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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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11. You Used to Love It

This chapter is the last good one for a while. I mean, there’s some pain here, I suppose, but nothing like what’s about to happen in the next few chapters. And, I’d like to dedicate this particular one to the apex of the Mall Rats shippers @scipunk63 and of course, my Infinity Train fandom ace boon koon @i-am-a-passenger 3668 Words

Even the idea of going back to school after the awesome summer that she had SUCKED. She halfway had the mind to tell her parents that she’d like to go back to personal professors, but she knew that ship had sailed. With her father being up in arms about her academic career and the fact that she hadn’t yet started looking for colleges… She didn’t NEED college, and if ever she did, she’d have enough to go then, so there was no need for her to lose her mind over it like he was.

“Grace!” Ah, finally. Some good fucking company.

Simon rushed to her and grabbed her from the ground to squeeze her into a tight hug. He immediately began talking to her about school. She sighed. They had one more weekend before school began, so she straight up just cupped her hand over his mouth and shook her head. Then, she removed her hand and eyed him suspiciously.

“What’s happened to your face?” she asked.

“What’s… happened… to it?” He repeated, confused.

“Did you do something?”

“Is this like that time you thought my eye color changed?”

“No! This is real… WAIT. Did you do your eyebrows? AND shave off your peach fuzz??” She was on the verge of laughter.

“I think it makes me look more presidential,” he said, straightening the collar of his hoodie.

She laughed, “Sir, you are the junior class president…”

“Also debate captain, academic decathlon, I have a position in journalism,” he grumbled, ‘Two actually,” and completed his list, “As well as STILL the top of our class. People won’t take me seriously if I don’t take myself seriously. That’s one thing that my dad taught me.”

“He should’ve added that they won’t take you seriously if you take yourself too seriously, because I definitely do not.”

“Rude. I shouldn't give you your welcome home present… But, I already spent money on it.”

“You… spent money on me? Simon! You KNOW that you don’t have to do that!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to, and I rarely ever do. Besides, it’s a special occasion. The Apex is back together.” He pulled a gift basket out of his bag and presented it to her.

“This is from that fancy custom basket place near the mall!” she said. That was WAY out of Simon’s budget, but also, not returnable. “Simon!” She fussed.

“Please, just tell me that you love it.”

“I do!” She accepted it with damp eyes and a trembling lip. There was a boxed honeycomb, a bottle of honeysuckle nectar extract, and a honey bun shaped like a bear. “This is really cute, Simon. I really love it. It’s one of the best gifts you’ve ever given me.” She reached out to hug him and he went in for a kiss. She gasped and he startled, then she rested her head against his chest and he rested his face on her hair… both confused as to why the other acted that way.

Honey had become one of Grace’s things, because of the products she represented and her natural branding, over the summer, she’d been being called, The Internet’s Honey, and so she ran with it. Apex members were putting the little honeypot emojis in her comments, brands started sending her their honey - which she loved because she could use it for SO many health and beauty purposes, but also, she was reckless and sometimes, just wanted to eat it. Her favorite way was to eat the honeycomb, with a fancy soft cheese and some fruit - generally honeydew melon, just because there sort of was a flow of collaboration.

Simon had commented on a post she made while she was on the road that she should do one of those ASMR eating honeycomb videos… More people liked that comment than she expected. She wasn’t planning on doing ASMR anything and thought it was such a weird thing for Simon, of all people to comment on a post of hers! But, even though she wasn’t going to do one of those at this point in time - she just felt weird about all of her followers watching her eat, even if it was trendy - she still ate around Simon, and on their calls he kept asking her to do the honeycomb thing.

“What is with you, Dude?”

He blushed a lot and shook his head, “I just like it. There’s something soothing about watching you eat and it’s something you love, and I really like the sound, too.”

She gave him a look but reached for her snacking sack and looked through it. “I’ve got mostly fruit snacks in this thing. Ummm… some dried mango, banana, pineapple… a jar of country peach preserves…”

“Are the preserves chunky?”

She examined the jar, “There are pretty big peach pieces in here, actually.” She looked at the anticipation on his face and wondered, “What, you expect me to just eat this with my hands? I definitely don’t have a spoon in here,” she glanced around the hotel she was staying in.

“What’s wrong with eating with your fingers?” he wondered.

“It’s messy! Then, I’ll have to suck my fingers, and this is already weird enough, Simon. What… is this gonna do for you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, it’s relaxing, and you’re just usually the person who helps me relax the most.”

“The anticipation of school got you riled up?”

“The anticipation of things with your dad.” he sighed.

She nodded, “He stresses me out too.” She laughed at herself, shook her head and said, “Fine, fine. I guess… here I am eating peach preserves out of a jar, with my fingers, for my best friend.”

“It’s a show of love,” he said, as he began recording her on their video call.

Presently, she asked him, “Are you gonna wanna watch me eat the contents of this gift?”

“Very intently.” She laughed. She didn’t get it, but also… It did seem to help him out the times she’d done so on his calls, and it didn’t seem sexual or anything.

Over the weekend, he was with her at the house. Her parents were away, and most likely wouldn’t be back until the week after school began. That meant that Simon would be spending every night that they weren’t there with her. She didn’t want to stay in the house, either. Especially if they were going to be milking the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. She wanted to be out and about with him, maybe cause some trouble, do some secret destroying.

He was perfectly content to just stay inside, just the two of them, because they hadn’t been able to be that way for a while. Of course, her desires won out. They went to the mall that evening. It was only open for a few more hours, but they loved the mall. They used to frequent it and were actually banned from a few stores, but they hadn’t been in a while and she wanted a corn dog from the Corn Dog Express.

She generally didn’t have any pockets, and Simon generally had several large ones (some with buttons), so he always carried her wallet and whenever they (she) bought something, he usually handed over the card. She thought about carrying a fanny pack, because it latched on to you, but she just couldn’t rectify the thought with the fact that those things were hideous. Maybe if she were trapped in uncivilized society...

So, whenever they got to the Corn Dog Express and ordered, she turned to look at him when they were given the total. “I… don’t have it..” Simon told her. She furrowed her eyebrows and patted herself down. Did she… forget her wallet? And her cell phone?? The clerk looked annoyed while Grace looked worried. She could have sworn that she picked them up on their way out of the door..

“Did you two really order all of this without any money?”

“Chill out. She may have forgotten her wallet. It happens.” Simon said, annoyed at the guy’s tone. He went to the back and Simon heard him say that there was “some Black girl out there trying to scam” them. He immediately was not pleased with that, and he saw from Grace’s face that she’d heard it too.

“Let’s just go,” she said, softly. “I should’ve been more attentive.”

“Mmhmm,” Simon said, but he didn’t budge, save to pull out his phone.

She made a sad face. She really wanted the dogs. “Simon? Did you hear me? I left my wallet at home, not to mention my cell phone. No need for me to further embarrass myself. I don’t even think we’ll have time to go get it and come back before the mall closes.”

But whenever the clerk came back with the manager with him, Simon began announcing, “This null who works at the Corn Dog Express just described Grace Monroe, of the Monroe Square Monroes, as ‘this Black chick trying to scam them.’ Scam them. At the Corn Dog Express. In the mall. That’s it. That’s the entire post.”

Grace covered her mouth and said, “Umm… Simon…” She was actually even more embarrassed, because obviously, these people didn’t know her. They weren’t her target audience, probably had only seen her family name on the plaques of buildings, and she really just wanted to go.

“You are fucking lucky that I don’t make you bob for corn dogs in that hot grease, you…” Grace pulled Simon’s arm and called his name. “You fucking short sighted, beast faced, insignificant little prick. She could buy this entire mall, never touch it again and STILL be above you. Who do you think you are?” The clerk was grateful that they had a plastic display between him and Simon. He looked terrified and the manager was confused but trying to speak on behalf of the company that they didn’t intend to upset Ms. Monroe...

“Simon! Can we PLEASE. Just. Go?” He looked over and she had her fists clenched and she was shaking. He didn’t know if she was mad or sad… or what. It was unclear, but she was asking for them to go. That was clear.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, an eyebrow raised. He had been two seconds away from hopping the counter after this guy.

“I’m positive,” she said, through her teeth, tugging him by the sleeve to come with her. He knocked over everything on the counter, with purpose, looking right into the eyes of his target of anger as they passed it. “Sorry,” she told the workers. She would make sure that they were compensated for that entire scene.

Simon was casually on his phone as she dragged him outside of the mall and whenever they got to the parking lot, he said, “Posted it! We’ll let the Apex at him, now.” She groaned and released him with a shove of the hand she had been clutching his sleeve with.

“What?” He asked.

“Simon… I left my wallet at home. That experience was because of MY mistake, and you just attacked that guy like he was some kind of enemy combatant.”

“He was very rude to you and I didn’t like his tone when he spoke about you. I was defending you. How is that a problem?”

“Because, I have a reputation, Simon! I have a brand. An image! I can’t just go around slapping things off of counters whenever I can’t pay the man at the counter! People SAW us! Some looked like they were recording!” She was highly upset. “You… are gonna go to college, get a degree, build a career. You have several talents and intelligence and pathways. I’ve got THIS, Simon. MY future is nested inside of my personality, and the world can’t think that I’m this person that goes off on people like a rotten brat. I can’t believe that you would put me in something like this!”

“I thought we were in this together. The Apex sticks together.”

“I wish you would’ve stuck with me when I was asking you to leave!”

He ran his hands through his hanging strands of hair and shook his head, “I thought you’d be happy. You used to love when I defended you.”

“We’re not kids anymore, Simon! You can’t DO THAT to people!” she snapped and walked off, hugging herself. “You can’t do that to people,” she said softly and sniffled. Where the hell was she going? He followed her, silently. He had already apologized. Why wasn’t she… doing something to make him feel better about her being upset with him?

“Okay. I’ll follow your lead, Grace. I won’t react next time unless you tell me to.”

She looked at him. She seemed like she wanted to say more to him, but she just gave him a small smile and collected him by his hoodie string. “Let’s just go home and order in. We can watch one of your fantasy movies, or something.” he still looked nervous, like he was worried that she was still mad. She… didn’t ever get mad at him and she was realizing this as she watched him process how she’d just yelled at him in this public space. “That okay with you, Eyebrows?” he chuckled and wrapped an arm around her with a single nod.

Still… They both felt it. Something just wasn’t right between them.

It blew up. Of course it did. What started with Simon’s post generating a massive amount of hate at the Corn Dog Express and the employees there, spiraled into Apex stans making death threats, doxxing these people, and harassing their family members. Grace went live several times to remind them not to do this and to explain that it was indeed her fault that she couldn’t pay because she left her wallet, and assuring fans that she paid after the fact and held no hostility for the staff there.

“I am demanding that the real Apex stand down this time. I’m human. I made a mistake. Yes, the clerk could have been nicer, but I don’t know what kind of day he had or what’s happened to him before. I didn’t take it personally. Simon is a little bit more sensitive about these things happening to me and he got upset and tried to defend me. We’ve talked about it. We’re on the same page. Please leave that guy alone, Apex. Come on. Listen to your Honey.”

With the incident going viral, in those comments appeared a very aggressive woman who wanted to draw people’s attention to her post from a few years prior. It was a post where she cried on camera, showed off bruises and described two kids that beat her up on the train.

Grace gasped whenever she noticed her. Apex members were cussing her out and accusing her of lying, but she was claiming that she even tore out a handful of the girl’s hair and that she was POSITIVE that it was the girl in this video, and she knew that Simon was the same boy, because he looked exactly the same, but longer. She meant taller, and Grace hadn’t thought about that woman in almost as much time since her hair grew back.But, she definitely recognized her whenever she went to her profile.

Then Shana’s little bitch ass comes in to comment, “Actually, I very clearly remember her showing up in society with a shaved head around that time, so I believe you. They call her the Internet’s Honey, but she’s actually a violent, destructive sociopath and I hope that you get your justice.”

Grace’s head was spinning. She didn’t know what to do with bad publicity and this felt like it was a lot. Should she call her mom? Her mom would kill her!

She saw Simon arguing with Shana in the comments, “Do you realize that whenever Grace went natural we were 12? You’re going to believe this stranger when she says that unprovoked Grace and I just beat her up for no reason? I know you’re a jerk, but I thought you were smart.”

The woman fussed, “You put me in a choke hold and crushed my esophagus while she punched me in the ribs and stomach!”

“Prove it, null,” Simon almost instantly typed.

“I still have her hair!”

“And what? You think that your lawyers are going to be able to demand that she release a sample to check it against the hair that your nasty ass has been carrying around for god knows how long? FOH. You deserved to be thrown to the wheels of the train and you got off easy, Jealous Null. You’re jealous of her. Every hater is jealous. Shana certainly is. She’d say anything to try to look better, since the hair weave and makeup doesn’t help.”

“If it doesn’t help, how come you think I’m almost as pretty as her?”

Grace waited for Simon to respond, but instead, she watched as both Shana’s and the woman’s comments vanished… Simon had obviously signed into her account and blocked them. She was both relieved and upset.

This was EXACTLY the kind of thing that she wanted him to not do on her behalf. She started crying. Moments later, he was calling. “Hey… I spoke with your dad. They’re gonna take care of it, okay?”

“What? What did you say?”

“I said that a woman who attacked you a few years ago on the train is claiming that we beat her up, when we actually defended you against her and I gave him the time and date and train, in case they need to go back and check out the surveillance. If it still exists.”

“What?? My parents can’t know that I got into a fight on the train, Simon!”

“You defended yourself on the train. We were 12. That was a grown ass woman and she hit you first.” There was silence. “Grace, please don’t tell me that you’re mad at me again for fixing the problem for you?”

“No,” but she was frustrated about all of this. “I just… My dad… how did he sound?”

“He said he was pleased that I thought to call him.”

“I just don’t want them to be disappointed in me. I don’t want to hurt them like that, and I don’t want them to hurt me.”

“They won’t.” He heard her sniffling on the other end of the calling as she read the comments. “I’m coming over.”

“We’ve got school in the morning.”

“Yeah, which we would’ve rode together to anyway.”

“Simon…”

“You don’t need me?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then, I’m on my way.

Grace cried a lot, curled up in a ball in Simon’s lap. It wasn’t their usual. She didn’t generally come to him with things. She cried on her own, but since he had insisted on being there and insisted on holding her, that’s where she landed and she had to admit that it wasn’t bad, at all. He had told her father that he was going to keep her company and make sure she was safe and sound all night and her father had advised them both to go to school the following day and if anyone asked anything about that woman and her accusations to tell them that they are not at liberty to speak about it.

Grace just hoped that this weekend was not some indication of what type of school year that they might have. She woke up to see Simon climbing out of her bed, shirtless? When did he take off his shirt? Probably in the middle of the night, because he was always hot and always in long sleeves. She had never seen his physique before, that she could remember. Even when they went swimming, he generally wore a wetsuit that was tight fitting, but still covered up everything. He heard her gasp and he jumped and looked at her. “Simon, what happened to your arm?” She asked, climbing out of bed to rush to him. “… Did your mom do this to you?” She wondered, touching his faded tally marks.

He quickly grabbed his undershirt and said, “I won’t like to talk about this.” She bit her lip and wished that she could help him somehow. He smiled softly and kissed her on the forehead, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. Just… If you need me today, say the word.”

“What should I even say?”

He thought for a while, “Say, charge.”

She laughed, “Are you gonna charge?”

“If you say charge, somebody is getting messed up.” She laughed lightly. She needed his sense of humor.

“I’m not saying charge, Dude. The way that the Internet has reacted to me telling you NOT to do something? I say charge and they’ll crucify me. My mom’s gonna wind up taking over my social media again.” She rolled her eyes and went for her uniform.

“A signal, then. I need to know when you need me to attack.”

“Simon,” she laughed. “I don’t ever need you to attack. Remember that you’ve got college courses starting this year and college is like super important to you?”

“You’re super important to me too,” he confessed, casually.

Soon, they were dressed, out the door, and heading for the campus. More kids were around outside than typically and Simon knew that it was because they were all waiting for them to arrive. He met Grace at her door and helped her out of the car. They checked each other out, gave a nod to each other that both were good to go, and turned at the same time to walk into the school.

Simon was confident. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Grace had gotten upset over the weekend, but he had done nothing wrong and she was clearly just stressed out, because last night, she’d let him comfort her and be her support system. She had let him hold her and wipe her tears and lift her up. She had let him back in. He was confident that the Apex was going to become stronger than ever before, and keep growing. They stopped at the stop of the stairs and she leaned on his shoulder. A couple of the boys that Grace had kissed on the cheek the previous year rushed to grab the doors for them and the other present Apex kids gathered behind them, following them inside when they went into the building.

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concealeddarkness13 · 4 years ago

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WHG Post Games Boat Heist Part 4

This is what happened to Nesri overnight! Trigger warning for torture. But then there’s a fluff piece right after that. It’s a roller coaster of emotions. :) Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Rebecca and Elvira!), @maple-writes (also thanks for Cirrus and Asher!), and @pen-of-roses (I don’t think your characters show up in this one, but thanks still!)!

Nesri

Triel got ready for her meeting with Snow in our small room, and I waited with her. The best time to confront Churi would be when she was busy. She would normally figure out that something was wrong and follow me, but if she was busy, she couldn’t.

She stood in front of me, makeup re-applied and clothes freshly straightened. She grinned at me. “How do I look?”

I grinned back. “Like a dream. Make sure the dear president doesn’t try to steal you for being too beautiful.”

She snorted and sat down next to me, searching my eyes. Shit. I made sure not to look away, or she would know that something was wrong. She cocked her head. “You doing okay, Osprey?”

The nickname we came up with. I genuinely smiled a little. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

She didn’t look completely convinced, but before she could press, she glanced at the time and stood up. “I have to go. Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. I have to be in on it too.” She grinned at me, I nodded, and she left after kissing me on the forehead.

I waited half an hour before I stood up. “I’m hungry,” I mumbled and headed out. It wasn’t the most foolproof plan, but it was pretty believable that I was hungry.

It didn’t take me long to find Churi. He was standing idly by the entrance to the corridor that led to our rooms. I glared at him. How dare he so casually threaten my friends. “I won’t let you touch any of my friends.”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of bothering them, since you came to me yourself. Let’s go chat, and I’ll think about continuing to stay away from them.” He gestured for me to follow, and I did for my friends. He led me down a corridor that wasn’t populated until he stopped out of sight of the main deck.

I kept glaring at him, even though my hands were shaking. I spoke up first. “I escaped from your control, and I will do it as many times as I need to. Give up on trying to control me. It will only end in you hurt.”

He laughed and put a hand around my neck and breathed in deeply, and everything was gone. All my emotions. Except fear. I shook even harder. Shit. I was trapped. There was no escape. I was a fool to even try to escape from him and stand against him. Didn’t I know it was better to cower and hope that he didn’t hurt me?

“Ah, your emotions are always so strong, so delicious, Ness.” I flinched. Kiryth’s nickname. “Yes, I know about your ex. And your crewmates. And your tribute friends. And I won’t stop hunting you, even if you slip away tonight.” He smiled and fuzzed for a second into black smoke, letting go of my neck until he turned into Triel and wrapped his hand around my neck again. My other emotions fuzzed back into existence, not strong enough to affect the fear, for a second before he breathed in again. Something tugged at me when he fuzzed into his true form, but I had no idea what it was. And did that even matter at all? I was trapped, at his mercy, and Triel was threatening to choke me, and his smile on Triel’s face twisted it so she didn’t look human, and there was no escape.

Triel’s voice came out as Churi spoke. “Oh, hun. Did you really think I loved you? You’re a liability to my whole crew. I sold you out to the Shades. I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re nothing to me.” Tears streaked down my face as I stared at Triel’s face. I knew it wasn’t her saying these things, but what if…what if she really thought that? What if what he was saying was all true?

He cocked his head and grinned, still looking twisted on Triel’s face. “I heard the others talking as well. Kiryth thinks you’re an idiot. He doesn’t love you anymore. Cirrus finds you annoying. He’s just putting up with you until this is over. Zenith doesn’t care. He’s only cared about his old team this whole time. No one cares about you. You’re just a worthless piece of garbage who can never make friends because you annoy everyone around you. You’re alone, and you’re not safe. The Shades won’t stop hunting you. Ever. And no one will help you because no one cares.”

Some little shred of willpower tried to push against the suffocating fear, but it was only enough to choke out a few words. “No…that’s not—”

Churi/Triel squeezed on my throat, cutting off my air supply and what I was going to say, and the tears fell faster. He stopped after a few seconds. “What was that, hun? You think I’m lying? How do you know? Are they ever real around you? Do they ever really care? How do you know?”

Thundering footsteps. And Cirrus spoke up. “What’s going on?”

Shit. No, no, no, no…Churi/Triel turned to him with a normal smile. “Oh, nothing. Just a chat.”

“Looks like it.” Rebecca with an exaggerated voice. Double shit. “How’s about you remove that hand from that neck or I remove the hand from your arm, pal?”

I sucked in a breath to beg, plead that they escape, but Churi/Triel squeezed my neck again for a few seconds. He cocked his head. “And why would you care about this broken creature? We took her when she was eight and gave her the magic. She is our property. And she is broken beyond repair. That’s why I must take her back.” He paused and laughed. “Oh, you should have seen our artwork.” He flipped around so that my back was to Cirrus and Rebecca. No. He wasn’t going to show the scars, was he? No, no, no, no, no. They would never look at me the same again. A sob wracked my body as he lowered my collar (I had left my coat back in the room) so only my shoulders were exposed. They could see the scars. They now knew how broken I was. “It’s not as pretty now.”

The sound of ripping flesh cut through the air, but the hand still held me. Churi wouldn’t be dissuaded that easily. He sighed. “Now, that was rude.” He reattached the hand, flexing his fingers. “As I was saying, what is she to you? How much would you sacrifice for a piece of broken property?”

Cirrus snarled, and I tried to shake my head, anything to get them to leave, but he started pulling at Churi. “Get away from her!”

Churi actually let go, and I crumpled to the floor, curling up in a ball as my other emotions fuzzed into existence. But a faint existence. I could barely feel anything but the fear still. “Fine.” He grinned at Cirrus and misted into Asher. I felt that same tug when he shapeshifted, but I still didn’t understand.

I flinched as he started speaking to Cirrus. This was my fault. All my fault. I had led them into this. I was to blame. Only me.

Churi/Asher crossed his arms and glared at Cirrus, who had frozen. “You disgust me, clinging to anyone who tells you pretty lies. You’re so easily deceived. You’re pathetic. Did you think I really loved you, let alone Nesri loved you? They’ve all been lying to you. They’ll never care about you. Even Striker. He’d rather you were gone, and I agree with him. Of course you fell for Nesri’s lies; both of you are too scarred to be anything more than a pretty face. You worthless excuse for a son. Of course your mother doesn’t want you back. And she never will. You will be alone, begging her for forgiveness like you have month after month after month. Don’t you ever wonder why she never responds? Why no one comes for you? No one will listen, no one will ever care about you, Cirrus.” He laughed. “Stop fighting against the inevitable. Give up and help me take the rest of your fake friends into custody. It’s the only thing a pathetic excuse like you can do.”

He stiffened, frozen. “Stop. Stop that’s, that’s not true.” There were cracks in his voice.

“No…” It came out as just a whisper. Churi was going to destroy everyone I cared about. And I couldn’t do anything. Everything felt fuzzy. My thoughts were moving too sluggishly. The suffocating fear was still in control, and I couldn’t bring myself to move. There was nothing that I could do. I had trapped the people I cared about. It was all my fault.

Churi/Asher smiled. “Still trying to pretend that it’s not true. Pathetic.” He turned to Rebecca when Cirrus didn’t say anything.

Churi fuzzed into someone else, a man I didn’t recognize. But Rebecca did. I felt that tug again when he changed. It had to be my magic. But what did that mean? Was he made of something that I could manipulate?

But what did that matter? He was hurting the people I cared about, and all I was thinking about was some insignificant detail?

“I know you’re not Richard,” Rebecca snarled, her grip tightening on her sword. I flinched at the pain in her eyes. There was nothing I could do. I was useless, worthless.

Churi/Richard smirked and golf clapped. “Oh, yes, look at the smart little girl, figuring it all out. So clever and well-educated and tough with her big, scary sword. Not compensating for anything—certainly not any lack of tact, honor, basic hygiene, common sense—”

“Shut up!” Rebecca. Shit. I…I had to do something. But what could I do? There was nothing…

“You shut up,” he growled, stepping toward her, and she cringed back. “Who do you think you are? Someone better than the sniveling coward who was willing to die for a love that was never real? You never did a thing in your life to help yourself, just watched your family die and sat around waiting for someone to save you, and when your knight finally quit babysitting and tried to get free of you, you clung on, attempted murder, and seem so surprised that the shining armor doesn’t fucking fit.” He sneered at the sword shaking in her hands. Hopeless. It was all hopeless. “It never will. You’re fooling no one, you inbred street rat.”

“Aw, you’re just saying that,” she said, sarcastic, but her voice was cracking. She grit her teeth. “I’m not scared of some prissy boy’s mean words! Who’s the coward now? Show me your real face so I can—”

“Use physical violence to solve your problems, yes, I get the gist.” He sighed. “Very civilized, Becky. Good show. And you’re not special either—I’m only pointing out what you already know when I repeat that you still don’t know real love. Everyone just uses whoever they can to survive. Who do you imagine forfeits the opportunity? The wily thief who tried to kill you? The apathetic mongrel who’s killed more men than you’ve ever met? These jackasses who’ve known you for less than a month?” He gave her a snide, pitying smile. “You’re far too easy to use.”

