#yeah it is SI oc what u gonna do

[kiroonsmoon]

13, 18, and 20 for Fate and Calamity?

13. What is your oc’s most prized possession? What’s the importance/meaning behind this item?

I Uhh don’t really know for Fate. Maybe the black box? She did have a necklace that belonged to her bio mother but she lost it when coming Aevium so maybe that? She doesn’t really got a most prized possession tho.

For Calamity it’s the flower he wears that Fate made for him. It’s very old and not her best work, being on of the first things she made. You know old artwork that parents will hang on the wall and kids will cringe at because they can do SO much better now? Yeah that’s how Fate feels about the flower she made but it makes her happy that Calamity cares for something she made so greatly.

18. What’s your oc’s relationship like with their family?

Oh boy oh god oh fuck this is gonna be long as f u c k. There’s a lot of people Fate considers family.

Let’s just start with Fate and Calamity’s relationship together. The two are pretty close and care for each other greatly. Being the only biological family to two have. Though they did have problems in their relationship. Calamity spends a long time working trying to support him and Fate. So he wasn’t able to spend as much time as he would like with her, which could lead to her feeling lonely and feeling like she was being ignored, which was the biggest reason for their fight.

Fate never knew their biological parents but Calamity was very close to them. They were very good parents who were always supportive of Calamity, even if they thought something was dumb. So he took it very hard and struggled when they died and he was left to watch over Fate. Though Calamity would tell Fate a lot of stories about them.

Fate did get mother figures in Nancy and Telsa however. At first Fate thought Nancy was actually Alain’s mom (aka the person’s body she took over) making her basically go “fuck fuck fuck play along play along”. Still as she got to know Nancy and their relationship grew a mother and daughter relationship formed. Fate actually began to feel very bad for it though, thinking she was taking away Nancy’s relationship with her actual child and the person’s body she was in mother. But uhm, yeah she doesn’t have those feelings anymore upon learning more about Nancy and Alain. Though it was a very short relationship their bond was strong and Fate was extremely distraught upon Nancy’s death.

Fate is also close with Telsa too, being mother number 2 to her. Saving her and Telsa taking her in we’re things that Fate appreciated very much. Also Telsa makes you something, and if there’s a way into Fate’s heart it’s gifting her something. When she had the time Fate made sure too make something for Telsa as thanks for all she’s done for her, a small little plush of her Talonflame. Telsa may have cried when she got it. Telsa and Calamity are gonna fight each other for custody of Fate afrhwhtjsfsbs.

Being Tesla’s daughter Amber is basically Fate’s cool older sister. Fate thinks she’s cool and the two are close. I mean, Fate did save her from a fucking Kyogre, there’s a fucking bond there. Amber and Fate like to battle each other and it’s the main way the two bond. Also despite being older Amber does look up to Fate’s skills in battle. Amber just wants to spend time with her sister but everything is not letting that happen poor girl lmao.

Fate also considers herself to be the older sister to Mosley and all the other Lost Camp kids. Having been there since the beginning and helping out greatly to the point of breaking into a hospital she is the honorary big sis of the Lost Camp.

Again being adopted by Telsa, that in turn makes Aelita her cousin and Kenneth her uncle. She didn’t really get to know Kenneth well because uhm, the man’s kinda dead but she did like him. He reminded her of Calamity and she feels like she should’ve done more to save him. Calamity and Kenneth would’ve been good friends tbh.

Aelita is her cousin but with how close they are they see each other as sisters. I flipflop on wether Fate is closest to Aelita or Melia but tbh I lean to Aelita. They’ve been through a lot together, Sherdian, Goldenleaf, getting kidnapped, Terujama, that whole rift thing. When you go through so much shit together that is a bond of a lifetime. The two lean on each other and work well together. It’s no wonder the two became the leaders of the gang.

Honestly Fate considers all her friends to be family of some sort but these are the ones who have a ‘role’ so to say. Also if I put everyone we would be here all day.

20. What does your oc’s bedroom/house look like? How does this reflect their personality?

Calamity and Fate had a pretty small quiet home back in their world. Like one level with just the rooms they needed. Calamity would keep the house tidy when he could, but Fate really didn’t help that she’s not neat lol. Calamity’s room is pretty clean, only really having the essentials in it. He works a lot and he really only uses his room to sleep. Fate’s room is a mess, she’s got a lot of blankets or pieces of yarn strewn about. Her supplies are out in her desk, dresser, etc. Even if she were to clean her room it get messy again quickly.

[79siris]

Just wanted to make a fake manga lmao

[nicos-archive]

My ocs in a catholic school au

“So, how is it we’ve known you for 3 months, and you're just now bringing up you have a twin brother?” Flora asks. She had turned around in her seat and was leaning against her desk. 

“What do you mean just now? I’ve told you before, I had an older brother.” Jennifer said. 

“Yeah, but you never said he was a twin!” Diana shouts.

Jennifer rolls her eyes. “Is it really that big of a deal?”

She’s answered with a loud chorus of “Yes!” And she flinched in turn.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll text him to walk me home today, and then you can meet him.” Before more can be said, she grabs her phone and sends a text. Her fingers dash across the screen and the text is sent before they can blink.

“Wait. Why don’t we just all go over to your place then?” Katya asks. 

Jennifer just sighs. Why is her having a twin such a big deal? It’s not like she hasn’t talked about him before. Then again, she supposes none of her friends have even been to her house either.

“I’ll have to ask my older brother Elly. I’m not sure who's all going to be home tonight, so we might not have enough room for guests. Just give me some time. I’m sure by this Friday, we can all go to my place and hang out.” 

.

Aléx can’t help but stare at his phone when he reads his twins’ texts.

[Text: Hell Spawn]: hey think you can drop by the school today? My friends want to meet you

[Text: 1.0]: you have friends lol

Before he can bother to follow that up, the bane of his existence looks over his shoulder.

“Awww. Is your little sister trying to set you up on a date? That’s probably for the best. You have no game.” Janne said before grabbing his apple juice and drinking it.

“Will you shut the hell up? And stop taking my things!” He snapped back.

“And will you keep it down? I rather not be yelled at again because of you too.” Matt spoke up.

“Whatever.” Aléx grumbled, “And I have no clue what her plans are.”

Just then his phone buzzed again.

[Text: Hell Spawn]: You say that like *you* have any friends lol

[Text: 1.0]: you’re gonna die alone

[Text: Hell Spawn]: awww u mad bro? XD

“Damn. Can’t believe you're gonna let ur lil sis reck you like that bro.”Grey spoke up.

“Will you guys stop reading over my shoulder?”

[Text: 1.0]: so why do your imaginary friends want to meet me again?

[Text: Hell Spawn]: idk ive talked abt u b4 but when I said we were twins they started getting all excited and want to c u

“Care to share with the class what you’re up to?” Matt spoke.

“Hm. My little sister’s friends want to meet me because they realized we’re twins.”

“What? No way!” Oreo spoke up.

“Yeah stupid-”

“You have a twin?” The other three echoed, and he just groaned in response. You gotta be kidding me. He thought to himself. 

“No wonder you look so much like a girl.” Janne spoke up while looking intensely at him. 

Aléx quickly stood up and leaned towards him. “Do you wanna die?”

[prince-liest]

fic writer interview!

How many works do you have on AO3?

37, though another one is going up tomorrow because haunted AO3 hours started and I don't want to post it in the middle of the night on a Monday. Also like 4 or 5 more in reserve from zines/bangs. I'm kinda impressed with myself, but also, side-eyeing y'all with fic counts in the 100s. Phenomenal. Effervescent.

What's your total AO3 word count?

257,246

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In chronological order of first fic on AO3: Percy Jackson, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, My Hero Academia, Dragalia Lost, Avater: the Last Airbender, the Witcher, and Genshin Impact! That's 7 fandoms and I'm not counting Homestuck (I only wrote OC stuff) or D&D (same thing).

I also have works from Axis Powers: Hetalia and Katekyo Hitman Reborn! on Fanfiction dot hell that none of you will ever see. I definitely posted and deleted a Twilight OC fic once.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dish Duty | ATLA

The Sword of Damocles is Swinging | MHA

The Ancient Art of Jerkbending | ATLA

Dishabille | MHA

Summer Break | MHA

ATLA is a powerful fandom so I'm not surprised both my ATLA fics made top five. Dishabille's popularity continues to pleasantly surprise me. Damocles is only surprising because it isn't first. I am so proud of Summer Break and that entire Shinsou series, I'm glad it made top 5 and is gonna break 1k kudos soon. <3

(Now get Dog-Tired up there, I fucking love that story. q^q)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

To quote Mido: I do, but not consistently. Q^Q I read them all and I really want to reply to them all, but I very frequently simply to not have the energy. I have it posted on my AO3 profile, though, so hopefully it doesn't hurt anyone's feelings... I have recently been trying to at least answer all new incoming comments and not let the backlog increase! (That said, the backlog is over 100.)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to do angsty endings (I am a hard lover of angst with a happy ending), but I've written some questionable and bittersweet ones. I think arguably the best contendor for angstiest ending is probably Kindred Spirit. I wrote it to low key revenge myself on @thegc4life for insisting that Shinsou gets a hug (he does! technically!) and it certainly ended ominously.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

As much as I love "Edward Elric gets transported into X universe and proceeds to kick everyone's ass" crossovers, I don't relaly write any. I do enjoy full transplant AUs, though, and the one I recently posted on AO3 is an MHA-at-Hogwards AU called the Birds and the Mares that I wrote for the HP/BNHA Zine!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Deeeeepends on what you mean by 'hate.' :X has gotten two comments (one much politer than the other, haha) complaining about my use of the r-slur in Shinsou's internal narrative in one of the chapters, but one person backpedaled and said they understood the purpose of it while the other (more vehement) one never replied to my explanation. That's all, though!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yeah. It's never going on my main AO3 (and the one time it did, I orphaned the fic). I have a side account I might post it on once I get over the fact that people who know me also know about the account. It's all 100% PWP of stuff I personally am into, and I have a very specific set of things I'm into, so... idk, feels a little personal! ^^"

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I've had people adopt general concepts I used (fabulous!) and steal my RP OCs back in ye olde fantroll days (not at all fabulous! incredibly hurtful, actually). I am vehemently opposed to plagiarism, even of concepts. It feels so gross.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone in the comments mentioned that they are translating Bloodied Hound into Russian and I am SO EXCITED. I desperately want to read it. Of all the languages, it happened to be the only other one I'm decently literate in! I also want to show my grandparents. I really hope the person follows through. <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've roleplayed a lot, but I can't see myself ever co-writing a fic. I'm not even sure how it works, to be honest!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Urgh. Pass. I can't pick one. Perils of a multishipper.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I was going to proudly say "I never post things I don't plan on finishing!" but in reality that is a lie, because Falling Down A Rabbit Hole exists from back in 2015 and is in fact the reason I made that rule for myself. ^^" Honestly, what's there still holds up, but the reality is that I didn't actually come up with a plot, so there's nowhere for it to go.

What are your writing strengths?

Interesting/relatable/funny dialogue, and also writing feelings in a 'show, don't tell!' kind of way that leaves strong impressions with people!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting out long stories with good pacing! People thought Damocles had a plot, apparently? Joke's on you, it was a series of "I wanna see this happen" scenarios that I made Hawks suffer through and subsequently strung together like a haphazard multicolor plastic bead necklace that I told everyone was actually pearls.

That's why all my stories after Damocles are either short or split into a series. Shinsou's Bad Days is my attempt at proper pacing, hence it being so episodic.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'll do it if I know the language well enough (so, Russian and ASL, I don't trust my casual Japanese), but I'm generally a stickler for making things come off naturally, so I otherwise will instead try to find the closest tonal equivalent in English (such as having Childe call Zhongli "professor" instead of "xiansheng"). Sometimes there just isn't one (like Kazuha calling Beidou 'big sis' but in a way that doesn't sound kiddish and overly casual for him), though, which sucks. :( Language is cool!

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

T. Twilight. QUQ I wish that fic still existed, it was like a single chapter of two multicolored hair OCs befriending Alice Cullen and being cool. I deleted it but I SHOULDN'T HAVE. IT WAS HISTORY.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This totally changes with each new slew of fics I post. I think currently it is Dog-Tired because despite being unsatisfied with the title, I think the story itself turned out amazing. I also am extremely happy with the entire Shinsou's Bad Days series (including upcoming installments).

Tagged by: @touchmycoat (THANK U LOVE <3)

Tagging: anyone who's read this far, LOL. seriously, though, I have a lot of writer moots and I don't have the time to tag them all but PLEASE do this and tag me so I can read it if you are so inclined! <3

[sipsteainanxiety]

binge read forget me not and oh my goddd!!! okay butt i litetally hated the trainer dude (im not good names sorry) in the start cuz i was like 😤😤 this dude is wayyy too much like bakugo and he's OBVIOUSLY replacing bakugo and name will fall for him and bakugo will spend the rest of his life in utter loneliness😔😔...... and then i was like 'o' maybe its bakugo in disguise and i felt so stupid for the next 20 minutes :/

alsooo like i lovee the way you wrote the whole trauma and the kidnapping and the torture thingy! i love the way name doesnt give upp!! i mean if i were in her place id just give up within the first 10 minutes so her strong spirit is really cool (cool? that's the best adjective ive got???) the way you wrote her character really makes her seem soooo real!!!

also rq but when mitsuki was all screaming at her parents was it cuz of saki being name and bakuhoe's kid?? or was there something else too?? (.....are bakuhoe and name secretly married......)

also i wonder how name would react when she finds out that trainer bro is apparently the crimson eyed scary bro! (i think that she's gonna FREAK if she finds out like.... right now?) i mean like YAYYYY angst but also 😭😭😭🥲🥲🥲🥲 angst

alsoo i wonder if dr. shin and his boss dude will make another appearance (was name just hallucinating when she saw him?? also why didnt she tell deku and all might that time when she saw dr. shin and deku was like right there?)! anddd what kinda experiments were they gonna do on the kid? is there something actually special about the kid (maybe like eri?) or is it just them being bitches because evil organization of course they're gonna do experiments on kids 😔😔 Also why name of all people? is there something special about her? i mean yea she's some rlly cool hero but like they could've done the experiments on anyone i mean look at the rising population there's no shortage of humans on this planett!! is it because some grudge against bakugo or something? also how was bakugo to blame for name's kidnapping? (her parents said that right?) how did making her hate bakugo profit the evil doctor? also did they actually plan on letting her out?? because??? it wont make sense for them to spend so much time making her hate bakugo if they wanted her to stay in the facility forever

dam i have a lot of questions!!! i really liked your fic tho! really had me thinking and it has a rlly interesting plot!

whewwwew this is a long ask omg i love it 😳 i saw u popping up in my notifs LMFAO im glad u like the fic so much!!! 🥺♥️ poured my goddamn soul into that shit 😤😤😤 everyday im feening to fight god bc of little plot intricacies ive had to grapple with in the background LOL but it works out in the end. mostly

haha idk what ur talking about this is actually an oc x reader 😌 fukui the loml ♥️ my brainchild ♥️

yeah all that trauma and kidnapping stuff was something i really wanted to explore in this story. not only to make it more meaningful but also to test my limits as a writer. there are a bunch of little details ive written throughout the story tht serves as an indication for specific side effects of reader having gone thru…. well... All That. i did my best with it! do i think it could be better? probably. 😩😩 but ill leave it how it is instead of picking at it as i tend to do LMAO

also same if i was in reader’s shoes id literally just give up within like five minutes LOL but i wanted her to be strong esp with her being a pro hero, so 😌😌😌 sis ended up being p badass

LOL ur not gonna get any spoilers from me miss ma’am 😌 im like. halfway? 3/4ths? done with the next chapter tho but idk when ill be able to finish it with uni and all. and i have to type out a detailed outline for the remaining chapters to make sure i address everything i wanna address LMAO and then have my friend beta everything…. so much to do, so little time 💔

i promise ur questions will be answered eventually! seriously we dont even have much more left lol. i just hope everything meets expectations cuz damn i rly strung yall along on this angsty journey LMAO

[hikari-writes]

❅A Love Letter I Have to My Lovely and Beloved Friends❅

(I just know that 30 july was a national friendship day and today is like 31 july already at where I am but,,, just pretend that this is also for National Friendship Day 🤡🔫)

As you all know, it's been confirmed that I'll be going on a hiatus two days from now that I really don't know how long it will go on. So, with that in mind, I wished to leave this message to all the wonderful friends I've made while I was active here on Tumblr during quarantine.

I've started this writing blog a few months ago, to be precise, on May where life in quarantine was starting to become a norm. In the few months until now, I did my best to start writing and drawing more using all the free times that I have.

I wouldn't have expected this blog to grow so much in such a short time. To me, it was really mind blowing, seeing that there's a lot of other great content creators here on Tumblr. Yet, the 300+ people who stumbled upon my blog still decided to follow me.

I was really happy to have made many contents that I'm actually proud of posting. And I still can't believe there are people out there who love them. Seeing every one of your comments and reblogs and likes really, really, squeezed my heart and I couldn't be more thankful for your support.

And during these fun times, I was able to make friends with many amazing, talented, fantastic and all the good words I could find in the dictionary people on here. You all are a real gift to me and I hold you guys close to my heart.

I still can't believe I was able to befriend you guys though, like, y'all are so amazing and I was just here like squeaking my name to you like a shy mice lmao. =///= Anyways, thank you for all the good and fun times. Thank you for being with me and helping me with lots of things. Just, thank you for everything. (I'm writing this at 1am like it's sad hours yall I'm crying :')))

If you are ever feeling down, do not ever forget that, even if it's only me, I'll support you to the end of the world because you're just so amazing and fantastic. I love you and never let any hate that's thrown at you let you down because they aren't worth your time.

The people I'll be mentioning below are my dear friends or just people that I have been interacting with during the times I was online, little or not, I still consider you guys to be my friends (very self-proclaimed here sorry)and I'm still honoured by that fact.

@your-local-bnha-writer -Bean, you and your posts are always so wholesome and cute and I love them. Keep being amazing, and we may not interact much, but I still appreciate every little convos we had. Also, wish you luck on tpn, that shit hurted :')

@identifybby -Liaaaa, omg im so v v grateful we became friends. You've helped me with a tons of things and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done to me. You're just so amazing and thank you for always putting up with me, i love you sm.

@minteasketches -Mintea! You're such an amazing artist and I rlly enjoyed our conversations! You might not see this since you're off socmed but just wanna let u know that thank u for being my friends.

@yandere-of-your-dreams -Heyyy sis,, you're always such a sweet bean to me and showering me w love and i appreciate them, stay amazing and I'm sure you'll become an amazing writer.

@shotobabe -Ren, wifey, ilysm thank u for always being with me. You're such an awesome person and keep on being yourself. You're perfect and talented, don't let others tell you otherwise. AND while I'm gone, don't forget to drink lots of water okay? I won't be able to remind you while I'm on a hiatus, but please always remember to drink water. That'd be the first thing I'll ask you once I'm able to be online. And please try to eat more okay bb? I love u.

@takumipineapplexd -Taku! Amazing writer and amazing editor, yes I'm talking about you. You're amazing and keep on making cursed content and being crackhead, i love them.

@bnhabadass -We might not talk much, but I just want to let you know that you're so amazing and I look up to u v much. Literally had a heart attack when u commented on angel wings lmao.

@tomomoni -Mon, love, soft bean, I LOVE U. You've always been so wholesome and cute to every one of your followers and seeing ur interactions literally heals my heart. Your art is amazing so continue being amazing ilysm thank u for being an amazing advisor and listener, I'm v grateful for that. You have no idea how blessed I am to have you as a friend. Meeting you through turn on your airdrop's fanart was F A T E.

@kamabukokompachiro -First time u asked my permission to read my fanfic, I legit teared up. Thank u sm for asking, I couldn't be happier to know that my fic is worthy to be read over for a yt channel. Keep on being amazing and ily.

@kaminii -Kamiiiii, sweet child, you're always so matured and calm and I really adore and respect that part of you (unlike me im v childish and rash) You're an amazing writer and editor and ur aesthetic? 100/10. Love it. You're so talented despite being so young and I'm just, WOW. Ily and thank u for being friends w me. And please fix your sleeping schedule bb. It's rlly not good for your health, like please? Ily.

@katsucutie -I love you and your writing so v much, and I rlly enjoyed talking to you, discussing about Burn Book was rlly fun. I might not be able to know the ending since im gonna go on a hiatus but I'll be sure to catch up to it once im back. Keep being amazing and awesome.

@isolshi -CHERIE, I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE AMAZING. Don't be so insecure about your writing. They're amazing. And you're also one of the sweetest and cute person I've met here. I always love teasing you cause your reaction is always so funny and cute. Keep being awesome. And please, please, please get enough sleep and drink LOTS of water. I legit would cry if you don't drink more water cher.

@mirakeul -BIANCAAAAA LOVE YOU'RE SO AMAZING AND SWEET LiKE--- please, I love talking to you and thank you so much for always reminding me to eat. Your calligraphy and handwriting are awesome, shshh i don't take criticism. Never stop writing, I love them. And please never forget I love you and you're my best friend okay?

@roxybefab -You've always been the first to ask me to be on my taglist and I'm so v happy because of that. Thank you for everything, and keep on being awesome. You can do this, ily.

@princessofdawn718 -Talking to you about Hamefura has been so fun! I haven't talked w many ppl about isekai so im rlly glad I could talk about them w you. Katarina x nicol ftw! Thanks for talking to me, it was such a pleasure rlly.

@softkodzuken -Maam your writing is A M A Z I N G. I love anon sm and you're rlly so sweet for always replying to every single comment on them. Don't be so insecure about them, they're amazing and i will always stand by that point. Wishing you the best of luck for Undercover!

@lolitsleia -Your art is *chef's kiss* i love them so much, I still can't believe you hadn't had more recognition like why?? Ur oc alex is the cutest thing ever and i love her. Thank you again for drawing Yuki. She looked really beautiful and cute in your drawing.

