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nalgenewhore · 4 years ago

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Six

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an: i know i usually post every other day, but i hit 700 followers today aaannndd im real happy so enjoy! this is the drama yall’ve been sittin pretty and waitin for

Elide glanced at herself in her mirror, popping her lips as her front door was practically bashed in.

Aelin was always an impatient brat, but tonight, Elide couldn’t blame her - they were finally getting to meet the mysterious Rowan and some of his friends as well. She knew her sister was inordinately anxious for this to go well.

Finally, Elide walked out of her bathroom, smoothing her hands down the fronts of her skin-tight jeans, and it looked like her door was just barely hanging on. Thank the gods for her deadbolt. “For Anneith’s sake, Ae, calm your titties, please.”

Elide sighed and unlocked her door, opening it to find her sister there, a slightly apologetic wince on her face. “Sorry! I’m nervous,” the blonde said, lifting her hand to run it through her locks, but she’d forgotten she’d thrown them up in a ponytail and so Aelin settled for picking at her cuticles. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, just gotta put on my shoes,” Elide said, “come in, maybe drink some water, calm down?”

Aelin entered and closed the door behind her, practically bouncing up and down uncontrollably. “I’ve been trying to calm down all day! I was pinning pleats and stabbed myself so many times.”

“You really like this guy, huh?”

A blush rose to Aelin’s cheeks and she ducked her head, “I don’t know! He’s just… you know? I like being around him, he’s… not really ‘nice’ but he’s nice, you know?”

Elide laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, I don’t, at all, but I get it. I’m happy for you, babe.”

“I’m happy for me too,” Aelin reached out and took Elide’s hand, squeezing once as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m really happy.” Breathing out and blinking, she smiled, “Ok, enough of that, can you get your shoes on please?”

“Bossy,” teased Elide, dropping her sister’s hand to sit down at her front hall bench and shove on her platform Doc Marten’s, lacing them up tight. “Pass me my jacket, darling?” She stood and held a hand out for the coat Aelin passed to her. Elide patted her pockets, feeling her phone, keys, and wallet. “Alright, I’m good to go.”

“Finally,” Aelin said, dragging Elide out into the hall. She was barely patient enough to wait for Elide to lock the door.

Aelin chattered nervously the entire drive to the pub, only talking faster when they picked up Nehemia.

Nehemia and Elide exchanged amused glances as they parked and Aelin practically threw herself from the vehicle, stopping herself from racing into the building when she remembered the two of them. “Sorry,” she said, smiling a bit as they walked over to her and were joined by Nesryn by herself.

“Hey, Ae, Lys had to work tonight,” Nesryn said, an apologetic furrow in her brow. “I’m sorry, she really wanted to meet him.”

“Oh,” Aelin replied, deflating slightly. “It’s ok, she can meet him another time, right? It’s fine, really, let’s go!”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Auntie D!”

Dresenda smiled as Kohana launched himself at her, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Hey, kiddo.” She reached down and picked him up, propping him up on her side. Kohana smiled widely, his hooded eyes crinkling and nearly disappearing with his joy as they pressed their noses together, as part of the Bogdano greeting. “Lorcan, what’s up?”

Lorcan smiled at his sister-in-law, “Nothing much, what about you?”

“Same old, same old,” Dresenda replied, tickling Kohana’s side. The adults both chuckled as he giggled and squirmed away from the fingers. “But really, how are you?”

Lorcan found it hard to look at her sometimes. They had always looked alike, her and Essar. That had changed after Dresenda had joined the military and risen up the ranks, becoming hardened. Desperation, that’s what it was. A desperation to see the love of his life again, in anything, anywhere. “I’m ok, really. Little man’s in school and he’s liking that, aren’t you, K-Man?”

“I love school, Dad. I love it.” Kohana corrected him. He turned to his aunt and began speaking Bogdano to her, conversing easily in one of his native tongues.

Dresenda smiled and responded in the same language, putting him down and letting him run off into the house she was assigned after being discharged.

“And how’re you, D?”

“Well, I’d like to think I’m going good. Got a new therapist, one that has actually been in active combat,” she said with an eye roll. Lorcan had heard it all before when she’d first arrived back in town, about how an active combat soldier should receive an active combat therapist. Civilians couldn’t understand it and he couldn’t blame her for that.

“That’s good. Thanks for watching him, again, I know it’s not what anyone really wants to do on a Saturday but—”

“Lorcan, for fuck’s sake, man. I genuinely enjoy looking after your kid. What is it with parents, thinking everyone else just dreads interacting with their demons?” She punched his shoulder and he grimaced.

“Ow, that hurt.”

“Oh, you’re a big boy, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Dresenda said, shaking her head. “Get out of here, go have fun, I’m gonna go corrupt your child.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Lorcan said, calling out a good-bye to his son who raced back towards him, his face stricken.

“Até!” Lorcan crouched and hugged Kohana, swearing he died when the little one hugged him tight and pressed his cheek against Lorcan’s shoulder. “Bye-bye, até.”

“Bye-bye, prince,” he said, brushing back Kohana’s long hair and kissing his forehead. “Be good for D, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. D told me we could watch a movie!” The two adults chuckled at his obvious anticipation. “Love you.”

“Love you too, K-Man.” Kohana stretched up on his toes to leave a little peck on Lorcan’s cheek before he spun away and reached for Dresenda. “Have fun, D.”

“You too.” Dresenda and Kohana stayed on the porch as he walked away, waving the entire time.

When he got in his truck, his phone rang and he connected it to the car speaker so he could drive. “Ro, what’s up?”

“Where are you?”

“Gods, man, can you calm down? I’m dropping off my child, I’ll be there soon,” Lorcan said, rolling his eyes. “Why’re you so jumpy?”

“‘Cause I really like this girl and Fen’s fuckin’ AWOL, L!”

“Ok, stop yelling, I’m driving to his house right, now, geeze.”

“Wait, are you driving? Why are you on the phone—”

“Calm down, daddy, it’s hands-free,” Lorcan said, laughing through the sentence.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then please remove your dick from my ass.”

Rowan groaned in frustration, “Mala fucking fry me, can you just pick up that fuckhead and get here faster?”

“Anything for my daddy.”

“Shut up.”

“Bye,” Lorcan crooned, “I love you.”

“Fuck off,” Rowan snarled. Lorcan waited patiently. “...iloveyoutoo.”

Lorcan laughed and hung up, slowing down in front of Fenrys’ house, where the golden-haired man was already waiting outside. When Lorcan honked his horn, he looked up from his phone and smiled, jogging out to the truck. “You ready to meet this chick?”

There was a smile Lorcan didn’t trust on his face and he gave Fenrys a suspicious look as he drove. “Yeah, I guess. I’m happy for him.”

“Well, me too,” Fenrys declared, still grinning.

“You’re freaking me out, what’s with the smile, Fen?”

“Nah, it’s nothing. Just excited, is all.”

“Alright,” Lorcan said, still wary. “Do you know any of her friends besides Mi?”

“Nossir. Ay, look at that, we’re here!” He was out of the car before Lorcan had parked the truck and stepped out, grabbing his beat-up jean jacket. Fenrys was waiting a metre away and waited for Lorcan before they stalked over to the pub’s entrance, where Rowan, Connall, and Vaughan were waiting.

“Finally, you’re here,” Rowan said, relief flooding his face.

“Hellas, you really like this girl, huh?”

Even under the darkness of the fall evening, they all saw Rowan’s cheeks flush as he ducked his head, “Yeah. I do.”

Fenrys jumped onto Lorcan’s back, “Well, then let’s meet her! Sooner I can tell her the story, the better!” They walked into the pub, Lorcan easily carrying Fenrys.

Time slowed as Rowan began threatening him into silence over a stupid and humiliating story from college, as Lorcan’s eyes landed on the corner booth where Nehemia sat and right next to her… Elide Lochan.

He was frozen in his spot, his mouth dropping open which seemed like his new thing around her, gawking. Lorcan was going to kill Fenrys. Maybe Nehemia too.

Probably having felt his gaze on her, Elide turned her head, an irritated expression on her face that faded into shock, closely followed by fury when Nehemia giggled and waved at him. Seeing her hit Nehemia’s arm with the back of her hand had Lorcan snapping out of his shock and dropping Fenrys unceremoniously, tersely telling Rowan to shut the fuck up. “Are you fucking kidding me, Fenrys?”

“What are you- oh, I see you saw Elide, hmm?”

“How long have you known,” Lorcan accused him, balling his hands into fists. “Fenrys.”

“Known what?” Connall asked, looking between his twin and Lorcan, who looked two seconds away from bashing Fenrys’ teeth in.

“The girl next to Nehemia is Kohana’s teacher. And I slept with her.”

Everyone waited with unimpressed expressions as Fenrys sighed, “Since poker night. Mia was out with her and pieced it together.”

Lorcan’s hackles raised and his fists twitched, his knuckles practically aching for the burst of pain when they collided with a face. Instead, he shoved Fenrys’ chest, making him stagger back a step. “You can’t fucking do that, Fenrys. What were you even trying to do?” He shook his head and didn’t wait for Fenrys’ response before he was grabbing Connall and Vaughan, dragging them to the bar.

“I’ll talk to him,” Connall said as they ordered drinks. “You know he ain’t mean nothing by it, bro.”

He did know that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel manipulated or puppeteered. Lorcan just nodded vaguely and knocked back a shot and grumbled, “Let’s get this shit over with.”

He did feel a twinge of remorse as he watched the myth herself, Aelin, launch out of the booth to hug Rowan. Vaughan clapped him over the shoulder, whispering in their mother tongue, “Just give it a try, huh? You liked her enough to talk to her for at least three drinks.”

Lorcan rounded on his cousin, “You’re on his side?”

“No,” Vaughan placated, “but it’s Fenrys. Boyo thinks he’s the second coming of fucking Lumas or some shit. He’s a romantic.”

“He’s a fucking busyody.”

“Whatever. You coming or nah?”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide was watching in amusement as Aelin babbled on and on, clearly nervous as she sipped from her drink. Nehemia exchanged a weird look with Nesryn and Elide, raising her brows towards the chattering blonde.

“So,” Elide stated, interrupting Aelin’s rambling. “What are his friends like, Mia?”

Nehemia’s eyes twinkled with something Elide couldn’t read, “Oh, they’re nice I suppose. Very rowdy, very loud. All pretty boys, very nice to look at, Elide.”

She rolled her eyes and looked to the door when a group of loud men tumbled in. Elide recognized one of them immediately, as well as the dark-skinned man on his back. Lorcan. Carrying Fenrys.

Life froze and Elide watched Lorcan’s mouth drop open. His eyes flicked to the side and she followed his gaze to find Nehemia waving. “Oh my fucking gods, are you serious, Nehemia? Lorcan?”

Nehemia smiled serenely, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You so do! I saw you waving at him, what the fuck?” She smacked Nehemia’s arm with the back of her hand.

“Girl, come on,” Nehemia said, nudging her, “it’s kind of funny.”

Elide scowled, “You know, it really isn’t. Not telling me that the guy I slept with, who also happens to be the father of one of my students, is also your husband’s friend? And Aelin’s boyfriend’s friend too?”

Nesryn’s eyes widened, but Aelin didn’t notice anything as she jumped out of the booth and ran to meet a silver-haired man. Nehemia slipped out to greet Fenrys and Nesryn moved to sit next to Elide. “You don’t have to talk to him, you know. I’ll ignore him with you,” she offered, smiling when Elide chuckled and leaned into her side.

“Thanks, but I should probably be an adult and be polite. It’s not like he’s dying to talk to me either.”

“El, Nes! Come meet everyone,” Aelin called, beckoning them over with eyes that read: If you don’t come over right now I will gut you two.

Rolling their eyes, they tossed back the rest of their drinks and stood up, walking over to the rest of the group. Lorcan caught her eyes and nodded once, acknowledging the awkwardness of the scenario. Elide relaxed a bit as Aelin pulled her to her side. “Hey, I’m Elide, Ae’s little sister,” she said, sticking her hand out to Rowan. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Rowan looked nervous as well and his eyes darted around the group, mainly telling some sort of message to his friends before he took her hand and smiled, “I’m Rowan, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Fenrys coughed and smirked, but Nehemia swiftly elbowed him. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Introductions were made all around and the larger group moved back to the booth. Elide and Lorcan both scowled at Nehemia and Fenrys, respectively, when the meddling couple forced them together, making them sit side by side. Nehemia mouthed, Talk to him!

Sighing, Elide mustered up all her willpower and turned to Lorcan, “So what is it that you do? I’ve been wondering - you’re always covered in grease and wear overalls a lot.”

Lorcan loosed a chuckle and drank some of his whiskey, “I’m a mechanic. I work at the same shop as Ansel and Fenrys.” At the mention of Fenrys’ name, they both frowned for a split second, but after, they were visibly more comfortable.

Elide hummed and accepted the Manhattan Nehemia slid her way in apology with a forgiving smile and a slight eye roll in response to her friend’s triumphant smile and not-so-subtle eyebrow wiggle. “I admit I’ve been confused about something else.”

He rose a brow in question and looked down at her. She flashbacked to the fateful night and felt her cheeks heat. “Yes?”

“How old are you,” she blurted, thankful for the other conversations at the table so that no one would hear her bumbling words. “It’s just- you look so young and you have a kid, too.”

Chuckling, he said, “Haven’t you ever heard it’s rude to ask someone their age?” Elide rolled her eyes and jabbed his side with her elbow. “Hey, ow, I bruise easy,” Lorcan joked. She rolled her eyes again. “Fine, fine, got married the summer after highschool to the love of my life and she got pregnant a couple months after we graduated university. I’m twenty-five. How old are you?”

“Twenty-four,” she said, running her finger over the rim of her glass. “What’d you go to university for?”

“Mechanical engineering. Got a job at a firm and realized I hated it so I got a job at Malakai’s. Been there ever since.”

“Are you any good?”

He looked quizzically at her, nodding. “Yeah, I’m good at what I do. Why?”

Elide waved her hand vaguely, “I just moved here and I have a vintage VW that’s prone to throwing temper tantrums and breaking down on me. I’ve been meaning to look for someone since I’ll be driving more ‘cause it’s getting colder now.”

Lorcan bobbed his head and turned to Fenrys, “Marama, you got a business card on you?”

Fenrys perked up and opened his mouth to say something that would no doubt irritate both Lorcan and Elide. Thankfully, Nehemia deterred him and he passed one over. “Yeah, here you go.”

Lorcan took it and fished a pen out of his jacket, scribbling something on the back of the smooth paper. He handed it to her, tapping the back with a long finger, “Call whenever you need to.”

