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Rodeo • Reiner Braun

black fem reader

word count 3.5K

kinks/warnings: face riding, rough sex, heeeavy breeding, backshots, oral, edging, size kink, choking, dirty talk, reverse cowgirl, squirting

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orange and red skies fell cast as the sun began to set for the evening.

noises from various animals dispelled throughout the spacious, grassy plain while being wrangled in.

acres upon acres of beautiful land that belonged to renowned rancher, Reiner Braun.

a man that had made quite the fortune from raising cattle and growing produce.

the vivacious and bustling farm that was filled with workers and livestock throughout the day had settled to near silence.

once it was all squared away, the sound of a loud Ford F-350 motor drawer closer as it pulled up to the main property.

(y/n) opened the front door and looked out across the yard as the truck engine came to a quiet halt and was finally parked.

when the doors opened, a tall, blonde male in Wranglers, boots and a white t shirt, appeared with a smile.

the lady greeting him stood atop the staircase of the front porch, adorning beautiful butterfly locs tied into a bun and rich, brown skin that glowed underneath the sunset.

you were wearing a cute little sundress with an apron tied around it, as you had just finished preparing dinner for the evening.

"Well..aren't you just the prettiest damn thing I ever did see. Good evening, my sweetness."

that southern drawl spoke as he approached the bottom step before swooping you into a tight embrace.

even after five years of marriage, he still managed to make your heart race like a teenage girl with her first crush.

returning it with a kiss to his cheek, you'd run your hand along his cheek.

"Good evening, baby. How's my hard working man?"

"Better now that I'm here with you.."

he was such a gentleman and a romantic; just two of many reasons why you were crazy for him.

"Dinner's ready, go on in and get cleaned up so I can fix your plate."

that was all he needed to hear because he zoomed straight past you into the house like a little kid.

"I smell something good! That better not be what I think it is."

you'd simply shake your head, laughing as you followed behind him back into the house.

you know he had to be starving so once you both got cleaned up, you'd make the plates.

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"Mmm, babe. That was the best thing I've ever tasted. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, my darling."

it warmed your heart to hear him doting on your cooking so you were happy to prepare it.

after a long day out in the fields, you had made all of his favorites; steak, homemade Mac and cheese, sweet potato soufflé and salad.

he had the appetite of a grizzly bear so needless to say, that plate was licked clean.

the two of you sat down together, talking about your day and things going on with the business.

you were a chef by trade and spent your time doing occasional catering orders but a majority of your money came from being somewhat of a celebrity cook.

you had your own YouTube channel and specialized in home cooked, southern meals.

you liked the housewife lifestyle and still got to do what you loved.

for now, you had no kids so it was just the two of you, and your dogs enjoying peaceful country living.

getting up, you'd take the plates over to the sink and scrap them.

"Do you want any more before I put it away?"

shaking his head, Reiner pushed his chair back and proceeded to head over to the fridge.

"As much as I'd love to, I don't think I can take another bite."

he'd declare, stretching his arms wide to loosen his stiff muscles.

as you stood over the sink, you'd fill those large hands cradle your waist and his stubble grazing your neck.

"..but I think I will take a bit of dessert."

"Oh yeah? Is that right?"

light kisses on your skin that made warmth fill your stomach in the best way and he knew that if he didn't stop, what would happen.

he couldn't lie, he was obsessed with you in every sense of the word. You were his everything and he didn't miss out on an opportunity to show it.

and you definitely didn't mind it..one thing about it, he was very skilled with his hands.

after your shower, you had slipped on a tank top, tiny shorts and had your hair wrapped up in your bonnet.

and he was ready to take you out of all of it!

"Baaabe! What are you doing?"

he wasn't saying a word, just continuing to feel up on your body and nibble on your neck..

eventually, he'd tilt your head back and make your soft lips the focal point of his kisses; even sliding his tongue in your mouth.

when he did, muffled moans were exchanged between the both of you. His left hand coiled your throat and the thoughts running through your head were not at all pure.

meanwhile, his free fingers were trailing down to your shorts.

sliding his thumbs into the elastic waistband, he'd tug them down and you'd push your ass back against his pelvis.

leaving you in nothing but a thong that you had swallowed up, he'd rub those same fingers between your thick thighs.

the tips would graze your mound and slide across the juicy center, making you tremble.

"Mmmph! Ooh..fuck."

the more he teased you, the more those sounds arose and they were like music to his ears.

after working so hard all day and all week, the one consolation he wanted was to fuck you until neither of you could stand it.

making you cum over and over, shouting his name, digging your nails into his back...he wanted it, he needed it.

"What's the matter? You like that?..does it feel good?"

his deep voice ringing in your ear while he played with your clit ever so gently.

"Yes..so good, baby." moaning out all helplessly as he toyed with those dripping folds.

watching you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying to fight it really turned him on and it was apparent by the bulge pressing to your ass.

muttering a laugh, he'd keep that hand at bay around your throat and keep filling your head with all the nasty thoughts and things he was going to do to you.

"You ain't seen a thing yet, baby..I'm gonna fuck ya' until you can barely move.."

the glare in each of your eyes was full of lust and pure desire that could only be cured by letting him slut you out.

"That pretty pussy is so wet for me already..I love it..and I love you."

after his fingers had become doused in your juices, he'd then place them in your mouth and let you suck them clean.

staring back at him, you'd twirl your tongue around, lapping up all traces of your stickiness.

it was driving him insane at this point, watching you be so freaky; enticing him like this.

where all of this was coming from? You had no idea but you weren't complaining.

"Look at how good you suck those fingers, baby..so nasty for me..yesss."

shoving them a little further, he'd listen to you gagging on them;

watching that little trail of saliva drip down your chin and it took every bit of resolve to keep from bending you over right now.

instead, you had other plans in mind.

"I'd rather suck on that dick..don't be shy, pull it out for me." smirking, you'd stick your tongue out and flick it at him.

the constant teasing was getting him riled up.

"Better yet..do it yourself. Stroke that shit for me."

grunting in your ear, he'd instruct you to reach back and tug his pants down.

you'd grab his sweatpants and wiggle that large bulge around. After that, you pulled the front, exposing it.

when it popped out, he was rock hard and ready to put every last inch inside of you.

"That's what you wanted? Right, baby? All of this fucking dick?"

nodding your head, you'd look back and keep stroking, which drove him insane.

"All of it, I want you to use my throat..."

that resulted in him slapping your ass even harder this time before yanking your breasts out of that tank top.

"Then what are you waiting for? Squat right down here for me, darling.."

turning you around to face him before positioning you in front of the cabinets.

"..and let me fuck that pretty little face.."

his sudden raunchiness and dominant demeanor was a shock but you loved it. You loved the way he was talking to you..treating you.

it was so damn sexy!

with no time wasted, you'd open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

rubbing that dripping head around the rim of your lips, Reiner wasted no time fulfilling your wish before stuffing that thick length between them.

it brushed past your tongue and into that wet mouth; slowly in and out as your jaws conformed to the shape.

you loved his flavor, his taste..making sure that every bit of his sensory points were aroused when you finished.

he was smirking at you, the stare in his eyes letting you know how much he loved it.

the subtle gagging noises coupled with his light grunts were filling the kitchen and it was the only thing he wanted to hear.

back and forth his hips bucked, matching your rhythm of your head swaying on his dick.

you didn't care about appearances..you wanted it as nasty and sloppy as possible. Because you were a slut for your man behind the innocent housewife facade.

and he was just the same for his woman. The thought of fucking you stupid had been on his mind all day.

after a while, spit was dripping all down your chin to your breasts. Your nipples hard and perky as they hung out of that shirt.

he'd reach down and flick his fingers across them while continuously letting you suck him off.

"That's my girl..you take care of me so good. Feeding me and then fucking me like this..a man couldn't ask for me."

he knew you despised having your hair touched, especially after it was freshly done so his hand mixed back to your throat instead as he guided you along.

you'd take him out of your mouth for a moment to spit on it, not giving a fuck that it was all over your hands and chest.

"Oh!—fuck..you're so nasty."

he was losing his mind, trying not to cum too fast but you had him weak.

"But you love that about me.."

that's when you'd begin to jerk him off and then tease his balls with the tip of your tongue.

"Goddamn..I'm—" he could only take so much more and you weren't letting up so he had to stop and get that pussy right now.

"C'mon, baby. Get up." Snatching himself from between your clenching jaws.

taking sharp breaths after only breathing through your nose, you done as he said and spun around to face the counter.

when you did, you'd begin shaking your ass for him and that was the final straw.

he was going to have you with a limp tomorrow!

"Mmm, come fuck this pussy..I need it." sucking him off had you wet as hell and he was more than happy to oblige.

"Don't worry, sweetness...I got you." that accent mixed with that deep, low drawl of his was so sexy and he truthfully could get anything he wanted.

slowly, he tapped and teased your entrance before trying to slide in.

one more heavy handed smack graced your ass before he did so, which made you jump.

"Fuck!.."

"You want this dick? You better lemme' hear that sweet lil' voice of yours, begging me..."

he knew you desperately needed to be filled and stuffed right now but something about the way you spoke to him made it so much better.

he loved hearing that innocent tone turn so raunchy in a matter of seconds..all and only for him.

"..and let's put this lil' leg up here all nice while we're at it. Come on, honey..do it. Make me.." placing your leg on the countertop.

after a few more slaps, you were crying out and begging for it; looking back as that tip grazed your clit.

your tight cunt was in perfect view for him and he couldn't stop imagining filling it full of cum.

"Fuck me, baby! Please..make me nut on that dick..make it fucking hurt."

the desperation was his catalyst, and with that, you were filled to the brim with that thick length.

he already hovered over you by a considerable amount so when that long pipe stuffed you, you'd feel it..even from the back.

"Ahhh, shit!.."

"You can take it..this is what you begged for, right?..those deep strokes..besides, I'm only half way in."

you'd nod as you chewed your lip and gripped the counter.

in one swift motion, he pulled it out and shoved it back in extremely hard.

"Well? Tell me.."

"Yeeess! Fuck..daddy. Exactly what I want."

Reiner just let out a hefty laugh and proceeded to thrust without missing a beat.

crossing his arms across your backside, he began feeding you those deep strokes you so desperately pleaded for.

"Then all you had to do was ask, princess..don't worry.."

in and out, he met the tight grip of your wet, sopping cunt with half of his dick inside of you.

bending down, he'd get directly in your ear yet again; hand around your throat and tell you exactly what you needed to hear.

"..Daddy'll make you cum like you never have before."

something about hearing that name made him want to assert dominance more so than he already had.

but alas, he had you pent down over the kitchen island, burrowed over your back as he kept going.

colliding skin and loud moans were filling the room once again and you were just taking that dick so well, even though it was stretching you.

with his shirt still half on, he'd take the end between his teeth to keep from blocking the view of your ass bouncing against him.

you had the perfect figure; little waist, big round ass and that pudge of tummy that he loved even more than those thick thighs of yours.

not to mention being much shorter; so watching you writhe and cry out as you took that enormous dick was so damn hot to him.

you were practically impaled on his shit.

but that didn't stop you! Standing on those freshly white painted tip toes, you'd look back and twerk on his shit.

"Come on, keep fucking me! Keep fucking your pussy, baby!"

he loved when you gave him commands like this. He could say he was in control all he wanted but he was your bitch..plain and simple.

with pussy that good, you owned him and he didn't care.

"I know I told you I wanted all of that dick so why the fuck you holding out on me?..put that shit in my motherfucking stomach!"

to his surprise, you'd even smack your own ass and you just didn't know what you had asked for.

seeing you like this made him want go up his game and really go stupid in it.

giving you the most devilish smirk you had ever seen, you'd feel that grip on your throat tighten and him even deeper.

"You asked for it..so.."

just then, your eyes went wide from shock and then you too were smiling as he granted your wish.

eight and a half inches of thick girth filling those tight walls. And as you requested, he was pressing through the pit of your stomach.

for a moment, you couldn't even make a sound. Only inaudible gasps and slaps against his torso as if you were tapping out.

but you were going back up your bark if you had anything to do with it.

"I'm in there, aren't I?"

nodding your head and whimpering, you'd let him know he had succeeded.

giving you a couple more spankings, he left a kiss on your ear and laughed maniacally.

"Then do it..cum on this dick, bitch."

just as being bossed around was his thing, being degraded, just a tad was yours.

because to hear a man that literally babied you and kissed the ground you walked on talk to you like that made you twitch.

and you had a lot of help getting there because the second he did, he kept going and traced tiny circles around your clit before...

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming, daddy! I—"

your eyes went cross and a lump caught in your throat as a stream of juices escaped your quivering hole.

(y/n) was squirting all over him and the floor and Reiner happily relished in the beautiful sight.

you had been making a mess of him all night and this was the payoff.

"Yeeeah, that's what I'm fucking talking about!"

but that wasn't enough..he had better ideas.

after pulling out and observing your mess, the muscular male lifted you into his arms and tossed your trembling frame over his shoulder.

"No, I need more of that..come on."

by this time, your ass was stinging from the marks and your pussy was throbbing but you were far from finished.

taking you into the living room, he'd set you both to the floor and get comfortable.

he needed more room than the couch and there was no way he was waiting to get upstairs.

so he leaned his back against it and set you down as he instructed you on what to do next.

"..Ride my face. Hurry up."

with his arms stretched from end to end on the bottom of the cushions, he'd lean the crook of his neck back and position you on top of it.

his dick was standing at attention and throbbing red; a clear sign that he was holding out.

but right now, he needed to make you replicate that mess you just made.

and he didn't just want you to sit on his mouth, he wanted you to do it in a split.

this was his way of making you prove you could handle it rough.

sucking your teeth, you'd crawl into the desired position and begin grinding against his lapping tongue.

being smothered by your asscheeks and dripping folds was the absolute dream.

and although you could hear nothing but groveled moans, it was certain that he was loving it.

gliding his hands up the center of your back, he'd gently cradle you to keep you in position.

rolling those hips, you'd begin to drip down the sides of his mouth but he made sure to lap up every drop.

"Oh my God!..Baby..it feels so good."

he wanted it all; sticking his tongue deep inside of you, he coaxed it all out.

and yet again, you found yourself about to cum. If you drowned him, that was that.

inserting a finger inside of that quivering hole, you'd try to hold out but it was inevitable.

seconds later, you were sprouting up from his face and dousing it in your juices.

his chest was sprayed with it and he loved it.

"Fuuuuck!"

"Hell yeah, baby! That's that nasty shit I love."

he had to get back inside of you quick because you had his cock ready to burst.

but he was reserving it..to make sure you got filled with every bit of his seed.

not missing a beat, he'd tug you down..lowering your quivering, overstimulated body onto his length yet again.

but this time so you could ride him!

"Goddamn! Baby, I think you're trying to kill me."

facing you towards the coffee table, he made you plant your feet to the floor and get in position.

"Don't be ridiculous..I just want to you to make you cum until you lose consciousness, there's a difference."

he was definitely on demon time for sure but luckily you matched that energy.

roping an arm around the back of his neck, you'd get on your tip toes again and begin to bounce up and down.

"And I just want to nut in me until you can't fit anymore..how's that sound?"

while you were talking your shit, you never took your eyes away from him and those movements were speeding up.

you were pretty skilled at balancing so you eventually began taking him with no hands.

winding your waist and bouncing your ass yet again..hell, you were giving the dancers a run for their money.

quite literally trying to spell your name on it.

meanwhile, you were dripping all down his dick and his swollen balls slapped your clit each time.

"Take it!..take this fucking cum out of me..goddamn!

he was breaking and nearing the climax he had been restraining this entire time.

"Do it..nut in this pussy! I can feel you..you're so close!"

and he was..so without another moment of hesitation, he coiled his arms around your stomach and began thrusting upwards like he was hammering your spot.

you couldn't hold on and essentially went limp like a rag doll within his grasp.

"Oh my God!"

"Yeaaaah! Shit.."

holding his place after that final thrust, he let buckets of cum spill into your tight little hole.

but it took every last drop. Letting out loud, helpless screams, Reiner squeezed his eyes shut and let it go for you.

this rough and tough cowboy was crying and pleading at the mercy of your tightness.

he couldn't even control at this point.

but just when you thought he couldn't release another drop, you were wrong.

he held back earlier for a reason and that was so he could feed that womb with two healthy nuts.

"Take it! Take my nut, baby! It's all yours."

that warm, white seed filled you to the brim for a second time before he lifted you up ever so slightly to watch it drip from between those gorgeous brown thighs.

once you were both back in reality, you could observe the aftermath.

"Now that's a beautiful sight, ain't it? Look at you.."

smiles cracked across your faces and he'd tilt your head back to kiss you.

"I love it..and I love you more. Thank you, baby."

whispering and cradling you close, he couldn't stop adorning your face.

"Thank you, for being the best wife a man could ask for."

there wasn't much a simple country boy like him could ever want in life; but you answered his prayers and exceeded them when you came around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- bee movie anon

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When You're At The Function F***in It UP And Your Man Walks In (Mayans)

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, fighting

Characters: Angel, Coco, & EZ

You’re on thin ice as it is sis. The little forest-green dress with the the deep plunge front and slit sides, the one that ended up purchased after your friends hyped you into it. That’s supposed to be in the trash according to one Angel Reyes. That, or reserved for private nights in.

Currently, it was wrapped around your form, helping you grab envious/admiring glances from around the room.

Your hips twisted to the layered bass, using the random behind you for stability. Your friend next to you cheered you on, her inner hype man on full display. There’s a breakdown in the song, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice telling you “Superstar mama, say hi for the gram!”.

Your eyes zone in on Gilly, eyes wide. Everyone knew the Mayans rolled deep when they went anywhere. Where there was one, there was the rest. Especially when it came to the three musketeers and their wrangler, EZ.

Like you were busted sneaking back into your room as a teen, you froze. You narrowed your eyes at your friend who shrugged and mouthed sorry before disappearing.

“Gilly fuck off!” You hissed, moving away from the random. Your eyes scanning the crowded den.

Gilly laughed, tucking his phone into his kutte. “Ayy, don’t get mad at me,” he fluttered his eyelashes and fake coughed into his hand. “I don’t feel so good baby, I’m just gonna stay in tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at his high-pitched mimicry of your last conversation with Angel.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Your friend swore she nixed all Mayan related invites, just for that night, on your behalf. All you wanted was to be able to turn up like you did pre-relationship. Normally you could at clubhouse parties since Angel trusted everyone there with his life. Any party outside of that was a gamble, and Angel could referee like he got a check for it.

Your eyes finally met said man’s across the party and a chill and went down your spine. Angel was propped against the wall across the way, eyes on you.

The rest of party fell away as you made your way over to him, schooling your features into your ‘what did I do daddy?’ pout.

“Nah, don’t come over with that lip poking now.” He shook his head, speaking when you were in range of him.

“And what are you doing wearing this fucking pillowcase out here? What did we talk about?” He pinched the thin strings of your dress.

“Nooo, don’t be mad. I was walking through my closet and it fell on me. Besides, you liked it when I modeled it for you.”

Angel scoffed, refusing to even entertain your comments. Coco chuckled from his spot next to his friend as he lit a cigarette.

“I thought you had club shit, I didn’t even know you’d be here.” You cringed as soon as the words left your lips, the shots you’d taken earlier still putting in work.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either. I thought you were sick. There’s some soup in the car that thought it was getting dropped off. Apparently wrong thoughts is the theme of the night.”

Petty by Angel Reyes.

“Soup? Baby, that’s so sweet.” You tried to pet his cheeks, but he was keeping you at bay.

“You aren’t even sick! Imma give that shit to Gilly.”

“Nooo.” You whined again, still trying to get him to let you touch him in some way.

“Get that bitch you were dancing with to buy you soup.” It was his turn to pout, but there was fire in his eyes as he tracked the guy you’d been dancing with. “It’s all he’s gonna be able to fucking eat in a minute anyways.”

