat the largest human Ko'a had ever met. "Good afternoon, Le'obre!" They said as they stopped by him, leaning against the wall to give their legs a rest. "Ko'a!" Other children were afraid of Le'obre, but when their scowl broke into a brilliant smile Ko'a couldn't see why. "You're a little early today, aren't you?" "I ate lunch fast." "Ah! Do you have a coin for me?" Ko'a tugged at the bag hanging at their waist, nearly empty so it looked sad and deflated, and pulled out a single little kora-bit, a pie-like slice of metal the length of Ko'a's pinky finger. Proudly, they held it out to Le'obre with one hand and reached for the stack of papers in the street with the other. Ko'a never took the one on top, flipping three or four down until they found one still stiff from the press. They checked the front page headline--it was about a new trade agreement with Eng, not dragons--then tucked their prize under their arm and ducked into the dim house. It really did used to be a house, but all the inside walls were gone now, leaving a big open space dominated by the printing press, with stacks of paper and leather around the room, shadowy in what little light made it through the heavy dark curtains. Six days a week, the press made books. On the seventh, it made newspapers. And on the eighth, it took a break like everyone else. Oh, Ko'a knew the machine wasn't really alive. But it sure seemed to be at times, with its gears spinning and long spindly arms flying to press words into pages. The buzz-clack sound and the familiar smell of ink made Ko'a smile. Careful to avoid the moving parts, they ducked around to find Solas at his crank. Solas was an even older orc than Teacher Li'ones. His ink-blue skin hung off his bones like a too-large tunic. He had no hair at all, and only one remaining tusk. Ko'a suspected he had lost the other in the war, but it was the one thing they didn't dare ask about. Besides, in this one place, the war was no longer the most interesting thing they could ask about. "So, did you find someone to talk to about the shortage?" Ko'a asked as they hopped onto a crate of blank paper, as though it had been minutes since their last conversation instead of a week. "I did." His voice rumbled like thunder. "And? Who is it?" "Uh-uh. I am not having you pestering my source." "Fine. What did they say, then?"

Tag list: @amielbjacobs @rbbess110 @annothersummerofsleep

What's your favorite movie? Even better, what's your favorite scene within that movie?

Now, share an excerpt from your story that you're proud of, and elaborate on why.

[dear-ao3]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!

Youguys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey

sticks,dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All

right,here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no!

You'redating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be

lunch formy iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former

queenshere in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see

how,by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but

thereare other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your

smokinggun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out

likethis. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But

isn'the your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see

anickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

- bee movie anon

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Crybaby (H.S.)

Ahh not sure what this is, i’m on my period and h*rny

Warnings: smut. orgasm denial, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, slight mocking/dumbification(?), slapping, light choking. lmk if i missed anything

He's rough, she likes it. You don't have to! This contains smut, read with caution. 🍑

Word Count: 0.95k

Summary: Y/N's feeling really sorry, and Harry's just enjoying himself.

Harry x Reader

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‘Aww, baby,’ he coos at her, ‘did you think I'd let you cum?’

He's turned off her pink vibrator just as she was about to cum. Again.

She cries out, ‘B-But I've been so good! T-Thought we were d-done!’

She's taken her punishment so well, and he's proud of her, really! He doesn't think she ought to know that yet. Just a little longer.....

He growls, digging his nails into her plush thigh roughly, ‘I decide when you're done, slut. You're nowhere near done. On your knees. I don't care that the carpet's hurting you, (Y/N). Shut y'fucking mouth.’

She doesn't like how he's still got his trousers on, in contrast to how bare she is. The carpet makes her knees hurt! She whimpers, and look up at him pleadingly, ‘Sir, please—’

He smacks her flushed cheek, his rings indenting the skin, and making it sting.

‘Didn't i tell you,’ he wraps his fist around her ponytail, tugging her head back, ‘to shut the fuck up? Is it that hard to follow orders, slut?’

She shakes her head furiously, ‘N-No! But Sir, please—’

He’s not pleased with her. ‘You just can't learn, huh? I know what'll help.’

He picks up the baby pink panties that have been discarded on one corner of the bed, bunching them up in his large hand.

‘Open.’

She whines, but knows better than to disobey him.

He shoves the lace into her mouth, pressing in with his fingers just a tad until she gags around the fabric, and grips at his wrist in a silent plea to ‘stop, please’

‘There we go,’ he smirks at her helpless state, ‘can't talk much now, can you?’.

She says something snarky, but her voice comes out garbled. She’s glad he didn’t hear her.

He’s not sure what she said, but he knows her well enough to guess. He shoots her a glare and presses a finger to her lips, and says a strict, ‘shush.’

Her cheeks heat with embarrassment and fury for being reprimanded in such a childish manner, but he never fails to remind her that she's brought this upon herself.

‘If only you'd listened, hm?,’ he muses, ‘bet you're really regretting not listening to me, am I right?’

She nods shamefully.

‘Feeling sorry, (Y/N)?’ he circles her - as if she were prey - and he was waiting to pounce on her.

She nods frantically, trying to avoid his gaze. He rolls his eyes.

He tugs her head back roughly by the roots of her hair,

‘Alright, then. Apologise.’

She looks at him, puzzled. Her head's cocked to the side, asking him to elaborate.

‘Go on,’ he encourages, ‘apologize to me. Said y'were feeling sorry, right? So apologize. Unless,’ he looks at her with faux hurt in his eyes, ‘you were lying to me?’

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, no, no, she wasn't lying! She really was sorry. Sorry she’d disobeyed him, sorry she’d cum without permission, sorry she’d spoken out of turn. Really, really sorry.

‘Prove to me how sorry you are, baby.’

She mewls at him, ‘M'sorry!’, but her voice is muffled beyond understanding.

He has a pretty good idea about what she's saying, though.

‘What's that, darling? Couldn't quite hear you,’ he bites his lip to hold back a chuckle, ‘could y'try being just a little louder f'me?

She whines, eyes pricking with tears of frustration. He was overreacting, surely. So what if she’d cum? She didn’t deserve to be punished. She didn't deserve to have more ruined orgasms than she could count on one hand. He was just being mean.

She’s brought out of her thoughts when his hand closes around her throat. A shocked gasp leaves her mouth.

‘What are you thinking, pet?’

Another garbled mess leaves her mouth at his question, and he bends to kiss the furrow between her brows.

He generously fishes the flimsy lace out of her mouth, allowing her to speak.

‘Y’never answered my question, doll.’ he presses, ‘Go on. Had so much t’say, didn’t you? Say it.’

She mutters something under her breath. He’s annoyed now. He was so kindly letting her talk, and she behaved this way. Rather ungrateful of her, he thinks.

A sharp tug to her hair makes it known that he expects her to answer clearly.

‘I was thinking about how mean you are.’ she grits out, clearly annoyed.