Rebecca didn’t say anything. She just spluttered as she lowered the sword and stared at Churi/Richard. I sobbed. He was winning. They wouldn’t escape now. I had done this. My fault.

He turned to me and fuzzed back to Triel. I vaguely registered that it was definitely my magic that was tugging at me when he did that. He smirked at me. “See, hun? I own your friends now. I will take anything that you think you can have. You will have nothing. Your once-friends will hate you and hurt you. You all are mine.”

Anything, anything for the people I cared about. When he fuzzed again, I activated my magic and pulled at the tug. I blinked, and thousands of tiny crystals were falling to the ground in front of us. And he was gone. What? Everything still felt fuzzy. Had I…turned him to crystal?

Cirrus stared at where Churi had been standing then shook himself and turned to me. I instinctively flinched away from him. “Are you okay?” He sounded shaken himself.

I tried to smile. Everything was fine. Fine. He was gone, it seemed, possibly forever. But they had seen my scars and heard my story and I had led them into this mess. They probably hated me. “Don’t worry about me. What about you two?” I paused, trying to collect my thoughts, but that didn’t work, and the words rushed out. “It’s my fault anyway. You—you should hate me. I understand. I did something stupid. I tried to stop him before he hurt any of you, and I only made it worse. I’m a stupid girl who won’t think. Instead, I just rush in, damn the consequences.” Stupid idiot. I’m supposed to not be making this about myself. “But—but are you two okay?”

Rebecca stared at the pile of crystals, then at me, and she looked wary. She hated me, like she should. “I dunno. I dunno if I was okay before, now. I’m all…I just don’t understand.”

“We’re fine, I think.” Cirrus tried to sound calm, but he was shaken too, and it was my fault. He glanced up and down the hallway. “Come on, let’s get somewhere out of the way.” He led us back to the room. He shouldn’t be helping. He should just leave me. I didn’t understand. And they were the ones hurt more by this. I was used to their manipulation, even though it still worked on me, but they weren’t.

When we got to the room, I just blurted out an apology and headed to the corner. I shouldn’t even be here. I didn’t deserve it. I hid my head in my hands. But Cirrus was there, and he held out a hand, but I didn’t take it.

Instead I burst into fresh tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for fucking it up. I just wanted to protect you. But I was so terrified of him, I couldn’t let him hurt anyone else. You should hate me.” Please hate me. Because I don’t understand how you couldn’t. I messed everything up. How can you still look concerned about me? I don’t understand. I’m worthless and broken. How can anyone care about me?

Rebecca sighed, leaning her head back against the wall. “Look. Maybe we should. But we don’t. You fucked up. We all three kinda did. It’s what people do. We fuck up, and then we, uh…forgive each other.”

Cirrus nodded and leaned back against the wall. “I mean, if we didn’t care we wouldn’t have followed you either.”

“I don’t understand. Why do you care? I’m everything he said I was.” Shit. I knew this was all illogical. I knew that they actually cared. But I still felt fuzzy, and it was hard to fight against my mind. “Thank you both so much. I care deeply about you. I haven’t lied to you about that.”

“So does that mean that everything he said about us was true too?” He took a deep breath and lowered his voice as I quickly shook my head. “Between us, Asher’s said those things to me before. Doesn’t mean it was true. Doesn’t mean he meant it.”

It wouldn’t be so easy to believe what he said, but I just had to keep reminding myself that they weren’t true. I smiled a wobbly smile. “You wanna spar to blow off steam?”

Cirrus shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

I made a face at him. “You’re a meanie.” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Rebecca spoke up. “Hey, so, Elvira says…that someone can get forgiven when the person they hurt or wronged or whatever—or even if you just think you hurt or wronged them—when they don’t expect anything else from you in order to right that wrong. So, I think what we need to do here is…tell each other what we need from each other so that we can trust each other, really trust each other and not worry about whatever we’re using each other or secretly don’t care or whatever. What do we need to do or say or promise? Does that make sense? Or do you not wanna do it?” She looked away.

That was a good rule for forgiveness. It made sense. I smiled, but it was still wobbly. “I think it’s a wonderful idea, and I’ll do anything you need me to. But you two don’t need my forgiveness. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Well, I’d love some sort of affirmoration that I’m accepted even though I’m not all that bright or proper, y’know, just a little something to boost the ol’ spirits after getting dragged by a monster wearing my ex’s face instead of everyone pretending I’m perfect and I never do nothing wrong, which I do, so it’s making me more suspicious, but that’s beside the point,” Rebecca said dryly. Then she became more serious. “Anyways, I think demanding that you don’t go off on your own or whatever is kinda against the whole thing. You want independence. From those creeps—the, uh, Shades—and I want that for you, too. So I won’t ask you not to go off after them…And it sounds like there’s more, and you’ll have to deal with them, and maybe the rest of us will too. So what I’m gonna ask you to do is stop beating yourself up about it, first of all. Blaming yourself for what they’re doing’s just gonna weaken you, and you’re our best shot at stopping them, so that’s not helping anyone. Second of all, just…let us know what we can do to help. What we can do to fight them. If you don’t know anything now, that’s fine, but, like, if you learn anything that’ll help us non-magical folks stand a chance against those guys, let us know. And if you do go after them, maybe try to have some sort of plan,” she snorted. “That’s what I’m asking of you. What do you think?”

I nodded. That was fair. “I just mean in this moment, you didn’t do anything wrong, following someone who was going to get herself hurt. I mean, you certainly aren’t perfect. We’ve still got to work on your popcorn-catching skills.” I smiled, but then grew serious. “I’ll try not to beat myself up. But it might take a little while. I don’t know how normal people can fight against the Shades. I didn’t even know I could use my magic on them. But if I find anything out, I’ll let you know. And I’m not the best at making plans, so I’ll consult you before rushing in.”

Rebecca smiled back, shoulders relaxing a little. “And I’ll come to you for lessons in popcorn martial arts. Thanks, Nesri. I officially forgive you.” We shook hands, and Rebecca glanced at Cirrus. “And what about you?”

He crossed his arms. “I think you beat me to it.” He paused and sighed. “I don’t want you to think you have to face anything alone. Don’t just brush off whenever someone offers to help you.” He tone dropped, a little bit of anger slipping in. “And don’t just pretend everything’s fine just to try and make us feel better.” He stopped with a glance up at Rebecca. “Is that too much?”

I nodded at his requests. Those would be hard. “I’ll—I’ll try. You might have to remind me, though.”

“Anything we can do to help,” Rebecca said.

Tears streaked down my face again. “Thank you so much.”

And then the worst thing that could happen, happened. Triel opened the door, took in the scene, her eyes flashed with panic, and she crossed her arms. “Okay, what the hell happened?”

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I forced myself to stop crying and stood up. “Churi was on the yacht, so I felt I had to confront him, and Rebecca and Cirrus were suspicious of what I was doing, so they followed me. But no one was hurt.” I smiled too widely.

“Except the psychological trauma,” Rebecca chimed in. “We’re working on it.”

Triel’s eyes widened, and her eyes flickered back to me. “You waited until I was busy on purpose, didn’t you? Shit, Nesri.” I nodded sheepishly, and she sighed and glanced at Rebecca and Cirrus. “I’m sorry about that. I probably should have briefed everyone on what the Shades could do. It slipped my mind. Do you need anything?”

Cirrus shrugged. “Some help talking sense into her?”

Well, that was rude. “Hey!” I lightly punched his arm.

Rebecca brightened. “Can we maybe hunt down some popcorn?”

I laughed, full and joyful. Triel laughed too and ordered some popcorn. She walked up to me afterwards and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “What did he say to you, Osprey?”

I ducked my head. Did I really have to say it? “All the normal lies,” I mumbled.

She sighed. “Why the fuck would you think that no one cares about you? Shine doesn’t throw machine parts at just anyone. I don’t give flattering nicknames to just anyone. And these idiots wouldn’t go after you because they were concerned if they didn’t care. If you let those lies poison you, I really will make you as seductive as a fish next time I dress you up.” I sniffled but laughed.

“I heard that.” Cirrus crossed his arms at Triel, looking indignant. “The idiot part. Everything else is true though.”

Elvira walked in before we could say anything, and she was holding popcorn. She took in the scene. “Is everything all right? Should I leave?” I shook my head, and Triel did the same. Elvira relaxed and held up the popcorn. “Someone ordered popcorn?”

Thus started the great popcorn war of the century. And laughs and good food and friendship. During the night, I kept getting closer to Cirrus, until I finally leaned up against him and hugged his arm. And he didn’t object. It just felt better to be near someone else, someone who liked me. It helped keep my thoughts from going back.

When everyone else went to sleep, Triel and I stayed up a little bit longer. We talked about the Shades a bit more, but before we went to sleep, she glanced over at Cirrus, smirked at me, and cocked an eyebrow. “He’s a good man. I approve.”

I flushed. What? “Whatever do you mean?”

She laughed. “If you like him, you should just tell him. It won’t hurt my feelings, hun. But don’t think I’ll just give up. I’ll never stop flirting with you.” She winked at me and squeezed my shoulder. I just stared at her. My thoughts weren’t even working.

She laughed. “You should see your face! And your flush.” She brushed a finger across my cheek, and I finally unfroze.

We just curled up close together (there wasn’t much room in this room), and Triel draped an arm over me, but even after an hour, I couldn’t fall asleep. I wiggled out of Triel’s arm without waking her up (she was a heavy sleeper anyway) and sat up. Every time I closed my eyes, memories of the Shades would just invade my mind. I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

Across the room (admittedly, not that far away), Cirrus turned his head and propped himself up on one elbow after a little bit. “Can’t sleep?” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I think I might need some fresh air. If you can’t sleep too, why don’t you join me?”

“Gladly.” He slipped out of bed. “It’s too stuffy in here.”

I tiptoed around Triel and anyone else trying to sleep, and we got outside and started walking. Triel’s words about Cirrus came back, and I started flushing. Did I like him? It was so quiet, and my thoughts were so loud, so I grasped at anything to fill the silence. “Why couldn’t you sleep? Are you doing okay?”

He sighed. “I’ll be alright. There’s just…There’s just a lot to think about.”

Well, that wasn’t good. I needed a distraction. I smiled. “I could help you forget it.” I bumped his arm with my shoulder, since that was as far up as my shoulder could reach on him. But then I actually thought about what I said, and my face grew hotter.

Cirrus looked surprised, but then he smiled, hunching down closer to my eye level. “Have anything in mind?”

My face grew even hotter, and my eyes flicked down to his lips. Kissing? No, we hadn’t even said we liked each other yet. Was that too fast? It was definitely too fast. C’mon, Nesri! Think of something! Anything! “I—I…You know what? We could throw popcorn at the fish!” I looked away from him. Damn, that was embarrassing.

“Could be fun.” I glanced back at him, and he was grinning. He was so handsome when he smiled. “This time of night we might have the deck to ourselves.”

Oh shit. What did that mean? I nodded wordlessly, and we went to get popcorn and go to the upper deck. While we walked, I tentatively took his hand, and he held my hand back. He glanced at me with an unsure expression, but his eyes softened and he kept holding my hand. Oh shit. What did that mean?

We walked up to the upper deck, and we threw some popcorn in, and I moved closer to him, felt his warmth. I leaned against him, he put an arm around my shoulder, my face was hot enough to fry an egg on. But his hand brushed over my shoulders, and I felt the scars, and I stiffened and pulled away a little. What would he think if he saw them? Would he still want to be close to me?

I sucked in a breath. “I—I’m not as put together as I seem. The Shades—they tortured me mentally but also physically. You saw a little bit, but it’s all down my back, my stomach, my upper arms. I’m broken. I’m not pretty. You’d probably be scared off if you saw my scars. So, I wanted to tell you.”

He looked away from me and leaned against the railing of the deck. Oh shit. He really didn’t like that, did he? “I guess that makes two of us.” Wait, what? His face fell. “I had a run in with Asher’s father once. He burned me, and it…I try not to look at it too much.”

I sucked in a breath. “Shit. I’m sorry. We were supposed to be trying to get our minds off of painful stuff, and here I go—” Wait, Rebecca said don’t beat myself up. I tried to smile. “For the record, I wouldn’t think you’re any less handsome.”

“Easy to say,” Cirrus mumbled, looking down at the lake. He pushed off the railing to stand and face me. “May as well just get it over with.” He sighed and unbuttoned his shirt enough to show the scar. It covered about half his chest and part of his shoulder.

But I didn’t stare at that yet. My face grew hot again, but I tore my eyes away and to the scar. It was big and looked like it was gruesome when it happened, but…how could that make him any less handsome? His smile, how he cared in his own way, that was what made him handsome. Well, his looks and muscles didn’t hurt either. I tentatively reached out and brushed my fingers along the scar, and I shook my head. “You’re still as handsome as before,” I breathed. I backed up a little and pulled up my shirt. If he was willing to show off his scar he didn’t like, I should do the same. “Showing all of them would be a little inappropriate, but here’s most of them.” I let him see the scars on my stomach before I turned around and showed him the scars on my back. Scars from knives they etched into my skin.

“You survived all that?” I winced and turned around. He stared at the scars for a moment with a mixture of awe and horror, before he looked back up at my face. “That’s…That must have been hard.”

“Seven years of it.” And I still have nightmares. “They thought I should get special torture because they couldn’t control me as easily as they could the others.” I let my shirt down and threw another piece of popcorn in the water. Triel told me to just tell him. And I really thought I did like him. Even though he might not care anymore, I had to tell him. I squeezed my eyes shut. “But I understand if you don’t want to be around me. I—I think I might like you, but it’s fine.”

I opened my eyes as he reached forward, and I stiffened, but he just gently draped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me so I was against his side. Oh shit. He was warm and gentle and I was drinking in his scent and I couldn’t think. After a while, he spoke. “You know, when we danced earlier, that was my first kiss as a human.”

Oh double shit. Really? Why? What the heck? I couldn’t even figure out my thoughts, let alone my words for a little bit. “W—well, I hope you didn’t hate it.”

“Well, I didn’t. It was nice.” He hesitated, swallowing and taking a breath. “Except for the location.”

Well, this was a different location, and why not? Why not? “Would this be a better location?”

Cirrus lowered his head. “Much better.”

Wait, now? Why was I hesitating? I could flirt all day long but actually kissing? What the hell was wrong with me? “Uh. Now? Or…” I glanced down at the popcorn bag still in my hands. “I guess throwing popcorn at fish isn’t entirely romantic.”

“I don’t know.” He laughed kind of nervously. “I’m not so good at this.”

Now, random nonsense decided to just escape my mouth. “Well, I wasn’t either with Kiryth. Triel said that’s why it didn’t work. But Triel’s also said there’s a trick, and she told me about it.” I hesitated, eyeing him nervously.

He looked curious. “A trick? She does seem to know a few things.”

I dropped the popcorn bag and bit my lip. This was so ridiculous. How was I like this? I didn’t understand. I reached up to the collar of his shirt and brushed my fingers over his collar bone before I took his shirt collar and gently yanked him down to my level and closed the distance.

He was flustered for a second before he leaned in and kissed me back. And he was holding me and I felt safe and there was nothing else around us. Just us, no Capitol, no scars, nothing but us. And I couldn’t imagine a better kiss.

Little did I know that Asher and Triel had actually followed us, and when they saw us kiss, they grinned at each other and fistbumped.

#writeblr hunger games #whg #writeblr #tw: torture #I learned a lot about Nesri in this one #about her fears and insecurities #and that she can flirt all day long but when it comes to romance she gets flustered easily #this was so much fun!

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ddaenghoney · 5 years ago

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chapter four

masterlist link in blog description.

As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): graphic sexual depictions (fingering, like really minor dirty talk; it’s mostly dirty praise idk, oral; female receiving, cum swallowing, vaginal penetration via male penis(typing this made me laugh so hard lmao), male ejaculation without condom); i’d say it’s entirely sweet sex but uh-

Word count: 4931

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

Yoongi stands outside of the CEO office, his back against the wall beside the elevator. Waiting until the door shuts behind you, he straightens, pressing the button next to his waist to signal the elevator. Meeting eyes with his, you know there’s a lot he wants to say, but the vagueness of his expression doesn’t give you an idea of a tone. Another lecture you’re sure. Just to continue the growing streak. Yerin’s secretary glances towards you then Yoongi, curiosity taking over her to hope for something interesting to occur.

You simply follow him into the elevator.

“What was all of that?” He asks you when the door shuts, eyes peering in frustration, but you believe him to be shocked more than anything. “I’m now your fake boyfriend?” A single, breathy laugh leaves his mouth. Bitter.

“I guess,” You’re unable to meet his gaze, instead staring at the unlit elevator buttons and the lack of movement from other people calling for the elevator on this oddly slow day. “I don’t even know.”

“If I knew this would happen,” He sighs, rubbing his temples and never finishing the end of the thought. Leaving it to himself.

“This is my fault.” Your voice is barely a whisper, severity of everything catching up with you and how you’ve managed to cause trouble for Jimin and now Yoongi, who’s new to SoundWave and probably hating the employment.

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head, then exhales once more, trying to rationalize. “This is complete shit, but it’s not your fault.” In the first place, Jimin having a contract forbidding him from dating is one that Yoongi thought was just a bad rumor in the industry-- something that people didn’t actually have. There wasn’t a single employee in his last company that was forced under that rule, even though it had been frowned upon to be in public relationships. Incredibly frowned upon in a certain case. Still, Yoongi never figured the lack of a dating-ban clause in his contract and the new direction of his stage persona would lead him into a fake relationship. Irony with no humor. “Why aren’t you publically an employee?”

You reach for the elevator buttons, clicking the ground floor. The machinery shifts, starting the descent.

“Because,” You’re still hesitant about the prospect of explaining your situation. Anyone at SoundWave that has anything to do with music production knows, and Yoongi shouldn’t be an exception. It’s not like he is an intern, or part-time assistant. You may even work with him in the future, but you can’t remember ever explaining your position to someone other than Jimin. And that was only because he was whom you worked with often when first starting. “I write songs and produce, but I don’t ever get credited for it.”

“What?” Yoongi sounds like he thinks he didn’t correctly hear you. “Wait, what do you mean? Who gets the credit then?”

You sigh, eyeing the floor number that grows smaller and smaller, but not quick enough. “Whatever group or idol that ends up using them.”

“You,” He’s without comprehension, expression on his face ridiculously confused. Maybe even appalled by your job, or that he is also a part of the extremely large group under the assumption that they aren’t being lied to. Only to find out that it’s an acceptable and ongoing aspect of the company. One you’re acceptant of; otherwise you would’ve quit years ago or never taken the job to begin with. “You let your work get used under someone else’s name-- you’re lying to people, and you’re just letting that happen?”

You glare at him, but stay silent. Even if you want to argue, that’s how it is. You don’t have the power to change it, and years earlier you didn’t actually mind sliding ethics aside. You want to tell him that you’re not letting the lies occur willingly, but by the looks of his face-- something appearing increasingly unsettled and distant about your untruthful position-- you know it won’t matter. He won’t understand and maybe is even right to have his opinion of you drop to the ground.

The elevator door opens prompting you to practically jump out. “I’m going home.”

Yoongi stays inside of it, posture weighted in contempt of everything that he’s just gone through. As if the merger couldn’t get anymore terrible, now he is in a falsified relationship with someone that helps SoundWave lie to the general public just for the sake of appearances, and he’s stuck dealing with it. He groans when the doors shut again, taking a moment to bask in the nonsense of it all before clicking the button to his studio’s floor.

Outside the building you pace, considering the option of calling Jimin, but then also considering that he hasn’t texted you and is likely angry and sorting through his own thoughts of this mess. You groan, startling a passerby on their walk to wherever. Taking no notice you shake your head, pulling out your phone and ripping the bandaid off,

Y/N, 3:43pm: Can we talk?

You stare at the message thread for a passing minute, then lock the screen. He could be busy doing a thousand other things, there isn’t a reason for him to automatically get back to your message, and he could still be upset-- the screen flashes with a notification, and you immediately unlock,

Jimin, 3:44pm: Yeah, I get off close to nine.

A breath releases from your lips. At least he responded. Another message appears, the contents seizing up the next beat of your heart.

Jimin, 3:44pm: Can I call you right now?

Y/N, 3:45pm: Yeah, of course.

You descend south of the company, heading towards a nearby coffee shop when the call comes in. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Jimin sits in the recording booth, waiting for the producer to meet him there at the start of the next hour. His legs gently push on the floor, swaying the computer chair side to side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” The concern in his voice eases you, as well as the seemingly calm demeanor. Though there is a chance he’s feigning it, you suppose. “I’m so sorry about the thing with Yoongi. I swear nothing happened-”

“I believe you, lovely.” Softly spoken, head nodding even though you couldn’t see him. Jimin bites his lip, bothered that you’ve likely been incredibly worried about what he thought ever since Yerin dropped the words. “You wouldn’t do that to me. I trust you.”

His sincerity is warm, nearly causing the fuzz of emotions in your eyes to trickle because of how much your mind was pressured from the idea that he would misunderstand. You breathe through your lips, cracking the air audibly. Jimin sits upright on his end, concern raising his voice’s volume,

“Baby, are you crying?”

“No.” You’re quick to cover up but the word itself sounds like a tremble. Jimin frowns, rubbing his face,

“I’m sorry, I would’ve texted you but I was worried your phone’s notification would be loud while you were talking to Yerin. I didn’t want it to interrupt and make her angrier.” You rub your eyes feeling no tears and just the annoying heat that seems to release from all of the stress of the past couple of hours. “What did she tell you anyways? You didn’t get in more trouble did you?”

“No, it’s nothing.” Just a speech that put you in your place, but it’s not worth mentioning. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer you over the weekend, Jimin.”

“It’s fine.” Jimin taps his index finger on the armrest, then pausing the motion as you speak up,

“No, it’s not fine. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I wasn’t being fair.” You sigh. He’s quiet at your words, surprised at the conclusion of your actions.

“I was acting like an idiot, Y/N.” He glances to the clock, knowing the producer is usually early. “I’m not mad at you for it, I deserved it. Anyways, I need to go. I just called because I wanted to hear your voice and make sure you were okay.” You smile softly at the admission. “Come to my apartment later and we’ll talk more, alright?”

“Okay,” You nod, glancing to the sign on the coffee shop that stated they are closed for the day. Unusual for a Monday. Yet fitting for the kind of day it is. “I’ll make sure no one notices me going in.”

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Jimin can’t help chuckling at you when he opens his front door. A large zip-up hoodie drapes over you with the hood covering your face, and sunglasses complete your, to your opinion, lowkey look despite sunglasses being useless at night. You’re pouting as you remove the shades, stepping into the apartment.

“I bet the cab driver thought you were having a day.”

“He wouldn’t be wrong.” You shrug, slipping the hood off and dipping your eyes from his. Jimin sighs, head nodding in agreement. “He was telling me I was lucky to get a cab tonight and everyone is close to the city center today, so at least I got a ride if nothing else.” Jimin’s head tilts at your seemingly lack of awareness to the date,

“You know it’s New Year’s Eve don’t you?” His sentence barely completes before you’re looking back at him in shock. When you consider all of the closed establishments and lack of people at work, it makes sense, but you’re in disbelief that you forgot. Jimin smiles in endearment, reaching for your hand, “It’s been a complicated week.”

He leads you to the couch, and still calm. With all of the information he heard from Yerin, you assumed Jimin would act differently. At least be asking fervently for answers. He said on the phone that he trusts you, but despite that you wonder how he’s not appearing to be upset about it. Sitting down beside him, you watch Jimin pull his knee up on the cushion facing you. His hand fiddles with yours, thumb stroking the top.

“What should we do?”

The question isn’t one you anticipated on your way over. The diverse amount of things Jimin could mean with it flutter your mind like gusts in a tree, and the lack of strong emotion in how he spoke make your eyebrows harden in thought. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” His eyes fall to where your hands meet. Jimin squeezes tighter. A pound in his chest. “Don’t you think we should stop this all?”

Muscles tense throughout your body. The concept is so far removed from what you expected. His passive attitude to go along with it drives your head to draw a blank. You thought coming here there could be strong words in an argument of explanations, and apologies for the things Yerin called you both into the office for. Not this. Your hand squeezes around his and Jimin casts his gaze back up. Nervousness is apparent, paired with your head shaking.

Jimin bites his inner lip, trying to remain rational despite the hurt in your eyes, “We,” He hesitates, remembering the first time that he kissed you. “We’re just hurting each other, love.”

“How?” Voice higher, confused. “We’re,” You swallow dryly, “Not even dating, Jimin, why do you sound like you think we should break up.” A tiny, hollow laugh, devoid of humor. You watch helplessly as he nods,

“I know, so before it gets worse than what happened today, we should stop.” Jimin’s voice slows down, like he doesn’t want to complete the sentence. Sadder. You inhale, trying to reason his tactics in your mind,

“Then let’s date.”