It was a number with his name beneath it. Elide traced it with the tip of her now-clear with iridescent butterflies acrylic before putting it in the back pocket of her tight jeans, smiling easily at him. “Thanks. I’m probably due for an oil change soon, so you’ll get to meet Betsy soon.”

“You call your VW ‘Betsy’?”

Elide laughed and nodded, “Yeah, what do you call your truck?”

“I don’t call my truck anything, the K-Man on the other hand…” Lorcan trailed off and shook his head. It had to come up eventually, the subject of Kohana. Less awkward than she thought it’d be. “He has a name for it.”

“Oh really? And what’s that?”

“Fillmore.”

Elide choked on her mouthful of alcohol, laughing incredulously. “Like the hippie van in Cars?”

Lorcan winced and nodded, “The exact one.” He smiled at her laughter and didn’t see the looks exchanged by their table mates.

They chatted easily, like that same night, but there wasn’t anything expected or alluded to. Just talking, no big deal.

Her drink was soon empty, as was his, and they both stood up from the booth to get another. Elide walked ahead of him and he unashamedly drank in her curves wrapped in blue jeans and a tight black top, exposing the ink on her back as well as the delicate laurel leaves on her collarbones.

He admired the coiled wyvern taking up most of the space on her back, recognizing the decidedly Frozen Wastes and Ironteeth influence in the artwork. The last time he’d seen her skin, he hadn’t exactly been focused on her tattoos, but thinking back on it now, he should’ve been. It was stunning, just like the rest of her.

Oh fucking hell, those drinks must’ve been stronger than he’d thought because there was no way his sober mind would’ve thought that.

Elide leaned against the bar and Hellas save him, he should’ve had more self control than to stare at her ass for as long as he did.

A group of college boys passed between him and Elide, separating them for a few moments, just long enough for some skinny kid to walk up behind Elide and put his hand on her lower back.

Lorcan stiffened, his grip on his empty glass tightening, as she did too. After the guy said a few words, she laughed and spun to the side, leaning back against her elbows. “L, baby?”

She had a look in her eyes, one Lorcan knew better than to mess with so he walked up to her, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Will you buy me a drink?” she asked, pouting and batting her lashes as she glued herself to his side, fitting under his arm. “Pretty please?”

Go with it, her eyes said and he obliged her, a hand fitting perfectly on her waist. “Whatever my girl wants.”

“Oh, I’m- sorry, I didn’t know,” the other guy said, not that they were focusing on him any longer. Elide didn’t even notice when he’d left, but Lorcan did and he semi-reluctantly stepped away, putting that distance back between them.

“So what about that drink, Salvaterre?”

Lorcan laughed deeply, nodding in confirmation. “Yeah, you know what you want, kid?” Elide did not care for that nickname one bit.

I do know what I want, she thought to herself. And it wasn’t any damned drink.

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generatedreflection · 3 years ago

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More thoughts--apologies in advance, this post is an incoherent mess because I'm just playing the game and then throwing thoughts on here afterward

Ohohoho so they're NOT dead

This is just like what happened when Neku and Beat ended up in that Noise that was...in the RG??

Oh Beat came here by accident. Aw, ok. Maybe Josh slipped him a special pin too...? Idk what's what.

HOT UZUKI HELLO MARRY ME

wait wait WAIT I just remembered something

Doesn't the composer have future vision? Like wasn't that in the secret reports?

So the future visions are....linked to a composer? When Neku was getting them he was getting like...a call for help or something? ???

Like this actually does give me questions.

I'm pretty sure Joshua isn't Composer anymore, but I don't have many ideas beyond that

Maybe Swallow is the new Composer. Somehow

God I love Beat being on the team. Being the cool big brother to the other kids. Giving Fret someone to be chaotic with. (And giving lots of information about the old Game) I am stiiiiiill not comfortable with how his speech is just...literally AAVE, tho. I was kinda hoping they'd leave a bit of that in 2007. Like. If you're going to include AAVE at least have the decency to not give it to a pale blond dude in a game full of pale characters. Like, I am white, so take my opinion with a grain of salt, but even to me this feels kinda insulting.

Oh NO HE IS LOOKING FOR NEKU

nooooo

fwiends............

I really like Kanon--I can tell she has the same voice actress as Haru so I keep thinking of her as like...the hot Haru. Haru but better lmao.

COMPOSER MENTION EYYYY

Ohhhh ok. So everyone in the RG...forgot them?

Then what about Neku? He died properly, right?

Also, finally explaining what "destroying" an area actually means.

Checking off a lot of guesses about what's going on finally!

OH I wonder if the Shinjuku reapers took over BECAUSE the Composer got demoted?? (I really need to know who the Composer is rn)

The hell was that?? RG noise???

...Now I'm really wondering if Swallow is a Ruinbringer??

If this going like....internet stranger danger territory, idk man

Ok I've sorta dropped off taking notes but that seems to be the case with Motoi

I never trusted that dude lol. He's a REPOSTER :[

Now I'm starting to think Swallow is Shoka

I actually did guess that the one helping us might be Shoka, just because I'm expecting she'll end up on our team eventually

Ah, so Shiba is the RB leader. I...kinda figured it might be something like that. Their success makes no sense otherwise.

Welp. Bye Motoi. Glad it was you and not Kanon

#shibuya kids #ntwewy spoilers #this post is a hot mess because i stopped keeping track of what happens when

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starlost-andfound · 5 years ago

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Hidden Hearts // Daniel Seavey

Summary: The boys help set Daniel and Y/N up, seeing as they both like each other but are too scared and shy to admit their hidden feelings.

P.S: This is inspired by my previous post which is a reblog from seavey-siren’s account so shoutout to @seavey-siren for the inspiration. Also, I don’t know how ‘In and Out’ works. Sorry and this is kinda long.

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It was 7:40PM and it was Game Night at the Why Don’t We house. You sat in the circle with the boys and their girlfriends, as they all gathered around for a game of “Spin the Bottle for a Truth or Dare”, as Corbyn had put it. Tate reached forward, spinning the bottle, Daniel’s phone rang. He got up from his spot, answering the call, “You guys can continue,” he whispered before leaving. As he left the room heading outside, to answer the call, the bottle landed on you. Tate grinned, “Truth or dare, y/n?”. You stuttered, “I u-uh truth.”

“Who do you like?”

You blushed, quickly blurting out, “I pick dare!”

Tate smirked, “Well, I dare you to answer your truth.”

Everyone laughed as you looked down at your lap. “Come on, y/n!”, Gabriela said, “Spill the tea!”. You looked up, checking to see if Daniel had left the room before turning to the group. “It’s Daniel.”, you whispered. They all burst out into a series of oohs and giggles, teasing you, “But don’t tell him!”. Just as you said that, Daniel walked in, “Don’t tell who what?”.

The group burst into hysterics as you sat there, stammering, trying to cover up what happened, “I u-uh um, w-well you see, “ you stuttered, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie, “I was the one who ate your watermelon, two days ago.”, you blurted out. Daniel gasped, throwing his hands in the air, “I knew it had to be you or Zach!”. He sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, causing you to blush even harder, “It’s cool though, I couldn’t have finished it myself.” In reality, it was Zach who had eaten the watermelon, but you just really needed a way to escape the situation. Daniel could never find out, because he didn’t feel the same, or at least, you thought so.

- - -

“Hey, you know, you should really tell him that you like him,” Jonah reasoned over the phone, “I’m sure he likes you back.” You sighed, playing with your hair, “You're just saying that to make me feel better about myself.” Jonah sighed, “You do you, y/n. Hey, you still on for tonight?”. You grinned, “Of course, what should I wear?”. Jonah chuckled, “We'll we’re going bowling and then we’re going to have dinner, so casual?”.

You nodded, as you walked over to your closet, looking through your clothes. “Is there anything else?”, you asked. “Oh yeah!”, Jonah said, “Daniel’s coming.”

“WHAT!”, you shrieked, nearly dropping the phone, “I thought he was visiting his family?!”. Jonah winced, “Jeez, y/n, calm down! Yes, Daniel was, but he took an earlier flight here. Anyways, I gotta go, bye!”. You heard Jonah shuffle around, “Jonah! Wait!”, but it was too late, he hung up on you. Daniel was coming. You looked back at your closet. What were you going to wear now?

- - -

You stood in front of your mirror, clad in ripped jeans and a beige sweater. Your hair was done in a ponytail and you wore a simple necklace and your favourite pair of shoes. Casual.

RING RING! RING RING!

You quickly adjusted your outfit before heading downstairs to meet the boys. You opened the door to be met my, of all people, Daniel. Your ‘hey’ seemed to turn into a “H-hi, h-hey!”, you blushed, mentally face-palming yourself. Daniel chuckled, “Hey, you!”, he brought you in for a hug, “I missed you.”. You smiled, as the two of you walked to the car, “Yeah, me too,” you said, no longer stuttering, “How was it, back home?”. Daniel smiled, sending butterflies into your stomach, “Amazing, as usual.”

On the ride there, you sat next to Daniel, seeing as they literally, was no space left in the car. You couldn't help but notice the sly glances everyone else was sending you as you were practically squished into Daniel. Zach sat on the other side of you, nudging you slightly. “What is it?”, you whispered, turning around. He signaled to you and Daniel, forming a heart with his hands. You rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder. “Cut it out, Zach.” Luckily, Jonah pulled up to the bowling place, before anything else happened

You tightened your bowling shoes’ laces, standing up. “Y/n!”, Daniel yelled. Jack nudged you, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”. You blushed, playfully pushing him before turning to Daniel who stood with a bowling ball at the lane. “Watch me do this!”, he said. With his back turned to the pins, he threw the ball in between his legs, watching it roll, upside down, to the pins, knocking all of them out. You cheered, with Daniel, clapping your hands as he came towards you. “Beat that, y/n! I dare you.”. You smirked, “You just messed with the wrong girl, Seavey.” Everyone ‘oohed’ as you reached for a ball, walking up to the lane.

You swung your arm back, before sending the ball forward, watching as it knocked down all the pins. “STTRIIIKKEEE!”, Jonah yelled. You giggled turning around, “Hope you were taking some notes, Daniel,” you joked. He rolled your eyes, “The only thing I’ll be taking is the winning title.”. Corbyn, Zach, Jack and Jonah watched your interaction in amusement, “Ready to initiate Part 2 of the plan?”, Jonah asked.

Corbyn grinned and walked up to the two of you, tapping your shoulders, “Hey guys, I know we just came and all, but I’m not feeling to well, so I’m gonna head home.”. You pouted, “Aww, you okay Corbs? Who you going home with?”. He faked being sick, coughing, “Jonah’s going to drop me off. Y’all can take an Uber, if that’s fine.” Daniel smiled, “Yeah of course, man, get better, yeah?”. Corbyn and Jonah left when suddenly, Zach and Jack came up to the both of you, looking sick.

“What’s with you two?”, Daniel asked. Jack groaned, leaning onto Zach, “I think we caught what Corbyn got, probably from the food we had this morning.”. Daniel frowned suspiciously, “Is that so?”. Zach sighed tiredly, “Yeah, man, see ya!”. He quickly pulled on Jack’s arm, and the two dashed out. “Well, that was something,” you chuckled. Daniel sighed, “Indeed, but hey, at least I get to show you how good I am at bowling now,” he said, since you both had to fill in for the boy’s turns. You smirked, “We’ll see about that.”

1 hour later, both you and Daniel sat at the seats outside the bowling centre, arms exhausted from throwing bowling balls. The two of you had tied in first place, calling it a truce. “Who knew bowling was painful?”, Daniel gasped out, shaking his hands to get rid of the soreness. You nodded, laughing, “Guess you learn something new everyday.”

“I saw an In and Out, just across from here. You down?”, he stood up, holding his hand out. You smiled, placing your hand in his, “Sure.” The two you walked hand in hand to In and Out where you ordered some food, takeaway, seeing as the ‘sick’ boys back home would probably be hungry, as you had told Daniel. If only he knew, the only reason you said that was so as to avoid having to sit with him, and having you blush and stutter, making it all the more likely for him to figure out he liked you and reject you. Why did life have to be like this?

Daniel threw his head back, laughing as you waited in line for your food, “They’re always hungry.” Once the two of you had gotten the food, you decided to walk back the boys’ house, seeing as it was only a short distance. “We should do this again, sometime. I had fun,” Daniel said, as he held your hand, swinging it back and forth. You smiled, looking up at him, “Yeah, me too.”, you looked ahead, “ It’s a shame, the boys weren’t there, though. They missed out on my amazing skills.”, you joked. Daniel laughed, again, “Yeah, that’s true,” he said to your surprise. You looked up at him, “What do you mean by that?”. He smiled, “You’re pretty good at bowling y/n, not gonna lie.”.

You chuckled, “I think you’re pretty good at bowling, too.”, you said, ”Well, you’re pretty good at everything; pretty good at instruments, pretty good at singing, pretty good at ping pong, pretty good at being pretty.”, you quickly stopped yourself, blushing, “Sorry, I- uh g-got a l-little carried away.” You looked down, oblivious to the fact that Daniel had blushed too, “Um, it’s ok-okay,” he stuttered, “I think you’re pretty good at being pretty too.” He smiled at you (A/N: *insert smile from the image in my previous post but without the hand*).

The two of you rounded the corner into the Why Don't We household, when Daniel suddenly stopped. You stopped too, turning to him, “What’s wrong?”. He rolled his eyes chuckling, “It seems, y/n” he said, “as though the boys weren't sick at all,” he pointed to the window of the house, where you saw through the light, all the four boys, dancing around as Zach and and Jack jumped up, holding their video game controllers, “Oh my,” you chuckled, “Is it just me, or do you think this all was highly intentional.”

Daniel laughed as the two of you continued walking, Daniel unlocking the door to the house, “Knowing them, it was probably, very highly intentional.” You laughed, entering the house, behind him, holding the bag of food. “We got food, for you ‘sick’ children!”, Daniel joked, ‘air-quoting’ the word sick. You laughed, placing the bag of food onto the kitchen table as the boys rushed in, getting some food for themselves.

Zach grinned, taking a burger from the bag before sitting at the table, “So,” he said, “How was your date?”. Jonah choked on his food and he reached over, smacking Zach’s head, “Zach! You’re exposing the plan!”, he whisper shouted. You chuckled at them, “Your plan was already pretty exposed when we saw you through the window, playing video games,” you admitted. Corbyn threw his hands up, “I told you we should have closed the curtains!”.

“But for the record,” Daniel said, his hand, holding yours, under the table, “I think I speak for both of us when I say, the date was great.”. You blushed, nodding. Suddenly, your phone ringed. “Be right back,” you walked out of the kitchen, to take the call.