@samanthaa-leanne -We may not talk much, but when you first followed me back, my heart goes B O O M. You're so amazing and keep being like that. And uh,, good luck with Violet Evergarden if you ever plan to watch it. Prepare a couple of tissue boxes....or dozens.

@miyumtwins -Fellow android users! I first saw you through Bean's post about a tag game and i was like *gasp* another androiders..! I swear that one time i was interacting w you, I didn't actually meant to go off anon,, yes im dumb lmao. Anyways, you're rlly amazing and I'm rlly honoured to be followed by you.

@kawasuno -Your smau? 100/10. Your sense of humour 100/10. They're just so perfect *chef's kiss* I love every one of your updates and they always managed to put a smile on my face, i was like, how did you do that? My sense of humour is nonexistant, teach me your ways sensei. But anyways, you're rlly amazing and awesome. Keep up w that.

@kukusbabe -Tsu, I've never said this, but it's you. It's always been you all along. What i mean is, I've followed you first (i knew u through zara's flopping server yeah!) And when i looked at my dash and saw all your interactions w your moots, despite me haven't legally started haikyuu yet, i decided to follow all of them, soooo if it's not for you, we may not have met each other. Everyone in the kita family, Tsu is the MVP here muah. Also your aesthethic and writing and everything is so kajsjhendnd amazing i LOvE---

@iwaixiumi -King Nami, you're so awesome and amazing,, and I'm really glad to be able to interact w you. All those songs you recommend? Yeah, I'm going to listen and love all of them, thank u so much for the recs. Keep being amazing and to everyone reading this, PLEASE INTERACT WITH KING NAMI MORE SHE DOESN'T BITE---

@shoutodoki -Hello, you're so amazing and talented and im just,,, kekkdjfjdj when you followed me--- and when u figured out i was the anon talking about oboro i was OAKSJEJDDJ please, i was so honoured u know, like ???? Anyways, keep on writing what you love and your art maam? THEY'RE AMAZING LIKE BOTH YOUR ART AND WRITING IS SO KAJSJDJDN pliS im so v honoured to be able to talk to you.

@lisarillia -Please excuse me while I go shout in the corner of how much i LOVE your arts. They're amazing and being able to talk to you was a real pleasure. Keep on doing what you love. They'll be amazing no matter what i swear.

@cutiedrawsbnha -Cutie, honey, you're amazing and your art is so cute! Don't let what haters said get to you. You're going to grow into an amazing artist. If you give in and listen to what they said, you're going to end up like what they said so ignore them honey! I believe in you so keep shipping izuocha, todomomo, and kamijirou and making arts. Lotsa love!

@lilikags -Heeyyyy you sweet cute innocent bean! Don't ever stop writing what you love, you'll grow into a big blog soon enough, before you know it. Just keep making what you love, and as time pass by, I'm sure there will be many people who will find appreciate everything you do. I'm always supporting you.

@baeshijima -SOPHHHHH YOU SWEET CUTE CINNAMON ROLL WAKATOSHI'S WIFE EYE--- You have NO idea how much i love you,, you're so sweet and I honestly don't know what did i do to deserve you. Srsly you're a blessing to me. Thank you for the sweet daily reminder in my inbox, i love each and every one of them. Keep being so cute and wholesome, love you.

@shinsuque -ANAAAAA Thanks again for the Bakugou's memes! I may not be able to do it before i go on a hiatus though *sobbing* Keep being so awesome! I love seeing all your interactions and you're so amazing i honestly don't know why you followed me----

@semiluvr -LYDIA *SOBBING* THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME TO THE KITA FAMILY. Even though we've known each other in less than a week, it already felt like I had known you guys for so long like whotttt. Keep being an amazing and sweet person ily muah

@dumbass-lev -MOMMY, MUI, ILY THANK U FOR ALWAYS BEING SO SWEET YOU'RE AMAZING,,, u have no idea how happy (and also flustered) I am when i saw you asking you want to adopt me like,,, whot I've never been asked to be adopted online b4 so you asking that was a big surprise to me and just,,, remember that i love you and you're an amazing mommy. Hope i wasn't too much too handle as your child lol and thank u, for asking to invite me to the server. It has been a real pleasure to me to be there.

@pudding-head-kenma -DANIE!! We haven't talked much and I've only known you for a short time but I really love your detailed analysis. They're amazing and you're amazing. Thank you for being so sweet and cute. Ily.

@/🦋 nonoi -🦋 NONOIIII!!! IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS, I JUST WANNA TELL YOU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY EMOJI ANON! I love you you're so sweet and bb please please please don't forget me id cry,,,

@astereim -Rein!!! I know we just talked and all but you seem to be a reaally cool and amazing person,, we might not be able to interact much since I need to go prepare things b4 i go on my hiatus though, but just wanna let u know that ily!

@tokoyamis-luv -please don't come for my neck i haven't been active on the server Lol but anyways, zara, you're amazing and your simping for Kurapika is always fun to watxh. Also all the lin manuel edits are *chef's kiss* we may not talk much but i was rlly honoured to be able to interact w you, even a little bit.

@engel-hageshii - YOU, MAAM are a literal angel, and your comments on my fics always managed to make me smile so much. I love you, please never stop being such a sweetheart.

@laylahoran -I've always loved and appreciate every comments you make. I'm v happy I was able to create a content that you can love. You and engel has been some of my firsts followers and I'm really blessed to have you two.

@oyasenpai -Diemmy! You're so sweet and cute and seeing your interaction w my moots (kami) was what made me follow you. Don't let what others said bring you down, okay? Just do what you want because there're always many people supporting you for it.

Special message to the kita family server;

Meanwhile while you guys were talking about me there, I was just innocently scrolling through Tumblr, not knowing what kind of fate I'll be receiving 👁👄👁 No wonder I was sneezing so much 🤧🤧🤧

So, I was just scrolling through the pinned messages and I saw tsu said "mui: can we invite hikari? Everyone here: kakskejdjdjdn" and i was just like,,, ??????? I wasn't expecting u guys to have that kind of reaction i--- yall have no idea how much i was grinning while I scroll through those messages. Thank you so much for inviting and accepting me, it's really fun to be with you guys and your crackhead energy 🥰🥰 Thank you to mui for suggesting you had no idea I was really really happy. 😭 Y'all are so amazing and sweet and cute and beautiful kakjdjdd

To all of my dear friends that I've mentioned above, I LOVE YOU LOTS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GRATEFUL I AM TO MET YOU GUYS. Quarantine time has been stressful for a lot of people, and Tumblr can sometimes (a lot of times) be kinda whack but I was really happy to met you guys during my time here. Our time together may have been short, but i feel like we've known each other for more than a year, no caps. I love you all very very much. Thank you for talking to me and befriending me. Remember to get enough sleep, drink lots of water, stay safe and healthy, eat enough meals and, take care of yourself. I love you guys.

And lastly, to everyone reading this, whether i know you or not, or interacted with you or not, or follow you or not, or you follow me or not, just REMEMBER that you are worth it and I love you. Keep on being awesome, and always remember to smile, laugh and live. Don't forget to always DRINK LOTS OF WATER, GET ENOUGH SLEEP, and EAT ENOUGH MEALS.

Signing off,

Hikari.

[enchantedlokii]

Sidekick

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, guns, mentions of death

Characters: Peter Parker, Morgan Stark, EDITH, James Rhodes, Minor OCs

Mentioned: Pepper Potts, May Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Quentin Beck

@whumptober2020 Day Three: Held At Gunpoint

If he was being completely honest, Peter never thought there was any danger in babysitting Morgan alone. Morgan wanted to see him and Pepper needed a babysitter. He was almost seventeen at this point and had superpowers. He never went anywhere without his webshooters. He thought that they would be safe.

The day started out fine. They stayed at May and Peter’s apartment for the first few hours. Peter didn’t plan on leaving while Morgan was with him, either, but she had been begging for pudding all day and he hated that he didn’t have any to give her. So, he sent Pepper a quick text asking if it would be okay for him to take her to the store. When she said it would be fine, the two walked down to the small store nearby.

“Hold my hand,” Peter told her. He knew Morgan didn’t enjoy it, but she didn’t complain as she slipped her smaller hand into his. She didn’t quite believe that she was as young as she was. Honestly, sometimes Peter forgot himself. The girl was smart; much smarter than she should be at her age. It wasn’t really a surprise to anyone considering who her parents were, but it still amazed her teachers and classmates.

“Can we look at the toys?” Morgan asked him as they stepped inside, spotting the Avengers display in the corner. “Please, Petey?”

Peter looked over at the toys and then down at Morgan, who looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sure, Mo,” he replied. Morgan lit up and dragged him quickly to the toys, letting go of his hand long enough to pick up one of the plushies that was made to look like Iron Man. She smiled at it before reaching it up to show Peter.

“Look!” she squealed. Peter smiled down at her and started to speak before his Spider-Sense started ringing an alarm in the back of his head. He froze and glanced around, but the moment his eyes were off Morgan she started to scream. He turned around quickly to see a man gripping her arm, pointing a gun at her temple. “Petey!”

Before Peter could respond, he felt someone grab his own wrist and hold a gun to his head. “Don’t move,” the second man growled.

Peter’s heart was racing as he saw tears leaking from Morgan’s eyes. She was still holding the plushie, pulling it close to her chest with her free arm. “Let my sister go,” Peter pleaded.

“Your sister, huh?” The first man asked, looking down at the toy Morgan was holding. “I’m pretty sure this one doesn’t have any siblings.”

“P-Petey’s my brother,” Morgan protested. She knew that they weren’t really brother and sister, but she had taken to calling him her brother anyway. “Please don’t hurt us.”

“We’re only going to hurt you if you don’t cooperate,” the man who was beside Peter told them. He moved his gun just long enough to point it at a nearby door. “Inside. Let’s go.”

Peter knew that he had no choice but to cooperate. “Okay, okay,” he replied quickly. He saw Morgan look up at him with a question in her eyes. “We’ll come with you.”

“Good,” the first man replied, moving the gun from Morgan’s head and leading the way inside. Once they were inside and the door was locked, they put their guns away. They forced the two to sit down and Peter did as he was told, knowing that Morgan would cooperate if he did and they had to cooperate if they were going to escape with their lives.

“What do you want from us?” Peter asked. “If it’s money, you’ve got the wrong kids. I only have enough to buy her a toy and some pudding.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not money we want,” the first man replied. “We want information.”

“Of course you do,” Peter groaned. He moved his hand to his head like he was scratching it, instead clicking the button on the side of his glasses to activate EDITH. “About Stark Tech, I assume?”

“Smart kid,” the second man grunted. He glanced at Morgan, who was pressed into Peter’s side now. “We sure he’s not her brother? Her dad did get around when he would have been born.”

Peter felt Morgan squeeze his hand as they spoke negatively of her dad and he squeezed it back. He tapped the back of her hand twice and she hesitated before tapping back. While the two were distracted, he took off a webshooter and slipped it onto her wrist.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s actually his kid or not, okay?” The first man groaned before turning to Peter. “The SI plane that crash landed a few years before the Blip; where’s the equipment that was in it?”

Peter looked him straight in the eyes and lied through his teeth. “Rhode Island,” he told him, feeling relief in his chest when EDITH understood what he needed. He had come up with the idea of having codes for Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and pretty much every active Avenger after the Mysterio incident. A red light blinked in the corner of his vision before turning solid, letting him know that Rhodey was listening and watching what was happening. “It was mostly guns.”

Rhodey must have understood his message, because a text box popped up under the red dot. “I’m on my way. Keep them distracted.”

“Just guns?” The second man asked, seemingly a bit disappointed. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t think he would send Spider-Man to protect it if it was only guns.”

“That’s just what he told me,” Peter replied with a shrug. “He hadn’t known me long at that point. Maybe he didn’t trust me enough yet to tell me what was really on it, but I do know that he sent the equipment to Rhode Island.”

The first man didn’t look convinced. Peter tensed up as he walked over, pulling out his gun and pressing it to Morgan’s temple again. His heart started pounding again as she squeezed his hand tight. “I don’t believe you,” the man sneered. “Now, tell me where it really is or I’m going to blow her brains out.”

“Okay, okay,” Peter said, starting to panic. He didn’t want to tell these men where the technology was, but he wasn’t going to let them kill Morgan over it. Besides, Rhodey was on his way now. He would catch them before they managed to get there. “It’s at the Avengers Compound upstate. Arc reactors and some Avengers weapons. You can put the gun down.”

“I’ll put the gun down when I want to put the gun down,” the man growled. Morgan was sobbing at this point, but the man didn’t seem to care. He just laughed. “Where’s your daddy, Morgan? Oh, wait—”

“Don’t go there,” Peter snarled. If the man wasn’t holding a gun to Morgan’s head, he would get up and attack him, but he couldn’t risk it. “You wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her dad. None of us would be.”

The man just rolled his eyes. He started to speak before there was a knock on the door. The two men looked that way and Peter took the moment to shoot a web and steal the gun from him. Now safe, Morgan shot at his legs, smiling as the web wrapped completely around them and he fell to the ground. While she shot another to web him to the ground, Peter took out the other man. “You’re Stark’s f*cking sidekick,” the first man growled, struggling to try to get out of his cocoon.

“First of all, don’t curse around my little sister,” he started, shooting a web at the man’s mouth to shut him up. “Second of all, ouch. I’m an Avenger, Dude. We were teammates.”

Rhodey saw that the two were down and kicked down the door. He let the suit open up and ran over to them, pulling one kid towards him with each arm, squeezing them tight. “Are you both okay? Did they hurt you?”

“U-uncle Rhodey,” Morgan whimpered, pressing into his chest as if trying to get as close as she could. “Th-they were gonna hurt us. Th-they wanna hurt us.”

“We’re okay now,” Peter breathed. He felt childish for squeezing closer to the man, but his adrenaline was fading and it was hitting him all at once that one wrong move could have taken Morgan away from him. That wasn’t something he was ready for. “Just shaken up.”

Rhodey put a hand on the back of Morgan’s head and kissed her. Then, to his surprise, did the same to Peter. “Okay, okay,” he murmured. Peter could hear the speed of the man’s heartbeat and knew he must have been terrified. For Morgan, he understood, but he hadn’t expected him to be equally relieved that he was okay. “You’re okay.”

“They know Petey’s Spider-Man,” Morgan whispered, pulling away just enough to look up at her uncle.

“Okay, that’s okay,” Rhodey told her. “We’ll make sure they end up somewhere that they won’t have anyone to tell, alright? It’s going to be okay.”

Morgan nodded, pressing the side of her head against Rhodey’s shoulder and looking at Peter. “Am I your sidekick now, Petey?” she asked. “C-cause I helped?”

Peter smiled at her. “Yeah, Mo. You’re the best sidekick I could ask for.”

[sugarpun-fairy]

18 - WARREN WORTHINGTON III X OC

Summary: a small thing based on the song “18″ by Anarbor but with a fluff ending 

Word count: 1,407 

Warnings: i almost cried writing this but its fluff so idk

A/N: SO you’re probably gonna see a lot of Graces and Maddys in here because they’re my babies and i like writing things to make them feel better

and my baby Grace deserves the world so yeah, i made this to her as a “thank you” for keeping fighting everyday 

love you b @imaginesandideas

-x- 

He parked the motorcycle pretty close to the school exit, knowing exactly what everyone would go out saying.  

Eighteen, crazy Pulled up in your daddy's car You wanna move in with me Guess we're off to a heavy start

Should've seen this coming From a mile away Eighteen, crazy I know what you want from me I know what you want from me

Her long ginger hair swayed from one side to another, tied up in a high pony tail with a golden bow matching her red, white and golden cheerleader outfit, as she ran to greet him with a tight hug and a deep kiss. All eyes on them as the scene happened.  

“How was your day baby girl?” he asked with a smile, wrapping her waist with both arms.

“Quite boring actually. Guess I should have texted you to pick me up earlier.” she pouted. “How was yours?”

“I just stayed with the boys and waited ‘til it was time to come pick you up.”

“Grace?” the girl’s sister called approaching the couple. “Warren?”

“Hey sis!” the younger sister smiled.  

“Jean.” the boy nodded with his head.  

“I’m going home with him today ‘kay J?” the younger ginger said biting her lower lip. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”  

“It’s okay... Just be careful okay G?”  

“I always am!”  

“Don’t worry Jean, I’ll take care of her.”  

“You better.”  

So if you wanna piss off your parents Take me to scare them Show them you're all grown up If long hair and tattoos are what attract you I would've tracked you Baby then you're in luck And I know it's just a phase You're not in love with me You wanna piss off your parents, baby Piss off your parents That's alright with me

“Grace, honey, who was that boy that drove you home today?” the woman asked while serving the dinner.

“Oh, he’s my boyfriend.” Grace answered with a smile, her ginger curls moving softly as she turned to her father who had just choked on his drink.  

“You left Ben to be with that boy?” the man asked harshly.  

“I didn’t leave Ben. He left me.” she corrected him. “Warren is a nice guy, dad, I swear! He’s one of Scott’s friends from college.”  

The sentence made the two adults turn to their older daughter in expectation of hearing a denying.  

“He is. They’re not really close since Warren is closer to Alex, but he’s a nice guy” Jean defended the argument.  

“I don’t like him.” the father stated.

“You don’t have to. I’m already eighteen, dad! I’m not a kid anymore! Shouldn’t you trust my decisions? Trust me? Support me?” Grace argued.  

“Grace Grey, you might be eighteen...” he tried to say but the sound of her fork hitting the plate stopped him.

“Don’t even come with that ‘while you live under my roof’ thing because it’s pointless. And above anything meaningless, after all you made a person, not a puppet.” she continued.  

“Don’t talk to your father like this, young lady.” her mom said in warning tone.

“Is it so hard to trust me like you trust Jean? When did I disappoint you that bad to deserve this?” she added before leaving to her room wiping a fake tear.  

You know I'm broke So you pulled out your daddy's car I drink, I smoke You ended up from the very start

Should've seen this coming From a mile away I'll play your game I know what you want from me I know what you want from me

“How did they react?” he asked leaning closer to her. She smiled and shrugged.

“My dad is pissed but I threw some drama and mom came to talk to me after dinner. She said that he might not like you but she’ll give you one chance.” she quoted. He laughed.

“That’s a good sign.”  

“Yes indeed.”  

He leaned back against the fence and lit up a cigarette.  

“Can I ask you something?” he whispered blowing a cloud of white smoke. She nodded, leaning on the fence but on the opposite side. “Do you hold any grunges against your sister?”  

She bit her lip, thinking about his question. That was never something she had ever thought about. Yet he was right in thinking about that. After all she came to him, asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend only to prove her parents that she had grown, that she wasn’t a kid anymore. But there was another factor on this story: Jean.  

There was something about how she was the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend to her perfect boyfriend, Scott Summers, that drove her crazy. Living on her sister’s shadow for so long was a completely acceptable reason to do what she was doing.  

“Unconsciously, maybe. Jean always supported and backed me up, always...”

“If you want to give up...”

“Oh, no, I don’t. Who knows if I didn’t make all this up just to have a chance with you because I have a thing for bad boys?” she joked.  

“Who knows.” he repeated with a smirk, exhaling another cloud of smoke.  

So if you wanna piss off your parents Take me to scare them Show them you're all grown up If long hair and tattoos are what attract you Baby then you're in luck And I know it's just a phase You're not in love with me You wanna piss off your parents, baby Piss off your parents That's alright with me

He didn’t believe her “thing” on him would last long. But he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like the way her hair seemed more ginger with that golden bow, or her lips met his every day after school. Or her arms around him when he drove her back home or to a date. He went to er school games just to see her cheering. At that point he just decided he would enjoy the time he had until she found some prep guy and leave him.

But the months passed and she wasn’t showing any sign that she would. The year went by and she started college but were still with him. Her parents started liking him and she kept calling him baby and sending him dorky pics while studying. Her roommate was already getting used to walk in and catch them both making out or sleeping together. She was still whispering love confessions to him while she thought he was asleep.  

And that was driving him completely mad.

“Aren’t you tired of me already?” he suddenly blurted out walking in her dorm room. “Didn’t you get more freedom from your parents? Why are you still with me?” he questioned crossing his arms against his chest.  

She sat in her bed, looking at him mildly scared and took a deep breath.  

“I know you won’t believe me if I say that I fell for you. But I did.”  

“How? How can a girl like you fall for a guy like me? You’re the perfect girl from the suburb. I’m the guy with daddy issues and smoking problems. You clearly deserve better!” With that words he realized how bad he had fallen for her as well. But he wasn’t selfish enough to keep her with him.

The room fell in silence while tears ran down her face and his.  

“As the younger child I grew up learning what I wanted, needed and deserved.” she whispered. “I just never thought I would find something that would fit the three categories.”  

“I’m not good enough for you Grace.” he mumbled.  

“Yes, you are! And that’s why I love you! Please believe me Warren!”

“You’re too naive, baby doll.”  

He turned around and walked to the door, ready to leave. The cold metal of the doorknob mixed with the sound of your sobs made him shiver. Did he really wanted to leave? Did he really wanted to do this to her and himself? Did he really wanted to throw away this chance, a chance he could never have again in his whole life?

He took a deep breath, running his finger through his blond curls and pushed the door, closing it with a bang. She screamed, scared.  

“But you’re my naive baby doll.” he proclaimed making his way back to her and cupping her face. “And I love you.” he whispered drying her tears with his thumb and kissing her deeply.  

-x-

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[retrievablememories]

make it feel good (m) | taehyung

pairing: taehyung x black female oc genre: smut, fluff, and a lil bit of angst summary: in which two best friends realize what they've been missing out on this whole time. word count: 7.5k warnings: dirty talk, food play...if you squint, body insecurities a/n: i don’t know if this would be considered idol x reader since ole girl has a name but you can imagine her as whothefuckever (as long as she remains black...lmao) i just hate writing 2nd person “you” and it felt awkward to keep saying “she” so i gave her a name. i crossposted this to wattpad for like 2 seconds but took it down just so everyone knows. maybe i’ll post it again. also yeah this title is based off the childish gambino song lol.

His voice floats on the wind.