“Love-”

“I don’t want to stop.” Jimin bites his lip, frowning at you while feeling the ducts of his eyes well because of your pleas. Your hand shakes in his grip, and he wills himself to stop from hugging you. “Please, I don’t want to stop. I like how we were, I,” You remember saying the opposite to him at the club. He recalls the same thing, smiling joylessly.

“We can’t stand up for each other, baby. I can’t be there for you like you deserve.” Jimin talks about the company, but also in society’s perspective. Yerin made it clear that he can’t be in a relationship publically, and for that reason the relationship between you started. Hidden. Incomplete. Jimin told you at the beginning that you should both stop if you caught feelings for somebody else and you agreed because it was just fun when it started. It wasn’t serious, but it turned into something deeper. You know that and know Jimin knows it too.

“I care about you so much.”

Jimin’s lips part at the simple, yet utterly sincere and loving words. Contrasted by the sadness of the entire situation. His hand clenches around yours. He thinks the same, but with what he knows about himself, he shouldn’t let this continue. The few cool tears dripping from his eyes plead with him as well. To admit to you the feelings that he has, but it’s more complicated.

“Jimin,” He loves hearing his name through your lips. His tear-stained face watches you move, knowing he should stop you. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t and your lips are on his. Jimin’s hand abandons yours for your waist, to keep you from getting too close, but he kisses you back, relishing in your touch against his better judgement.

“Baby.” Jimin’s hand tightens around the side of your waist when you attempt to move closer. Mere inches from your face, his eyes lock with yours, searching for your thoughts.

“Please,” Air hitches in Jimin’s throat while your arms cascade around his neck. Your voice soft. Begging once more, by your lips kissing him sweetly. Like candy. Familiarly. “You don’t want to stop.”

“We should though.” A waver in his tone. Jimin really doesn’t want to stop, let you go, force you from his life.

“Just kiss me.” Believing you can convince him otherwise, your arms gently tug. Coaxing. In a more sensible time, you know this isn’t how to keep him with you. You know that there are problems, and the way Jimin and you are now won’t work. But you love him.

And this isn’t a sensible time.

Your hoodie is left on the couch, stripped off before Jimin lifts you to take you to his bedroom. Your lips attach along his jaw, trailing until you come in contact with the spot that elicits an expected grunt. Your arms tighten around him, holding yourself to him while working at the skin, leaving it sensitive and bruised before he lays you down.

His fingers caress on the area, smirking softly at your quick, thorough work, but his jaw tightens when you waste no time and remove your long sleeve. Inhaling a long breath, Jimin crawls over top of you,pressing your head back into the mattress as he kisses you firmly.

“What if you regret this?” Jimin’s voice blisters against your neck, syllables left in the skin like a trail leading to your collarbone where he pauses, kissing feverishly. He knows you won’t change your mind, more so when you audibly sigh and mix your fingertips into his hair,

“I can’t regret you.” You raise your hips the short distance to rub against Jimin’s, listening to his groan when he feels you against his growing bulge, “I want you, Jimin.”

For more than just the night.

Jimin’s face equals with your own, lost in your eyes until you kiss him again, prompting him to flatten against you more. His hips rub slowly over yours, firmly pressing his hardened erection against your pelvis. You moan against his lips, fueling Jimin’s emotions to win over logic. His hand reaches for the button on your jeans quickly, desiring more contact. He halts when you nudge him upwards, immediately thinking you want to stop until your fingertips are undoing each button on his top. He smirks at your hands, watching you through the sultriness in his irises.

Jimin lets you be the one to push his shirt off his shoulders, then he lets it slip off his arms to lie next to your hips on the bed. Your palm finds his chest, cementing the beat of his heart to memory. He observes quietly, curious of the slowness in your actions. The intimacy of feeling his skin in a calm manner. The moment passes when your hand moves to cup his cheek, guiding him back down to you for a kiss labored in passion, but just as vulnerable as tears.

You grind your hips opposite of his motions, creating a deeper pressure that causes a small piece of profanity to fall from his lips. Jimin’s hand finds your cleavage, squeezing over your bra to make you gasp. The article is removed then in your haste for him to touch you more, earning darkened chuckles from his lips when you lift your back from the bed to unclasp the bra, your chest pressing to his. He admires you, “You’re so precious.”

“Then don’t break up with me.” Labored words escape when you’re back against his sheets. Under his focused stare you slip your arms from the bra straps, but hesitate to remove the cups when Jimin’s chest fills with air from a sharp inhale. Watching so intently, and you swear his eyes gaze lovingly as well. He reaches his hand over yours, guiding it to slide the lingerie from your chest, exposing yourself to him for a countless time. Beautiful.

“It’s better for us,” Jimin has the nerve, the stubbornness to say this in a low voice, despite the fact that the actions currently show he’s trapped in the thing he’s deemed no good. You shake your head, then are halted by the ghosting kiss from his lips, “You mean so much to me, lovely.” A longer ministration follows, filling your thoughts of the familiarity how sweet he’s always tasted. “But we can’t become a couple. I can’t let you deal with how lousy I am.”

“You’re not,” You pepper Jimin’s cheeks, fingers trailing along his back.

“You know how I am in the company.” You don’t speak against that idea, the one you never want to bring up because it felt like an instant argument. One you didn’t think Jimin realized. “And you’re wonderful and talented,” His kisses are short and repetitive against your lips, “And deserve better than all of the crap you’re put through. But I can’t help you with it. And I don’t want to be a reason you hold yourself back.”

Before you’re able to retort at his nonsensical words, Jimin’s hand reaches between your legs palm pressing against your jeans and rubbing friction into your core. Words are lost to a whimper unprepared for the contact as well as the proceeding action his hand takes rubbing roughly, making your hips move into him craving more. Jimin kisses at your neck listening to his name fall from your lips in a needy murmur.

His hand leaves your growing pile of nerves, eliciting a breathy whine that he kisses back into your mouth. Jimin unbuttons your jeans, “Take them off.” The demanding tone is contrastingly soft, leaving your heart beating in anticipation and complying in moments to help him rid the clothing. “God,” He lifts himself upright, knees pressing further into the mattress from his weight, while he looks you over: skin already appearing glistened from need, chest concaving from breaths that leave the mess of lovebites in view on your upper body. “So beautiful.” His head tilts watching the blush on your face grow from his words. “You know that though,” A coy smirk plays at his lips, while he reaches for your thighs, gently sliding you upwards on his bed, so your head comes close to the headboard. “I tell you,” Your mouth releases a moan when his fingers press against your clit through your panties, his lips leaving airy pecks on your thighs, “Every time I can,” His smirks grows when the swipe of his thumb against your wettening heat makes your legs jerk. Trying to close, but he removes the hand to grip them back in place, respreading, “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Profanity slips from your lips in a breathless stutter when he strips you completely, Jimin’s fingers rubbing into your clit like a map memorized. Easily causing your legs to wiggle, moans slipping out when one dips inside. “Jimin,” Needily begging for more as the digit slides in and out, readying you for the second while he continues laying kisses on your chest, decorating it with heat in every spot. “Feels-” You gasp when his thumb works against your clit, the sensation mixing with his fingers pumping inside of you making your hands grip his shoulder.

Nails graze the skin as Jimin’s fingers push all the way, he grunts from the force of your hand, but leaves a kiss to your jaw, “Don’t come,” Another ministration on your lips as you whimper, already knowing you were leaving his fingers wet along with his sheets from how he was expertly edging you along, “Not yet, lovely, wait for my mouth to take you over.”

Every piece of will to listen nearly disperts from just the tone of Jimin’s voice: slow, confident. You’re so willing to be pushed over that you’re unable to stop your hips bucking into his mouth when his tongue graces the entrance of your throbbing cunt. He chuckles against you, the vibrations themselves feel good, and your face heats from your own eagerness, but you’re more focused on giving him the satisfaction he wants, “Jimin, you’re so-” You gasp as his tongue dips deeper, moaning your next words, “Good, fuck; please, I want to come.”

“Let me taste you, baby,” Jimin’s hands hold your hips as you writhe from the pleasuring sensations. He groans low when your hand leaves the bed to tangle in his hair as your orgasm coaxes through. You tremble releasing yourself with long moans, hazy while Jimin’s lips lap up your arousal, muttering praise into your core. Your head lies against his mattress, chest taking full inhales, as Jimin sits upright. His tongue drags along the remainders of you on his lips, while his eyes take in your fucked body. He crawls overtop of you, kissing you and staining your tongue with your own taste.

“I want you inside me,” You cup Jimin’s face as you murmur the words. His eyes are lidden with desire at your statement, sharply inhaling when you go on, “Fuck me, baby, please I want to make you cum in me.” Jimin kisses you, moaning to your lips as your hand rubs his shaft through tight jeans. “It’s not even fair for you to still have these on,” He chuckles, and you can’t help the tiny smirk on your lips.

“You want to come again, baby; so needy for me.” Jimin kisses your nose, his pelvis moving into the motions of your hand. His inhales grows slightly labored when you give a squeeze to his hardened bulge before you’re unbuttoning his jeans. They’re removed in moments, Jimin’s own efforts to pull of his boxers, exposing his dick, erect and sensitive enough to cause his breaths to shake when he palms himself, “You’re sure about no condom?”

“You know I’m covered there,” You say staring at his length, swallowing in anticipation for the feeling of Jimin inside of you. He notices your sultry gaze and leans back towards you, kissing you tenderly.

The emotion takes you back for a second, feeling somewhere between melancholic and warm, you’re brought back to his conviction that this would be the last time Jimin intends to be intimate with you. When his lips leave yours, your eyes are focused on Jimin’s. There’s so much you want to ask him, but when he’s as convinced as he is, what good would it do. You’re the only one with feelings surpassing love, or else he wouldn’t do this.

Jimin kisses you again, using the remnants of your previous orgasm to lubricate his length, before he’s aligning himself with your entrance and easing himself in. Your chest raises from a breath, listening to Jimin’s moans against your lips as he tops out into you, “You’re so good around me, baby. Fuck,” He grunts when your hips buck to his. You moan as his grinding begins slow in full movements to get your walls acclimated to his dick, though you’re already well stimulated.

“Fuck,” You gasp as his pace suddenly changes, Jimin pulling out only to pound back in and make you moan his name loudly. He kisses your lips before moving back to your cheek, jaw, and neck, every inch he could while he pumps into you over and over, every audible sound from you encouraging his actions. “Jimin, Jimin,” You beg using his name, feeling his hand find yours, fingers meshing as your voice grows higher from an oncoming wave wanting to burst through. “I’m close- shit--”

“God, you feel so good; your pussy takes me so well, baby,” Jimin kisses your lip hungrily, “Come for me, lovely; I’m going to,” Your hand squeezes him as the orgasm washes over you, listening to Jimin’s moaning as his seed fills you, “Fucking,” You come undone with him, the ride going through your core and releasing around Jimin’s dick as you moan loudly, senselessly, not caring if anyone could possibly hear.

Labored breathing flows into the silence of his room. Your free hand guides Jimin’s face to yours for a sweet kiss that he lets linger into a honeylike warmth. Pulling out, Jimin then lets himself fall into the bed beside you, hand still holding yours with a seeming refusal to let go. He watches quietly while you look at his ceiling aimlessly, breathing still full as your bodies calm down. “You still want us to stop.” A statement with the tone of a question.

“Yeah,” He bites his lip as you turn on your side to face him. He feels your hand grip his with a tiny tremble, and your eyes alone make his heart nearly shatter. You try your best to force the tiniest of smiles, but Jimin gently shakes his head, “Don’t pretend for my sake, sweetie.”

“It hurts.” You whisper to let out the emotions that want to escape as tears. Jimin frowns, pulling you towards him and embracing you so you could hide your face against his chest. “Are you sure this isn’t because of the thing with Yoongi?” You ask in a trembling voice while tears build in your eyes that you try to blink back.

“It’s not.” Jimin kisses the top of your head, his hands rubbing soothingly along your back, “It’s really not, baby.” He pauses, knowing there his reasoning isn’t completely selfish as he goes on, his voice sad and his reflecting that, “We just really can’t be there for each other like we’d need to be in a relationship, lovely. We’ll just hurt each other, more than we have been lately.”

You exhale a choppy breath, trying to even out your emotions for the sake of the last night with Jimin not being only tears.

You both flinch as the night sky outside flashes, with a medley of booming sounds murmuring out in the air. Jimin’s grasp on you strengthens, contemplative of what was going on as you shift to get sight of the window, covered except for the gap between the curtains.

“It must be midnight.” Your voice is hollow and you remove yourself from his warmth to crawl off the bed. Jimin’s eyes follow you inquisitive, a pit of worry brewing that you intend to leave until your hand pushes back one of the curtains, leaving the sheer set behind it out in the open. The colorful fireworks continue in happy, vibrant colors, spilling remnants of their energy as a reflection on your skin. Jimin stares in awe, silent as you turn back to face him, picturesque and ethereal in the celebratory lights. A contradiction to the events of his apartment.

A veil in the thin curtains acts as a separator between you both in the dimness of his room and the continuation of the world outside.

You walk back towards Jimin, crawling to his open arms on the bed as he greets your return with a kiss. You take it and any following in case they’re the last, settling into Jimin’s bed with him as the blankets cover your cuddling frames. It’s a long time of contentment in each other’s arms, while you both ignore that day means an end; trying to let the fireworks and their beauty be enough of a distraction between longing kisses.

Inevitably you fall asleep first, breaths soothing in sound and sight as Jimin admires the grace of your figure in his arms. He strokes your hair like you still needed to be lulled to slumber. He thinks what it would be like if he was on your side from the first instance of you bringing up that you wanted to be credited for your work, or if he hadn’t kept quiet about his opposite, selfish opinion this long and forwards.

Your sleeping body shifts, arms tightening around his waist. Jimin can’t help the little smile, wishing he had the same outlook as you just so it wouldn’t be the last night of you being practically his. Jimin’s lips find your peaceful forehead in a warm kiss, saying a whisper that he doubts he’ll ever get to say again, “I love you.”

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just-give-me-half-a-cup · 4 years ago

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Bouquet

Inspired by the song Bouquet by Ethan Jewell, would reccomend listening to it.

Haven't really proofread it, so if there are mistakes, let me know and I'll fix it. We die like men baby.

I also only write after 11:30pm, so god help my brain.

Heavy eating disorder tw, as that is the main plot, please take care with reading it if that effects you.

All based on my own experience with eating disorders.

Enjoy

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now.

In which Race is being a little too self sacrificing, and Jack and Spot stop him from pushing it too far

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If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. He couldn't help but look after everyone around him.

Whether it was skipping a meal so one of the younger kids had enough - he wasn't the only who did that after all - or giving his coat up on a cold morning, Race was happy to do it so the kids would be okay.

He and Jack were very similar, only Race was a little more self sacrificing.

Sure he often went to bed with an empty stomach, desperate for food, or returned home with blue lips and shaking hands, but what did that matter.

Race was the first one up that morning. Outside with a lit cigar at least twenty minutes before the morning bell went off. His mind was fuzzy, thanks to the lack of food and sleep.

His mind was too fuzzy to remember how long it had been since he'd last eaten, but he did know he hadn't slept in the same amount of time.

It was going to be a long day. That's what Race decided, as the boys of the lodgings began to wake.

A happy buzz filled the air, and Race couldn't help but smile. It made everything worth it when he saw everyone so happy.

"Mornin' Racer." Jack's voice came from behind him.

Race turned to face the elder, willing his hands to stop shaking as he dared to remove the cigar from his mouth.

Jack often said he was too dependent on the cigars, and quite frankly, Race agreed. He needed them to stop his mind from going too fast. Racing if you would. Even when they weren't lit, just having something there calmed his mind, and grounded him.

"Mornin' Jackie," Race smiled weakly. He looked like utter crap, and he knew it. He'd looked at himself this morning and could he looked a breath away from keeling over.

"Youse is up early, couldn't ya sleep?" Jack asked, leaning himself against the wall of the lodgings as he stifled a yawn.

None of them really slept enough. Not even the littles, who they forced into bed at eight o'clock.

"Woke early, wanted a little peace 'fore these lot got up," Race explained lamely, taking another long drag from the cigar. The fuzz of his brain was beginning to fade, giving him more chance of being good for selling.

Jack nodded, "m'kay Racer, D'you wanna come sellin' wif me t'day?" He was fidgeting with his hands, something Jack always did when he was worried.

And right now Jack was more worried than ever. Race didn't look well, and Jack hated that he'd let that happen.

"Nah, I'm good sellin' in Brooklyn, I said I's would go an' see Spot today, ain't seen 'im in a while," Race mumbled he eyelids trying to close. He was dead tired. But catching sight of Romeo and Elmer coming downstairs, he forced them open, he had to be okay for them.

"Okay, I guess I's will havta force ya to spend time wif me later then," Jack smiled, ruffling Romeo's hair as the kid walked out the door.

There was a muffled complaint from the kid, followed with a cheeky grin as he ran off round the corner.

Race was pleased to see the kid full of energy. Romeo was his little brother after all, and they were all too similar. Having seen Romeo so sick a couple days ago, it made Race smile that little bit more.

"Youse never havta force me to be with ya Jackie, I's will sell wif youse t'morrow if ya want."

Jack walked forwards and wrapped his arms round Race. "Only if youse wants to Racer," he said, patting the younger lightly on the back. He could feel the younger shaking, and that did nothing but add to his worry.

"Course I's does."

When breakfast came, Race couldn't stop his stomach from rumbling. He wasn't going to eat though. The thought of food just made him feel sick, which would make it a waste. It was no good wasting it on him when one of the kids could get a little extra into them.

This morning, his breakfast went to Buttons, who had woken up with a cough the day before.

"Eat up kid," Race said, handing him a biscuit, "we's can't have ya bein' all sick."

He tried to ignore his shaking hands, or the beating of his heart as he sipped at his coffee.

"Thanks Racer, I's was really hungry this mornin'," Buttons said, beaming up at Race. He took a bite, then let out a little cough, the cold that was currently working its way around the lodgings, finding its next victim.

This made the empty pit that was Race's stomach fill with joy. Which was better than food really. Watching the people he cared about smile, made all his pain worth it.

A few seconds later, Albert walked over, holding a biscuit out for Race.

"I got two, guessed you'd give yours away again," Albert said, fear filling his eyes.

The two of them were basically twins. They were as close as two people could be, as thick as thieves, always looking out for one another.

Albert had noticed a while ago the Race wasn't eating properly. Before Jack had done, which really wasn't a surprise. He just didn't know how to say anything. Albert didn't want to upset his best friend, he didn't want to cause an argument, he just wanted Race to be okay.

"I's 'kay thanks Albie, coffee's good this mornin'," Race said quickly, taking a large gulp of the pretty awful tasting coffee. They'd all grown used to that taste, since it was something that kept them going.

"Well I's ain't gonna eat two," Albery frowned, keeping his arm extended. Jack often told him he was stubborn, but he knew Race was worse.

"Give it ta one a the twins, they's normally sharin' one," Race suggested, taking his last mouthful of coffee before giving the cup back to the nuns.

Albert sighed, he'd talk to Jack, see if their leader could get a better result.

While walking over the Brooklyn bridge, Race couldn't deny he felt dizzy. He'd only managed half the sales he'd usually have got by this point in his journey. A result of being quite so delirious.

He'd make up for it once he reached sheepshead. Race always had been a good seller, it was just a bit easier when he could actually read the headline.

After a few failed attempts, with his voice deciding to slur, Race sat down, desperate for the fuzz in his brain to leave him alone.

He wasn't quite sure how long he was sat there, head in his hands, but when he looked up again, Jack was stood in front of him.

"Is youse followin' me or somefin'." His tone was aggressive, Race was annoyed. He didn't try standing, he knew he couldn't, so Race just glared at Jack waiting for the elder to say something.

Jack shook his head, "we's is meetin' someone, is youse okay ta stand?" he asked, taking Race's papers and adding them to his own pile.

With what was entirely stubbornness and stupidity, Race forced himself onto his feet, and pretended he wasn't now clinging to Jack like his life depended on it.

"You're an idiot Racer," Jack said softly, taking the majority of the younger's weight as they walked the rest of the way over the bridge.

Race let out a small grunt in response, he didn't feel with it enough to find words.

They reached a small alley in Brooklyn, and Jack stopped, still holding Race up.

Catch," came a voice from the other end of the street.

Race saw the object flying towards him, but his brain was nowhere near fast enough to catch it. He was just waiting for it to hit his head.

Jack - using only instinct, the first catch of his life - caught the object, which was a small apple, and handed it to Race.

"Whachu tryna do Conlon, knock 'im out?" Jack asked, smiling at the Brooklyn leader.

Spot let out a small laugh, "mornin' Racer, thought we's was meetin' later."

At that, Race simply hummed. He didn't have the energy to do anything else. Black spots were swarming his vision, and Race didn't think he would be able to stay awake much longer.

"Race," Jack's voice came from beside him, but it felt a million miles away.

Everything was going quiet. Even the usual noise of the city felt distant, almost like Race was in a bubble.

The back dots grew bigger, till they filled his vision and Race collapsed out of Jack's hold, slipping into an endless darkness.

When Race opened his eyes again, both Spot and Jack were close to him. He quickly realised he was in the Brooklyn lodgings, having spent many a night there.

Race didn't try to move, he knew he was too weak to manage that, since he'd pushed it too far this time.

"Mornin' idiot," Jack said, trying to look grumpy at Race. This wasn't successful, as the fear and worry was far too obvious.

"'Ow long was I out?" Race asked, voice slurring slightly.

"Three hours, ya really are an idiot Racer. Why's ain't youse eatin' or sleepin'?" Spot said, standing further away, but looking just as concerned. He folded his arms, leaning against the wall as he waited for Race to reply.

"The sleepin' ain't my fault. Nightmares 'ave been keepin' me up. I's can't help it sometimes," Race shrugged, curling in on himself.

Jack sat himself beside Race, brushing the messy blond curls out of the youngers face, "tha's when ya come an' wake me."

"Jack, youse has the little ones waking ya like three times a night-" Race was cut off.

"I don' care Racer, ya can't go three days without sleepin' it ain't okay."

Race gave Jack a little nod. He wanted to pretend everything was okay, and that he was fine. But he wasn't. He was so far from alright.

"We's gon' have lunch together Race, there's no gettin' out of it," Spot said in a quiet voice, only half clenching his fists.

"I," Race said, unable to find words for the first time in his life. He looked up at Jack in fear, incapable of describing the terror he was experiencing.

"Ya gotta eat every day Racer, I knows youse never has breakfast, an' youse always disappearin' at dinner. We's worried about ya," Jack said softly, his hands shuffling anxiously.

"Youse won't make me have other meals?"

"Not if it's too much," Jack half smiled.

"M'kay Spottie, I's will have lunch wif youse," Race said, looking over at Spot as he took in a deep breath.

Spot nodded in response. He wanted to be close to Race, but he didn't want to get too close with Jack around. So many people knew about their relationship, but it was different being affectionate in front of people.

"We's got some soup, can ya eat for us Racer?"

"If ya help me up Jackie," Race responded, his stomach letting out a loud rumble. His hands were shaking, and he was still afraid of eating, but he was with two of his favourite people, so things had to be okay.

Jack slowly brought Race into a sitting position, getting him to rest his head against the wall in case he got dizzy again. "I's gonna leave ya here with Conlon, an' he's gon' look after ya till youse don't look half dead anymore. Is youse okay wif tha'?"

Race nodded his head slightly, "'m sure Spottie will take great care of me," he smirked, "you get out sellin' make sure the kids are alright."

"I'll see ya soon Racer," Jack said, shaking his head fondly. He quickly ruffled the kid's hair, before grabbing all three stacks of papers, and skipping out of the Brooklyn lodgings.

When Jack was out of sight, Spot unfolded his arms and settled himself beside Race.

"I-" Race tried but Spot instantly cut him off.

"No, you gotta stop this shit Race. Stop bein' so bloddy self sacrificin'. Winter's comin' soon, an' I can't lose you," Spot said, his usually aggressive facial expression settling into one of pure care and concern.

"I love you Spottie, I's don' wanna leave youse, I promise."

"I love you too Racer."

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. Luckily, he had some amazing people around him to make sure he always had at least one flower remaining, to keep him going.

He was going to be okay, he knew that now. All Race had to do, was keep hold of that flower.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x Reader Chapter 1 A/n- It was so hard to find a song/lyric that suit this chapter and barely strung it together with this one.

Chapter 2- Expeditor

“I wonder if I’ll ever see you again, And if that day comes, I know we could win, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again.” -Lenny Kravitz, Again.

From the minute Y/n stumbled into her ritzy apartment in Malibu, struggling to drag Julie inside, she realized that after all the fun little banter with Keanu; they hadn’t even exchanged contact information. “Fuck,” she breathed, tossing her keys to the varnished end table near the front door.

“What?” Julie slurred, her arms flailing for an unknown reason, almost falling forward, “And this is your apartment, not mine!” She pouted.

“I know,” Y/n gently eased her onto the plush beige sofa, kneeling to remove Julie’s white pumps, casually tossing them to the side. Next, she made short work of removing Julie’s coat, draping it on an arm of the sofa, “But I’m not gonna leave you alone there when you’re like this.”

“So we’re gonna have a sleep over?” Julie slurred, struggling to brush a couple loose, messy strands of dirty-blonde hair out of her face, “Just like old times.”