“Sorry I blew up your spot ma, I just wanted to see my plug and get out.” Coco opened the palm of his hand not holding the cigarette and revealed a small bag of weed.

Angel snapped his head towards him, expression incredulous. “Don’t apologize to her, she lied to her man! She gave some puto hope! Get on code!”

“I love you hermano, but this is your guard dog-ass fault.” He pointedly ignored his friend’s heated glare as a girl in the doorway caught his interest, slipping away when she positively returned his gaze.

Angel’s attention was claimed by you once again when you pulled his head down towards you. You smothered his cheeks in kisses, to which he was physically unresponsive.

“I don’t know if I want you kissing on me querida.”

You rolled your eyes. Petty or not, everyone knew Angel’s life force depleted the longer he went without touching you. Even in your tipsy state you could see his fingers literally twitched with the need to take their rightful place on your hips.

“I just wanted to dance like I used to, and you don’t dance. Then you beat down guys who want to. You left me no choice, so let me have kisses.” You locked your arms around his waist, successfully avoiding his half-hearted attempts to push you away.

He scrunched up his face. “How the fuck am I catching strays in this situation? I’m the victim!”

“I’ll make it up to you later if you stop being a hatin’ wallflower and let me grind on you.” Your hips found the rhythm of the slow wind song thumping through the room.

His hands encircled your throat, drawing you closer to his person. Your pupils blew at his darkened expression, your lower half squirming with interest. He pressed his lips to yours, and the party faded to nothing again. His fingers flexed around your throat before closing just enough for him to draw the subtlest gasp from you. He felt it more than heard it over the noise, but it was enough.

He pulled away, licking his lips as you tried to remember where you were and if sin always tasted so good.

“You’ll make it up to me right now in the traitor’s car.” he held up keys you recognized to be Coco’s.

You started to protest on principle, but your body was going through withdrawals from a lite touch (for Angel). He could see the wheels turning, but you were letting him lead you out of the room, palm openly covering your ass.

“Who are you texting?” You asked, more annoyed with how his hands were no longer possessively roaming your body than a real answer.

He quickly pocketed his phone and returned his hands to you. “No one baby.” definitely not telling his boys via group chat to handle the random for him. “Stop worrying about anything other than how you’re gonna get around at work tomorrow.”

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It was bad enough you couldn’t make it to New Orleans due to work, and Old Lady “responsibilities”, but this petty fight you were in with Coco was the kicker. You couldn’t even remember how it started, but it escalated back and forth until you weren’t speaking and were back staying at your apartment.

Poor Letty had been reduced to messenger girl, especially now that she had a car. A tug of war with your point being “she was my girl first, that’s how we met” and his point being “she’s my kid, blood first ma” had broken out. You didn’t know what was going to wear through its welcome first, your lack of Coco, or Letty’s patience, but they were competing. It wasn’t like Coco was doing any better if your daily updates from Letty were any indication. He was impatient, tense, chain smoking, and was getting closer and closer to going through with the apology call he was openly fighting.

It wouldn’t be long before you were back to getting your back arched out of shape if that was anything to go by. Not a moment too soon if your own miserable habits were anything to go by. You wanted to use the party to distract yourself, hoping Coco would break first the following day. If not, it was sure to be you.

You spent the whole day throwing your frustrations into decorating your best friend’s backyard. It looked like the French Quarter threw up its best years, but it was the perfect backdrop to lose yourself to some bounce music.

Normally, you could goad Coco into being your twerking post, and that resistance (plus his turned on bi-lingual hypeman compliments in your ear) was everything missing at the moment.

You pouted and weaved your way out of the crowd to your friend who was busy playing good hostess.

“Ah ah, no whining. If you wanna really make it Mardi Gras, shake your ass on a dude.”

You narrowed your eyes, annoyed she shut down and solved your problem before you could whine about it. “Coco hates that shit! Plus he’s spoiled me, it won’t even be the same.”

“Coco isn’t here, and it doesn’t have to be the same, it just has to do.” She turned away from where she’d filled two shot glasses for the two of you. “Besides, we both know your ass is gonna be all in his neck crying about how you miss him tomorrow. Do your thing before you go out sad.”

She clinked shot glasses with you, pleased at her accurate assessment and your sourpuss face.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, voice rough from the burn of the shot.

“Save that for Coco.” She smacked your ass, draped one of the many beaded necklaces hanging off her shoulder around your neck, and sent you on your way back to the crowd of writhing bodies.

It was nothing to find dudes to grind on, and you fell into the synergy. You couldn’t count how many fast paced songs you’d thrown it back to, or how many guys you’d danced with. The stack of beads you’d acquired gave some idea though.

Meanwhile, Coco’s skin was alive with the kind of anger he felt. He’d been seriously contemplating coming to your place and forcing out admissions of how his life wasn’t right without you in it. He couldn’t remember who or what started it, but it didn’t even matter when your scent was starting to fade from his pillow, and his touch starvation was acting up.

All of that went careening out the window when he stumbled upon a pouty Letty, huffing and sucking her teeth at her phone. Turns out you, and “everyone in the goddamn world but me” according to Letty, were at your friend’s blowout Mardi Gras party. Coco knew it was your favorite holiday, but it was news to him that you had any plans since you couldn’t officially go this year. News he didn’t welcome at all, since all of the videos he saw you in you were throwing (his) your ass on multiple dudes. Did you think he wouldn’t fight everyone???

He was already on his bike before he’d even registered leaving the house. He sent a quick summoning call in his boy’s group chat, your friend’s address the destination.

The party was louder and wilder than the videos let on. He’d already spotted his boys by their kuttes, mingling in their respective ways, but didn’t seek them out. They’d find him if he needed them to. Coco on the other hand, needed to find you.

His eagle eyes picked apart the crowd until he spotted you twisting yourself to the rhythm. Coco didn’t know whether to shoot the asshole behind you, or take you away to deal with the feelings you were bringing out of him.

You knew he loved when you brought the South to the West Coast with your hips and ass.

He charged into your space, his hands immediately going for the guy’s arm and snatching him towards him.

“Make a choice cabrón. Get the fuck out, or be an expensive bill and sad memory for your moms by morning.” He pressed his kutte to his person, emphasizing that he was strapped.

The guy raised his palms and quickly exited the scene. Unwilling to test what clearly was a warning that Coco would happily make good on.

You tugged on him, trying to get him to move away from the crowd. Scanning those around you to see who saw or heard, you noticed more than you would’ve liked. They wouldn’t make a fuss, noting his kutte, but still.

“Stop it. What are you even doing here?” You hissed, tugging his arm harshly for his attention.

He turned his gaze, wild with adrenaline and arrogance at his victory, on you. “You should’ve stopped yourself before throwing it back on random fuckers for the internet. This is on you.”

“No, this is on you. If you hadn’t done what you did or said what you said…”. You trailed off remembering that you couldn’t recall what had happened, just the frustration.

“What did I say or do (y/n)?” He noted your visible annoyance that he’d chosen to use your real name instead of a pet name, and with a smirk, he walked you backwards until your back gently hit the fence.

Between not recalling what started the fight, and your man looking amazing, you settled on a pathetic. “You remember.”

“No I don’t, and neither do you.” that familiar prickle of intensity sparked between the two of you.

Everything between you and Coco felt like a live wire dancing back and forth. High energy moments usually ended in either great sex, or separation (sometimes by the force of your friends) to let things cool down.

“I know you’re gonna catch a case if you keep moving like that Johnny. Is that what you want?”

“Nah mujer, that ain’t what I want. I want you home where you belong, but you’re out here playing me instead.” Slender fingers tugged sharply at a few of the beaded necklaces in your stack.

You sucked your teeth and turned your head, ignoring the warm cheeks and butterflies in your stomach at his on-brand admission of missing you.

He placed a hand on the fence next to your head, grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him.

“You’re being a drama queen. I thought I was talking to Angel for a second.”

He threw his head back as laughed, and you got an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. Or at least bury your fingers in his soft curls, they were begging for it at this po-

“Fuck that, he’s still got me beat. Wait til you see the tantrum he’s saving for you for not getting invited tonight.”

“He was, I just told her to can it because of you. He should be mad at you.” You pouted, but your tone was teasing.

“I could put in a good word for you…you know, if you’re done being petty.” He leaned in, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Or I could just offer to throw it back on him to make him forget.”

It was your turn to laugh when Coco tensed, and pulled back from where he’d been teasing you with light touches. You didn’t love him no longer touching you, but faltering him made it almost worth it.

“Or you could take me home and we could both forget…” you clutched at his kutte, leaning into him.

He pulled your hands away by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over your pulse points.

“Nah, if dancing is this fucking important to you, come on then.” He pulled you after him.

“Cocooo,” you whined, more interested in getting him to touch you again. “Take me home already.”

“My lady wants to dance.” He sat on the outdoor wicker couch and patted his lap. “So dance.”

You stood there in confusion for a second, before what he meant became clear. “I’m not doing that here!”

“You didn’t have an issue earlier, move those hips ma.” He looked between you and his lap again.

Could’ve been the way he was biting his lip, or the laid back way he rested against the couch, but that coupled with lack of access to him, had affirmative words running through your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes, faking like his request was that expensive. “Only because I want to get you home, and I know you’ll never quit whining if I don’t.”

You slipped onto his lap, the action already drawing attention from partygoers just for the potential of what was to come.

He grasped your hips to still you before you started to move, his palm pressing you back to him by your throat. “And don’t half-ass it yeah…or I might do the same when I get you home.”

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It wasn’t until Creeper hit his shoulder and informed him of how hard he was smiling that EZ realized his cheeks ached. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching you dance more than anything.

As soon as you heard a melody you liked, you came alive to it, and stole everyone’s attention. You could find the beat on anything.

That wasn’t his sole reason for cheesing so hard though. Tonight had been the first night you brought your closest friends around the club, and he knew it took great trust in him, his brothers, and your relationship to do that. Your family was on the East Coast, so your friends filled that role for you. Coupled with EZ, they were your world and he thanked you everyday for letting him in.

“Gonna stop calling you boy scout if you keep enjoying the show this much.” Creeper took the seat across from him, half blocking his view.

“Oh you didn’t know how EZ gets down?” Angel’s lips formed that mischievous grin, his eyes taking on the same glint. “You should’ve seen him begging me for tales from Angel’s crib.”

“She and her girls look good out there. Might be too much for you junior.”

EZ rolled his eyes at the ribbing from his brothers, his grin still intact. “At some point I’m gonna be patched, I’m happy to make a cage date for that day. Pretty sure I can take both of you.

Creeper and Angel exchanged exaggerated incredulous expressions.

“See what happens when you go easy on the help?” Angel scoffed. “You sound like you’re hurtin’ for work prospect.”

“Could use some more water.” Creeper shook his water bottle at him, just barely missing splashing him.

EZ rose from his seat, empty beer bottle in hand. “Just remember that day is coming.”

Angel and Creeper laughed raucously at that.

“Don’t get your ass beat in front of your woman lil bro!”

EZ shook his head, choosing to ignore his dumbass older brother. and tossed his bottle in the trash. Slipping through the moving bodies until he was near you, he gently patted your friend who nodded and stepped from behind you.

You jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance, but settled back against him.

“Hey baby.” You gently encouraged him to follow the sway of your hips as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m back on the slave clock, you want anything?”

You turned to him, his arms instinctively encircling your waist. “Hard tea please.”

“I gotta go to the trailer for that, and get the variety hour table over there a drink. I’ll try to be quick.”

“Don’t rush, but remember, you owe me a dance.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He grinned goofily, his attention solely yours until he felt your girls draping themselves over him.

“Can you get us some too Zeke? Thanks.” “Preciate it Z.”

You giggled pushing them off him, but you knew he didn’t mind. You guys were a package deal and he’d take whatever you came with. At least their requests came with pleasantries.

“Sure ladies, not a problem. Don’t let anyone take her while I’m gone.”

They laughed, giving affirmative replies while you rolled your eyes pushed him towards the side door.

Once he began his drink fulfillment quest, it was like every brother wanted something from him. It was a full house that night and he should’ve known once he was no longer under Angel’s break protection, he was back to errand boy status.

Every task he completed was met with teasing about how his rushed pace clearly pointed to him wanting to get back to you. He didn’t argue the fact, just moved faster every time you were mentioned.

Finally, he was able to to focus on your request when he stopped being flagged down.

He was heading to the trailer when one of your friends stopped him.

“One of the other charter’s guys is annoying our girl. She doesn’t wanna make a fuss cause’..you know.” She gestured to his vest to signify his prospect status. “But I know she’s not feeling it.”

He could feel the the muscles in his jaw flex in anger, feet carrying him across the crowded yard. People moved before he could plow through them, which was just as well, because he wasn’t fully in control at that point, and didn’t think he could slow down enough to sidestep them.

The clubhouse had filled considerably since his absence. He scanned the room for you, finding you in a crowd of moving bodies. Your friend was right, you had a good poker face, but your man knew you.

He didn’t waste time physically separating you from the Yuma patch member. He gently put you behind his person, feeling your small hands press against his back through his vest.

“I’m good baby. He agreed this was the last dance.” Your voice belied your annoyance despite your words.

“I’m guessing he said that more than once.”

“I don’t mind, I know clu-“

Yuma interrupted you. “See, she doesn’t mind. Go find something to do with yourself prospect.”

“I’ve got a project in mind.” EZ pushed you back a little more to give himself room to work with.

“Be smart bare vest.” Yuma smirked, his eyes saying how much he’d love for EZ to make the mistake he was thinking about.

In the span of the next few seconds, Yuma’s vest and shirt was covered in beer and Coco had appeared at the same time. If the obvious way he was holding the bottle didn’t give away he did it on purpose, his dry “my bad” and shrug did.

Yuma swung on Coco who anticipated it and dodged it, before firing back with a successful punch of his own. A sea of Mayans of mixed charter filled the space and EZ quickly pushed you behind the bar before he lost you in the shuffle.

Understanding what Coco had done, he got in the middle to give the Yuma patch what he’d been asking for while he was covered by the chaos.

It didn’t last long before the presidents stepped in, but it didn’t have to. He was happy to take the few licks he’d received, because he was pretty sure he’d broken Yuma patch’s nose, and would get away with it.

His brother’s words against theirs, and the presidents didn’t feel the need to make it a drawn out issue. He pretended to have played bouncer instead of active participant, and it all ended with a basic chewing out.

His only thoughts were of you once his rage had subsided, and he could think clearly again. Had he scared off you and your friends? Embarrassed you?

He was happy to find that hadn’t. Your friends couldn’t help but fawn over him and how “perfect for you” he was. He especially enjoyed reveling in the jealousy of Coco, Angel, Gilly, and Creeper. Coco slightly less salty when he got praise for his efforts.

He got his admiration from you later when you patched him up in the trailer, soft voice telling him how sexy he looked to you, and how you appreciated him thinking of you in his position. You held his face and gently went over everything you could find, while he said on his makeshift bed content to let you.

He couldn’t stop grinning, the one that always got him mercilessly mocked because it was now associated with him thinking of you.

“Seriously EZ,” you dabbed at the final cut you hadn’t attended to. “Thank you.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, it’s only fair if you can accept all this shit.”

You grinned down at him, hair framing your face, and he had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. “I do, all the time.”

He cupped the side of your face, unwilling to fight the urge to kiss you any longer.

You laughed speaking between kisses. “I’m not done.”

“It’s ok, I’m good.” He chased your lips, unashamed to want you so badly.

“Ok,” you returned his kisses, your fingers dancing down the nape of his neck. “But I’d like to cash in that dance you owe me…you know, before we get too busy.”

He rose to full height, hands finding both of yours. “I can do that.”

AN:

I don’t speak Spanish, so if I made a mistake feel free to hop in my messages and let me know and how to fix it please. You’re more than welcome to.

1.) I remember seeing a meme vid about this years ago, and finding it hilarious. I could see this happening with these dudes and their personalities. That, and I just really wanted a lil southern culture in a Mayans drabble. 🤷🏾‍♀️

2.) I did a rewatch of the whole series (including the original), and I’m back on the obsession train. Just tryna to be happy before S4 kicks my shit in.

3.) I kept telling myself I wouldn’t end up writing for these fools and here I am in my Ringling Bros. best🤡.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #Coco Cruz #Coco Cruz x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes #reader insert

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katsumox · 3 years

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southern bnha boys: rodeo<3

it's what it says in the title, sweets,, just bnha boys as rodeo boys. i miss watching rodeo invitationals and parties :(

note: a buckle bunny is a person who hangs around rodeo guys because they’re hot and they win a lot :)

warnings: cussing, one (1) mention of beer, general southern headassery.

including: katsuki, izuku, hitoshi, and eijirou<3

KATSUKI BAKUGOU— the south’s biggest rodeo brat.

hell of a bull rider. it’s his claim to fame, really. disrespectfully respectful?? he’s the type to roll his eyes at elders yet still say “yes ma’am” and “no sir” to them, but he slurs his words so it’s more like “yes’m”. he also says that when you’re super mad at him, that’s how you know he’s sorry. also opens doors for old ladies and limits his extensive cursing in front of them, except for the word “damn”,,, that’s a permanent word in his lexicon.

has a big ass drawl in his speech, and it’s really hot. all phrases like, “ that’s my girl,” or “there we are, good girl” also calls you “sweets” and other shit when you do something correctly with him. thinks hell will freeze over before he wears shirts in summer. the best your getting out of him is an open flannel rolled up to his forearms. he works on souping up trucks for the ranch occasionally,, is really mean about the fact that you eat honeysuckle off the ranch grounds because it’s “dirty”,,,bitch,,, it’s nectar?? tf??

hell of a handshake,, the kind that makes fathers smirk and go “that’s a good man” when he’s done. has a small amount of buckle bunnies,,, it’s not because he sucks at rodeo shit, he’s just mean as hell. thinks of you as his lucky charm. you gotta kiss him hard before he saddles up or else he literally will not compete. he’s literally dropped out of a competition because you didn’t kiss him. also likes ranch parties so he can put his hands on your hips as you show him to line dance. pulls you by your belt loop when he wants to go somewhere.