Jack high-fived Zach before turning to Daniel, “Just to be clear, this was my idea, so I do expect to be best man at your wedding!”. Corbyn added on, “Just to be clear, I planned it, so I do expect to be the godfather of your children, thank you, very much.”. The two walked out of the room.

Daniel groaned, “Seriously, Corbyn?!”. He looked at Zach and Jonah, “Do you two expect something too?”

Jonah shrugged, sipping on his drink, “Nothing much, just to have one of your children named after me,” he said casually, before walking out. Daniel sighed, “Should have seen that one coming.” He turned to Zach, “What about you?”. Zach grinned, “Nothing much,” he said, getting up, “Just to be able to drive your Tesla, whenever I want.” He walked out, leaving Daniel in the kitchen. “Zach, you can’t do that!”, Daniel laughed, shaking his head. His friends really were one of a kind.

You walked in, placing your phone back in your bag, “Hey, where did the others, go?”, you asked. Daniel turned to you, “To the doctor.” You laughed, walking up to him. “What do you wanna do?”, he asked wrapping his arms around you. You shrugged, resting your head on his chest, as he swung you slightly from side to side, “Dunno, what about you?”

“Would you mind if I showed you some music I was working on and we ate some food?”

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face, “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

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A/N: SORRY, IT’S KINDA BAD

#daniel seavey imagine #daniel seavey #why don't we #why don't we imagine

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summerrrluvvv · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1:

Music Featured in This Chapter: Sound Track Now Available On Spotify

Sweet Life by Frank Ocean

Bad by Wale

Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz

So Gone By Monica

Tye:

“The best song wasn’t the single, but you weren’t either, living in Ladera Heights, black Beverly Hills” I sang along to “Sweet Life” by Frank Ocean as I was packing. In almost 48 hrs., I was going to Miami. Every Summer we take an annual Girls Trip that we take every year with all my girls but only this year it was just the four of us. “Knock, Knock” I got up and looked through my peephole and seen it was Samar. “What up homie?!” He said being playful. “Stop Samar I’m busy, I got to pack and shit” Samar was my best guy friend that I so happen to have feelings for, but I never told him. “Oh yeah Miami with the girls omg girls trip fun times were going to sip margaritas and party and fuck on the beach yeah Miami” Samar said imitating a female. I rolled my eyes. “You gone be down there too aren’t you for Lit and Wild Festival why you over here talking, probably got Hella hoes lined up” He pretended to pop his collar. “Well the ladies do look cool Samar” I pushed him out my way. “Nigga you aight” I lied. Samar was fine as hell he had fly ass swagger. “Nigga I’m the shit what about oh boy um what’s him Lipton Tea?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “Quinton, Q for short dumb ass” I said sitting down folding my cute swim wear. “Where you going in that baby ass one piece?? You are doing only fans?” He asked me. I bust out laughing. “Samar shut the fuck up!” I said to him. “Nah for real that’s for Q dawg?” He asked. Quinton was my little fling over the semester he was sweet, but shit was not there for us. “Quinton and I are over, shit was getting out of hand” I told Him. “Good” He simply said. I looked at him. “Well yeah cause its gone be plenty of fish in the sea of Miami” I said doing a little dance. “Look at you just fast ass little girl” I laughed at Samar acting disgusted. “Well I’m going to let you finish packing Tye, Ms. Matthews if you nasty, see you in Miami fam, I’m going hit yo line” he told me before leaving. I smiled at the thought of Miami being my time to finally tell him how I felt.

Zion:

“Come on Z baby, why you got to play so hard man” Jacquez kept saying to me. He was a guy I was talking to that got caught up in his feelings. I told him what the fuck it was, now he wants to stalk me. “Jacquez move out the way I got to take my next guest” I said. I was a cashier at Gucci. “Z man you playing with a nigga emotions and that’s fucked up” He said. I sighed and palmed my face. “Jacquez don’t make me call security, this why we can’t be cool, I told you don’t get attached to me I not with none of that lovey dovey shit now please honey stop making a fool of yourself its so many hoes in this mall you can try stop pressing me” I told him. He sucked his teeth in. “Man fuck you, you ain’t nothing but a hoe anyways acting like you high and mighty bitch” He said and knocked my credit card pamphlets off the register. I looked at the customers and smiled. “Ok next guest” I said, cause fuck him. After work I headed home, I called Melody on my way. “Hey girl what’s up??” She said. “Tell me why that nigga Jacquez popped at my job this time girl like nigga the dates where nice I appreciate you going down on me all the time but time is up sir I’m bored next caller!” I said. Melody bust out laughing. “No, I feel you, I been out here trying to date and nah I am not feeling it” She said. “Don’t get me wrong Mel, I want the love and shit it’s just easy to stay protected than to be so open, fuck these niggas till I get a nigga that knock my socks off, like them bitches fly right off like swoop” I told her. We both started laughing. “Z get the fuck of my line with this shit girl I’m screaming, maybe you can get you a boo in Miami or something” Mel said. I scrunched my face up. “Nah it’s a girl’s trip, I’m going to be with my bitches getting litty in the Miami City, I just got my fashion nova swim suits in the mail today, we going to have fun” I tell her. “My swimsuits from Pretty Little Thing came in today too, plus I went shopping and got me some cute ass clothes at this little hood boutique” She said. We talked all the way till I got home. “Aight Mel, I got to go in the house, Ima see you at Tye’s on Friday”. “Aight girl bye” We hung up and I gathered my things to go into my house.

Melody:

“Let’s keep it soft and warm with the quiet storm on V103 yeah”. Trey Songs “Neighbors Know My Name” started playing as I drove on the highway home from Lenox Mall. As I was driving, I got a call from my sister Tamia. “Yes TiTi” I said annoyed. “Guess who followed me back on IG?” She asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know Ti, who?” I said. She sucked her teeth at me. “Girl Isaac, I was like boy bye what do you want?, he gone leave you cause he say you do too much and don’t love yourself saying don’t hit his line and shit but months later gone follow me and then gone say how is everybody, aka how is Melody I see she fine as hell now and I’m trying to slide through” My sister said. I slightly laughed. Isaac was my ex-boyfriend of 5yrs. He was the love of my life and I was crazy as hell over that nigga but he broke my heart and it took a little minute to heal and then I finally was able to let go, he been doing his T-shirt business and shitwe still follow each other. I just stay lowkey because I am waiting till Miami to post my post break up glow up pics. I lost weight, got me a bomb ass job, I am glowing, skin on fleek, booty popping like I am happy for the growth, and who I am becoming. “Ti, I don’t care about Isaac anymore, don’t mention him to me anymore it’s been 6months and I’m doing amazing he can kiss my ass” I said. “Well ok then, I’m just informing you, so you won’t be surprised that’s what big sisters do” She said. I rolled my eyes. “Tamia thank you for the update I’m good, I’m going to call you before I leave for Miami” I said. She sighed over the phone. “Okay bye rude ass little girl” She said. I palmed my face. “Tamia don’t start” I said. “Mmmhm” She hung up the phone. When I got to my apartment. My dog Yoda was waiting for me, she was a yorkie. “Hey baby” I said as I picked her up. I got undressed and unwind and sat on my couch scrolling through IG. I was curious to see Isaac page, as I scrolled and looked at his pics. He still looked good, it took me sometime to be able to look at him again without crying but now I can do it and not feel anyways. “Hey girl, you pack yet?” Tye texted me. “Not yet but Ima bout too” I replied. “We bout to be in Miami Bitch” Tye texted. All I could think about was the fine ass men in Miami, get me a little fling, hang with my girls and being free.

Ariana:

I got out my car and slammed the door. I was heated as fuck. My boyfriend had finessed me and took my virginity then broke up with me for some new bitch. I pulled up to his apartment ready to fight. I went to his door and banged on it like I was the motherfucking police. “Marlon open up this got damn door now!” I yelled. His neighbors peeped out they doors. “Hi the fuck”. I said looking at them. Some bitch swung open the door with Marlon behind her. “Bitch leave my man alone, he done with yo unexperienced ass” She said. I walked up on her. “Wrong bitch mam” I said. She smirked at me. “Do something” She said. I pushed her the fuck back to get to Marlon. “Aye chill Ariana damn” He said as I was hitting him. “Get off him” His little Chihuahua cried. I pushed her back until Marlon got the upper hand and pinned me to wall. “Calm yo ass down Ari, I told you what it was, I just wanted yo virginity that’s it, sorry I played you now get the fuck out” I pushed him back and slapped his bitch. “Fuck this shit!” I said mad as hell. I had tears in my eyes, but I didn’t drop them until I got in my car and drove home. Why did I let him do me like that? I want to kill him so bad. What the fuck! I thought to myself. I called Tye but she didn’t answer, I called Mel and she was busy too. So, I called Zion. “Hey Ari, you good?” She asked. I started crying. “No, fucking Marlon played the fuck out of me, he told the whole campus we fucked and then he dumps me for Chantelle Davis. The thot as bitch, get me out of Atlanta now!” I yelled. Z sighed. “What did you do Ari?”. “Uhm I kicked down his door and smacked his chick just to let him know Ariana isn’t having it” I said laughing through my tears. Zion laughed. “Of course, that’s classic Ari right there, but girl we bout to be lit so this shit don’t even matter” She said. I agreed Miami is so needed I needed a break. We got off the phone and I blasted So Gone by Monica till I reached my destination.

Supporting Characters:

Marlon Thomas: (Keith Powers)

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bucky-on-a-bike · 5 years ago

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I’ve had this for a long time, and I was 99% sure I had posted it. But here we are...so please enjoy!

Nat can be very convincing, especially when she wants to get rid of someone. And that’s usually a great thing, except for when it’s you and she wants you to leave Bucky behind.

Word Count: 3,831

Warnings: Language, a couple sexual innuendos

There he was, your unwitting victim just sitting there drinking his black coffee and staring into space. The hard part would be to sneak up on Bucky, so you took your shoes off and your crinkly jacket, stacking them beside the doorway to the kitchen. As carefully as possible, you tip toed across the tile until you were right behind him. You reached out and ever...so…carefully...

“TAG! You’re it!” You shouted as you smacked his shoulder. You turned on your heels and bolted from the room, laughing as you heard him drop his coffee.

“Shit! I’m gonna get you, Y/l/n!” He knocked over his chair in his haste to catch you.

You skidded around corners, bolted through hallways, and dodged other agents, never looking back to see how close Bucky was. You saw an open door and a light bulb went off in your head. You slid into the room and jumped behind Fury’s desk, praying Bucky would run past the doorway and you would be able to run out the other way and escape.

You peered around the corner of the desk and saw Bucky run past, just like you wanted. You giggled and stood up, brushing off the dirt from the floor. A few messed up stacks of papers caught your eye so you walked around to the front of the desk so you could straighten them before running away. As you worked, a pair of hands grabbed your waist and turned you 90 degrees, pushing you against the wall.

You gasped, “Oh my gosh! Buck! I thought you were gone!” He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. “I told you I’d get you,” he growled, leaning in. “Oh!” you gasped as he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“I love you, Y/n. I love your childish games and the way you bring light back into my life. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, letting his grip on your hands loosen. You dropped them down to tangle in his hair. Bucky had just started to deepen the kiss when someone cleared their throat in the doorway. Your eyes popped open and a deep blush settled into both of your cheeks as he turned to see who was interrupting your moment.

“Well. What a pleasant surprise,” Natasha said with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow.

“Hey Nat,” Bucky said, grabbing your hand. “Please, come on in. We were just leaving.” He started to pull you out of the room with him.

“No, she wasn’t. You were, James, but not Y/n. We had some business to discuss, right hun?” She swaggered over to Fury’s chair and gracefully sat down. She gestured to the chair across from her and aimed a venomous smile at you.

“That’s right. We did. I’ll see you later, Bucky.” You smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. He looked concerned, but just nodded and squeezed your hand back.

“Dinner with me tonight?” he asked quietly.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You let go and gently pushed him out the door, closing it behind him. “Ok, Romanoff, what’s going on?” You stalked to the chair she had previously motioned to, but refused to sit down.

“Apparently, a lot is going on. How long have you and James been a thing?”

“Long enough. Why do you care? There hasn’t been anything between you two for years.”

“Hmm. I had suspicion, but no proof until today. Props to you two on that front. But its over now because you’re going to stop seeing him. Immediately.”

You laughed. “And why the hell would I do that, Natasha?”

She smiled a wicked grin and your stomach sank like a stone. “Because you care about your family, dear. I know where your little brother, his wife, and baby girl live. It would be such a shame for that little angel to wind up getting hurt.”

“What!” you gasped. “Nat, she’s only three!”

“Y/n, please. I know, and an accident would be a horrible thing to happen. But so is this thing between you and Buck. What was it he said, you brought a light back to his life? What happens when you get killed on a mission, hurt beyond what we can heal, or you decide he isn’t the one for you? It will destroy him to lose you, and we need him to be at full capacity. If you break it off now before it gets too serious, you will save him years of heart ache. So what will it be? Winter Soldier, or your niece’s life? You have 24 hours to make a decision before I take a jet down to Kentucky.”

It was all you could do to keep yourself standing upright. How could you make this choice? Was there even a choice? While you were still trying to process the conversation, Natasha sashayed out of the room, looking victorious and dangerous.

A few moments later, you ran to your room, packed all your belongings into your two suitcases, and left the complex. You got on the first bus you could find and headed away from the complex. You wept for over an hour before passing out in the back of the bus on the way to Kentucky.

You made it to your brother’s home and settled in, itching to move on as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to put them in danger, and your presence was like a magnet for trouble.

The first day you were gone, you got a message from Nat. All it said was “Good choice.” Then, around nine that morning, you started getting calls from Bucky. After each one, he would leave a message saying things like “Where did you go, baby?”, “Please, please come back”, “Y/n, call me back. You’re scaring me”, and “What did I do wrong?”. Finally, you texted him and said “Nat explained that you would be better without me. I’m gone. Don’t try to find me. I love you.” Immediately after you sent the message, you took your phone outside and shot it, then threw the destroyed piece of junk into the lake behind your brother’s house.

“Wow. Problems with work?”

You turned around and saw your brother sitting on the porch. “Hey. I didn’t see you sitting there. Um, yeah, kind of. I’m going to be headed out tonight, this is the first place my coworkers will come to look for me. They won’t hurt you or your family, they just want me back. Well, at least some of them do.” You made your way up the steps and sat beside him on the bench swing.“You know, you don’t have to hide that the Avengers are your coworkers.”

You just looked at him, slack jawed. “Um…no…not uh…”

“Y/n, honestly. Caddy and I have known for years. Mom and Dad would have been proud of you.”