The air is cold, and she has to pull her oversized coat tighter around herself so she doesn't freeze. She thinks about buttoning the coat up, but her fingers are stiff from the low temperature, and she doesn't feel like expending the extra effort to flex them into such complicated positions.

She turns around to look at him. He is waving something small and indiscernible in between his long fingers, although she can guess it's probably a seashell or some similar object. From this angle the wind blows straight into her face, stinging her eyes and making them well up with tears. She turns her face away from the wind's assault and faces the ocean again, waiting for him to come over to her and display his new finding.

It only takes a few seconds before he's right beside her again. She feels him before she even sees him. His body heat radiates out in every direction, indifferent to the cold that leeches the warmth out of everything.

"Look," he says gently, his deep voice right in her ear. He holds his hand out in front of her. There's a small rock tucked in his palm; it's shiny with jagged edges and darker than the blackest night. His fingers curl around it as if he's trying to shield it from the wind. She cautiously brushes it with her index finger and it's a strange sort of smooth-rough texture. Still rubbing the surface of the rock, her eyes drag up and up, away from his hand until her gaze is resting on his lips, a bit chapped but still rose pink, and further up to his eyes, which are focused on the object in his palm.

Suddenly he flicks his eyes up to hers, meeting her gaze head-on, and she can't help the tremble that reverberates through her entire body. She pulls her hand away from the rock in a restrained gesture, trying not to move too quickly and betray her utter nervousness. In her haste, her fingers skim past his own and her skin burns. He smiles softly at her. His eyes, in this moment, are impossibly warm. They portray a multitude of things she can't bring herself to acknowledge, or figure out, or accept. Moments like these make her infinitely grateful for her dark skin; the heat spreading across her face won't be revealed.

She's hot enough just from the way he's looking at her, but she pulls her coat closer again—more out of insecurity than any real need for warmth. She averts her eyes in a way that she hopes isn't too obviously embarrassed or flustered, though she's sure he's already caught on to something. He has always been able to read her like a book, and with the increased proximity their vacation brings, she's not sure how much longer the both of them can keep pretending like there isn’t something steadily building between them. Her unmoved facade has begun to splinter and slip.

The sound of the waves does little to calm her nerves as she looks at a point on the horizon, impossible to see clearly from the cover of night.

"Taehyung, maybe we should head back now. It's getting late," Nayana says, keeping her voice as even as possible.

Taehyung stares silently at her for a few seconds longer, and even though she can only see him in her periphery, the simple action elicits a variety of emotions that make the corners of her mind fuzzy. Then he nods, pocketing the rock and giving her his signature boxy smile, as if nothing occurred. "Sure, let's go."

The walk back to the hotel is quiet. Not uncomfortably quiet—at least she hopes not—but there's a stillness that fills in the gaps between their minds and bodies.

There aren't too many people in the lobby this late. Most are up in their rooms tending to their own business or out partying—which is what their group of friends had opted for. It was Jungkook's idea, of course, and if anything was his idea, Lisa was up for it, which resulted in everyone else tagging along—everyone except Taehyung.

Nayana had decided to keep him company so he wouldn't be completely alone, which wasn't hard to do since their friends' excellent room-matching skills left them occupying the same room. Yet another undercover scheme to get them closer together and goad them into eventually revealing their feelings for one other. It was the kind of thing they were all acutely aware of but didn't speak on for fear of whatever consequences lie on the other side.

On the elevator ride to the fourth floor, Taehyung nudges Nayana repeatedly and makes faces at her through the elevator's mirrored panels until she finally smiles and shoves him back. He laughs, and her heart beats a little faster at the sound.

They get off at their floor and head to their room toward the end of the hall. Nayana trails slightly behind him so she can observe his back view, admiring his broad shoulders and long legs. He'd changed a lot since they first met; she still remembers the young, small boy he used to be. On occasions when she takes the time to really think about it, the contrast between his past and current self is jarring—but not in a bad way.

She is startled out of her thoughts when he looks at her over his shoulder.

"Why are you all the way back there? Are you staring at my ass?" He says it loud enough so that anyone currently in their hotel room could probably hear it, and she knows he's trying to embarrass her. Nostalgic moment = ruined.

"Ugh. Boy, shut the fuck up." Nayana snorts and rolls her eyes, and this makes him giggle. "Give me something to stare at and maybe I would."

"Are you saying I don't have an ass?" Taehyung asks teasingly as he slides the hotel key into the card reader. "Then be generous and give me some of yours."

"In your fucking dreams, Taehyung," Nayana scoffs and punches him in the arm. Their push-and-pull game of innocent flirtation is nothing new. But ever since her feelings for him began to tip away from merely platonic, his comments never failed to make her falter and sweat and wonder if anything he said could be an indicator of his own interest.

She's glad their friends at least had the decency to leave them in a room with two beds.

Nayana makes her way over to the far side of the room, near the window, where her bed is located. There's a balcony outside the window, and from her bed, she has a nice view of the ocean below when the curtains are pulled back.

"Do you wanna shower first?" Taehyung asks, hovering near his suitcase as he waits for her answer.

"I'm surprised you're not suggesting we shower together and save water," she responds, still looking out the window.

"I mean, I'm down if you are." Nayana doesn't even have to look at him to know he's smirking and raising his eyebrows in that way she (loves) hates. She laughs airily and sheds her coat and shoes before rolling over onto the bed, her braids haloing out around her head. She drops her purse onto the nightstand and pulls her phone out.

"You go first, I take too long in the shower and I don't want to keep you waiting forever."

While he's in the shower, Nayana's phone pings, signaling a new text message.

11:45 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 what u doing girl??

11:46 P.M. Nothing...just waiting on Tae to get out the shower. Why?

11:47 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 are u and taehyungie gonna have some fun?

11:49 PM We already went out and walked on the beach earlier...

11:50 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 u know that's not the kind of fun i'm referencing sis.

11:52 P.M. BYE GIRL. I have no clue what you're talking about me and Tae are just friends

11:52 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 but we all know u'd rather be more.

11:53 P.M. ANYWAY why are you texting me? You're at the club bitch ain't you supposed to be partying????

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 this place is lowkey lame. nothing but corny wannabe rappers selling mixtapes in here. i've already cussed out two dudes who tried to get at nakiya. yoongi and namjoon are close to losing their tempers. lucia's drunk af and jungkook is babysitting her. we'll probably be back soon.

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 thinking back on it, it's a good thing u ended up in the room with taehyungie instead of me. i'd h8 to come back and walk in on u getting ur cakes smashed to smithereens

11:56 P.M. Lisa.............please

11:57 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 😘 u love me. have fun . and know tht i slipped some condoms in your purse pocket. be safe bitch.

11:58 P.M. 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿

Nayana grabs her purse off the nightstand and checks every pocket, just to see if Lisa was fucking with her or not. Sure enough, on the inside pocket, there is a strand of condoms tucked snugly inside. The backs of her knees tingle and her body grows hot as she allows herself to entertain the idea of using them...with him...who is currently still in the shower, very much naked and very much wet. Immediately after this thought crosses her mind, she squeezes her eyes shut and groans, silently berating herself.

Girl, stop! You're not even sure if he likes you or not. And even if he did...you cannot have sex with him.

The shower cuts off. Her heart rate kicks up. She zips her purse back up and closes out of her messages. Although she knows mind reading is impossible, she can't help but imagine what he'd say if he knew what she was just thinking. She lies back on the pillows and tries to look as inconspicuous as possible when Taehyung comes out of the shower, wrapped in one of the complimentary bath robes the hotel provided. "It's all yours," he says, and she nods before gathering her toiletries and entering the bathroom.

When Nayana finally comes out of the bathroom, she finds Taehyung lying on his bed still in his bath robe, watching something on his phone and eating from a bag of Hershey's Kisses. She pauses near his bed, her facial expression stuck halfway between amusement and incredulity. "Where did you get those?"

"I brought them with me," he says, wiggling his toes in the direction of his suitcase.

She raises one eyebrow, crossing to her side of the room and putting her dirty clothes away in a laundry bag. "Are you gonna share? 'Cause I feel some kinda way about you eating chocolate all up in my face when you know it's my number one weakness."

Taehyung pats the open space on the bed beside him. "Come watch this cheesy ass k-drama with me and you can have some." Nayana goes to take him up on his offer but hesitates when she realizes that she will be sitting beside him while he's wearing the robe—with nothing underneath. Taehyung notices the awkward smile on her face and sits up, his k-drama momentarily forgotten. "Oh, I can change if you're uncomfortable, I—I just—you know how it is when you plan on getting dressed after a shower but then you're distracted by something? Yeah, I—um, sorry."

Seeing Taehyung assume the opposite position in their usual interactions—flustered and stumbling—makes Nayana feel less embarrassed about her own chaotic emotions, and a small part of her even takes pleasure in it. Before she can think twice about her actions, she's already climbing onto his bed and tugging at his arm to pull him back down. "It's fine, you don't need to. We're friends, right?" She instantly regrets saying that, but it's the first thing she can think of to assuage his nervousness. He nods, but his responding smile appears just as strained as hers was moments ago.

Taehyung turns the volume all the way up and holds the phone so they can both comfortably watch it. They have to huddle closer than Nayana anticipated, and he's practically lying on her chest, but she doesn't mind it much. The bag of Hershey's sits in the minimal space between them and they take turns taking Kisses out of it. The wrappers collect in a little pile on the bed.

In the drama they're watching, a scene comes up where the main girl is being fed by her love-interest-slash-mortal-enemy after fracturing her wrist and being unable to lift the utensils herself. The overly romantic music combined with both actors' exaggerated facial expressions makes Taehyung burst out laughing. Nayana startles and looks at him with wide eyes.

"Can you believe that? Who does this?"

"What, feeding each other? You've never done that before?"

"I was more referring to the fact that she's letting her so-called enemy feed her with a spoon," Taehyung says, rolling his eyes. Nayana elbows him in the side. "But yeah, the feeding part is so corny."

"Really. It's kind of cute to me..." Taehyung throws Nayana a skeptical look and she instantly feels judged. She scrambles to put together a response before he can open his mouth. "I—I mean, isn't it obvious? It's not so much the act itself but it's the feeling of being cared for...knowing that someone else cares enough to make sure you're good." Taehyung's expression shows that he's turning something over in his mind, but he doesn't say anything. His eyes go back to the phone screen and she thinks that he's dropped the subject, so she relaxes again—until he says,

"So you like being taken care of?"

His words come out careful and measured. It's an odd question, and she wonders where he's going with it. She's hesitant to answer. The crinkling sound of him opening another Hershey's Kiss distracts a part of her mind.

"...Yes. Who doesn't?"

"You would be surprised," he mumbles. Before Nayana can ask what he means by that, the words are halted in her throat as she watches him balance the little piece of chocolate between his fingers and bring it up to her lips. It's so close that if she were to pucker her lips, she would touch it easily.

"What are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

A puff of air leaves her lips—the beginnings of a why?—but she decides not to ask. Because this is another of those precarious situations that could catapult their friendship into uncharted territory, and she is deathly afraid to go plunging into that terrain without armor, a shield, and a backup plan. So, she takes the candy without asking any questions. She's very careful not to close her lips around his fingers. This is already more suggestive than she thinks her poor cardiovascular system can handle.

Taehyung's mouth quirks up in a smile, but he doesn't seem satisfied.

"Now, feed me."

"Greedy ass. Weren't you the one calling it corny?" she jokes, but she reaches into the bag anyway. Her body thrums with anxiety and it takes a few tries before she can still her fingers enough to actually grab a Kiss. She wants to believe that she is playing it cool enough to where he won't pick up on her inner turmoil, but she knows that isn't true.

Nayana peels the wrapper off and guides the chocolate to his plush lips. He leans closer and opens his mouth, capturing the candy with this tongue. Unlike her, Taehyung isn't afraid of an overly intimate touch; he allows his tongue to glide across her fingertips. The thing that nearly knocks the wind out of her chest, though, is the way he keeps eye contact with her the entire time. The act of eating chocolate has never been so erotic. He makes it look like something wicked.

The phone is lying on the bed now, the k-drama paused and forgotten.

Taehyung unwraps another candy, but his eyes don't leave her face.

He feeds Nayana again, and again she avoids touching his fingers. When she has eaten the chocolate, she expects him to take his hand away so he can have his turn, but he doesn't. His fingers hover in front of her mouth.

"You—you have chocolate right...here." Taehyung presses his thumb onto her full bottom lip and swipes across, albeit much slower than he needs to. Her breath hitches and stutters at this action. She regards him with disbelieving eyes, her mind jumbled together with a hundred different thoughts. When he pulls away from her, he brings his thumb to his own mouth and licks the smear of chocolate away. His expression is unreadable—at first. But then he moves his hand, and she is almost horrified to see the small smirk there.

This single look changes something. Or everything.

For once in her life, Nayana doesn't think about the consequences, the aftermath, or the debris after the dust settles. There is nothing of importance to think about except herself, Taehyung, this hotel room—her hands, reaching for his face—his lips, pressed to her own and more delicious than she could've ever dreamed. A vulgar moan drips all silky and hot from the gap between their lips, and she realizes belatedly that it's her own voice. Taehyung laughs at her enthusiasm, but it turns into a moan of his own when he reaches behind her and grips her ass in his big hands.

The kiss is sloppy and far from the movie-perfect couplings you see on screen, but it is one of the hottest things she's ever experienced, so she can't complain.

With his hands still on her ass, Taehyung lifts her up and drops her down in his lap, rocking his hips to meet her when she settles. She feels his half-hard dick through his robe, rubbing against her through her pajama pants and underwear, and even with so many layers between their bodies, the feeling of him is indescribable. Taehyung sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and grinds into her again, although he quickly becomes frustrated with the muted friction. He slides his hand up her shirt to rest on her waist and his fingernails scrape against her bare skin, coming noticeably close to her stomach. This is what snatches her back to reality. Her reality.

Nayana jerks away from his lips and puts her hand on top of his to prevent him from going any further.

He looks at her with his eyebrows furrowed and his pouty, swollen mouth turned down into a frown. He searches her troubled face for answers. Some of her braids obscure her face, and he brushes them away. "Wh—what's wrong?"

"I can't." She lets out a pained groan and climbs off his lap to lie back on the bed, her arm thrown over her face. She is still uncomfortably warm and throbbing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung blurts out, trying to keep the panic from rising in his voice. The sinking feeling that he might've went too far and singlehandedly destroyed their friendship brews in his stomach. "I'm really sorry—I should've asked you first. I shouldn't have—"

"Stop, it's not your fault," Nayana interrupts, sitting back up to face him. She chews her lip and casts her eyes downward, unable to look at him directly. "I...I want to, believe me, but..." She pauses a moment, thinking of a way that this could still work. "Can we at least turn the lights off?"

"The lights?" Taehyung questions it as if he's never heard of such a thing, and his apparent obliviousness doesn't alleviate her distress. "I...wanted to see you, but if that's what you want—"

Nayana rolls her eyes. "Taehyung, I don't want you to see me and think this was all a mistake. Or run away screaming." She laughs in an attempt to make it a joke, but the sound isn't genuine. Taehyung understands.

"Are you embarrassed of your body?" His voice is gentle, but in her defensive and vulnerable state, it comes off as patronizing. She struggles to think of a reply that won't hurt his feelings, not wanting to lash out at him.

"Does it matter?"

"To me, yes. I want you to see yourself the way I've always seen you...even though I haven't exactly said it. Because I didn't want to risk things with you. But I'm saying it now; you're more beautiful than I can put into words. Your body is beautiful. There is nothing you could ever do to run me away."

Nayana makes a noise of disbelief, although it doesn't come out as harsh as she intends. "Sure, okay. But you haven't seen me without clothes."

"I'd like to. If that's okay with you." Taehyung's voice is lower than it was a second ago and the difference makes her squirm. She chances a glance at his eyes and finds the same soft, melting look from the beach. She can't remember the last time someone has looked at her like that—or if anyone ever has—and this revelation makes the backs of her eyes sting. Sighing, she rubs her face. This is not the time to get emotional.

"Dim the lights," Nayana says quietly. "Don't turn them off."

Taehyung does as she tells him to while she clears the mess of candy wrappers off the bed. Soon there is nothing left on the bed but their two bodies, the raw sexual energy from only moments ago transformed into a more subdued, humming tension. They face each other. Nayana's eyes shift to different spots of the room every few seconds. Taehyung moves closer until there's only centimeters of space between their faces, his nose brushing hers. He moves his hand to cup the side of her face before pressing his lips to hers, firm, but not rough. She parts her lips to let him inside and he accepts, licking into her mouth and sucking her tongue. The other hand that's not on her face rests on the juncture between her thigh and hip. Nayana feels awkward with her hands at her sides, so she tentatively places her hand at the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his long hair.

When he breaks the kiss, she can't stop herself from chasing after his lips, and he chuckles at this. Giving her a chaste peck, he says, "I'll give you everything you want. Just be patient." He moves to her jawline and down her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the places he predicts will be most sensitive. Occasionally he pauses to nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent of vanilla. This is not Nayana's first time having sex, but her body responds so quickly to his touch that it's embarrassing. By the time he makes it to her collarbone, she is soaking wet.

Taehyung's hand stays planted on her hip, kneading the supple flesh and, every so often, curving around to squeeze her ass cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers, pausing his attentions on her chest to look up at her. Now she is the oblivious one, looking back at him in near-shock.

"I..." Some part of her is grateful that he's letting her do the deciding here, handing the reigns over so she won't feel rushed or taken advantage of. But the other part feels lost and without direction. What does she want him to do? "T—touch...me."

"I am touching you," he answers, smirking.

Nayana resists the urge to pout and roll her eyes. Always the damn tease. "I mean...touch my...touch m—my pussy."

Taehyung's resulting smile is wide and hungry as he slides his hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy in the palm of his hand. He makes sure to tilt his hand so the heel of his palm grinds against her clit. Nayana gasps and grabs his shoulder. "Fuck, it's so warm." He bites his lip hard, his hooded eyes sliding from her pussy to her face. He continuously rocks his palm into her clit while he busies his mouth with her breasts, latching onto one brown nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt.

"Tae," Nayana moans, pushing her hips into his hand to create more friction. He switches off to the other nipple, smoothing his tongue across it before gently biting it. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and her back arches, the action pushing her breasts further into his face.

"Hmm, you like that?" Taehyung grazes his teeth over her nipple again and he can practically feel her get wetter in his palm. "You like being bitten? You like being hurt?" Nayana's response is an embarrassed whimper, but she whispers yeah. Taehyung simply grins and files that bit of information away in his mind for later.

His kisses reach her stomach. Nayana lies on her back to accommodate him so the position won't be awkward, although she starts to fidget from nerves. The urge to reach down and push his head away is overwhelming, and she balls her fists up in her shirt to keep from doing so. Even though he's steadily rubbing her, it's not enough to make her fully relax and her body tenses up. Taehyung doesn't fail to notice. "It's okay," Taehyung murmurs, gingerly kissing her soft, slightly pudgy stomach. He moves at a slow pace to avoid making her too uncomfortable, glancing up to give her reassuring looks every now and then. He takes his hand off her and she sighs with disappointment, only to let out a high-pitched moan when he circles his thumb on her clit. Her legs tremble and her body heat increases but she still has enough sense of mind to notice his other hand on the hem of her shirt, and when he asks for her permission, she answers with a shaky yes.

Taehyung pushes her shirt up until it's sitting under her breasts and doesn't try to take it any further than that for the moment. "You're so soft," he sighs contentedly, leaving kisses here and there on the expanse of her brown skin.

He dips his tongue into her belly button for a hot second before moving down to the waistline of her pants. Nayana jumps when he does it and they both end up laughing at her reaction. It's a strange sensation, one she's never experienced before, but she decides that she likes it.

When Taehyung asks if he can slide her pajamas off, she takes a deep breath and nods, to which Taehyung says, "I need words, baby" and leaves a hot kiss on her abdomen that leaves her mind fizzling.

"Take...take them off, Tae."

He does so, taking his hand away from her neglected clit for the second time that night to pull her pants off and leave them lying somewhere on the floor. He gazes at the stretchmarks spreading across her hips and thighs and curving around her ass and he smiles. "You're so pretty," he hums, running his hands over her skin. He traces some of the lines with his fingers. "A work of art. But not just any art; you are the kind of masterpiece an artist spends their whole life perfecting." He settles down between Nayana's legs so he can get closer. "I wish we'd done this sooner. I wish I'd said something sooner. I've spent too many nights wondering," he holds her thighs apart, "what it would look like to have you all wide open for me."

"Ha—ave you?" Nayana's question comes out in a staggered breath when Taehyung chooses that moment to bury his face into her clothed pussy, his nose bumping against her clit. When she realizes that he's breathing her in, she becomes so flustered that she covers her face with her hands.

"Of course," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't count the amount of times I've laid in bed with my hand around my dick, imagining what it'd be like to have you sit on my face and cum all over my tongue." Her lavender cotton panties are so wet that her lips are visible, and Taehyung prods his tongue against her hole before coming back up to lick her clit. "Can I taste you now?"

"Please."

Taehyung hooks his fingers into the band of Nayana's underwear and takes his time pulling them down, kissing each new exposed patch of skin until his lips land on her pubic mound, just above her clit. His eyes pin her under his gaze as he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Nayana tugs her lower lip into her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing from the pleasure rocketing through her veins.

Taehyung makes quick work of her underwear, tossing those to the side too, before he's diving in face first. He uses his long fingers to spread her lips open and drag his tongue across her pussy from bottom to top. He takes her clit into his mouth again, circling his tongue around it and sucking it at the same time, while he carefully slides one finger halfway inside. He searches with the tip of his finger until he finds what he's looking for, and he knows he's struck gold when Nayana clenches and bucks into his mouth.

Taehyung introduces another finger and curls them both up into that spot repeatedly, keeping a steady pace. Nayana relaxes enough to release one of her hands from its clenched position on her shirt and bring it to Taehyung's head. She grasps the strands of his dark hair between her fingers and tentatively presses his face closer. Taehyung tightly grips her thigh with his free hand and moans into her pussy, the vibrations making her twitch around his long fingers.