IZUKU MIDORIYA— stable boy at the local ranch during summers.

the sweetest boy you’d ever meet, but he’ll go to war for his mama. very much a mama’s boy; still calls her ma/mama and everything. beat the actual tar out of a cowhand when he heard him say something disrespectful about his mother. lake swimmer. do i need to explain? bc,,, ew. also has a huge habit of saying yes ma’am to ya when you ask for something. known for wearing a wifebeater and some wrangler jeans to work every day throughout the summer.

your mother thinks he'd make a good husband, and she's right. he's sweet, and considerate; he knows his way around a ranch and how to do chores at home. the perfect househusband material in all honesty. quite fond of sneaking sweets to you while he's supposed to be tending to the dogs, yet never seems to get caught. he suspects it's because hitoshi ain't a snitch. also says "i reckon" far to often for my liking, but oh well. that's country boy language.

handshake is kinda weak, tbh. he’s not confident in it, and you can tell, but he grows into it eventually. he’s a huge help around the ranch because he’s fast and the dogs listen to him very well. is a calf roper in rodeo events, one of the best, but wants to start bull or bronco riding. he’d have more buckle bunnies if he were more popular around the ranch, but he just kinda does his job and then hangs around you or the rodeo legacy kids (todoroki and denki)

HITOSHI SHINSOU— the buckle bunnies’ favorite.

like katsuki, a rodeo boy. he’s good at it too. has way more groupies because he’s a bit nicer than kat. known as the playboy around town, but is generally a sweet kid. has a habit of calling you “little girl” no matter if you’re older than him or not. he’s a bronco rider, one of the best around, and wears his winning belt buckles around all the time. not to gloat, it just he genuinely only has prize belt buckles jakskdld. pull him by it and he’ll lose his damn mind.

got you a promise ring with his prize money so that "it'll keep your finger ready for the real one". he's dead set on marrying you. he likes seeing you steal his belts because everyone knows it's his, and by proxy, you're his. makes fun of the way that you don't really care for farm animals, save for the dogs and a few horses. lets you take one out on his break, his large hand up on your lower hip, guiding you and the horse on a slow walk.

also fond of only flannels in the summer, and honestly year round. he’s not very fond is shirts in general. doesn’t like sweet tea, and also isn’t very fond of any jeans that aren’t cavender jeans. he swears up and down that they aren’t as good quality as levi’s or wranglers. takes you night driving on dirt roads and lets you put your feet on his dash. he doesn't do that for everyone.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA— the south’s knight in shinin’ armor.

chucks your chin a lot, and lets you wear his hat. herding dogs listen to him more than izuku, but only by a little bit. and goes shirtless while working,, almost always, unless he’s fixing a truck with katsuki. then he’ll wear an oil stained white wifebeater. he’s a steer wrestler. it makes sense because he’s so tall and bulky, like a damned brick wall. mothers also consider him marriage material; he's good around the house, he's practical and very respectful.

he has a pretty drawl, like katsuki, when he talks. he isn’t much of a fighter but he will gladly kick ass if someone’s speaking on your name unkindly. nickname around town is "big red" for obvious reasons, and he makes sure to live up to the name. also very adamant on only wearing levi’s to work?? he’s very particular about his work clothes.

has a fixation on calling you his little lady. every time he wins he takes you out to a diner to celebrate, and once, he saved up money to buy you a bracelet with his prize money. also fond of ranch parties where he can drink apple cider and dance with you. he also got permission to drink one (1) coors light with the rest of boys when he's 19 and he takes advantage of that opportunity whenever he can, because parties aren’t often.

taglist:

@smexy-goose @angiebug101 @vanteyves @quincywrites @katsumiiii @mypimpademia @1-800-s1mping @koishiguro @tododekukisses @sobaluvr @silkylious

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x you #bakugou headcanons #izuku x poc!reader #deku x reader #deku x you #shinsou x you #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #kirishima headcanon #kirishima x you #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima x black reader

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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Companions reacting to the couriers birthday

Thanks for the lighthearted one, anon, lately I've been getting some super plot-heavy, game mechanics-heavy or just plain heavy requests, so a birthday is just what the doctor ordered 🎂 Also a happy birthday to @profess0rjam!

The courier had been acting a little strange. They slept in for once, something that had hardly happened since the mess at the dam. They seemed like they weren't paying attention to anything around them, even though Freeside was in rare form that day with caravan traders, pickpockets and children hunting rats all over the place. It wasn't until the courier tripped over a crate of barrel cactus fruit outside a farmer's trading stand and had to apologize by buying all of the bruised produce that their companion finally turned a questioning eye on them.

The courier looked down at the armful of fruit they had acquired and sighed. "Remember when we went through Primm last month? I stopped in at the Mojave Express branch there, and Johnson told me he got those records in from the Hub. Most of it was stuff I already knew- height, weight, eye color, hair color, shoe size for some reason... but they also had my birth date. It's today."

Arcade Gannon: "Whoa." Arcade straightened his glasses. "Uh... happy birthday. How do you feel?"

The courier looked from side to side and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel any different. Is that normal?"

"Um... yeah?" Arcade chuckled nervously. "I mean, you know you're a year older, but it's not like a switch gets turned on or off. You were still getting older even when you didn't know when your birthday was, Six."

"Yeah, but now it's... marked," the courier replied, wrinkling their nose. "Like when Mr. New Vegas talks about me on the radio. I feel weirder about his news bulletins than I do while I'm actually out doing the things he reports on."

"Well, you're alone on that one, Six," Arcade said with a hint of jealousy in his voice. "Not everyone can attract that DJ's attention the way you do. Then again, if I ever wind up on the radio, it probably won't be good news for me."

He patted the courier on the shoulder reassuringly. "Come on. Let's get rid of the cacti fruit and head to the Atomic Wrangler to celebrate. I'll buy you a drink."

Craig Boone: "Did their records tell you anything else?" Boone asked.

"Uh... no," the courier replied. "Well, a couple of things, actually. They kept track of most of my trips when they first hired me. I've been all over the place, apparently: Circle Junction, Fort Abandon, around the Big Circle a few times, even Utah. They also wrote down that I refused to tell them where I came from, so no new info there."

"Mmm-hm." Boone frowned. "It's a start, for sure. Maybe you can retrace your steps, someday."

"Yeah." The courier picked a piece of fruit and held it up, inspecting its color. "We should do something fun tonight. Celebrate."

Boone cracked a rare smile. "For your birthday? Sure."

"Want to go see a show at the Tops with me? I think the Lonesome Drifter is playing the Aces again. Maybe we can catch him after for a drink, ask him about his travels."

Boone moved to accept a few of the cactus fruit and lighten their load. "Sounds good to me."

Lily Bowen: "Well isn't that just grand," Lily said with a smile. "How old are you turning, dearie?"

The courier made a face and giggled. "How old are you, Lily?"

"A lady never reveals her age," Lily answered primly. "Point taken, pumpkin. You should walk that fruit home to the icebox while Grandma gets going on her shopping list."

"Shopping list?"

Lily nodded. "Of course. Flour, eggs, butter, sugar, and a few other things."

The courier gave her a sly look. "What are you up to, Lily?"

"It's your birthday, dearie!" Lily replied, seizing them and the fruit they were carrying in a hug. "We have to bake a cake!"

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul grinned. "Feliz cumpleaños, Six. Happy birthday."

The courier looked back at him with frustrated helplessness in their eyes. "What am I supposed to do with that information? What do people do for their birthdays?"

"Well, it's a bit different now than it used to be," Raul answered, scratching his bald head. "But back in my day, we threw a little party if we had the time and money. Some years were better than others, and some were bigger milestones. In my experience, once you got past 18 there wasn't much left to celebrate except staying alive for another year. Or if you were en los Estados Unidos, 21."

"Okay." The courier nodded, then kept nodding. "Okay. Can you do me a favor?"

"Sí."

They dumped the armful of fruit into his hands. "Take those to the Old Mormon Fort and pass them out to anyone who looks hungry. I need to track down some friends and see what they're doing tonight."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "It's your birthday?!?" Cass was positively beaming. "Well shit, Six. Could've told me sooner, and I'd have planned some kind of surprise."

"Eh-heh." The courier looked sheepish. "That's what I was afraid of."

"What?" Cass put her hands on her hips. "I didn't think my surprises were that bad."

"No, no, it's not that," the courier reassured her. "It's me. You know what I do, what I've been up to. I wasn't sure I'd... I have a lot of enemies, Cass!"

"Ohhhhh, I get it." Cass threw an arm around their shoulder and steered them through the Freeside marketplace. "You weren't sure you'd make it to today, so you didn't say anything. Gotcha."

"And I'd feel like crap if I told you my birthday was coming up, and then I bit the dust after you'd already bought me a present or something," the courier added.

"Pffft." Cass waved their concerns away. "I'd just give that present to myself, then. Don't let the ones gunning for you dictate how you live your life, Six. Now come on, let's pick out something new and shiny for your gun cabinet up in the Lucky 38. My treat."

Veronica Santangelo: "Six!" Veronica squealed and did a little dance. "Happy birthday! Oh my goodness, there's so much to do, we need to round everybody up, we need to go book a table at the Gourmand, we need to-"

She stopped when she caught the courier biting their lip. "Orrrr we could not do any of that. Whatever you like, it's your birthday."

"Can we just... I don't know." The courier shuffled their feet in the dust. "My life has been kind of crazy lately, and the people on the Strip won't leave me alone if I show my face in one of the casinos. I went up to the cocktail lounge in the Lucky 38 last night and pushed some tables together. I think we can fit everyone, even if the Securitrons will have to squeeze around us to serve drinks."

Veronica's smile returned. "Okay. Yeah, that'll work. But I don't know what kind of food House has in his pantry, nowadays."

The courier answered by holding the cactus fruit up. "This'll help."

"That's not nearly enough." Veronica looked around the marketplace. "Stay put. I'm going to go find some of those kids chasing rats. They'll probably help us carry some groceries back to the Lucky 38 for a few caps."

ED-E: The courier's eyebot bobbed and beeped quizzically, as if unfamiliar with the term.

"Um, how do I..." The courier wracked their brains. "Today is the anniversary of my... creation. My assembly."

ED-E blipped a few times in quick succession, surprised.

"No, no, that's not- no." The courier shook their head. "How do you know what that is, but not understand what a birthday is? Today is the day I came out of my mom, ED-E."

The eyebot blatted understanding and disgust, as if displeased with the mechanics of biology. The courier laughed. "Well, that's what it is. Yes, I know, humans are strange, and no, I don't know why it's important. It just is. Come on, let's go hand these out to those kids we saw earlier."

Rex: Rex cocked his head to the side, tongue lolling happily. A cactus fruit escaped the courier's arms and fell to the ground, but the cyberdog gently picked it up again and offered it to his companion.

The courier smiled down at him. "Thanks, Rex. Let's go see if the King has any more refugees in need of a meal."

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goofyhoffy · 3 years

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Genre: romcom

Word count : 3.4 k

Warnings : fluffy, swearing, angst, anxiety attack, smut, kinky, abusive language, mention of hickey, sexual harassment, yandere, love, sex, romance, licking, bullying, misunderstanding, one shot, rudeness, humiliation.

Summary: Gone for the last fairwell party where you meet the nerd kid Jeon Jungkook. The rudest boy who hates the popular kid like you. But then something changed and make you fall for him.

Author note: smoky fanfic for some smoky peeps . Share your opinions.

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"You're not going to attend the fairwell party, _____" your mother said. Tonight there is your first year fairwell party at the restaurant. Everyone is already so excited and planned about tonight. But your heartless abusive mother detains you from going.

"Why, that's so cruel. It's my first college fairwell. Everyone will be there. Let me go." You gasped at your mother. She with her eyes wide open signed you to stop your mouth.

"Be at your room till I come back from our ladies get to together. I'll be late, so close all the door. And be at your room. Don't think of going anywhere. Understood." Your mother shouted and leave the house for the party.

You close the door and shouted at the top of your lungs. You're so annoyed that your abusive mother never let you go anywhere. She's so mean that she goes everywhere without letting you go. But you also know your tricks to go there. You know the fairwell party gonna be lit with kids on the bars and restaurant all around. As early as your mom leaves you dressed up in your short silk black dress with your long curly hairs open. Match up with some smokey eyes and pencil heels. Afterall you're the most popular kid there, so you have to go there. But you never want to go cause the people around there are so mean and a bully to others.

Though you never get bullied but you felt bad for others. The better you know that the college guys are the meanest and cruelest. You're also so soft hearted that you fear of speaking up for them. Only for this reason you keep hating other and never went to any of the colleges parties. Even everyone insisted you so much. But today there is a sudden urge to attain the party. Because of your bestie since birth. Because of him you're going to the party. The season last party. Your guts are telling you that something big is gonna be happen with you. Something fun gonna be happen.

You waited at the front door for your bestie to pick you up. You checked the time it's already 9 pm and you need to came back by 2 am or else your mother gonna kill your ass of. It's drizzling outside , soft rains are always your favorite but today you don't have the time to appreciate the nature beauty. But you have to kill the party the fullest. You were just waiting.

"Babyygirl, come on! Get inside this beast." Suga shouted at the high pitch. You glad to see your bestie after waiting for them so long. He along with some other guys ride in a black open Jeep Wrangler. You got astonished to see the big Jeep. You walk upon the Jeep and gulped.

"We're going in this?" You questioned.

"Yes baby, now don't waste your time. And get your ass on this." Suga giggled. You get on that open Jeep. Suga helped you too. The Jeep started and all your hair dances in the air. The moonlight along with drizzling cloud make the sky look beautiful. You're feeling so alluring the whole journey.

When you stepped inside the restaurant, it was nothing like that. It's filled with smoke and known people faces. Kids are drinking , smoking , dancing and making out. As soon as you step in, the focus shifted to you. Everyone started to making cheers, noise with your name. Some people said "look ___ is looking damn hot." "Her ass! I can die for" "can I fuck her only for today" "she wear this dress to show her big cleavage." And some girls there bitching "why this slut is here?" "God! I thought she died. Now who gonna see me." "I need to cover my boyfriends eyes, or else this whore gonna seduce him." Everyone is just objectifying you. Only for this reasons you hate to attain any party. All of them only gonna blame or body shames you.

Hearing all of this you squeezed Suga's hand in shame and murmured "Suga can I go home. This place is not for me." He instantly feels that you're feeling uncomfortable. He grapped your hand and shouted "hey people, look! If anyone gonna open their mouth to spite any bad words to ____. I'm gonna make their college life a hell. So shut the fuck up." Suddenly everyone looks downwards and keep on doing their things. Afterall Suga have hype on the college because he's the captain of the basketball and all of the college kids are afraid of him. This is the perks of having a scary bestie.

"Thanks. Today I'm not gonna interrupt you more. So, now you can have fun. I will also find someone to have fun." You sighed to Suga.

"Shut your thanks, babygirl. I'm always here for you only. If anything happens you can just call me. I will be here around." He said and walked inside the bar.

Being a popular and good looking girl isn't a great thing. People only notice the worst side of you. You're thinking only this things and make your way to the near by open area on that Place. There's no one. Only you and your loneliness appreciating the cloudy night weather. Even though you have Suga as your bestie, he also can't always look after you. Apart from him, no one was there as your friends. As you interact really less.

Standing there for so long your eyes trail down to a huge postures sitting down the couch. Black leather jacket, high black boots, smokey black eyes, dark gelled hair with tattooed neck a boy was sitting at the couch. You side eyed at him for a better view. He was drawing something. You peek into the painting you saw it was the soothing sky he was drawing. You again trail your eyes to his full muscular body. But you were unable to see his face as he head downs to draw. You just want to look at his face.

For quite a long there, he said nothing to you. As only both of you're there you thought of asking him. "It's looking like you're painting this beautiful sky." You asked. The boy looked up to your face. His dark glowing eyes look straight into you. It was a known face too. His baby face isn't matching his devil body postures. You mesmerized to his beauty. You tell you heart you know him, but never noticed him. He was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. The nerd kid who always sits at the last bench but tops the class. Who never spokes to anyone. Who's always so lonely when noticed.

"Yeah. I guess you have eyes." Jungkook scoff. But one thing more he's the rudest. Never in his life he talks to anyone in the straight face. Because of that he never have friends. You rolled your eyes.

"I also have mouth but I guess it's best to shut. People are so mean here." You said.

"Huh! Afterall meanest than me. I'm the one who haven't talk about your tits and ass in the whole room here." Jungkook smirked

"Better for you to not open your mouth. I'm only trying to start a conversation with you politely. But you -" Jungkook intrepputed you.

"Yes, I'm the one who shut your bullying mouth. You popular kids always thought we nerds are piece of shit. But we aren't. We aren't even not care for you to answer back. But see today I did." Jungkook again smirked.

"What? I never bullied anyone. Actually you're mad or anything to start a verbal fight here. Do your shitty work, you're good to be alone. Now, I got it why no ones talk to you." You chuckled devilishly.

"I don't make fake friends like you or I say friends with benefits. Huh!" Jungkook giggled.

"Friends with benefits? What do you mean. You totally ruined my mood. Just fuck your life with this shitty attitude you fucking nerd. I'm good to go." You shouted at him and walks towards the bar.

But suddenly, Jungkook dropped all his drawing book at the floor and runs towards you and grapped you wrist from the back.

"What do you think? Where you're going? " Jungkook said.

You got confused by his actions. "Wait. Why the fuck you touched me? Get off me." You screamed at him. And he instantly released your hand from his grip.

"Cool, using women card huh. See you soon babe." Jungkook smirked turns to devilishly chuckled. You just get off from there.

Soon you go inside the bar. Asked the bartender to give you some cocktail. He handed over to you. You sit beside a group of creepy men who were keep staring at your thighs. You were getting super uncomfortable because of that. They're laughing, talking shit about you and your dress. But the limit crossed when one of guys handed over a page to you.

'One night stand! Money as much as you want.' Your blood started to rush over those guys.

You just want to slap them in the face. You hate how the whole fairwell night is turning into a nightmare for you. You never want to come here. You're cussing Suga for insisting you to come.

You grumbled the paper and through it on there faces. But then one of the guys started to touching you inappropriately around your thighs. You don't know what to do. Your anxiety level is getting on peak. All the men covered you and started touching you inappropriately. Out of fear you just sit like a piece of stone.

But then only Jungkook shouted at the group of men around you. His muscular body fitted his leather jacket perfectly. "You creeps, just get off from her."

One of them says "who is she? Your si-" Jungkook intrepputed them.

"Yeah, she's my fucking friend. Get off from her." And he grapped your hand and take you aside.

"Just kept your fucking dicks in your pants. If I ever see anyone of you to humiliating any girl. I will cut your penis off. Understood. Fuck off now." He shouted at them. And all of them just leaves the bar.

You're still in a sense of shock. You never believed this happens with you. Room full of air-conditioned but still you're sweating like crazy. You got your first anxiety attack after certain long. Your hand are trembling and tears down to your eyes. You still sense less what's going on.

"You're okay?" Jungkook asked with his baby voice.

You didn't answer anything. You just hugged Jungkook so hard. Nothing in your mind just you hugging him to get some heat and strength. Tears rolled down your eyes stopped to get his presence. He hugged you back and patted your back smoothly. Slowly the terror lives you.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. You're save." He said.

"I'm here to get your back. Calm down. Your makeup gonna ruin." He scoffs.

"Keep your mouth open. Or else i- " you cut him off.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You gasped.

"Want to have some fresh air outside?" He asked.

"Let's go. I can't breathe here anymore." I sighed. I grapped his wrist and fetch him to outside.

It was storming outside and slow winds crossing over my face. It felt so soothing to go outside and breathe some fresh air. I looked at Jungkook and felt so guilty for misunderstanding him earlier. His baby face just melts my heart. He's a purely the kindest and most helpful. I still regret why I never talked to him on the first hand. Well, I always have an eye on him for his tonned body. But the behavior always drive me crazy. The way he looked when he was angry at them. His veins hands with silver rings. And those messy dark hair sooths my heart. I once again fall for his kindness, generosity and smartness.

"Thanks but sorry." You looked at him.

He gazed at me "nothing to thanks me but take care of yourself. A girl should keep her mouth open for herself. Never depend on anyone else other than yourself. You're your own security. Understood."

"Your words are always so deep. But again sorry." You apologized

"Well, I'm sorry too for being rude. I don't mean to but -" you cut him off.

"But nothing. Just end those shitty things. I really liked how you saved me. I promise that from now onwards I will take care of myself." And you smiled at him.

He caressed my cheeks and smiled too. "I always thought you're mean but I was wrong. You're such a sweetheart."

"I know, people assume mean things about me. But at my surprise you're too a darling. But your words are full of sarcasm just like you." You said.

He giggled at my words. Then you gazed at his eyes and caress his dark long hairs which was covering his baby face. You touched his hairs. You feel a sudden arousal to find him. He was different and amazing. You realized he have something you are finding since a long. He get stumble too with your touch. He felt like he got goosebumps to your touch. You both keep staring to each others eyes for so long.

But then Jungkook broke it and scoff "your touch gives me goosebumps. Don't be so touchy or else something wrong gonna happen." And you giggled hard at him.

"Okay, I'll give you space." You scoffs.

As you both walk down to a group of boys having tons of beer. The whole area beside them smells like alcohol. You felt like trying some alcohol.

"Want to try some beer?" You asked him.

"Sure. Let's compete who can have more alcohol in their blood tonight." Jungkook smirked to me.