Tears started to leak out of the corners of your eyes at the mention of your parents. They had died when you were eleven and your brother was six. You had raised him, taking care of the two of you on the street until you were old enough to get a job and put him through school. You roughly brushed the tears off of your cheeks. “How did you know?”

“I’m not blind you know. You’ve been moving shit around like a magician for years. What is it, telekinesis? You thought I was asleep while you practiced, but I was laying awake praying you would do something cool so I could see. And you’re super fit. Like, beyond the normal gym rat kind of fit. You have weird vacation days when you can come see us. Oh, and we’ve seen you on the news.”

“Well shit. You’re pretty smart for a little brother.” You sat down on the porch swing beside him and stared out at the farm land around the house.

“I don’t know what I would have done without my superhero big sis, though. You put me through college. Didn’t you want to go?”

“I did, kind of. I read your textbooks when you brought them home. But you were the one I put my hope in. If I could just get you through college, get you a good job, then I would never have to worry about you being able to take care of yourself again. You were and always will be my priority. Which is why I’m leaving tonight. I can’t have them coming here causing a scene in front of little Evy. I can’t go back, and they won’t understand that.”

“Even I don’t understand why you’re leaving them. They do so much good, why leave that behind?”

You hung your head and closed your eyes. “I have to. I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Bullshit, there’s always a choice. And that doesn’t make sense. If they’re going to come for you, why do you have to leave?”

“Its complicated, and the less you know the better.” You sighed and stood up. “I love you, Gabe. I’ll be back soon.”

He reached up and grabbed your wrist. “Don’t let go of Bucky, Y/n. I know he’s the reason you’re running, but he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. He’s been so good for you.”

“How the fuck do you know about him?”

“You talk in your sleep. And about seven months ago a friend of mine sent me a picture of you and him having coffee in the park together. He just happened to run across the two of you while he was on vacation and thought I would like the picture.”

“You’re a good spy.” You gently pulled your hand out of his grasp and gave him a sad smile. “But you don’t know the whole story. I don’t have a choice this time. I can’t have him, and I need you to trust me on this one.” You walked inside and packed your bags. You went to the kitchen to find Caddy.

“Hey, girl. I’m leaving, but I’ll see you soon.” You wrapped her in a hug. “Don’t have that baby before I get back, ok?” you whispered.

“How did you know? I haven’t even gone to the doctor to be sure, and I especially haven’t told Gabe!” She pulled back with a surprised smile on her face.

“You know I was an Avenger, I know everything,” you said with a wink. “Take care of my brother and yourself, dear.” You gave her another hug and went into the living room.

“Bye Evy! You be good for your mommy and daddy, ok?” You got down on your knees as the little girl raced towards you.

“Where you goin’ Aunt Y/n? You gonna come back?” Her big brown eyes nearly melted your heart. You smoothed down her brown curls and smiled.

“I’m going on an adventure, and I’ll bring you something back. But I need to be gone for a little while. Do you think you can be a good helper while I’m gone?”

“Yes ma’am! Please don’t forget me while you go ‘venturin’.”

You wrapped the toddler in you arms. “Oh, Evy, no adventure could make me forget about my favorite niece. I love you, baby girl.”

“Love you too, auntie!” she exclaimed as she curled up in your lap. You picked her up and gently set her in her mother’s arms. You sighed, picked up your suitcases, and walked outside where your brother was waiting on the porch.

“You better come back soon, Y/n, you hear? You’ve got about eight months before I need you back here.”

You smirked to yourself. Caddy was gonna be so pissed. “Why do you say that?”

“Caddy’s pregnant again. I don’t know if she knows for sure or not, but she is.”

“How do you know?”

“Nauseous in the morning. Can’t stand the smell of eggs. Craving cream cheese to eat with her popcorn. There weren’t any pads or tampon applicators in the trash can this past month. Her breasts are extra sensitive when I—”

“Ok I got it! I do NOT want to know about you and Caddy and what y’all do. If you need a job, you should look into SHEILD, they could use a guy as observant as you. But seriously, when she tells you, act surprised ‘cause she’ll think I told you.”

He smiled and stood up. “I will, I promise. I need my lady and my sister to stay best friends. Here, take this.” He handed you the keys to his motorcycle.

“Absolutely not, no. You saved for years for that bike. Vehicles tend to... get totaled around us Avengers. I’ll take the bus.”

“Did I ask you? Take the keys. And you listen to me, ok? Take care of yourself, whatever that means you need to do. If I could protect you from whatever is going on, I would, but you’re the Avenger. This is me trying to do something small to pay you back for giving up your childhood to give me one. Call me once in a while when you get a new phone, ok? I love you, sis.” He stepped up and took your bags from your hands. After strapping them to the back of the bike, he turned around and wrapped you in the tightest hug possible. You leaned in and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You’re the best, you know. I’ll be back in a few months. I promise.” You stepped back and hopped on the bike. With a wave and a smile, you took off to find a new home and a new life.

Three months later, you’re getting used to your new apartment in downtown Nashville, selling records in the shop downstairs, and keeping your head down.

It was a normal day at work, boring and slow, until a really buff guy in a plain blue ball cap and sunglasses walked into the store. You rolled your eyes and walked up to him, flipping the cap off his head.

“You know, if you want to be sneaky, you have to change your disguise every now and then, Steve-o.” You stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest.

He smirked and bent down to get his hat. After pushing it back into shape, he put it back on. “You’re really something, Y/n.” He sighed and took off the sunglasses, taking you in. “You look good. Are you happy here?”

That question surprised you. “As happy as I can be in this situation, I guess.”

“And what situation would that be? Why did I have to chase you for three months to find you selling records that are almost as dusty as I am?”

You snorted at his attempt to joke and shook your head. “My shift is over in forty-five minutes. I’ll give you my key and you can wait for me in my apartment. It’s just upstairs.” You showed him the stairwell and told him what number, then sent him on his way.

Almost an hour later, you trudged up the same staircase and down the hallway. You stopped and stared at the door, dreading what was waiting for you inside. You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Steve was laying in the recliner chair, leaned back all the way with his feet propped up. “Sit. Talk,” he commanded without even opening his eyes.

“Um, yes sir,” you mumbled. You kicked your shoes off and plopped down on the couch facing the chair. “Well. Uh, you know about me and Bucky, right?”

It was Steve’s turn to snort. “Of course I do. Your first date was at a coffee shop. So was the second. The third date you got coffee and went to the park. Bucky talks about you and your dates constantly. So you can skip literally every shred of that information.”

You nodded and blushed, hoping Bucky didn’t tell Steve everything. “Ok. The day I left, Bucky and I were playing tag. I hid in Fury’s office, hoping Buck wouldn’t find me in there. But of course he did, and that lead to him kissing me. Well, Nat walked in on us and sent Bucky away so she could talk to me. Basically, Nat told me that if I didn’t break things off with Bucky then she would hurt my family. Which is really uncharacteristic of her, but she was dead serious. I knew that if I stayed there I wouldn’t be able to leave him alone, so I left. So now I’m a Jane Doe selling records on the corner.”

During your spiel, Steve had sat up and was paying close attention to what you were saying. When you finished, he nodded and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for both of you. He handed you yours and sat down in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, cradling the water between his hands. He looked up at you with an intensity you had never seen before.

“Here’s what I know. James Buchanan Barnes loves you. I have never seen him happier than when he was dating you. I have never heard him laugh more, seen him smile more, sleep better, eat better, or generally have a better quality of life than when he was with you. Sure, he still had his problems, but he was getting better with your love and support. When you left, it sent him into a spiral. He won’t eat. He passed out once and Tony had to put an IV in his arm to get him water because he’s dehydrated. He won’t sleep. All he does is train and think about you. He learned how to use the computer and the cameras to scrub footage to look for your face. He stopped talking to everyone except me, and he only speaks to me when he absolutely has to. He hasn’t laughed, smiled, or left the complex since you left. He’s in bad shape, Y/n. If you don’t want to come back, you don’t have to, but believe me when I say Natasha Romanoff’s threats are empty this time.” He set his water down on the ground and stood up. “I’m going to leave so you can think about it, and I need to go take care of Nat. Take care, Y/n.” He pat your shoulder on the way out.

About three seconds later, you shot up and bolted to the door. “Steve! Wait! Let me pack and we can go together!” He turned around and smiled.

“Let me come help.”

“Did you come on your bike?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I did too. We can load them up and be back home in no time.”

He put his arm around your shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re coming back. You’re the only one who can make this right.”

You smiled a little and hugged him. “Thank you for finding me. I would still be here, miserable and dusty, without you.”

“Stop being sappy and let’s get going.”

Many hours later, you stiffly got off the bike and grabbed your bags off the back of your bike. Steve hopped off his and told you to go to the conference room and wait for him there. You nodded and slowly made your way to where he told you to be.

You sat nervously twirling a pen someone had left behind and waited for Nat to come bursting through the door to kill you. But she didn’t. Bucky came in first and sat down beside you, not saying a word. He wouldn’t look at you and you couldn’t find the words to say anything to him. Next came Natasha, being pushed in by Steve. It looked like she had been crying, which surprised you because you didn’t know she even had tear ducts to be able to do that.

“Go sit down across from them. Now. Explain everything to Bucky; he deserves to know.”

She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side. “I got rid of Y/n so I could protect you, because you were too attached. Attachments are dangerous for people like us. But you shut down and now it’s worse than I could have ever imagined.”

“Tell him what you did, Natasha,” Steve growled.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I threatened her niece. Told her to leave you or I’d hurt her niece. I didn’t mean it, but all I had to do was make her believe my bluff. It worked.”

“Leave, Romanoff. I’ll see you bright and early to discuss options with Fury.” Steve opened the door and waved her out of the room.

Once she was gone, Bucky looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you leave? We could have worked it out together.”

“I was scared. If she hurt Evy, I would never forgive myself. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t really think anything through. All I knew was that if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to leave you alone, so I had to run while I could. I’m so sorry Bucky.”

Steve cleared his throat. “I’m going to go and give you two some space, and I want you both to take the rest of this week to recover. No training, no work, and I’m clearing one of our safe houses on the beach for you two to go to for a few days. That’s an order.” He nodded to you both and left, closing the door softly behind himself.

You were alone with Bucky for the first time in months. He looked into your eyes, and you shattered. Tears poured down your cheeks and you could hardly think.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please take me back, I’m sorry, please forgive me!” you gasped through your tears, breath hitching on nearly every word.

Bucky turned his chair so he could hold you and let you sob on his shoulder. He stroked your hair and hummed a tune you loved to dance to with him while you worked to calm yourself down. After a few minutes of deep breaths and buckets of tears, you were stable enough to talk again. Bucky pulled back and looked at you.

“Babe, I never stopped loving you. I never let you go. Of course I’ll take you back, as long as you promise to never do that to me again.” He leaned forward and took your face in his hands. “Don’t do that to me again, please. Next time might kill me for real.”

“Never, never ever. I promise.” You closed your eyes and Bucky pressed the softest, most loving kiss against your lips. He stood up and picked you up out of your chair.

“Can we go to my room now? I believe we were interrupted earlier and I’d like to finish the job I started.”

You blushed and nodded, knowing full well you weren’t going to get much sleep tonight.

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duchessfics · 6 years ago

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“Reunited”

Cordelia x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader has a vision that Cordelia is injured and goes to help her. As she visits, her past crush on Cordelia begins to re-emerge.

Word Count: 2501

A/n: Thanks for the likes (notes? I’m new to this whole thing) on my last post. I have been working on this idea for a couple weeks now. Again, I don’t know if it’s the best, but any feedback is appreciated.

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I’m in my apartment pulling clothes out of my dryer when my eyes feel burned. I drop the clothes I’m holding and fall to the ground, crying out and my vision is gone. Then I get a flash of my old roommate Cordelia. Her eyes are burned and her cries echo in my head with my own. Then I see a bar and her mother yelling for an ambulance. My vision comes back, and I run to my bathroom to check on my eyes. I look in the mirror and my eyes look normal. However, the vision makes me shiver and feel on edge. I finish putting the clothes in my dryer and go to my living room.

I look at the clock and see it’s almost one in the morning, but I decide to try to call Cordelia anyways. The phone rings and goes to voicemail. “Um, hi Cordelia. It’s y/n. I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but I just had this horrible vision and wanted to check up on you. Um ok bye.” I hang up and make some chamomile tea to calm my nerves. Then I try to get some sleep.

My alarm goes off and I groan at the sound. I blink the light out of my eyes and get ready for work. Then I head out to a local diner to serve lunch and dinner. The shift goes by without anything too exciting which is fine by me. I check my phone, but there’s no response. So, I head home and do some cleaning jobs. While cleaning I hear my phone ring and see it’s Cordelia. “Hello?” I answer. “Hi,” she says in a shaky voice. “I heard your message. Something bad did happen…I was attacked and blinded last night.” I sit on my couch and my heart sinks. “I’m so sorry.” I tell her. Then I ask, “Are you somewhere safe?” “Yes.” She says and tells me she is in the hospital. I bite my lip before asking, “Do you, I mean would you want a visitor?” she pauses before saying, “I already have had my mother and Hank here. But tomorrow I should be discharged. Then I will be at our old school. Maybe you could visit then?” I reply, “Of course.” Then she thanks me for calling and we hang up.

The next day I wake up early and serve breakfast and lunch at the diner before heading to my old school. On the way a thought comes into my head, but it isn’t my own. “Chrysanthemums.” Cordelia’s voice whispers in my head. I pull into a nearby store and pick up a pot of orange mums. Then I finish the drive there and park in the driveway. I go around to the front door and knock.

An older woman in a maid’s dress answers, but I don’t recognize her. “I’m here to visit Cordelia. I’m an old friend.” I say. She looks me over and drawls, “Follow me.” I do so, looking around as we walk and remembering my time here. However, as I am filled with memories, I notice how quiet it is. We get to a bedroom door and she lets me in, announcing my presence.

The room is simple, but feminine. Cordelia sits on a small antique couch and turns toward us, revealing her burnt face and marble-looking eyes. “Did you bring chrysanthemums?” she asks. I step over to her and let her smell and feel them. “Yes. I know how much you love plants and I heard your voice say this flower.” Her lips tremble and she says, “Thank you.” My brows furrow at how emotional she is, and I just tell her, “You’re welcome.”

Cordelia dismisses the maid and I set the flowers on a nearby table. Then I turn and ask, “Is something wrong?” She swipes away a tear and says, “It’s been a rough day.” Trying to straighten her voice. I bite my lip, unsure then decide to say, “You can tell me about it.” Then I go to sit by her, and she flinches at the feeling. I stop and blurt out, “Oh sorry.” “It’s not you.” She quickly responds. “I just…when I touch someone, I see what they see.” Then she moves towards the arm of the couch. I sit down and make sure I don’t touch her. “Are you upset because you saw something?” I ask, knowing how difficult that can be. She nods and bites her lip.