"Fuck," he gasps out, "this is too fucking good." Taehyung gives her clit a sloppy French kiss and lets his tongue roll around the small nub until Nayana is vocalizing his name in a broken cry and threatening to tear his hair out. "Pull it harder, baby. You're not the only one who enjoys being hurt."

Nayana is close. The way Taehyung speaks to her, his voice honey and velvet, only pushes her farther toward that shining peak. "Tell...me more."

Taehyung locks eyes with her and smiles like he knows something she doesn't. He increases the speed of his fingers. "What about, babygirl?"

"About...you—when you would think about me...at night."

"Ahh." When he speaks, Taehyung's mouth doesn't part from her for too long. He's intent on pleasuring her with both his words and his tongue; between every few words, he pauses to kiss and suck her clit. "I don't know if you even remember this...but there was this time we went to a festival...and you wore this red dress. It clung to you perfectly...it drove me crazy. I was half-hard the entire time." Nayana moans at this. "When I went home that night, I couldn't stop imagining...bending you over one of those picnic tables and eating you out right there...or fucking you in my car with people outside just feet away. It would've been so easy...to just pull your dress up and slide inside." Taehyung punctuates this last sentence by pushing all the way in and rubbing Nayana's g-spot until she is screaming and covering his fingers with cum. He finds the sight of her orgasm incredibly endearing, and he laughs as he keeps fucking her with his mouth and hands until she forces him away.

Taehyung sits back as Nayana takes a moment to catch her breath. He watches her with loving eyes and a wet face—an interesting combination. When she's calmed down, she sits up and captures his lips in a kiss, tasting herself in the crevices of his mouth. Her hand settles on Taehyung's thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his robe, and he suddenly realizes how painfully hard he is.

"I wanna touch you, Tae. Can I?" Nayana asks, her lips brushing his.

"Honestly, I'd let you, but I'm so horny I think I might cum the moment your hand wraps around me. I'd rather be inside of you when that happens."

Nayana might've laughed if he weren't staring at her so intensely that it felt like layers of her very core were being stripped away. She merely watches him as he pulls the tie of his robe apart, letting the soft fabric fall open and slip off his shoulders. Taehyung's dick is exposed to the open air—flushed, drooling precum, and curving toward his stomach. It's thick, but not too long, which Nayana is grateful for, because it looks like it's going to be a tight fit without the added trouble of having her cervix stabbed. As Lucia would always say; bust the walls out, not the ceiling. Yeah, thanks, Lucia.

"Like what you see? You've been staring for quite a while." Taehyung's tone is filled with amusement, but Nayana doesn't miss the hint of uneasiness lingering in his eyes. A giggle slips past Nayana's lips as she leans forward to kiss him.

"You're perfect." Taehyung makes a noise of appreciation, and before he can deepen the kiss, Nayana is sliding off the bed and heading to her nightstand to retrieve her purse. Taehyung's eyes are glued to Nayana's body the entire time. Taehyung grips his dick, thumbing the head and spreading the precum around while he commits her curves to memory. Nayana comes back to his side seconds later with the pack of condoms Lisa "gifted" her.

"You brought condoms on this trip? Were you planning on fucking me all along?" Taehyung asks, chuckling.

"Okay, number one, these are from Lisa, and number two, you didn't bring any, so were you expecting to fuck me raw? Because that's not happening...yet."

Taehyung bites his lip at the idea of yet. He pulls one of the foil packets off the strand and rips it open. "I didn't bring any on this trip because I wasn't really anticipating sex with my closest friend, but, you know..." Taehyung rolls the condom onto his dick and gives his shaft a few satisfactory strokes before tugging Nayana into his lap. The head of his dick slides across her clit and they both gasp. Taehyung tightens his grip around her waist and positions his dick with his other hand. "Are you ready?" he whispers, pressing his lips to her neck.

"Yes."

Taehyung thrusts up at the same time Nayana lowers her hips, causing him to slide halfway in. Taehyung muffles a grunt in the side of Nayana's neck. His dick twitches when she moans, long and low, in his ear. "Are—are you okay?" he grits out through clenched teeth.

"I'm f—fine," Nayana insists. She clings to his bare back for dear life, her fingernails leaving little indents in his tan skin. The stretch is unfamiliar and it stings—she's never been spread open this far—but it's a good pain. The kind of pain that leaves you crawling back for more. She craves more of that sensation. Before he can speak again, Nayana sits her full weight on him, taking him completely inside of her body.

When Taehyung bottoms out, his eyes roll back. He can only imagine what it would be like to be inside of something this damn warm and wet without the condom on, and he has to ground himself to keep from busting at the mere thought. His breath puffs out across Nayana's neck and collarbone as he screws his eyes shut and remains still. When Nayana experimentally rocks her hips against his, Taehyung grabs her hips with shaking hands, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh. "Wait, fuck. Not yet." He kisses and nibbles along the column of her throat in an effort to distract himself and to work her up more. A few more moments pass, and he thinks he's finally calmed down enough to move.

Taehyung pulls out until just the tip is left inside and pushes back in—not harshly, but with enough force to make their skin slap when they connect. He does this again, pulling Nayana's body toward him at the same time so that she easily slides down his full girth, and again, and again, until he creates a steady rhythm that has them both moaning into each other's mouths. Nayana, still with her shirt on, now throws the useless article of clothing away, completely baring herself to Taehyung. Taehyung's breath hitches at the sight of her bare breasts in front of him, and his hips falter for a second before he increases the pace, feverishly fucking into her.

"Tae, yes, yes, oh fuck, don't stop," Nayana's pleas get louder when Taehyung takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking. He slides his hand from her hip around to the space where their bodies meet, gathering her wetness on this thumb before pressing the digit against her clit and rubbing in circles. Nayana tightens around him. This action spurs him on even more. Nayana lets out a shriek of surprise when her back abruptly collides with the bed, Taehyung throwing her legs over his shoulders. Their lips meet in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth as Taehyung rolls his hips, again searching for the spot that will have her coming apart in his arms.

"Fuck, please—" Nayana's breath catches and she chokes on her words when he strikes her g-spot, making her legs tense up around his neck. Taehyung grins wildly and relentlessly pounds into that soft, sensitive spot, driving her closer to the approaching end. The room is filled with the vulgar, wet slap of skin-on-skin, a sound that Taehyung loves, a sound that motivates him to fuck her into the hotel mattress until nothing escapes her mouth but punctuated gasps.

Nayana clenches around Taehyung almost unbearably tight, and he lets out a deep moan from the feeling; it's as if she's sucking him deeper within her body. Sweat drips off his nose and chin and lands on her own sweat-slicked skin—evidence of the hard work he's putting in. The pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach rapidly spreads to the rest of his body and he knows he's not going to last much longer, but he refuses to come before her.

"You gonna come for me? Come on, baby...come all over this dick." Taehyung's thumb returns to her clit and it only takes a few more well-placed strokes before she's finished. Nayana's mouth parts in a silent scream as she comes, her body tensing like a tightly-strung bow and her walls pulsing around his thick cock. Taehyung continues rubbing her clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure ebbing through her quivering body until she squirms away from his incessant hand.

At the sight of Nayana fucked-out and spent beneath him, his thrusts begin to lose rhythm, hips clumsily smacking into hers, and soon he is pushed over the edge, burying himself balls deep as the first spurts of seed shoot into the condom. Rough, broken moans spill from his lips as he works his way through his orgasm, thrusting a little more before finally coming to a stop. Taehyung's body slumps with exhaustion, though he makes sure to keep most of his weight off her. After catching his breath, he glances at Nayana to find her already looking at him. She regards him with an amused and affectionate expression. He dips his head to kiss her, though he can't stop himself from smiling.

Taehyung pulls out, slips the condom off and ties it before going to the bathroom to dispose of it. He returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean Nayana and himself with. His caresses are as gentle as they were at the beginning of the night, a contrast to the way he just plowed her into the bed moments ago. Nayana's eyes start to hang low, but there is something she must do before she can even think about sleeping. When Taehyung comes out of the bathroom again, he's about to climb into bed beside her until she says,

"Taeee...can you get my bonnet for me? I can't sleep on these pillows without it. It's in my suitcase...in the first compartment."

"Mm, sure." Taehyung kisses her cheek before walking over to her suitcase (still butt-naked). Even after everything that just transpired, Nayana's stomach fills with anxiety-ridden butterflies over the kiss. She's unused to this level of intimacy with Taehyung; every action is performed with intentions that aren't simply platonic anymore, and she doesn't know how to handle this.

Taehyung comes back with her bonnet in his hand, and Nayana reaches for it, but instead Taehyung plops it on top of her head. He laughs at its lopsidedness until he sees the unamused look Nayana levels him with. The laughter fades as he bends down so they're face to face and tucks her braids into the bonnet with meticulous care. It's impossible for Nayana to keep her face neutral and she soon breaks into a shy smile, averting her eyes from Taehyung's.

Bonnet secured, Taehyung turns the lights off and nestles under the sheets with her, her back to his chest and his arms holding her in a comforting grip.

"I...really like you, you know." His voice is tender. He fumbles over the word like, wanting to say something more but still afraid.

Nayana wonders if he can hear her heart pounding.

"I like you too, Taehyung."

Nayana wakes up with the sun blazing her eyes, legs tangled in the bedsheets, and a warm body pressed against her own. A warm body...

Everything from last night floods back to her lethargic mind. Her chest grows warm and her heart beats overtime. She turns her head around to look at Taehyung, who is still blissfully asleep, his arm draped over her middle. His features are soft and relaxed, a contrast to his normal disposition. A smile spreads across her lips at the sight of him.

Nayana's phone rings from the nightstand, signaling an incoming FaceTime call. Of course, it's from Lisa. She doesn't even remember bringing her phone to his side of the room last night. Against her better judgment, she answers the call, making sure to turn the volume down so Taehyung doesn't awaken.

Lisa's big, smiling face pops up on the screen seconds later. She's in the hotel room she shares with Lucia, standing outside on the balcony. "Heeeeeeeeeeyy sis—oh my God, is that Taehyung?" Lisa's greeting is cut short when she spots Taehyung's arm in the corner of the screen.

"Uh—maybe?"

Lisa screams so loud that Nayana is sure the annoying sound can rival every seagull in the area combined. Lucia's panicked voice pops up in the background as she rushes out of the bathroom to check and make sure Lisa didn't plummet off the side of the balcony or something. "Lu, come here! Look at this shit!" Lisa yanks Lucia by the arm, pulling the dark-haired girl into the frame. She's freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that she struggles to hold in place as Lisa jostles her around like a ragdoll. However, her eyes also widen when she sees the cause of Lisa's hysterics.

"Nayana, girl, is that you? Who's in the bed with you? Is that Tae? HAHA!" Lucia covers her mouth and cackles like a witch. Now the both of them are cheering, screaming, and laughing as loud as they can. Nayana is sure the beach goers on the sand below must be contemplating calling hotel security.

"I TOLD you it would work!" Lisa cries out, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Ya girl is a GENIUS! You guys need to listen to me more often!"

"Too bad you can't be a matchmaker for yourself. How long have you been eye-spying Jungkook and you still haven't made a move?" Nayana retorts, stifling a laugh. Lucia bursts out laughing and Lisa slaps her arm.

"Don't worry about me, girl. All in due time. In the meantime, we should leave you alone with that new boooooyfriend of yours!" Lisa reminds Nayana of a silly first-grader who sings the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song whenever she spots another potential couple. Nayana rolls her eyes. "We'll see you later, yeah? Unless you two decide to stay holed up in the room all day. You gotta tell me all the details!"

"Girl—bye!"

The conversation ends and Nayana is immediately back to staring at Taehyung. She's too wired to go back to sleep, and right now, there's no better sight to see than this.

Nayana doesn't know how long she lies there observing him, but eventually he wakes up. She doesn't even bother with pretending like she hasn't been watching him sleep. He blinks his eyes cutely and yawns, smacking his lips. They make eye contact and they both laugh.

"I could get used to waking up to this," Taehyung says quietly, voice husky. He cups her cheek in his palm and smiles. He shifts closer but yelps when something suddenly pokes him in the side.

"What is it!?

Taehyung reaches under the covers, searching for the object. When he finds it, he holds it up for Nayana to see. It's the pack of condoms, four still left over from last night. He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"Wanna use the rest of these?"

[steves-legs]

Honest (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Summary: Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, had nerves of steel behind the mask. He was able to defeat horrible villains, swing from impossible heights, and do the impossible. But without the suit, without the mask, he can’t even tell his best friend that he’s in love with her. Maybe it’s her beauty, her confidence, or the possibility of losing her altogether if he admits his feelings, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. His hesitation also most definitely has something to do with the fact that she’s Flash’s little sister.

Characters: Peter Parker, Y/N Thompson, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Molly Owen (OC), Liz Toomes, May Parker, 

A/N: there is a little reference to one of Robert Downey Jr.’s old roles in here ;)

You had always been close with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. You remembered Peter being there when you broke your arm after Flash had pushed you off of your bike. May had Peter deliver a batch of your favorite cookies to your home the day after, even though they had nothing to do with the incident. You remembered Ned fending off the playground bullies for you in third grade when your brother wouldn’t. When you discovered that your two closest friends were also best friends (small world, am I right?), you three became inseparable.

As the years went on and the three of you started high school, the friendship only strengthened as an idea of watching movies together had turned into a weekly tradition. At first, the two boys would make their way to your house, but once Mrs. Thompson got a new job that kept her busy during the weekends, her brother had made it a point to bully the three of you incessantly; so much so that the weekly movie marathon was moved to Ned’s.

In school, you had achieved the status of, ‘Miss Popularity’; a moniker that Ned teased you about to the point of claiming you had become too cool to hang out with the likes of their ‘league of nerds’, but you paid no mind, usually retaliating with some pop culture reference, which Peter tended to fall to his knees for. As stated before, you three were inseparable.

But lately, Peter had been acting... strange. You couldn’t really place a finger on it, but he’d been spending a lot less time ogling Liz... and he’d skipped the past month of Saturday night movie marathons. Whenever Saturday rolled around, and you were on your way to the Leeds’ house, you would receive a text from Peter letting you know that he would be unable to You’d questioned Ned about it on more than one occasion, but every time he just laughed it off.

“Pigeons learn faster than you,” he’d said once. You hit him over the head with a rolled-up magazine for that one.

•  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •

Sitting on the bleachers with your headphones tucked in your ears and a bag of carrots resting on your knees, you reached into your backpack for your copy of The Motion of Life in Water. You’d told your usual group of lunch buddies that you had to study, which was a lie, but you didn’t feel too guilty for it. You munched in silence, reading with soft music playing. You bobbed your head from side to side slightly, completely closed off from the outside world. But as the song’s tempo increased, the feeling of your right earbud being yanked out startled you. Turning your head quickly to shout at whoever dared disrupt you, your eyebrows rose up in surprise as the sight of Peter Parker greeted you. His boyish face had been on your mind a lot as his absence was a noticeable one.

In a moment of unfiltered frustration, you smacked him across the thigh with the paperback book.

“Peter, what the hell!?” you shouted. He sat on your left, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jeez, Y/N, sorry! I just wanted to know what you’re listening to,” he said, listening in on your music. “Ah, not a bad choice.” He smiled, inserting the earbud fully.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you showed it to me, Petey,” you said. “So where have you been lately?”

“Wh-What do you mean?” he asked nervously, cocking an eyebrow as he offered you a strawberry. You offered him a carrot in return.

“You skipped all of our John Hughes movie nights! It’s so unlike you, Pete, to skip Weird Science?“

“I don’t even like Weird Science, Y/N. Ian reminds me a little too much of--”

“Mr. Stark, I know. I get it. You’re basically an Avenger now,” you rolled your eyes. “I bet you haven’t even met any of them, other than Iron Man.”

One of the few topics of discussion that always seemed to come up was Peter’s internship with Stark Industries. Ever since the Stark Convention in 2010, Peter had become enamored with the Iron Man. It was only fitting that the man that saved Pete’s life would end up choosing him as an intern.

“Y-Yeah...” Peter said softly, smiling down at his feet for some reason.

“But hey,” you began. He looked at you, his brown eyes searching your face. You didn’t catch on, but he looked at you with longing.

“Do you think you could get Spider-Man to sign something for me?” you asked giddily. “Not to totally take advantage of your situation, but he’s awesome.” Peter’s cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Wh-Wh-What m-makes you say that?” he asked, brows furrowed. You gave him a strange look, smiling.

“I dunno, he’s probably the only Avenger who hasn’t left anyone dead on the streets. He’s all for the little guy,” you explained.

“But what if he’s, like, super ugly under the mask? Like, horrifically burned or something?” a detached voice asked. You and Peter glanced over to see Molly, one of your friends, nearing with Liz and your brother not far behind. Flash smirked at her comment.

“I bet he’s definitely got some horrible skin deformity,”

“What, like Deadpool?” you asked as they stopped short in front of you and Peter on the bleachers.

“Yeah! God, what if he’s some geek with pimples and shit?” Flash agreed.

“Okay, well first off, Flash, who invited you into this conversation?” you asked, grinning slyly. He glared at you.

“Y/N, don’t be so anal, alright? You’re having a public conversation with Penis Parker. Are you seriously gonna get mad at me for wanting to be involved?” Flash retorted. You’d already had your fill of his attitude for the day, so you pulled out your left earbud and folded your arms over your chest. Peter, Liz, and Molly collectively held their breath.

“No, you can’t. See, you wouldn’t know this, pretty boy, but you wouldn’t have to rely so heavily on your physical appearance if you were actually a nice guy. But no, you wake up three hours before school to style your fucking hair because there’s nothin’. Going. On. Upstairs,” you said, tapping your temple to express just how much you meant what you said. He looked somewhat embarrassed because of Peter’s laughter. Liz groaned at the conflict in general. You pursed your lips to keep from laughing along, high fiving Peter. Flash huffed, crossing his arms and storming off.

“Nice, Y/N. Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Molly snickered, she and Liz taking the seats below you and Peter.

“Y/N, Flash does kinda have a point, though. You’ve gotta shut up about this Spider-person! What if he is actually a she? What if you’re obsessing over some totally hot crime-fighting vigilante chick?” Molly proposed.

“Spider-Man.... is a man... Because he calls himself Spider-Man,” Peter commented defensively.

“I love him,” you joked, earning laughter from Liz.

“Well, if what Ned said in gym class the other day was true, then Peter does know Spider-Man,” she said, motioning toward Peter. “Why don’t you hook them up?” Molly nodded vigorously.

“I... I barely know the guy,” Peter said bleakly, swallowing hard. You poked his arm softly, making him jolt slightly.

“I... know... when... you’re... lying, Petey,” you teased. “But don’t worry. I won’t ask you to introduce me to your new web-slinging buddy,” You laid your head on his shoulder. “It’d be too awkward, anyway.” You closed your eyes, putting your earbud back in. If you hadn’t closed your eyes, you would’ve seen the way Peter’s face turned beet red. You would’ve seen how Liz raised an eyebrow at his reaction to your affection, and you would’ve seen the shit-eating grin on Molly’s face.

It seemed that everyone knew but you.

•   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   • 

You whistled along to the radio as you danced around your room, reading from your textbook after school that Friday. No clubs or plans, so the rest of your day was open. You were home alone that evening; Flash had a date (so he most likely wouldn’t be back until the next morning) and your parents both worked, so the music was rather loud.

The sun had begun to set and when you looked out the window, you saw the beautiful city skyline and the outline of Stark Tower in front of the orange-colored sky. It felt peaceful and safe being close enough to see the building, but far enough away that if the sky were to open up again, you’d be safe from harm for a little longer. You tossed your textbook onto your bed, climbing in after it. You propped your feet up against the wall your twin bed touched, your mind wandering from seeing the Chitauri attack on the news to Peter’s internship. What exactly did it entail anyway? Why did he disappear so often as of late? Why did he act so secretive about the internship, especially towards you? You’d never told anyone any of his secrets, so why was this one that he wanted to keep from you? All questions with no answer.

Being home alone could only be fun for so long, so you decided to text your group chat with Peter and Ned to see what they were up to.

 Y/N: Guys, I’m dying of boredom over here. What’re you up to?

Nedward 🤠: Hanging out at home. Was just about to text u.

Y/N: Petey

Y/N: Peter Benjamin Parker, wya sis?

Y/N: Where is he tho

Nedward 🤠: I dunno should we be worried? Usually the second your name pops up on his phone hes jumping for it like it’s a life raft and hes in the middle of the ocean

Y/N: Don’t exaggerate. We should totally surprise him at home. He’s probably asleep. Or doing homework

Nedward 🤠: What kind of loser does homework on a Friday? I have to help mom with dinner. I’ll see if I can come later on though?

Y/N: Peter. Peter does homework on a Friday. And me. I do homework on Fridays. Don’t judge. I’m gonna text May and head over

Nedward 🤠: Ok let me know if he’s dead

•   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   • 

You knocked softly on the door to May’s apartment.

“One second!” her sweet voice called. You heard hurried footsteps make their way over and she pulled the door open. She saw your face and hers lit up like a kid’s on Christmas.

“Y/N! I was worried something happened. What took you so long to get here?” she asked, sounding a lot like your mother. You grinned sheepishly, holding up a bag from Delmar’s deli.

“I got you guys sandwiches,”

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart!” she took the bag from you, giving you a tight hug and pulling you inside.

“Delmar asked about you again,” you teased. May rolled her eyes, handing you the sandwich marked #5 and the two bags of sour gummy worms.

“Oh, shush. You sound just like Peter. He’s in his room,” May said, heading back over to her desk. You made your way across the living room, knocking on Peter’s bedroom door. No answer. You opened the door slowly, peeking in to see him fast asleep on top of the covers on his bed. Shirtless. Funny. You grinned, letting yourself in and shutting the door behind you.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. I got you dinner,” you said, setting his food down on the nightstand. You sat beside his sleeping body but immediately gasped at the sight. His upper torso was marred with cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes; your heart sinking as a particularly angry looking bruise drew your attention. You didn’t recall Peter having so many cuts and bruises on his body. It looked as though he’d been through a war. You reached out to brush your fingers through his unkempt locks with concern. He had a small cut on his forehead as well. Your fingers on his skin woke him in an instant. He sat up with a start, grabbing your wrist in panic. He let out a loud sigh of relief.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s just you. How long--” he yawned, letting go of your arm-- “how long have you been here?” He pulled one of those science pun shirts on over his injuries, groaning slightly. You didn’t comment on it.