He laughs at her.

‘You don't know how mean i can get, darling.’

Her eyes well up with tears— she hates being mocked, and he loves doing it to her for the same reason.

‘Aww, baby,’ he chuckles, pressing a pert kiss to her nose, ‘are you gonna cry?’

She sniffles and holds back a sob. She wasn't going to get what she wanted, anyway. He was the dominant, and he made the rules.

‘Gonna cry f'me, pet? Want it that badly?’ He mocks. ‘Fuck.’

The first tear slides down her cheek, followed by another, and another.

He wipes them away with his thumb, and then pushes it into her mouth, resting it heavily on her tongue. He's pleased with her when she sucks on his finger like the good girl he knows her to be.

He palms himself through his trousers with his free hand, sighing as he relieves some of the pressure

‘Nothing gets me harder than when you cry f'me.’

★

ahhh okay bye

[kusagrasskusa]

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

This is sorta based off a story written by @marvelmymarvel called Not Wanted. It's adorable to see how attached Y/N is so Oro in the beginning, so I had to--

WARNING: Wattpad level writing :")

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"Hmpf!" The girl crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks at the thought of her big brother leaving her. Jiraya snickered at his little sister's adorable face and booped her nose with one hand, the other hand carrying a bag of his clothes and other needs. "Can I at least walk you to the place? I wanna meet the people you'll be staying with."

"You just wanna see if there's a girl on the team, don'tcha?" The 15 year old boy teased, making his little sister whimper cutely. Despite how childish she is, she's actually 14 years old. Yeah she's immature but she isn't stupid or helpless.

"I can't let you get a girlfriend, y'know!" Y/N barked back softly, blushing a little from embarrassment. Jiraya sighed and ruffled Y/N's hair with a caring look.

"I may trade you a lot, but I wouldn't dare hurt you. You don't gotta worry about some woman taken away your big bro's attention." Y/N eased her nerves, nodding. Jiraya smiled sweetly at her and extended his hand for her to take, then walked his way to the waiting post where his sensei and group is.

Jiraya was sure to impress his sister on the walk there, by the way. "And then this huge toad appeared right from under me! It told me I was the best toad summoner it's ever seen. Hell, my sensei and teammates even agreed that I was the best on their team, surpassing even some of greatest ninjas in history." Y/N giggled, nodding her head in agreement with him while thinking in the back of her head, what a lier.

"That's not how I remember it." The two siblings stopped and look ahead, noticing a pair of kids around Jiraya's age standing there. "Actually, didn't a tadpole appear over snd over again? Then sensei insulted you while we laughed?" A girl with blonde hair and a mischievous smirk on her face asked, making Jiraya's face turn red.

"Hey! Don't lie in front of my little sister!" Jiraya hissed, making Y/N giggled. Tsunade looked at the little girl besides him, raiding a brow. The girl looked so soft and sweet, and she was related to a complete idiot?

"Big brother, I know you're lying. You don't need to hide it," Y/N spoke in a sweet little voice that made Tsunade's voice melt.

The blonde appeared in front of Y/N instantly, talking over Jiraya's embarrassed yelling. "Woah, aren't you a cute girl! I'm Tsunade, what's your name?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she examined the blonde.

"I'm Y/N. Are you big brother's girlfriend?" She asked, cocking her head. Tsunade made a face of pure disgust, replying with a hell no. Jiraya, who was now complaining about being ignored, was now complaining about how he wasn't that bad. Tsunade rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the embarrassed Jiraya.

The other person who was waiting by the bridge kept his yellow eyes locked with Y/N's E/C eyes. A light pink spread across her features as she stared at the pale man with a curious look on his face. Ignoring the two yelling people besides her, Y/N walked over to the pale man and bowed her head. "Who might you be?"

"I am Orochimaru. How old are you?" The raven asked back, bowing his head back.

Y/N raised her head and replied, "I'm 14. I'm assuming you're... 15?" The pale boy nodded his head, examining the smaller girl head from toe. Y/N felt nervous under the eye of the boy, but not because she was scared of him. No, she found him attractive; she was the kind of person to find many guys attractive you see.

"You're kimono. I have the same type," the boy spoke again. "However, the flower design is different. It's a pretty feature that suits you well." Y/N smiled at him softly, staring at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As she opened her mouth to thank him, he began to walk away from the bridge they were stationed on. He sat down on a patch of flowers and motioned for her to take a seat by him. Hesitantly, Y/N rushed by his side and sat down.

"Your kimono is nice as well. It suits you a lot," she replied as she watched Orochimaru pull a few flowers from the flower bed and tie then together.

"I don't don't understand why you have to make everything so serious all the time! Can't I just have fun and make my sister proud!"

"It's difficult when you're lying to her you idiot! You're gonna corrupt her with your stupidity!"

The two friends argued profusely as Orochimaru and Y/N spoke sweetly to each other in the grass. Y/N now knew that her brother sure as hell wouldn't have a girlfriend anytime soon, so she didn't really worry about Tsunade anymore. Her focus was on the taller man who tightly put a bunch of golden flowers together tied.

"You know, you're not like your brother. You seem like you're quiet, aware of your surroundings, and concerned. I like that about a person," Orochimaru spoke as he put a few more flowers into his flower crown. He was swift in his movements, managing to finish the crown in the five minutes that it took before Tsunade and Jiraya to argue then shush.

"Thank you. You're difficult from most people I've seen too; apparently you prefer solitude and are an amazing fighter by yourself, according to rumor," Y/N explained, her face remaining heated up.

"Indeed I prefer solitude, however I could be better at fighting alone. It's like what I do is never enough."

"Well, I mean, it's good to take a break in order to come back stronger, right? That's what big brother tells me," Y/N explained, watching Orochimaru put in the last few flowers. Just when he finished, he looked over the smaller girl and smiled. Y/N's face reddened when the flower crown was placed on her head softly. "Oh, um-"

"Beautiful. It suits you well," Orochimaru spoke softly as he felt a small smile pull on his features. Y/N felt the flowers on her head and giggled softly, suppressing her excitement. Then Orochimaru stood up, holding out a hand for her. "The two stopped arguing, so we should probably get going now."

"Thank you so much!" Y/N spoke as she was pulled to her feet swiftly. In the background stood a stunned Tsunade and Jiraya, who's jaws hung open and eyes widened.

"What!" They screamed simultaneously, clearly scared as shit. "Is that even Orochimaru!" "Why is he around my sister!" "He's gonna kill her!" "She's gonna go corrupt and kill me!"

"Anyways!" Y/N spoke up, ignoring the worried yells from her brother and the blonde. She turned towards Orochimaru as she reached into a pocket of her kimono, pulling out a little necklace. It had a black string around a little purple gem in the shape of a heart. "Here! I like to work with healing gems and such so uh...this iolite might help you in your mission, hehe."