“When I touched Hank, do you remember him?” I tell her yes and she continues, “I saw he was with a woman, a red head. He…He had an affair with someone.” She goes silent, but her fingers twitch. “Then Fiona touched me, and I saw- “she stops, her voice catching. She takes a shuddering breath and continues, “I saw Myrtle burned at the stake.” My eyes widen in shock and I ask, “What for?” She looks down and says, “Fiona told me that she was the one who blinded me.”

My mind reels and it makes no sense to me knowing how close they were. I want to give her a hug or squeeze her hand in reassurance, but I know better. So, I tell her, “I’m so sorry, Cordelia.” She sniffs and says, “Thanks.” We both stay quiet and I try to think of something to cheer her up. Then I think of the one place that always made her happy-the greenhouse. I ask her “Would it help to spend some time outside of this room? Maybe in the greenhouse?” She lifts her head and says, “Actually, yes that would be nice.” So, we both stand up and walk down to the greenhouse. I make sure to avoid touching her and pull out a stool for her.

She sits and inhales the earthy scent and it looks like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. “Better?” I ask. “Yes.” She says and runs her hand along the counter. Then she stops and asks, “I’ve been the center of attention. What about you? How have you been?” I shrug my shoulders and say, “I’m doing fine. I’ve got a decent job and a place to rest my head.” Then she asks, “Is there anyone else in the picture?” I let out a small laugh and say, “Oh no. Being able to see everyone’s thoughts at random moments…it just makes things complicated.” She replies, “Yes, I can understand that now.” I look around and ask, “Is there anything you were needing to do with your plants?” She pauses and it looks like she scans the room. “Well there were some plants that I wanted to transfer to larger pots.” She says. I stand and say, “If you describe them to me, I can pick them out.” So, for a couple hours Cordelia works, and I help her out when she needs it. As we continue, she needs less help and it builds up her confidence.

After the sun sets Cordelia goes in to wash her hands and I clean the counter where she was working. Then we both head to the kitchen and I make a simple dinner of chicken noodle soup. As we eat, I say, “It’s very quiet around here.” Cordelia tells me, “There were four girls, but now there are three.” I eat some of my soup and say, “Oh.” She explains why there are less witches, but there is also the constant, silent threat of witch hunters.

We both finish the soup and I wash the dishes, the maid nowhere in sight. As I do so, Cordelia asks, “Does it feel weird to be back here?” I smile and respond, “Kind of. It’s a nice weird though. Like coming home or something.” She is quiet for a couple moments then says, “I’m glad you came over.” I look back at her and say, “I’m glad I could come.” I finish with the dishes and see that it is dark out. When we get to the entryway, I say, “I should probably get going.” Her face looks shadowed, but she straightens up. “Thank you again for coming over.” She says. “You’re welcome.” I say and watch her go up the stairs. Her shoulders only sag slightly, but I notice. I go out the door and head to my car. But a vision of a man with an axe attacking Cordelia stops me. I see the man kill her with his axe and that is enough for me to run back in the house and up to her room.

I come up to the door and hear a male voice, but it’s not Hank. “Goddamned witches. They ended me right here in this very room.” I turn the door knob slowly and crack the door open as he continues. “And for years after, the parties, and the music, and the dancing raged wild outside while I sat trapped inside these four walls.” I see Cordelia pinned between a painting and her bed. She is only wearing a bra and slip, and I have never seen her so scared. The man turns to face me, and the door slams shut making her gasp.

“It’s me, Delia.” I say before he lifts and throws me against the wall without touching me. I fall to the ground with a groan. “Now last night,” he continues while I gasp for air. “this sweet, young witch comes along and offers me my release.” My heart drops and I try to be silent as I ease up from the ground. “And I said, ‘Oh yes ma’am. Yes please. What do you need?’ She asks her favor and I provide.”

I peek up from where I landed to see her still pinned against the wall. He comes closer to her and growls, “The thing is, when the time comes for her to ante up, bitch lies. Leaving me betwixt, between, and ready to pop.” I watch as Cordelia gasps and says, “You died.” “Uh-huh.” Then she says, “And now you’re trapped.” “Right here, with you.” He says then looks to me, “and you.” I stand up and say, “The only way we can help you is if you let us out.”

“No.” he growls. “Nobody leaves this room.” Then he begins to head towards me, and I feel afraid. “You see, I had a contract. Promises were made.” He stops looking between us and licks his lips. “And all you’ve got to do is sing and dance and call the witches who owe me my freedom.” He smiles, a dark glint in his eye and swings the axe back and forth. “I’ll provide the music.” He says and lifts his axe headed towards Cordelia. I yell, “No!” and run towards him.

I barely hold the axe back and she ducks out of the way screaming. He shakes me off and swings the axe down towards me. I scramble out of the way and Cordelia screams as jazz music begins to play. “This don’t end ‘til I get out.” He snarls and turns towards a whimpering Cordelia. “Delia!” I scream just before he raises his axe. He smashes the table with the marigolds making her scream. She trips over her table and lands by her couch. Then she tries to grab the axe. “Get those witches and release me now!” he yells. “Go to hell.” She spits back. He forces her grip off the axe and raises it. “Ladies first.” I charge into him and he misses her.

His attention turns back to me and he says, “Now dance!” before charging at me with his axe lifted. I back up and trip over a broken piece of one of the tables, falling to the ground. He laughs as I am looking up at him, then he’s gone. Cordelia is sobbing under her desk and a I crawl to her. I take her hand and she screams. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just me.” I soothe. The door bursts open, making her scream again and three girls come in. One kneels and lets Cordelia touch her face. “Are you girls okay?” I ask, knowing Cordelia is too distraught. They nod and I tell them that she should be fine by tomorrow. So, they leave the room, shutting the door.

By now I have let go of Cordelia’s hand, realizing my mistake. “Are you ok?” I ask. She tries taking deep breaths and says, “I will be.” I give her a moment to calm herself down. She looks in my direction and says, “Let me touch you.” I am taken aback but let her take my hand. She gasps and my heart sinks. “W-what do you see?” I ask. She’s quiet for a moment then says, “You…like me?” My face falls forward in shame and I say, “I-I didn’t want to tell you. I’m sorry.” She has stopped trembling and the tears have stopped. She bites her lip and says in a softer tone, “Let me touch your face.”

I take her hand and place it on my right cheek. Her soft hand cups it and her thumb strokes my cheekbone. She lifts her other hand and comes closer, doing the same to my left cheek. I hold my breath, trying to keep calm. Her fingers brush my eyelashes and gently run over my eyelids, making me shiver. Then she runs her fingers from my forehead down to my jawline. Her thumb runs over my chapped lips and my whole-body burns. “Y/n?” she murmurs. “Yes?” I squeak out. “You don’t need to be ashamed.” She says then uses her hands to draw my face closer before kissing me.

My eyes widen and I let out a small squeak as she lingers. Then she backs up and licks her lips. I sit there in shock and don’t even know what to say. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” She murmurs and cups my cheeks again. “Um…” I begin and smile “That was amazing.” She smiles. “But you’re married.” I begin and she puts her finger on my lips silencing me. “I see it all now. How shy and scared you were in school because of this. How scared you are now.” She places her forehead on mine and whispers, “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

My eyes well up and I stutter, “You-you aren’t doing this because…you feel bad for me, right?” She kisses my forehead and says, “I would never do that to you.” Her hands tilt my head up to look at her. “Hey, you are one of the only people in my life who has been there for me. You are so special to me, it just took me some time to realize that.” My heart flutters and I lift my hands to cup her cheeks.

She smiles and murmurs, “Maybe you could…spend the night?” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “Yeah. I think I could do that.” And I pull her into a kiss this time.

#ahs #ahs coven #cordelia goode #axeman

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filmfanatic82 · 6 years ago

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Chapter 1: Clarke (I)

Love.

It’s the only word fitting enough to describe the powerful sensation flooding through Clarke’s veins.

Infinite love.

Not the cheesy, bad rom-com type of love. Or the one mentioned in almost every single pop song ever written.

No, this kind of love is the one that materializes over time. Built upon thousands and thousands of minuscule moments, which seem insignificant by themselves, but when placed side by side, paint a picture of something…

Something that just cannot be summed up in mere words alone.

It’s a once in a lifetime kind of love.

A sly smile slides across Clarke’s lips as she watches Lexa peacefully sleep in the comforting confines of her arms. It’s well past the time they need to be getting up in order not to be late for school, but she can’t seem to bring herself to move. Not when Clarke’s able to endless partakes in her favorite pastime in the entire world… Not when it comes to the woman she loves.

“What time is it?” Lexa gently stirs, shifting her body closer towards Clarke.

“Mornin’ baby,” Clarke replies with a deep, sleep-latten husk. She wraps her arms a bit tighter around Lexa. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah. You?” Lexa goes to reach for her phone on the nearby nightstand but is pulled back by Clarke. “Clarke…”

“What?” Clarke peppers Lexa with feather-light kisses along the outline of her jaw and down the slope of her neck.

“You know what.”

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about,” Clarke says as she pushes Lexa against the bed and swings her leg over Lexa’s hips, with expert-like precision. She runs her nails down Lexa’s rock hard abs at a painfully slow pace. The Cheshire grin on Clarke’s face says it all… She’s a woman on a mission.

“Clarke, we’re gonna be late.”

“Not if we keep it quick.” Clarke rolls her hips against Lexa, punctuating her point.

“My mom…”

“Won’t hear a thing. Unless you can’t control yourself again.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Lexa whines in response, fighting the overwhelming urge to give in. “You didn’t play fair.”

Clarke gives a throaty laugh and runs her hands through her long wild mane of blonde curls. “Who said there were rules?”

Lexa lets out a sigh and then with a newfound resolution, grabs hold of Clarke’s waist and flips their positions, pinning Clarke to the bed in the process. “If we’re late 1st period again, I’m making you explain why to Mr. Thomas.”

“Deal.”

With that, Lexa leans in and goes to work, marking her emotions along the curves of Clarke’s body.

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Clarke vacantly stares up at the ceiling, face devoid of any real emotions whatsoever. She watches the late night shadows dances about as the sounds of deep, rhythmic breathing fills the room.

Suddenly, the covers around Clarke shift and an arm haphazardly drapes across her body, in almost an attempt to cuddle.

Clarke glances down at the arm, lets out a weighted sigh, and then without any hesitation, removes it from her body as if it belongs to a complete and utter stranger. She slips out of the covers and starts to fish around in the dark for her clothes.

“Clarke, it’s late. You should stay,” Niylah mutters in a half-awake daze.

“Can’t. I’ve got a paper due and am supposed to be sitting in on Dr. Jackson’s .” Clarke replies. She pulls her white v-neck over her heads, then runs her hands through her short, messy locks. “Plus, you know I don’t do that.”

“But you could. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just sleep.”

“Niylah…”

Niylah sighs in quiet resignation. “Text me when you get home, ok?”

“Yeah.” Clarke finishes slipping on her shoes and, without another look back, heads towards the bedroom door.

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Clarke pops open the door to her apartment and unceremoniously deposits her keys into the nearby bowl. She starts to move to slip off her shoes, when--

BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ…

Thrown off, Clarke stops what she’s doing and fishes out her phone from her back pocket. A look of utter confusion sweep across her face as she studies the screen for a moment or two, internally debating on whether or not to answer it.

BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ…

“What, Bell?” Clarke flat out asks with a tinge of underlying annoyance to her voice as she answers the phone.

“Hi to you too, Princess.” Bellamy’s voice answers back, perfectly matching Clarke’s tone, but in a mocking sort of way. “Someone’s extra chipper today.”

A hint of a smile slips through Clarke’s emotionless mask at these words. Leave it to Bellamy. One of the few individuals in her life that can make her smile regardless of the situation or mood.

Ever since the first time they met, in a long hospital corridor, back when Clarke was 12 years old. Bellamy with his unruly mop of curls and dimple clad smile. He was at one of the lowest points of his young life, having just received the news that his mother only had a few weeks left to live, and yet he spent a good hour or so trying to cheer Clarke up with corny jokes and obscure historical facts.

“That’s cause it’s 2:30 in the morning,” Clarke replies. She drops the rest of her stuff and makes her way into the kitchen. “What time is it there? And where is there?”

“There is Berlin, and it’s 11:30.”

“Berlin? Thought you and Gina were sticking around Reykjavik for a while?” Clarke says as she opens the fridge, pulls out a beer, and then searches for a bottle opener.

“We did. Were there for almost four months.”

“Shit. That was four months ago?”

“Five.” Bellamy chuckles in response. “But who’s counting.”

“I suck. What else is new.” Clarke takes a much-needed swig of beer as a familiar silence creeps in between them for the briefest of moments.

She knows this silence. It’s the silence that makes Clarke’s skin crawl with guilt and regret. The guilt of not making more of an effort to stay in touch… Especially with someone that in all accounts is her older brother. Not by blood but by having grown up together under the same roof for the better half of the past decade or so.

“I didn’t call for that,” Bellamy softly replies in his default brotherly tone.

“Then what’s going on?”

Bellamy lets out a long sigh, and Clarke swears she can hear him rubbing the back of his neck. “Abby called me.”

“What did Mommy Dearest want now?”

“Clarke…”

Clarke takes another swig of her beer, downing almost half of the bottle in one long gulp. “Sorry. What did Abby want?”

“O’s missing.”

Clarke immediately stiffens at these words as a wave of visible concern washes over her. “What’d you mean she’s missing?”

“Dunno. Abby called me a few hours ago saying that she hasn’t heard from her in over three weeks and she isn’t picking up her phone. Or responding to texts.”

“Did she try Lincoln? He always seems to know--”

“Yeah. He hasn’t seen her in six months.” Bellamy responds, cutting Clarke off.

“Huh? What do you…” Clarke trails off, trying to make sense of Bellamy’s words. “How has he not seen her? They live together?”

“Clarke, when’s the last time you talked to her?”

“Last month. I called her to check in, and she said everything was going fine.”

“No. I mean really talked to her.”

Clarke stiffens. “Bell, what are you implying?”

“Nothing. You know I don’t mean it that way. Just think that O’s been telling us what we want to hear,” Bellamy says with a bit of underlying trepidation.

A momentary awkward silence seeps in again between the two of them, then--

“I’ll go check a few of her usual places. If I can’t track her down, then I’ll swing by home and see what Abby wants to do.”

“Thanks, Clarke,” Bellamy responds. “Just keep me posted, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“Miss you, Princess.”