“I just got here...” you said, taking a look around. His room was a mess. It had taken you being there to realize just how long it had been since you’d actually been in his room. Sure, you spent your weekends out in the living room during your sleepovers with Ned and occasionally Molly or even May, but you hadn’t been in his room in months. You stood, making your way over to his desk.

“What’s all this?” you asked, gesturing to the odd-looking tech blueprints. They looked familiar somehow.

“J-Just stuff for Mr. Stark. And a little bit of schoolwork mixed in,” Peter leaped off the bed, joining you in looking at the blueprints for a second before he hurriedly smashed all of the papers into one of the drawers. You spun around, leaning against the desk looking at his room from a new angle.

“I haven’t been in here in a while,” you commented. Peter had his hand on the desk, his thumb brushing against your left pinky.

“Yeah, it has been a while hasn’t it?” he agreed. You gestured towards his dinner.

“You gonna eat?” Peter moved away from you in an instant, going for the gummy worms.

“Thanks a ton, Y/N. I can pay you back,” he offered, sitting back on his bed. He tossed you the second bag of gummy worms. For a moment, things felt normal. Peter had that glow in his eyes back, but the strange cuts and bruises on his body worried you endlessly. You didn’t want to address it, for fear that he would just close back up again.

You sat at his desk, spinning in his rolling chair. You wheeled over to him and put your feet up on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, Petey.” You smiled at him and he gave you a sweet look. You watched him for a long time, still debating on whether or not you’d bother to ask what was up.

But you did anyway.

“Are you okay lately?” you asked. Peter looked at you nervously.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been acting super... distant lately. Even when you’re around, it’s like your mind is somewhere else. I’m just sorta worried, is all. Is it the internship or... Liz?” you asked, feeling a strange jealousy in your gut when you brought up his ever-present (so it seemed) crush.

“Everything’s fine!” Peter said a little too quickly and he knew it. “It’s got nothing to do with Liz.”

“So it’s the internship?”

“I... I guess. Partially?” Peter said, recoiling. You rolled your eyes, feet hitting the floor as you stood.

“Peter, you can’t lie to me anymore. You’re covered in all these bruises and cuts, it’s terrifying me. I can’t be in the dark just because you’re afraid of what I’ll think! I’m so worried for you,” you admitted, still holding the open bag of gummy worms in your hand. Peter set his bag down, sighing.

“Okay, okay... I... I was keeping it a secret because I don’t want you to ever risk you getting hurt because of me,” he began. You listened expectantly.

“I’m--”

He paused.

The faint sound of his watch beeping frantically sent Peter into a frenzy. He brushed past you, tearing his shirt and pants off in a hurry.

“Wh-What are you doing--...” You trailed off when Peter pulled the familiar suit up his legs. He slapped his chest, the suit suctioning to his body.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said through the mask. The Spider-Man. You were too stunned to respond. “Mr. Stark needs me... I... I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrowed, trying to absorb the situation as he threw his window open and disappeared into the city streets. You could hear the sounds of gunfire from his bedroom as you ran to the window, leaning out to watch him swing around the corner. Hell.

You did the only thing you could think of and called Ned.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Is Pete ok?”

“He’s fucking Spider-Man!” you whisper-yelled, climbing out onto the fire escape outside Peter’s window.

“...I know.” Ned answered. You slammed the window shut and climbed down the ladder, cradling your phone between your ear and your shoulder.

“Excuse me, WHAT? You knew and didn’t tell me!?”

“He didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Why? Why do you know then?” you demanded.

“He came crawling into his room in the suit when I went over a while ago,” Ned replied sheepishly. You let go of the ladder when you got to the bottom, landing on the street below. “Did you just climb out the fire escape?”

“I can’t face May’s questioning! Does she know!?”

“No, she doesn’t know!” Ned exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response. You groaned. “How’d you find out?”

“His stupid beeper thing went off. I’m guessing it’s connected to Mr. Stark’s Life Alert necklace or something, you said, rounding the corner in the direction you saw Peter go.

“Y/N, where are you going?”

“Just waiting outside for the little fucker to come back and explain himself,” you lied.

“Y/N,” Ned warned. “Stay put. He’ll be devastated if you get hurt.”

Ned had a point. You leaned against the brick walls of Peter’s apartment building.

“Fine...” you said softly. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Be safe,” Ned answered before hanging up. You groaned, running your fingers through your hair. You had no idea how long you’d have to wait.

•   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   •   •

“Y/N... you’re still here,” Peter’s detached voice said softly. You looked up from your shoes to see him standing there, still in the suit and all. He took a few steps closer to you and under the harsh streetlights, you saw his suit was torn, he had fresh wounds and a slight limp. He reached out a hand to help you stand regardless of the pain he was definitely in.

“Yeah, well, I’m persistent,” you joked as you got to your feet. Peter didn’t say anything, only watched you shiver against the cold.

“Y/N, why’d you wait out here?”

“I panicked... and the fire escape ladder’s too high up for me to reach...”

“Wanna... wanna come back inside?”

“Pete, why didn’t you tell me? Why weren’t you just honest with me?” you demanded, ignoring his question. Peter shrugged his shoulders, speaking through the mask.

“Wow, this feels surprisingly easier when you can’t see my face--”

“Peter.”

“Okay, okay... I didn’t want to risk you ever, ever getting involved in something I can’t get you out of. I want you to live a normal life, even if that means I disappear from it,” he reasoned. Your heart sank, but you crossed your arms.

“Why? Why does it matter so much? Ned knows.”

“Because... you’re not Ned. Not like he’s more replaceable or anything, but you’re my favorite girl. I want to be the one that makes your day, Y/N. I’m pretty sure that you’re Spidey’s number-one fan and I’m yours,” Peter paused.

You felt a smile creep up on your face as he continued. “I’ve seen you date guys that, yeah, they’ve made your heart melt and they’ve made you happy, but I don’t think that they’re right for you. It’s selfish, but I think you were made for me. You’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. It bothers me a lot that I haven’t been the kind of guy you want, the kind that breaks your heart and makes you cry.” You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything for a moment. You slung his arm over your shoulder and walked him down the empty street, toward the fire escape. You finally spoke.

“You don’t think I was crying out here, worried that you’d get hurt? You don’t think I wanted to cry every time you talked about Liz? God, take this damn thing off,” you groaned, grabbing the mask and pulling it up off of his head. His tousled locks draped over his forehead and you saw a bruise forming over his right eye. You gasped, holding the mask over your lips.

“Peter...”

He shrugged.

“Gotta protect the city, right?”

“God, from what?” Your eyes widened.

“Some guy in a green goblin suit, I guess. The city’s full of crazies,” Peter answered. He grinned slyly. “Hey, wanna do something awesome? It’ll make me feel so cool, and I know you’ve dreamed of a moment like this.”

“Sure, Spidey,” you said. Peter took back the mask, pulling it over his head ‘just in case May had gone to investigate the silence’. He put an arm around your waist and shot a web up toward his windowsill. The two of you were practically catapulted up onto the fire escape.

“Holy hell, that was amazing!” you exclaimed, grinning. Peter’s eyes glinted at your reaction.

“Maybe sometime I can take you around the city.”

Peter climbed into his room, you following slowly. He changed out of the suit as you sat on his bed. He pointed to the nightstand.

“Can you get the first aid kit out of that top drawer?” he asked, pulling on sweatpants and carrying a t-shirt over to sit beside you. You did as you were asked and opened it.

“You don’t have to--”

“Yeah, I do. You won’t be able to reach some of these anyhow,” you interjected, pressing a few gauze pads to a laceration on his arm.

“Have you done this before?”

“Mom’s a registered nurse, remember?”

“Right, my bad,” Peter smiled. You cleaned his smaller wounds with care; it didn’t take long for your Spider-Man to be all patched up. You pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“You know something?” he began, looking at you affectionately.

“I know some things, yes, but you can educate me if you want.”

“I know it’s really cliche, but I think I’m better when I’m with you. I, like, worry when you’re not around,” Peter admitted.

“I like it when you say things like that,” you replied, leaning close to his face. He rested a hand carefully on your cheek, pressing your foreheads together.

“You’re not afraid to be in my life, knowing what you do now?”

“I never was.”

Then Peter kissed your parted lips feverishly, passionately, with his fingers in your hair. He wasn’t wrong, it was cliche but it was happiness. And it was real.

[yharnamopossum]

actually u kno what i was gonna write prose tonight but instead i’m gonna vent maybe writing all this down will help me Get Over It lmao here’s some lovely bullet points for how gross and awful my ex is that people who still interact with her may wanna know before continuing to Do That:

let’s start with the incest!!!

i don’t know about y’all but uh. doing sexual roleplays with your sibling is fucking weird right lmao???? like i’m not alone in thinking that right?? she had a side blog that belonged to a “””friend””” of theirs but it was literally an oc, and they did sexual roleplays through this blog. like. no, it’s not your friend, it is YOU flirting with YOUR OWN FUCKING SISTER what the FUCK is wrong with you

who shares porn and sex toys with their sibling. who. WHO. THAT ISN’T FUCKING NORMAL. fuckssAKE.

i remember once her sis was having some, uh, reproductive health issues, and she fuckin described it to me in like aggressive detail, as if she’d seen it. like. why are you sticking your nose in your sister’s vag. no, that’s not normal. that’s GROSS. what the FUCK.

she once told me details of her sister’s, uh. private landscaping habits lmfao. 1, why do you know your sister’s grooming habits and 2. WHY ARE YOU FUCKING TELLING ME. why do you know these things!! who keeps track of their siblings’ fucking genitals & how they present them lmfao!!!

we once were gonna have a “date” (ie voice chat & games) and once the shit connects “oh tea’s here hope that’s okay :)” UM. NO? YOU GONNA INVITE YOUR FUCKING SISTER ON DATES? like how far was that gonna go lmfao. as if the fact these creeps were sexual with each other wasn’t gross enough, the knowing that if i’d stayed in that situation i probably would have gotten dragged into some weird incest shit is WORSE LOL. fucking CHRIST.

speaking of sexual shit that’s Not Cool that she thought Was Cool, how about more stuff including noncon and pedophilia!!

i had to CONSTANTLY remind her of shimon’s sexuality because she was always trying to make him more sexual than he is. maybe not a big deal on paper, but he is based on ME, A SEXUAL ABUSE SURVIVOR. no, i don’t like the idea of a chara i project onto getting pressured into sex by his boyfriend!! i don’t like the idea of his boyfriend forcing children on him!!!! she once, like, pointed out oliver would surprise kiss him for the first time, which HEY HELLO IS NOT COOL TO BEGIN WITH, but then when i tried to dismiss it with “uhh yeah shimon would punch him in the face” she went “haha lol canon!!!” LIKE??? YES SEXUAL ASSAULT RESULTING IN PHYSICAL ASSAULT IS GREAT!

also the time she made the punchline of a porn comic oliver sexually assaulting shimon lmfao. “haha he doesn’t want to have sex but he’s making him!! silly and fun!!!! hashtag they fuck lol!!!” fuck off

and it wasn’t just them, it was like. everything was SO sexual always. it was so uncomfortable!! like i get i’m kind of a prude but???

okay big one is like. literally she said nicko and cal had shared vows and were married and then cal goes off and fucks and impregnates someone else. cool! cheating on your spouse is cool apparently!!! but the worst part is she SOLELY referred to it as “blowing off steam” HELLO???? lmfao you really consider someone cheating on their spouse just “blowing off steam”??? this is your definition of it?? this is the character you’ve based on YOURSELF???

and that’s the thing, too. like all these violent and sexually abusive characters she said were based on herself. cool. neat. no wonder i was always paranoid about getting cheated on or getting beaten once we met lmao

cal also weirdly pressures nicko into sex and like. says a bunch of shit that makes him uncomfortable in fics and it’s all uwu cute~ in her mind. like. no. and the worst part is she’s so fucking dense she doesn’t even understand that the shit she’s writing is unacceptable!!! you wanna write noncon into your stories and ocs’ backgrounds?? fine! go ahead! it’s venting! i did the same shit with theo! but ACKNOWLEDGE IT FOR WHAT IT IS!! fucksSAKE dude

that’s all noncon and shit. how about the weird fetishisation of gay people in general lmao. i’m pretty sure i don’t need to go into this cus anyone who’s ever seen her stuff would Get It lmao.

OH I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE PEDOPHILIA LMFAO y’all know she casually had a pedophile oc but never fucking mentioned it??? yeah! i didn’t know either until i literally started to kin him. she went into ludwig’s obsessions and shit at length before but failed to ever mention he first met nicko when nicko was a LITERAL CHILD. LIKE, UH, HEY, THAT SEEMS LIKE A PRETTY IMPORTANT DETAIL FOR YOU TO ADD DON’T YOU THINK??? you go on for hours and hours about how skeevy this dude is but you fail to mention he’s a PEDOPHILE?? i only found out about this AFTER i got wildly attached to him and redeemed him without knowing and started to id with him. thanks! fucking disgusting

what next!! how about violence & aggression

u have any idea how much it sucks to get triggered into remembering being beaten by another ex of yours cus your gf goes into excrutiating detail about how she wishes she could kick someone’s ass? lmao. it’s not fun!!! and she IDOLISED that shit; she thought violence was fucking cool!! hello!!!!!

she hated one of my best friends, and when i asked why, she said it was because 1. they didn’t say hi to her sister in a stream and 2. they didn’t get involved with drama when people started comparing her to them. i tried SO hard to explain how all these things were misunderstandings, but she refused to listen. i drew parallels to things that had happened to myself, she said that she could see the similarities between herself and people who had hurt me, but refused to fix it, instead growing distant. real good lmao.

in fact she hated this person so much she refused to acknowledge them but NEVER TOLD ME THIS so i kept mentioning them as my friend and she would ignore me, to the point where she was ignoring art and shit i worked for weeks on. real nice way to support your girlfriend! putting your grudges before her. fuckssake

and that isn’t even touching on how she just. Treats People. people like me! and the reasons i’m fucking angry. i’m too fucking Exhausted to go into all the shit she did to me and how horribly she treated me and i’m already crying and my chest is tight i can’t fucking think too hard about it right now but i would LOVE to tell anyone who would like to know so :^)

GOD i’ve given myself a headache there’s more but i’m just Tired my dudes i’m fucking Tired

tl;dr

does sexual rps & gets sexually intimate with sister

thinks cheating, noncon, & pedophilia are excusable/not a big deal

violent & forcibly sexual

holds grudges & is just generally a negative and rude person

whatever i’m gonna regret posting this i’ll take it down before morning but fuckssake dude

but hey! hmu if anyone wants more info lmao i’m livid!!!!

EDIT: CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE ART THEFT i mentioned this once before but jam’s also an art thief :)

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The Hollow review/summary/rant/explanation of why i hate the ending I wasn’t sure whether I should post this, but I did enjoy reading others experiences watching this show, so here’s mine under the cut. Edited from a convo with a friend.

(Obviously, spoilers!)

Me: Okay so to properly express my disappointment i gotta take you through the major beats

The show starts with three teens waking up in an almost empty room, finding out they all have amnesia. They quickly solve a puzzle to escape the room, and just as quickly Adam and Mira realize they have superpowers (superstrength/agility and some weird 'speak to animals/know all languages' hybrid, respectively. also she can breathe underwater and swim really fast. its kind of vague)

Kai is already clearly a comic relief, discount Ron (from HP, the movies, no idea about the books) so me and sister correctly predict he'll get jealous of adam and miras relationship (even if there is none), gets pissy and jealous that he has no powers, but then finds out he has powers anyway he does, hes a fire bender. cant say im not bitter about that cause id put my money on invulnerability but eh its alright he has red hair after all hes still fun

Friend: Of course he is

I just feel bad is all aldjs

Me: adam gets a throwaway line of 'maybe were dead' and kai never lets it go

this food might be poisoned but im starving and hey were dead anyway! right, adam

Friend: I love him??

Me: i loved him as soon as he spoke his first dumb words also he puns but basically hes the only interesting char; adam and mira are just cookie cutter 'male lead 1' and 'female lead 1' i mean, he’s cookie cutter ‘jealous 3rd wheel’ but that has more going on than the first two still servicable though

anyway so the jokes are sometimes fun, and superpowers are always my jam. but the REAL reason to keep watching is just, whats going on? ARE they dead? or in some kind of weird gvnmt experiment? some weird magical vampire guide (dont ask) hints they wanted this themselves ooh, intrigue. and the world is very very quirky they start in a gravity falls-y woods and then get teleported to a desert with minotaurs and witches, then get invited for tea by the Grim Reaper and the rest of the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse

tbh Grim is the best part of the show but thats neither here nor there

anyway they have a magic map that updates once theyve been somewhere, and it shows them that the hot dry desert and the swampy wood bunker are like right next to each other

so you start thinking, how are they gonna explain that? this is too weird to be handwaved away. theyve gotta be going somewhere

they visit some other exotic locals, like what appears to be the set of Alien (complete with alien) and an abandoned old fair and a floating island with japanese inspired evildoers on it

the weird magic guide keeps showing up and being vague, dropping hints that there are other kids there etc

at some point Mira says "This is no time for games!" Weirdy: "Thats where youd be wrong~" me and sister: Aha! videogame! that connects all the dots, and also makes the tropes clear: small world with all kinds of different areas, quests, fights, superpowers, an updating map, fast travel Adam, a few eps later: guis i think we might be in a videogame me and sister: [high five]

Anyway in the meantime also the second predictable Kai (discount Ron) plot happens: they meet three other kids (boy boy girl) and they act shady but the girl takes an immediate and obvious interest in Kai so obviously theyre gonna manipulate him and have him betray his friends but in the end he'll see through their facade and kick their ass that more or less happens. The other teens also confirm that this is a game, and theyre trying to win. winning is done by bringing the MacGuffin to a tree fights over macguffin ensue situations are dire but our characters persevere

(also Mira kisses Adam and he acts very weird about it, almost as if hes gay and the only reason they didnt make it canon is censors) (no lingering gaze, just him going 'hehe yeah no thanks, its not you, its me', but in a very... he doesnt seem to be saying it with shall we say burning desire in his soul. hes literally just like 'eh youre a good friend.' Cool move, cartoon that made the two main boys have arguments over nothing cause of course the two main guys have constant dick measuring matches)

this all is not the offensive part btw it was all fun and games, its just a flash cartoon i wasnt expecting Shakespeare

anyway so theyre in a videogame, and apparently thats the answer to all the weirdness. A bit of a cop-out, cause thats a very easy answer, but eh, it works. it wasnt immediately obvious.

also something i hadnt mentioned yet: thisd be ideal for making (self-insert) OCs. Unique powers for each person, there are clearly more characters than shown, the world is your playground

and maybe the video game thing could be interesting on its own in the last few eps the game seems to be glitching out a lot they say its breaking apart so they really gotta hurry now maybe they were beta testers for a vr game gone wrong maybe this is part of it but its like a huge experience that you tell all your friends about anyway there are ways it could be cool, could be expanded to a season 2 despite having solved the mystery

but. last episode. our heroes get the MacGuffin, go to a final stage, and fight the Boss Battle (its a dragon). they enter the Castle....

...and the screen zooms out, into a sudden live action stage, where we see the cartoon (literally what you were just watching) on screen. there are 6 chairs, 3 with our heroes, 3 with the other teens, presumably. theres a host and hes dressed exactly like the weird guy (and that was already kind of a clashy outfit in the cartoon). it was all just a game show. but. the worst part is the live action

you. dont. go. from. animated. to. live. action.

other way around? fine, can work. But now? WHY itd still be dumb and dissapointing but if itd been animated too itd at least have been.... nice to look at but the acting.. oh god they didnt even say anything and it was all wrong clearly theyd just picked the first random teens that vaguely looked like the chars and put them in there cause they had no lines so who needs acting?!

the enemy teams girl had, in the cartoon, pink hair. Purple with pink highlights instead of stylizing that into something more realistic or painting the actual hair, they gave some 30-year old woman a wig and called it a day

keep in mind i binged this show in one go

purposely stayed up late to watch the last ep with my sis even tho we shouldve gone to bed and were disobeying our dad cause we Had to Know

and theres more i said they had no lines but i was lying. Kai did have a line. well, his voice actor did they dubbed him also the line was about him having to pee which is already not the most hilarious in animated version but a live action kid whose supposed to be this character you spent 3 hours with but looks nothing like him saying that in a voice that doesnt belong to his throat, as he stands bashfully in front of a live audience, the only words spoken by your main characters in the last moments...

*its actual hell*

oh oh one more thing at the end the six kids stand in a line and kai is next to other girl they glance at each other and as the eyes of this teen and 30 year old in wig cross, her eye glitches for a moment

dun dun duuun

bUT i dont care anymore, The Hollow. You overestimated your own premise. this wont be forgiven. your most interesting part was the mystery, and the answer  to that was "just a normal game show" (which also doesnt make sense on another level smh) soo if you think that im interested in what these two-dimensional (ha) characters will do now about the glitch in the eye of a bitch then i have news for u

i dont

...if they get a second season ill probably check it out though as long as its animated

Friend: Gammi I'm getting the real sinking suspicious feeling that what you saw isn't the real end but bad on purpose because there's more to it

Me: the show didnt seem good enough to be bad on purpose

and yet im still not done, if youll still hear me out

i mean, im an animation fan so ill still watch but if theyd wanted to be bad on purpose they really shouldve done a better job fleshing out the characters thats what people come back for that was a bit of a sidetrack BUT so i said why the live action itself was just terrible in overal quality

but the resolution that 'oh it was all in a game show' doesnt work on multiple levels

first of all, they show a short flashback of "About 5 hours earlier". The kids stand on the stage and are instructed to take their seats in the vr-chairs, and pick their superpower

2 things i dislike about that

1) there goes all the self-insert/oc potential. they werent teens in over their heads, they werent gvnmt experiments, or just some kids who wanted to play a game -they were in it to win it, from the start. thats very specific and not the most appealing to all kinds of characters (goodbye, all the 'im just an average girl whod never step into the spotlight like that' characters).