Oro examined the necklace for a moment, then took it. He examined the heart shaped gem, raising a brow. "You made this? It looks lovely," he stated as he put it around his neck, over his outfit.

"Yep! I sorta like to make things for people a lot so uh...I found a few gems and made things outta them, heh heh. This one is supposed to ease people's minds and bad habits. It might not do much, but I believe it will!" Y/N boosted in her sweet voice, reaching back into her pocket for other necklaces. There was rose quarts, honey calcites, and a painite. "I made a few of these this week, actually."

"Woah!" Tsunade came over, examining the works. "Can I have one?"

Jiraya walked over, hissing, "hey! She's my sister, I should get one!" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes playfully, handing them both a necklace. As the two put their's on, Y/N hugged her big brother tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you! Be safe, okay?" She whimpered. Jiraya chuckled at her concern, patting her head.

"I'll be fiiine. Don't worry, sis!" He replied as he hugged her back. When they pulled away, Y/N faced Tsunade and Orochimaru, bowing to them.

"Stay safe. I hope we can meet again, you two!" And with a goodbye from those two, Y/N waved goodbye before walking off. When she left, a long talk about the younger girl was spoken from these three.

[invisibleraven]

"why can't we stay here forever?" for PeterPatterLina

Luke sat with his head in his hands, trying to get his breathing under control. He felt like he was spinning out, mind racing, unable to stop from spiralling. This was too big, too momentous, he didn't deserve to be here...

"Luke?"

Suddenly there were warm and gentle hands cupping his cheek, pulling his watery hazel eyes up to meet soft brown. Behind Julie there was Reggie, his own jade green eyes looking concerned. "You okay babe?'

"Feeling the impostor syndrome right about now," Luke managed to choke out. "This place... we're about to be inducted in with the greats! Cobain, Armstrong, Lee... The legends of rock! What am I doing here?"

"They earned their place," Julie said sweetly, but firmly. "Just like you did. The number of Grammys on our shelf at home is proof of that."

"Not to mention the platinum records adorning our walls," Reggie quipped. "You did that."

"We did that you mean," Luke replied. "Couldn't have done it without you two, and Alex of course."

"We did say we'd get here, one day. Thank goodness we avoided that blow out causing him to leave," Julie joked. The three of them shared a fond look, remembering that day in the studio where they dreamed of getting to this place. Country album and all.

Sure, it had been a hard road getting here, and it had taken a little longer than any of them had liked. But here they were, waiting to get inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Luke sniffled, offering a weak smile to his spouses. The streaks of silver in Reggie's dark hair, the laugh lines that highlighted Julie's mouth. He knew he also was starting to look his age, trying not to think about his own thinning locks and crow's feet.

But they were still here. Still together, still making music. With a good life full of love and happiness. With triumph and loss along the way. Luke knew, deep down, that he did deserve to be here, but he still asked, voice quiet and low, "Why can't we just stay here forever?'

"Well they will come looking for us eventually mi vida," Julie said with a giggle. "And if the staff doesn't, you know Luna and Danny will. They've been going on about how we must finally be cool to get here for months."

The three of them laughed at that, wondering how on Earth they had managed to raise such smart ass but wonderful kids. A knock sounded at the door, and they all grabbed each other's hands.

"It's time," Reggie stated. "You ready?"

Luke nodded, but didn't let go, letting them pull him toward the stage. The words of the ceremony washed over him, but he wasn't really paying attention. Instead he was looking out on the crowd, the sea of smiling faces. Ray and Victoria, looking so much older, but proud of their family. Luna and Danny were beside them, smiling wide, Danny give him a cheeky wave and motioning for Luke to pay attention. Luke scowled at his son but blew him a kiss anyways.

There was Willie and Isla, looking at Alex with a sense of pride. Alex who looked decidedly uncomfortable being the centre of attention, but as long as he looked at his husband and daughter, he could endure it.

There was Flynn and Carrie, whispering quietly together, and Luke would bet money they were bickering again. Yet they were still the happiest couple Luke knew.

His own parents were on Ray's other side, looking so out of place and frail amongst the rock stars and industry people, but they were still there, smiling and supporting him. At long last. It had taken them a whole lot of therapy to get there, and a stint of Luke living in Julie's garage, but they got there eventually.

Finally, Luke looked to his side where Julie and Reggie were standing. Hands still clasped together, always his brightest burning stars, his inspiration, the loves of his life. They had figured themselves out not long after that first Orpheum show, and Luke had dreamed, sure, but he never really thought that he would be standing here, still hand in hand with them all these decades later. He counted himself so lucky to have their love and support.

Then the officiant called on the band to say something. Luke was sure he stumbled through his speech, hoping he hadn't forgotten to thank anyone who helped them on their long road here. "Earlier today, I was kind of panicking, wondering if I should really be here," he said honestly, rubbing the back of his neck as the crowd chuckled. "I spent so long idolizing the previous inductees, and wondered how I measured up. But my lovely spouses reminded me to won my awesomeness, and I realize that for some young, aspiring musician, maybe I am their inspiration. Which is... wild and humbling, and I don't think teenage runaway me would ever believe it."

Luke felt Julie and Reggie lean in, pecking his cheeks, and he giggled, especially when their kids screwed up their faces in fake disgust. "Anyways, this is a real honour, and this is the moment I kind of want to live in forever. Thank you so much."

The ceremony ended soon after, and Luke stepped down off the stage, still hand in hand with Julie and Reggie. He listened to various congratulations, blushing hard as some musicians he had always idolized took him aside to relay their own feelings of unworthiness.

But at the end of the night, no honours, awards, or accolades could ever mean as much to him as getting to go home with Julie and Reggie, kick up their feet and snuggle on the couch together. Sure, they had realized one of their wildest dreams, but to Luke?

All he ever dreamed about was cuddled next to him on the couch, and this, this moment right here, was the one he wanted to stay in forever, and his partners heartily agreed as they pressed one last kiss to his face before they all drifted off into a well deserved rest.

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

Shaun Evans imagine

Rest of my imagines/one shots you can find in my wattpad book Imagines that is being filled continuously by new stories.

Hope you enjoy!

When he got into her car it has already started to rain. Drenched coat, side smile, street lights in hair setting fire to a flame. it rained a lot in this town just like in his own.

"Where to?" she asked.

She would give him a lift to a hotel he was staying in. He came with the rest of the crew but stayed behind little longer, as he liked to explain himself, to take a bit of a break. When he needed to explain it to himself, he found out it was a lot harder to lie. Or maybe not so much as lie, but simplify human emotions and thoughts into amount of words that will fit in average patience and interest span.

He needed a break. He wanted to find home. For some time restlessness has become his constant companion. Not exactly a home. Some space. To breath. He liked what he got to do for living, last thing he would want is to sound ungrateful, but a bit of rest, some space never did anyone any harm.