You both took one can of beer and gulped it at one shot. It was so refreshing and taste weird. But alcohol are meant to be tasteless. Jungkook goes for another one and so do you. You both keep on finishing the beer cans one by one. You're so into the competition that both of you crossed all the limits. Just drinking and laughing. After having enough can beer you were just pretending that you're drinking. But you were fully drunk. The alcohol is all over your body. Your dress got drenched with beer. On the other hand, Jungkook keep on going with the beer. Drinking and drinking but not stopping. He's the actual nerd kid who have a super big competitive ass in anything.

"Stop you dick. I can't drink anymore. You win. Cool!" You screamed in annoyance.

"Winner. Yeah. I knew it. No one can win from me." Jungkook yelled.

You made a annoyance face and said "look at my dress, alcohol is all over my body. It's drenched me. I smell like alcohol."

"Are you telling me to lick the beer from your body! Huh?" Jungkook grinned. He's totally drunk. He lost all his senses and so do you. Both are drunk and alone.

"Would you lick me if I say! Huh?" You giggled.

"Just say and I will lick you all up from head to toe baby." He smirked. And walk up to you and licked your neck.

"Stop it. I'll clean it myself." you pushed him kiddingly and ran towards the washroom to clean all the mess up.

At the water basin, you got some tissues and clean all the mess. From neck to your torso where all the beer spilled. But there also Jungkook followed you from the back.

You suddenly feel someone touched your back. You looked back and realized Jungkook is hugging you from behind. Locking your hands and softly kissing your ears. His warm huge body fits you finely. The alcohol fragrance along with his cologne smells it's so sexy. You don't want to leave him and not either tried to get out of his grip. He makes you so comfortable with his body all over you. That's feels so calming and horny. You want him to eat you.

"I said I'll lick you clean. You don't need to clean yourself." Jungkook softly said.

He then smoothly take your open hair aside and kissed your neck. It's feels like you're the last person to eat in this planet. He spins you and now you're facing him. He's so close to your face, you can feel his hot alcoholic breath on your face. He kissed you again all over your neck and beyond leaving some purple marks on your fine white body.

"Don't you want to clean by me! Huh?" Jungkook smirked.

"I-I yes, I want." You said in a shaky voice.

He hovered over you with his lips. Licking neck to chin and then he stopped. He looked into your deep pale eyes. You meet his eyes. His eyes speaking that he will made you watch the heavenly stars today. Without any second thought he kissed you in lips. You deepens the kiss with your tongue into him. His pink juicy lips taste so fine. He bit you on your upper lips which make it more loving. Then his one hand goes under my dress while the other is still there to deepens your lips. You put your hands on his long dark gelled hair. You both are caressing each other. Deep moans under Neath the breath was changed. Before going out of breath you broke the kiss and you both breathed so heavily.

He lifted you on the top of the water basin of the washroom and touched your inner thigh. A little moans let out from your mouth. His cold long fingers when touched your warm fizzy thighs it's giving you thrills. You spread your long legs further directing him to devour you inside. The hot make out already make you so wet that you can't resist. He pulled the hem of your dress and looks at the most beautiful site at that time. His eyes were glowing to meet with your small pussy.

"You want?" Jungkook asked me before putting his hands further.

"I want you to fuck me. Made me see the stars tonight." You softly screamed.

Jungkook getting the signal to proceed he touched your wet pussy over the panties. But the panties are already drenched of your cum. He gulped and smirked leaving your panty at the floor. He tilted you aside and thrust two of his finger inside of you. His cold veiny long fingers when get inside you, it gives you thrills. You moan his name. He gently thrust each of the finger inward. You already can see the stars.

"Jun-Jungkook!" You moans

"You want more?" Jungkook asked.

"Jun-Jungkook. Yeah. I want you to be inside." You screamed in pleasure.

He gently keeps on going with his fingers all the way. You lift up and you can see the budge on Jungkook jeans. You unlock his belt and put his jeans off. His big member is already waiting for you. Your eyes glowed up to see his big huge dick. You stroke it and it's already having a Boner. Jungkook stops and looked at your eyes.

"Are you sure that you can take my member inside you! Huh?" He smirked.

"Can't wait more to have you inside me. I want your fucking dick to tear my fragile pussy." You growned.

"Then let's just fuck you, ______" Jungkook moans.

You spread your legs further and he put his tip of the cock inside you. He's teasing you but then you thrust him in. His huge cock perfectly fits your pussy. He started to thrust fast and fast. He's moaning your name at high pitch. And you want him more and more. His hips are thrusting hard into you. You see all the colours of the stars. Jungkook made you realize the pleasure. It's get so heated that at last he thrust your g spot. You feel relieved.

"I'm going to cum, Kook." You said.

"I want you to cum on my fucking dick!" He exclaimed.

You cumed in his dick and all over his shirt. Your white liquid is all over the place. He smirked and gently took you off the water basin.

"Did I licked you well, ____?" Jungkook murmured.

"Yeah, I want you to lick me every day, Jungkook." You said softly.

He gently put your clothes on and you wear them. He also did the same. And he kissed your forehead and patted with love.

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purplehanfu · 2 years

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Decreed by Fate: Episode 1

notes: Spoilers! Master list of all recaps On to Ep 2, why not?

I guess it's inevitable- if you watch enough crappy dramas, you're bound to find one where all the leads are from other crappy dramas you've written crappy little reviews for. Philosophers might call that causal determinism but I prefer to think of it as fate.

The gang's all here!

Princess Ye Rong, Zhang Fei the orphaned nominal princess who has little interest in marriage but all the time in the world for martial arts. She's unsupervised, uncouth and uninterested in love and as such is destined to be fought over by two hot guys for all 16 episodes of this drama. Played by Chen Fang Tong who was the Annoying Maid in Jun Jiuling.

Fang Xian Xun the martial arts master who has recently returned to the capital. His personality and interests were custom made for our leading lady, so he will obvs be offered up on the altar of 2nd male lead syndrome. Played by Wu Cheng Xu who we last saw as Fang Dong the ghost apologist in Hot Blooded Detective; he was also a standout as Xu Feng in The Long Ballad.

Rounding out our love triangle, the Marquis Jing'An, General Yin Sishen: capable general, talented musician and the most eligible man in town. Played by Li Jiulin who was the execrable Congwen in the execrable Time Flies and You Are Here.

Sell it to me

So, will there be gratuitous fan service that objectifies makes me appreciate all the gym time put in by these fine male actors? Oh you know it! But what does this drama have to offer us in terms of story?

somewhere a wig wrangler is crying

We meet Ye Rong as she is serving justice out on the streets, saving a young bride from an abusive older groom. Fang Xian Xun shows up for the assist, but he is mostly there to be amused by Ye Rong's antics.

Impressed with his martial arts, she buys him a drink. Their meet cute is cut short when her estate manager shows up looking for her. Fang Xian Xun laughs as she scampers off- he is smitten.

The estate manager has set up a meeting with a potential marriage candidate, so our Princess decides to meet the would-be suitor at Jiaofang, a brothel known for its male courtesans. This will not only drive off the suitor, it will torpedo her reputation, ensuring that she can stay single.

But alas, the brothel is empty. Why? Because General Yin Sishen is a diva who won't bathe in a public bathhouse. Why he decides to clear out and then use the facilities at Jiaofang and not his own home is a question that I feel bears scrutiny. Also the brothel manager knows that the general likes pine scented soap, so draw your own conclusions about how often he visits this place (or take it as a fanfic prompt).

As dictated by the incontrovertible laws of dramas, our female lead accidentally gets an eyeful of our male lead while he's in the bath. She even does one better, getting in a quick grope before propositioning him: she'll pay handsomely if he pretends to be familiar with her during her lunch date. Clearly she thinks he's an employee, not some random general just taking a bath there. He flatly refuses.

The date is a disaster. No matter how rude Ye Rong acts, the creeper doesn't take offense.

She's wondering what her next move is when she hears Yin Sishen playing the qin (he's awfully familiar with the layout of this place- just saying).

He's decided to help her out, and how- "You once swore by my pillow to grow old together with me" and "All these years coming to Jiaofang every night, over 30 musicians have all served you, but I'm your favorite".

The potential suitor does not appreciate being fed all this dog food and leaves in disgust. Mission accomplished. But marriage is not so easily avoided in a historical costume drama- we have to get our leads together by the end of the episode. How will we do it? Easy. The answer is, as always, lazy scriptwriting. The emperor decrees a marriage between these two. Convenient!

Final Thoughts

At 16 episodes it’s mercifully short and while this drama is light on plot and done on a dime at least all the leads have decent chemistry so if comedic love triangles are your thing this might be worth a watch. It's not like we're spoiled for choice with costume dramas at the moment, amirite?

Master list of all recaps /// On to Episode 2

#Decreed by Fate #li jiulin #wu cheng xu #chen fang tong #just the first episode

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shesinshambles · 2 years

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Ghosts in the Ministry

These HCs are for a fic I’m writing:

It’s no surprise that the Emeritus bloodline was built on a lot of violence and bloodshed, and generations of ritual sacrifices, deadly affairs, and convenient deaths have left the ministry with a bit of a haunting problem

They are angry, vengeful, anguished, and they can even be helpful if you’re open to them. Unfortunately they don’t have a great reputation so most of the clergy and siblings of sin fear them greatly and do everything they can to avoid them.

Although some can see them, the ghosts mostly manifest as energies. They’re that bone aching chill that creeps in, the shadows that flit about from the corner of your eye

Special is of a few that can see the spirits, and not being afraid, he’s informally been appointed the official spirit wrangler, making sure they don’t do too much damage around the ministry.

While wards have been casted on the doors to the catacombs, they pretty much roam free. They’re everywhere, and they see everything

Because of this, they have acted almost as unwilling guides to the papas. They have no love for the Emeritus bloodline and they aren’t afraid to voice their opinions when they disagree with a Papa’s choices

They despised Nihil for his spinelessness. They respected Primo because he showed them great reverence and ran things rather diplomatically. Secondo has known the spirits to be quite vicious, so he leaves them well alone. And noticing a gentleness in him since childhood, they cherished Terzo

The most violent spirit is surprisingly the one that loves Terzo the most. She is commonly known as the dark lady, but her name is Brigid and she was murdered during Nihil’s reign.

Brigid first met Terzo when he was very little. Having wandered off, he’d managed to get himself locked in the catacombs. She soothed him until a very worried and startled Secondo found him and brought him home. They’ve been friends ever since and while Secondo hates it, he appreciates that the spirits see hope in his little brother that he himself failed to give

I could probably say a lot more about this but it's already pretty long so I'll end it there!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emiritus ii #special ghoul #papa nihil

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the end of the world ↠ jean kirstein

chapter five; the farmhouse

The group ended up having to sleep in the vehicles again for tonight. Eren and Jean asked for you and Mikasa to get off the RV since they'll be keeping watch on the new people.

"There isn't going to be enough space for all of us," Mikasa told Eren. "Weren't they fine in the Wrangler?"

Eren shook their head, "Too many doors and other exits, they could easily get out. I don't want any of them to hurt you guys and cause trouble."

"I want you all to sleep on the bus." You and Mikasa groaned at Jean's plan, knowing the bus would get crowded and none of you would get enough sleep. "Oh, don't give me those faces. Just for tonight! We just need some time to sort this shit out and if you guys are all together, we'll know you're safe. For tonight only, I promise."

"Okay fine, but that means you and Eren are on watch, right?" Jean and Eren nodded simultaneously and you scrunched your brows, "You didn't sleep last night either, are you sure you're fit enough to be on watch?"

Eren looked at Jean and realized he hasn't gotten sleep in a little over two days. "I could get Marco to get on the RV with me instead."

"Are you kidding? I'm perfectly fine!" Jean assured while swatting his hand. You, Eren and Mikasa glared at him, "Can you guys not? I don't want anyone else around them yet, we have no idea what they're capable of, so what's another night? I'd rather be in there instead of Marco or the others."

He did it. He managed to convince you three easily. That man really did have a way with words and could also back it up.

Before heading to the school bus, Jean pulled you aside in the gap between the RV and the bus. "Hi," he smiled.

God, that smile.

"You better get some sleep after tonight or else I'll be pissed," you threatened, although he laughed it off. "And stay safe for fuck's sake. You're already tired-"

"Huh? Who said I'm tired?" He bluffed so much. It was obvious he was, his eyebags had gotten bad and his face seemed slimmer, all signs of physical weakness. You raised your brows and were about to speak before he finally admitted it. "Okay, fine. I am. But it's for you guys. I wouldn't have if you guys weren't so special to me." He chuckled, "Fifteen-year-old me wouldn't have cared at all."

"You win, Kirstein. Just stay safe, got it?" He nodded. "And don't do anything stupid. I know there's that one guy that's just as provocative as you. Dan? I don't know, I forgot." Jean smiled and kept nodding as you kept rambling. "And the girl's already fucking terrified, just give her some time."

"Got it, ma'am." He placed both hands on your face and brought you closer than you already were, "You stay safe too."

He pulled you in and quickly kissed your lips before walking out of the gap. "Keep the doors locked," he said while walking backwards, "And don't keep too many windows opened, okay?"

You still needed a second to process the kiss so you kept nodding after every instruction he gave. "Sleep well, doll." You saw him enter the RV before you decided to head into the bus as well.

"Yo, Cat Lady!" Connie startled you as you were locking the inside of the bus, "What's with you and Jean, huh?" He elbowed your arm while raising his eyebrows like a dumbass.

"What do you think Baldie? Since you were stalking us last night." You elbowed him back and he laughed.

You two made your way to the back of the bus, where everyone was huddled up. You saw Armin using the polaroid camera and it made you genuinely smile. He was taking pictures of the rest of the group as they sat on the larger mattress. Connie ended up jumping onto all of them, completely photobombing the picture.

It printed out and Armin waved it around for the picture to become visible. You came next to him and saw the picture. It was so cute, your heart was warming up. Sasha, Mikasa and Avni were in the front while Marco was behind them, getting crushed by Connie.

You asked to get a better look and then started thinking it would look great on the bus somewhere. "Do any of you have tape? Or like something?"

Connie was lost at first but soon realized what you were thinking of. "Cat Lady, I don't think anyone has tape on them when it's literally the end of the world." The comment made everyone giggle, including you. "But, I think I probably have some pins somewhere."

"You have pins but you don't have tape?" Avni chuckled while Connie just stuck his tongue out. He soon came to realize he didn't have pins either, however, he still kept it at the front of the bus, right on the console.

"We'll just grab some tape on our next run," Armin suggested. "Or we can grab a board instead. It could be a little photo board."

The group thought it was a great idea, probably because it was the closest to times before this apocalypse.

Mikasa was right. It did get crowded on the bus considering there were two mattresses, a bunk, a couch and a table.

"Avni should sleep at the table because she's the smallest," Connie said out of nowhere.

"Woah, I'm generous but not that generous. Avni argued, "Plus, my back already hurts from carrying the group. I'm the coolest bitch here."

"You're not cool," Connie remarked. "Bro wait, did you guys see how she fought walkers with a fucking bat? You're fucking crazy Avni, not cool."

You and Sasha started laughing while Marco, Mikasa and Armin slightly giggled watching the two quarrel.

"She fought walkers with a bat?" Mikasa asked. You assumed she didn't get to see the second group get out of the church as she was the one driving the Ford. You nodded your head. "Damn, I might have to give it to her then. Using a bat while hundreds of walkers are surrounding the place is... Well, yeah crazy but cool too."

"I just impressed Mikasa, I win Baldie. I'm not sleeping at the table." Connie scoffed and nodded his head in amusement. "Rock, paper, scissors. If you win, I'll sleep here," he offered and she accepted.

The group watched as an intense game of rock, paper, scissors commenced. "Best to five." Avni had it in the beginning but ended up flopping at the end. Sasha cheered her best friend on while Avni flipped Connie off.

It was decided. Avni was at the table, Marco, Connie and Sasha took the larger mattress, Armin took the bunk, you took the smaller mattress and Mikasa volunteered to sleep on the couch near the table beforehand.

You saw Avni and Mikasa talk for a little before Mikasa got up from the sofa and shut the door dividing the front of the bus and the back. You figured they were just going to talk and turned away from the closed door. You didn't even notice you fell asleep.

Everyone settled down on the bus after they saw you sleeping peacefully and didn't want to be nuisances. Marco had to physically hit Connie's head to get him to be quiet which ended up making Sasha and Armin let out a laugh as well. Armin composed himself quickly but Marco had to shush Sasha as well.

Armin however, couldn't fall asleep. He realized he left his camera on the table while Avni and Connie were challenging each other. He wanted to go through the pictures he took of everyone around the table once again so he slowly got down from the bunk, making sure he didn't make any noise to wake anyone up.

He knocked quietly and waited for Avni or Mikasa to let him come in. "Yes?" He heard one of them answer and opened the door. The both of them were sitting across each other from the table while the camera and photos were in the middle.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just- Wait, woah. Are you okay?" Despite it being dark, Armin had noticed Avni's sad and reddened eyes. It was clear she'd been crying and knowing Mikasa, he knew she probably didn't know how to comfort her either.

"Yeah, shit. Sorry. I kinda didn't want anyone else to see me like that," she chuckled and coughed while wiping her tears. "I just needed to get some things out and Mikasa's a good fucking listener."

He looked at Mikasa and saw her mouth 'help please'. He knew it, she didn't know how to comfort her at all. Ever since they were younger, Mikasa had always been a little colder and never knew how to handle emotions as well as the others. Being her best friend, Armin would often help her out when she was upset or conflicted as well.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He saw Mikasa shaking her head and widening her eyes. Armin wondered why but still went through with it.

"It's kinda fucking pathetic-" she answered before getting cut off by him.

"Not at all! Are you fucking insane? We're here for you regardless."

"Sorry, you guys are too nice I might just cry again," she sniffled, "I'd rather not say. I swear it's nothing to worry about."

"Do you need a hug? I'm sorry you're going through this-" he tried letting out before he got pulled into a hug. Mikasa got up from her seat and joined as well.

"God, sometimes I wish I was Y/N. Not being able to show any fucking emotion sounds so good right now."

Armin pulled out the hug, leaving Avni still holding onto Mikasa. "Don't say that. Suppressing your feelings like that is unhealthy, like seriously unhealthy. I still gotta talk to Y/N about that. Jesus, what's wrong with you two?!"

The three laughed about it before Armin glanced at the table. "Ah, I originally came here for this. Just wanted to go through the pictures again." He grabbed the camera and head patted Avni's head, "I hope you feel better. Sleep well you two."

He was about to close the door again before Avni called his name. "Sorry, can you just... Not tell anyone about this? I don't want anyone to start worrying for no reason."

Armin stayed in the middle of the door frame before nodding, "For sure. Good night," he smiled as he closed the door behind him.

He sighed and thought about how he hasn't told Avni about how you were thinking of giving up and now he had to pretend as if Avni didn't just bawl her eyes out tonight. "Aren't they best friends," he thought while crawling up to his bunk for tonight.

He looked up from above and noticed how Sasha was clinging onto Marco as he slept on his back while Connie had one of his hands on her face. He smiled before taking a picture of them to add to the photo board everyone was planning on making. He waited for the picture to develop and his smile turned into a frown in a matter of seconds.

"If only you were here," he mumbled as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep too.

Meanwhile, in the other vehicle, Tyler, Dan and Valerie were still tied up while Jean Eren kept a close eye on them.

"This is just cruel," Tyler complained. "Can't you at least untie us?"

"You know we can't do that," Jean said as he stood up from the passenger seat. He walked towards them as he cleaned his knife thoroughly, "We don't know anything about you three. Now figure it out yourself."

"You scared of us?" Dan smirked. Eren looked at Jean and realized Dan was getting on his nerves as well.

Jean tilted his head back, rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering what you told him. Dan was just trying to provoke the two and so he thought– if Dan could play this game, so could he.

"Why would I be scared of you?" Jean chuckled. "Girl over there looks like she can't even hold a knife right. Justin Beiber's wannabe looks... Well, he looks like Justin Beiber, that's embarrassing enough, he's not scaring no one." Eren managed to let out a laugh after Jean slandered Tyler.