Y/n sighed, laughing quietly; Julie was always the fun, chatty, reckless drunk; the life of the party and ready to let out her inner child, “I slept over at your place last week,” Y/n reminded her, hoping she didn’t sound annoyed. It wasn’t rare for the two to spend nights at the other’s places, considering the only difference was an elevator ride.

“Right,” she nodded clumsily, slouching into the couch, taking a deep breath before her composure relaxed and she said, “Thank you for taking care of me Y/n/n, you’re like...”

By then, Y/n had already discarded her own strappy heels and had wandered off to the nearby kitchen, getting Julie a glass of water, “I’m like?” Y/n asked and when Julie didn’t finish her sentence; “Jules?” She called again, returning to the living room, her shoulders slumping when she found that Julie had fallen asleep, still half sitting, head bent into her chest uncomfortably.

With a quiet chuckle and a faint smile, Y/n proceeded to lift Julie’s legs onto the sofa, readjusting her friend until she was in a more appropriate sleeping position. Afterwards, Y/n retrieved a blanket from the near by linen closet, gently draping it over Julie’s petite form, “’Night hun,” she spoke softly, pressing a feather light kiss to her temple.

The next morning, Y/n shifted against her Egyptian cotton sheets, and as she sat up, her thick, black and white, floral print duvet slid from her upper body. Her drinks from the night before had only left her with the slightest headache, nothing that couldn’t been remedied before noon.

For a minute, she sat in bed, stretching out her arms, pleased that she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the morning regretting anything from the night before, face down in bed. Her initial mood was even added to when she remembered that she had a date on the coming Friday......until she realized that it probably wasn’t going to happen. With a frown and an annoyed huff; kicking off the comforter, Y/n swung her legs, shoving her feet into a pair of comfy slippers; a mild lavender pair with soft fuzz on the top that matched her silk robe. Slowly, she went through the motions of her morning routine; freshening up before heading to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

In the living room, Julie still snored, blissfully unaware of the hangover that awaited her. When Y/n was satisfied with her condition- not covered in puke and still breathing; she went about with cooking, well, putting things into the toaster as quietly as possible. Y/n buzzed around the kitchen, preparing the coffee and then digging frozen waffles out of the freezer, getting a few out of the box. Everything was going as smoothly and as quietly as planned....until the toaster dinged and a groan pained escaped the mass of sheets of her sofa.

After a couple minutes, Julie sat up, still holding the blanket over her head, as if it were a wide brimmed sun hat and not a thick sheet, “Can you be any louder?” She groaned with a despondent pout.

“I can,” Y/n giggled, pouring herself a cup of coffee, “Coffee?”

“More like kill me,” Julie mumbled, stumbling off of the chair, heading towards the bathroom, “The Aspirin better be in it’s usual place,” she continued, as she staggered down the hall.

A while later, she reemerged, looking a little refreshed; her face ridded of smudged make up and smelling less of stale alcohol, “Gimme,” Julie made grabbing motions at the cup of coffee that Y/n had poured her, “Thanks babe,” she smiled, plopping onto the bar stool, snatching a toaster waffle off the plate at the center of the granite counter.

Y/n stood on the other side, returning to her former task; using her fork to swirl bits of waffle around in a little pool of syrup, not really interested eating, “Yeah, no problem,” she smiled, and Julie could tell it was fake; over twenty years of friendship could do that.

Julie sighed, putting her cup down, “Are you mad at me? About last night? God, I must have embarrassed you,” she cringed, “Y/n, I’m so-”

“It’s not you, promise,” Y/n cut of her rambling, “I’m not mad, that’s what sisters are for right?” She winked, trying to smile again.

“Then what’s wrong. And don’t tell me its nothing because that won’t work on me,” when Y/n didn’t respond, Julie persisted, “Please?”

“Ugh,” Y/n groaned, not wanting to talk about it. She felt like a kid for even being upset about it; she and Keanu had spoken for just about half hour, even if he did realize that they hadn’t exchanged contacts, surely he might have already brushed the matter off, “Keanu asked me out.”

“Like on a date?” Julie’s eyes brightened and she sat up a little straighter. The pills seemed to be kicking in already and Julie all but jumped off the stool, reaching over the counter to lightly slap Y/n’s arm, “That great! I knew he’d like you,” though her face quickly fell, “Wait, why’s that bad? Oh god, you don’t like him back, do you?”

“I do,” Y/n reassured her, “He seems great, but, we just.......he doesn’t have my number, I don’t have his. We couldn’t even write each other if we wanted to. He’s probably already forgotten about it anyway, I don't even know why I’m pouting over it.”

“You don’t have his number? That’s the issue?” Julie asked incredulously, “You do realize that this is the twenty-first century and that his address is on the internet, right?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, going to dump the contents of her plate into the trash before washing it, “I’m not going to just show up at his house, I’m not a stalker.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Julie countered, easing off her seat, padding barefoot back into the living room, rummaging through her coat until she produced her phone, “You’d be using technically public information,” she continued, joking around as her fingers danced along the brightened screen.

“There’s a difference between public information and private information that's been leaked by assholes on the internet. Besides, I don’t see you showing up at Leonardo DiCaprio's house and I heard they’re neighbors,” Y/n teased back.

“Yeah, well, I already have a DUI, I don’t wanna add stalking to my criminal record,” Julie, paused dramatically, giving the phone’s face one final tap, “And done!”

“What did you just do?” Y/n traded, suspicion evident in her tone.

Julie shrugged, reclaiming her seat, going back to her syrup-less waffle and cooling coffee, “Just a thing, you can thank me later.”

In his efforts to play it suave and confident, Keanu had completely forgotten to ask for Y/n’s number, which meant that he had a date with a seemingly great girl, but no way to contact her. He could have just asked Julie, he thought, or maybe even, dare he say, scourer the net for something helpful, but Keanu had quickly dismissed the ideas, deciding that they both might come off as weird and desperate.

It was a little disappointing, especially because from the moment Y/n had agreed to go out with him, Keanu had started looking forward to the coming Friday. He had already started thinking of places and everything. Y/n had come off as funny and smart, and admittedly, she was extremely beautiful.

Huffing, he sank further into the back of his sofa, taking a long sip of his scalding hot coffee, his other hand feeling around next to him for the television remote; the news was hardly the jaw dropping entertainment that would take his mind off things. Though, the second he reached for the remote, a couple inches next to it, his phone lit up; vibrating with a couple texts from Julie.

Curiously, he grabbed the device up, swiping it unlocked, a smile spreading onto his face as he read; “Hey, morning. My gal pal just mentioned that you two dorks didn’t exchange numbers (rookie mistake if you ask me), anyway, I’ll send it your way.” The text that followed was, as promised one that linked Y/n’s number, labeled in true ‘Julie style’ as “ma woman”.

Keanu smirked at the screen, wasting no time in adding the number to his phone, under a more fitting, less possessive name. And then, with shaking fingers, he set his coffee on the short, glass table in front of his couch and got to work on conjuring up a text to Y/n.

“Hey.” “Got your number form Jules, hope that isn’t too weird.” “It’s weird isn’t it?” “This is Keanu by the way.” And finally, because four in a row in the span of about two minutes wasn’t weird enough, Keanu sent a fifth; “Reeves. Keanu Reeves. From the party last night.”

Julie had taken the elevator down about an hour after breakfast and Y/n had taken a shower, changing into a pair of comfortable shorts and a tank top; thinking of walking down to the beach for a while. As she mulled over it, Y/n strategically pinned some of her short hair out of her face with a couple bobby pins when on her bed, her phone buzzed, the sound muffled by the mattress.

It was a series of texts from an unknown number and Y/n groaned, annoyed. Of all things; spam. Though, when she opened the messages, Y/n was pleasantly surprised, finding that they were actually from Keanu. Of course Julie wouldn’t let it go.

Anxiously, she tapped up a response, “Hi. No worries, it’s not weird. I’m glad she gave it to you.”

His response was almost instantaneous, “Great! I had a lot of fun talking with you last night. Looking forward to Friday.”

“I did too,” she began, opting to add, “And so am I, heading to the beach for a run, but maybe we can talk later?”

Y/n held her breath for his response, something in her brain telling her that it was a risky response. Did it come of as pushy? Would he think that she was brushing him off? Would he not want to ‘talk later’? Needless to say, college dating had ruined her.

Thankfully, his reply didn’t indicate that her worries had been confirmed, “Sounds great, have fun!”

Bless him for not being a millennial.

Satisfied, Y/n got into her running shoes, grabbing her headphones off her nightstand and set off for her run, beaming because, her date, had in fact, been saved.

******

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serendipityunho · 5 years ago

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𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨

↳ 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

you were feeling insecure about yourself lately, especially at the fact that you realized you were hairier than most girls. but that didn’t change the way your boyfriend saw you.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠:

hongjoong didn’t know what you were feeling insecure about at first

but when you told him that you didn’t feel as “hairless” as “regular” girls, hongjoong frowned

“there’s no such thing as regular girls, everyone has hair. i have hair, yunho is about to have no hair. baby, there’s nothing to be insecure about”

hongjoong comforted you, holding you in his arms as the two of you stay cuddled on the couch.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚:

you were staring at yourself in the mirror, unable to find any reason to feel confident

seonghwa, on the other hand, believes he’s staring at the most beautiful person in the world

when he saw the saddened look on your face, he was eager to brighten it up again

when you told him how insecure you felt about being a little hairy he frowned instantly, mentally beating himself for letting you feel this way

“there’s nothing wrong with a lot of fuzz on your body. it honestly reminds me of a peach, you’re cute, sweet and juicy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, being compared to a peach was something you did not expect from seonghwa.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨:

yunho didn’t know why you kept pulling your arms away from him

the two of you were cuddling when he suddenly slowly running his hand up and down your arm.

immediately, you felt insecure, considering the fact that your arms accompanied slightly more fuzz than most girls.

“beauty is more than just looks, it’s you and what you come with. if I want to love it, I need to love the whole package, not just one part of you”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠:

your head rests on yeosang’s chest, rising and falling as he slept quietly. you couldn’t help but admire his hairless arms, they were so smooth and clean.

a small tear slips from the corner of your eye, dampening a spot on yeosang’s shirt.

your small sobs soon become sniffles that yeosang would surely wake up to if you didn’t stop.

you felt insecure next to yeosang, he was perfect in every way shape and form as you think to yourself, how did he end up falling for someone who’s not as perfect as him.

your insecurities got the best of you, stirring yeosang awake as he woke to your soft sniffles.

“it’s going to take a lot more than body hair for me to stop loving you”

𝐒𝐚𝐧:

it was too hot to wear long-sleeve shirts like usual, you just couldn’t put yourself through that suffering under the hot summer

you didn’t want san seeing you like this, you feared that he would feel disgusted towards you

san, on the other hand, didn’t see any problem with you, other than the fact that you kept covering yourself.

when you finally told him how insecure you felt about yourself, san instantly became disappointed in himself, thinking he hasn’t given you all the compliments you deserve.

“take another look in the mirror and tell me you’re beautiful because i can’t be the only one saying it. if it makes you feel any better i actually secretly shave my legs so ...”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢:

you stare at the small pamphlet, “laser hair removal”, of course you’ve had plenty of undecided thoughts about this.

but mingi couldn’t help but feel disappointed, you spend all this time making him feel special yet he couldn’t do the same to the point where you want to go out of the way to make yourself perfect in your own eyes

mingi wouldn’t feel disappointed as he was upset, knowing you didn’t feel pretty.

“we all have our own insecurities, i don’t expect you to feel absolutely perfect either, no one is perfect. not me, not hongjoong, not even your mom. having body hair isn’t a first world problem, running out of attention is”

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠:

wooyoung felt upset that you couldn’t see yourself through his eyes.

you were constantly pointing out the possible reasons of how your excess body hair would make him lose interest in you, eventually coming across the term ‘monkey’.

wooyoung felt like he was on the debating club or something, continuously disagreeing with your opinions of yourself.

“if you call yourself a monkey one more time, i’m seriously going to have to drag you to the zoo and show you that you are not as hairy as them.”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨:

shocked, absolutely flabbergasted

he could not believe you had the audacity to feel this way despite all the compliments he’s drowned you in each day.

he did not care about the fact that you had a little extra hair on your body compared to other girls, he was upset that you brought it up though.

never did he think you thought it would be an issue for him so it made him quite sad that you thought looks mattered

“have you seen the birds nest on my head every morning? sure it can get annoying but sometimes we just need to deal with it. not everyone will love you for the way you are but I know I do and you should know that too.”

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tarithenurse · 5 years ago

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Agent of Hope - 21

Your world falls into ruin together with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcements Logistics Division when you find out that your boyfriend isn’t one of the good guys. Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents: Probably some errors due to lack of concentration when proof reading...both times. Boring office, pain and puking, fluff, hurt/comfort, comfort that is actually very intimate, smut…yeah, I mean smut. A/N: Not only have I finished yet another chapter here, but I’ve also completed two for a new series AND I’m apparently a home owner now! Now I just need to save my job after my performance has taken a toll during the home-process. Thanks for bearing with me! Thanks even more for liking and reblogging!!

21 - Living a dream

Somehow the buzzing from the old fashioned fixtures overhead hits a frequency more annoying than a mosquito at night and the light glares off of any shiny surface, causing you to squint in this world of greys. It’s hard to keep track of the maps and pictures agent Ross is showing you, but you do recognize some of the scenes from your nightmarish memories. Through an increasing blanket of fuzz, he shows you photos from the interior of a ship. It felt bigger, but in reality it’s nothing more than a smallish trawler.

You want to ask how they found it, but the words are warbled, coming from far away. The warmth of Natasha’s hair sweeps into view, blocking some of that awfully bright light before you taste the sour discharge in the back of your throat. Fuck.

Not a sound is heard, but you know the man would have a deep voice, a foreign language that would make you think of heat and traditions from before the alphabet you know. He looks kind, the stocky man, as he stands before an audience. Sweeping rows of tables makes you think of a lecture hall, but that doesn’t fit with the glass façade behind him. Glass that suddenly shatters, pushed into the room by a torrent of fire. You see it in slow motion, how a younger man leaps out of nowhere to push the speaker away as finally there’s a voice proclaiming the king is dead.

… Romanoff …

Holding [Y/N] up so she won’t choke in the vomit, Natasha doesn’t bother explaining to Ross what’s happening until she hears the first groan (which could resemble the word “fuck”) is preceded by a flutter of lashes. It’s over.

“Might want to get rid of this,” the former spy remarks, pushing the waste bin across the table to the CIA agent.

Surprisingly, he just accepts, making sure to return with a relatively unused one and even extra plastic bags. “Anything else I can get? Want me to call a doctor?”

If only that would help. “I’ve got something for the pain so I can get her back…learned to be prepared.”

“This happens often?” Shock makes the already pasty face paler.

“Every time she sees something.” Soft hands run circles on [Y/N]’s back, nursing the poor woman as she’s curled together, head cradled between shaking hands. “Imagine getting your skull hit by lightning…overloading every single neuron until the whole thing is overcharged and ready to burst only it can’t explode it can just keep hurting her.”

It’s obvious how Ross’ entire idea of how premonitions work is being re-evaluated and adjusted to allow for what he’s just witnessed. Not as romantic as books or movies claim, huh?

Natasha sits patiently, answering the confused agents many questions (though, to be fair, he actually finds the answer to a lot on his own), while nursing [Y/N] back into a shape where she can drink some water to swallow some of Dr. Cho’s pills and eventually stand on her legs. Wobbly, sure, but well enough to make it down to the car.

…

“How you feeling, babe?” She looks better. There are bags under [Y/N]’s eyes, but at least the ashen shade that had covered her face is gone. “Dare to get some food in you?”

There’s a brief moment where the option is considered before dismissed. “Thanks though…” Then she resumes the scribbling in the notebook Happy has given her, sometimes absentmindedly stroking the sequins or highlighting something – this time in an electric purple shade which she adds to something else after leafing backwards. “Has…has there been aaa…a bombing with a king or something?”

It’s a quick search for the combined forces of Natasha and Jarvis, both coming up with nothing relevant despite the pressure of a growing frown on [Y/N]’s face. The red-head recognizes the thinning line of her girlfriend’s lips and knows an intervention is needed if ever the woman is going to get some rest, but she has also seen firsthand how important it is to work through the vision as soon as possible or it will keep interfering with everything else.

Carefully lowering herself onto the bed behind the pained woman, she runs slender fingers across [Y/N]’s scalp, eliciting a sigh. “What else can I do to help?”

“Thaaaat,” a breathy moan divulges, sending chills up and down Nat’s spine, “it feels sooo good, hon.”

Nails cart gently through messy-looking hair, fingertips circling the temples and adding pressure at the nape of the skull. Back and forth while the woman between the hands start to relax into the touch. Then the slender fingers find the shoulders, kneading gently but deeply into the tangled mess of tense muscles in the vain hope that some release can be found and might help ease the pounding headache Natasha knows is reigning.

It must be working because [Y/N] sighs deeply, a content smile growing on the lips as she arches her back in relief, free breasts stretching the front of the lose t-shirt that replaced most of the ensnaring and sweat-soaked clothes the moment they got home. It’s so simple, so natural to slide a hand along the clavicles and trace the neckline of the shirt with a fingertip while the other traces a path back into the mane that smells so perfectly, and Nat can’t resist the urge to plant a feathery kiss on the top of the ear.

Did you see this too, sweetheart? See me fall in love with you? It doesn’t matter if [Y/N] knew, though, because it won’t change how right it is. It has brought a new worry into Natasha’s life, but it’s a price she’ll gladly pay over and over again as long as she gets to listen to this woman’s heartbeat, taste her kisses in the grey morning hours, know that the trust they share can’t be broken. Not by anything.

[Y/N] twists in the Avenger’s grasp, subtly moving the southern hand to rest on a boob under which a rapid beat is drumming. Led by her own hair, Nat is guided until mouths meet. There is still a tender lightness to it but also an urge, a hunger that demands more and wouldn’t it be wonderful to give in? To gorge in the sweetness without fear of causing damage?

“It’s okay, Tasha.” Hot breath carries a scent of toothpaste. “I want it. Please?”

Anything for you. A searing kiss is the only answer Natasha can muster at first. Then, without breaking contact, she pulls [Y/N] onto her lap like a goddess placed on a pedestal to be worshipped. A stray thought tries to ruin the fun by pointing out how lovely it would’ve been to slowly remove any trousers, but it’s a notion that’s squashed the moment soft thighs settle around Nat’s in a strong hold.

The first buttons of the red-head’s blouse are worked on uncontested while the remainder pop from the brute force of [Y/N] pulling at the fabric, finally allowing colder hands to roam over pale skin, finding and caressing a few old scars and toying with the fine lace.

It’s a slow maelstrom of desire that spins and pulls the women. Natasha isn’t sure when the t-shirt is discarded, she just knows how perfect the hard nipple feels against her tongue and lips and that the weight of each breast is the loveliest burden to hold and massage until [Y/N] rocks against the jeans.

It can be seconds later or minutes when the former spy pulls out the sweetest sounds by stroking the silken folds, already slippery with need. Each pass over the clit has the woman on top moaning, trying to stifle the sound against Tasha’s skin which is puckered after kisses and teasing bites. It’s not enough to silence the quaking groan when the adept fingers brings the roaring sensations to a blissful peak and [Y/N]’s body shudders and stiffens, core clenching around a few fingers that had reach inside and found the right spot.

… Reader …

Inside you are heavenly chorus is singing the praises for Tasha, for the fact that she proved your hope right and showed that, yes, being intimate could still feel good. Pfft…inadequate word. It had been beyond amazing, reducing you to a soft mass of euphoria collapsed onto her gorgeous frame.

Once relatively conscious again, you wanted to reciprocate.

“No, babe, not this time,” Tasha shushes you, stopping any complaints with kisses, “tonight I take care of you, ‘kay? And right now you get to rest.”

Of course nothing she says is a lie and she makes sure to clean you before tugging you under the covers. You’re half asleep by then and smiling like a lovesick fool.

“Tasha –“

“Nuh-uh!” A finger lands on your lips. “Unless you’re about to say you love me too then you’re going to sleep. Right now.”

“I guess I have to stay awake then.” But the smirk on your face is stretched into a yawn and you feel warmth echo inside your bones and mixing with the bliss your hero has left behind.

One more kiss, a whispered promise that she’ll be back to check on you, then darkness descends with a gentle peace.

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blurry-fics · 5 years ago

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Chapter Two

Realize That It’s Gone | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2416

Author’s Note: Chapter two! As always, thank you so much for all the support on the first chapter. I’m glad that all of you are just as excited to have the series back as I am :) (picture credit)

I stirred my noodles around in their plastic container as I walked towards the couch, nearly bumping into the side table as I did so. Josh looked up at me as I took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from him. He reached forward and paused the TV show that he had been watching.

“Glad to see you woke up,” he smiled, scraping up one of the final bites of his own food.

I muttered something incoherent before taking a large bite of noodles. Josh had been nice enough to pick up some thai food from the place by my old apartment while I was taking a nice, long nap. It was the second thing that I had done as soon as we arrived back in Columbus, right after setting up my new bed so that I would actually have a place to sleep.

Management had insisted that we move into a new apartment together, something about it being easier for us to work on the album if we were in the same place all the time. Josh had been on board from the beginning, but it took a bit of convincing for me to agree to it. The apartment they had suggested for us was nice - that much was obvious - but it was also twenty minutes further from Y/N.

In the end, management had won.

“Did you sleep well?” he mumbled around the food in his mouth.

I watched him close his food container and set it on the coffee table while I stuck my fork in a particularly large piece of chicken.

“Yeah. Having the fan on was really nice, the air conditioning isn’t doing a great job.”

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed, “Is it even on?”

“Didn’t you turn it on?”

“No, I thought you did.”

I laughed, “There’s our problem.”

Josh stood and picked up his empty thai container in one swift motion. His bare feet padded softly against the wood floors as he moved throughout the apartment. After a moment, the vents began to hum from the steady stream of cool air.

“That will help,” Josh sighed as he collapsed back onto the couch. A few strands of his hair were stuck down to his forehead.

I nodded and took a bite of food, not really in the mood for talking in my post-nap state. My noodles were still warm, which was a welcome surprise. I wasn’t entirely sure how long I had ended up sleeping, but based on the pink sky outside and the noticeable lack of cardboard boxes in the living room, it seemed to have been a considerable amount of time.

“Thanks for unpacking our stuff,” I finally said, breaking the silence.

Josh merely shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. Management dealt with a lot of the stuff from our old apartments and we didn’t bring much on tour, so it didn’t take long.”

“Still, you didn’t have to so I appreciate it.”

Josh smiled and picked a bit of fuzz off the couch, twisting it between his fingers until it fell to the floor.

“Have you heard from Y/N?”

My shoulders tensed at the mention of her name. Josh was too busy picking more bits of fuzz off the couch to notice my reaction.

“I texted her that we were back in Columbus, but then I fell asleep and haven’t checked my phone since.”

“I thought she would be over here as soon as we got home. You know, helping you unpack and checking out the new apartment and whatnot.”

I relaxed my shoulders. “I thought about it, but I’m so tired that I figured I wouldn’t be much fun to be around. I’m going to call her tonight and see if she wants to do something tomorrow.”

Josh nodded. “That reminds me, I’ll be out with my family for most of the day tomorrow.”

“Cool. Thanks for letting me know.”

“No problem.”

Josh pulled out his phone and began to scroll through it. I continued to sit cross-legged on the couch, slowly making my way through my noodles. The apartment already felt a lot nicer now that cool air was actually circulating through the living room. Outside, the sky was slowly growing darker as the sun sank lower behind the hills.

Once my noodles were gone and my fork was clean, I headed back to my room to finish unpacking the rest of my belongings. Before I got too distracted, I grabbed my phone from where I had tossed it to charge on top of a box and checked my notifications. There were a few emails from management, a text from my mom, and - most importantly - a text from Y/N.

Y/N: Glad to have you back, Ty! :) I would offer to come help you unpack, but my parents are out at a dinner and Georgie can’t be trusted to be home alone :P

At least I didn’t have to feel guilty for not inviting her over. I typed out a quick response telling her I had fallen asleep, put on some music, and began to unpack the bags of stuff I had brought on tour. The boxes of things from my old apartment could wait until later.

I hummed to myself as I slowly made my way through hanging up shirts, making sure to keep them organized by style and color. That was something Y/N had been insistent upon when I moved into my last apartment: keeping all my clothes organized. She had mentioned something about making it easier to pick outfits for shows, but I was pretty sure she was just annoyed by the disorganized mess that my closet had been in high school. If only she could see me now.

Maybe she could, if I wasn’t so nervous about seeing her again.

Being apart from Y/N during the tour had been almost impossible, even with our frequent text conversations and FaceTime calls. It was never quite the same as being next to her and hearing her laugh without the static of a phone call accompanying it.

Man, I couldn’t wait to hear her laugh again.

My train of thought was interrupted by Josh knocking on my half-open door to get my attention. He was already peeking into my room, taking a look around at all my boxes.

“What’s up?” I asked, crossing the room to pause my music.

“I’m missing a box of stuff from my old apartment, and I figured the most likely place for it was in here. Do you mind if I take a look?”

“Go for it,” I said, holding an outstretched arm towards the mountain of boxes in the corner.