And then there was this girl.

She ran from home at the very tender age, found friends along the way, made fortune spilling her mind's guts that sparkled with moonlight shine, and hasn't looked back. Some said she was a vampire, others argued she was an angel. When she looked into mirror, all she saw was a monster that needs to be put to sleep.

Rain spattered windshield and dark pushing in from outside, like they were driving through universe or the sky with its stars came down on them tonight.

"You know I am not far away. You could come for a cup of tea. I could show you my library. If you want. "

He chuckled, head resting on cold glass.

How they found themselves stumbling into her apartment, shirt gone, hands in hair, first three buttons of her blouse off, he didn't know.

Caught in a moment, he almost gave in.

Everything that happened till now, built up for this moment. When he first met her, it was all a game. She made herself big, but she stayed a child, a fan, shamelessly proud of herself, and for his part, he liked feeling welcomed into foreign land.

"Let's see if you can figure this one out." Since she seemed to have endless stream of energy, little thing never failed to reply on anything with either snide remark or playful almost innocent one but only almost because there was always this underlying unmistakable subcontext that spoke of conflicted fear and desperate need to have someone near, he proposed her a challenge of solving a rubik's cube. She solved it, only later to admit she cheated and reassembled it manually.

And yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to feel mad. it only made him smile more, and be even more interested in this person that came out of nowhere and seemed to know how to get under his skin, something his cold british exterior built to protect, could not quite understand.

Bold. That's how he would describe a girl who flirts in dark car and picks up strangers from the curb. No matter how famous. Still a stranger. Even though he was very well aware that to her, a child that grew up with faces on tv and saved dates every week at the same time just to hang out with them, mistaking them for friends, he made up huge part of her world.

And now in this room full of sighs, desperate and rough, clouding his mind, body defying the reason, he saw her for who she really was. The perisperation, the warmth, melting away any pretence, leaving them both bare, nothing left but carnal need, closer, closer, give me your skin, I need something to hold on to, don't let me sink, quiet with your fingertips these things i can't stop from screaming through my head.

He was Virgil, while all she wanted was to be Dante and venture into something just to forget.

He liked Virgil more anyway. For Dante, everything needed to be dead to be beautiful. And he wasn't sure he agreed with that.

Monsters live in all of us. But not all monsters need to die. Not all monsters need to be shoot down. Some look scary, when they come knocking on our window in the middle of the night, but after you invite them in and feed them some honey, or an apple pie, you find out there is a beautiful heart smiling at you beneath all the claws, thorns and bramble. yes it was true, you make armour out of anything you can find.

"No, please"

Lips on neck, make me forget, "please stop." he took her hands away from his face and held them in his, closed his eyes for a moment.

"Come." he gently pulled her after him and led them to the foot of the bed, where they sat on the floor side by side, night light on.

Even rain came to drizzle. Even rain wanted to be gentle.

He turned to look at her. Both flushed, smiles escaping. Aren't we both silly kids?

He tried to be serious but his gentle nature was showing through. He looked up from their intertwined hands. She was intoxicating. WIld eyes, chest heaving, lips swollen. "You don't want this." he said.

"Maybe I do."

"No. No, you don't."

"What do i want then?"

"A friend" he said stroking her hand. "someone to talk to."

"But i really like you."

"I know. I grew rather fond of you too. And that's exactly why I can't let you do this."

So they settled into conversation. Hands caressing, fingers wandering, knees touching.

"I'm sorry." she said

"Hey, it's okay."

"I have a friend. And he is sooo nice."

"Yeah? Let me guess. Dylan?"

"Yeah. He's like so amazing. He does this thing.. ah... like whenever we are in a club he keeps his arm around me entire time, like nothing clingy or psycho overprotective or anything like that. Just casually resting an arm behind the back of my chair or booth. Just so I feel more....safe. i guess. " She played with her hair and small smile was warming on her face. "And he always looks after my drink if i leave so it doesn't get spiked or anything. And you know just general small things, like he always makes effort to call, and his jokes never fail to make me laugh and also, I never feel stupid around him talking about my ideas."

"don't say that. You are not stupid and your ideas are not stupid."

"not many would agree with you."

He hugged her.

"They are idiots. Besides, you should talk to him. I am sure he feels at least half the same as you. I don't know, but you two together seem really great to me. Imagine how great you can become."

"How did you figured that one out?"

"You talk about him all the time."

"Really? Gez, I'll have to work on that."

They fell asleep on the floor, her head his shoulder. As rain shushed him and and dream weaved flickering threads of promise of relief from thinking, as sensation of sinking deep down too dark to be found can't wait to be dragged underground, started to kick in, in between golden dust that began to settle down on his eyelashes weighing them down, he was begging to grasp why she liked the idea of friends so much. There is nothing as soothing as being in the arms that don't demand, don't expect; that encourage you to leave them if it's to find something that might suit you better than their necklace of bones.

That was what he was missing. Home. A person. Someone who will leave fairies on fireplace, not dust them off and scold him for trying to make them see their footprints.

This town, with its boats that wear their battle scars as proud as any valiant warrior who has seen things only sea can listen about; with its cobblestones that spark to life under raindrops as passersby with their umbrellas and soles of their shoes join in for festivity of life that doesn't stop but dances away worries hoping wind will take them into some less troubled waters; with its folklore of tales, woods and its people whose laughter rings in each and every one of citydwellers, for it's the forest from where it all came to be, where we go in our sleep, the pull to find our roots where they begin; this town that respects old ways and dead kings, for there are some things only ghosts can see, and children drink hot chocolate on terraces in harbour, because the mean are taken care of, put away so they don't haunt streets ever again; this town where everyone can be who they really are if they just give it a try, might just be the place where he found his piece of his heart that went missing when people who don't believe in anything they can't see, said "you are not a boy anymore, grow up and settle down", then hastened to close the window and broke a wing of a creature sitting on a sill.

He didn't cry then; now he wished he has. He has learnt that forest brings back things from dead, for those who never leave their friends behind no matter how barbed the path is.

Couple of days later, they gave in to temptation. It was raining and smiles weren't so shy, it wasn't a fairytale but there was something that couldn't be ignored, how flushed the skin became, or fluttering of heart in its cage begging to be let out, signs that couldn't be denied. red lips, loose tie, leave the night light on I want to see magic as we spill it all over these sheets.

"But you are magic, hasn't anyone ever told you that? I don't need light to see it. Magic is something you feel." she said as she ran her hands through his hair, pulled him closer and that's how shy smiles became moans.

Besides, it's in the night, souls like ours strive the most.

[anime-corner]

I'm Here | Oikawa T.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (hopefully for longer since classes are about to end). Anyways, this one's a bit shorter than usual. I hope you like it!