“Miss you too, Bell. Bye.” Clarke hangs up and then takes a moment to finish her beer and sort through her thoughts.

This isn’t the first time Clarke’s gotten a call like this. But usually, it comes in the form of a voicemail from her mother, in between her shifts at the hospital. And nine times out of time, O’s fine. Just avoiding Abby, like Clarke tends to do.

Avoidance is just easier. And Clarke’s become a pro at it.

With one more swig, Clarke places the empty bottle down and grabs her phone again. She quickly dials and suddenly--

BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ…

Clarke freezes at the sound of a phone ringing in the nearby distance. It’s coming from somewhere in her apartment. She immediately pockets her phone and heads out of the kitchen.

Not even two steps into the hallway and Clarke spots it. The telltale sign that O is residing somewhere in her apartment. A pair of beat-up black vans-- O’ signature shoes-- lay haphazardly across the floor, looking to have been kicked off in the process of heading toward Clarke’s bedroom.

“O?” Clarke calls out and waits for a moment.

No response.

Clarke lets out a weighted sigh and then without another moment of hesitation, carefully opens her bedroom.

There, buried beneath a mound of covers and pillow, lays Octavia, passed out and dead to the world.

Clarke pulls her phone out of her back pocket once again and dials. “Hey, Bell. It’s me. Just wanted to let you know that I found her. She’s passed out in my bed. I’ll have her call you when she gets…”

Clarke trails off as something catches her eye. She cautiously navigates her way through the darkened bedroom, never once taking her eyes off of the younger girl sleeping before her.

Although the room is only barely lit up by the hallway light, it’s enough to reveal that Octavia’s face is peppered with an array of fresh cuts and bruises. She isn’t in the best of shape.

“Fuck, O,” Clarke whispers under her breath as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed and ever so gently rubs the back of O’s hand. She swallows down the lump of emotions growing in the back of her throat as she looks on at the person who she considers to be her little sister. “What the hell happened to you?”

#clexa #clarke x lexa #clarke griffin #lexa woods #clexa fanfic #octavia blake #octaven #raven reyes #the 100 #ao3 #fanfic #wlw

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wolfkg · 6 years ago

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Free Willy

Remember how I said I love making insert stories well here one I have finished but wasn’t sure if I should post it on here but here we go. Hope you guys like it :)

Based off the Movie “Free Wily”

My name is Naomi. My last name is unknown. I’ve been an orphan my entire life ever since Dwight my social worker said my mom left me on the home front steps. But I never believed it they never gave me a reason why she left so it’s been my goal to find her whether Dwight likes it or not.I’m now 12 years old and journeyed out into the city of Mexico with my friends Perry, Gwenie and Vector well without permission from Dwight of course. We were all in the city lying to people for money so we can try to get some food. “excuse me, me and my friends went to the museum but ended up spending all our money and don’t have a way home think u can spare something” she reached into her pocket and pulled out some small change and handed it to me “oh thanks ma’am you have a good day thanks a lot” another lady then walked by in a hurry “excuse me lady excuse me, my mom dropped me off to spend some time here but she never gave me bus ride money think you can help me out?” she smiled towards me and reached into her purse “ I suppose” I quietly said yes and thanked her for the money. We all met up in front of a fancy restaurant placing the money we had in my hand “six bucks” Perry sighed “shoot I’m hungry” I crushed the money in my hand “god man I need some food.” I looked around trying to notice anything we could do, then I saw a couple leaving they’re table “Perry” he looked where I was pointing and knew what I was getting at.I slowly watched as the couple finally finished eating and were packing they’re stuff to leave “let’s go” we started collect as much food as we could. I looked over at a family sitting down who was looking at me like I was doing something wrong well when you’re hungry there’s nothing much you can do “let’s go Naomi.” I jumped over the hedges of the restaurant hearing one of the waiters calling us back. We finally stopped running when we got far enough away. I then noticed a lady came out of the house and brought something to her catering car “guys follow me” and they did. I climbed into the back of the van throwing my back pack to Vector and grabbed the prize I was going for a big white cake. They all cheered “yea come on guys.”Our usual hang out is this abandoned skate park that I come to every time I feel down or need to get away from Dwight for a while. “That was a good plan Naomi now we won’t starve” I laugh as we all take a piece of the cake “so Naomi still stuck in that home I see, can’t get away from Dwight” I sigh “it’s harder than you think Perry and it won’t matter my mom will come for me someday” Gwenie laughed “my parents haven’t been back for me in years what makes you any different?” I stuff the cake in my mouth “because I know she’s out there” Vector ate more of the cake “well my parent gave me up years ago so if I were you I wouldn’t get your hopes up” Perry laughs “yea your mom will come back when all our parents do” I picked up a piece of cake and threw it at a laughing Perry. We all continued chatting until the sound of police sirens startled us “get of here go, go.”We all ran down the alley way “split up see you guys” Perry and I separated from Gwenie and Vector “alright bye.” Perry and I ran leading us to a dead end until I saw a broken fence “this way Perry come on faster” we barely got into the fence as the police car drove by. This area we were in was new to me and new places don’t work out for me so I knew we had to get out of here fast “come on through here” we entered a closet room but it was too dark to see. Perry then tripped over something causing me to scream and lightning struck “geez Perry watch where your walking” he laughed and finally found the light switch filling the unknown room with light. The room was filled with supply’s you’d probably use for an Aquarium “check it out Naomi, where are we?” I shook my head “not sure” Perry opened his bag pulling out a spray can “well as long as were here” Perry started to graffiti the doors and the walls while I followed.I added more of what Perry added to the wall until I heard a weird sound “Perry?” I put my spray can back in my bag trying to figure out where that sound came from “Perry if that’s you this isn’t funny, Perry?” I slowly kept walking until the wall became a cold window what the hell? Then the lightning went off showing something huge with big teeth that cause me to scream and run away from it. I then heard a screeching sound which suddenly made me stop and turn back towards it “what is that?” I slowly walked back where the screeching continued and placed my hands on the cold glass. Then the lighting went off again finally showing the creature on the other side which was an orca whale. “Naomi cops run” I heard Perry call as I ran back where I came from but was stopped by the flashlights from two police officers “there she is hold it kid” I ran as fast as I could up the stairs in to the rain while hearing the cop calling me back. I was far away from the calling cop happy I was going to get away but I ran right into another cop who held onto me pinning me down on the floor. The cop held my hands behind my back as I try to fight back “relax take it easy relax” I still tried to get away “let me go come on let go” I looked up to see another man who looked Indian staring sadly at me. They lifted me up on my feet facing the Indian man “were sorry about her Randolph we’ve been chasing her all day slippery girl she is would you like to press charges?” the man named Randolph glance at me again but shook his head “no just get her home” the officer nodded and led me out.The next morning I was back at the social workers office with Dwight following me scolding me on the way “breaking and entering, malicious mischief, vandalism and resisting arrest anything else happened I should know about” I laughed “yea a robbed a few banks is that a problem?” he lead me over to sit down at his desk “yea sure you did sit down” I laugh “aw you missed me Dwight” he shook his head “you’ve been hanging out with Perry again haven’t you” I looked at him confused “Perry who?” “Don’t you play with me girl you’re in enough trouble already, but you’re lucky, now I hate phone calls and I’ve been on this phone on a conference call keeping you from going to court and getting you more in trouble but to fix this Randolph agreed to have you clean up your mess at North West Adventure Park that is your probation” I sigh and shake my head “fine is that all” Dwight threw a file into my lap showing a picture of a women I didn’t know “who’s this?” he pointed at the picture “that is Stacy Marcos she will be the women you’re staying with per-mentally, she’s a nice women and she’ll take care of everything you need” I throw the file back at him “what makes you think I need her, I can take care of myself” Dwight puts the file back on the desk “you can take care of yourself? You call all this taking care of yourself? Naomi its either her or juvenile hall you take your pick but either way your cleaning up your mess” I turned away from him and stared at the floor “you have any more questions about all this?” I looked at him “hear from my mom?” he looked at me like I was crazy “still want me to hear from your mom?” I sigh “I just want to make sure she’s ok” he sighed and gave me sad eyes “nobody’s heard from your mom in six years Naomi” I slump down in the chair and looked back to the ground. I believe my mom’s out there, I have to she’s all I have left.

#whale

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lazysimp · 3 years ago

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may we get some more moments of bull bakugo and cow y/n plz? 🤲

A/N: Sure anon, I hate to say it but I like this AU more than should. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has.

Warnings/tags: cow girl, animal hybrid fic, oral sex, vaginal sex, Fem reader, 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.3k

How Bull Bakugou reacts to you being taken away

In the weeks following Bakugou first claiming the two of you had never been separated longer than a few minutes. He was obsessed, always keeping you within arms reach until today.

After a long night of fun, the two of you curled up under his favorite tree enjoying the breeze on a hot day. This is how most of your days were spent. In the distance, you could hear the sound of the metal machines coming closer but you had nothing to worry about, the humans only ever dropped off food or new friends. But today their plan seemed to change.

The black metal machine stopped a little distance away and two humans stepped out, one was holding some strange stick and the other a large cloth bag.

You looked down to your sleeping boyfriend and wondered if you should wake him, maybe he would know what to do, but before you could try to do anything a sharp prick jabbed into your thigh.

You look down to see a small shiny tube sticking out of your thigh with a bright feather on its top. Before you could warn Bakugou, one of the tubes stuck his thigh, shocking him awake, but it was too late. Whatever they did to you already had you falling into darkness, listening to the bellow of rage as Bakugou realized too late what was happening.

Your groggy eyes opened a few hours later, you take a quick survey of your surroundings and realize they must have taken you back to the main barn. Being a hybrid you don’t get many interactions with humans, both species usually choosing to leave the other in peace.

The door to your pin opened and a farmer with green hair opened the door, you smile with relief. He had been one of the humans you used to see when you lived in the barn.

“Sorry to disturb your rest little one,” he mumbled, opening up a small case. “You are due for a couple of shots and a quick checkup just to make sure you are healthy.”

You nod, relieved. Checkups, when you lived near the main barn, were common. You hoped they told Bakugou what was going on.

The kind farmer’s hands expertly delivered your shots and took a few vitals before leading you back to the metal machine. You waved bye as the farmhand drove back to the pasture, back to Bakugou.

But the scene you return to was nothing you were expecting. The fence surrounding the grass field was all but in ruins. The strong wood posts having been ripped from the ground. The metal feeding pin that held hay was lying in pieces around the field. You look around trying to see if a storm had come through only to see the cause of all the damage.

Bakugou was rushing towards the truck, fury etched on his face as he prepared to ram it. The farmhand quickly opened the door keeping you inside and gently pushes you out before rushing away.

You don’t even have time to look up before he is on top of you, rubbing his hands over your skin. You try to get out a few words, to reassure him you were fine, but he was not listening. His frantic eyes inspected every inch of your skin, making sure the humans had not done something to you.

Once his eyes slowed to meet you you give him a soft smile, trying to show him that you were ok, but he needed more. His heart was racing, since he had woken up with you, not by his side he had been on a rampage. Anything that had been in his path was now rubble. Despite now having you safe in his arms, adrenaline was still pumping through him.

Not waiting another minute his hand clamps around your neck, gently pushing your back to the ground.

You spread open your knees, already knowing what he had planned. His tongue was on you in seconds, delving into your cunt. You let out a small whine, already overwhelmed. Bakugou had made it his life's mission to find exactly what made you tick. He spent hours teasing your sweet body, watching silently as you wither around, taking mental notes at what moves made you crazy.

If you thought he was good before, he was a god now. Sucking your clit into his mouth with the exact pressure he knew would drive you higher. He did not bother to open your with his fingers, he knew your cunt would still be stretched from the night before.

It only took a few more lashes of his tongue before your legs clamped together around his head. He moaned into your cunt, enjoying the feel of your soft thighs around his head.

When your body stops trembling he pries open your knees, keeping them open as his cock lined up with your entrance. You are too dazed from your orgasm to do anything but lie there as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You both groan at the sensation of him entering you, the burn of the stretch only making the pleasure feel more intense.

He does not give you time to adjust before he is running into you, his heavy balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. His deep grunts filled your ears, telling you how much he loved being inside you, filling you up with his cum.

A tightness starts to grow in your lower abdomen, like a rope slowing twisting, building tension with each thrust. Your legs started to tremble around him, the muscles quivering with anticipation.

You were already so close, you just needed a little bit more. But Bakugou was not going to let you off that easy. Changing the angle of his thrusts until the tightness loosened. You let out a cry of protest, wanting that feeling to return.

"Beg," he growled into your ear, "Beg if you want to cum on my cock."

You wanted to have outraged, to yell at him and demand more. Instead, your pretty lips opened to say, "Please Bakugou, please let me cum on your cock."

His hips shifted again, his thrusts now hitting the pleasure spot inside your cunt. "More," he groaned, "Beg me for more."

"Bakugou," you cry, losing the ability to think, "Please, I really need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be a good girl I promise, please just let me cum."

"A good girl hm? What does my good girl want me to do?" he panted, his thrusts growing sloppier.

"My clit," you babble, barely coherent, "Please play with my clit."

His lips press themselves on your forehead, wordlessly rewarding your words as his fingers slip through your drenched folds, looking for your little nub. Your body jolts as his fingertips brush past it.

His strong finger surrounded your clit, stroking the tender bud in time with his thrusts. It was enough. With a silent scream, the rope inside you released, sending you spiraling.

You could not control your body as convulsions traveled through you, making every muscle tense. Bakugou watched his hard work pay off before your clenching pussy finally pushed him over the edge. A low groan left his lips as he spilled inside you, his balls twitching as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

He does not bother to pull his cock out as he lifts you into his arms, holding your chest to chest as he carries you back to his tree. Having you filled with his cum finally allowed him to calm down enough to realize why you had been taken but he did not regret destroying everything around him. Humans needed to know who you belonged to the next time they try to take you away.

#bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut #mha thirsts #bakuogu thirsts

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iotaarcane · 6 years ago

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XnationalZ

BUSY BLOW TORCHING DABS

Door doesn’t open it glides on rails like the entrance impales tracks leave scabs

They pick at them like a flurry of energy inertly imperil and in peril while sterile the enemy isn’t at his post busy blow torching dabs

Laughing gas to a mass of brain cells that might as well been in cell or for sale to sell for the fact of not being usable like loud theater patrons at musical

Stomping footsteps upsets the stairwell, Hercule as security

picks you up and while airborne you get the farewell.