I continued to hum and hang up shirts while Josh shifted stuff around, looking at the messy labels on top of all the boxes. He eventually found what he was looking for and shuffled out of the room with a box in his arms, shooting me a quick “Thanks” as he went.

“Glad a box of stuff didn’t go missing,” I called after him.

“Agreed!” he answered, his voice now muffled by the walls in between us.

I started my music again and reached into my duffle bag for another shirt to hang up. Instead, my hand brushed against the smooth surface of an envelope. With a smile, I grabbed the edge and pulled it out from under the small pile of clothes that had accumulated on top of it. On the front was one simple word, written in the nicest handwriting that I could muster: Y/N.

I opened the envelope and dumped out the contents. The bundle of postcards fell onto the bed, landing with a quiet thud. I picked them up and removed the rubber band, taking extra care not to bend the corners down as I did so. Before I could fully process what I was doing, I sat down on the bed and began to flip through them.

In each city on our tour, I had made a point to pick up a postcard to bring to Y/N. The main reason was that they were cheap, but it also gave me an opportunity to write her a little note on each of them. I wrote about whatever had been on my mind that day: the show, some weird new habit of Josh’s that I had discovered, things I missed about home. Y/N loved sentimental things like that.

I finally reached the last card, one that I had picked up at a gas station on our way into town earlier that morning. While one of the crew members was refilling the gas tank, I had been in the backseat scribbling down my last note with only my knees as a writing surface.

We’re finally back in Ohio. It feels like I’ve been away for a lifetime. I can’t wait to see you again and hear your voice. Man, I’ve missed your voice. And you.

I love you, Y/N. Sorry I never told you earlier.

I frowned. Maybe that one should wait until a later time.

It’s not like the words weren’t true - they were, I loved her - but after being gone for so long, I wanted to test the waters before I confessed anything to her. The complications surrounding my feelings towards Y/N had landed me in hot water a few times before which was not a situation that I wanted to be in again anytime soon.

I wrapped the postcards back up in their rubber band and slid them back into the envelope, leaving the Ohio one out on my bed. Maybe if the feelings were still reciprocated, I would give her the postcard. If not, well, there were worse places in the world than a dresser drawer.

I set the envelope on top of my dresser where it wouldn’t end up buried under random decorations and other things that management had found in my old apartment while I was unpacking. Just thinking about her reaction to my gift was enough to put a smile on my face.

“What has you so happy?” Josh asked, once again popping his head into my room.

I shook my head, “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing important.”

“Alright,” Josh said, giving me a roll of his eyes as he casually strode into the room. “I had a question for you.”

“Sure.”

“Mark is having people over tonight to celebrate the end of the tour. He texted me asking if you wanted to tag along.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “Why didn’t I hear about this?”

“You probably did. When was the last time you checked your phone?”

I grabbed my phone and flipped it over, checking for notifications. Sure enough, there were at least twenty missed messages.

“Must have been distracted,” I muttered, more to myself than Josh.

“You in?”

“Yeah, let me get changed into something else and then we can go.”

“Sweet. I’ll leave you to it.”

Josh slowly wandered out of the room, typing something on his phone. I was still undecided on whether or not I liked living with him, though half a day was hardly enough time to form an opinion. It didn’t help that I was still exhausted - even despite my nap - and quick to get frustrated.

Among the messages was a text from Y/N. I smiled as I read it over.

Y/N: Call me when you can, alright? :)

If only I had seen that text earlier.

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I collapsed down onto my bed, trying my best to ignore the boxes in the corner that still needed to be unpacked. That would have to wait for tomorrow; the party - if you could really call it that - had wiped out what little bit of energy that I had left. I somehow managed to shimmy out of my jacket without having to sit up. It landed on the floor in an unceremonious heap, the zippers rattling a bit as they hit the carpet.

I was about to start unbuttoning my shirt so that I could change into pajamas when I remembered Y/N’s text from earlier. Between seeing friends and spending the entire car ride with Josh, I hadn’t had an opportunity to call her yet. My fingers flew across the screen as I pulled up her contact and hit the call button.

I kicked my feet idly as I waited for her to pick up. It wasn’t terribly late and Y/N wasn’t really one for going to bed early, especially in the summer. It took two rings for her to finally pick up.

“I was wondering when I was going to hear from you,” she said, followed by a quiet laugh.

I was already smiling.

“Sorry, friends wanted to celebrate the end of the tour.”

“The same friends you just spent three months with?” she joked.

“Those are the ones.”

I heard her get up and close a door through the phone. From the sounds of it, she was sitting on the back porch. She liked to do that in the summer.

“Well, I’m just happy to hear from you at all. It’s nice to know you didn’t decide you liked your new friends better.”

“They could never compare to you, Y/N.”

She exhaled. “Thanks, Ty.”

“Um, so the reason I called.”

“You mean you called for some reason other than hearing my beautiful voice?” she giggled.

“Well, that too. But that’s not the main reason.”

“What’s up?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I should be. Why do you ask?”

I laughed, “Why do you think?”

“Of course, you want to spend time with your super awesome best friend.”

“Well, I did, but Josh was busy.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I want to see you.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

I really couldn’t keep the smile off my face now. “I’ll pick you up at noon?”

“Perfect. You can meet my insane cat while we’re at it.”

“What’s his name again?”

“Georgie.”

“Georgie. Right.”

“You should get some sleep, Ty. You sound tired.”

Leave it to Y/N to know exactly how I was feeling, even through a phone call.

“Only if you get some sleep, too.”

“But the sky is so clear tonight!” she protested.

“There will be more nights to stargaze.”

“Ok, ok, you have a point. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.”

I ended the call and set my phone on my chest, unable to stop myself from smiling like an idiot at the ceiling.

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pinkevilbobdoesthings · 5 years ago

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Thanks to Poyo for helping me figure out what happens in this chapter and beyond. Without them, I would abandoned this fic.

Here’s chapter 5 of “Til the Tide Takes My Soul”.

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The Brenattos didn’t ask any questions when Jester asked to stay the night. They just set up an air mattress in front of Caleb’s tank and gave her a pile of blankets. Jester shoved the air mattress next to Caleb’s tank and slept pressed up against the glass. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was close to Caleb.

The chances of this lasting, of Jester getting to stay with Caleb, were incredibly low. She wasn’t stupid, of course she knew this, whatever their relationship was, was going to be short lived, but that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying it while it lasted.

In the morning, Caleb stared at her forlornly as she got ready to leave. -Do you have to go? You can stay if you’d like.-

“Yeah, I didn’t bring any clothes with me. Besides I have stuff to take care of today,” Jester said.

-I’ll miss you.- Caleb texted.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Though Jester didn’t really want to wait that long either. “We’ll just have to wait till then.”

Caleb sulked in his tank, but he nodded.

Jester waved him goodbye and received smirks from Veth and Yeza as she left. She tried not to think about it, but their knowing smiles weighed on her.

But they were nothing compared to Molly’s when Jester finally got home. “Where have you been?” Beau asked with more than a little worry. “I’ve been waiting all night for you.”

“Sorry, Beau,” Jester said. “I was having such a good time last night I forgot to text you that I was spending the night.”

Molly grinned like a cat that got into the cream. “Is this your first walk of shame? Our little Jester’s growing up.”

Jester turned red. “It’s not like that!”

“Please tell me it wasn’t Fjord,” Beau said.

“No. I was with Caleb yesterday,” Jester said.

Molly leaned forward. “Wait, you mean the merman?”

Jester froze and panicked for a moment worried that Molly had figured out Caleb’s secret and then remembered that Molly just knew him as a mermaid tank performer. “Yeah, he’s really nice and I showed him around yesterday and I spent the night at his place. Well, it’s kinda his place. He lives with a super nice family and they let me use the air mattress.”

Molly sighed. “Nothing sexy ever happens on air mattresses.”

“Wait, is this that guy you’re constantly texting?” Beau asked.

Jester nodded. “Yeah. Well, not constantly, constantly. But a lot, I guess.”

“It’s nice to see that you’ve finally moved on from Fjord. He really wasn’t worth,” Beau said.

“I guess you’re right,” Jester said, but it felt weird. Fjord was still important to her, but except for the party, Jester was thinking Caleb instead of Fjord. Part of her had a feeling that her crush on Fjord would never completely die, but that wasn’t going to stop her from moving forward and falling in love with someone else.

Molly ruffled Jester’s hair. “It kills me to agree with her, but of course Beau’s right. Now tell me all about your fish boy.”

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Jester fell asleep on top of her blankets texting Caleb. She had asked him if he’d prefer to be called Bren, but Caleb said that his new name was a better fit for now.

Her phone buzzed next to her head waking her up all of a sudden. It was a text from Caleb. -help-

Jester stared at the phone hoping that he’d send another message explaining the last one or at least show that he was typing. But all there was was nothing. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

It was probably just a false alarm, but Jester couldn’t risk it. She texted Caleb to let him know that she was on her way and got into her car. Jester was probably overreacting and tried to tell herself that as she sped down the road, but she couldn’t shake the dread building up in her stomach.

As she turned on to the Brenatto’s street, nothing seemed wrong. The house was there not on fire. The street was silent. The only person up was Jester, but it felt off. Jester knocked on the front door. No response. She called Veth’s phone, but it went straight to the voicemail. Trying not to panic but failing, Jester ran to the fence and unlocked the gate.

The first place she checked was the pool even though it was too late for Caleb to be there. Empty. Well, empty except for the water. Jester tried the back door of the house, and it opened. The house was eerily quiet as Jester crept through it. It probably counted as breaking and entering, but Caleb had asked for her help, and without proper grammar which was completely out of character for him. So Jester went down the stairs leading to the basement and his tank afraid of what she’d find.

Jester flicked on the lights. “Caleb?” Blinking at the sudden bright light, her stomach dropped when she saw the tank; Caleb wasn’t there. She rushed towards it in case he was hiding behind his privacy tarp, but it was obvious that he wasn’t there.

The panic that Jester had been fighting off filled her. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way that Caleb could just be gone. Jester scanned the tank for some kind of clue and her eyes fell upon Caleb’s cell phone sitting at the bottom of the tank. There was no way that he’d just be that careless and drop his phone.

Jester ran up the stairs and looked in the garage. Both of the Brenatto’s vehicles were there, so it couldn’t have been that they just took Caleb out or something. She went to Veth’s and Yeza’s room and pounded on the door. No response. Refusing to give up, Jester knocked harder practically punching the door. Still no response. This door was locked when she tried opening it. It was one of those that had to pinprick from her side, so it had to have been locked from the other side.

Something was wrong, but Jester just didn't know what it was. She checked Luc's room on the off chance that he might be able to help her. Jester knocked on the door only to get no response and opened the door. Luc was fast asleep in his bed and Jester felt a bit guilty for disturbing him. "Sorry," Jester said and no response, not even a stir. Jester crept in and checked on him. He was barely breathing and not responding to even the hardest jostle to his shoulder.

Jester scooped Luc up in her arms and got him out of the house. His breathing was shallow. He was obviously sick and Jester had no clue why, but she had a feeling that the reason was in the house. She took in a deep breath and went back into the house going to Veth's and Yeza's room.

The door was locked, but that wasn't going to stop Jester. Gathering her nerve, Jester rammed her shoulder into the door. It gave a little, but it stayed in place. Jester gave it another shot and crashed into the room. Veth and Yeza slept through it all.

Jester grabbed Veth first and got her out of the house before going back in for Yeza. Her head pounded and she was starting to get so dizzy that she couldn’t think straight, but she was able to get Yeza out. Once out, Jester called 911 and passed out on the grass.

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Jester woke up to a breathing mask strapped to her face. Looking around, she realized that she was in a hospital room. She tried to get up, but her head fuzzed and everything went black for a second so Jester just fell back on the bed..

"Oh, you're up," a medic said. She had white hair done up in buns."You're lucky that you didn't spend longer in that house." Jester tried to get back up, but the medic gentle pushed her back down. "Woah, not quite yet. We still need to check how you're doing. But I think you've got enough air." She removed the breathing mask from Jester's face.

"What happened?" Jester asked.

"Your friend's had a major gas leak at their house. If it weren't for you, they probably wouldn't have been discovered in time," the medic said.

"They're okay?" Jester asked.

The medic nodded. "That's right. It will be a few days before they're back to full health, but they should bee back to normal by the end of the month."

"That's good." The Brenattos were safe which was a relief, but Jester couldn't help but still be worried. Caleb was missing, and there was no way that he could've left by himself. He must've known that something was going on otherwise he wouldn't have texted Jester. And he dropped his phone in the tank. Jester's best guess was that he didn't want anyone to see it or find, but why? It didn’t seem likely that Caleb was hiding it from Yeza and Veth which made the thought of someone breaking in seem all the more likely. The gas leak couldn’t have been a coincidence.

"We'll just need to take your vitals and then we can send you on your way."

Jester smiled, but her heart was not in it. Something bad happened to Caleb, and Jester was the only one that could do anything about it. She just knew it. The only question was what could she do?

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Jester ended up waiting in the hospital's waiting room hoping for any tidbit on how the Brenattos were doing. She kept checking her phone in case Caleb texted her even though she knew that was impossible. Several times she had to stop herself from texting him updates on how his family was doing. Finally, a nurse approached Jester. "Ms. Lavorre?"

Jester jumped up. "That's me. Are they okay?"

"They will be," the nurse said. He was lean with beads in his raven black hair. "Veth will be released later this evening barring any complications, but her husband and son need more time to recuperate. She said that you will be her ride."

"She did? I mean, yeah, I'll totally pick her home. I'm just glad to hear that she's okay. Can I visit her?" Jester asked.

He smiled kindly at her. "Of course." The nurse led Jester to Veth's room.

Veth was hooked up to an iv and looking completely annoyed, but she brightened up when she saw Jester. "You're here!"

Jester nodded. "I wasn't going to leave before knowing that you guys were okay."

"Well," the nurse said, "I'll leave you two then." And he walked away.

Veth leaned towards Jester. "Is Caleb okay?"

Jester fought an urge to cry. "I, I don't know. He wasn't in his tank or the pool."

"What? But, how?" Veth sat up and nearly pulled out her IV.

"I don't know," Jester said. "He texted me, but when I got to your house he was gone."

Veth frowned at this. “Someone took him. But who knew about him?”

“Ikithon,” Jester said. “Caleb told me about what happened to him before he met you and Yeza. It was Dr. Ikithon.”

“We should’ve never let him into our house. Dr. Ikithon kept asking about our rescue efforts, but I just thought he was interested in seal work.” Nott’s eyes widened and she went pale. “Wait, he also asked about a picture on Yeza’s phone. It was us with Caleb. We just said that Caleb was a college student that stayed with us, but that he was out with a friend that night. I didn’t think anything about it.”

“You didn’t know. I should’ve told you as soon as I knew, but I thought that it was Caleb’s place to tell you,” Jester said.

Veth shook her head. “No, you were trying to respect his trust. No one could’ve predicted this.”

“We’re never going to find him again, are we?” Jester asked fighting back tears.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” Veth said. “He’ll be a lot easier to find than you think.”

Jester straightened up. “Really?”

“When Yeza first found Caleb we didn’t realize that he was a person, so Yeza treated Caleb like he would any of the harbour seals we take in. Including attaching a tracker chip, so we could know that he was okay and staying away from populated areas. After we realized that Caleb was sentient, he was too scared for us to do the removal operation on yet.”

“You mean?”

Veth grinned. “We‘ve got a tracker and we’ve got a boat. We can find him.”

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Veth wasn’t discharged from the hospital until later in the afternoon. Her house was blocked off, but she was able to slip in to get her keys and a spare set of clothes. Jester waited in the car anxiously. It felt like every second they weren’t actively getting closer to Caleb the less likely it was to find him. She knew that it was just in her head and that Veth needed to stop here, but it did not make Jester feel any easier.

Veth came out of the house dangling what Jester assumed was the boat keys. "The boat's at the dock so we don't have to worry about dragging it out at least."

"That's good," Jester said nervously gripping the steering wheel as Veth climbed into the car. Jester didn't even wait for Veth to close the door before starting to drive.

"We'll get him, I know it," Veth said, but she didn't sound fully convinced.

Jester plastered a big smile on her face. "Yeah, I know. But I don't want him to wait too long," she said as if they were just picking him up from the pool or something and not like they were afraid for his life. She had told Veth the whole story that Caleb had told her.

"That poor boy," Veth said once Jester finished. "Ikithon seemed a little creepy, but I just that that was because he was an old white guy with power in my husband’s field. You can never trust men like that, but obviously it's bigger than that."

"Yeah," Jester said once they got to the dock.

Nott led the way practically running down to Yeza's research vessel. Jester kept close behind her scanning the boats hoping that it was close. “Here it is!” Veth announced finally when they got to the end of the dock.

They called it a research vessel, but really it was just a tiny, old fishing boat. Something that was just for going out a few miles and back in at the end of the day. Jester was at least hoping for something more like the boat from Jaws, but no such luck.

Veth showed Jester a little screen. It had a map of the coast with little dots of varying colors on it. Some were moving and others stayed where they were. “The orange one is Caleb.” His dot was near an island about four miles south west of the docks and not budging. “This tracker is accurate within a half mile range.”

Jester frowned. “That’s a lot of space.”

“They used to be a lot less accurate. Used to be you were lucky if you could get it within 3 miles range. And check this.” Veth clicked a button and it showed a view of the water from the side and Caleb’s dot was a little bit over the surface. “He’s close to the surface.”

Jester bit her lip. That was better, but still a lot of area to search.

“And if he was kidnapped, then we just need to find where people are in that area,” Veth pointed out. She started up the boat. “We’ll find him; you’ll see.”

Jester nodded. They had to find him. If they didn’t, she didn’t know how her heart could take it.

#widojest #critical role fan fiction #pinkevilbob writes #til the tide takes my soul

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m00nj311y · 5 years ago

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All Worth It For You 1/?

Where did he go wrong?

A cloud of glimmering silver bubbles raced past him to the surface. His world, once clear and vibrant with a plethora of colors and sounds, was now darkening with the color blue, a monotonous pounding ruthlessly crashing into his head.

Steve's orders were clear. He was to infiltrate a GAIA ship and disable its communications. Incapacitate all enemies. Gather intel for SHIELD review. Leave. Debrief.

Green-gold scales filled his vision, a tail twirling and flicking with minimal effort. The vice grip on his legs grew tighter. Pain flared just above his ankles; the merman's claws dug deep into his skin, constantly slicing his flesh with each movement of his tail.

Steve expected to be intercepted at any time. It's happened before, it'll happen again. He did not expect a man to slam him over the railing of the ship and plunge in after him. Steve had lashed out with his shield, the metal slicing through the water, but it hit nothing. He kicked, again and again, but the sharp hands always returned.

The merman yanked him downwards with such force that bubbles shot out of Steve's mouth; in an instant a clawed hand wrapped itself around his throat. Pain exploded behind his eyes when the man slammed Steve's head against the sandy floor.

"You've become unbelievably annoying, Captain." The merman's voice rang clear in the blue. His name was Ross Sweinden, Steve remembered, one of GAIA's packs of muscle. They had met before, only a week ago, when Ross had nearly bested him in combat. Steve was impressed, he respected Ross's strength; the man would've made a worthy Avenger if only he wasn't so eager to use brute force. "How's about we end this?”

Steve didn't bother to reply as his fingers twitched, aching to remove the oppressive hand. His vision was darkening, a black fuzz consuming his world. Water forced itself into his mouth, down into his lungs. A tight burn in his throat chest contrasted the chill of the blue void around him.

Ross shook him. "Don't die on me, Steve!" His grip on Steve's neck tightened---and then loosened.

Steve didn't have the energy to wonder why. The black fuzz was now invading his mind, peaceful and comforting and urging him to just let go, you've lived long enough, Peggy is waiting, you've got a date. Yes, he's given his all to this era, hasn't he? He built up the Avengers, stopped an alien invasion, and found and liberated his friend. What more could the world, could SHIELD, want from him?

The Avengers will survive. They will take care of everyone.

Let go, Steve.

Blue filled his vision again, unusually bright. Although Steve's vision was blurred with pain---head injury, he had to remain awake---he saw that a face was before him. It wasn't Ross; no, a dark-haired man stared at him, a sharp-toothed but relieved smile on his face.

Steve couldn't tear his gaze from the merman's eyes. His irises and pupils were glowing the same blue that shined out from his strange metal suit. The werewolf was transfixed.

Too soon a smooth, featureless mask slid down over the merman's face. He turned to the left and, his voice hosting a mechanical undertone, clicked and whistled at a companion.

In a similar mechanical suit---this one black and silver and glowing orange---was his friend. Whether it was a machine or a merperson in a metal shell, they easily and repeatedly overpowered Ross. The GAIA agent snarled and swiped but he knew he was outmatched. When the orange merman glanced at Blue, he swung in place and bolted away.

Steve really wouldn't be surprised if Ross was the type to swear revenge.

Blue and orange, gray and black, filled his vision. Unnaturally smooth fingers and arms wrapped themselves around the joint connecting his arms to his shoulders and hoisted him up with a gentleness he only recieved from Natasha.

Above him was the moon, its form wavering erratically. Werewolves and the Moon, people thought the two had a connection. Dr. Erskine never mentioned the effects the moon had on werewolves or even human-turned-werewolves, and Steve never felt any more powerful under a full moon than he did under a crescent moon. But he prayed anyway, begging whatever---if anything---possessed the moon to heal the concussion he knew he'd have, that it wouldn't last too long, that he'd get to go back to the surface, that Natasha and the others search for him.

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Tony knew his father hated humans. Something about a human male chasing him when he was a pup. So when---and it is a when, because Father had his ways of worming secrets from their holders---Tony's big Star was found...well, the young Princes will ensure he gets sent to the wealthiest quadrant in the human community.

For the sixth time in their hold, Star went limp. A concussion. Tony knew what those were like, to fall unconscious again and again, to sometimes forget what happened, to have the life sucked out of you at the mere flick of a tail---or leg, in Star's case. All he and Arno could do was swim as fast as they can to Strange's Sanctum and keep him as still as possible in their arms.

"He's different, this Star of yours," Arno warbled.

Tony nodded. Even in the water, humans had a particular scent to them. But Star's taste was warped, human but not-human. "So how deep do we need to bury this secret?" Because if Father found Star he'll know immediately that Star is in some way special, and he'll have him tested. And if there was anything Father loved more than his own sons, it was prestige and the admiration (coughjealousycough) that came with it.

"Pretend-he-doesn't-exist deep." Arno led them in a dive though a cavern filled with shrimp and spiders.

"Ah, my weakness." But Tony heard the implication in his brother's words: We should've stayed home. But that only hardened Tony's resolve to help and protect the not-human. There was something about him that lured Tony to him, something that Tony knew would be worth the hell Father will eventually put him through. As they emerged into the depths again, Tony spared Star a glance. His head was up, turning left and right as they passed swarms of bioluminescent jellyfish, but his movements were sluggish.

In the distance were the upper shelves of the Subduon, the trench Eingara was built in: the shelves of the poor, of the merchants and traders and artisans, and of the Upper Military. Piercing through the encompassing darkness were the lights, glittering and flashing red, blue, green, and yellow. The Sanctum was more attuned to the wealthy while still remaining quite a swim away; it was located right at the bottom of the trench.

"There're going to be a lot of curious fish," warned the elder of the brothers, angling them toward the bright lights. His gray face plate lifted, revealing a thoughtful frown. "Star still needs time to acclimate. If we take him down there, we'll have another flounder."

Tony nodded, lifting his own face plate. When they were young there was news of a Merrow who'd saved a human and brought them down to the depths. But even with the newfound abilities to breathe underwater and survive its bone-reaching chill, the human still had yet to adapt to the crushing depths. By the time the Merrow reached bottom of the trench, the human "looked more like a flounder."

And Tony did not want to be the traumatized owner of a flounder.

There was a human community up on the shelf, high enough that Star would not succumb to the pressure. For now, they were Star's best chance at survival. As if they were sharks on the prowl the civilians cleared the way for their princes as they swept through the city, their eyes lingering on the limp not-human in their grasp. They hummed and clicked theories to one another but none were arrogant enough to intercept them. Tony prayed that they couldn't catch Star's scent in the water, prayed that a noble adorned with peridot, gold, and/or a rainbow of pearls wouldn't be in the crowd.

The human living area was a time capsule, a timeline of trends that dominated the stonemasonry field mixed with the myriad of surface cultures. The first humans, chosen survivors from shipwrecks throughout the centuries, were dumped in towns of jagged and shoddy stonework. Generations passed, and new divisions were added, the stonework displaying floral and animal reliefs as well as strange geometric depictions.

Displaying a mixture of whale and dolphin reliefs and curving lines was the hospital, one of the largest buildings in western division. Like the Merrow civilians, the humans threw themselves out the way of the royals, signing to one another and pointing to Star.

Clusters of pillar coral lights bathed the inside of the reception area with kelp yellows and sky blues. The receptionist, an elderly woman, lifted her head as the princes swam up to her. Seeing that their load was limp, her eyes widened and she thrust herself from the desk. The woman pointed to a white-lit hallway on her right and swam off.

Tony and Arno followed.

The room the receptionist led them to was lit with a golden coral light that was growing downwards from the ceiling. The stony floor was carpeted with sea grass and the walls swayed with vibrant anemones and soft corals. To the left of the doorway was a wall-long counter, all its contents sorted into neat groups. In the middle of the room was a mechanical bed fashioned into a mussel shell, fitted with sealskin sheets. The princes lay Star down on the sheets, settling him on his belly.