"Yahoo! Knock, knock~ Sorry, practice finished later than usual!" Oikawa called out but was only greeted by darkness, "(n/n)-chan?"

The house was still, not a single noise was heard. Oikawa doubted that you would leave without texting him, it was practically tradition to crash at your place every after school. He looked around, stealing a loaf of bread before heading upstairs. Dim lights could be seen from under the closed door as Oikawa turned the knob, inviting himself in as usual.

"Hey, Iwa-chan told me that-- what are you doing typing, er writing, whatever it is you're doing in the dark?!" He bellowed, flicking the light switch on. A hiss escaped your lips as you momentarily closed your eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Shut up, Tooru. I'm kind of busy at the moment so if you don't mind, I'd like to finish all of this tonight." His eyes glanced over at the stack of papers on your left as your right hand hovered on top of another, gripping on a pencil tightly. Your left hand was typing away as fast as it could.

"What's all these? Haven't you finished the assignment yesterday?"

"Well, yes but, this one's for the student council. I need to file a report and it needs to be passed at midnight." You then gestured towards the paper, a bit crumpled with the many times you wrote the wrong formula, "And this is for Monday's class presentation."

"And these?" He pointed towards the stack of papers.

"That's…" You blinked a couple of times before responding, "I think it's the ones from the council three days ago that I haven't checked yet. Anyways, I'll handle that after I'm done with this."

"How many hours of sleep did you even get?" He asked.

"What? I don't think my sleep schedule has anything to do with this, Tooru." You answered, not taking your eyes off of your work.

"Just tell me." Oikawa insisted, sitting on your bed as he stared at you.

"Fine. Around two or so? I'll give it a three since I've been running on coffee since I woke up." His brows furrowed, worry etched on his face if only you took the time to look at him.

"That's not good, (n/n)-chan. Come on, I'll finish that." You shook your head, still not lifting your gaze away.

"No way, you had practice just minutes ago! I'm perfectly capable of finishing these within the day if you just so let me. Now shush-- hey!"

"I mean it, (y/n)." You huffed as you glared at him, "You need your sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"What? No! I can't, Tooru!" You protested, standing up from your seat as you felt a slight pain from your head. You shook it off as nothing, "Tachibana-sensei's breathing down my neck saying she'd be the reason why I wouldn't be graduating this year."

"You still have a day to go before classes start again on Monday. You don't need to rush everything today--"

"Haven't you been listening? The report is due tonight. These," You gestured towards the stack of papers, "Might as well be due at the same time. And after this one, I've also got to revise my notes. I'm falling behind, Tooru and I don't want to hear anything from my mother once I move back."

"You won't (y/n), trust me. You're the smartest girl I know in school and probably the busiest one. I'm sure she'd be proud of you--"

"You see, that's not enough. I need to get my grades up, a bit higher than now." You countered. You retorted, huffing in annoyance at how the setter wouldn’t leave you all alone.

"You don't need to. What you need is to calm down a bit. You know that--"

"Will you stop it, Tooru!? You just don't get it, do you?! My parents thought that I would get into Shiratorizawa and what did I do? Fail the exam!" You bellowed, standing up from your seat as the male stepped back a bit. You stood up, voice raised as Oikawa stepped back, "My mom wanted me to at least be at the top during my first and second year, to at least in her words, redeem myself. But I failed on that too. Now, you're telling me to calm down? To take a break? Well, I can't. I've got my family's voices screaming at me saying I should do better! Do you know how--"

"You're crying, (y/n)..." Oikawa whispered as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. You lightly pushed him back, rubbing your way with your sleeves. He pointed out. A hand lay on your cheek as his thumb wiped away a tear, you pushed him away after, wiping it away with your hands.

"S-shut up. I'm not crying. Just… leave me alone for today, Tooru. I'm really busy and I can't afford to let all of my hard work turn to dust."

"I'll help you."

"For the last time, I--" He cut you off.

"Just let me help!" He was already frustrated seeing the girl he adored so much struggling with her life.

He knew of her problem with her parents and most importantly, he knew the conflict she had with herself. He knew that feeling more than ever. And he didn't want her to feel the same way he did during that time.

And he was afraid that, while it might not cost her a knee, she might lose so much more if she continues. Perhaps, her eyesight or her health. Worst case, her life. And he wasn't going to let her get to that point.

"If Iwa-chan was here, he'd know what to do… but he isn't. And I don't want to disturb him too. I'm just trying my best to help you, because I understand, I understand you the most out of everyone," He walked closer, enveloping you in a hug as the two of you sat on the floor, "You just want to prove something but, you're all fed up about everything. You're trying your best but I guess, to others, that's not good enough."

Tears slowly dripped down from your face once again as you buried your head on his chest, gripping on his jacket, "Why can't you leave me alone, Tooru? I don't care if you get me… I just want to be left alone."

"I'm staying, (y/n) and that's final. I'm not going to let you carry that burden all by yourself anymore. I'm here, remember? I'll help you," Oikawa whispered in your ear as he caressed your back, "You're, besides Iwaizumi, the one I treasure the most. I care about you and I don't want you to suffer like this when I know that I could have tried and saved you from it."

"Why?" That one question made him silent for a while as you looked up at him.

"I… it's because…" He sighed, making you somewhat dread and anticipate the answer at the same time, "I love you, you know that? And while this might possibly be-- ah, who am I kidding? It's the worst time possible to tell you this, I don't think that I'll be able to get another chance like this."

"T-Tooru… I…" You started but went silent as he brought his hand up.

"Please hear me out?" He inhaled before opening his mouth again to speak, "I… I want to support you (y/n), the same way you and Iwaizumi did all these years, especially during the time when I overworked my knee. The two of you were always there. So, let me be there for you too."

"It's just not easy when you've been doing everything yourself for most of your life…" You gulped, avoiding his gaze as you clenched your fists tightly.

"I know. But, I really do love you. And I promise that you'll never regret choosing me unlike how I regret eyeing up girls when I knew that you were right in front of me the whole time and they'll never be you. They'll never be as hardworking, caring and overly kind as you. You're perfect and so much more. Because everything means nothing to me if I can have you to call as mine." Oikawa said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Even the nationals?" You asked, teasing him a bit.

"I… okay, maybe not the nationals. I still want to beat Ushiwaka and all. But that's besides the point," He shook his head, placing his chin on top of your head, "You're amazing and beautiful, even when you think you're not. And I'm really sorry for confessing at the worst time possible. But, believe me when I say that I love you."

"Why are you… confessing now?" Somehow, this question made him think. It's not like he hadn't practiced his answer in the mirror for a million times, making sure it was perfect to his ears. Not at all. But, given the situation, he'd have to abandon that script and start a new one.