A good bye of sorts a great try physically the body with a little help contorts but spiritually its dormant in hibernation protected in a fort. The outside winds set him to the maximum miles per hour bumping over the welts. Swelling is mainstream never go underground. A golf club waving at lightning

A day filled with bad decisions. A perfect life a nocturnal health freak who is slowing dying because of the hours he choose to sleep. North of the sauna lives out of water a piranha gills with chankla…. Flip flop the hip hop to this mantra…. They got Bin Laden but the tomatoes slices cut au gratin and their insides just by general principal all rotten every good deed all but forgotten.

They attempted because it looked great on camera to have caughten Sadam but the madam of the ministry secretly had many a body double dangling feet from noose corpse of course wasn’t who they thought they had bad DNA tests fail when not given. You’ll just straight believe without any thought or thinking in a closed space trying to identify who is stinking. This planet in that galaxy is sinking below where it once orbited and your whole existence is defined of what you afforded how toxins are absorbed y’all point the finger iota morbid.

As blood dripping on everything like a loop of hemoglobin training goblins to run tasks on apps. Hairless ape with only a little fur missing - hand and the wrist slice is still fresh magenta pink placenta veiny underwent chef prep, impractical to prevent a story to end like this begin as it went, we muster the emotion to climb street curb like step, tentacle suction cup girlfriend tales like cotton swab on bunny ear manifesto. One piece bikini transacting - posts no bill. Open register the creditor turned into a collector, an editorial of breadwinner meanwhile back in the western hemisphere sky is too clear - cuts retina sundries colander fluid filter an array of enemies attacked the command post. The mid morning foray angrily adjusted. You could totally notice the moment the ward went kaleidoscope twist 33 degree. As the crow fly viewpoint saw the west wing extend and to what seems like an elbow bend but they aint drinking consuming much of nothing except orders from the chief who dictates the whereabouts and you gotta be down cannot have doubts they don’t come in shouts - illest hand signals in the game it’s an artistic beauty to see the tic for tac counterattack he who gets the most vagina must be the Mack. Diesel easel drawer no undies they were left in dresser drawer and if it don’t work out oh no the lawyer is not pro bono yet the retainer fixed the teeth apprehended the beef no more issues.

Him whose piss poor planning continues will be facing the sultry seductress Miss Hughes 4 feet 6 shoes opposite of the elephant of Hindus infamous for the pop ins on miscues So real was breakfast cereal mammal sauce from cashews. Nipple hula hoop sports car aficionado drop top in the coupe where they kept the chickens. Jumpy trampoline mouth fortune reader foreseen vulgar obscene potty lips unclean that contingency of the attorney of where wonder land on a poca dot which marks the spot. Accuracy solar hot, lift off broke apart space shuttle heat pads over hot not matter if they were chosen or not. Nudity not as bad as could be frontal, wide opening little exit funnel so many come backs you can’t shoot down every rebuttal. We double as secret agents where birds are fowl and flagrant evil as the vortex in control of this spaceship. I got it plannded see use that ladder granted to climb into the zoo – carefully pinpoint were from the top we landed snag a handful thus huck right between their eyes candid close to the nose as possible rancid so they go crazy - ape shit

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++NOTHING and LIKE it

You’ll get nothing and like it. No matter how much you despite it.

Like you wanted that new whip but you were too good for the bus so you bike it.

Like it ever mattered – your best bud did the same inebriated on the way home dump truck made him splattered we identified the body basically because only thing left the t-shirt he wore that night tattered. I want a hamburger – with a vegan patty in the current state of Armageddon it doesn’t look good brethren Xnational that’s why I rock the same hairdo as a Tibetan. No a cheese burger yall overreacting on this meat is murder so is a relentless ethic of work especially when exhausted and it hurt. We’ve been threatened by a heavy weapon. I was reading about Reagan and outline seems Pagan that’s as good for you as dippin Copenhagen spittin telling the surgeon do not beckon the question I love when my gummies are redden. Cancer of the embouchure is more than a Horoscope sign I concur. I want a hot dog. Smothered in mustard covered in meat trimmings ground up chemicals as the fixings. Bought my rhymes with a great bargain from Groupon. Even added a discount photoshopped counterfeit coupon. Creating to the beat the loops on. I don’t know is a Bentley a Rolls Royce because in the back seat the window lowered and I was offered grey poupon do you happen to have another choice. Already had condiments on my weenie. Get off my computer don’t you dare peep my documents. My sentiments exactly the conference in regards to arguments approximates Many inter-nationalities at least 3 continents. Ancestor occupants with these words I’m a biochemist marketing guerrillas in the midst of this mist. We the tapestry of ornaments via the internets correspondents it’s like I’m studied on my own no paperwork to show my doctorate of rocking it. I want a milkshake mixed extra thick so it actually improves my life. Massacre in the streets. Soul gets fasten to the beats. Emotion in a drum pattern. Puts the spirit at ease changes lives makes memories. We reminisce lacking candor look back in retrospect kinesis situational intensity convince myths as the centripetal force drifts making you cause conflicts with the dame you caressed whose early departure has you dismissed flailing arms is a fit temper tantrum get nothing and like it anthem in this for the marathon and beyond whereupon such a large portion of our population is related to Genghis Khan. What was going on? Mating a savage motivation bondage of ancestral astral projections. In a succession of going with aggression. Talking too much now I’m a witness to this confession. I didn’t want to know that nor should you want to share it - in your heart bear with it. I need to check up on what era that was. I want potato chips crisper than a whisper in a dark room embracing solitude twiddling a whisker brisker than podcast radio transistor, he was very bad only did one movie but he was a fister, turned that lifestyle around and became a wonderful listener, except after he kissed her, she fiddled his zipper, polished half handle of liquor, hand cuffs cutoff circulation like a prisoner, as she moved towards his waistline she announced OK noodle, his phone screen lit up he couldn’t get up - his unit wouldn’t get up, Here is the kicker, she addressed yours is so much pinker, than red shade of a swisher, Oh yes it is sir right when she was about to go to town cell phone screen with the rear camera face down accessed a video Oh yes Mister Fisher. Vid featuring a debutante with oily wrist smash grab a sphincter. Homegirl peeped it out the corner of her eye. Jeez Louise Guy, you think she liked it, those are screams of terror why did you video tape and mic it? Payback is real He said no no stop she said you will get nothing and like it.

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Bloop Didn't Match Bleep

Flat line monitor they filed with the manufacturer to get truth because bloop didn’t match bleep

Was she dead or deep asleep it takes a large leap of courage to surpass milestones when laid out flat on back thick as a board bright as feather totally do laps passing my stone counting per mile our style lashes out flashes of the bang - boom go sky. They hope when it’s over something changes dramatically like a star fall macho man bar brawl telekinetic script to anyone one whom you bonded importance of existence is something you cannot deny.

Fly by the seat of pants, advance like cash flow, difficult to rap slow, I wanna run it like you need it get roller pinned and kneaded, Hebrew jui-jitsu submission look at what his knee did. Star of David on his playlist we turning off tech on Satur no matter bribery or how you flatter your condolences belated along with ski masks raided should of seen them coming the porch was shaded driveway isolated doctrine confirmed over something we traded urine peptide beaker foggy but perplex this – His best amigo did too much acid like amino so when he was at cathouse heard a whore moan he could only cognate behavior to influence mood balanced hormone as the counterpoint feline payment never transacted fee to wait in line. What skill or excellences are you pursuing how can you portray without any cueing. Hit your marks. Spit in pitch black fire mouth out sparks.

It’s your energy that relay tend to take opposition and sway. Assists their dishin’ drug addicts spinning to get spun on a mission in addition to addiction they act like they don’t lie this is no audition you’re grown why you want permission to ruin your life You see in LA a Bruin cub a forty niner in Long Beach data gets scrubbed unit information placed out of reach. Look what the cat drug in, breeze blew in you could have been somebody a shoo in. Migrated to Peru in a mobile pyramid amongst doubters, its like the shouters are first with inside out lower lip pouters claim to be ballers all they are is browsers knickerbockers shirtless with trousers waving a give me a freebie voucher so I roll with moon howlers now does this overwhelm like towers stimulates give us powers of the third kind and our encounters.

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Gun Laws

- No fun wit dem laws especially when encountering rough edges grainy surface with gun laws

- The cause is mass hysteria because amendments put both sides into a predicament

- Wing of the Eagle into action Xnational Activist after a sour apple up spring the people Active Fist raised above the forehead concurrently nobody wants more dead.

- Not even the gunman but what about that run in my states Capitol Sacramento

- Odd… Cell phone is not a weapon 20 trigger pulls the Police can act like a beast, On tempo protest Florida mad man rampaged blood everywhere escorted in handcuffs away facial expression wonder struck departed campus quad

- Dem our rights in dat bill but that bill was proclaimed before our land fell ill Overdose of fluoride oxygen intoxicants horrible supplements processed food and diabetes from too much sugar in condiments

- Now to fix your country don’t be chicken like poultry spend love to arrange a redeeming elixir

- This is precise calculation when you are overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like an exchange of demon trading evil for evil soul grasp tool sickle--- Concise to arbitration overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like is regal viper fang retention seek help contemplating like gleaming shovel off moonshine fickle.

- Everything even your status is the status materialism is the apparatus zero the sum on the abacus but yet the ability to function not be bullied or tempted to destroy yourself or others can be uncontrollable

- Mental health doesn’t have a look so why they judge based on the cover texture ink print of book

- No civilian needs an automatic machine gun. Home protection can be accomplished with 20 gauge is plenty.

- There are more guns in the US than people. So agree with March for our lives. I disagree with anything I’m not feeling and if we all could be a Democracy and meet in the middle we all should be fine with the compromise.

- First person liver body organ problem corking, ostrich keeping dome piece dipped into land chunks hoping not to get things out of proportion

- News was sidetracked Porn Star had protection less sex with President along with a dry cleaner hanger abortion clinic minute men attacking those who look immigrated

- It’s a circle of blood you been initiated. We do not exist in a dystopia but these large organizations can paint whatever portrait they want to fit into an agenda

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++You Can Be Anything

You are where you at in fact you could go where you want to be and you can be anything

So easy to feel like nothing complain and become doubtful with a mouthful of evil they walk in a horrible path of negativity and self-destruction same time place continuum hurting others while they just trying to get through the same as you do. What is this reasoning? Who created the outline? Why if I don’t play ball can’t I get a pass down on the baseline? Appeasing you either got to be a mover and shaker or to the sideline your thrown and labeled a space waster. Money identifies so much. Status class how your friends and family eat continuous and fast. Totally empty posthumous till those on top of the power structure find those beneath humorous. Better teeth greater smile success is subjective. I took the elective to be me why don’t you be you. Underneath all the bogus ideas and understandings I breathe near the 14th of the month only to inhale and not exhale for another 30. If you do business justified you can really be wealthy if you lied play dirty. Landing around the 5th I derail in a matter of moments look sick and pale living again for less than allowed. Now the natural lines in my face is scowled. I want to be an xnational not into whats in or rational I’ve never admired reality TV or what is force fed to me. The world is very fluid with whats not allowed how you make your bread and weather you get a box or become dust when dead. They never said it would be like this but they never stated it wouldn’t or couldn’t I’m tired of the chosen getting a vote I never balloted giving me basically 2 options on major decisions unanimously untalented more than perfected for the future while living slithering past the masses until something so major happens to a loved one a ugly ungloved one frozen in the headline archived content someplace indefinite it is about time. Dig through scorched Earth. Charred ground far fewer giblets in the stew to see self in mirror the spoon is wooden and sipping left a splinter too difficult to survive this nuclear winter.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++To Get Bye

Chatted with an annoying carcass inverted in Caracas on an apparatus and we agreed about this

You’re all I need to get buy

- The voice don’t know but like a bass line I record in mono Remember before I kissed a girl I got mononucleosis and this in general gave me a neurosis if I haven’t kissed how the heck did I get mono

- Punctuality arriving pronto seconds click nimble with the fingertips pulling a combo characterized in metabolic state ketosis

- Fasting near or around roses favorite floral Lotus. To get by stay fly no aeronautics my aerobics consists of verbal trampoline pounce the guardrail carine upon the jet strip Don’t Trip.

- Landing gear engaged to get by clearance from the air traffic controller, just this style is me high roller tip toeing soldier avoiding ebola maintain employment meeting or exceeding quota.

- To get buy you need straight cash homie loads and loaves of bread cheddar or whatever Hamilton greenbacks, paper guap of franklin will do

- To get by Your Blessing will be thee necessity sky beautiful. Open heart to keep it plain and simple more than the crease unfolding the ripple

- To get by clean water fresh air healthy food the ability to create mobility infinitely friends family meditation agility stretching.

- Concept of these scriptures stacks all the to the back of literature willingness be the finesse all this and that’s success

- To get by why try easier to complain make it artificial cause others through the tidal waves stress and strain

- Sitting on your knees sneaker heels tap the back of your button ups Long Barrel at temple. Imagine the thoughts before you’re executed. That process of it’s over. Can you fanaggle? Use communication for survival last chance come at them sideways like a tooth that snaggle

- This snag will either end your current existence begin into a newish dimension an entrance how did these doors swing open? Never let them see you moping. Laugh in the face danger many elements to this for coping.

- Change is a guarantee and you can’t get much of anything so constant. Who can adapt the fastest? Chip up as soon as society is cashless. Global position the system while mapless. I’m going to flow more rap less.

- Concubine colorful sword edge dull, The Ktown market I copped it at in the China shop bull. Tea party porcelain porcupine alarm module.

- iota needs some soda caramel color cola so the bubbles can fix my upset tummy stay scummy my friend is a sin and not funny Lowest on totem pole that explains the mischievous grin

- Never find work attitude be the jerk stay going bizerk at the store with the clerk make it impossible for them to accomplish the mish undertone a smirk relentless and abscessed until they fail find out it all evolved from silly little games your repercussions wrong answer given to test

- Well rounded knew how art felt, Chemicals were spilt and the fumes of the 2nd story would melt. Heartfelt never dealt a hand like that patience is all precious up til you are the doctors patients and he truly evil terrorize a boll weevil wore wild long tail lab coat crazy colors of crayon except no cotton all rayon and he would lay on the guilt deprive of medication till the truly ugly wanted to be killed subconsciously the whispers You’re all I need to get by…..

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silverfootstepswrites · 7 years ago

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Butterfly [19]

summary The Mayfair of my heart.

The asphalt seemed to ripple. Waves of heat rose from the surface of the road, making the horizon shimmer.

And in the midst of this punishing heat, Asuma used the front of his shirt to mop sweat off his forehead. He put his hand on his hip as he looked over his shoulder. Just in time to see Mirai running after him. Her ponytail sticking up like a little palm tree.

“Mirai, I told you. It’s real hot today. Stay home with Mama and I’ll just do the grocery shopping on my own,” he told her.

“No!” Mirai exclaimed.