"And you Dan," he said while crouching next to him, "I have much more experience than you." He got back up and grabbed a water bottle, "You might have the strength and skill, but, you look like you know nothing about being in a group. Meanwhile, I'm leading this one. Eight people and you don't even get along with these two."

Dan scoffed, making Jean whistle, "Hit a nerve, huh? Knew it." He took a sip from the plastic water bottle and closed the cap. "Oh yeah, I'm also taller than you."

Jean and Dan started to go back and forth, Eren leaned against a seat and realized they were both the same person. Dan was on Eren's good side, he reminded him of Jean. He was his own person and wasn't scared of anything, considering the fact he was tied and unarmed, surrounded by multiple people that could kill him in an instant.

It reminded him of when Jean was first recruited in the larger group. He didn't let anyone make his decisions for him and wouldn't tolerate it if someone tried to control him, it's probably why he survived for so long.

Not to mention, Jean wasn't the best at being in groups either, he was more selfish back then. Eren watched him grow into a better person with his own eyes but never gave him credit for it. Prison changed him, being stuck there let him become more considerate and selfless.

He remembered all the times Jean would step in for him if someone tried to mess with him. He didn't need the support at all, he knew he could've single-handedly whooped their asses if he wanted to, but Jean was there beside him regardless. Often, he'd try to avoid conflict and deescalate the situation, however, he never hesitated to start a fight or raise his hand for Eren.

"You're gonna fucking catch it if I ever get out of these, mullet," Dan spits. Jean crouched and chuckled, he was amused by this.

"What'd I just say about being a part of a group?" Jean scoffed. "You know what? Nevermind."

Eren watched Jean and wondered why he was letting go of a literal carbon copy of himself. "Jean? Come here for a sec."

Jean lifted himself again and walked towards Eren. "What do you mean by 'nevermind'? I think Dan's got potential. More than the other two at least," he whispered.

"Jaeger, buddy. I know that too. I was about to say I'll teach him everything he lacks. Like a big bro!" He laughed, Eren responded by rolling his eyes. "Okay, no but I'm serious. I like him."

"You probably only like him because it's like you're looking at a mirror." Jean shrugged, "Maybe."

He walked back to the three and noticed Tyler had his foot out, trying to trip him. Jean stopped in his tracks. He nodded, looked at Tyler and laughed from within. "A+ for the effort, but it's gonna take more than that to take me down, white boy."

Tyler looked down at his feet and looked back at Jean, shortly before trying to throw a punch at him; he somehow escaped from the ropes.

"Jean, watch-" Eren exclaimed before realizing Jean had it under control. He dodged the punch gracefully and grabbed his arm, soon pinning him against the wall and twisting his arm behind his back.

Tyler groaned in pain as Jean held him down and waited for Eren to bring something else to disable his mobility. Eren threw another rope at Jean, who caught it with one hand while still having Tyler pinned down.

He began tying his hands tightly, ensuring he wouldn't somehow escape again. Then he went around his ankles. Tyler attempted to kick Jean while he was at it but failed miserably. It was embarrassing at that point, even Eren smirked sheepishly as Jean chuckled.

Jean finished securing the ropes around Tyler before laughing maliciously in his face. "I told you," he said, turning his head to Eren and scoffing. "It'll take more than that to take me down."

Eren watched from a distance. He was surprised Jean still had the energy to be provocative as shit and be so aware of his surroundings even though he hasn't slept in over two days. He let his hair down and massaged his scalp before partitioning it in half and tying it into his man bun again.

He walked towards Tyler and felt the need to kick him in the gut at least once. He hovered above him and did as his impulse told him to. He punched Tyler in the face and proceeded to kick him in the stomach after he lost balance.

Jean saw Valerie beginning to tear up and remembered what you said about going easy on them. "Yo, Eren. Chill." He grabbed Tyler by his rough blonde hair, "He should've known it was a bad idea."

It was Eren's turn to crouch down in front of Tyler. "I really wanna throw you out this fucking RV and feed you to walkers." He saw the fear in Tyler's eyes and noticed he started to tremble.

Jean was analyzing Valerie and Dan. He didn't seem to care about anything that happened to Tyler. Jean assumed he was just forced to stay with these two, they were nothing alike. Meanwhile, Valerie was visibly trembling as well. Tears were rolling down her cheek as she kept shaking her head, hoping Eren wouldn't do anything.

Eren got back up and shoved him again, "But I won't do it. Not yet at least."

Jean sighed and noticed how Valerie began to calm down as soon as she heard Eren say that. "But don't fucking forget, we took you in. We won't hesitate to leave you right where you were."

"How many walkers have you killed," Jean asked while leaning against the wall. Tyler knew the question was for him and refused to answer. "Listen, I'm not gonna ask again."

He stared at Jean, there was clearly hatred towards him but the two men decided to ignore it. It's not like he was a threat anyway. Tyler flinched when he saw Eren raising his hand again, getting ready to throw another punch at his face.

Before he could say anything, he felt Eren's fist across his cheek. He lost his balance and Eren brought him back up by pulling his hair, "He's asking you a question Justin Beiber." Jean couldn't help but smile after hearing Eren use one of his stupid nicknames.

Tyler saw Eren lift his hand again and broke, "Okay, okay! Okay. I'll answer. Like about fifty, maybe a few less."

"That's it? For a kill count that low, you sure are an asshole," Jean said, making Dan snicker a little as well. "Dan? How about you?"

"I don't know. It's not like I can count the roamers I took down on my fingers." He started thinking for a bit, "A few hundred maybe?"

Eren looked back at Jean and the both of them nodded once. "How about you, Val?"

She rubbed a tear off her cheek using the shoulder of her dress. "None," she mumbled.

"What'd you say? I didn't quite catch that." Jean walked closer to her slowly, almost reassuring her that he wasn't going to cause any harm to her.

She softened up a bit once she noticed, "Sorry. None."

"Okay. Understood." Jean looked at the two new men, "How many people have you killed?"

Dan looked at him almost confused, "People?" Jean nodded. "I haven't killed anyone. Just roamers."

"Why?" Eren continued for Jean. Dan shrugged, "I don't know. Didn't feel the need to."

Eren looked at Tyler, expecting an answer from him too. "Same. I haven't killed no one for the same reasons."

They didn't bother asking Valerie. She didn't even kill a walker yet, she was far from killing humans.

"What about you?" Dan directly asked Jean first.

Jean shrugged and figured he'd just answer the same questions. Why wouldn't he anyway? "Just like you, a few hundred walkers. Way too many to keep track of. I killed eight people."

The three of their eyes shot wide open. Tyler was alarmed, Valerie was still in shock and Dan wanted to know more. "Why?"

"They attacked my people first."

Dan looked at Eren and he nodded, confirming it's true. He started answering after seeing the curiosity written all over Dan's face. "A shit ton of walkers, six people, for the same reason."

"So hypothetically, if I gained your trust, became a part of your group and someone came at me-"

"We'd go after them," Eren continued for Dan. He looked impressed. "There's no room for negotiating, kindness or weaknesses anymore. People are fucking animals."

"They've lost it. There might be survivors out there, but they're nothing less than those mindless fuckers. Well," Jean shrugged, "Maybe there are some good people out there, maybe. But, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Dan knew what they were talking about. He learned the hard way. He started to think he got lucky and was glad he got picked up off the road by this group. "How do I earn your trust?"

Jean and Eren looked at each other, "You don't have to. We already like you," Jean replied. "Val's fine too. It's just this dumbass that's ruining it for you guys right now."

Dan looked at Tyler and got annoyed. "Fuck him, he's fucking pathetic." Tyler turned towards Dan, "What? Seriously? After all I've done for you?"

"Oh shut the fuck up Ty. You haven't done shit for me," Dan argued. Jean observed closely, and realized his assumption about the two was correct, Dan didn't care for Tyler. Now, Jean and Eren were just waiting for some sort of backstory that would get them out of the dark.

"I was the one protecting you out there. You didn't do shit besides knock up my girlfriend." Eren's eyes were wide open while Jean's brows were scrunched and his mouth made an 'o' shape. "I was only there for her but because of you, she isn't here anymore. I had no damn choice but to be around and protect you all, Jessie practically begged me to not kill you."

"Well, this is something," Eren whispered to Jean.

"Shut up and let me enjoy the show, Jaeger," he responded by doing the same. Eren held in a laugh before composing himself again.

"She did?" Tyler asked, Dan just rolled his eyes. "Then why didn't you just leave her? She cheated on you and clearly still cared about me. Why even bother staying at that point?"

"Because I fucking loved her, what's not clicking?! I just wanted her to be happy, even if she cheated. I didn't really give a shit, you're not even all that," Dan scoffed with an attitude. "And now she's gone because you decided to run instead of protecting her. She was carrying your kid, the fuck is wrong with you?"

Eren and Jean were just eavesdropping on their entire conversation. Well, not necessarily, Dan and Tyler were pretty loud about it. "I wish we had popcorn or something," Eren said nonchalantly while Jean nodded his head in agreement.

"My kid that you were willing to raise. I didn't even wanna be a fucking dad, I'm only twenty-one," Tyler mumbled. "It's her fault for wanting to keep it."

Valerie looked at Tyler in disgust. "Jean, can you untie me."

She was demanding him rather than asking and he took that into account. "You know I can't do that sweetheart."

She sighed, "Fine then," she looked up and Jean recognized that look from anywhere. Eyes full of rage. He's seen it in himself, Eren, Marco, Mikasa and even you. "Can you beat his ass for talking about my sister like that?"

"Sure thing." Everyone can see the fear in Tyler's eyes when Jean walked towards him. He grabbed him by his collar and shoved him outside the RV, closing the door behind him.

Eren didn't stop him either. In fact, he was wrapping his head around the fact that one of the women that got eaten right in front of everyone was Valerie's sister. Not to mention, she was pregnant.

"So, her sister was your girlfriend," he asked Dan. The tied man nodded as Eren continued to summarize what he just heard. "And JB cheated with her?" He earned another disappointed nod from both Dan and Valerie this time. "And you wanted to kill him but she told you to protect him instead, knowing you loved her enough to do as she says."

"You got it," Dan said, clearly frustrated and finally realizing how fucked up it was.

"This is so fucking messy," Eren muttered to himself as he heard Tyler cry in agony.

"Is he gonna kill him?" Valerie asked, a tad bit concerned. Eren just shrugged and let the screaming answer her question. He genuinely didn't know himself, however, he didn't mind even if Jean did kill him. Tyler was an ass.

Tyler's yelling was hard to go unnoticed. You woke up and thought someone was in trouble. At first, you were surprised when you saw everyone fast asleep. You took it upon yourself to see what's going on.

Mikasa and Avni were also asleep at their designated areas. You grabbed a knife just in case anything out there was going south.

You opened the door, "Jean? What are you doing? Let go of him."

Jean looked up at you after kicking the shit out of Tyler. He didn't want you seeing this, it was the last thing he wanted. "Y/N? Why are you awake?"

"It's hard to sleep when someone's screaming at the top of their lungs," you remarked. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Tyler took the chance and started begging, "Please help me! He's going to kill me! I don't wanna die," he cried out. You saw tears in his eyes and were concerned for his safety.

Jean scoffed and kicked him in the face again, causing him to scream louder. "Shut the fuck up."

"Jean!" You walked towards him and pulled him off Tyler. "What are you doing to him!?"

"Y/N, get back on the bus," he told you, "He's not what you think he is."

"What you're doing isn't right either," you whispered, making sure Tyler didn't hear you. "I told you to go easy on them. Jean, why would you even save him just to beat him to death? You can't just do that!"

"I do whatever the fuck I want," Jean said coldly.

You exhaled, trying to gather some patience to knock some sense into Jean. "Look, he's probably fucking scared too. Give him a chance, come on. It's wrong for you to pick him up, give him hope and just kill him with your own hands. You know that too."

"Y/N," he called sternly. You look up at him to see whether it made any difference at all. "Get in the bus before you see something you don't want to."

"You're kidding," you scoffed, "Fine." The two men watched you as you walked back into the bus and back into your mattress.

Jean rolled his eyes. He hated how you knew how to get to him. Although it wasn't the first thing on his mind, behind all the built-up anger, deep down, he was grateful you stopped him from something that would've changed him in a shitty way.

"I don't even feel like beating you anymore." He brought Tyler back on his feet and walked him to the RV. "You live this time."

Before opening the RV door, Tyler mumbled, "She's nice, isn't she."

Jean raised a brow, "What'd you say?" Tyler's speech was slurred. He got punched and kicked in the face after all, none other than Jean Kirstein himself. "Didn't catch that."

"I said I'll do anything you say, I swear! Just don't kill me, please."

They got into the RV and Jean shoved him in the middle of Valerie and Dan again. "We'll see about that."

The sun started to rise. You didn't sleep after the conversation with Jean. All you could think of was how he must've killed the people in the previous group and how Tyler would've been next.

You remembered how Mikasa told you Jean and Eren only killed the people there because they tried to first, so part of you knew Tyler must've done something for Jean to go that far in the first place. You took a mental note to ask him about the whole situation later.

You quietly got out of the bus and went out to stretch. Avni and Armin were already out there, trying to figure out where the dried blood on the ground came from.

"Morning," you smiled at the both of them.

The both of them got back up from crouching, "Good morning Y/N," Armin yawned. Avni walked towards you and slumped onto you, reaching over your shoulders for a hug, "Good morning," she said with a smile.

"Woah, you guys look rough. How did you sleep last night?" Avni and Armin looked at each other. You had a feeling something was up. They looked a little frail, their eyes were red and they both kept yawning.

Armin didn't want to answer so he lied. Well, he didn't lie– he did sleep later than the others but he wasn't going to openly let you two know he was upset. "Yeah, I just slept a little late, nothing else."

"Mhm, me too," Avni attested, "Mikasa, Armin and I were just going through the pictures last night. They're so cute, you should see them too!" She grabbed the camera and pictures from the bus quickly and brought them outside again to show you.

You looked at them thoroughly. The first picture Armin took on the camera was probably your favourite by far. Connie photobombing the picture just made so much sense to you for some reason. You saw single pictures of Luna on the mini-kitchen counter in the bus as well. The photos of Avni and Connie challenging each other in a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who's going to sleep at the table was just another wholesome moment from last night. You saw another new picture of Connie, Sasha and Marco sleeping in questionable ways and it made you giggle.

"I can't wait to find a board where we can put all of these," you said in awe. Avni and Armin nodded.

He took the pictures back from you and looked through them once more. "We're just missing Eren and Jean in these pictures," he pointed out.

"Ah. You're right." You realized the two of them missed out on a fun get-together last night and felt a little bad for them. The poor guys had to keep watch on three people instead.

"Speaking of them, they should probably be up, right?" The three of you turned to see Eren sitting in the passenger seat of the RV but not facing you guys. He seemed to be talking to the group in the vehicle instead.

"Are you suggesting we go harass them in there?" You and Armin turned to Avni and instantly started shaking your heads.

"That doesn't sound like a good idea. They probably don't want us in the same space as the new guys," Armin said, nervously rubbing his nape, really hoping Avni wasn't actually thinking about going in the RV.

"Plus, I think one of them is on their bad side," you stated. The both of them looked at you, confused and wanting to know more. "I woke up last night because I heard yelling. I went out to check because I thought someone was in danger but it was just Jean beating the actual shit out of one of the new guys."

"Woah. And you didn't wake any of us up?" Armin asked. You shook your head. They understood you probably didn't want them to wake up for something Jean had under control. "Do you know why he beat him?"

"Nope. He wouldn't tell me shit," you sighed. "He just said something like 'he isn't who or what you think he is.' Like okay? Can you fucking elaborate?"

The two giggled, "Sounds like Jean to me," Armin commented.

"But he could've at least said something instead of keeping it all to himself. Like maybe I would've agreed with what he was doing but it just looked bad."

Avni looked back at the ground, "So that's one of the guy's blood?" She pointed at the ground lazily and you nodded. "Wow, Kirstein fucked his shit up. I wanna see his face now."

"Let's not do that. He looked horrible, I thought Jean was gonna fucking kill him. It scared the shit out of me," you explained. "But I know he probably didn't do it just because he fucking felt like it. The guy probably did or tried something for it to get to that point. He's smarter than that, he just won't tell me anything right now. I was planning on asking him later."

"Wait, now I'm really curious." Avni entered a deep thought process before she impulsively jogged towards the RV.

"Avni!" You and Armin whisper-yelled but it was too late. She was already knocking on the RV door. The both of you saw the door open and to your surprise, Eren and Jean let her in and closed the door behind them.

"What the fuck. How was that so easy for her?" Armin questioned. You sighed before replying, "Beats me."

She came out of the bus shortly after and ran towards you two. "Did they tell you anything?" You asked.

She shook her head, annoyed. "He said he'll tell us all at once. Then the both of them looked at each other, laughed and were like 'it's all so fucked up,'" she air quoted. "No, you're right Y/N, why can't they just say it. Fucking idiots," she scoffed.

After saying that, she started giggling a bit. You and Armin looked at each other, almost concerned that she might seriously be going crazy. "Don't look at me like that, stop!" She said as she continued. Her laugh was starting to get contagious, you and Armin started laughing awkwardly with her.

"Why are we laughing," Armin chuckled nervously. Avni had to crouch down because her sides started aching.

"God, I can't breathe," she finally said, calming down. "Jean fucked that guy up, he looked so bad."

"And that's funny? Avni, we know you're crazy but that's concerning as shit," you called out, making her laugh a little more. It's just the way both of you joked around with each other.

"No, what got me is that Jean opened the door for me and said I just interrupted him. He was patching up the guy he just fucking annihilated while cussing at him at the same time. I swear Y/N, I heard him call the guy Justin Beiber under his breath," she smiled. "And it's funny because he literally looks like an uglier and bootleg version of JB."

She saw confusion written all over your faces, "Shit, when you see him properly, you'll see the resemblance. I swear it'll be funnier when you see it."

"I'm trusting you, I need a good laugh," Armin said. "Oh trust me, you will. Just don't laugh in his face. He got pissed and flipped me off but Jean had to swat his hand away."

You pat her head, "You're a little ray of sunshine, you know that?"

Armin nodded, "You remind me of Sasha a little too much."

She smiled at Armin and used her eyes only to look up at your hand on her head. "I know, I'm the fucking best," she agreed happily.

One by one, everyone started waking up and getting out of the cramped bus after figuring out Eren and Jean were still in the RV with Valerie, Dan and Tyler.

"Was there a walker here last night?" Connie yawned. Y

ou, Avni and Armin glanced at each other. "It's Jean's doing," Avni answered and Armin continued, "Eren and Jean are supposed to tell us what went down last night but they haven't said anything yet."

The group's interest started to pique, different thoughts were going around, different theories even. "Who wants to bet the guy said something about his horse face?" Sasha and Marco laughed with Connie.

"That's a lot of fucking blood though," Marco noted. "It had to be something much deeper. He doesn't usually lash out like that."

You knew Marco had a point. You thought the same thing as he did. You had observed Jean for a little and realized he doesn't enjoy conflict. Of course, he's cocky and makes snarky ass comments here and there, but he doesn't encourage initiating aggression or physical fights. Even before you told Jean to take it easy on the new people, you saw he tried to calm Eren down on his own when they first interacted with them.

You noticed Jean and Eren stepping out of the RV. He called your name and gestured for you to come over. You walked over to them as soon as you were told.

"Good morning," Jean greeted with a simple wave. "Sorry about last night." You could tell he meant it. His eyes had softened once again and you knew he ended up bringing Tyler back into the RV after you had that conversation with him.

You smiled slightly, acknowledging his apology. "It's okay. I thought about it a lot last night. You wouldn't do something stupid like that for no reason." He walked closer to you and stood to your right, soon placing his hand on your waist and pulling you in to kiss the side of your head.