"Well, it just pains me to see you doing the same things I did before, even though your academics and my career as a player are two different things, and I thought that if I manage to successfully tell you how I feel, I could somehow help you carry all of this. Because by that time, I would hopefully be your boyfriend." Oikawa spoke genuinely, moving one of his hands from her back to her head, stroking her hair.

"You don't need to be my boyfriend to help me, you know."

"I know that but you just make it so difficult, argh! Everytime I see you frustrated, I just wanna hug you and kiss you and then take over your work while you rest. But I can't do that as a friend! So… so..." Not that he thought about it, what he said sounded stupid, "Yeah, I know. It's a dumb excuse."

"You're an idiot." The third year laughed out loud.

"I know, Iwa tells me that all the time." You lightly hit his shoulder, hiding the smile that was threatening to show, "At least I made you smile right?"

"I guess you did, Tooru. I guess you did." He hummed in satisfaction before something else you couldn't quite figure out what was etched on his face.

"I'm not going to force you to answer my feelings right away, (y/n)-chan. I can wait." He stammered.

"Why wait when I feel the same way? I love you too, Tooru." He perked up suddenly, making you hide the massive blush on your face.

"Wait, really? You're not joking right? (y/n)?" The setter found you fast asleep, whether or not you were faking it, he wouldn't know. He only chuckled, kissing your head, "Alright… I'll let you get some rest. You deserve it."

He carried you over to your bed, tucking you in. His hand lingered on your cheek, a smile on his face as he whispered.

"Dream of me will you, (y/n)-chan?" Oikawa stood up straight, eyes darting towards your mess of a desk, "Now… which one did she say she needed by midnight?"

Let me hold your hand and carry the same burden you hold. I'll always be here, even if you push me away.

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Forgiveness • Christopher x Sylvia [Parade's End]

Summary: Sylvia begs Christopher to forgive her. He ends up giving in to his desires... And to her.

Warnings: angst, smut

Word count: 1022

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for being inactive, I just don't feel like writing lately but I found this one in my drafts and I love Parade's End so much! Oh Christopher, I wish I could hug you forever! Anyway, it's a pretty old one but I hope you enjoy it! 🌿 -Cer

"Please Sylvia..."

"Please what, Christopher? I am your wedded wife... I didn't even touch myself because I waited for you, my husband to fulfill my desires! What do I have to..." She brought her delicate, soft hands to her face while sobbing, "What do I have to do to make you love me again? I know I made mistakes and I-I don't even deserve to be your wife - but what else am I supposed to do?.. Tell me and I'll do it, I'll do anything you want but..." Christopher was looking at his wife with a look of concern, sorrow, maybe a little bit of regret. "Oh for God's sake, Christopher, say something! Yell at me, call me bitch, hurt me just the way I hurt you, but don't... don't do this!"

Her makeup was ruined by her tears and her plump, cherry red lips were shivering. Christopher had never seen her like this; before he could react she started to pull her own hair - she could no longer stand it. Christopher made a move to stop her but she screamed, "Don't touch me!"

He didn't know what to do, he wasn't sure himself if he forgave her or not but seeing her like this hurt him. "Sylvia," he said softly as he grabbed her small wrists in one swift move, "Look at me please..."

She obeyed him, looked up at him with glassy eyes; "All I needed was your forgiveness..." said she quietly. He was still holding her hands in the air, he couldn't bear seeing her hurt herself; yet he knew that guilty conscience was much more painful than the physical harm she could give herself. He gulped, "I... I forgive you."

Sylvia looked at him as if she couldn't believe it. "Really?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." He nodded, "Really..."

She hugged his chest, her nose in the crook of his neck. They both were quiet now and Christopher rubbed her back. The young woman pulled back while still hugging him, looking at his lips.

She had this desire for years. Maybe it was because he was unreachable for her, but no, maybe it was just guilt that made her fall for him. Oh how proud she was to have him, and now his soft lips were touching hers. She pressed her lips on his and held his face, he wanted to pull back but Sylvia didn't let him. Instead, she started to kiss him with passion whilst pulling his blond hair. One of her hands went down to his manhood and rubbed him gently, Christopher held her face and kissed her back while pushing her towards the wall. She felt him getting hard under her touch and when he moaned into her mouth, she was melting. Her mind was numb, all she could focus on was him; she's never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him and now, she had him. She was begging him not to stop in her mind.

When Christopher's long, cold fingers made their way to her arms and gripped her hand to stop her from rubbing him, her heart skipped a beat in disappointment... But when her back touched the wall she was relieved.

He was kneading one of her ass cheeks and there was no gap between their bodies now, she could feel him against her stomach and was dying to have inside her. She couldn't resist him; his scent, his touch and soft lips on hers, so she pulled her white nightgown up and pressed herself into him.

He touched the hem of her silk drawers and took them off, he could smell her arousal. When he stood up she was still holding her gown up for him, he took himself out quickly and stroked himself a few times before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist. She held his manhood and guided it into her entrance as she panted, he pushed himself inside her slowly and waited until she adjusted to him. "Christopher... Go on..."

He pulled back and thrusted into her deeper and harder this time, maybe he was taking revenge in his own way. Sylvia's long nails scratched his green shirt as she moaned loudly with no shame and he grunted into her ear, filling the room with obscene noises. She was tight and felt amazing around him, he could tell she was close because her walls were squeezing him tighter now which felt like heaven. Her moans were getting louder but he didn't even hear them, "Oh God, Sylvia..."

Soon, she threw her head back and came around him, watching her panting with her mouth open brought Christopher to the edge. She was kissing his lips when he filled her with his cum and moaned into her mouth.

None of them cared about the possibility of her getting pregnant again. They both were panting, the heat of the room overwhelming them. Her sweat smelt just like her perfume, the scent of her wavy hair filling his lungs. Once they both had calmed down, he took himself out of her and made sure she could stand without falling. Sylvia smiled and pulled him by his hand towards the bed; when he put himself back in his pants she rested her head on his chest. I'm so lucky, she thought while listening to his heartbeat turn back to normal. Taking a deep breath, she managed to say these 3 words she had always dreamed of telling him. She was scared of his reaction, she knew it was probably impossible for him to say it back after all she's done to him but she wanted to say it anyway.

"I love you..."

And silence.

That was what she was scared of and hated about him the most, his silence. She felt her heart break once again and closed her eyes to not cry... But then she heard him snore softly, his chest heaving. He probably didn't even hear her saying it.

Of course he was tired... He was a man who loved his country and just came back from war. And she could wait for him forever.

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Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! ❤️🌼

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Return Of The Champ-Roman Reigns

Plot Summary: Roman and Y/N have always continuously flirted with words, and their eyes but never pursued anything. When she returns at the summerslam in Las Vegas for the Smackdown Women's championship....everything changes.

Y/N's P.O.V

The crowd was euphoric as you made your 18 month return from your double ACL injuries. Becky Lynch was the current champion, and the two of you have a short match, and you walk out as champion. The whole crowd chanting your name, and you couldn't stop smiling.