Sighing, Asuma held his hand out. And waited for his daughter to grab hold of it. She swung it wildly as he guided her down the road. He pulled her to the side as a car honked at them a few times. When he turned, Sakura was hanging out of the driver’s side window.

“Need a lift?” she offered.

Asuma let out a deep sigh as he settled into the passenger-side seat. Mirai put both her hands on the window pane as she stared around.

“Where to?” asked Sakura.

“Supermarket. Thanks, Haruno-kun,” replied Asuma. He fanned himself with one hand as the car moved forward. Only when he had settled in a bit did he glance over at her.

“Something special going on today? It’s rare to see you driving,” he commented.

Sakura flashed a smile. “I had to run a couple errands,” she replied, shrugging one shoulder. And then she glanced at Mirai in the rearview mirror. The little girl wiggled her fingers at her. Sakura winked at her.

She dropped them off in front of the supermarket. Mirai hopped out of the back, into Asuma’s waiting arms. He turned around.

“What do we say to Sakura-sensei?” he prompted. Mirai waved both arms with furious speed.

“Bye-bye, Sensei!” the girl exclaimed.

Sakura waved. “Bye, Mirai-chan. Have fun shopping with Papa,” answered Sakura. And once Asuma and Mirai headed into the building, she drove off, back towards her house. She scoured the streets for someone useful on her way. Ideally, Naruto or Minato would be the best candidates. Shikamaru wouldn’t be a bad option either, but there was a chance that he would complain the whole time.

When she pulled into her driveway, Kiba was sitting on her front steps, in the shade of the door. Akamaru sat panting beside him.

“Good timing, Inuzuka. Help me out,” she called as she opened up the trunk.

Kiba and Akamaru made their way over to her. And then Kiba stood gaping at the piles of boxes and envelopes stacked in the trunk.

“What the hell is this?” exclaimed Kiba. And Akamaru let out a single yap, as if agreeing.

Sakura lifted a plastic tray filled with envelopes. “It’s hot outside. I’ll tell you after we move all these,” she sighed.

Kiba glared at the huge load for another moment. Then, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. Sakura emerged from the house and paused in the doorway, staring. Kiba kicked at a stray pebble near his foot as he waited.

"Ah, good morning, Ba-chan. Is he awake? ...Ah. Well, Haruno needs some help carrying- Ok. Thanks."

He ended the call. And then Kiba waited, fist on his hip. Tapping his foot, making his sandal smack against the road.

After a minute, the front door of the house two doors down slammed open and shut. Shikamaru shuffled out onto the road, hands jammed in his pockets. Eyes barely opened. He slouched his way over, a yawn ripping his mouth wide open.

"You take this half. I'll take this half. We can do it in one trip," Kiba directed, pointing to some of the pile. Together, they gathered everything into their arms and managed to lug it into the house. Kiba dropped his box in the hall, sending a small cloud of dust puffing up. Shikamaru set his down a little less carelessly. He did nearly trip over Akamaru when the white dog darted between his legs.

Sakura headed outside to close her trunk and lock her car. And when she entered her home, she found Shikamaru sitting on top of his box, looking like he'd just run a marathon. Kiba was already in the kitchen, helping himself to a beer. They could hear him pop the tab, followed by the hiss of carbon dioxide escaping the can.

"Oi. Get me one, Inuzuka," Shikamaru called.

"Get your own," Kiba yelled back.

Shikamaru heaved a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. He wore a faded green t-shirt. Sakura guessed that he had probably rolled straight out of bed, still in his pajamas. He grumbled to himself as he got to his feet. Sakura put her hands on his shoulders, cheerfully steering him into the kitchen.

Kiba sat at the table. He gulped down his beer like he'd never drank anything in his life before.

"Did someone ship you dark matter, Haruno? What the hell is in those boxes?" demanded Kiba as she turned and walked back to the hall. She pushed one of the boxes into the kitchen. And backtracked a last time to push the second box in too. The clear plastic tray filled with envelopes was already sitting on the kitchen table.

"Haku texted me a few days ago. The post office in Sendai was complaining that my P.O box was overflowing. So I had them forward all my stuff down to Konoha. I didn't realize just how much there was, though," Sakura explained. She slapped the top of one of the boxes to emphasize her point. She pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer to cut a long slit in the tape on top.

Sakura plopped down on the floor as she began pulling things out of the first box. Akamaru walked over to sniff at each item, like he was carrying out his own inspection.

There were stuffed animals. A majority of them were Shiba Inus. Because she had offhandedly mentioned once that she thought Shibas were cute. She had received everything from hoodies to body pillows. There were also plenty of gifts shaped like cherry blossoms. Hair pins, keychains, even coin purses.

Next were the drawings. Crayon scribbles from children and intricate watercolors that noticed the little freckle on her left wrist. There were endless letters, too. From people all over the country and even some from outside the country. Foreign fans attempted to write in hiragana, their symbols wonky and shaky. People in America begged her to come back to Michigan. Some invited her to go to prom with them, which always made her laugh.

Her favorite gifts, though, were always the letters or photos from fans who told her that she had inspired them to start skating themselves.

I'm not really good, but some day I want to be as good as you.

You made me believe that I could do my best.

At one point, Shikamaru had sat down on the floor too. After rubbing Akamaru between the ears, he began glancing through the presents. Skimming through some of the letters.

In the second box Sakura opened, there was more of the same. But this one was apparently filled with more recent gifts. Because most of the messages expressed disappointment or sadness that she had retired. Some of them were quite angry. A few bordering on threatening. But it was nothing she wasn't already used to.

"Wow. That's so many Ferrero Rocher. Can I have these?" asked Shikamaru, holding up a plastic case stuffed with the chocolates. Sakura didn't look up from the letter she was reading.

"Oh no. Don't eat those," she told him.

"Why not?" Kiba questioned. Akamaru padded over to sniff at the chocolates. Kiba pushed him away with his foot, muttering, "You'll die, you idiot. Get away from those."

"I had a friend who ate something sent to him, and it was filled with a fan's hair. Better not risk it," Sakura elaborated. And before she had finished speaking, Shikamaru had set the chocolates down.

It took Sakura a couple hours to sort through everything. And even longer to try to arrange them nicely. Normally, Haku would have taken care of this part. He had magic hands. When he nudged things around, the photo just looked so much better. Just as she considered Facetiming Haku to get his input, Kiba's stomach let out a pitiful growl.

They walked a short way to a small restaurant near the elementary school. It was the only place in town that served grilled unagi, slathered in a sweet and salty glaze. The restaurant was busy, but they managed to squeeze in at the bar. They ordered a bowl for Akamaru too, who gobbled down his portion with gusto.

"I don't get why this is such a big deal, Haruno. It's just Instagram," Kiba said.

"Look, it's just that I haven't posted in a while. And I don't want the first thing I post to be ugly," Sakura defended herself.

"Do you even have an Instagram, Inuzuka?" interrupted Shikamaru.

"I do! And, for your information, the great Haruno-senshu even followed me back," Kiba sniffed.

"I'm not following for you. I'm following because you post such cute pictures of Akamaru," retorted Sakura. At the sound of his name, Akamaru lifted his head. He licked his chops, ears pricking up. Sakura reached down to scratch under his chin.

"Anyway, I have to figure out how to post some kind of nice 'thank you' message. I really didn't expect people to keep sending me stuff after I quit like that," Sakura confessed.

"Just post a damn picture and be all 'hashtag blessed' or whatever," groaned Kiba.

"You're an uncultured swine. You wouldn't get it," sighed Sakura.

The bell above the door jingled as new customers entered.

"One unaju, please," a man called as he settled in at the bar beside them.

Sakura and Shikamaru recognized the voice. They leaned back, staring around Kiba's back. And they found Itachi settling in beside Kiba. He put his elbows up on the bar.

"Ah!" Sakura said. At the same time, Shikamaru called out,"Yo. Uchiha-sensei."

Itachi looked up. His hair was tied up in a ponytail. He pushed his tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of his nose before he dipped his head a little.

"Oh. This guy is our town's vet, Inuzuka Kiba," Shikamaru then said, pointing at Kiba. Kiba nodded.

Sakura's eyes lit up.

"Wait. Uchiha-sensei. I know this is a stretch. But is there any chance that you're any good with photographs?" inquired Sakura, leaning over Kiba. Ignoring the way he complained about being used as furniture.

Itachi blinked a few times. He pulled a pair of chopsticks out of the cup on the counter. He snapped them apart with precision.

"I'm no expert. But I did study a little when I was in art school," he replied.

Sakura smiled. "Then I need to ask you for a favor today."

To her surprise, he smiled back. "I suppose that'll make us even, then," he answered.

They waited around for Itachi to finish his lunch. And then they all headed back to Sakura's place together. Akamaru, curious about the new addition to the group, spent a lot of time sniffing at Itachi's legs and feet as they walked.

"So, you used to live in Tokyo?" asked Kiba as they headed into the house. Akamaru nudged at Sakura's leg, whining a little.

"I'll get you some water, buddy. Don't worry," Sakura said. The dog trailed her into the kitchen while the men took off their shoes.

"Yes. I'm a city boy. Born and raised," replied Itachi. Almost laughing at himself. Because in a little country town like this, the term 'city boy' was almost used as a criticism. But Kiba shrugged as he shut the door behind them.

"Whatever. You can't help where your parents raised you," Kiba answered. They headed toward the kitchen. "But you must be bored. There isn't much to do out here compared to Tokyo."

"I'm from here and I'm bored," Sakura yelled in response.

"Well I wasn't talking to you, Haruno-senshu," retorted Kiba.

Itachi stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. He eyed the stacks of Shiba Inu plushes and handwritten letters. The drawings of Sakura were gathered in one corner, while misspelled signs with her name sat in the other.

"Yeah... so... is there a way to get these all into one shot. And not just make it look like a mountain of... stuff?" asked Sakura.

Itachi crossed his arm over his chest. He tilted his head to one side. And then the other. He touched his thumb to his lower lip.

He held his hand out. It took Sakura a moment to realize that he was asking for her phone. She unlocked it before handing it over. Itachi held it in his right hand. Used his left to grab one of the wooden chairs at the table. He set it down by the piles. Stood on top of the chair, craning his neck to see her screen. He tilted her phone this way and that before he clucked his tongue.

Climbing off the chair, he knelt to push some of the items around. He fanned the letters out. Moved some of the Shiba Inu dolls around. Then, he seemed to change his mind. He moved the dolls up. Took one of the signs with her name on it and placed it in the middle. When he got back up on the chair, Itachi snapped several pictures in a row. But when he stepped off the chair again, he didn't hand the phone over. Instead, he stared at Sakura. She stared right back.

Itachi handed the phone to Kiba. And then, putting his hands on Sakura's shoulders, he guided her to sit on the floor. Taking the pile of Shiba Inu plushes, he piled them into her lap instead. He reclaimed the phone as he climbed back up on the chair.

On reflex, with a camera on her, Sakura smiled, showing her teeth. He took a few pictures with and without flash. This time, when he hopped off the chair, he knelt beside her to show her the pictures.

Hands pressing to her cheeks, Sakura sighed.

"You're a blessing, Uchiha-sensei," she breathed. Reclaiming her phone, she uploaded the best photo to Instagram. Complete with the appropriate captions.

Thank you to all my wonderful fans. Your letters of encouragement give me the strength to tackle this new, slightly scary, but exciting phase of my life. Although my career as a competitive figure skater is over, you will all be in my heart.

The likes and comments begin popping up about a minute after she posted the picture.

Shikamaru glanced at her screen over her shoulder. He let out a low whistle as the notifications popped up again and again.

"Haruno, you should pay Uchiha-sensei for this," he joked. The notifications flooded her feed.

"This is nothing," Itachi replied.

"Yeah. Besides, friends don't ask friends for payment for favors, Nara," Sakura agreed with a pointed look. Shikamaru took a step away, suddenly avoiding her gaze. Like he had forgotten all about always asking for beer any time he helped her.

Kiba, who had gone quiet for a minute, looked up from his phone.

"Yo. The Sarutobis say they're doing rei-shabu for dinner tonight. Anyone wanna go?" he asked.

At this, Sakura's mouth twisted into a leer.

"The Sarutobis? Who's that? Why don't you just call her what you called her in high school, Inuzuka?" Sakura teased. Kiba scowled at her.

"Don't," he warned.

"Oh, Kurenai-san! My Kurenai-san!" Sakura cried, hand flying to her forehead. She pretended to collapse against Shikamaru, who caught her, lips pursed to hold in his own laugh.

"Seriously. Quit it, Haruno," growled Kiba. His eyes darted from Itachi, back to her.

"Come on, Inuzuka. It's a little funny. Every time, you saw her in the hallway at school, it was like 'Good morning, Inuzuka-kun'," Shikamaru chimed in. And Sakura bowed, body bending at a 90-degree angle as she bellowed, "GOOD MORNING, SENSEI!"

She and Shikamaru dissolved into cackles.

"You assholes. Making fun of a boy's pure first love," Kiba muttered. His cheeks turning pink.

"Aw, don't be like that, Inuzuka. I just think it was cute," Sakura said. Patting him on the arm between snorts of laughter.

Still frowning, Kiba turned to look Itachi in the eyes. "Seriously. Don't be friends with these two. They're bullies," he warned Itachi.

"It's too late for that. You should come to dinner too, Uchiha-sensei. I mean, unless you're busy," Sakura interrupted Kiba. And as she looked into Itachi's face, she saw that he was smiling a little.

"I don't want to intrude..." he hedged.

For some reason, she recognized that expression. That hesitation.

And she wasn't quite sure why.

"You know, pretty much the only way to make friends in a small town like this is to intrude. Come with us," Sakura urged.

She watched Itachi's face. The way he looked up as he thought. When he met her gaze again, he nodded a little.

"If you promise to take it a little easy on Inuzuka-san," Itachi conceded.

There was a moment of absolute silence. Before they realized that he was joking. And Sakura and Shikamaru burst into fresh laughter.

"Thank you, man! I like this guy!" Kiba exclaimed, shaking Itachi's shoulder a little.

#writing #itasaku #butterfly #i really want to call kiba sakura and shikamaru 3-baka #they're so dumb but i love them #not so satisfied with this chapter but that'll do pig

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[+ | ;] - “....Ah. whoops looks like I dropped the entire bee movie script under read more because my mun is too much of a weenie to actually post it.”

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.

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!

You guys 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.

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

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're dating 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 for my 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.

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With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

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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 queens here 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 there are 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 smoking gun.

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 like this.

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't he 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!

- 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 a nickel!

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.

#;; pwease don't hold me accountable pweeease #I'LL DO STUFF SOON #MAYBE

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