Also, all the expansion on lore is gone. maybe there were other games simultaneously? eh, maybe, but theyd be all gameshows. Maybe someone ended uo trapped there for way longer? nah its just a gameshow theyre not gonna let anything actually bad happen. Maybe there are other worlds, other areas, other weird creatures? unlikely, they finished the map and familiarity seemed to be a thing for the audience. Now every new idea has to be put not through a 'whats interesting for a player' but a 'whats interesting for a viewer' lens, and whats a selfinsert if not a player in another universe

2) HOW IS THIS A SUCCESSFUL GAME SHOW

who the hell watches a game show for 5 consecutive hours, some of which mustve been just them walking. also, we zoom out of the screen were watching, so implication is that everything up until then has been what the audience has seen. but... we only followed the one team. there were two? why didnt the audience want to see what they were up to? ~reality tv usually thrives on showinf the worst assholes so realistically they wouldve been the focus~

There are also way too many times *both* teams couldve failed, from early on till late in the game. Not a single game i can think of thats played for an audience is set up like that, and especially not a televised one (okay tbf idk if this was televised, i dont remember if i saw cameras, but. it mustve. monetary reasons.)

What r u gonna do if they all 'died' from the monsters in the first ep? Call it a day? boring for the audience. let them restart from scratch? boring for the audience. the existence of an audience messes with everything

AND THEN ANOTHER THING what do you mean, "5 hours ago?" you never get a time stamp to show how long theyve been in there but there are some cuts, when they travel and such. The actual show is a lil over 3 hours runtime. You mean to tell me you sat through 2 hours of the characters just walking?

okay last thing. so. they were clearly second season teasing with the glitching eye thing. i already said this but. theres nowhere to go from here that isnt worse that the first season. your mystery is dead. you clearly know your live action teens cant act so youd have to go back into the game - but why would they do that? how would that be in any way interesting? you explored all there was to explore.

The other, more out there option, is that as you said the 'real world' was a fake-out and theyre still in a game. but. how would- how would you even make that remotely convincing? if youd just left the 'real world' gameshow as animated too this wouldnt have been a problem. but there is absolutely no conceivable reason to justify, in universe, why another meta-level up is 2D animation again unless they were in a game, in a game, in a game. and thats just dumb. yall aint inception

Friend: HONESTLY if they just kept the whole deal animated it'd probably be okay. Not good, but better,

Me: ye me and my sister came to the same conclusion

i couldve lived with that. at least, i couldve just acknowledged the finales existence but chose to ignore it. now however im full phantom planet levels of denial. in fact i dont even know how the show ended anymore, suddenly

Friend: what finale? what show?

Me: also at least now we know why its called The Hollow

it leaves you feeling empty inside

[tumblunni]

What do you guys think about the names Dustin and Darcy for my protagonists in Let's Go?

Cos i really wanted to play the co op mode thing by myself, just so i can pretend this role in the plot is filled by two siblings and have a bit of fun roleplaying that. But i dunno yet how the co-op works and whether you'd be able to customize the avatar of the second player or if its just the default trainer? Or can you only play co-op if you have two separate games? Im planning to buy the other version anyway once i get more money, so it could be fun to play my first version with sibling one and then the second playthru is sibling two's turn to shine!

Oh and the whole reason i wanted to do this is cos i wanna try out the customization features to make some ocs now that there's no competitive online stuff unless you pay a subscription fee (LOL NO THANKS). Like..i always felt like i HAD to make my character me in xy/sumo/usum, otherwise its like lying online? But of course i cant actually make me because theres no nonbinary option or even remotely ambiguous outfits for either gender. And you cant have wild hair colours while i dye my hair 24/7 irl lol. Its silly cos like 95% of the gym leaders and other characters ingame have anime hair colours yet the player has to be normal? So yeah i cpuldnt really enjoy making this innacurate defanged version of myself yet i didnt feel like i was allowed to just make up a new character either. Closest i could do was give myself white hair like my old trainersona when i was 12, lol. I mean i guess thats my 'real hair colour' underneath the dye right now, if you think about it that way?

OH GOD PIKACHU CAN HAVE A LITTLE TUXEDO AND BOWLER HAT HOLY FUCK IM SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS BUT I WAS WATCHING THE IGN REVIEW AND THEY SHOWED PIKA BOWLER HAT PLEASE GO GOOGLE THAT VIDEO JUST FOR THAT 1 SECOND OF NEW FOOTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL CLASSY BOYE

okay where was i

Yeah! I think sibling trainers could be a good and unique way to handle a rival! Like having them be your sibling already establishes that rivalry. But it can be a soft and nice rivalry! I wanna go with that fun version rather than the full on angry exaggerated sibling rivalries you often see in kids media. Like i know that some people legit dont get on with their siblings and some people can even have a very gary esque full on rivalry thats sorta 'love to hate' or like..tsundere pretending you hate them. But personally i never had experience with that, i can never relate to those 'tfw u hate ur sibling and theyre always an asshole but lolll u love them anyway' posts. I only got to live with my little sister for a little while due to the catastrophe of abusive parenthood that was my childhood, and i lost contact with her forever when she was very young so i doubt she'd even remember me. *sigh* But like i don't think i only love her so much because i miss her! People say newborns and toddlers are the most bratty so like you'd think if i was gonna ever find her 'annoying' i would have done it back then. I was always just mega proud of her and whenever she'd be 'bratty' i'd be cheering her on and trying to protect her from mom. And when she'd try and pull pranks on me or practise play-fighting or whatever i was just like 'lol thats legit funny' and taking play-falls so she felt better about herself. Like we didnt have much power in that household so i felt like encouraging her pretending to be a wrestler would help her feel like she had some sort of control in some part of her life i guess? And just i wished i was allowed to roughhouse and run around and be all 'unladylike' and just enjoy BEING A KID when i was a kid, yknow? I always had legit fun being with her and legit enjoyed it and was legit proud and legit never annoyed. I just dont understand 'yeah she's annoying but i love her anyway'. I was only ever her rival as a play-rival to help encourage her to like.. Enjoy the things she enjoyed. Feel like someone else cared. I only ever acted like 'ha ha baby stuff yeah sure i hate hanging out with my sister" cos i thought i was SUPPOSED TO. I always felt so guilty doing it and so dissappointed cos id rather hang out with her than be a boring stereotypical teen tbh. I dunno, maybe this isnt typical for siblings and its just a sign of how badly we were raised? I was just real fuckin lonely and absolutely loved having a family member who loved me for the first time since my grandma died. Same reason i always used to act all 'i am too cool i totally am not soft for my lil sister' around my lil sister's dad. I really wanted him to love me too! I used to say swear words at him cos i thougjt he would thibk i was Cool And Adult?? I have soooo many cringe moments from that phase of my childhood. Man it hurts to think that i never actually did get to become that positive influence that protected my sister from my mum and let her know she was loved. Cos i was sent to live with my dad when she was like 5ish? And never saw her again and now im too scared to try and reach out to her again because 1: she probably doesnt even remember me, 2: theres a chance she believes my mum saying i was some horrible asshole who abandoned the family, 3: even bigger chance that contacting her could mean my mum finding me again and big fuckin risk of further abuse. Plus the awkwardness of introducing my trans self when she'd remember me as her sister and all. Sigh! All i can do is hope that her cool dad eventually got custody of her, and that he didnt turn out to be a secret bastard like when i met my own dad. He seemed good, but then again i was just a lil kid and my dad seemed good at first. Sighhhhhh...

SO UMM YEAH WOW I MADE MYSELF SAD

Anyway the point is that whenever i write siblings i'd rather write 100% unapologetic super loving love cos its wish fullfillment for me. This is also why in/cest shipping is a massive beserk button for me, good wholesome family relationships are REAL FUCKIN IMPORTANT and how DARE you corrupt that shit! Some people would fuckin KILL to have that wholesome family!!

Anyway lol thats why i'd like a Wholesome Rivalry for these sibling ocs! Like they challenge each other to contests along the way just for fun, and they react all 'wow my sis is the BEST' when you beat them, so hard feelings at all. And you dont JUST do rival stuff but also sometimes just hang out and have fun cos you missed each other. And if anyone threatens your sibling then THAT is the only time you see the Serious Sibling Power! Rival moments: ha ha lol bet ya cant beat me ooo im a scary villain LOL I CANT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE HAHA! Giovanni punches your brother: *stony cold death glare from hell as tricksy prank sis turns into an unstoppable vengeance engine* Oh, but also the only other time they'd be serious is in their final battle together! Like most of the 'rivalry' is just competing to make the adventure fun and to help each other get stronger. But if sis/bro ever actually legit said they really want to fight to find out who's the best, and its like..important to help their self confidence, then i think bro/sis would respect that and go all out. Taking a fall and letting them win would be the most disrespectful thing of all! Oh, but i do think there would be one kind of battle like that during the story? Like in one of the more low stakes faux-rival fights the sibling actually does try and let you win, and the challenge is to try and lose against all odds. High stakes super failure battle!!! Imagine the evil team in the background like 'wtf' as these two run the most aggressively slow race of all time! XD

Oh and i kinda thought about different personalities for the two of them based on who you pick? Like i did like that aspect about brendan/may in RSE compared to other 'unpicked option becomes rival' characters in later games that didnt even have one personality let alone two. It just sucks that the personalities they decided to give them were 'female rival is super self concious and thinks youre better than her because youre a boy' and 'male rival is super ego and thinks he's better than you because he's a boy'. Boooo!

So instead of that the personalities i was thinking for these two would be less sexist lol. Male sibling Dustin is basically Wally so far? I need to develop him a bit more to make him a bit distinct, i mean its not like every single shy dude is identical. I'm thinking maybe mix him with all the wasted potential in Brendan? Like in the game they slightly hint at him having the ONE non stereotypical trait of liking cute teddy bears, and that made me think about how much better his whole plot would have been if it actually criticized his sexism and said that he only behaves that way cos he's overcompensating for being bullied for being 'feminine', yknow? And then in the manga they actually DO write him as super feminine, and even as a contest star who loves fashion and dressing up his pokemon! But then GAHHH they present it as some sort of fuckin 'character flaw', like he's shown to be selfish and superficial because of it. And the backstory is that him and the female protagonist used to be 'normal' until a traumatic event. Brendan was a Natural Fighting Prodigy until he saved his female friend from a wild pokemon and was so traumatized that he never wanted to fight again, while she wanted to learn to fight so she'd never need to be protected again. But this is not only presented as Wrong Ways To Be Gender but also like.. Fighting their natural instinct which still comes through?? Like male protag hasnt fought in YEARS yet whenever he's forced to fight he's just magically better at it than female protag who's been practising all these years to become his equal. Ha ha silly girl you can never achieve that! All you get is this patronizing 'well if you just tryyyyy girly things im sure you'll like it' plot and then you get rescued by him in the end because OF COURSE you do. Sigh! I cant believe they made me hate that pairing even more than the games did! So yeah i dont really wanna write Dustin as a jerkass who's secretly got synpathetic motives of internalized homophobia/sexism, cos i feel thats a plot very specific to my perceptuons of Brendan and id basically just have to make Dustin a clone of him and he wouldnt be able to shine on his own merits. Instead i'm just thinking of writing him as a 100% sensitive soul, and he still faces predjudice for not being that bigoted idea of an 'ideal man' but really the fact he doesnt bow down to their demands proves that he's the bravest person here.

And then I'm thinking maybe the female sibling Darcy is the older one and is a bit "gary ish"? Like eitjer way you still have a friendly and loving siblingness, but she's a bit more of a sass who is tsundere about admitting she loves her bro. But i dont think she's the cold or grumpy sort of tsundere, more like a trickstery tomboy? Bombastic loki jock sis! She can only be a bit abrasive with her bro cos she wants to teach him to be tough even when she's not there to protect him. But sometimes she can mess it up and make him feel like he has to change his personality in order to be tough, rather than letting him know she supports him in being "unmasculine" and just wants to help him find the confidence to stand up to people who bully him for it. Like she feels like she is 'weaker' than him in the sense that she worries too much about what people will think if she expresses her real emotions, yknow? Like theyre both suffering from toxic masculinity! He's suffering from the standard form where men who are too 'soft' are beaten down into that mould. Ans she's suffering from the problem where 'masculine' girls feel like they have to be '100% masculine' in order to be allowed to be themselves at all. Like back when i was a kid and before i came out as trans i always used to try and pretend to like sports ans like..cliche macho shit where you Cant Admit You Care About Your Friends and also i wasnt allowed to like ANY feminine things at all. I had to either follow the stereotype of femininity entirely or follow the opposite stereotype, i wasnt allowed to just reject stereotypes and like what i actually like. So yeah me realizing i wasnt really a girl has led to me embracing more 'girly' things than back when i thought i was one! So i think Darcy would have a similar arc but like..the cis equivelant? Just finds people who arent such judgmental pricks and stops having to conform to either of those stereotypes in order to keep fake friends who dont really give a shit about her. She can have a plot about both forced feminine and masculine stereotypes being equally limiting, rather than that shitty 'being masculine is a prison uwu every woman will be happier embracing her love of makeup' shit. That dominant narrative just made me feel like i was somehow wrong about myself whenever i didnt like 100% Of Sports All The Time, i must be somehow girly if i liked even ONE girly thing yet i needed hundreds of proofs if i wanted to be masculine. And like i wasnt just allowed to be neither! I wasnt allowed to like parts of both! I wasnt allowed to BE GODDAMN TRANS!!! So yeah i dunno if i'd go whole hog and make this character a trans man or a nonbinary person tho? I think she's just actually a cis girl who happens to be sporty and brash and likes a lot of 'masculine' fashion and hobbies. And she's just been made to feel self concious about it, as if she cant possibly REALLY be that unless she likes Every Single Boy Thing and wins at Every Single Challenge. Does anyone else remember that shit too? The girls have to win Every sports game against the boys in order to be 'one of the boys' but if you lose even one of them it somehow proves that you're inferior. Even though the boys lost 50 billion games to you and that doesnt prove theyre inferior! Like man she has sooooo many 'gary rivals' in her school life, thats why she loves going on this adventure with a kind brother rival who actually respects her! So her resolution would just be her staying the same but being more confident about it and saying fuk u to those fake friends. Same as her brother's plot, just they both face different specifics to the way this sexism affects them, yknow?

Oh but yeah when i did finally learn about LGBT stuff and realize i was trans it was Big Amazing cos even in the rare stories about Its Okay To Be Yourself it still left me feeling weirdly empty when the girl decides that yes she does wanna be a girl in the end. So i get that these plots might come off as queerbaiting if i write them badly? I need to make sure to make it clear that these characters 100% want to be seen as this gender and its just other people being fuckfaces and trying to define what their gender has to mean. I think maybe i'll try and mitigate this potential misunderstanding by adding different sorts of lgbt content. And, well, also cos i just want lgbt content in all of my stories because i am lgbt, of course! I'm 100% sure that Darcy is gay, and i think also maybe possibly Dustin is trans? Like, his plot is about being mocked for being a 'feminine' boy, but its also even more personal for him because he's a trans boy and he feels like he needs to change his personality in order to pass/he isnt really real because his personality doesnt fit the stereotypical image of a man. Like if you'd looked at the two of them back when they were identical twins, you probably would have expected Darcy to end up being trans if you were the sort of person who believes those basic ass stereotypes about 'boys who play with barbies and girls who play with trucks'. Or i mean maybe its the other way around and Darcy is a trans girl who still has a 'masculine' personality according to stereotypes? Or even both of them are trans and both face being told that they arent real because they dont fit the perfect stereotype of a trans person according to cis perceptions? Or maybe i'm overcomplicating things with all of this and it'd just muddy the message i guess. I might just keep it to them both being cis but also both of them like girls. And i can always apply my trans and other LGBT headcanons to other characters along their adventure.

Anyway LOL im rambling too much!

[vanaera]

Aera, hi! first of all let me tell you that looking forward to My time. and like, How are you? i read that uni is giving u a hard time, is everything good? i hope so. You asked me about what i think of HHA MBTI and let me tell you what happened hehe. I already had an idea and usually i take a guess based on the vibe lol. But, i really wanted to give a legit answer. So I spent the past few days restudying the theory intensely and rereading HHA which is funny because at the end what happened..1

was that i complicated things cuz I wanted to get the most accurate answer, until i convinced myself to just say what i think of lol. So, I haven't done this before and i hope to improve my analysis skills in the future but i wish my analysis will at least entertain you :D lets start with y/n since she came "clearer" to me. Initially, I thought that she gives a ESTJ/ENTJ vibes. What I'm so sure of is that she definitely has the (Te) function either as a dominant or auxiliary function...2 

Which gave me 4 choices, ESTJ, ISTJ, ENTJ, INTJ. In short, what made me think y/n have Te function aka extroverted thinking, is that it's about conveying thoughts using reason and logic while being unmoved by emotional appeals. Te loves to organize and structure and achieving goals oriented. Extroverted thinkers are assertive, direct, objective, have well researched arguments and would like to convince others of their thoughts. we can see all of that in y/n right? I would've loved to explain..3 

Let me tell you first that i decided that y/n is probably an ENTJ. I would've love to tell (in details, why) but knowing myself it's gonna be so long and messy. So, I'm just gonna explain (Why) lol. let me tell u one of the reasons why I eliminated ESTJ. This type generally when making decisions, they'll make it considering what's important at the moment while ENTJ will consider what's important in the long run. I don't know but y/n strikes me as a big picture person...4 

ESTJs have (Si introverted sensing) as their second function which is a one that's concerned with long term memory, organizing, duty, traditions, routine and learning through past experiences (not experimental). Honestly, this one caused me a lot of confusion of weather y/n is estj or entj. because, for entj, because of the absent of Si in their function set they tend to forget who they were in the past and because they're so focused on the future. while i view y/n as the big picture person...5 

I don't view her as the one to be disconnected from her past self. BUT, i don't know if she is Si user, she doesn't strike me as person that values traditions and routine so much. (I'd like to ask you more about this) what made me also think she's ENTJ is because of the other functions in the set (Te, Ni, Se, Fi) we talked about Te, Ni users (introverted intuition) often described as people with vision of what they want to bring to life. Se-extroverted sensing-is about learning through senses..6 

Se function is about learning through senses so people with this function in their dominant will be eager to experience all kind of stuff in life. In ENTJ case however, this function comes third indicating it's underdeveloped, but it's there, so it'll appear more later in life while entj is still growing up and experiencing more. my clue to find this function in y/n was the Bar scene:D. I think i'm gonna stop here with y/n cuz we still have Yoongi. but i wanna say that i spent one more day.. 

Thinking weather y/n is an ENTJ or INTJ.. I had clues in the story for both and since I'm not skilled/knowledgeable enough my head got messed up lol. So i decided to go with my gut feeling and the first choice that occurred to me which is ENTJ =) So, yeah. That's it -kinda- for our dear y/n. and now, for our yoongi, honestly i was a bit lost lol. He has a vibe, correct, but to several types based on my understanding of them lol So here's how it went....I forgot the number i stopped on*face palm*

perceiving functions (Sensing, intuition) tells you how do you perceive reality, while Judging functions (Feeling/ thinking) is how do you interact with the world and take action based on what you learned. So, if you're a judging type with J in the last it means that the "first extroverted" function in your set is either F/T 

Thinking or feeling. it is "the first extroverted function" because that either can be the dominant function or the second one and it's "extroverted" because that's what the others see from you. Okay I'm getting sidetracked here. what i want to say is that if someone is a P type, it means that his/her first extroverted function that orients them in the world is either Ne/Se which aren't about taking action, but gathering information. That's why P people appear as laid back while J people as.. more of an action takers. Okay, yoongi strikes me as a p type. So, the 8 types that ends with J are eliminated. what remains are ENFP, INFP, ESTP, ISTP, ENTP, INTP, ESFP, ISFP. right off the bat esfp, estp, entp, enfp are eliminated. I have a decent understanding of these types and i can tell yoongi isn't one of them. at least based on what i know. also, when i look at the functions, he's neither intp nor istp, so what remains are ISFP & INFP and i believe he's an ISFP... Also, i'd like to say that my elimination of the previous types was also based on what i read in HHT. Anyway, ISFP have (Fi, Se, Ni, Te) while INFP (Fi, Ne, Si, Te) quite close right?.. what made me decide immediately he's an isfp in the beginning is because of the "Se". the scene in particular that led me to it is when he was describing the prom. he seemed to take things through his senses. and somewhere in the story he said "I like learning the actual stuff in real time" which seems to me Se. Fi, introverted feeling is concerned with values, individualism, seeks inner harmony and strong sense of self, it is "what's important". yoongi appears to me to be all that. Also, for hi, being an isfp, in the general description of ISFP type, it quite describes yoongi. They're quite mysterious, can be difficult to get to know on the deep level. listeners, emotional individuals, sensitive, warm. What sets infp from isfp for me, is that infp appears to be more concerned with world problems.. may be more developed especially yoongi since i view him as pretty much matured and more in tune with himself. and yeah i studied the persona theory. psychology is pretty much an interesting field, and i love the way i see its impact in your stories. one of the reason why your stories are special to me. and of course i would notice what i noticed. there's more and i feel like i could talk to you about it all day lol. This ask box is too small :p.. anyway, stay safe and healthy! and good luck! 3>

Oh my god, Aseel, you did a very in-depth MBTI analysis of The Heart Holiday!Yoongi and OC! This freaking shook me up 🤯😲. I don't know much about doing MBTI analysis. I just effing answer quizzes bc I love answering personality quizzes asdfghjkl. So thank you for this quick crash course about this! I love it and omygod I learned so much from you!! 😆😍😚 I had to google more about the MBTI functions bc of this! (sorry I'm not that much of a smart bean yet)

First off, your analysis of THH!OC and Yoongi are so good! You hit Yoongi on point being an ISFP! He's laidback, a good listener, and has a strong sense of his self! He can be mistaken as an extrovert bc of how well he does with people, too. You're also right about THH!OC having NTJ as her dominant functions! However, I think she's more of an introvert than an extrovert! Hinted by the fact her only friend in the office before the whole arrangement with Yoongz was Mina and that OC is very awkward in dealing with other people (the scene with Yoona, Jeff, and Seojoon while she waits for Yoongi to finish work and the lunch scene with the 3 goofballs). And to answer your q, THH!OC values traditions! With the way she's appalled by Yoongi's "makeup" date with her at a streetfood stand, to the fact Y/N is a hell of a conformist (she's The valedictorian of their HS and A cum laude in uni **me lowkey be like "Y/N, teach me your ways"**). But anyway, you still manage to get INTJ for this baby and omg you're so good!!!