The one person you were nervous to see was Roman. It had been a long time since you had seen him, and you barely got by with his random texts and phone calls. Seeing him would be a different story.

"How bad is it?" Roman asks as he walks into the trainers room.

"It's both knees. Freak accident. I'm going to be out for a while." You look up at him with tears falling down your face. "That's at least a year. What the fuck am I going to do Roman?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed, and takes your hands in his. "You know what you're going to do? You're going to have successful surgeries, heal, and then work to get both of those knees stronger than they were before."

"This is what I get for carrying the women's division on my back. Buckled under the pressure." You tell him, and he smirks at you.

"There she is. That's my girl." He tells you, and stands back up. The silence is deafening between the two of you because you know you won't see him for a long time. "Y/N...I"

"Don't." You shake your head. He sighs, and doesn't say anything else. "I'll see you when I come back, alright?"

He nods, and bends down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "At least text me about the surgery? I need to make sure you're okay."

"Of course." You tell him, and he moves some of your hair behind your ear. "I promise."

"Good." He says, and looks at you once more before leaving the room.

As soon as you make your way to the back you are met with many people congratulating you and hugging you. As you make your way down the line you look up and see Roman's stature, and your breath hitches in your throat. He was dressed in his normal black cargo pants, and his merch shirt. No jimmy or Jey with him, but Paul was.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite champ. Back at it again." He says with a smirk, his eyes going up and down your body. "Knees look like they work again."

You giggle, and look him over. "Wouldn't you like to know." You tease him, and he bites down on his lip.

"Congratulations, and welcome back." He says, and opens his arms for you. As soon as they wrapped around you, you felt safe like you always did in his arms. "I missed you, baby girl." He whispers in your ear, and you hug him tighter.

He pulls away from you, and you can't help but stare at him. "You staying for the rest of the night?" He asks you, and you nod.

"Couldn't miss my favorite champ in action either." You say with a wink, and walk off before he can say anything else.

"Are you nervous?" Roman asks me as you were about to go back for surgery.

"I'll only admit this to you, but yes. I'm terrified." You confess to him. He stares into your eyes, and looks around for anyone that may be looking at them. He gently presses his lips to yours.

"You've got this baby girl. I'll be here when you get out." He tells you, and kisses your forehead.

Roman finally makes his way backstage after the show, and you slowly make your way to his locker room. When he walks inside, he's alone. He looks up at you, and smiles. "Still not used to you being around here again."

"Well, I could always leave. Some people are wanting to buy me a drink anyway." You tease him, and stand up from his couch to stride your way to the door when he cuts you off in front of the door.

"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight after 18 months, you have another thing coming." He says, and you can basically feel the heat radiating off his sweaty, post match body.

"Sounds very stalker-ish, Reigns." You tell him, a smirk on his face as you look down at his chest.

"I don't see you running away." He says, and pushes your hair behind your ear. "You never did run away. Ever."

"I didn't want to." You tell him, looking into his eyes. "Roman, I-" He cuts you off with his lips on yours. His hands hold your face, and rest your hands on his back.

A knock on the door makes him pull away from you. It was Paul. "Sir, Brock and I need you for a few minutes please."

"I'm in the middle of something." He says, sounding irritated. "Can this wait until at least monday?"

"Yeah, we'll call you." Brock tells him, and they leave. He shuts the door again, and turns to face you once more.

"Sorry about that." He says, and walks over to where you had walked.

"It's okay. I know how it is." You tell him, and he smiles at you. "So, did you have any big plans tonight?"

"Not anymore." He says with a smirk. "Do you?"

"I wasn't lying when I said some people wanted to buy me a drink. You want to come with us?"

"I'd love to. As long as I get to sit next to you." He says with a smirk. "Just need to shower real quick. Wait for me?"

"You do stink." You tell him, and he rolls his eyes at you. "I'm kidding! Yes, I'll wait out here."

"Be out in a few." He says, stepping to you to peck your lips. He walks away, and you can't help but to smile at yourself.

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It was a small gathering, and you liked it that way. Roman was making it no secret that you two had something going on with the way that he kept touching you all night. Whether it was a hand on the knee or him whispering in your ear, he was all over you.

The group included Seth, Becky, Rhea, Nia, Sasha, Charlotte, and The Usos. Everyone was sitting around the table chatting with one another, and you could feel Becky's eyes on you. She was the only one who really knew about your deep feelings for Roman.

You look over at her, and give her a smile. She smiles back knowingly while Seth and Roman were in a conversation of their own. You lay your head down on Roman's shoulder, and he turns to press a quick kiss the top of it before turning his attention back to Seth.

"You look happy." Becky mouths to you, and you smile, giving her a quick nod.

"Tired baby girl?" Roman asks you, and you nod. "Come on, I'll take you home." He says, and you lift your head off of him to stand up. "Everyone say goodnight to the champ."

After you say goodbye to everyone, Roman follows you out of the building and begins to drive away. You could tell he was nervous by the way he was fidgeting, and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "Roman?" You ask him, and he turns to look at you. "Everything okay?"

"I uh, wanted to ask you if maybe you wanted to stay the night with me?" He asks you, and you smile at her nervous he is. "You don't have to. I've just missed you, and we can watch a movie or something."

"That sounds nice." You tell him, and he smiles at you. "I do need to stop by my apartment though. Need to pack a bag."

"Sure." He says, and nods at you. "Pack whatever you need. You can stay as long as you want."

"Don't tell me that." You joke. "I may never want to leave."

He just smirks, and focuses on the road.

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You were nervous to be alone with Roman for this long knowing all of those built up emotions would be let loose the moment he were to look or touch you a certain way. Once you got to his house, you jumped in the shower, and put on a pair of shorts, and one of his favorite shirts he had bought you month's back.

He had changed into a pair of black basketball shorts, and of course, no shirt, and was laying on the bed waiting for you. His attention was currently on his phone until he felt the bed dip. You roll over onto your side, and he wraps his arms around you after turning the light off.

"I'm so happy you're back, baby girl." He whispers in your ear, his hand running through your hair. "You have no idea."

"This is the first time we've seen each other since I went home after surgery." You tell him, and he just continues to press kisses all over your shoulder.

"You don't know how many times I considered leaving just to come be with you. But, you would have just told me to get my ass back to work."

"Yes I would have. You're having the run of your life right now. I'm proud of you."

You roll over to bury your face in his chest, and he turns the TV off. Your heart was beating so loud, you could have sworn he heard it.

He pulls the comforter up over the both of you, and it's silent for a moment. You've always felt safe around Roman. You've had so many bad relationships though that you felt like any move you made with him you would screw up.