"Thank you," he said softly. He let go of your waist and walked away for a second to close the RV's door. "We were just about to tell you about what happened last night since you were the only one that saw it. I'll tell you everything and then I'll have you watch them until we come back."

He walked towards you again and whispered, "I don't want you in there, but I know you can handle people better than anyone else here. There's Mikasa but she didn't see anything last night and Eren doesn't want her in there either."

"Don't worry. I got it." You felt him starting to genuinely trust you with important tasks like these. It wasn't huge, but you were basically put in charge to watch Valerie, Tyler and Dan without knowing anything about them. The group's safety was sort of on your hands for a little. "Just tell me what exactly happened last night though. It's hurting my head."

Jean and Eren both told you everything that happened, not leaving a single detail out. "Hold on, he tried to come at you? Are you okay?"

Jean and Eren both chuckled, "He looked like an idiot trying to fight off Jean," Eren commented. "Of course I'm fine. He's nothing compared to me."

"Is that why you nearly killed him..? It still seems unreasonable to me. I mean, you're laughing."

They continued to tell the drama between Dan, Tyler and Valerie's sister and how he was being fucking disrespectful about the whole thing. "Oh, so he's a piece of shit." The two men nodded in sync. "And then Valerie told you to punch him but you went overboard."

"I mean, yeah, but only because it pissed me off too." You could also tell Jean wasn't lying about how the comments Tyler made got on his nerves. "You also told me to be easier on her so I did. She's a little more comfortable around me now."

Eren discreetly looked back and forth between you and Jean. Part of him just knew that comment was bound to get someone jealous. You raised a brow, "Comfortable with you?"

"Yup," Jean said proudly, completely oblivious. Eren almost wheezed, however, he kept himself together. He placed both hands on Jean's shoulders, leading him towards the group, "Okay, Jean, let's go talk to them and then you should go get some slee-"

"Um, Jaeger," you coughed. "Just a second please." Eren refused to make eye contact with you, he knew you figured he was trying to get Jean out of the situation. "I thought I told you to go easy on her, not go out of your way to kill someone for her."

"Huh?-"

You cut him off before he could speak, "But you said she got comfortable around you? That's actually-" You didn't mean to come off like that, blame how early it was and the lack of sleep.

"I don't get it, Val being comfortable around me shouldn't be a big deal. It's not like we're together or anything." You almost laughed, only because he took it a bit too far now. Eren knew Jean didn't mean to say that, he also blamed it on how Jean didn't sleep for three straight days.

"Oh, Val?-" This time, Eren had to cut you off before he was stuck in the middle of something he had no part in.

"Okay Jean, time to go to bed. I'll tell everyone." Jean shrugged his shoulders and walked onto the bus, instantly crashing onto the couch.

"Uh," he started. You smile at him, but he knew it was kind of like the 'I'm so disappointed, I might laugh,' smile and it terrified him. "He didn't mean that. I'm sure he's just tired."

"It's okay Eren," you said softly. "You don't need to cover up for him at all. I was about to say I was glad she got comfortable but he just- yeah, whatever." He'd be lying if he said he didn't wanna punch Jean right now. "He's a guy," you laughed, "I don't expect much from them anyway."

You took a step onto the RV, "Don't just stand there now, go tell the group." He did as he was told and walked away as well.

Your eyes were fixated on Tyler for a moment. You knew you wouldn't get a spot in heaven for laughing at him. Avni was right, it is funnier when you saw what he looked like, an uglier bootleg version of Justin Beiber.

However, your mood drastically changed when you saw Valerie. She didn't do anything at all, it was just the way Jean just assumed you were jealous of her. Well, now you were because of how he defended himself and her.

Saying she was gorgeous was an understatement. Her ginger hair brought her green eyes out. Her freckles were to die for, along with her button nose, rosy cheeks and thin brows. You wondered how she even managed to wear a dress in the middle of an apocalypse. You know what, fuck Jean, she looked so much better.

You greeted them by waving and sitting near them, trying to also figure out what their personalities were like, especially Tyler and Valerie.

"She was the one that saved me from that fucker last night," Tyler acknowledged, still slurring his words. "Thank you so much. I would've died if it weren't for you."

You nod your head once, "You're welcome. But don't do anything that'll make me regret stopping him." He gulped and looked away from your intense stare. "Anyway! I'm Y/N! I already know you three so you don't need to introduce yourselves unless you really wanna. It's great finally meeting you."

Valerie smiled, "Nice to meet you too Y/N." She soon frowned and started to look around the RV, "Where's Jean?"

"Oh, um." You remembered the last thing Jean said to you again and sighed discreetly. "I'm pretty sure he's sleeping on the bus right now-"

"Can you take me there? I'd rather be with him."

You didn't know what you were feeling. You hated it though. You knew you shouldn't jump to conclusions or anything but it seemed sort of sketchy with how the both of them were talking. It's not like you were in the place to get upset in the first place, like he said, it's not like two are together or anything.

"What are you? A child that clings to her mother around other people?" You didn't even notice Avni get onto the RV, for her to say that probably meant she was around for the entire interaction. She sat beside you, "You have a lot of fucking patience, I'm amazed," she mumbled before waving to Dan and Dan only.

"I'm about to lose it though," you whispered back.

"Eren also told us what Jean said to you, that's why I'm here." Ah, you should've seen that coming. "It's okay, Connie, Marco and Sash said they're gonna beat his ass in his sleep like how he did with Tyler."

You covered your laughter acting as if it was a cough. It was nice to know that the rest of the group knew he was an idiot and were on your side for this. You whispered as you ranted, "No because, how do you tell someone you're falling for them and then just change your mind when you see someone prettier-"

"Y/N, she isn't even at your level. When I went in the RV, they introduced them to me and Eren told me she hasn't even killed a single walker." Now, that you didn't know. "She's your typical soft, cottage girl. Jean needs a woman that'll beat his ass. Plus, stop being delusional, you're so fucking beautiful."

You turned towards her, you wanted to laugh in her face but your whole face just read 'seriously'. "Shut the fuck up."

"I didn't even say anything!" You exclaimed, defending yourself.

"Bitch, I know what you're thinking at alllll times. You can't hide nothing from me."

You totally forgot that along with being incredibly smart, Avni was wickedly good at reading people. Her judgement saved you from so many messy friendships and relationships, she backed up everything suspicious she noticed from someone. You guys had that trust with each other, always trusting each others' instincts.

You thought about her interaction with Valerie for a moment. If Avni didn't like Valerie, there was probably a reason for that. Besides, she was with Valerie in that RV for a good thirty minutes before she came back out to input you and Armin on what's going on. She probably had Valerie all figured out, just within thirty minutes.

"Anyway, Jaeger and the group had a vote and they decided we can untie them now." You were wondering why they were letting it happen so quickly but didn't mind either. You were just a little skeptical about getting Tyler out of the ropes, he did try to attack Jean last night. "Shouldn't we wait it out a bit? I mean-"

She whispered back, "I was thinking the same. Especially..." You both looked at each other before speaking in unison. "Tyler."

"Yeah, I was a little on edge about him too but then I guess he changed his ways after Jean punched the shit out of him last night. Fear changes people." Avni was right. Fear did change people and you've seen it happen yourself, pre and post-apocalypse.

You took a deep breath in and out before getting up, already preparing yourself if the worst were to happen. "I can't stress this enough, don't make us regret this."

Avni used her knife to cut the rope around Dan's wrist, instantly giving him a fist bump right after. You smiled, she got along with everyone, it was adorable. Meanwhile, you cut the rope around Valerie's wrist and Tyler's.

You got back up to get your balance and turned around for a moment. You felt someone come from behind you and wrap their hands around your waist and get a little too close for your comfort. You quickly turned around, trying to figure out who it was.

"Thank you so much." Of course, it was Tyler. You glanced up at him for a second and saw his eyes watering up, although it was so obvious it was just a bluff.

"Respectfully Tyler, please don't touch me," you said, slightly backing up from him. "I already acknowledged you, enough with the unnecessary gratitude." You felt disgusted near him already.

"You need me to stab him or something?" Avni asked, standing behind the three new people. You shook your head and looked back at him, "Nope, not yet at least. But I'll do it myself if I need to."

As soon as you turned around, Tyler walked beside Valerie and leaned a little to tell her something. Avni noticed and separated them, assuming they were up to no good and planning something. Even if they weren't, again, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Valerie, Tyler and Dan introduced themselves to the group and Eren announced that they'll be back on the road in about an hour so it'd be better to choose who everyone was going to be sitting with beforehand.

After being dismissed, you noticed Valerie enter the bus where Jean was currently resting, Avni was right beside you watching her as well. "She sure has some fucking nerve," Avni casually cussed.

"You're thinking the same as I am, aren't you?" Without even looking at Avni, you knew she was nodding as well. "She likes him too."

"He's lucky you still like him," she rolled her eyes, "He's on thin fucking ice right now."

The both of you decided you'll sit together in whichever vehicle, just for some familiar comfort. Unknown to you, Avni was a little upset and you were also in a shitty mood, the both of you needed some time together again.

Connie stole Jean's Wranglers' keys and helped Eren flat-tow it to the RV. The Ford was getting back on the road again. Eren wanted to keep an eye on the three for a little more time and told them to get onto the bus. He was still planning on letting Jean sleep there, but if anything happened, he knew he would need him. Connie was going to drive it, as usual.

Marco and Armin made their way to the RV, already sick of the drama going on between the three. They didn't wanna be a part of it at all. Sasha had asked Mikasa if she could drive the truck and the four of you could get to spend some quality time together before everyone had to stress about supplies, shelter and survival. Mikasa agreed and let you and Avni in on the arrangement.

As long as you and Avni were together, it was fine by you.

You four were told to drive in front, then came the RV and the bus was going to follow. Before the departure, Armin rolled down his window and snapped another picture. You and Mikasa were the only ones in the polaroid before he called for Sasha and Avni to roll their windows down and get into the frame. You couldn't wait to see how that picture would develop.

Mikasa started driving steadily while Sasha had some chips in her lap. She was looking through the glove apartment to find some CDs that'll play music and luckily, she did find them. It's not like there was a boring moment in the truck, it was just there for your entertainment in case there was a silent moment. You doubt it would be quiet considering Sasha, Mikasa's best friend and Avni, your best friend in the same car though. The saying was true, extroverts will find their introvert and never let go of them which seemed to be the case in both friendships. Plus, the four of you were just great together to add the cherry on top.

"What were your first relationships," Sasha asked, of course after conversing for a while. "I'll go first. Grade six, Blake Amox. A cute Trini guy," she reminisced. "We only broke up because teachers found out. We didn't even know what we were doing but he was so sweet. "

"Until he fucking wasn't. He changed so much in grade eleven. He was a literal womanizer, I didn't even wanna believe it was actually him. He was still nice to me because 'I was his first,'" she air-quoted, "But what the fuck?!"

Avni chuckled a bit while you and Mikasa smiled. "Y/N knows mine. It's pretty stupid too." You realize what Avni was talking about and tried to hold in your laughter. Wow, you guys were idiots when you were younger.

"Aman Chanda in tenth grade. He was Bengali I think. I'm honestly not sure, I forgot all about him, wow." You started giggling while Sasha and Mikasa were wondering what was so stupid about the relationship.

"So, our neighbourhood was white which just means our school was also kinda just full of white kids. Aman and I were the only brown ones in the school so everyone forced us to start dating," she wheezed, earning a chuckle of concern from Mikasa and pure laughter from Sasha and yourself. "It was so weird! These girls would come up to us and just 'bOtH yOuR nAmEs sTarT WiTh a aNd yOu bOth loOK sO gOoD tOgEtHeR,' LIKE NO WE DIDN'T!? He was just brown!"

The laughter died down and Mikasa started speaking. "Fourth grade, Sierra Angelo."

The three of you gasped, "Fourth grade?!"

She nodded, "Yup, and she was a year older than me, in fifth grade. I went to an all-girls school, I mean what did anyone expect? I'd be straight? Fuck no."

Sasha and Avni hyped her up for her first relationship. You would've never expected Mikasa to be able to get into a relationship when she was in grade four, plus, with so many controversies. Having a girlfriend at such a young age and being a year younger than her too. You could only imagine the terror on homophobic teachers, parents or even students' faces. Maybe that's what made it hilarious.

"Y/N, you're up," Mikasa said, looking into her rearview mirror, "I bet you have something interesting too."

You laughed, "Absolutely nothing beats yours. But, let's see." You pondered for a while, you couldn't even remember the details either. "Shit, I only remember his first name. Shuji, and I wanna say it was in grade nine."

"We were on and off, it pissed Avni off so much. We ended the relationship for good in grade twelve but holy shit, he was a great time. I think I even lost it to him," you recalled. "He'd get into so much trouble for no good reason at all and claimed he only does shit for the fun of it. Dude was always so bored."

"Wonder how he's doing right now because I know damn well he's probably still alive out there." The girls laughed at the comment, only imagining how he could've been like. "But, he definitely raised my standards, he was a better guy every time we got back together. Batshit crazy and did everything out of impulse yet, a really loving guy."

"Wait, where did they go?" Avni asked. You and Sasha turned around completely, Mikasa just checked using her mirrors.

"Wow, do they not want us around that badly," Sasha scoffed but in a joking manner before she put another chip in her mouth.

Mikasa sighed and turned the Ford around. You can tell she couldn't wait to tell someone off. You guys thought at least Marco and Armin would let you guys know they're turning somewhere but they didn't.

That's when it hit the four of you at the same time. They definitely wouldn't leave you guys alone as a joke, something must've happened on the road. Unless they seriously were just pulling a shitty prank, then that would just be annoying. Either way, Mikasa assumed they were in some trouble and started speeding to find where they could possibly be. It shouldn't be hard finding a huge bus and RV when the roads are empty.

All four pairs of eyes were on the road, trying to look for extremely noticeable vehicles. Sasha and Avni told Mikasa they found them and she reversed the Ford, lining it up with the path they had gone down.

"I can't believe we didn't notice they weren't behind us anymore," Mikasa said.

"They're rude for not letting us know though," you shrugged.

They drove through the rocky path that was surrounded by tall grass. You saw them parked in front of an old house with chipped white paint. They were at the door, knocking to see if there were any walkers in there. To their convenience, there were none but the house was suspiciously clean. Everyone kept their guard up, only because the group desperately needed a place, it was getting hard living and sleeping in vehicles.

"Why didn't any of you inform us you found a place?" Mikasa questioned while Armin and Eren were carrying minimal things into the house. You, Sasha and Avni stood behind her, also waiting for an answer.

"But we tried? I swear we did," Armin answered. "Me and Marco kept waving our hands out the windows, I thought you guys noticed because Y/N had her hand out the window.."

The four of you realized that you simply were too caught up in the moment and didn't pay attention to anything. Well, this was a learning experience for sure. It would've ended badly if Avni didn't notice as soon as she did.

Jean walked out of the bus while yawning, he overheard some of the conversations because the bus windows were open. Your heart sunk when you saw Valerie was right behind him.

"You guys got left behind? Ha," he poked. Sasha swatted his hand away and stuck her tongue out at him.

Connie joined in on the conversation as well, "They were in front of us too, they're weird." The others laughed, Avni flipped them off and Mikasa just rolled her eyes before carrying some things inside as well.

"What were you guys so distracted about?" Connie continued.

Sasha's smile grew when she remembered all the stupid stories you were telling each other. "We were talking about our lives before this shit. Like our families, universities, drama, relationships. All that good stuff."

"Relationships?" Jean was intrigued after hearing Sasha's answer. "I didn't know you were capable of being in one," he teased.

"Jean, you're being rude. I'm more than capable. When was your first relationship anyway, huh?" Sasha argued.

He thought about it for a little and finally answered, "Grade ten? I wouldn't consider it as a relationship though."

Sasha laughed in his face, "Mine was in grade six, suck it loser." Jean raised his brows in disbelief. Everyone can tell he was about to say something along the lines of, "no way," or "you're lying," but before he could, Sasha decided to hurt his huge ego once more. "Y/N and Mikasa were even in relationships before you!"

He looked at you and you shrugged before avoiding eye contact with him. He was sort of pissing you off. "Y/N? Really?" He asked, suddenly sounding super curious.

"Yup. Ninth to twelfth grade, right Y/N?" You nodded, confirming her words. "See! Don't you ever come for me horse face." She ran into the house right after and Connie got the memo. He knew she was going to claim which room she wanted to sleep in and Connie refused to lose against her knowing she'll pick the biggest room with the comfiest bed.

You and Avni stood outside looking at the outside of the house. You felt someone tap your shoulder. "You never told me about any relationships."

You thought so, you knew it would be none other than Jean. "You don't know anything about my past in general Jean," you answered coldly, "Plus, you didn't tell me about any relationships either." You looked at him and Valerie, leaving him in the same spot as you walked away with Avni.

He got the hint but he was still confused. He knew you were implying Valerie and him being in a relationship but didn't understand where you got that conclusion from in the first place. He didn't remember anything about the conversation you and him had before he went to sleep. He walked into the house as well and tried to find Eren so he could ask about that conversation.

"Yo, Jaeger," he called out. Eren turned around instantly and Jean could just tell he was going to get punched in the face. "Don't-"

Before Jean could finish his sentence or dodge, Eren punched him in the face. Jean got his balance again and placed his hand over his mouth to check whether he was bleeding or not. "Okay, maybe I deserved that."

"Yeah, you did," he replied, cracking his knuckles. "What'd I say?"

"You seriously don't remember?" Eren scoffed, looking at Jean as if he was crazy. Jean shook his head, "I was probably too tired to think straight. I don't remember anything but I just know I fucked up again."

"At least you're aware," Eren chuckled. "She was going to tell you it's good Valerie's comfortable around you," Jean smiled, only because he was glad to hear you were proud of him. "But, you thought she was jealous instead and said 'it's not like we're together or anything.' Now she probably thinks you like the new girl and she's distancing herself from you," he explained.

Jean massaged the bridge of his nose, "I said that? No way." He looked at Eren, hoping he was just playing around but Eren confirmed he told you off using those exact words. "Holy shit. I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't mean any of that."

"Thought so. I told her you probably didn't mean it and she just said she wasn't expecting much from you anyway," he laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't like you anymore, you've been an asshole."

He knew Eren was right about that and it made him feel like shit all over again. He remembered how you were the one that told him to get some sleep for his own good, he didn't think he'd upset you because of the lack of sleep itself. "You know where she is?"

"Upstairs with Avni and the other girls," Eren got closer to Jean and whispered a word of advice, "Don't piss her off. Especially in front of them, they'll probably kill you. Oh yeah, and for the love of God, please refrain from using 'Val.'"

Jean looked at him, now getting a little scared for himself. Eren chuckled at the look on his face and shrugged, "Just keeping an eye on you bro."

He brought his hand out to fist-bump Jean, "Thanks?" He connected his fist to Eren's and started walking up the stairs.

While walking up the stairs, he heard a scream coming from the last room. He picked up the speed and ran in, "What's- Oh my fucking God."

He let go of his breath he didn't know he was holding on to. Connie was in the room and had jumped onto Sasha, absolutely crushing her while the other girls were just standing there in shock. Seeing Luna walk up to him made him realize that probably only happened because of her.

"Which one of you screamed," he said disappointedly, picking Luna up from the ground. Connie got off of her while Sasha laid in the bed, holding onto her sides. They both pointed at each other, instantly blaming each other.

"They both did," Mikasa giggled. "Sasha called the room, she wanted all of us to crash here with her." Jean looked around the room, there was a bunk bed where two people can easily rest, a regular twin bed and a couch. It was a big room, he could see why she'd want all the girls to sleep in the room anyway.

"So what's Connie doing here if you guys were going to be roommates..?" He squinted at Connie and he instantly looked away. Yup, he was guilty of something.

"He wanted the bunk bed," Sasha and Avni answered at the same time. "Baldie's inner child came out," Avni said being a tease.