Star blinked open his eyes. Those little windows to the sky searched the room before fixating on Tony. Confusion was written all over his youthful face.

"You'll be safe here, I promise," Tony assured.

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fangirlsarecool · 7 years ago

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The Stakeout - Jake Peralta x Reader

This turned out way longer than it was supposed to be but it turned out so well. There’s a POV change in the middle (just a heads up). This is loosely inspired by the episode “Stakeout”. Enjoy! Also on AO3. Parts 1 & 2

Stakeouts - not the most exciting part of police work but it would be slightly more bearable with Jake. You had both been sequestered to a run-down apartment building, which was opposite a site where counterfeit goods were being stored and delivered. Again, not the most exciting thing but you had pleasant company. The last time Jake had been on a stakeout was with Charles and it had gone horribly wrong. Luckily, you were only there for two days so there wasn't much chance of you getting on each other's nerves. You chuckled at the thought of having a no-no list for Jake; you were sure there were many things that could fill it. "What's so funny?" he asked, turning from the camera equipment he was setting up to face you. "Just thinking about yours and Charles' no-no lists." He grimaced. "What would you put on mine?" "Don't know. Probably something about your weird walk." he replied. "Hey!" you protested, "My walk isn't weird."

He smirked. "When I walk next to you, it's like you're wearing moon shoes. You bounce. A lot." Thinking about it, maybe you did bounce a bit when you walked. "No, I do not." you lied, feeling your cheeks start to rouge.

"Sure you don't." There was a pause before he continued, "But, for the record, you walk weird and you take way too long to write stuff." You folded your arms defensively. "There's nothing wrong with taking pride in my penmanship. And neither of those things would work on the list. You can't tell me not to walk or write." Having finished setting up the camera, Jake took a seat opposite you, a testing look in his eyes. "You seem to know the terms of the list so well. Go on, tell me what's on mine." he instructed. "Oh, I will." You began to wrack your brain for things that he did that annoyed you. Something. Anything. There must have been something but everything you could think of just seemed sweet: the way he'd call you milady when trying to be a gentleman, the times when he'd reference Die Hard, his impressions that always varied in success. Jake's grin grew wider as he watched you became more frustrated. "Yes! You think I'm perfect. Everyone else looks flawed next to me." he bragged. You sighed, agitated at him and also yourself. He was Jake Peralta - there'd probably be a picture of him next to the definition of annoying in a dictionary. The only thing you could think to do was stick your tongue out. So you did before going to set up the computer as a distraction. "Wow, (y/l/n), real mature." he scolded teasingly.

You rolled your eyes. "You're one to talk, Peralta." "You're one to talk." he mocked like a child. It seemed you'd used your eye roll too soon.

It was then that you remembered what you'd packed in your overnight bag. Once the computer was set up, you raided your bag to find the gifts you'd bought. "Jake. Catch." you called, chucking a packet and a bottle at him (the latter almost hitting him right in the face). "Sweet. Orange soda. And a pack of just blue M&Ms. You know how to look after me, (y/n)." He was grinning and you couldn't help smiling too - it was infectious. "Or how to spoil you." you countered. "You know, I'd probably put your weird eating habits on the list. Force you to eat healthily for the whole stakeout." He looked at you shocked as if you'd just told him you hated Die Hard. "You wouldn't." he gasped. "Oh, but I would." you replied, a wicked smirk creeping onto your lips. You didn't notice him gulp as you sat back down before he, too, was smirking mischievously. "Well, I guess if you got me food to make fun of me then it's only fair that I get to do the same." He slid a small pizza box over to you. When you opened it and your eyes went wide, he felt something weird bubble up inside him but he pushed it aside. Inside the pizza box were a tonne of dough balls and garlic butter. You grinned madly. "You got me dough balls?" you whisper-yelled. If anything was going to blow your cover, it was going to be surprise dough balls. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you squealed before launching yourself at Jake and hugging him. Normally, at this point, you would have added an "I love you" at the end but it just wasn't coming. What the hell was wrong with you? "Love ya." you managed to spit out, hoping Jake hadn’t noticed the hairs standing up on your arms. "Noice. Smort." he retorted, hugging you back. That was the most amount of affection you'd ever get from him, which irritated you slightly. "Aha! I'd put you deflecting my affections on the no-no list," you declared, "I'd rather you said nothing at all." "Fine. But I'd put your, frankly, disturbing dough ball obsession down. And seeing as you wouldn't be able to have these ones, I'd make you watch me eat them." You removed your arms from around him.

"That's cruel." you said, feigning hurt. Pouting, you plonked yourself on a chair by one of the windows. "That's right. Two can play this game." he bragged.

"And here's how you win," you responded coolly, "Shot-gun having the second shift. I'm sleeping first." "No!" he exclaimed, annoyed he forgot you'd want to take the second slot. You got up from the seat to go to the bathroom, brushing his shoulder with your hand as you warned, "If I were you, Peralta, I'd sleep with one eye open tonight.”

Jake was bored. Apart from a delivery at 11pm, nothing had stirred. This whole area of Brooklyn seemed to be asleep and he was at serious risk of going the same way. He decided to just get up and walk around, to maybe wake himself up a bit. Jake noticed you'd already made your mark on the place; the box of dough balls and a book holding your place at the table. He didn't understand how you found any time to read, especially at the alarming rate where you seemed to have a new book everyday. This one, however, seemed to be taking you a little longer. War and Peace, he read from the cover. The name seemed to ring a bell; you'd probably forced him to watch the film and he'd probably fallen asleep. "What?" he mouthed when he noticed the number of pages. He could probably use it to knock out a perp during a foot chase. His gaze moved over to you, asleep in the bed. He smiled at you, wrapped up in your own clean bed sheets from home. You always did have more common sense - Jake would have been happy to sleep in the sheets provided even though they could have been riddled with fleas. He also knew that you liked your home comforts and cared more about feeling safe than anything else. And he didn't mind, knowing those sheets would smell of you. Jake suddenly whirled round, overwhelmed by the thought and feeling pervy that he'd just been watching you sleep. Perhaps getting up for a walk around wasn't such a good idea after all. Sat back at the window, Jake was narrating the goings on of a Pigeon Mafia, which had started up on the street below. The birds were currently harassing a crow that he had labelled as a mole, going under the alias Nige Po. It was mildly entertaining. Or entertaining enough to keep his mind from wandering back to you. More specifically, caring that your bed sheets would hold your scent. He could hear Boyle yelling at him in the back of his mind, telling Jake it was the most romantic thing he'd ever thought. But it wasn't romance; you were his best friend and he wasn't going to ruin that. He turned back to the pigeon street gang, which had finally chased away the crow. They had uncovered his true identity - Russell Crow. You would have laughed at that. Jake couldn't believe he was wasting all his best material when you were asleep. And that's when it dawned on him - he cared what you thought. He wanted you to laugh at his jokes and stupidity. He wanted your company. He always wanted to hear what you had to say. And, most of all, he wanted you to hug him and say that you loved him, even if he couldn't say it back. He'd been spending months trying to convince himself that he liked Amy but perhaps that was only because he was also trying to convince himself that he didn't like you. But he did like you. A lot. A warm fuzz settled in his chest. Well, this was a lot different to his last stakeout.

As much as you'd been itching to, you hadn't messed with Jake whilst he slept. Sleep deprived Jake was even worse than the normal one. It was amusing, if slightly creepy, to see his one eye following you before he drifted off to sleep. Apart from a delivery arriving at about 5am, nothing much had happened, giving you ample time to get a good way into War and Peace. You'd also managed to leave enough dough balls to last you the next day - a true miracle. However, you were getting bored on your own and the temptation to mess with Jake was too much. You grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and hit him with it. Hard. He let out a startled snort before slowly opening his eyes and stretching out. It was quite a sweet sight even if the price to see it was waking up next to him. Which, you supposed, you didn't really mind. "Morning, sleepyhead." you cooed teasingly. He smiled blearily; his eyes still half closed. "What time is it?" he asked although it sounded more like Whatimesit. "9. But I'm bored." "And you wanted my company? Aw, (y/n), you're so sweet." He held out his arms for a hug. You took a step back. "I don't think so, Peralta." He got up from the bed and came towards you with his arms still outstretched like some sort of hug zombie. You couldn't get away fast enough; his arms wrapped around you, pulling you down onto the bed. "Jake, you idiot. What are you doing?" you hissed. He just ignored you, saying, "This is nice" as he snuggled into you. "Please don't talk. Your morning breath is awful." you urged. "You can't say much, garlic mouth." he retorted. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Hopefully, Jake hadn't noticed how weirdly you'd been acting - normally, you would have just breathed all over him. He opened his mouth, probably to make a joke about warding off vampires, but you covered it quickly with your other hand. You swore you heard a car pull up. "What the hell?" Jake queried, his voice muffled by your hand. "Shh." In the silence, your heart rate quickened as you became hyper aware of his arm round your waist. You could both hear Boyle whooping in your minds about your current, slightly compromising position. You removed your hands from both your mouths. A door slammed. "It's a car." you observed. "Great solve, detective." he joked. You elbowed him before getting up and going over to the window. "Black SUV." you told him, taking photos, "Licence plate on photo. One passenger: Male, 5"4'. Can't see the driver." "Cool cool cool cool cool." he rattled off. "Are you writing this down?" you asked. "Why do I need to write it down? You've got it on camera." You turned and gave him a stern glare. "Notepad. Pen." You motioned to the bedside table. He sighed. "Yes, mom." He picked up the notepad, admiring your handwriting. It was pretty. Like you. He shook the thought away. "Get it together, Peralta." he muttered to himself. "What was that?" you called from the window.

"Nothing." he replied unconvincingly. You came away from the camera, throwing him an incredulous look as you sat at the table. "You and Boyle should start a handwriting class. You both write good." he covered up poorly. "Yeah, and you'd be our first student in an attempt to make your writing more legible." "Some people have unlegible handwriting. You can't change that about me." You shook your head. "I'd probably get you language lessons as well." "Oh, I'm sorry. Not all of us can be smart and beautiful." Your eyes widened as your cheeks reddened, the compliment weighing more than he'd ever know. "You think I'm smart and beautiful?" you boasted teasingly.

Jake shook his head. "Nope. No. I take it back." "You can't. But could you say it again? I wanna record it for use at birthdays and other special occasions. Like when I solve cases before you." "That's one pleasure I wouldn't give you." He mentally face palmed; his mouth was running away from him this morning. You didn't notice, distracted by the sound of a car pulling away. "Damn it!" You rushed over to the window just in time to get some pictures of the vehicle pulling away. "God, you are so distracting." you huffed, turning back to Jake. He was finishing writing the notes - maybe your good habits were finally washing off on him. "What can I say? I've been told by many women that I'm distracting." You couldn't find it in yourself to laugh, to tell him they were probably calling him distracted (which he very easily was). The truth of the matter - you'd let yourself be distracted by him. Something very odd was going on with you. Jake noticed your lips purse into a small frown. "(Y/n)--" he began.

You interrupted. "I need to take 5." "What's wrong?" "I'm taking 5." you repeated, stalking off to the bathroom. You splashed yourself with some water from the tap. Your mind was practically screaming at you, having already figured out why you'd been acting so unusually. Blushing, wanting his attention, your heart rate quickening when he touched you, buying him orange soda and blue sweets. But you wouldn't say it. You couldn't. He was your best friend and that was all. You were just confused, getting your signals mixed up. And you'd have to get over yourself quick. Because there's no way you'd admit to fancying Jake Peralta. When you came out of the bathroom, Jake was sat at the window, watching the site through binoculars. He turned to you, hearing the floorboards creak beneath your feet. "Hey, you alright?" he asked concerned. You nodded.

"Felt a little queasy. I think I ate too many dough balls." you lied. His jaw dropped. "I didn't think that was possible for you." "Anything's possible." you replied, thinking back to your bathroom freak-out. You took a seat at the other window. "In better news, I finally came up with our stakeout theme. It's a rap to the tune of the X-Files." "I swear if you start singing, I will jump out of the window." you snapped. Sighing heavily, you added, "Sorry. I'm just..." "Don't worry, I get it. I too get cranky when I eat too many carbs." he said, giving off the impression he cared about his diet. He internally whooped when you chuckled, glad that he made you laugh. "Here's a fun game. Let's see how many of these blue M&Ms you can throw in my mouth." He chucked you the packet. "I'm not a very good thrower." you warned.

"Oh, I know." You threw the bag at his face and it hit him right in the forehead. Perhaps you were a better thrower than you thought. "Ow!" he yelled before gasping, "That's police brutality." You shook your head. He threw the bag back. "Come on then, (y/l/n), I'll give you a dollar for every one that goes in my mouth." Your eyes narrowed as you opened the packet. "Oh, you're on, Peralta."

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unstable-cherub · 7 years ago

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The First Time and the Aftermath: Growing Up A Niña Peluda

I was always aware of my body hair. When I was a young girl, I used to lay down on my mom’s bed at her feet while she watched tv. Sometimes, if she wore pants that stopped mid calf, I would run my hand up and down her shin. She didn’t shave and her leg hairs were long and prominent. Even back then, I had just as much leg hair as her, but she never saw her leg hair as something to be ashamed of, so I thought nothing of mine either. It was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, our house was green, and I had hairy legs. And arms. And, well, just about everything else. I was a hairy kid.

The earliest, clearest memory I have of a time when I was made to feel ashamed of my body hair was when I was sitting in class. I was 9 years old. The teacher had assigned us to do group work, so the boys in my class had huddled around in a group near my desk. One of the boys named Trej was talking loudly enough for me to hear, so when he said my name, I turned to look automatically. I turned just in time to hear him say, and I quote, “Jasmine and Lolita, they’re hairy as hell, they’re like monsters. That’s why Lolita wears sweaters all the time now. She tries to hide it, because, you know–” and here he paused, ran his hands up and down his forearms, scrunched his face up in disgust, and shuddered dramatically while all the boys surrounding him laughed. I remember it with perfect clarity. The moment forever burned into my brain. I remember freezing. I remember going numb. I remember turning to look at Lolita who sat only a few desks away. I noticed that she was, in fact, wearing a sweater even though no one else was. I took in the way she looked down at her desk, the way her shoulders sagged. It was then that I knew that she had heard everything too. She looked defeated. That’s when the feeling of absolute shame and humiliation washed over me. I felt like an idiot. My classmates thought I was disgusting, and here I’d been completely oblivious to it. That was the last time I showed my arms in class.

There were other instances throughout my childhood and each one is, unfortunately, embedded in my memory. By seventh grade, I’d stopped showing my legs as well, after my cousin had made fun of me and said that I’d had “monster-hairy legs”. I guess monster analogies were popular. It wasn’t just my arm/leg hair that made me the target of jokes. It seemed like every aspect of my body was up for grabs, but to stay on the topic of body hair, they also made fun of my sideburns, my thick eyebrows, and the peach fuzz on my upper lip. Maybe if it had just been the kids at school, I could have endured the teasing a lot better, but my siblings were just as ruthless. Perhaps more so.

It got to the point where my mom and my oldest sister finally confronted me the summer after seventh grade. They got me alone in my parents’ bedroom and then asked me what was wrong. At first, I tried to deny everything, but they were persistent, so eventually I stopped denying it. I told them everything. When I was done, my sister said, “well, if you want to, you can start shaving. It’s easy. If you want, you can just shave your legs. I don’t bother shaving my arms, even though they’re hairy as fuck. It’s too much work for me.” My mom just looked down at the ground and said, “but I like you just the way you are now. I never bothered with all that shaving stuff.” and I sniffled and said, “but I bet the kids at school never called you ‘gorilla’.”

The next day, I got home from school to find a grocery bag on my bed. Inside was a canister of shaving cream. My mom never mentioned it, so I didn’t either. The first time I shaved, I did just the top of my left thigh. I just wanted to see what it would be like. I remember being unable to stop running my hands up and down the smooth patch of skin there. Eventually, I managed to pull my pajama pants back up and go about my day again, but that same night, as I lay in bed, I stuck my hand down and felt my thigh again. I hadn’t been able to place the feeling building inside me earlier, but as I lay there half-asleep, I finally placed it. It was relief I felt.

For the next few weeks, I shaved my legs, but I continued to wear pants. For some reason, I felt kind of embarrassed about displaying my newly smooth legs. Then one day, my mom and younger brother asked me to help them give our dog a bath, so I ran into my room and threw on some shorts and then ran back down the stairs before I could convince myself it was a bad idea. They both did a double take when they saw me. My brother said, “what the–? you’re wearing shorts again?” and my mom looked down at my legs and said, “oh”. I ignored both of them and they didn’t say anything else.

Since then, I shaved my legs consistently, but my sister’s words stayed with me and I never bothered to shave my arms. I tried hard not to be self-conscious about my arm hair, and for the first two years of high school, I almost managed to convince myself I was over it. Then one day in Photography class, the boy sitting next to me turned to his friend and very loudly pronounced, “I just don’t understand why some girls won’t shave their arms. It’s not fucking hard and really, no one wants to see that.” Thankfully, I was wearing a long-sleeve cardigan that day, but I remember turning beet red anyway. I’d worn short-sleeve shirts in that class before. There was something else besides embarrassment that day though. For the first time, I also felt annoyed, because I had looked down and noticed this guy’s arms were hairy. Once I realized that, I immediately realized he had no fucking business telling anyone else to shave their arms. The only difference between him and I was that he had been born a boy, and because of that difference he felt confident enough, comfortable enough to demand that girls do something he himself couldn’t be bothered with. I was irritated beyond belief.

Still, even though I knew it was unfair, I stopped showing my arms again after that. It had been a nice two years, but that incident set me back and I was too embarrassed to show my arms again. I confided in my best friend at the time, told her that I’d been made fun of my whole life and that after hearing him say that in class, I couldn’t bring myself to show my arms anymore. I thought she would understand, even though she was pretty smooth-skinned herself. Maybe she did understand the seriousness of how I felt, but I’d prefer to think that she didn’t. It hurts less that way, because one day, we were arguing. We were always arguing, that was the basis of our friendship, but on this particular day, we were at Disneyland with the rest of AV Club. It was late and we were waiting for the bus to pick us up and take us back to school. I don’t remember what started that argument, but I remember that we had an audience. Two boys named Jaime and Pepe. Not quite friends of ours, but friendly nonetheless. They were listening to my best friend and I bicker and they were laughing. I said something, I don’t remember what it was anymore, but it made me feel smug, especially when I heard her gasp and the two boys laugh. I think I must have won the argument. Until she spoke up.

I should have known better. She hated losing. Absolutely hated it. So I shouldn’t have been all that surprised when she shouted at the top of her lungs, “Well, at least I don’t have hairy man arms!” But I was surprised anyway. I didn’t know what to say to that, because I’d told her that in confidence. I’d cried about it to her. I didn’t think she would ever use my insecurities against me. So I just froze and stood there while Jaime and Pepe laughed and while she stood there snickering at me. I tried to shrug it off, tried to tell myself she didn’t actually mean it, but looking back now, it’s obvious that she did. She knew it would hurt me and that’s precisely why she did it.

It’s not hard to see why I spent the next year too ashamed to show my arms when I had her making snide comments about my arm hair at every opportune moment. Eventually, she and I stopped being friends, but to this day, I still don’t show my arms very often. I try not to let people’s comments, past and present, affect me, but it’s hard trying to battle years and years of merciless bullying, mean comments, and insecurities. I still only ever show my arms around family and friends. It’d probably be easier for me if I just shaved my arms like I do with my legs, but for some reason, I don’t like the idea of doing that.

A year ago, I bought a hair removal cream because my friend said she liked it better than shaving. I put a little bit on my arm, just to see what that would be like, like I did with my leg so many years ago. The cream worked fine, but I didn’t feel the same sense of relief as I did back then, so I didn’t apply the cream to the rest of my arm.

I don’t think I could ever get rid of my arm hair. Every time I think about it, I can’t help but think of the guy from my Anthropology Lab class. He’d liked me. I know he did, because I’m clueless as fuck and for me to pick up on it, he had to have been pretty obvious. He’d added me on Facebook though, and one day, he shared a video of women celebrating their body hair, and he’d captioned it “freaks”. After that, I kept him at a distance. I couldn’t cut him off completely because he was my lab partner, but I kept our interactions to a minimum. If that’s what he thought about hairy women, then it didn’t matter that he liked me. He only liked me because he hadn’t seen my arms. If he ever did, I’m sure he would have been just as disgusted with me as he was with the women in that video. I’d liked him a lot and yet, it never seriously occurred to me to shave my arms for him. Shaving my arm hair would have felt like betraying those women. Maybe that sounds stupid, and maybe I’m just making my life more difficult than it has to be, I already shave my legs and get my eyebrows done after all, but for some reason, getting rid of my arm hair is where I draw the line.

I guess it's because I’m trying hard to love myself, but I have to keep some semblance of my past self in order to do that. I feel like it wouldn’t count otherwise. And maybe I won’t ever achieve self-love, maybe I’ll always hate my arm hair, maybe I won’t ever feel comfortable showing my arms, but I won’t ever stop trying. I won’t let those comments from the past get the best of me. I owe it to the little girl I once was. She deserved to know that what those people said about her wasn’t right, that there wasn’t anything wrong with her to begin with, and not shaving feels like the right way to do that.

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phoenixpinks · 7 years ago

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TEAM LAZARUS 1001 NAMES

40 pages you crazies, it’s been a fun year as record keeper.

Let’s try and reach 2,000 for next year!

Note: There are some spots where the emojis just didn’t register for me in the chat title.

1) Team Lazarus

2) Team Adorable

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4) a FUCKING glass

5) SHEER MASTERMINDS

6) THE ANSWER IS NUN (STRIKE 2? WE’RE HAVING NUN OF THAT!)

7) FUCK CHUCK

8) Dream Team Lazy-R-Us

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11) Hello welcome to Lazarus how can we cry with you

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13) Team Lazarus Team Mom

14) Team Lazarus Team Mom Team Rosebush

15) Team Lazarus - Thorn Edition

16) Team Lazarus - Thorn Mom Edition

17) “Take that funky butt and shake it all around…” - Edward Nygma

18) Jonathan Crane brutally murders a bitch

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20) The Monarch returns to haunt us

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22) Two Pun or not Two pun, that is the question

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24) FUCK MONARCH

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26) Jonathan Crane is totally fine there is aboslutly nothing wrong

27) Great Googly Moogly Everything’s Gone to Shit

28) @SkypeOfficial please remove this group there’s been a terrible mispunderstanding

29) endgame: jonathan slapping edward’s ass

30) Team Lazarus, Weakpoint: Hydration

31) Team Lazarus Momobile Beep Beep

32) Team Firewood

33) 847-bOI

34) The Doctor is In!

35) Mom Squad Roll Out

36) The Nyma Sass

37) The Nygma Sass

38) Sass Machine

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40) CRANE LIVES CALLOOH CALLAY

41) Mission: Save Riddler’s sassy ass

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46) Beep Beep here comes spooky

47) doot doot here comes spooky

48) Beep Beep here comes spooky

49) NOOT NOOT HERE COMES SPOOPY

50) Beepy Boopy here comes the spoop lord

51) here comes a sexy spooky

52) Our Lord and Saviour Jonathan Crane, hallowed be thine burlap,

53) Cult of Burlap and Riddles

54) DJ JC as the lead show with Rapper E.Nygma as backup

55) 55

56) Codot don’t do it oH MY GOD

57) Brb pizza

58) I wanted a turn to change the title sorry guys

59) SO IT IS TO BE WAR BETWEEN US

60) You don’t control me

61) You never leave. Not really.

62) Save the pupper

63) Save the Riddler

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67) NEVER

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70) Great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit… AGAIN

71) Trust a GCPD officer who makes bad puns in high stress times

72) Blessed by Scarepai

73) Welcome back

74) DID SOMEONE SAY MONARCH

75) I imagine when Jonathan saves Edward and the rogues see him again Jonathan’ll grab Edward, pull him in front of him, look dead ahead, and then someone’ll put on the opening theme of lion king while a lone spotlight shines down on edward

76) wE’rE aLl MaD HeRe

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78) #PrayForCodotChords2k16

79) Rip GCPD 2k16 never forget 🙏🙏🙏

80) Crane deserves better than this

81) Pish Posh you’ve turned the Hatter into a Hater!

82) The Mad Hater Needs His Fucking Alice

83) The Mad Hater Needs A Fucking Life

84) Y'all need a fucking life more

85) Stop being mean to Jervis

86) being mean to jervis gives me life

87) Y u hatin on Jervis

88) leave my mad bby alone

89) Jervis did nothing wrong

90) Jervis did EVERYTHING WRONG WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT

91) JERVIS DID NOTHING WRONG

92) RIDDLE 9 BOI

93) Half-Past Alfred

94) SPOOKY SCARY sceletus

95) Y'all need help

96) RIP Codot

97) Too Smart for the Plans to Find the Smartest 98) BREAK A LEG JON

99) BREAK BOLTON’S LEG JON

100) FUZZ IS A TEACHER’S PET (AND PROUD)

101) We befriended murder sempai

102) We befriended murder sempai

103) Make a bff bracelet with murder senpai

104) “Shake the Box to See if it Complains

105) "What a SPOOKtacular occasion” - Jonathan Crane at some point

106) Ra’s League of Legends

107) Riddler’s Label Pen

108) Can THEY get Edward’s cup of hot cocoa right???