You scratch lightly at his lower back, and bring one of your legs up to slide in between the two of his. He moves your hair behind your ear, and you move your head back to look at him. "I don't want to lose you." You tell him, and sniffle.

"Why would you lose me, baby girl?" He asks, his voice soft. "I'm right here. I always have been."

"I know." You tell him, and he wipes your tears off your face. "You make me safe, and that terrifies me."

He runs his thumbs over your cheek bones, and you relax into his chest. "There's no secret how I feel about you, Y/N. I'll wait until you're comfortable. I'd never force you into anything."

"I'm tired of thinking about this. It's all I thought about while I was gone. I was afraid you had found someone." You confess, and he let's out a chuckle. "What's funny?"

"You have no idea just how much you mean to me. Do you?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Let's just say, Seth is probably sick of hearing me talk about you."

You smile at him, and he kisses your forehead. "You're obsessed." You joke with him, and he looks in your eyes.

"Absolutely I am." He says, with all seriousness. He then leans forward, and connects your lips together. His soft lips move against yours, and with no interruptions this time, you pull him closer to you.

His hand holds the back of your neck as he kisses you harder. His free hand slides down to grab a hold of your hip. There was no going back now, and you knew that.

You pull away to catch your breath, and rest your forehead against his. "Was that too much?" He asks, and you shake your head. He takes that as invitation to press his lips back to yours, and this time his tongue glides across your bottom lip. You open your lips, and his tongue smashes against yours.

His hand moves from your hip to your leg, and you gasp at the movement. He pulls away, and you move your head to the side hoping that he gets the hint. He does when his mouth then trails down to your jaw, and then down to your neck.

He moves himself to in between your legs, and you let him. As you've wanted this for months. "So beautiful." He mumbles against your skin. You smile, and he notices it when he picks his head back up to kiss your lips once more.

You look into his eyes, and grab his hands as he stays kneeled in between your legs. "What is it baby?" He asks you when the tears fill your eyes.

"I love you, Roman." You finally confess to him. You were nervous for his reaction until he smiles the biggest you've ever seen him smile.

"Oh baby girl. I love you, too. So much. Let me show you." He says, and pushes your shirt up until your breasts were exposed. You sit up to discard of the shirt all together.

You watch as his eyes darken even more, and he looks into your eyes, maintaining eye contact as his lips close around your nipple. You bring your right hand down into his hair, and he squeezes his eyes shut when you tug on it a little bit.

He kisses across your chest until he does the same thing to your left nipple, and you bite down on your lip as you watch him. You begin to squirm beneath him, and he uses his own weight to pin your hips to the bed.

"Roman, please." You beg him, and he smirks against your skin. He picks his head up to press his lips to yours again. You lock your legs around his waist, and try to buck your hips up to feel some kind of friction.

"So needy for me, aren't you?" He teases you, and you whine beneath him. "What is it you always call me when you talk to the girls?" Your face fills up with heat. "I believe you say that I'm a Samoan sex God. Hmm?"

"Shut up, and do something." You try to argue. He grabs your arms from around his neck, and he pins them down to the bed.

"How about you be a good girl for me? I'll take good care of you. I promise." He says, and then finally grinds down onto you. You choke out a moan, and he smirks down at you. "Now, tell daddy how you want it."

"I just need to feel you, please. I need all of you." You beg him, and he pulls himself away from you to pull off his basketball shorts, and his boxers. His erection slapping against his stomach, and your eyes widen at the size of him.

"Still want it?" He asks you, and you nod. He slides your shorts, and panties off of you. He spreads you open, and spits down onto you, rubbing it all over you.

He crawls back onto the bed. He glides his cock up, and down your folds before sliding himself all the way in. "And here I thought the tribal chief didn't do missionary." You tease him, and he chuckles before pulling out and slamming into you.

"I said every single night. Plus, you're pretty to look at." He says with a smirk, and places one of your legs over his shoulder. "Now, shut up, and take this cock like you've been dying to do."

His free hand reaches up to grab onto your left breath while his other one had a hold on your hip, using it as leverage to thrust in and out of you.

You grab his hand that's on your breast, and slide it up to wrap around your throat. A devilish smirk is plastered on his face, and he removes your leg from his shoulder.

He scoots you up, and exchanges hisbleft hand for his right on your throat. He picks up his speed once more. His cock driving into your pussy in all the right ways. "Mine." He growls, and all you hear is skin slapping skin. "Been mine, haven't you baby girl?"

"Yes daddy." You confirm, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Always been yours."

"Fuck." He groans, and pushes his cock deeper into you. "Give me your hand." He says, and you give it to him. He places it at the bottom of your stomach.

"Oh my god....is that?"

"Yeah. That's my cock filling you to the brim." He confirms, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You're so deep." You moan, and he grabs your hand, sliding his hand inside of yours. You bring your hand down to rub your clit, and he removes yours from your throat.

"Talk to me. Tell me how good you feel." He begs, and drops his weight a little. His hands grip your thighs, and you know there will be bruises there, but you didn't care.

"So fucking good. Please don't stop." You beg him, and pull him down by his neck to press your lips to his. He dips his tongue back inside your mouth, and your legs begin to shake. He slows down, savoring every last second of you.

"I love you so fucking much." He says against your lips. You push him over so that now you were on top.

"Couldn't let you have all the fun, chief." You tell him, and begin to grind down onto him. You lean back, and he squeezes your breasts before you begin to bounce up and down on top of him.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, and you gasp before moaning. Your legs were just about done for. Roman notices this and pulls you down so your chests meet, and he thrusts into you from below.

He rolls you back over onto your back, and slides his hands underneath your arms to hold your head. "Cum for me, baby girl. I want to feel you."

"I'm so close, daddy." You whimper, and he picks his pace back up. "Fuck, I'm gunna cum." You grab onto his hair, and pull until you release, and you hold onto him.

"Holy fuck. You squirted." He says, and you cover your face.

"Come on daddy, cum inside me."

"Yeah?" He asks breathless, and you nod. "Okay baby girl." He says, and grabs your jaw to open your mouth to spit in it before making you swallow.

His thrusts slow down, and you drag your nails down his back. You watch his face contort in pleasure as he release himself into you. Moaning your name before collapsing on top of you.

"We should have done that months ago." You joke, and he laughs before lifting his head up to look at you.

"You were worth the wait." He says before pecking your lips. "I'm definitely not letting you out of my sight now."

"You better not. With being my boyfriend and all now." Yoy tease him, hoping he realizes what you just said.

"Boyfriend hmm?" He asks with a smile. "I like the sound of that almost as much as I like the sound of you being my girlfriend."

You smile at him, and he kisses you again before pulling out. "Now, you lay right there and I'll go get a bath ready."

"Okay." You tell him with a smile. He walks back over to you and kisses you sweetly.

"I love you."

"And I love you." You tell him before watching him walk away.

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