#my cousin is on the deck talking to our other cousin and i don’t want disturb her

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

This is a direct follow up to Story #387, Story #389, and Story #394. It is strongly advised that you read those stories first.

#400

“There he is!  Timothy Stone, get on up here!...  Welcome aboard!  Welcome to the Zelus.  I see you are impressed with my tiny tugboat.  Ha! Ha!  I love looking at reactions of new passengers.  You ever been on a yacht this big?

“It’s sixty-nine feet, and enough power to get us around the entire Bahamas and back here to West Palm Beach.  It has four staterooms and two crew quarters.  You get one of them.  Sorry, with the entire executive team here each of us will get our own stateroom. 

“Let me text Lloyd to take us out of the marina.  All of us have been here for some time.  No, don’t worry about it.  I told you to be here at three, and it’s five ‘til three.  No, we’ve been having fun with our new faggot we got tied up….

“You want a drink?...  I have this cognac that I was given in Vegas the other day by a potential client.  I haven’t tried it yet.

“Ahh we are moving.  We should be out of the marina in a few minutes.

“Here you go….  Cheers!  …Ahhh!  Smooth.  I’m not a fan of cognac, but this is pretty good.  It should be.  Courvoisier Mizunara is supposed to be one of the best out there.  On the shelves it’s worth $2,500.  But shit, I couldn’t tell that from a $100 bottle.  Bourbon is more my thing. 

“Growing up in Tennessee, my Uncle Jimmy used to make his own.  Everyone in a five-mile radius of his home had a bottle of his bourbon.  I used to help him out in his garage in the evening when his son went off to college.  Uncle Jimmy showed me everything, but we always wound-up drinking.  I was sixteen at the time.  I’d plow his ass at the end of the night.  After a few times, he didn’t even wait until we started drinking.  He had one of the best pieces of ass I ever had.

“His bourbon lives on with my cousin once my uncle passed.  I have a bottle of it here.  I may break it out sometime during this trip.  My cousin fucked it up when he went ran the company.  It’s definitely not as good as it was before.  Some boys just don’t have a mind for business.

“Speaking of boys in business, your son Michael is doing great.  From what Lloyd was telling me, he’s really taking to his new role as intern.  I know he finds it a challenge, but Lloyd, Ben, and Gary think he’s handling it better than anyone they have seen in a long time.  Apparently, he has a gift for adapting, kinda rolling with the punches.

“What I like about him—I met him this morning—is his ability to take directions without complaints.  That is such a difficult characteristic to find in boys these days.  Lloyd and Gary were indicating they want to keep him around after his initial internship.  I left him earlier working hard trying to impress me.

“…Oh you hear that cabin tone?  That’s Lloyd telling everyone that we’ve cleared the marina and are out at sea.  This is your first time on the Zelus.  When we are in open water, we strip naked.  All of us.

“I told you the other day when we were talking about promoting you to lead our European expansion, that we are a close group of men—of four gay men.  We share our conquests, our lusts, our dark needs with each other.  I trust these men like I would trust my brother, if not more.  We have been in countless gang bangs tearing up some faggot’s cunt.  I have seen their cocks and asses so much that it’s awkward to see them clothed.  The other two on board are faggots.  Naturally those two are going to be kept naked.

“So strip.  This is not an option.  You can jump overboard and swim back to shore if you would like.

“Good.

“You can leave them on the couch.  Ben’s boy will put them in your cabin.  If you go out on deck you can keep your sunglasses and baseball cap on.

“You have got to realize that the four of us have known each other for years.  Lloyd and I go back to our time in the Corps.  What connects us is our love for using and abusing faggots. 

“Right now, as I was saying there are two faggots on board.  One is Ben’s boy.  While Ben has taken him on as a partner of sorts, he’s still a faggot at heart.

“…I guess I should ask, do you know the difference between a gay man and a faggot?  A faggot is a gay man who has a need, an urge, a longing to submit to the whims of superior men.  The more humiliating, degrading, cruel the better.  Faggots live for the cum of its superiors.  It loves to degrade itself in order for the man to be elevated.  It needs the beatings, the piss, the bondage, the punishment to feel complete.