109) Have fun storming the castle

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116) DAMMIT HANNAH

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118) Hannah Killed Crane!!

119) “tgis chat changes names faster than the captor changes his rules”

120) Moon Moon, Prince of Prose

121) Books-R-Us 2k16

122) angst, puns and ocs

123) Codot as Theo Saurus 2k16"

124) Ready for pain

125) #kingtheo2k16

126) A-TEAM BADA BING BADA BOOM

127) *faux french accent* A-TEAM BADA BING BADA BOOM

128) YOU GET A CAT, YOU GET A CAT, EVERYBODY GETS A CAT!!!

129) Story Planners Inc.

130) M O N A R C H

131) E D W A R D ’ S A S S

132) What the heckle deckle did you just diddly done say about me, you little nerd? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Meme Team, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on The Captor, and I have over 3 confirmed riddle solves. I am trained in online research and I’m the top blogger in the entire codot army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you clean out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my diddly words. You think you can get away with saying that lie to me over the Internet? Think again, meanie. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Team Lazarus and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your riddleS. You’re dead, Hush. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can out meme you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in internrt combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Google and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hints off the face of the continent, you little twerp. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” kidnapping was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your undank memes.. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you snake. I will rain puns all over you and you will drown in it. You’re dead, you viper.

133) Hello Arkham, I have 23 more patients to be admitted

134) Team Lazarus

135) Good 👏 Luck 👏 Brown 👏

136) Morals What Morals

137) Crane confirmed Pyro main in TF2

138) INTO THE KILN

139) SAVE JONATHAN CRANE 2K16

140) Thomas more like ThomASS

141) INTO THE KILN

142) doting ignorami

143) LET JON USE HIS SCYTHE 2K16

144) Spoopy Scary Skeletor 💀

145) HROO HRAA 🎃👻💀

146) TEAM CRANE 2K16

147) TEAM MEME 2K16

148) FREE EDWARD NYGMA 2K16

149) FREE EDWARD NYGMA’S UNGRATEFUL ASS 2K16

150) Meaningful

151) Murder Sempai and the Ungrateful Kid in Time-Out

152) What the heckle deckle did you just diddly done say about me, you little nerd? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Meme Team, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on The Captor, and I have over 3 confirmed riddle solves. I am trained in online research and I’m the top blogger in the entire rids army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you clean out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my diddly words. You think you can get away with saying that lie to me over the Internet? Think again, meanie. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Team Lazarus and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your riddleS. You’re dead, Hush. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can out meme you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in internrt combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Google and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hints off the face of the continent, you little twerp. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” kidnapping was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your undank memes.. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you snake. I will rain puns all over you and you will drown in it. You’re dead, you viper.

153) Thank you, Codot

154) AFTER PARTY

155) AFTER PARTY (Thank you, Codot)

156) Hush: I finally have it, the brightest of minds…. *taps into followers minds* // Followers: nEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWNNNN // Hush: what the f-

157) 4311791161/174743432/17237911/974773/7353

158) Happy Birthday, Bill!

159) #GiveCrocaDuckling2k16

160) Password: M O N A R C H

161) #GiveJonathanCraneHisRingBack2k17

162) #GiveAllTheRougesBetterChildhoods2kforver

163) SaveZsasz2k16

164) #ChangeTheEducationSystem2k16

165) #IbelieveinZsazs

166) Clayface is at it again

167) Team Blanket Fort

168) Sionis’s Poor Mini Golf Score

169) Recollective Music Box

170) TEAM BERET

171) #TeamMimikyu

172) FUCK U TEAM BOARDGAME HAT

173) wow

174) screw you guys i’m going home

175) MASQUERADE PAPER FACES ON PARADE

176) a disaster beyond imagination

177) BRING DOWN THE CHANDELIER

178) paaaast the point of no return

179) Riddler’s butt club

180) IM NOT CLAYFACE OMF

181) Riddler’s peanut gallery

182) And how does that make you feel?

183) Codot save us from the math

184) Codot, Challenger Of Trig 2k16

185) THE MIDDLE FINGET

186) Monarch

187) How to train your fly trap by Pamela Isley

188) How to train your fly trap by Pamela Isley (Illustrated by Harley)

189) How to train your fly trap by Pamela Isley (Illustrated by Harley) And brought to life by Edward Nygma (narrator) and Jonathan Crane (fly trap)

190) Team Lazarus: Study Group

191) Riddle me this

192) It’s Sad O’ Clock

193) FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

194) Team Lazarus is breaking down Arkham’s door!

195) Monarch

196) New Title

197) Bookworm did nothing wrong and is precious

198) Asshole McAsshole Nashton: Edward’s father

199) Ashton Nashton Strikes Again

200) Team Lazarus: So extra

201) Protect Query from gross men

202) ANARCHY

203) “I am vengeance. I am the night. I AM MONARCH OF MENACE!

204) COME ON AND SLAM! AND WELCOME TO THE JAM!

205) Hannah’s at it again

206) Roman mcasshole Sionis

207) LetAlfredoBeHappy2k16

208) Pasta Shame

209) Team Lazarus’s Civil War: Don’t Cry Over Spilled Spaghetti

210) MASS SEND HROO HRAA

211) Hroo Hraa Secured

212) Operation: Make Edward Trust Us

213) #MakeEddieTrustUs2k17

214) Team Tiny Hroos

215) Detective Wayne- it’s me, Edward!

216) Indy’s Cane Thighs 👀

217) Nightmares and hell spawn

218) Leo got that dank fear toxin 👀👀👀

219) Den of Snakes

220) Den of Snakes

221) Den of Sneks (and one fox)

222) Dat Snort Tho

223) Haroo haraa

224) Snek snek snek snek snek

225) Get that stanky broken bond stuff away from me

226) Brown my lord and savior

227) Meet Zsaszarus Pit in the Lazarus Pit where its Lazarus Lit

228) MEET ME IN THE COURT, THOMAS

229) Sinister Memes

239) Hannah is Clayface. Must elminate Hannah.

240) I AM NOT CLAYFACE

241) ProtectStrawChild2k16

242) Don’t talk to me or my children about that 3D Batman cartoon EVER AGAIN

243) Alfredo Pennyworth 2k16

244) IT’S RAINING FURRIES

245) Mom Squad

246) Crane Spank

247) Crane Spank - Rated G for everyone

248) I will not embrace that man - Jonathan Crane

249) Swiggity swooty comin’ for that booty

250) Jervis is a smol bun bun

251) I AM NAUGHT CLAYFACE

252) I AM NAUGHT CLAYFACE (She lies)

253) I AM NAUGHT CLAYFACE (She lies) SO, NEGATIVE CLAYFACE?

254) CodotisaGift2k16

245) [7:15:18 AM] Make like a Crane and burn him down

246) #Rogues!LittleShopOfHorrors

247) Dig Dug Dimmadome

248) Jello Crane

249) Support Sanna 2k16

250) Jon Crane the Science Train

251) The Scarecrow and his Tiny Hroos

252) The Scarecrow and his Tiny Hroos

253) Crane save us from the angry cheeto man

254) Alpacutie255) #KingCodot

256) Francesco the tap dancing cocktail shrimp

257) LetVictorAndNoraBeHappy2k16

258) Indy the cutest (snek)

259) 🎉Happy Birthday, Indy the cutest (snek) 🎉

260) Support Bookworm 2k16

261) Codot Is Our King, He Should V/O Everything

262) Jon, Jon, Jon, TITS, cats

263) #KingSkeletor

264) Give your bae the FLIPPER

265) Ahem... TITTYSPRINKLES AWAAAAAAAAAAY!

266) Zsasz vs Codot meme battle

267) Jonathan Crane's Rent is Too Damn High

268) "IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME YOU DIE FOR REAL

269) FUCKING DOUSE ME IN FEAR TOXIN IDGAF I AM WILLING I AM READY

270) Aesthetic: Edward paired with Que Sera Sera

271) Aesthetic: Edward Nygma Kinkshaming Jonathan Crane

272) Jonathan Crane Loves The Sideboob

273) Lego Batman Voice: I'M BATMAN

274) Zsasz will fight your bullies for free

275) Drumpf The Sith Lord

276) Please no political stuff thank you

277) Oh my god Codot (TM)

278) "Oh my Godot

279) RIP Leo the Viper, October 2016-November 2016 🙏🙏🙏

280) RIP Leo the PENGUIN, October 2016-November 2016 🙏🙏🙏

281) #IBelieveInBookworm

282) #ICan'tBelieveZsazsisBookworm

283) _removed conversation name_

284) BLANK

285) SIX MILLION TONS OF WHITE BULLSHIT ON MY DRIVEWAY

286) Everyone Boop Zsasz's nose

287) Psyche

288) Hannah's teachers are crazy

289) CODOT: QUEEN OF FRANCE

290) Spats on Cats

291) The Great Gaysby

292) Alfredo is the parent they deserve #SaveThem

293) Scarecrows Long Leggies

294) Give Edward His Glasses Back 2K16

295) Never Forget

296) Zsasz your local gentle farmerer just wants to tend to her goats

297) Zsasz your local gentle farmemer just wants to tend to her goats

298) Jonathan Crane: The Point Hoarder

299) Spats Over Spandex, Fashions By Leo

300) "Riddle meme this, Batman!"

301) Spoopy Jono

302) Save me from the bad sci-fi

303) Scarebeast vs. Riddlebot

304) _removed conversation name_

305) 1 v 1 me mate

306) Fight Club: Team Lazarus Edition

307) Law and Order: Team Lazarus edition

308) FUZZ WILL RISE AGAIN

309) It's your local Scarebro and his spooky sales

310) All hail Brown, Keeper of the Lazarus Records

311) All hail Sanna, keeper of the AUs

312) Wayne!Rouges headcanon HQ

313) Do not let the dank city fall

314) DO IIIIIT

315) Crane: They're so goddamn stupid

316) Team Lazarus Is Torn Apart By Overwatch

317) Team Lazarus: a bunch of gleeful homewreckers.

318) Pyro marries Team Lazarus

319) Short people vs tall people: The Codot Wars

320) Question Mark Codpiece. Yep.

321) Yes Glitter

322) NO GLITTER

323) Things heating up in the glitter fandom

324) Pray for Zsasz

325) We are all Tesla

326) *FIGHT HANNAH'S TEACHER*

327) *FIGHT HANNAH'S TEACHER AND CLASSMATES*

328) Law and Order: Team Lazarus Edition episode 2

329) The Fashion Police: Team Lazarus Edition

330) "Emerald colored - he's so pretentious. It's GREEN." - Jonathan about Edward @ some point

331) Jon's crows and various corvids

332) Wanna know how I got these scars?

333) probably got them scars from a drunk dare dude

334) AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CODOT PARTY 'CAUSE A CODOT PARTY DON'T STOP

335) codot pls voice morgan freeman in gotham. not as lucius, just morgan freeman.

336) leo vs edward nygma

337) Hello Naughty Children It's Sad Time)

338) Hi Diddle Diddle It's Dr Riddle

339) Codot was here, but he was sent to bed. YOLO.

340) Smol Rids in Space *NYOOM*

341) RAH RAH RAH MASTER OF FEAR)

342) HRAA HRAA HRAA MASTER OF FEAR

343) Au central

344) Don't mention Edward's 500+ issues to him or he'll have a meltdown and likely recluse to a shell of his former self

345) Sanna go to bed

346) Sanna went to bed

347) Sanna went to bed (at last)

348) N E V E R F O R G E T

349) Waiting For Alfredo to snatch us

350) No One Expects the Boop-quisition

351) PIANO IS MY PARAMOUR

352) Cause he's a primadonna girl, yeah /all he ever wanted was batmans id

353) Happy Birthday Spoopy

354) Doctor Crane and His Horde of Interns

355) Doctor Crane and His Horde of Interns (Also Molly is my #queen support her 2k16)

356) Do Not Send Crane Bee Movie Quotes

357) According to all known laws of aviation...

358) Alex no. You're grounded.

359) there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

360) Go home, Alex.

361) Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.

362) COME ON AND SLAM

363) IF I GO OUT IT'S GOING TO BE BY FEAR TOXIN NOT SOME ORANGE CHEETO MAN

364) okay but have you seen trump's caterpillar

365) Killer croc is awesome

366) PROFESSOR CRANE MY KING (emojis removed)

367) LET RALPH HAVE HIS PEN 2k16

368) Let scarecrow have his classic origin in rebirth 2016

369) Let Jon have a scythe again 2k16

370) Hannah is still Clayface, BEWARE

371) Ban Lindsey 5ever

372) #LetIvySing2k16

373) Harvey Dent: Matchmaker Extraordinaire. :D

374) Our Lord and Saviour Jonathan Crane can handle trashy students. Unfortunately, Thomas Elliot is a SUPER trashy student

375) Ferret Lord Jonathan Crane 2k16

376) Jon is no longer ferret lord worthy

377) Make Crane love ferrets 2k16

378) Slenderman Only Fears Jonathan Crane

379) Me, banging my cooking pots outside of DC headquarters: LET FEMALE VILLAINS BE VILLAINOUS

380) CONFIRMED

381) Promote the garbage man to garbage boss

382) Everything Changed When the Boop Nation Attacked

383) Blessed by the spoopy presence of detective

384) ProtectIkky2k16

385) rip doctor spooky

386) DON'T HATE ON OTHERS BECAUSE YOU MADE A POOR GUESS

387) RIP HANNAH

388) Trigonometry more like trigoNOmetry

389) Mother Nature can take her frozen tears and throw them into the sun

390) A Rainbow of Bullshit

391) Ames deserves better 2k16

392) Bolton confirmed republican

393) Dollar Store Bane

394) Indy still needs to fight me in the pit

395) Ames V Indy: FIGHT ACROSS CANADA

396) Here I go, here I go, here I go again! Gotham, What's my weakness? Riddles!

397) fuck you

398) The power of puns compels you!

399) i've ascended good and evil fuck you all

400) Lego my fuckin eggo

401) Leo's corner

402) CONFIRMED

403) NOT CONFIRMED

404) C ON F I R M E D

405) DOUBLE C ON F I R M E D

406) DOUBLE C O N F I R M E D

407) FIGHTFIGHT

408) The coin says you're a punk-ass bitch -Harvey Dent, 2016

409) Becky deserves better 2k16

410) Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow

411) Who wants to date this Riddle Cutie?

412) DO YOUR HOMEWORK, TEAM LAZARUS

413) Eddie, you're one clever S.O.B.

414) Codot is the Spanish Inquisition

415) Home work more like n o.

416) FEARBREEZE

417) Gotta go spray the room with my fearbreeze

418) Why is Codot ass deep in medical notes?

419) codoot did the noot noot

420) Leo & Codot Sitting in a Tree…

421) Team Lazarus > Codot

422) eam Lazarus = Codot

423) ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD

424) Leo is pretty cool

425) Hickory Dickory Doc

426) You can't just marry everyone Pyro

427) Jervis is a weeb, Edward is a weeb, hell, we're all weebs

428) “Retreat, retreat! It’s all a part of my cunning plan, really!”

429) #LetEdwardPlayPiano2k16

430) Im gonna name my mimikkyu "Eddie" because they both just want to be loved

431) Professional Chicken Holder

432) _removed conversation name_

433) http://lankybrunettepartdeux.tumblr.com/private/153587955220/tumblr_oh4qhizCiE1u7xkfs

434) (turkey) (turkey) (turkey)

435) #codootdoot

436) Jon didn't do anything wrong

437) Jon did a lot fo things wrong but not all of them

438) Riddler does not get drunk, children. The Riddler just has fun.

439) STUCK IN THE FEAR JEANS FOREVER

440) Fear Jeans

441) STUCK IN THE FEAR JEANS FOREVERZ

442) rankled

443) rankled fear jeans

444) WRITING IDEAS FUCK YEAH

445) They are all here...in the Twilight Zone *doo doo doo doo doo doo doo*

446) RIDDLER'S LABEL PEN RETURNS

447) Clayface is my hero

448) King COdot

449) King Codot

450)King Codootdoot

451) KINGshame Codoot

452) Tea Time w Hannah

453) Cake Wars

454) This chat title will now change every one minute

455) Hello mtv welcome to my crib *points at sinkhole in ground*

456) HUMPSUIT

457) END OF DAYS: A Telltale Games Series

458) "THANKS DAD" IM SCREAMINF

459) Jonathan Cr-EH-ne

460) TWO F-EH-CE

461) Memeobile, Codotcycle, and 2013 toyota corolla

462) FEED ME

463) what the frick frack paddywhack is this fucking cat

464) YOU'RE UNDER ARREST CUTIE

465) HANNAH'S SISTER CONFIRMS, HANNAH IS CLAYFACE

467) HANNAH IS THE ALPHA TWIN

468) HANNAH IS THE ALPHA TWIN

469) Hannah is Clayface, sister confirms

470) THE DAD MOM

471) s top with monarch i am tIRED

472) ikky licky his dicky

473) ikky licky his sTICKY NOTES JOKES

474) “jack call me jackie nashton”

475) KATIE WON THE HUNGER GAMES

476) SO PROUD OF LEO WINNING THE HUNGER GAMES

477) WAYLON DESERVES TO WIN THE HUNGRY GAMES

478) WAYLON WON THE HUNGER GAMES IN MY HEART

479) The coin says you're a punk ass bitch

480) KILLER COCK

481) hi diddle, cockzilla fucked my riddle

482) hi diddle diddle, cockzilla fucked my riddle

483) Ames and Indy official OTP

484) Codot dies from thirst

485) Indy dies from Programmer Dad Thirst

486) Gotham Thugs: The Musical!

487) This is discrimination against farmers and i have several pages of objections ranging from hatred on hay to blasphemy against my beans

488) Zsasz vs Zsasz Dad

489) Go to bed Sanna

490) Zsasz Vs the 21 other people in this chat pt 2

491) "We talked, we drowned people, we told our life stories!!!" -Emma 2016

492) Batman is judging you

493) Team Lazarus: Fire and friendship

494) CROC WITH PUPPIES

495) #Let DCCharactersHaveNiceThings2KForever

496) Almost 500 tittles

497) C'mon guys, we can make it! :D

498) My hotline isn't bling rn -Zsasz

499) Team Lazarus, blasting off again!

500) FIVE HUNDRED 500NER THAN EXPECTED

501) HAMBURGER MAN CONFIRMED TWO FACE

502) Codot is the oldest twin #Confirmed

503) Crane (singing and prepping a fear toxin injection): Granny got run over by a reindeer…

504) Crane (singing and prepping fear toxin): Granny got run over by a reindeer...

505) Batdad would like to have a word in the Batcave

506) endgame: edward kinkshaming jonathan for slapping his ass

507) CODOR

508) CODOR (Translation: "YOU SHOULD ALL BE LOCKED UP IN A CAGE WITHOUT A KEY!")

509) 2016: so bad the waynes might as well be murdered again

510) MITHRA MEOW

511) Knock Ivy and Jervis out with Dr. Spoop

512) HAPPY HOLIDAYS Y'ALL

513) AMES QUEEN OF KICKASS OCS

514) Hi my name is ethan darkness dementia raven cobblepot and i have peroxide blonde hair and blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me i look like dick grayson

515) RIP Jonathan Crane was fucking destroyed by Becky Albright

516) Tempting Fate

517) Pray 4 Leo

518) Pray That Leo’s Tablet Clears Customs

519) THE JELLO CUP STRIKES BACK

520) KING CODOT STRIKES AGAIN

521) Codot is a peach

522) time to shove a scythe up hIS ASS

523) Codot is a strange mutant adult child #Confirmed

524) LetRiddlerCry#2k16

525) The Riddler People Vs Codot

526) Codot's Cross-Ocean Speedo

527) We are assholes team lazarus

528) We are (assholes) team lazarus

529) Sarah's explosive flatulence

530) Codot the mediocre skype god

531) Codot the magnificent skype god

532) Riddler's Depressed Combat Bots

533) LetJonathanSayWhoopAss2k17

534) Give us the Red Hood/Rogues Kill Bill Joker hunt

535) Pray circle for Indy

536) SEXY LEXI LUTHOR

537) GOTHAM PRINCESS BRIDE GOTHAM PRINCESS BRIDE

538) Deathstroke the Strokedeath

539) Team Lazarus is breaking down, that's it. Nothing new here.

540) CODOT IS THE NUMBER ONE FOLKS

541) you got 2 leggies get walkin

542) WHERE'S MY MONEY YOU DIRTY BAGUETTE

543) LEO'S GOT A TABLET AGAIN

544) Leo and Ames: Defenders of the Gecko

545) Spoopy Birb

546) GIVE ME JESTER HARLEY OR GIVE ME DEATH

547) "I'll LEAF you to your thoughts."

548) because uncly Clayface is my friend

549) lizards are magic fuck you steve

550) Team Lazarus calls are magic

551) Happy Holidays ya memer

552) england sucks

553) MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS!!

554) well i just listened and my icy heart is now a furnace

555) Sad oclock is always on the horizon

556) Shine bright like dick graysons 90's suit

557) INDY MADE A PUNNY

558) CODOT RUINS CHRISTMAS 2016

559) CODOT RUINS BOXING DAY

560) FUCK 2016 SIDEWAYS WITH A CROWBAR

561) Death Titties

562) Codot's Pointy Death Titties

563) Indy was a Canadian before it was cool

564) ZSAZS PARLE LE FUCKING FRANÇAIS

565) CANADIAN DEATH MATCH

566) Is the sun a giant space heater

567) the fresh thane of scotland

568) Indy is a meme

569) FAREWELL 2016

570) Better step up your game the bis are your greatest hurdle

571) We are all sned

572) #LetEddiebe5'1 2k17

573) TOLS VS SMOLS 2K17

574) Dear Sylvester: Please don't kill clayface

575) Oops

576) Is that a challenge?

577) Purple Cauliflower is beautiful and should not be hated on 2k17

578) OSCAR ISAAC AS HARVEY DENT 2k17

579) MARK HAMILL MVP

580) KING DRURY MOTHMAN CONFIRMED

581) LEOOOOOOOOOOOOO

582) Ivy and the horrible baguette

583) Zsasz failed

584) #IBelieveInZsasz

585) Lep

586) EXPOSE ZSASZ 2K17

587) Tis I, the frenchiest fry

588) I will keep this title until Leo returns to symbolize how much I miss his absence

589) Riddler can't grow a beard so he just grows everything else instead

590) "Riddler can't grow a beard so he just grows everything else instead" - Indy, 01/13/2017

591) Operation: Leo Punches All The Riddlers

592) Operation: Leo Punches All The Riddlers, starting with Ames

593) YOOOOOU'RE HERE, THE FRENCHIEST FRY IS NEEEEAR,

594) ROGUES MUSICAL

595) "It's Gotham, reasonably wears spandex" -Hayden Ayala

596) SWEET SMELL OF SUCC

597) There's no 'I' in team but there is an 'I' in pizza

598) #IbelieveinHannah

599) Operation: "Fight Shitty Teachers" is underway

600) My brain is an intricate ecosystem which is on fire

601) DREAM TEAM MEME TEAM- RALPH, HAYDEN, AND AMIR

602) SYLVESTER SURPRISE

603) THERE'S A GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND DEATH IN HIS EYES

604) CLUB PENGUIN

605) Sucant Dehydrogenase more like SUCCant dehydrogenase

606) George Orwell can fight me

607) Mr Freeze studies CRY-ogenics

608) CODOT'S A DORK

609) MONARCH THEATRE

610) The perfume is a lie

611) We're never going to make it to 1,000 names at this rate

612) WE CAN DAMN WELL TRY

613) An epic quest of name-changing begins

614) WE GOTTA

615) Forgive my memeing sins

616) Chat name that's the entirety of the Bee Movie script

617) Chat name that's- NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

618) the size of riddler size of riddler's mASSIVE EGO

620) his peen's much smaller than his ego

621) Team flirt with almost all mols and their bosses

622) HROO HRAA SECURED

623) LICKY

624) Reasonably Priced Sarcasm

625) Reasonably Priced Sarcasm (Roll back on that attitude)

636) Whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous

637) Explain your misery in terms of how much you hate chem and fuck yous

638) Crazy Quilt is our new mascot sorry jon

639) Ta-dah! Sard broken

640) Team Lazarus goes to McDonald's

641) (งಠ_ಠ)ง

642) YAINT

643) BLOCKED DELETED UNFOLLOWED

644) Hannan

645) Arkham's newest inmate: The Monarch Theater

646) Codot is a teasing bastard

647) THE MEMEWORM STRIKES

648) STOPHENCHMENBULLYING2K17

649) STOPHENCHMENBULLYING2K17 (ALSO STOPSNAKESNAMEDKATIE2K17)

650) TEAM LAZARUS IN A TRENCHCOAT

651) Zsasz is the meme snake

652) #TEAMLAZARUSFIGHTSTHEEDUCATIONALSYSTEM

653) #memesoutfotzsasz

654) In this house we appreciate Codot

655) AMES IS A CUTE, DISCUSS

656) BROWN IS A CUTE, DISCUSS

657) Team Lazarus is filled with cuties: Discuss

658) Eddie and Ozzie: BrOTP For Life

659) Beware the Ides of March.