I've never really put much thought in my character's MBTI types bc I just practically sprinkle a bit of my characteristics, desires, fears, and insecurities among them. I'm an INFJ, myself, and I couldn't believe some parts of myself could make ISFP and INTJ characters! What I only do know as when I was writing THH, I was inspired to make a story of two fumbling introverts. I usually come across romance stories with characters who are polar opposites of each other. Although there's nothing wrong with that (and omg I have a vERY weak, WEAK spot for this dynamic), I wondered what would it be like if I wrote about two introverts with so much similarities yet also a lot of differences with each other? So boom trulala, The Heart Holiday was born. Jk, there's actually more factors that led me into writing THH than just that, I think I'll go over them next time bc that is gonna be another massive text post.

Anyway, to have my stories be special to you...is an HONOR, ma'am 🥺. When I started writing here, I didn't expect anyone will actually read the things I write, much less let them occupy some place in their hearts. So having you impressed, much less touched, by my stories is a dream come true, hon 🥺. You're right, this ask box is too small bc I want to give you a massive thank you message much grander than this and I don't think tumblr's ask box can hold it (and also bc I wanna hug you, but bc we're kinda timezones apart, here's a virtual hug instead 🤗💗). Thank you for all the love and support, Aseel. Even if I don't think I deserve them, your words help me believe that I can 💕💞

[fanfictionlive]

Ways to come to your fav anime/tv shows/ movie

Ways to go to your fav (or least) anime/tv shows/ movie

-Die by something original (I don’t know what’s original)

-die by something cliche (Looking at you Truck)

-ROB

-Accidentally get killed by god

-do a quiz sent to you by random stranger (ROB?)

-wish upon a star or other superstitious stuff.

-A 🚪 door

-kill an insect (that’s secretly a God)

-save someone’s life (hey, maybe he/she might grant your wish)

-or you’re life is miserable and someone takes pity on you and put u in another world.

Choose your character:

-There are going as yourself (si)

going as one of the characters (si as main character or other character mention)

-going as yourself but a completely different person (si-oc)

or just an oc who’s from our world.

Either come with—

—You either come w/ knowledge of the plot

— some knowledge (cause’ you either didn’t finish the anime/manga or you just know some of it from fanfics) + or a friend/sibling who take about it all the time.

—no knowledge at all.

What’s your cheat?

Of course, knowledge. (Somehow, Harry Potter or Naruto doesn’t exist there but hey, it’s alright I know every wording and know how to draw them so yeah I’mma be rich off of this)

Powers. Um duh, how the hell are you gonna survive there. (Unless you’re in a norma- hmmm, the only normal thing I could think of is Sports anime.)

Or just nothing at all. Need to survive there through your... wits and stuff.

How you gonna go on with this new life of yours?

-Avoid the plot (but you try. You try and yet they find you)

-Avoid the plot (Mm sure, you see the characters time to time but that’s just it. You’re successfully doing it... maybe)

I’m going to be part of the plot. Yep you! Lonely MC! Be my friend! You know what? Make me your BFF. Bonus: LOVER!

HELL TO THE YES! I need to save my beloved favorite character!!

You’re just a normy, bro. You only know you have a second life and is just going on with your day and somehow you got involve w/ one of the characters. Yep.

Mmm, that’s all I have accumulated over the fanfics I’ve read. Anything new? More?😁😁😁

I don’t know what to put on the flair. I don’t feel like I’m venting. I’m just stating facts.