"Connie, there's like three other rooms, downstairs and the basement. I thought you'd wanna be there instead." Connie was about to argue until Mikasa decided to solve the issue. "You know what, it's okay, I'll find Eren and Connie can take the bunk."

"Wait, now you're making me feel like a child throwing a tantrum." It was visible that Connie felt bad about the whole thing. He looked like he was going to change his mind.

Mikasa looked down at him sitting on the bed and pinched his cheek, "You are a child throwing a tantrum," she smiled. "But it's okay I'll find Eren-"

'NO," he cut off, startling everyone. "Sorry, didn't mean to yell. I just realized Cat Lady and her demon child are in this room too," he explained as he got off the bed. "I'll be here tomorrow though!" He exclaimed while heading out.

"Got it!" Mikasa replied. She got on the bed with Sasha and got suffocated right away, "Girls night!"

"Sash, it's an honour being choked by you but I can't breathe." You laughed at the comment and felt a pair of eyes shamelessly staring at you.

You looked at the door and saw Jean smiling after seeing you smile. His faded as soon as yours did. You walked towards him, still keeping a distance though. "Can I have my cat back?"

He looked down and remembered he had Luna in his arms all along. Carrying her around just felt natural to him now. "Only if we can talk first." You rolled your eyes and were about to walk away until he grabbed your arm and dragged you to another room.

"This kinda reminds me of my parent's divorce for some reason. You know, fighting for child custody and shit." Avni mumbled without thinking.

Sasha giggled a bit, "And the child in question is Luna."

Mikasa nudged both of them before losing her composure and laughing as well, "You guys are lost causes."

"Jean, let go," you say sternly, "I don't wanna talk right now." He let Luna down, still holding onto your hand. He dragged you into a closet down the hall and closed the door behind you two. "What-"

He covered your mouth with his hand and looked around for a light switch. He found one and turned the lights on, they were warm-temperate lights that made the tight closet cozier.

He let go of your mouth but kept his hands near the door handle, knowing you'd want to get out. "Move out of the way. I wanna shower, I feel disgusting."

"You have plenty of time to shower, I wanna talk to you. I've missed you these past two days." He stared down at you, noticing the black cargo pants you were wearing fit you so perfectly while the brown flannel you wore over your black tank top suited your complexion so well.

"We also have plenty of time to talk later. Now if you'll excuse me," you said while trying to shove past him. He didn't budge. You didn't want to do it, but you weren't ready to talk to him yet, so you swiftly took your knife out of the holster that wrapped around your waist and held it near his abdomen. "Please move out the way, I don't want to talk."

"You look so beautiful Y/N," he admired while looking at you, not caring about the knife pressing against him. You looked into his eyes and watched them sparkle as he maintained eye contact. He stared into yours, seeing nothing but his reflection.

Distracted by his beautiful light brown orbs, you didn't notice or feel the knife not being in your grasp anymore. You were about to put it back and at that moment, but you realized Jean had taken it from you and kept it around his waist instead.

"That stung a little," he said, lifting his shirt a little to see the mark the knife left. You backed up and looked away as he checked. Well, you occasionally side-eyed him, trying to check if you made a mark.

He didn't lift much, but under his shirt revealed a toned ab v-line. It was obvious he was fit and had a great body, despite not seeing all of it yet, it still caught you off-guard. You narrowed your eyes to see some smeared blood in the revealed area. It came from your knife, a hundred percent. You didn't think you were pressing it against him that hard.

"I can see you staring," he smirked.

This pretentious fucker.

You looked away and leaned against the wall, "Are you letting me leave now or what?"

He shrugged and opened the door. After making eye contact again and realizing he was actually letting you out, you walked towards the door. He leaned towards you and whispered in your ear, causing you to get the chills and freeze up because of how close he was. "We'll talk later then," he smiled before walking away as well.

You stood there and turned around to see Valerie looking directly at you. "Hey Valerie," you smiled, trying to convince yourself that she shouldn't be who you're supposed to lash out on. "Did you need something?"

She shook her head, "No." Valerie walked closer to you and spoke quietly, "Are you and Jean together?"

You didn't quite know what to answer. "I think so. He's confusing me though."

She nodded and smiled, "Thanks for letting me know." You watched her walk away before grabbing some towels and getting into the shower.

The lukewarm water hit your body and put it at ease. You massaged your scalp thoroughly before applying the Aveeno shampoo you grabbed during previous supply runs. You didn't care that you were taking a lot of time in there, you needed this.

You watched the dirt, dried blood and who knows what else go down the drain. It disgusted you as you never went so long without washing yourself, but it was how everyone lived now. You felt so much better though, you got to be clean again, got some time alone after a while and thought about some of the things that happened over the past few days.

The thought of how the group treated you and Avni compared to Tyler, Dan and Valerie was on your mind along with other things. You didn't understand why the group didn't have you under intense supervision like how the new people were. There were different answers you came up with on your own, like how maybe they already saw Avni and you fighting off walkers in the neighbourhood, or maybe, they just liked the way you two got along with everyone so easily.

The life you had before the apocalypse was something constantly thought of. You missed it just as much as everyone else did. Shuji crossed your mind for a bit and you almost laughed. There was no way he wasn't alive during this shit, he would've found it so amusing.

Jean was also on your mind. You already knew Jean had an addicting personality and aura, you were caught up in it yourself so you couldn't blame Valerie for falling for him as well. You just wanted to know if Jean was aware of how she felt, it would answer a lot.

You upset yourself by thinking about him again and got out of the shower, getting hit with some fresh air again. The steam condensed on the mirror causing it to fog up. You took in that it would've been a better idea to keep the fan on while you were in there.

You wiped the fog off the mirror and just looked at yourself holding up the white towel around your body. You didn't recognize the reflection you were staring at. This wasn't who you used to be at all. There was no light in your eyes, as if you weren't excited to see another day anymore. You stared at the mirror, waiting to see even a little resemblance of your past self but you were a whole new person now. You gave up on being someone and you hated it.

"This isn't you," you mumbled in disgust. "The Y/N before this would despise you. Snap out of it."

You got yourself together and stepped out of the bathroom, into the hallway. After closing the door behind you, you looked up to see Jean. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweats and he was drying his wet hair while walking to his room. You rolled your eyes, "Of course he's with her."

You noticed some ginger hair bouncing right next to him and instantly figured out it was Valerie. Her hair was also wet. Avni and Eren walked down from the opposite side of the hallway. They were about to just go downstairs to find something to eat until they saw Jean and Valerie walking in front of you, not noticing your presence.

"How many bathrooms are in this house?" You asked as soon as you realized they were next to you. Eren thought about it for a second before answering, "I'm pretty sure there's four. Three upstairs and one in the basement."

You noticed Avni's hair wrapped in a towel while Eren's was damp and down. "Which bathrooms did you guys shower in?"

Avni pointed to a big room where the bathroom was inside it. "Me and Mikasa used the one in the room across from where you're sleeping tonight," Eren answered.

"Do you think they showered together?" You instigated, glaring at Valerie laughing with Jean. Avni and Eren both looked at them, each other, you and then each other again.

Not knowing what to answer, Avni shrugged, "I don't think so? You took a while in there. Plus, I think Connie, Sasha, Marco, Tyler and Dan still have to shower. They probably used different ones, I don't think he's that stupid."

"She's right, he wouldn't do that if he has eyes for you," Eren continued. "I've known him for a while, he clearly cares about you, even I can see that."

"Well, it looks like he doesn't. Look at them," the three of you turned to see Valerie giggling while lightly touching his arm. "'Heheheehe'," you imitated, "Like shut up? Nothing sounds funny from over here."

Avni and Eren tried to keep their composure knowing you were upset. Your slander did make them want to laugh though, but they knew it wouldn't be a good idea.

"She's gonna get killed if she keeps this up. She asked me if we were together," you ranted, keeping yourself quiet. "How's she all up over him when I literally fucking told her I think we are!?"

Avni rubbed your back trying to comfort you, "Can I drag her?" You shook your head even though you wanted to do it yourself.

You exhaled and muttered under your breath, "The wrong sister got ripped apart. It should've been her." You hoped no one heard you but the sound of Avni wheezing and Eren's look on his face, it was clear they did hear it.

Avni laughed to herself for a bit while Eren's eyes were wide open, trying to keep himself together unlike the shorter girl beside you two. "Wow, that was dark Y/N," he chuckled.

"Didn't want you to hear that. My bad," you said quietly, rolling your eyes.

The laughing caught Jean and Valerie's attention. His heartbeat raced when he saw you. He was about to walk towards you three before Valerie pulled his arm back. The look in her eyes pissed you off so you walked away. "Just a second, I gotta talk to her," he said quickly.

Valerie watched him walk quickly to catch up to you. She was about to follow him as well before Avni leaned against the wall, blocking her way. "Let's leave them alone for a bit. How about we go eat?" Avni looked at her with a malicious smirk on her face, intimidating Valerie to have no choice but to obey and go down to eat with everyone else.

You were about to shut the room door but he slid in, closing the door behind him. He was about to talk to you in the room until he saw Mikasa and Sasha on the bed staring at you both in confusion.

"Uh," he started, "Nevermind, sorry. Continue." He took your hand again and walked back into the hallway with you.

"My towel's slipping. Slow down," you said, trying to get him to let go of you so you could make a run for it to, first of all, put something on, second, to avoid Jean.

"I'd like to see that," he replied with a smug look on his face. He noticed you looked away, trying to hide the fact you were flustered. It made him smile until he saw Tyler was behind you two at a distance.

He rolled his eyes and exhaled before turning around. He lifted the towel higher, having it rest right above your chest. He tucked the extra fabric in between your skin and what was covering it. You looked at him to notice he held eye contact with Tyler until he was done fixing your towel.

He pulled you into his room. You looked around and wow, these rooms were bigger than you thought. There was a king bed in the center of the room with two night tables on each side. There was a twin sized-mattress that was pulled out from somewhere and placed in front of the bed. Your eyes wandered to see where the mattress could have come from, you saw Connie poke his head from inside the closet and Marco casually sitting on the bed minding his own business.

"Guys," Jean called. The two of them instantly got the message, you heard a "yup" coming from Connie and an "okay" coming from Marco, both at the same time. He moved the both of you away from the door and waited for them to get out.

"You smell nice," he tried to converse. "I don't know, probably because I just showered," you said sarcastically.

He rubbed his nape, "Uh. How was it? You were in there for a long time."

You raised a brow, he wasn't getting to the point so you decided to get there for him. "Yeah, it was okay. How was your's with 'Val?'"

"Huh? How'd you know she asked?" He asked. You clenched your jaw and poked your tongue against your cheek in anger. You wanted to punch him. He seemed to notice your anger and began to clarify, "Wait, no no no, you got it wrong. She asked, I said no."

You rolled your eyes and tried to get out the way again. "I swear, you can ask Connie too. He saw it."

"Okay, I'll ask Connie myself later." You sat down at the edge of the bed and lowered yourself onto the mattress. "So you're aware she likes you, right?" You looked at Jean hovering around you, he nodded.

You covered your face with both hands to get it together and sat up again. He knew about what Valerie felt about him, yet he stayed around her after he told you he was falling for you. He let Valerie caress him the same way you did at one point and it made you uncomfortable. After all, it's not like you two were together anyway. God, you wished you could forget his words. You got up from the bed, "I got my answer. Conversation's over."

He stopped you, "Who said it was over? I didn't even get to talk Y/N."

"Yeah, I know, you didn't have to say anything at all. I just needed to ask one thing, I'm done now." You wanted to distance yourself from him at this point. You wanted to hide the fact you felt something for him and pretend as if nothing was going on between you two.

Jean grabbed your hand, not just one, both of them. You lost balance and fell backwards, onto the bed once again. He had your hands pinned over your head as he kept his balance above you as well. "You're very stubborn, did you know that?"

You didn't want to make eye contact with him considering the position you were in right now. So much for distancing yourself.

"Look at me Y/N, come on." You did. Again.

"I put everything aside and begged everyone to give you a chance. You're stupid if you think I'm letting go of you." Another thing you were wondering about got answered. Jean influenced the group to bring you in, it's why no one was harsh with you.

"You also gave Valerie and them a chance," you brought up in a hushed tone.

He matched your voice, "That was different. They were about to get eaten alive."

"We were about to as well, Jean. It's similar, very fucking similar." You tried to squirm your way out of his grip until you gave up, remembering you had one last question to ask. "Do you like her?" He looked away. "Jean, do you like her?"

"No." He answered without meeting your eyes.

"You're hesitating." Your heart dropped and your head was starting to hurt. You were known to be strong, you never showed anyone how you truly felt about anything, but something about this hurt you. "Jean, let go of me."

"It's only you! You're the only one, dammit," he raised his voice. His features were starting to look more serious than smug, his demeanour was starting to get tense.

His ash-brown hair covered his face for the most part but you can see his eyes grew more intense. You felt his right hand's grip tighten around your wrist and his chest was visibly rising at a rapid pace. He rolled his eyes and tilted his head back, moving his hair out of the way before muttering, "Fuck Y/N, you don't understand what you do to me."

"You have a way with words Kirstein, I'll give you that." The way you looked at him pissed him off. He wanted to wipe the smug look off your face so bad.

"But the way you fucking act says otherwise," you said bitterly. Your gaze lowered to his lower abdomen, where you unintentionally pierced his skin. "I don't know if I believe you."

"Let me prove it."

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He let go of your hands and you hung both your arms over his shoulders as leverage to pull him closer. His left knee pressed into the edge of the mattress, resting in the gap between your thighs.

You weren't sure why you were letting this happen again, knowing he wasn't going to prove shit. Maybe you were caught up in the moment, maybe you missed him too, maybe you didn't want to feel lonely. Maybe part of you hoped he would help you believe that you truly are the only one.

With all the built-up tension, Jean attached his lips to yours, instantly tangling his tongue with yours as if he was longing for this moment. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, keeping you in his control as he moved in sync with you.

With ease, he let his back hit the mattress and pulled you on top of him. You felt your towel slightly lower down from where it was resting before– not that you were worried about it slipping completely anyway.

While one hand was grasping your hair, the other was on your ass, rubbing and squeezing you occasionally. He pulled out the kiss, panting and smiling. You needed a break too, he quite literally took your breath away every time. "You're like a drug Y/N, you know that?"

You rested your forehead on his and couldn't stop looking at his beautiful smile. You were so caught up with it, you almost didn't feel him harden underneath you– it didn't go unnoticed though.

You slowly dragged your hand down his chest and to his abdomen. While doing so, you felt him tense up beneath you. "Did it hurt?" You mumbled.

He knew exactly what you were talking about. He felt you trace the dent near his v-line and his smile grew bigger, "Not at all. You can do whatever you want to me." He started kissing your neck, soon sucking on the skin causing you to gasp. "You have me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it," he said against your skin.

As he mumbled against your skin, you felt his finger trail beneath your towel. "I wanna make you feel good. May I?" he asked.

You made eye contact with him and smiled sheepishly, "What are you waiting for Kirstein?"

He smirked before sitting up, you straddled his lap, feeling his bulge right beneath your pussy. Your thighs were held tightly by both his rough hands as he picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed.

Jean leaned in, slowly connecting his lips with yours as one hand was kept on your thigh. You noted his hands were always so cold and pulled out of the kiss, however, he started placing kisses along the side of your jaw and neck once again. "Your hands are always so cold," you said in a hushed tone.

His face expressed obvious lust when he looked back at you. His eyes were soft, sparkling like no other, his cheeks were tinted pink and he only had his attention on you. Or so you thought. "I'll be honest, I didn't hear a single thing you just said," he confessed.

You both smiled and he placed his lips onto yours again. Truth is, the moment washed over him quickly, he wasn't paying attention or listening to anything. He meant it when he said you were like a drug– you were just as addicting.

His hands continued to trace up your skin smoothly. He loosened the towel and pulled out of the kiss again, waiting on consent; you nodded, reassuring him this was more than okay with you.

He gently took the towel off and tossed it onto the room's floor. Jean hovered over you for a moment to admire what was currently beneath him. He spread your thighs apart, pinning them onto the bed. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Jean kissed the side of your head once more before he disappeared between your legs. He sucked the skin on your thighs, you just knew he was going to leave a mark there. His tongue pressed against your pussy and flicked it at the top of your clit. You instantly arched your back at the contact, also gripping onto the sheets beneath you.

Your breath staggered and got heavier as each second passed. You felt him grin against your vulva before he hummed against you, sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, now tugging on his hair. You continue to feel his shit-eating, smug smile before he vanishes beneath you again.

Jean used your moans as an aid to figuring out just what you liked. He started flicking his tongue against you again and only moved faster after that point, sucking your already sensitive clit harder all at the same time.

His tongue remained where it was and you felt him put two fingers into you. Jean curled his fingers and began pumping them inside of you slowly. He slowly picked up the pace whilst licking your secretions around your vagina.

He lifted his head, now solely focusing on making you come with his fingers. Jean picked up the pace rapidly and figured you were enjoying it once he heard your whimpering and felt your body twitch underneath him because of the pleasure.

He managed to find your g-spot continuously hit it with only his fingers. Your back arched and you tried backing away by straightening your legs. You let out a lewd moan, which leads to your mouth getting covered by his free hand instantly.

"Can't have anyone hearing us doll," he snickered, still thrusting his fingers inside of you. You nodded and he lifted his hand from your face, placing your right leg over his shoulder so you wouldn't try running off again.

You were spiralling up to your orgasm. "Don't stop," you barely let out as tears formed in your eyes and your legs trembled profusely. "Fuck, I'm-"

He looked down at you, smirking at how he had you under his control, absolutely submissive for him. He leaned forward, hovering over your face. "Go on," he says huskily before meeting your lips.

Pleasure rushed over you, completely fogging up your mind. You twitched beneath him as soon as you felt your guts untie. Jean's lips being connected to yours suppressed your moans; you knew you were supposed to keep quiet however you couldn't help but be loud– he just made you feel that good.

You reached your climax and released, ejaculate dripped onto the mattress, around your leg, and covered Jean's entire hand. He continued moving his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm.

Once he realized you've reached your high, he sat up beside you, licking the fluid that dripped down his fingers. "You taste great by the way. I could get used to this," he mentioned, unphased and nonchalantly.

You lay on the mattress, trying to catch your breath. You shut your eyes in an attempt to cool down. You were exhausted and you had only gotten head, he was too fucking good at it.

You heard rustling right beside you and opened your right eye to take a peek at what Jean was doing. There you saw him, opening a condom packet. He glanced at you and shrugged at your confused expression. He knew what you were wondering. "Supply run. Thought I needed them with you around. Seems like I was right," he admitted proudly.

"Oh really?" You chuckled, closing your eyes again and covering them with your left arm. "Aren't you smart."

You sat up again, initiating another kiss. He crept between your legs to lay on top of you, reciprocating the deep kisses back. You felt his cock from within his sweatpants, subtly dry humping your pussy.

You pulled out of the kiss and pulled on the waistband of his sweats. "I'm ready."

Jean tugged on the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. You knew Jean had a great body, it was only natural his dick would also look just as good. You were amazed by it— a thick girth, insanely long, as veiny as it gets and the tip of his cock oozed with precum. Taking a look at his size made you nervous.

He put the condom on and began gliding the tip of his cock above your pussy, not putting it in yet. You pressed your lips together, concealing any quiet moans. "Quit being a tease. You're so- Fuck!" You were just about to throw an insult at him before he caught you off-guard by doing as you told.

He slid his cock into you easily due to your slickness, yet he still had to apply some pressure because of his size, and the fact you were tight—considering you haven't had sex in a while. The sudden contact had you dug your nails into his shoulders, making him chuckle.

Jean bit his bottom lip and smirked, also raising his brows. Sadistic motherfucker. "I'm so what, huh?"

"I don't fucking like you," you spat, taking the chance whilst you were still getting used to his size.

He rolled his hips forward, causing you to jolt. "Yeah yeah, I know," he grinned.