660) -pation

661) What is human

662) #IBelieveInLeo

663) BUTTS, GEORGIA

664) YAY EMMA

665) fuckin ninja nibs

666) Schemer is Poison Ivy! Spread the word!!!

667) Spoopy Dorito

668) Professor Spoopy Dorito PhD-MD

669) SNES

670) WAYLON MY BOY

671) Time for Jon to be a Major Asshole™

672) We Are All Clayface

673) I want you and your windows xp level memes out of my h OUSE

674) GIVE ME ALL YOUR SNOW

675) All's fair in love and mario kart

676) Happy Ides of March

677) KLARION THE BITCH BOY

678) Do you wanna kink or the fic -Zsasz

679) Katie Unwittingly Interrupts Serious Time in the Chat With Stupid Link

680) Leo needs to go to the SHAME CUBE

681) Ames is a beautiful Canadian princess and I love her

682) Lemme just jot that down in my "Big List Of Manipulative Dick Moves For Jon To Make"

683) Zsasz, please do not fight the Penguin. For your own safety.

684) Zsasz, please do not fight the Penguin. For your own safety. -Amie, 2017

685) The Great Soprano-Alto War

686) We Do Not, Leo.

687) i aint capullo

688) leo is capullo

689) Leo's art is dank

690) either cannibal or gay -Leo 2k17

691) My what a guy that Baaaaaaane

692) dark katies blog show me the hidden memes

693) uncovers batman's chest, revealing dem nipples behold

694) Tobias Whale can eat from the bag of infinite dicks.

695) AMES IS A CUTE

696) Codot could be lured to his death by Ames

697) Ames, please just visit the poor man!

698) Ames will visit the poor man when she gets the motivation and chance

699) 👀

700) Ames is the dankest meme

701) Ames is banned from 1v1-ing people

702) Edward Nygma is Nerd: discuss

703) Like 'I just mixed meth with crack and a splash of heroin and drank the thing like it was water in a desert'

704) We are drowning in the bred. Lik the bred.

705) I refuse to get verbally frisky with myself

706) I refuse to get verbally frisky with myself -Codot, 2017

707) I Believe in Jonathan Crane

708) And the SAD RP AWARD goes to ... Slyv

709) And the SAD RP AWARD goes to ... Sylvester stallone

710) OUR LORD AND SAVIOR DORITO CRANE

711) Leo gonna roast clayface so hard clayface'll become pottery

712) 19v1 everyone in this chat v ames

713) Zsasz 👏 Did 👏 No 👏 Wrong

714) #StopZsaszBullying2K17 715) #StopZsaszBullying2K17 (katie is innocent)

716) #StopKatieBullying2K17

717) http://lankybrunettepartdeux.tumblr.com/post/158985611430/when-theres-trouble-who-you-gonna-call-not

718) when there's trouble, who you gonna call? not edward because he's probably there anyway

719) President OSWALD 2020

720) leo and codot sITTIN IN A TREE

721) UKK YSE CREATIVITEA

722) I pray at my altar of sluts

723) ames more like aMESS

724) ProtectAmes2k17

725) Leo's Career Pseudonym: Not Greg Capullo

726) You gotta keep up to date on all the hot Team Lazarus memes

727) #TeamCondimentKing

728) #TeamCrazyQuilt

729) #TeamKiteMan

730) #TeamEgghead

731) #TeamKillerMoth

732) #TeamKingCobra

733) #TeamKillerCroc

734) #TeamKingCodot

735) #TeamLazarus

736) E G G

737) PYRO'S PROFESSOR IS CRANE #CONFIRMED

738) ALL CANADIANS ARE VIPERS

739) ALL CANADIANS (except amy ofc what an angel) ARE VIPERS

740) ALL CANADIANS (specially amy ofc) ARE VIPERS

741) Go the fuck to sleep, Brown! - Samuel L. Jackson

742) Think on your sins Lindsey

743) aH FUCMED IP

744) Leo stop looking @ the skype group and go nap gdi

745) HANZO IS TITTY ARCHER MAN

746) AMES NO

747) "Birds have nipples!"

748) oswald: imma suck the ornithonipnops

749) Katie the cyberbully

750) Katie n the Heelies sounds like a great band name

751) Chungus Humongous

752) Draw me like one of your sexy Jim Gordon's

753) Someone cure Katie's thirst for Jim Gordon

754) Judge Leo is now in court

755) Let Leo use a british accent 2k17

756) AMES' EMBARASSING PAST

757) y'all'd've g'dabbed

758) Rip amy killed by leo 2k17

759) I never stop. I MUST NEVER STOP. -Codot 2k17

760) #IkkyProtectionSquad

761) Leo spreads fake informaion like butter 2k17

762) Scaring Ames 2k17

763) why do you son

764) special memes for special ppl

765) Team Lazarus: Obsessed with the Zsaszarus

766) Zsasz is the new young god confirmed

767) *record scratch* so you're probably wondering how i became a cult idol 768) The Riddler Who Can't Solve Riddles

769) M'AIDER Stranded Frisk

770) BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

771) Ames, please explain WTF Canada is.

772) War of the heights

773) Little oyster

774) Amie has done nothing wrong.

775) #giveamescoffee2k17

776) Wow I can't believe Leo is the fucking pope

777) Wow I can't believe (amy) is the fucking pope

778) Wow can't believe Leo is actually Cthulhu

779) Leo should go to bed instead of eating doritos on a burger :):):)

780) Ames was an scene kid, discuss.

781) Believe in the nipple priest

782) Believe in the Nipple Priests

783) Clayface stop changing this without context or I will rip off your eye

784) Clayface stop changing this without context or I will rip off your eyelids

785) LONG LIVE THE NIPPLE PRIESTS

786) GO BACK TO BE POTTERY, CLAYFACE

787) Que sera sera, binch

788) Ikky is best birb

789) Everybody sue leo

790) I’ll fight you, strawman

791) There is a Strawman waiting in the sky

792) I <3 Amie

793) I LOVE ALPACA

794) I swim with dolphins at my own pace - Alpaca for president 2020

795) ames is a cute, confirmed

796) The things this chat makes me read

797) IM A CTUALLY CALLING THE RCMP

798) Jonathan and Oswald attend furrycon together

799) Jonathan, Oswald, and Selina attend furrycon together

800) hello my name is ebony darkness dementia raven way I have long black f

801) hello my name is ebony darkness dementia raven way I have long black fur and blood red eyes and i n'ya a lot

802) I can't believe Cluemaster is from Ames' town

803) Y'ALL'RE DIRTY SINNERS

804) ZSASZ WE'RE SORRY PLEASE COME BACK

805) Katie hecked up so badly we are gonna see a shitpost of the shitpost

806) KATIE IS PURE AND IS VOID OF LEO'S SIN

807) Leo is my confirmed memer in crime

808) PYGMALION MORE LIKE PYGMALINO

809) ames wants a trudeau body pillow, don't believe her lies

810) cant believe katie encourages leos bad habits smh dead 2 me

811) #GiveCraneAYellowRing2k17

812) Katie 4 president (of my ❤ if i have one)

813) ames secretly loves the pyg

814) MY QUEEN AMES

815) Are you a chouchou person or a moonmoon person

816) we are Bros or Foes no inbetween

817) Wow I can't believe the dirty baguette is responsible for Jon's Arkham asylum outfit

818) Leo is a snek #confirmed

819) HES A FILTHY FEAR BOY

820) I prefer my clowns without legs

821) Thou hath me shooketh

822) MIEF

823) A DEN OF MIEFS

824) When u gotta carve that pig bc bae is coming but u feed ur victims to ur pigs???? (Emojies removed bc they fucked with the document)

825) When bae says he didnt poison ur wine 😍😍😍❤❤❤❤👅👅👅👅👅👅✊✊✊✊💦💦💦💦💦

826)Can't believe Katie wants to marry Lucenzo Daddy-tino 😧😧😧

827) Katie just wants to live with Harvey Bullock and his cats, thank u very much

828) LET 👏 DADDY-TINO 👏 LIVE 👏

829) Katie cheated Luncenzo with Bullock and thats why Bullock is dead

830)Can't believe Bullock got decked my Katies THOT 😭😭😭😭

831) Can't believe Katies THOT tried to seduce Jonathan Crane via pork dinner and expensive wine 😭📞🚔🚔🚔🚔

832) i can't believe oswald cobblepot is taller than ames (insert a million emoji's here)

833) i can't believe oswald cobblepot is taller than ames 😭😭😭✊✊✊💦💦💦👅👅👅👀👀👀

834) Famemely of Meifs

835) Memebers of the Mief Famemely

836) EVERYTHING THREATENS TO GO TO SHIT...AGAIN

837) LET EDWARD NYGMA HAVE A THICC BOOTY 2K17

838) RIDDLER HAS NO BUTT

839) ur'e

840) B O I

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

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

843) CRASHIN MY SKYPE YA GODLESS HEATHEN

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

845) NOOOOOOOO

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

847) IM PUTTIN MY FOOT DOWN

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

849) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

850) Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but non prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss. (laughs) Like that's ever gonna happen. What a load of - (toilet flush) Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go after the ogre. NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME MAN1Think it's in there? MAN2All right. Let's get it! MAN1Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? MAN3Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread. Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs. SHREKYes, well, actually, that would be a giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse. They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin. MENNo! SHREKThey'll shave your liver. Squeeze the jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's quite good on toast. MAN1Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya! (waves the torch at Shrek.) Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the men are in the dark. SHREKThis is the part where you run away. (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.) And stay out! (looks down and picks up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted. Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and throws the paper over his shoulder.) THE NEXT DAYThere is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three little pigs. GUARDAll right. This one's full. Take it away! Move it along. Come on! Get up! HEAD GUARDNext! GUARD(taking the witch's broom) Give me that! Your flying days are over. (breaks the broom in half) HEAD GUARDThat's 20 pieces of silver for the witch. Next! GUARDGet up! Come on! HEAD GUARDTwenty pieces. LITTLE BEAR(crying) This cage is too small. DONKEYPlease, don't turn me in. I'll never be stubborn again. I can change. Please! Give me another chance! OLD WOMANOh, shut up. (jerks his rope) DONKEYOh! HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? GIPETTOThis little wooden puppet. PINOCCHIOI'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his nose grows) HEAD GUARDFive shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away. PINOCCHIOFather, please! Don't let them do this! Help me! Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up to the table. HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? OLD WOMANWell, I've got a talking donkey. HEAD GUARDRight. Well, that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it. OLD WOMANOh, go ahead, little fella. Donkey just looks up at her. HEAD GUARDWell? OLD WOMANOh, oh, he's just...he's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt... HEAD GUARDThat's it. I've heard enough. Guards! OLD WOMANNo, no, he talks! He does. (pretends to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. HEAD GUARDGet her out of my sight. OLD WOMANNo, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled with fairy dust and he's able to fly. DONKEYHey! I can fly! PETER PANHe can fly! 3 LITTLE PIGSHe can fly! HEAD GUARDHe can talk! DONKEYHa, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink to the ground.) He hits the ground with a thud. HEAD GUARDSeize him! (Donkey takes of running.) After him! GUARDSHe's getting away! Get him! This way! Turn! Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally. Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He quickly hides behind Shrek. HEAD GUARDYou there. Ogre! SHREKAye? HEAD GUARDBy the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement facility. SHREKOh, really? You and what army? He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and begins walking back to his cottage. DONKEYCan I say something to you? Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible! SHREKAre you talkin' to...(he turns around and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back around and Donkey is right in front of him.) Whoa! DONKEYYes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of that. Then you showed up, and bam! They was trippin' over themselves like babes in the woods. That really made me feel good to see that. SHREKOh, that's great. Really. DONKEYMan, it's good to be free. SHREKNow, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends? Hmm? DONKEYBut, uh, I don't have any friends. And I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey, wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll stick with you. You're mean, green, fightin' machine. Together we'll scare the spit out of anybody that crosses us. Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very loudly..

851) SCREAMS OUT OF FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

852) Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but non prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss. (laughs) Like that's ever gonna happen. What a load of - (toilet flush) Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go after the ogre. NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME MAN1Think it's in there? MAN2All right. Let's get it! MAN1Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? MAN3Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread. Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs. SHREKYes, well, actually, that would be a giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse. They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin. MENNo! SHREKThey'll shave your liver. Squeeze the jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's quite good on toast. MAN1Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya! (waves the torch at Shrek.) Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the men are in the dark. SHREKThis is the part where you run away. (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.) And stay out! (looks down and picks up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted. Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and throws the paper over his shoulder.) THE NEXT DAYThere is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three little pigs. GUARDAll right. This one's full. Take it away! Move it along. Come on! Get up! HEAD GUARDNext! GUARD(taking the witch's broom) Give me that! Your flying days are over. (breaks the broom in half) HEAD GUARDThat's 20 pieces of silver for the witch. Next! GUARDGet up! Come on! HEAD GUARDTwenty pieces. LITTLE BEAR(crying) This cage is too small. DONKEYPlease, don't turn me in. I'll never be stubborn again. I can change. Please! Give me another chance! OLD WOMANOh, shut up. (jerks his rope) DONKEYOh! HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? GIPETTOThis little wooden puppet. PINOCCHIOI'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his nose grows) HEAD GUARDFive shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away. PINOCCHIOFather, please! Don't let them do this! Help me! Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up to the table. HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? OLD WOMANWell, I've got a talking donkey. HEAD GUARDRight. Well, that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it. OLD WOMANOh, go ahead, little fella. Donkey just looks up at her. HEAD GUARDWell? OLD WOMANOh, oh, he's just...he's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt... HEAD GUARDThat's it. I've heard enough. Guards! OLD WOMANNo, no, he talks! He does. (pretends to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. HEAD GUARDGet her out of my sight. OLD WOMANNo, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled with fairy dust and he's able to fly. DONKEYHey! I can fly! PETER PANHe can fly! 3 LITTLE PIGSHe can fly! HEAD GUARDHe can talk! DONKEYHa, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink to the ground.) He hits the ground with a thud. HEAD GUARDSeize him! (Donkey takes of running.) After him! GUARDSHe's getting away! Get him! This way! Turn! Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally. Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He quickly hides behind Shrek. HEAD GUARDYou there. Ogre! SHREKAye? HEAD GUARDBy the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement facility. SHREKOh, really? You and what army? He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and begins walking back to his cottage. DONKEYCan I say something to you? Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible! SHREKAre you talkin' to...(he turns around and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back around and Donkey is right in front of him.) Whoa! DONKEYYes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of that. Then you showed up, and bam! They was trippin' over themselves like babes in the woods. That really made me feel good to see that. SHREKOh, that's great. Really. DONKEYMan, it's good to be free. SHREKNow, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends? Hmm? DONKEYBut, uh, I don't have any friends. And I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey, wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll stick with you. You're mean, green, fightin' machine. Together we'll scare the spit out of anybody that crosses us. Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very loudly.." ***

853) jESUS CHRIST ON A CROSS

854) Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but non prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss. (laughs) Like that's ever gonna happen. What a load of - (toilet flush) Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go after the ogre. NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME MAN1Think it's in there? MAN2All right. Let's get it! MAN1Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? MAN3Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread. Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs. SHREKYes, well, actually, that would be a giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse. They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin. MENNo! SHREKThey'll shave your liver. Squeeze the jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's quite good on toast. MAN1Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya! (waves the torch at Shrek.) Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the men are in the dark. SHREKThis is the part where you run away. (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.) And stay out! (looks down and picks up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted. Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and throws the paper over his shoulder.) THE NEXT DAYThere is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three little pigs. GUARDAll right. This one's full. Take it away! Move it along. Come on! Get up! HEAD GUARDNext! GUARD(taking the witch's broom) Give me that! Your flying days are over. (breaks the broom in half) HEAD GUARDThat's 20 pieces of silver for the witch. Next! GUARDGet up! Come on! HEAD GUARDTwenty pieces. LITTLE BEAR(crying) This cage is too small. DONKEYPlease, don't turn me in. I'll never be stubborn again. I can change. Please! Give me another chance! OLD WOMANOh, shut up. (jerks his rope) DONKEYOh! HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? GIPETTOThis little wooden puppet. PINOCCHIOI'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his nose grows) HEAD GUARDFive shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away. PINOCCHIOFather, please! Don't let them do this! Help me! Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up to the table. HEAD GUARDNext! What have you got? OLD WOMANWell, I've got a talking donkey. HEAD GUARDRight. Well, that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it. OLD WOMANOh, go ahead, little fella. Donkey just looks up at her. HEAD GUARDWell? OLD WOMANOh, oh, he's just...he's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt... HEAD GUARDThat's it. I've heard enough. Guards! OLD WOMANNo, no, he talks! He does. (pretends to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. HEAD GUARDGet her out of my sight. OLD WOMANNo, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled with fairy dust and he's able to fly. DONKEYHey! I can fly! PETER PANHe can fly! 3 LITTLE PIGSHe can fly! HEAD GUARDHe can talk! DONKEYHa, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink to the ground.) He hits the ground with a thud. HEAD GUARDSeize him! (Donkey takes of running.) After him! GUARDSHe's getting away! Get him! This way! Turn! Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally. Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He quickly hides behind Shrek. HEAD GUARDYou there. Ogre! SHREKAye? HEAD GUARDBy the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement facility. SHREKOh, really? You and what army? He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and begins walking back to his cottage. DONKEYCan I say something to you? Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible! SHREKAre you talkin' to...(he turns around and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back around and Donkey is right in front of him.) Whoa! DONKEYYes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of that. Then you showed up, and bam! They was trippin' over themselves like babes in the woods. That really made me feel good to see that. SHREKOh, that's great. Really. DONKEYMan, it's good to be free. SHREKNow, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends? Hmm? DONKEYBut, uh, I don't have any friends. And I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey, wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll stick with you. You're mean, green, fightin' machine. Together we'll scare the spit out of anybody that crosses us. Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very loudly..

855) CHAOS IS THE NATURAL STATE OF THE UNIVERSE

856) hannah is ruining amys meme

857) AMES I RUINING BROWN'S GOOGLE DOC

858) Ames how the fuck did I miss that script mess how dare you not keep it

859) my professor is jonathan crane aND I ASKED HIM TO TEACH PSYCHOLOGY NEXT WEEK I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE A MISTAKE -pyro sea

860) "It's like a cape, but for my legs!" -Hannah, talking about her skirt

861) "You can't just quote me on everything!" -Lexi, 2017

862) 2472

863) canya pawnya yer anya

864) ames is a babe, confirmed

865) Schemer confirmed Two-Face

866) Disco Crane will haunt your dreams

867) Some Katies just want to watch the world burn

868) Schemer is a pure bean

869) Rip Jervi Colony 2k17

870) Dark Leo show us the forbidden pimp oswald

871) COTTON EYE JONNO

872) sameo leo - Ames, definitely

873) S K I N R I M

874) Team Lazarus; The Support group that came out of nowhere

875) Team Lazarus; Support Group

876) Lame Senior Pranks

877) why are cats meow so small

878) GET RIGGETY RIGGETY REKT, SPOOP LORD

879) Team Lazarus, Home of the Mysterious Cryptidrew

880) Green Man Yells at Drop Bears

881) #freethetiddy

882) YELLOW LANTERN DISCO CRANE

883) HE SQUEAK

884) MOTHERFUCKING DUCKLINGS

885) One Gay Family

886) We Are All Shook

887) Everyones moving to Earth 24 to join the JLC sorry

888) LET ME ADOPT UR CATS BROWN OR @ LEAST TELL EM I LOVE EM

889) SEVEN NATION AMY

890) SPLOOTING

891) WHERE'S OS-WALDO

892) Avacado Bears

893) Avacado Bears or Thunder Whales

894) o canada, our home and native land, true patriot love, w fear gas in our hand

895) "It's tiptoe time bicth"

886) "Feels good feels organic"

887) Ralph The Hero We Need But Don't Deserve

888) Team Lazarus Team Mom

889) Ames, this is an intervention

890) When your alter ego calls you daddy 🤔🤔🤔🤔👅?👅?👀👀👀👀👊👊👊💦💦💦¿¿¿¿

891) KNOCK KNOC FUCKERS EGGHEAD IS HERE

892) PROTECT RIDDLER AT ALL COST

893) Episode 3 of Season 9 - Zsasz Accidentally Joins A Cult

894) sppok

895) FUCK FATHER

896) Team Dank Meh-mehs

897) Frying Pan Padre

898) frying pan pa

899) frying pan pad

900) frying pan padre

901) Running Start

902) Media Murderer

903) Nut of the Tree

904) Time to Kinkshame Canada

905) Team Lazarus Contemplate Dating

906) Eleka Nahmen Nahmen Ah Tum Ah Tum Eleka Nahmen

907) ILLUMINABEE CONFIRMED

908) dream daddy has ruined my life.

909) sure thing Brown

910) EGG BABE

911) Dorkham Asylum

912) Just Gods, being Bros

913) take a goddamn bath, Sylvester

914) no

915) the gang

916) "On April 19th, I made bread."

917) Leeroy Jyingkins

918) bllaahhhh

919) #ProtectFemaleCharactersInDraculaAndItsAdaptations2K17

920) And then we see Lindsey screaming because this is so fucking awesome

921) What the heckle deckle did you just diddly done say about me, you little nerd? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Meme Team, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on The Captor, and I have over 3 confirmed riddle solves. I am trained in online research and I’m the top blogger in the entire codot army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you clean out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my diddly words. You think you can get away with saying that lie to me over the Internet? Think again, meanie. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Team Lazarus and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your riddleS. You’re dead, Hush. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can out meme you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in internrt combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Google and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hints off the face of the continent, you little twerp. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” kidnapping was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your undank memes.. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you snake. I will rain puns all over you and you will drown in it. You’re dead, you viper.

922) Y'ALL'RE KILLIN' MY POOR PHONE

923) Are we at tittle 1000 yet?

924) Plz watch young pope so i can talk abt it

925) *OFFENDED BAND KID NOISES*

926) *OFFENDED BAND KID NOISES AND CLARINET SQUEAKING*

927) *OFFENDED BAND KID NOISES AND CLARINET SQUEAKING AND SPIT VALVE GURGLING*

928) 'My room smells like fresh linens and Jesus' - My sister, 2k17

929)The question for some fucking Tim Hortons

930) The quest for some fucking Tim Hortons

931) Send a healer to Ames b4 she dies

932) Education Conversion Class

933) Shhhh he's sleeping

934) "Murder probably"

935) orf chumps

936) orc chumps

937) Protect the Orcs, their doing their best

938) Protect the Orc chumps, their doing their best

939) Protect the Orc chumps, they're doing their best

940) Team Lazarus; The Fellowship of the Riddle

941) awkward potato club

942) WORSHIP HIM FOOLS

943) Puzzle Me Like One of You French Boys

944) Puzzle Me Like One of Your French Boys

945) Make Amy the Wine Aunt 2k17

946) The Homeowners Guide to Homicide by Zsasz

947) Fre Sha Vaca Drew

948) all i want is pizza and tea

949) diggy dig

950) rip NON's teeth

951) IT's thE FINAL COUNTDOWNNN

952) Spooky Scary Kaitons

953) Aardvark v Anteater: Battle of the Cute

954) Compromise: Red Panda

955) WOOHOO YEAH EMMA LOOK AT THIS TALENTED BEAN

956) What the fuck are vampire laws?

957) AMES IS A CRYPTID BORN IN A FIELD

958) SHIA SURPRISE

959) TODAY NON WAS BORN

960) Everyone check put Emma's art!

961) Everyone check out Emma's art!

962) We all Love Ames

963) It's The Scarecrow, not The Grim Dino Bunny!!!

964) Let Jon be what he wnats 2k17

965) Jonathan can do better than reaping bunny dinosaur! 2k17

966) If Jonathan wants to be a reaping bunny dinosaur he can

967) Jonathan can't be both the God of Fear and a Reaping Bunny Raptor!

968) LET HIM DREAM

969) THIS AIN'T A DREAM!!!

970) Remember! Reality's an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold!

971) Let's make it 9 closer, shall we!

972) 👀👀👀👀

973) Teacher Ames

974) Hello darkness my old friend

975) 🙏🏼🙏🏼 Bless this mess 🙏🏼🙏🏼

976) Friskuella 4 lyfe

977) Young just ass

978) time for tea

979) Happy Spooptober!

980) Codot is back at it again 👀👀

981) It's October and shit's bout to go down, but I want to scream about DuckTales

982) Update: Ames is as cute as ever! 👌

983) Ames expands her meme kingdom

984) Ames the hallowmeme queen

985) Meme Queen Amemes

986) Jon and Sylv #goals 😍

987) T^T Emma fails Jervis - 10/6

988) Canada is a cult #confirmed

989) Nasty Boys™

990) Celery

991) World War Tea

992) Farmer Ames vs. Poison Ivy

993) Canada is already clean

994) Frisk, liberate us from the assignments

995) I snort the gas so I can pass

996) Brown breaks down over a deleted art folder but by magic gets it back

997) #GiveScarecrowHugs2k17

998) PLEASE SAVE AMY

999) How close are we, Sassy??

1000) Operation recover pom pom

1001) TEAM LAZARUS 1001 NAMES

#CONGRATS YOU GUYS #PROUD OF YOU

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