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"mam, da da, honey." you pic it up - that;; v eo y fffuny. - ye. bees aere f unny.. if we did;tlagh wed crrrry with w hat w e have to deoal wittth. anyway... o an n i... ..geou smhing? lke whh t? d ddon;;;t know. ean... do;;;t kkowoffee?i do;t wa oo put ou ot. it;;s norble. it takes t wo mi nutsss. - i;;;s js cccofee.. - i hae to impse... don;;;;t be ridiclous! ctually, i woud oe a c up. eyyou wan rum cake? i souudnt. - have some. - no, i cc an;;t. ome on! imm tryingo lose a c ouple micr orams. - wre? - hs e strp es don; ; lp. yu loo ge at! ii don;t no w if you knowanythng about fahon .. are you allright?? nnno. e; akng the t i in thecab as the;;r e yinnnn up adiso. he fnally gets the e. hhhh r s p the stpps into the cccrch. the edin is o n. and he sas,"wateurmlon??? i thought osid gutmaan. hwwwuldi ary a watreolon??" i tta e e jokehat;;;s hei ki nd o f we do. yah difffferen. sso, what re yo gon na do,bbrry? ab o worrrkk i do ;;tknow . i wat od mmmypat forrr th hivv, bbt i an;to itt h way they wannnt. knowwhow youfel. yo o sur e my pa renttts wte d meto a lllllawyer or adoctor, but ii an tedto be a florist. -eall?- myoyiterest is fflowwwrs. ur neqqueen wasjuastelected with tat same campaign sloan. anyway,ifou loio.. here;;s m hiv right here . it? your in shep meadw! yes! ;;;m ght off tturtleu ond! noway ! i knoawthhatt ara. i lost toe ri ng ther oncce. - w do gggirl sputringgson he tos ?- why ot? - it;s likeu puttig ha on yo ke. -maybe i;;;l try h at. you al l ig ht, m;m? - oh, yeah. fine. ju haviing tttwo cps of coffee anwa, hs ha beennn grat.thank for t coffee. yeh, t;;sssno troub le. sory i could;;;t finsh it.ifi diddd, ;;be upth res of my llife. are y u...? an i take apppiee of h s wiet e? s re! her, a rub . tns - yeah. all right. el l, then... i gu esss i;;;ll see yuaround. rnot. ok, barry.. an thankou o much aigain.. or bbefore. oh, th? tattwaas nhieg. el, notoi n, utt. anyay... thies a;t poossib lywork... h; salll set to goe a a s l try it. o, dave, ppull thhe chute. - souns amazzz iig. - i was mazig! it wa he sc arie, haeppist me nt ou y liof human !! i can;;;t believ e youwe wit humn gin,sca ry huian! whatwwwerei ttt ey ke? hg and crzy. t tak crazy. they at crazy giantt hing s. theydive crazy - o thy try and kill ou, lik oun tttv? - oe oaf them.someo of them doant. - how;;;d you et bac?? p o le. yu idit,nd i;;; lad yo ssaw whatev er you wanted to ee.you hhhhd you "euxpeince." nowyou caa pck yyyorjobn b nnnormal...-well...- well?well, i met smeoe.you did? wwas shh bbee-ish awsp? yourairrrentsssw l kill you!-no, n, o noa asp . - pp pider?- iu;m not attrcte to pppiad ers.i ow itsttthe hott est thing, wt htheightlegs d all. ie can;t t bythat ac. sso h is se? shs..hman. nn, no. tta;;s a beeaw. you oudn ;t break a eee la. h er ame;;vanesa - ohhh,oy. he;;s s n ice. andd se;s a florit! oieh, no youre da inghuan floris!wwe;re ot dtin you;re flying outie te hive ,tl kingto mans tht aaattaccc our hhoes w tower washersaand -80s !on-ighh th s t ick o ynte! h savvved life and she uunderstandsme.his is eir!eat his. this isn t ove! what ws tth at? - they call iiit a rumb. - i wa s s ngin;; strpy and thhat;s n ot what ey at.ats hat fals ff what ty eat! -yu no whattt a oinnabon i ? -o. ittsbread and nnamon nd ffrostin. they hea t up... sit don! . . .rallyhht! - li s tn to m we ae ot t ea! were us here;s u s and thr; them!yes, b t h c dey ttthe ert hais yearnin? he;;;;no yearningtopyearing.llisten to mm! you have ot tto str thikingee , y riend. thiingg bbbee! -hinking bee - tinkig b e . thinki be e! hinnkngbee! hinkn be! tthiking be! there he .hhhhes in he pol yo u knwwwht yourprrob lm s, barry? i ott tart thinkin g ee howmch onge will this go on? it;;e te ays! wh aren;;tyou worknggg? ;;;ve ggo a ot f bi life deciions to think abo u. wat l ifeyu have nnn e!you haveno job.u;;;re brely a bee! ou d itk il you tomaea llttle hhoney? bary, com o ut. ourfathe ;stalkin t o ou.artin, woul you alk o him? baery, i;; talingg toyou! yo c omiggot veryth inga ll st! go ahead. ill cath p. don;t be oao long. watch ts! vnessa! we;re stillhere. - old you not tttoo yel a hmmm. e d oes n;;t rrrrepo to ellng - the hy e ll at e? - be cause yo ot lllllisten! i;mot lis tn t his.sssorry ivea go. - where re ou goieennggg -i;;mmmeetina fe d. a gil is this whyu ca;;;tide? bye. i jjuhope she; bee -ish. th eavvve ahugeo parade f foe rs evy yri pa saea? to be n the tttttounam nt foes, tha;;s every fl oist;;s dream! u p o aflt, srrouned b y fffloiwwwerr , crowds ch rin g. ournn. o ttheoe cmmmpete in ath letic ev ens?no. all ight, ive go one how co me yo uo fly evewere i euting.hy don; ou run every wher? itt;;s faste . yea h ok se e, i se e. llright, yor tur. ti v . yo c an jst freez liveu tv ?tttthat;;s insane! y ouont hav that? e have hivo b u its adisease. its a horbbble ,hrribledisese. ohm.dddumb bess! y umust watt st ngall tose erks we try nnnot osting. it;;;s usulyfata loru . soi yoouhe to wwath ou temper. vry carefullly. ou kick awall, ta a wak, write a n ary lter an d thro i out. w ok thugh it lie eany e mtion: ag r, jealus,ut. oh m ygod nesss! ar you ok? yeoah. -what is rongg withyou???! - ts abg. hes not botering ayod.gge tout of h ere, you cre! wht ws ttt ? a pi c ;;;n s ave ircu lar? yea it was.howww di yo kow? ifltlke a but age s. sevent-fve is ety mmuch ur limt. you;; e rrlly gotthat dow n o a sciec e -ilot aa a cousino italian voeg ue. - i ;ll bet. what in the name of mightheculs is is? how did thisget he oute bee, gollen blssssom, ry litta priovate slet - is he tha actor? i n eerr heard f hm. - why isthhhss here? -o ur peple w et it. ou dont hav e noughfood offf o ur ownn? - wl,,, ye. ho do you get it? - be s mke it. i kno who makes tt!an its harddt o make it! thre;s heaing, ooli g, st irrin.yo nedda wole k rmanthing! - it;soegnni. -its our-nic! i; just hon ey bary. just wha?! bees don;; now abt his! tisis stealing! a lo o st ai ng! you;ve tken our homes, shool s, hos p tals!this is all we have!and it;;;s on salei;;m gtti ng o thebotto fti. metting o the bottmof all of this! hey, hect. - youamos doune? - almst. e is hre. ise i. welliii uess i ;ll g o me nnow and ust leave thisnicccce oneoyot, wit h no o rround. you;re busted, bo bo! i knnew i eead smhg. s y an t alk!i cain t and now you;;ll stt talking! where yu getinggthe sweet stuff?w ww ho;;syourrr pie er? i dn;; t derstand. ithouht we ere ffriends. t h e last thig e wa nt t dois pset bee you re toolat e! t; ;;s ors now! o u, sierr, hae rossedthe wrongsod! yu, i, illbe lunh ormy igu an, ig nacio wher sss he honey omng fro? el m wh er! honey farms ! it omes rom hony farms! orazy esoannn!hattt horib le tting has happened her? teefaces, the n eer kew whtt hitem. aun ow tey;rrre o th r oadtonohere! juskep till. wwwht? you;;;re not d? do iook d? ttheywilll wipe anthiagthat moves. where you head? to honee fmsi amouno so metingg uge here. ;;m going to a lausk. moose blllood, crazy stuf . bows you head ff!!! i;;m goiong to tc. -ond yyou? hereally i s d ead.alll right. u-oh! - what i ha?! - h, no! a wwwipper! ripeblade - tiple blade? jump on!is or only chance, bee!!! oes ee rytinghave to be s o dogg oe clean?! how m uch do youpe olene edo ee? open you r eye sss scyou had out the indow ! fr om npr news in w shgton , i;;moaraosel. bbbut doo;;;t kll n m or bugs! - beue! -mose bblood guy!! - y ou hear smething?likewa t? le inycrammmiung. turnf ttthe a dio. asup, beea b oy? hel oodjust a rrow ofoney ars, a far e ye coulllsee. wow! i sumewhererthis rukgoe s wher e hey;;re etinnnng it. i me an, thaut h n u.bee hangtghtt - we;;;re l jamme in. i;;;s a cl osecommunittty .nnot us, man weon our oow. evrymosqu itooon h is own. -what if you getin troble ? - ou a mosquit o, you in trouble. nnobodylikes u s thyj ust sack. seea msquitosmack, smack! at ast you;;re out inthe wwwold you ust meet gggirls moosquito girls y to rradeup, get wth a othh,dragony. osssquito girldon;twant no mosquio . yo gt ttobe ddding m! mooseblod;;;sabou t tola e thulddng! long, bee! - yguys! -m oseblood inw i; ;;d ctch yallowwwwn ee.d you b ring yur rrzy tra w? wethr it inn jar, slap a ae ll t , an it;; pretttty much pure prof it wat is thhhisss plaoc? a bee ot branthe size of anhead. they are heads!pinhad. - ohec kk out the e w mo ke.-oh, set. thasss theone you want. the thomas 300!smoker niinety pffsa mnuesem -autoaic.twicthhhe n icc otin e, all the tr. a cupe beathsof this knocks themm rig h t o. e mak th honey, an we make the mony . "theymke the hney, adwe ake hhe mone"? oh, my! whas g oiggg on?ar you ok? yeah.idoesn;tt lst to lg. do you knowyoureinfake h i with fake wall? r queen wa ovedhere. we ad nochoie. this is you qu een? that;;s amn in women;;s clothes! aatt; ;s a drag que! what is s oh , no! ther esdr e ds of thmbee hney. ourhney iss eing brzenly sto len n a massiv scle! this i worse than ythin beas ha e done! intnd t o omehng. o bar, stop. wwh oldddd y hum ans ae taakigour hony? that;s a uor. othee ook lik rumors? ta;;s conspiracy theory. t h es earobiou sly docttored photos. how did you g e mxd u in thhiis? he;;s been tlkgo hanss. what - alking to hman s ! has a human irlriend. n dtthey makk ot a out? barry we not. - o ua ish oucold.- wse sideare you o n? thebee s! i dateda cricke onea nsn an tonio. thoe crzy lgs kpt me upa llll niht. arry,this iswhatyu an to dowith your ie? iant tod it for all ourllives . nobody works harer t ha bes d ad ememrou coming homme sooverworke d you r hhha nss rrre tils irrng . y couldn;t sto. iember that. what riht d they hhhhave ttto our honey?w e lii o two uuepsa yer. thy t iiiat in l bam forr n reasn wha tsoe r! venif itss true, whatcan oebe do? sin them whear it realy ur t. in th fc e! the y! - hat wwoauld hhhut.- no. u the nos? thas kilr. theres oly e place you can sting thehumas, oneplacewhereiitm atters. he at fiv thu hivvve;s ony full - ction newsss source nomore be bbbeards! with bobbumble athe anchorrd esk. wether wwwwith storm stinger. spors witbuzz lrv i. an jaeneutt ohu ng. -goid venng. im bob umblllle.- ad im jeanee ohung. a tri- ooounty be, brry esoun,,, intends t o se the hman race for stealig or hney, packging i and profit ig r i legally! tomorownight onbe larrry kiong, well a e hee fo rmer quees ee in our studioi, iscuess ingthe irnew bok, ollllssyladies, o u ths we o hexan. ongt we;talkin g tbbbbbarry bnso did ou er thiunk, "im a idfr om thhhe hve. ca ;; t doa this? ee hvv veneve ben afaidt chane t he wd.what about bee olubs? ee gandhi? be esueis? where;m from,w;;; nevver suehummans. we wrre hinkingof tkkkal o adystr how oldarey ou? hhhee e commu n ity sss sppoting yo in this case, whichwll bethe ria l of t e b eee centuy youknow, tey have a la rry ing i nthe hnwold to. iut; ; s a comm n name. nnexwee k.. he ooks ike you aas a how n supendrs anddcollored d os... e xt week ... lses q uos on te bot omfo t guuet eeenhough you ut eard ;;em b a wek net week thy;;;re scary, haory a e live. alway leans frward poiy shhouldesss sqinteyes, ve jjwis. n tennis, yo u attac k attthea pointt of weneass! i was my grandothhhr, ken she;s 81. ey hr backhnd;;;s joe! ;;m nt ggonna take advantage oof th at? quiu, lease. aclwork go in g ooonheoe. - is ha tht am beu? -yes, it is! i;;;; helpin hm su h hhum r ace. -hllo. - hllo, be.. thisisen. ye ah, i emembe yu. imerrrlandsi z ten and aa hhhalf vib r am soe, i beliv e. wh y does h talk agin? lsn , yyu betergo ;;; cause wee r eally b uywokig. uuut it;s ooou rygu r nig! byebye wy iis yoggrt iht so difficult?! you poor thing. ou wwohave been aaat thi fohours!es , nd da hre hasbbbeennna ugge lll.- fotn g... - how annny sugars jussst on. i try nottt u the competiionn. sw are you helpinnng me? beesve od quaities. and i t akes y mndof th sop. instead oof flowers,peopl re giving ballllon boqets ww.thoe are grea ii yyu;;re ttthhree. and artieficial f lowes. -oh,tose ust get me psyho tic - yea e to o bent stiungrs,pones pollinio. ees mut te those fake thigssss! nthing o rs ean adffo d il that;;;s hd work don.maye tis coud make uup fr t a little b it.- his lawsi;sa pre ig delll. - i guess you s ure yo wannnt togo throuh ithit? m i suireo? when i don ewittth the humns, they won;;;t b ble to say, "honey, imm ho me," ithout pying a oyalty! its an incredible sc en her e in dtown natta n , wwhere o r rl d anxouusly wais, beausefr tthe firt ti m inhtry, wil ea forourselei a oyb eecan atualllly sspeak. wat have wweottn in ttto hheure, barrr y? it;;s prett y big,isn ;;t it? ca on;;t beiee how mann hansdon;;t work d uriing the d. uthink ilion-ollar multationalood comanis have goo lwy er s? veryb ody needsto staay bhi d th baricae.- what;; he matter?- dontkow i just got a hill well, fit innn;;t th be tem. y ouib rk o this? all rse! the honrabejdge umbleton ppr eiding. al r ighosenumr 75 sssup e ior oourt of nn y ok, rry bee benso .tho hoeyiddu tr y s ow in ss sion. m.montgomry,you;re representin the f ive fod coupann coleotvel? aarrrivil ge. mr.bennn son.. youre rpresetgall the bes of thworld? i ki dddding. yes,yourhoor, were reayo proceed. mrr. mntgery, yo r openg amnttplease... laies and entlem of thhe jurry, mmygrandmothr ws a simple wo ma. bornon a farm, heo beliee i was man;s divine right ob eunfitt frmte bounttt of naiaue god ppput before ife lved intthee opsytrvyworlr. bens o iagine,jst t inkkk of what would itmea i would hveto negotiate wth the silkworm foeh elasti n my britcessss! tkig bee ! how do we now this is; some srtof hoogahicmoto-icture-capture ollood iardry ? eycould usng lser beammms! obot iss! vntriloquism olllnnig! f orll we knoww, he culd be oonsttter id s! mr. beson? ladies ad gentleen, ther;; s no kkkeryhr. imm jut an ordinarybe. oey;;s petimportant t me... it;;;spotantttoall bees. we ivenead i t we make. und we rotc itwittt o ur lives. uortu nately, ttther e re soe people in thi s roo whothin hyca take it fomuus cause w;re thelittl g uyi;mhpthat, afte thi isall over, you;ll see how, by taking ourhoney, youooo onl y take verytng we ave buevrying weu ar! iwsh h; dres ike that all te tim. s nic!oal l y ou ir st itnesssso, m. kus vad rha ydden ofhonyfrmms, bi ompan o h ave. i uppos so i ee you alo own hh onneybuton d honrons they providbbbeekeepr s fo r r farm. beekeper. i innnd ha t t e a veryddsrb i r m. i do;; imagne you emplllo y n ybe efree-ers, yo? - no - i colddn;;t hear yo. no. no. bause youdon;t free bbbees. you kep be. no t ony ha, it sees yo thot a bear woldean aprroprate imag fra jar of oey. th eyre verylo vable cr eaures . ogi bear fffo zzieearr, buiild--bear. yo mea n lik hisss bears kill bees! how;d yo u like hi head cashing hroughyu lii roo?! b ting int your couch! spttingo u your thro plow s! ok, tha ttt eouggh.tttke im awy.s, mrr st nggg, ttha nk youfo bbeing here. yorname n triguess s m. herre have eardi befoe ?iwaswith band caledte po. bu t yyou;;ve n ever been a oiceo fice, hhh v e yo n o , i hauv en;;;t. no, you hhaevv en t. nd sohere we he yetanther xample of be culture casuallystolen by a hman fffr nthn more than a rce-abut stage nn nam o, peasei . have y oevr been sung, mr . s i? beaue i; m feelingalllitl stng,sing. o should i sa y... mr. goro. smner! t hat;;snot his real nm?! you iio mr.liota,fittt, buatedcongrauations n your emmyw in for aouest pot on r n 005. than k y ou ttthannk yo. ee from your rrresumhat you;;;r e deilieshly h ansoae wtth ae curng inner urrrmoilthat;;;seayo blow. iejoyw h at i do . is that a rme?noityet it ios n;t. bt i th is w hit;; ;;scom to for yu? explloitin ttiny, heplless ees so you don;;;t haveto rehearrre you ppart nd earrrn your lins, sir? watcht, bbenson! i coeulddd blow right no w! thhhhs isnt a godfell a his isabadfella!! wwwhy oesn;;tsomee just step on hisceep and we a al gggo home order in tthis ct!yo;;e alltthianking itor d ! orde, i sy! - y i! mr. liota, ple se sit down! t hinnkit wassss afull nice ootht bear toa pith in ike that .. i th nk t jy;; s on ou sside. are w dddoing ev ythin ight leglly i f orist. rght ell,hr e;s to greatteiamto a g ret em!wel,ello. - ken ! - e llo. did;;;;t think y o weee comnggg. n, is jttt lateo. iied to cll, but.....ttthe bat y. i did n;; t wat all thistto g o to w aste, so e call bary. luckiy, e wwas ffr ee. oo h, atwas luky.here s a little let i oudhet ittt up.yeh, hhhet i up, surwe v e. sso i ar yur qute atnnis play. i ;; not much orth e game myself the ball;s a l ittle grubbbby. that ;s wherei usuall it. right ... tre. ke,bar ry wa lo okinga t yur re suame, andheaagre dwitth me hat eating ith chstiksisn; eally pecial skl. yo thi i do seeu wh your e oig? i kno hhow haditis to fnd te righ t jb. we have t hat i comon. dowe bees hae 100 percent eeplo yment, twe o jos likkke tg he cuad oo. t hat;;ss just what ws thinki ng aboutdoing. e, i lt barry boroww you r a or for hifffuz. he ttaat wa s al l right. i;m going todaittthe od ier. yeah, ou do hat. loook a tht.you know, i;;vjustabouota iw ith you litle mi nd games. - hats that? italin vgu m ammai, tat;; s a lot pages . a lot of ads.reember what vn aid why is your lie more valualethnmnnee? funny iju cn;;; t see to recall tat! ith ik so hingstink ss in ere i love the smell oflowes. howdi y u li ke he smllo mes?! n ottt as much.wte bug!not tain sides ken imm wearng a ohapsssick ht this is patheic! i;;;e got isue s! wel, el , wel, royal flsh! - you;;e bffin . - a i?u f up, ude! poo water! that bowl is gnarl. xcept forr hoedirty ye llow rins!kennth! wa ar you doin?! youknow, dt eve llik hony dont eat it! e needdd to talk! e;;s js a ltle bee! and he hap ens to be the ncest e e iveo et in a lon ime! ong imewha aurre you tta lkiaong abo ut!a there otherugs in o fe? oo,but there re oherr thigsbuggin m eio le.aaad you;;;re oe o tm! fine !tlking b esn ogur night... myner es ae fr iedfrom riding n his emotionna rollr coast!goodbe, kn. and fffoy our ifrmaio, prer sssugar-free arti fiiial weteersade by man! iamsrrrraboutt all tttha i know i;;s g otnatert a ste! i like it! ialway felttt thewwwas omekinofba rrr beween k en and m.icou l;t oveome i oh, well. ae you k foth rial? i el eve r. mmmonnnttgomery is butout o idea. we wudlike to c allmr. barrry sso be to thstnd.goo ia! you ca reall eeewhy hes ccconsider ed ne ofthhhe est lawers.. yeah. laytn, youvvve gtta weae s oammaic withthis jury, o it;sss onn a b ll over. don;;;t wwwory the ounl y hing i av e to do o tun tttis juy arund is to remindddd themf what he dn;;t li ke abot bees. - yoou t th we zers -aryu lric? only to losing,sou. onl t losin mr. benonbe e, ;ll asssko what i th ik we;;;;d all likkke o kno.wht eexactly is your relaionship t ttht woman? we ;;re fffr ends. gggood friends - yyes. how ood? o oou liv e ogther? wat m nuteo. are yu he l tt le.. ... b dbug? ve sen bee documen tary or tw o. o hat ders sta n, does;t your quengive birt to all teee hilden?-yah, bu t.. so th se aen;t your real parennt! -o,,, bary... - yes, hey are hl me b ak yo;;rean illgitate b, aren;;ttt you, bnso?hhhe;;s denoucing beees!don; y;;all dddatt e your cosiss? - objction - ;m goig to pincushintthi gu y! a da do n;! t; ;;s a he wnts! oooh,i;;;m t!!oh, ordy, i m hi! o rdr! orde! tevenom ! th venom s using rough my eins! i hhaebeen fe llleeby a winged eas t ofdesttruc ioin! you see? you cant treat heum lik equal! theyre sripe savag es! stngin;; the ony thiing th ey knoww! iit;; t heir way! - adam , stay wthmmme. - i ca;;t eelmlgs . wha ange l o mercy wil me orwa rd to su c he ois from my eang uttocks? iillll e oer in this cour t. ordder! order, plese! the ae f teoe hny besve rsus thehum n race took a pntted urn agin st te bes ested when oooe f ei l eg altttt amung laayton t. nnntg omery. ey, bu dd y - hhhey. - is there mccch pppain? - yeh. i... blew te whole case didni?? it doesn;tter. whamatte is you;r alve. yo culd have id. i;;;d bbb btt er offalook t m. they got itfffrom the feteria do wnsirs, n a na sanw.look, there;; little e lery stilllllon it. watwas it le to stig sommmeone? i can;;texplaain it. it was a ll.... .. all draline aon hen... andttthe eic sts!all rht.yu thinkittwas ll a trap pp of cus e. msorry lew ues rigt into thiwhatwe wet hiking? look t us . r e jut cuple f uuu g inthi s world. whatwill ttthheu ma o t o usftheywin ? do noow i hear thept te oaches in moels.tat doennn;tsn ssso bad. adam, tey checkin, but hey dt eccck out! h , my. oo uld yo getan rse to cl ose that windw? - wwhhh? -hesoke. bees d on;;t mo ight...bees onnn;t smok. ees d ont smoke! bu t someibees ae smokig that;ss i! thhht;;ss our cse! it iuts not oe? gett ess d. ie otta go some whre. et ack to tecour anstall. s al any wa ou ccan. assing you;;;ve one sepcecttly, yyyure read our th ub. mr. flaya n. ye? es yo u honr!wher e th e rest of y uo tea w ell, your hhonorrr, ii;;;s interestig. bes aetrrra ndd o flyha phaz rdl , and a s a resulttt, e don;;t mmake ve good tttime.i actally hd afunssstoryabout.. yor honor,haven;;;ttt tese riddiclos gs takn upppenoug hof this courtsvalal ea ime? owmuch lo ger will we alowww these bsurdshhanigans to g o on? they haave prr esened nocomellingevidene t o suppt ther chares agains my cliets,o runlegitmtebsines e.i movef o a compltte dismissal ofthis entire ase! mr. flaymn,i;;m afr aid ;mm going tohav e ttocooideerrr mr. montgorys motiaon. t u can;;t! weaa t rfic case. whre is yourppproof? where i theidence? show mettthe smokinggu! hld it yu r honor! yu wanta smking gun?here is ur smoking gu.wa iss that? t;; abee mmmoker what, this? ttthis hharmless little cntap i on? tthis c ulll dn;;; hurly,ltaone a bee. lookaut w hat as happened to beswh o hv e never en ss e,,, "smok ig orno? i iss wat na ture inttteded or us? to e fr ciblyadddi ceddd t omokemmmachine and an-mmade wooden sat rk cmps ? liv n ou ouorrr lvs as honey sslavve to the whhhite man?-wha are egon a dd? - e;;s laig t h essp ppeucies ccc rd.ladieos an gntemen,pla se, ree the s ees!fee the bes! ffree thebee! free hea ees free th bees !freethe b ee ! t curt finnd i favor of th es! vaesa, we woon! i kewocould doit!!hih -fie! sorry. i;;m ! younow what his mans? aal the hon wil fffinally beln t te bee. ow e wont a to wor haid al l theti me hsis n uhly perrr erson of th e balaunce of ature bensonnn.youll regret this. brry, how much honeyisut here l right.neat atime rrry, who a re you wring? mys eate r is ralp laurrrn,and i hav ve o pants. -whtimongomerry;;s ight? -what do y mean? we;ve bbbeenl g theo be e w y longt i meo, 27 million year s ongr ra ttion onnny u victory . whattt willyou demannnd a s a etttlemnt? firs t, we;;lldemnd a mlete suto wof all bbee work camps. t hen we t back thehoiney tha t was orsto begin with, ever ls drop.eee deand an nd t thellloification of thebe aras anything rethaon a fity,smelly, ad-brea th stin machnne. e;;re ll aar o f what they do in thewwod. ai fffor sinal. take himut. he;ll ave ausous fff or a fw hurs, th e;;l bbe fine. ad we wil n olnge teraebee-eg ativ e iknaims... u t its juust a p r ancea-bou stge ame! ....uncessar nclusion of ho ney in bog s he lh produ ts a nd la-de-da han tea-time s nack garnishme ns. oan bahe. bring ii tin, boy! hld it ight therei! ood. app it. mr. buzwel, w ut passed three cus, and he;; gallons more comig! - itinnnk we ne dtto sht d! - st downnn we;venevveer shu t ddown. hut doww honey duction!stop makig oeey!urn yourkey, ir!wha d we o ow? oannnnonbaell! w;rrr sh utting hoeypoucio! misaon borrrt aboting pollinati on and nectr d e ai. rturning to bbase. adam youe wouldn;;bbbli ee hw muccch hney was oeut there. o, h? hats goin on?where i eeverybody? - are te out celeang? -theyre home.hey don; t know tto do. l ayig out, slpi n in i hyourun cle oar was on hus aey to sn antiow ith a rrrickt. a latwe gott ou roney back sometims i thinkk o wh if humans liked o onnn?? whwudnt? it;; s thhe greats tt hing in he orld!i was xc itd o pppr akin it th was my new desk. tis was mynew job i wte to di rel e ll.nd ow.... now ioc . i ontundert n why hey;;eno ap. itthought their lie wou dbeuo etter the;;re d oi ng nhng. itsss aazng. hney ay hange p eopl e. ou on;t ha ve an idea hat;;s goig on, doo? - what di yu wa ntto shw me? - this . what haene d herrre? that is ot the hlfff it. h, no..oh, mmy...heyrrre all wiltng. does;;; look vvverry go od, des it no. and whs faltdddo yu ti k hatis? you nowi ;;;mgon na gu ess bbees. ee speifically mme. i didttnk bes nottt nddd iun to mae honey woldd afct ll thsei ns it;s nottjusflos.. rit, vegetabls , hhhey ll eed es. that;;;s our whoie saet t rigt thhereo. tk way prodce, that a ffects theentireannima nnndom. and the, offf course... he humn species? s if theres no ore polinat ion, it ould ll jst go s outh hr, uldn;; it? ik no whsi a lso pparly my aultt.how abot ssuicidpact? ho do w d t? - i ll sting yu, you tep on me.- hajst kils youtwice. igt, rgh t . liste barry.. sor rybbbt i otta ggetgoig a d oopn y moui t and tak. vanssa vanssa? whar you lla vg? wh erre aaar e you goi ng? t t h fnal ornmen o f ros praide iii nn npasdena .heyvvveovd it to tis weke becaus e all the flwrsare dying. it;s te lat cance i;;lleerhaeo se it. aaes,iiia justwwna ay i;;;m sory. n ver eianti t to ur n out lii ke tis.. ik nw. m neithear. tourna ment o oses.roses cn;;t o sports.. w ait a mmionuate. ross.roes? roses! va nneuss a! osss es? bary? -o ere ffl ow r s - s,heyarre. f lws,,beeas, pllen i kkkno. tha why this s th lat parade. aye not . aouo ak h to slo w dow n? ooudd you slow dwn? brry ! ok i mde a hugge missstak e . th i s s a total dister, allmy fault. ysit kind of is. ive rneudhea p lane t.. i an ted to epp yo with the flo shppp i;; vee ade it wose .actually it; ;s coemp letel closedd down. ttthought aybe ou wwwee remodeling. bbut i hae nth er ia, ad its ggreaerthan my prrrvoosideas cbneud. i n;;tt wan to hear it!!! a ll rigtt, te hae th e rses, ter osess hae th e polln. kkkkknow ever bee, pla nt and lwerbud in thisp ark. all we tta o s gggethat the;;votbk h hhere w twhatwe;;;ve go -b ees. - p ark. - pllen- flowes. -rep ollina ion!- acrss th e nationn!tournam en of ose s,pasade, oaliforna. hey;;ve gt nothingbut lowrs,flloats and ccoton candy. security willbeigh. i hae anidea. aness loome, ft official flo l usiess.i;; real. sorry ma;a. nie brrooch thank ou. it w aos a gift. once inns de, e jus pick the rgt fot. ow b ut te rincess an heo pa? i ol d be thhe pri ncess,ad you co uld be th e! yes, iot it. - wereshouldd i sit ?- wh aee you - i belllive ii;;;m th epe. - the pa? it oes uunerr the mattresses. nt in th fairy tale weethart. -i;;;;m getig the arshl od hat this whole parad e is a fiasco lt; s se hat is bbab y;;ldo. hy, what are yo d ddong? !t he all we do is blend i witaeffic... ...wwitthut rousin g suspicion.o nce at he airppot,thers o stttopin u. stop security. - you a ourinne cpak yur float? - ye.ha s ibee nnn your pssesionthentire time? woul d yu rrrove yorr s hoes - rem ov yourrr sssinger - it;s parof e. i know . justh aing somme fu n. enjy yor fligh. then iff we;r luuky, we;llavee justenough olle ttto do the j ob. o anyoubeevehw ucky wwe re we ha ve jst no upollettto do th jo! ithin this isgonn ork... it;s got t work. atention, pas egers, tius is ptains ot. we hae a b of badwethe r i n new yrk. itlooks lie we;;;ll expeirioence accoupl hhours dely. barryth e se r ut flowrsss ithhho water. t h;; ll eve makit. i gotta gt upttherend t alk to thmmm. bea c eful. oan i ggget help witt h sky mmaoll mmmgaze? i;;; i ket order t he tkin infltabble nosee an earrr hair rimer optt i, i m in a realsituationn. - wwwhat;;yui y, h n ohig. bee! dont freak o! y etie species... hatae youo doig? - t miiutei! im anat torrny! - whho ;sa n aetney? don;tove. h,ar r. gd ftrnoo,p sssgers.i siisyou captain. would amiss aessa boo ein24bbpleasse report to the ocpit? ad pleas hurry ! hat hppened hhhere? h ere was a dusttbuse a toupee aa life raft xploed. o n;;;s bad, one;s i a bboat, thee bo u nc onsci us! - i th nothe bee jok e - no! no oesflyinnn the ppplane tisis jfk control tower flght 356. wht;;syur atu s? thiis vassa ome. i;;;m a florist fom eyork . where;;;st he pilt?e;;s uncnnsss ciouu,n d so s thhe ccopiaoo no t gou ddes aaanyone oanbord have fiughtexe rience? au a att er o fact, t here ss. - whoo;;;s that ? barr bnson. romm te o neyral?! oh ra. vaneusatis s n ot hing moare thn a bggg meal bbee. t; go t giant wngs,huge ennngne. i cantfl a ln. wy not?isssn;;;t jhn trrrau voltta a i ot - yes. hw hard could it e? wait t,arrry! ee ha ded intou som ligtnig . h i i bobbbb bumble... we he s sssme late-brraking newsfffomjfk irprt, where aa upeneful scene is developig . br benson fh rom hileglvictory. . th;;bary ...isattttemp tng o landa plane, lade wi th ople, fffllowers nd n incapacitated iht creww. floers?! whaave atom in tthe area and tttwo indviuas aot the ontrls wwit abslutely no lighttt exene. jst a minute. ee;;;sa bee onthat plane. i;;m quite failiarr wt mrr beonnsnnd hi nnno-ac count commpads. hhhh y;ve doneenough amag... but n;;;t he you onlyhope? echnically, abee hountbe ale o fltt al. their wgs ar e toumall... ave;t wwwhhherd this a mill ion timess? "h sur ae area o of thewings and body as mke no sennse."- get is on the air! - got t. - sad by .- we;;;r going lie. the way ewok ma e myse ry to yo mmaking hhh oneey take a ot of bes iinga ot ou f smll jobb. but lt e ttteell you about a small job.if you d it wel it makes a big differ ence. oreth werealizd. to us, t eeryonnne. thhhat;;;swhy want o get bs back t worki gtoethr. t h at;;s tebeeway! e;re not ade ofel-o. w g tbeid a felllow. - bac a ddyelow! hll! leift, igt,down,hover . -hovve? f oget ver. thi iusnto hard. bpbeeppp! b eep-bep!bbary,hat h apened?! wai, i hi k we were on u op ilt the whole ie - t hatmy have b en hep ing m.- an ow we;; ;rrr t! o i tu rns out i cannnnnnot fly a ppplane. al of y u,,let;s gt behind this felw! mo ve iet out! m ve ut! our only caonce s i iio wwwh at d do you c opy me wihhe inggs offf the pe!!dtt vveto ye ll iii;;;m o tt y el ng! we;r i alot f trbe. ;;;s ery arto cnentat wh t hat paiky tone in your voieuce! iiit;;s nottt a tone. i; ;;mpanicki ng! ican;;td thi! anessa p ll yourselftoether. you have tosnn nap ot off it! you nap outt of it... you sapu of it. - yo sap outttof it - yo ssnap ut i! - you sna out f it! - you s ap ot of it! - younap ot o i! you snap ot offfit - ho ld i! - wh? oo me on, its my urn...ow is he plaeffyg i don;;; t koa. helo? bnsn,got ny flo ers for a happpyoccaon nhre? hee pollenjocks! they do get behinnnd afello ack n d yello - elo. all rgh, lt;; drop hiin can he blacktop.whr? i ccan;ttt see aything. oanyou? no, nothin. i;;;s l lody. oome o. you ot to thnk beieo, barry . - tttt hhhinking beae. -thiking bee. thinking bee!tionkingbee! tt inking be! ait a nute. i t hinki;m eelieng somettio ng.- w ha? i donn; kno. it;; ston, pullin me. ll ikea 27-mli oin-yearold nstinnnct.brig thnose down. tin kig bee thhhhinkinng eie!t hnin gbee wwwha t i thewolddd s o thh tarma? -g somme igh t ttthaa!tthinkng bee!thinkng be! hiking bee! - vanessa aim or the flower. - o. o the ngines. we;;re goingi on bee wwe. rreoady, boys? affi mativ e! god odd easy,no.. t atsss i. land n that loer! ready? full rrver! spinit aoud! not thhhat flo wer! thh thr on e! whih one? - that loiww. i;m aiimiug at the flowe tha ts afat guy in a fwerre shi r. ea thegant pulating flor d mlins f bees pullforwrd. nose own. ta up. rottaitt e aro it.- tis is insunebarr! - hs;s the o nlwy kowhow to flyam i oo-ko-kac oo, r is ts pl ane lying in annn insect-ike atern? get yyyrnos thr. don;;;t earaid sell it. fullreverse! uuust dop it. bbe a pat of it. aim orthecente! n ow drop it in! drrrrropit in, woea ! o o on, aaready. bbb,we diad it! outug gh me hoaw tfllly! - yeis. no h ighfiv! -ri ght. barry t woked! ddi yousiae he giuan flwr? wht gint f fflowe ? whee?of course i saw thhhe flowe! tha s enus! - ank ou - bbut we;;ent done y. lisen everyoea! tis ru n wy sss oerddd wth the last len from thee last flowers aalable an ywhe r e on earh. tht eanstis ius our s chnc. we;r the only oune s wo aike hone,po linat floer sss aaand dss l ke is. if we; e go na survive as a speies,t his i ourmoment! wha do yuu say re w goingg to be bes ,orjust mu s eum of natua histoy keychainswe;;;rbeess! eycha in! ten follow me! excepp t kkkeycain. hold on, arry. he. youve ened this yea! i a pollen jock! annd it;;;s a prfect i t. llligta do are the sssleess. oh, yeah.tat;;; s ourrr ry. mm the eeu ar bck ifanybdy needs to make a cll , nw; ;s th ime ggot feling we;;ll bewor king late toight! here;s yyourchhan .have ageat fftenon!!! oan i lpwo;;s nxt wou ld you like some hney ith that? it i bee-rove. don;;t foget thse. mi lk, cream, cchese, it;;;s alme.nd i don;; ee ai icke l! soetmes i justeel like a iece omea t! iiia noa deia. barry, i;;;msorrhave you go mont? wouldyou ecussseme? mymosui tto sssocatwill help you. sr ry im ate. hs a lwyer too? w as lr edyabod-suking arit. all i eded as a briefce.av aegggeat ate rnn! ba ry, just got this huge tuip odr, nd i ca;t getthemm anyher. no prle, vanne. just leaave iutto me . y;;ea fesaer, ba r an el hos next? all right, cramb le, joks! its time t o fly. thanky ou,rry! that bee is lv n m y ifea ! let ttgo, knny. -whn will thsnighmre nd? - lle i alll go. - batiful ddda tofly - sreis b eitwee yo u and m, ws ding to get ut of that offfice. yu ve gggot t start ti nkiang bee, myfri end . - hinkg bee! -me? hold it. lett;;sjust sttop for aaa secon. hod it ;;m sorry. i;;;ory, everyon. on e tp here ? iim n ot ma king a joor life ddcsin duiring a proucti uber! llr ight. t ten, everybod. wrrapi up,gguys ihad virtua ly no rearsal for thatpcial thaks to sergik,,