Once you felt you were ready, you tapped his shoulder twice, letting him know as well. He moved your right leg and lined it up against his torso. It was now in the air as your foot was just resting on his shoulder.

He placed one hand on your hip and the other gripped onto your leg and began thrusting into you. "Fuck," he gasped.

Jean picked up the pace pretty quickly, already figuring out you liked it better that way. You felt every inch of him filling you up; he effortlessly brushed your cervix with his cock sliding in and out of you.

You had your arms around him, hands on his back and nails digging into his skin, unintentionally scratching his back. He wasn't phased by this, it aroused him more. With every thrust, your leg would naturally bend and slide off his torso because of the constant shaking of overstimulation.

You could no longer keep your leg in the air and wrapped it around his waist instead. Rather than leaving his shoulders empty, you placed your right arm around him, your hand was now gripping onto his opposite shoulder. You lifted yourself using your free left elbow, now being extremely close to him—chest to chest, moving in sync.

"Shiiitt," he groaned whilst smiling. It drove him crazy, he started thrusting at a faster pace, ramming into you harder at the same time. You restrained your moans, trying to be as quiet as you could by subtly biting into his shoulder. Once again, it just continued to turn him on.

All the room projected was the echo of your skin coming in contact with his, and the heavy breathing exhaling from you both.

Jean kept pumping in and out of you at a rapid pace, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. You dropped back onto the mattress and were incapable of making any noise, besides only chanting his name, absolutely fucked out.

Your orgasm was creeping up on you quickly. The more Jean thrust, the closer you got. He was quite literally fucking you into oblivion. He continued to slide his cock in and out of you, balls deep each time.

It didn't take long for you to reach your climax. You spasmed around Jean's cock as he was still thrusting in you. The warm ejaculate dripped onto him and on your thighs. It was clear you finished before him as he kept stroking.

Your legs started to shake more, he'd overstimulated you to the max. His cock started to twitch, and his breath was staggered. He was about to come, it was obvious as his strokes also started to become sloppier. You squeezed around his cock, aiding him to ride out his orgasm, just as he did with yours.

"Fuck," he groaned almost too loud before pulling out and crashing onto the mattress. The both of you were exhausted, trying to catch your breaths. "Holy shit, you're perfect."

"You're not that bad yourself," you smiled, earning a genuine laugh from Jean as well.

"I'll be back. Just a second." He kissed your lips Jean put his sweats back on and walked over to the bathroom. He tossed the condom out, washed himself and his hands before he came back out. He brought two towels with him, wet and dry.

He didn't take that long in the bathroom, however, you could've fallen asleep right there and then. You haven't felt this pleased or satisfied in a while.

You opened your eyes again once you felt the wet towel getting dragged on your thigh. As he was cleaning you, the towel made contact with your sensitive clit again, making your entire body twitch at the contact.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He laughed and placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving your question unanswered.

Jean walked back to his side of the bed. While he was doing so, you noticed a black Chinese dragon tatted on the right side of his back. It was beautiful, its tail stopped at his waist and its head was on his bicep. Although the dragon was black, beautiful flowers were surrounding it in red ink.

Along with the dragon on his back, you also noticed the scratches on his back, caused by none other than you.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," you mentioned while he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, facing away from you.

He barely turned his head. You were only being able to see half his face, you could still see his scrunched eyebrow and confused expression though. "Huh? Seriously?" He questioned. You saw him smirk and just knew something else was coming up. "I mean, it's pretty fucking big, I think you're just blind at this point."

Knew it.

Your eyesight was a little shitty, so naturally, you wanted to defend yourself for it. "I'm not blind. It's always hidden anyway, how was I supposed to know?"

He chuckled at your defensiveness. "I know, I know. I was just kidding." He hopped back into bed beside you. Jean kept pecking kisses all over your skin, he really couldn't stay off you.

"Was that your first tat?" You asked, curious to know if he had any more.

He paused and laughed. "Nope. This one was." He brought his left hand forward and folded his fingers down, besides his middle finger. On the side of his middle finger was inked 'MARCO'S BITCH,' in black ink.

You couldn't help but chuckle at it. "I'm assuming there's a story behind this?"

"Correct. We were drinking one night with some of our other friends. This one girl brought her stick and poke kit," he explained. "Yeah, everyone else was in the pool and we got out hands on that kit. I drew a dick on him and he wrote this."

"A dick? Seriously," you scoffed in amusement. He nodded, "Yeah, a dick."

Not even a few minutes later, the both of you passed out in each others' arms for the night. Your head was tucked into his chest as his arms were wrapped around you—holding you tight and keeping you warm.

The following morning Jean woke up in an empty bed. He shot out of bed, looking for you, only to realize you were in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you.

You looked into the mirror, "God, I don't even have anything to cover this shit up," you complained.

Jean observed you and what you were talking about. It was a hickey on your nape. "Why would you wanna cover it up?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"You're asking me why..?" You questioned, facing him. "It's not like we're together or anything. Ring a bell? Yeah."

"Woah, don't pull that shit on me," he said, looking down at you almost tensely.

"I didn't. You did."

He pulled you closer and kept his hands on your waist. "Y/N, shut up. You're mine."

You looked up at him. Took him long enough to say that. "Okay okay. Now let go, I have to shower."

He smirked whilst still holding onto you. He leaned in and buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Another round in the shower?"

You could feel his grin against your neck. "No. I'm tired and wanna walk properly today, thank you very much," you smiled while pushing his chest teasingly. "You could join me if you wish though."

"Boo," he said monotony, "Walking's overrated." He still gave in and got into the shower with you. It was clear, he did not want to be away from you anymore.

After getting out of the shower, the both of you went downstairs to join the others. You met the group in the family room, each holding a cup of what smelled like coffee.

Mikasa and Armin sat on one couch while Eren was sitting on the ground in front of her. He was getting his hair braided while talking to Armin. Sasha was on a bigger couch, her head was on Connie's lap and he was massaging her head. Avni was napping on the other side of the sofa, turned away from everyone else. Sasha's legs were stretched out behind her back, vice versa.

Marco held onto Luna as he was sitting on the third couch. Dan was sitting next to Marco and you noticed he was looking at Luna, almost as if he was eager to hold her as well. The freckled male noticed and passed her to him. You smiled after seeing Dan smile once she was in his hands.

"They all looked so relaxed and happy," you whispered, receiving a nod from Jean and a soft smile on his face. "I hope it could stay this way."

You looked around and realized two people were missing. Valerie and Tyler. Considering they're new, you thought everyone should've kept a close eye on them, but you were wrong. Before you turned around, Connie called you two. "Yo! Jean and Cat Lady, come sit!" Jean took your hand and you followed him.

Marco got up, "I'll get you two some coffee," he smiled. You thanked him and told him there wasn't a need but he insisted. Jean sat on the ground, telling you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa Marco just got up from. You sat down, realizing there was still space for Marco to squeeze in as well; if there wasn't, you'd sit next to Jean.

He came back with your coffee and it was amazing. You missed grabbing some coffee from Starbucks before your classes every day. Looking back at it, you probably spent a little too much money there.

Luna crawled into your lap and made herself comfortable there. You were so glad you had more people to watch over her now, well, apart from Connie but he'll get there. He didn't hate the Siberian kitten, he was just scared of her. Besides, knowing him, you knew that he only had good intentions and wouldn't hesitate to save Luna if there ever was any trouble.

"I feel like I have two children," Connie exhaled, looking at Avni and Sasha before smiling unintentionally. "But her head's fucking heavy, my legs are dying."

"You finally know how I feel now, huh?" Marco snapped back, remembering how Connie compared him to his mother one night. The group laughed at Marco's remark, everyone knew the children he was implying were Sasha and Connie.

"What's with Sasha and Avni?" Jean asked.

The entire group turned to Connie, thinking he would know but he shrugged. "I know Sasha came down to the basement because she heard things and wanted to get away from it. I don't know about Avni."

Jean turned around to face you slowly and you looked at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. You made eye contact with him before he chuckled and looked away. Yup, Sasha heard you guys.

Mikasa looked confused, "I didn't hear anything last night, I was in the same room."

Armin crossed his legs, "Maybe it was just something outside. Her hearing's a double-edged sword, I feel bad."

Jean continued to suppress his laughter. He tilted his head back and rested it in your lap as you sat criss-cross on the sofa. He looked at you and winked, causing you to smile and caress his cheeks.

The group talked to each other for a while until they heard knocking at the front door. You were closest to it and you assumed it would just be Valerie and Tyler coming back from wherever they went.

You were caught completely off-guard.

There was a gun in your face as soon as you opened the door, held by a short man with straight black hair in an undercut curtain. He had zero expression besides a scowl on his face. His intimidating grey eyes weren't making it any better either. He was wearing a light grey shirt with a black blazer and black pants.

Behind him stood another man. He was much taller and looked much more muscular. He had neat blonde hair parted to the left and his eyes were icy blue; extremely hard to avoid. They reminded you of Armin's eyes in a way. You noticed he didn't have one of his arms as his shirt's arm blew with the wind. He wore a white button-up over a light grey undershirt. Almost the same outfit as the shorter man's, however, his shirt was unbuttoned.

Right beside him stood another person. They had light brown eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair that was in an untidy ponytail. Their bands were parted down the middle, well, most of their bangs fell on the right. Underneath the bangs, was a black eyepatch on their left eye. They wore an army green button-down that was untucked from their black pants.

There were other people behind them, however, you didn't pay much attention to them. You realized that these people were older than you and your group; not by much, but they surely were. Not to mention, they were injured one way or another, the eyepatch and the man without his right arm.

"Who are you guys?" You asked despite having a gun pointed at you.

Something in you just told you he wouldn't kill you. His eyes had softened once he got a better look at you, he definitely wouldn't.

The one with the brown ponytail had questions of their own though.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in our farmhouse?"

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I’m in Love with A Stripper pt. 1 (FINISHED VERSION)

(Kirishima x Stripper! Reader)

(Art by @sandiestcupid on Instagram)

(part 2)

Kirishima waited patiently by the back door nodding to every lady that trickled out of the building until, finally, you drifted out.

A smile lit up his face as you shuffled towards him in your comfy fuzzy slides.

“Hey Little Bit.”

“Hey Big Red.” You shot back.

You’d long since given up on tryin to convince your friend to stop calling you Little Bit. It was a futile attempt anyway because everyone was “little” to the mammoth that was Kirishima Eijirou. The man was six foot five inches of pure bulking muscle, making him the perfect bouncer and personal bodyguard for the strip club you worked at.

“What’s the move for tonight, babe?” Kirishima asked, grabbing your duffel bag and carrying it to the car for you.

“The move is bed,” you replied, wearily, “we’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

“Damn, already?” He frowned as he held the passenger door to his red Wrangler open for you.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked and busy all day.”

“Fine. Am I spending the night again?”

“Might as well.” You replied.

“Fine, but I better get a deluxe suit if I have to suffer on that pull out.” The man grimaced.

“Oh please! You love my pull out.”

“Love is a strong word, Pebbles.” Kirishima shot you an amused grin, making you giggle.

This was the occasional routine for you two and it had been for a while.

It was common to have issues with stalkers and creeps as a dancer, but it was a completely different thing to come home to one of those stalkers jacking off on your door knob. Luckily that was where Kirishima had stepped in.

He’d noticed the weirdo tailing you one night after you left the club, and decided to follow you both just to be safe. Even after you had split off to get some gas, Kirishima had kept on the stalker’s tail as he continued on to your apartment.

Needless to say you were shocked to see some hairy asshole getting his face bashed in by the bouncer.

From that night on, Kirishima became more vigilant over not only all the other girls, but you especially. After the incident, he reported the customer, getting them banned. He also made sure you got home safely, greeted you when you came in, and even took you to and from work for a short while after the incident.

Eventually, a friendship grew between the two of you and you guys began hanging out outside of work as well. It was scary letting Kirishima know about your side hustle at first, but in true Kirishima fashion, he was a perfect gentleman about it.

“Hey, who am to judge?” He’d beamed at you. “As long as you’re being safe about it, who cares?” He’d shrugged, “although I will say; you should get some sort of protection for yourself if you’re gonna be meeting with these guys.”

To which you replied: “How bout you?”

That’s how Kirishima became not only one of your closest friends, but also your personal security guard whenever you met up with your clients.

He was with you so often for your appointments, that he’d begun staying the night at your place occasionally; even keeping clothes at your apartment.

“Alright sleeping beauty, here we are.” Kirishima announced, jogging you out of your sleep as he pulled into a guest parking spot. “Let’s get you inside since we have a big morning ahead of us.”

You groaned as Kirishima climbed out of the truck and got your bag from the back seat. When the burly man opened your door, you stretched out your arms to him, giving a pout that made his heart flutter.

“Carry me, my feet hurt.” You whined.

Kirishima’s heart melted into a puddle as he reached in to pull you out.

“Alright, alright you big baby. Come on.”

He carried you easily up the stairs to your apartment. By the time the man got you into your bedroom you were already knocked back out. He settled you against the bedspread and admired your face, soft with slumber.

Damn you were beautiful.

Sweet, and funny, and hard working. You were everything a man could want in a woman, and he felt fortunate just to be your friend. Still, his eyes ran down your supple body as his thoughts turned less wholesome, he wondered how much longer he could keep watching you fuck other men. Giving yourself away to guys who were below you. That didn’t deserve you and couldn’t give you the type of love and protection he could.

“Kiri?” You muttered, sleepily. His heart leapt.

“Yes, Pebbles?”

“Will you cuddle with me?”

The suggestion of being pressed against your soft, little body made his dick strain in his pants.

“You sure, y/n?”

“Mmhhmm...”

“Fine,” he smiled. Stripping off his shirt and down to his boxers, Kirishima slid under the soft sheets behind you, and crushed your body close.

You sighed, softly. “You’re so warm, Red...”

He let his hand settle on your round hip and pressed closer against you, fighting to keep his erection down.

“You too, y/n. Now go to sleep.”

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Nervous eyes shifted to the huge man standing over your shoulder glowering.

“This is my bodyguard, Kirishima.” You announced, cheerily.

“I’ll just be making sure things go smoothly.” The burly redhead added. He touched the gun in the waistband of his jeans. “Otherwise I’ll be out of your way.”

His usually bright voice was void of all its humor and friendliness.

“Uh, ok.” The man nodded skittishly.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him from Kirishima’s room in the conjoined suite and over to your side. You threw a conspiratorial wink over your shoulder at Kirishima and he shot one back.

Once the door closed, he headed back into his room and flipped down on the bed, turning on the t.v. He wondered how long you would take. After all he had to get the timing right.

Five minutes later, the big man stood from the bed and crept to the door that connected your rooms. He pressed an ear to the door, but couldn’t hear much besides muffled movements.

Quietly he cracked the door and scoped out your position. When he spotted you on your knees in front of your client, he bit his lip.

“Look at you,” you teased, “you’re shaking you want to me suck it so bad.”

“Mmm, please, I c-can hold out a li-little while longer.”

“Oh?” Your pretty pink tongue trailed up the side of the man’s dick and you gripped his balls. “Can you? You seem ready to burst and I haven’t even throated you yet.”

Kirishima’s Ruby eyes narrowed and he rubbed his own growing erection through his pants. He loved hearing you talk shit like that. After all, he knew you could back it up.

“What if I just took the head in? Could you handle yourself then?”

And then you did. The client’s breath caught and his eyes rolled back.

Kirishima suppressed a moan a spike of desire and pure envy shot through him simultaneously. He could only imagine what that warm, sweet mouth of yours would feel like wrapped around his thick dick.

After another three minutes of teasing, the man’s dick was engulfed in the your mouth while he held your head in place and pumped you along.

“Fuck yes~yesss, y/n~”

The man moaned. Kirishima pretended it was him. He slowly pulled out his heavy cock and supported himself against the door frame as his large hand pumped his length. He pretended it was your hot mouth. Pretended he was the way grabbing your head and praising you while you moaned and choked on his manhood.

Y/n...

He thought.

He squeezed himself, feeling his nut coming as you loudly slurped and groaned. If he was fucking your mouth you’d barely be able to breath, let alone make all that noise...he would have made sure of it. He grit his sharp teeth.

I’d cum all down that greedy throat. You perfect little cumslut.

Fuck, he was coming. The harder and faster you gulped that asshole’s dick, the more intense his nut built up.

Finally, Kirishima felt his orgasm exploding. He came in the tissue he’d kept on hand and watched as you smiled at your client, wiping your mouth.

Such a good girl. So Perfect.

He thought.

“That was amazing.” The man sighed. “You’re amazing, y/n.”

“I try.” You giggled.

“You succeed.” The guy handed you another roll of bills. “I’ll definitely be doing business with you again.”

“Thank you, baby. Have a good day.”

“I certainly will!” The man replied, there was a bright look in his eyes and finally he left.

Kirishima snuck back into his room before you could knock at his door. No doubt about to let him know you were done with client number one. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a long work day.

For the next hour, Kirishima imagined himself in all manner of provocative positions with you as you serviced your clients.

There was the big guy who liked to be spanked and rode cow girl style. The short man who wanted to be spat on. The beanpole who had you step on him and drip hot wax down his back. The bow legged guy who fucked you doggy style until you were cross eyed. Finally there was shower guy, who insisted on fucking you in the shower.

Thank god for the running water because Kirishima was practically crying with pleasure as he shot off yet another nut to the thought of himself in those douchebag’s positions.

Dammit, Pebbles. You’re such a fucking little freak. Fucking all these men without a break.

It seemed it took nothing for you to keep going and going. The man wiped his sweat slick forehead with thoughts of your beautiful, naked body bouncing on different dicks.

These guys weren’t good enough for you. None of them. They couldn’t fuck you right if you were able to keep going like this.

No, no, no.

You needed a real man to tame you. Someone who could handle every bit of your energy and throw it right back at you until you were begging him to stop. Until you were sore and sobbing from how good it hurt.

You needed a man like him. He just wondered if you would realize it on your own, or if he’d have to make you.

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Apocalypse.

I met a guy, who could not die,

He said his life was not his own,

To leave behind, a grieving mind,

And squabbling over dust and bone.

I met a lady, dark and shady,

She said her life was dull and drear,

She said her child, was running wild,

Because, for her, she was not there.

I met a tramp, he was cold and damp,

As he trudged beneath a midnight sky,

He said the dead, spoke in his head,

While the living, silent, passed him by.

I met a nun, all bleak and glum,

She said she had to run away,

All dressed in black, she n'er looked back,

And the angels wept, all wet and grey.

I met a wounded Christ, on a holy tryst,

As He dragged His cross across the sand,

And blood poured red, from His thorn pierced head,

And ran freely from His feet and hands.

I met Old Nick, on a crooked stick,

He said he no more wished to sin,

The battles blood, upon which he stood,

Was from a war no side could win.

I met a friar, atop a spire,

The wind blew through his tattered robes,

He donned his shroud, on a wind-blown cloud,

And his halo was the lightnings strobes.

I met a miser, ( non the wiser ),

As he gathered up his golden hoard,

Little knowing, ( where he was going ),

They did not charge for bed and board.

I met an angler, and a cowboy wrangler,

As they ate a meal of fish and beef,

The cowboy roped, on a hilly slope,

And the angler fished from a rocky reef.

I met a child, unkempt and wild,

As he swung upon a creaking swing,

Though of tender years, he shed no tears,

And he n'er would see the morning in.

Into a mirror, I looked in terror,

And I saw my whole life flashing past,

I had seen the world, all smudged and blurred,

And the ghosts I'd seen would be my last.

It's hard to try, and reason why,

Our lives are torn and streaked with rust,

Our hopes and dreams, life-bearing streams,

Our fields all blown away in dust.

©Ambrose Harte

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not to be nsfw on main but

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

right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for

that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not?

- It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!

You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label

on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so

difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer,

have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta

weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke

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

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

We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen,

everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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