“I don’t know why you were hesitating about stripping.  You have a great body, average sized dick, nice long foreskin, and holy shit… Those balls are huge!  Let me hold on to them….

“Hey don’t hesitate.  We are all physical with each other as well.  Look, I’m standing here in front of you naked.  I already saw you check out my dick.  Yes, it’s very fat.  If you want to touch it, go right ahead.

“You know, as a man who says he bisexual, you certainly seem apprehensive….  Or is it the fact that I’m your boss telling you to take a hold of my cock.  I get it.  If you are going to be a part of this team, you are going to have to drop those pretenses.  When you walk around you should let those low hangers swing free and guide your every step.

“Let me check out your ass.  Hey, what can I say?  I’m an ass man.  I’m going to see it anyways, might as well be now.

“Solid and meaty, just as I would have guessed.  Nice and hairy.  Faggots seem to love licking a hairy crack.  You ever have your ass eaten out?...  There may be some ass eating ahead.

“Speaking of which, right now that faggot is down below.  It is tied down, blindfolded with a noise cancelling headset on, ass up.  The four of us have already bred it.  You will be up next.

“Your cock doesn’t seem like it wants to get hard….  Do you need something?  We have Viagra, Cialis, Levitra, Muse, Tri-mix.  Well, I need a shot of Tri-Mix.  After this morning’s big load, I don’t think I could get hard again until tomorrow.

“You ever do Tri-Mix?  I use it when I want to fuck for a long time.  It keeps me boned up for a few hours.  You want to try it?  After a few minutes have passed you will be rock, and I mean rock hard.

“If you are nervous, this being your first time with me on the Zelus, just do it.  Let me get it.  It’s kept cold.  Don’t worry, I have a doctor that gives me whatever I want.

“Just stand right there.  Don’t worry.  I’ve done this many times.  Yes it’s an injectable.  And it’s injected into the shaft.  Aww, don’t turn into a pussy on me.

“I brought two syringes.  Let me do it to myself.  Here watch….  It goes in, I plunge, and it comes out.  Like that.  It’s over quick.  Now a few tugs and I can already feel it working.  I’m not going to get completely rigid for about 15-20 minutes.

“Look, you say you are bisexual, but I’m thinking that you are making up the gay side of it because you want to impress us.  You want this promotion so fucking bad you are willing to fuck some faggot in front of us.  You wouldn’t be the first straight man to shoot up his cock to fuck fags.  There’s a whole term for it: gay-for-pay.

“You want to be part of this team, you are going to need to learn to love using faggots, that includes dumping a load into them.  To do that you need to get hard.  This injection will do that for you.

“Here feel my cock again.  Grab a hold of it….  Feel that?  It’s harder than a few minutes ago.  Here let me inject you.

“Come here.  Just look up.  On the count of three.  One!  See, it went in….  And now you are done.  Give it a few tugs and you will start to feel it.

“You’ll be hard for the rest of the night.  Lots of fucking in your future tonight. 

“When we had our conversation in Vegas, I told you that I was pissed off at your skimming the profits but was very intrigued at the process you used to do so.  It took some serious creativity to pull that off.  I was impressed.  The guys too.  We set this cruise out to a remote island in the Bahamas to get to know you—to get to know you as a fag fucker.  Besides, the shit we do… man, we wouldn’t take on anyone who had a shred of decency.

“Do you feel your cock getting larger?  I can see it growing.  Yeah, once we go downstairs into the media room that doubles as a dungeon, you will see the faggot cunt secured to the sling or fuck bench.  Your cock will slide into its cunt.  And it should be silky smooth.  Better than any woman’s pussy.

“We have been training this faggot for a couple of weeks.  Lloyd secured him about the time when you and I went to Vegas.  He was an easy target.  What you probably don’t realize being essentially straight is that there are faggots out there that will do just about anything to serve men like us—brutal men like us.  Lloyd has a good talent for reading a potential faggot.  He says things that just seems to work on getting that faggot to be collared.

“Once that happens then it’s only a matter of time that they submit to whatever we want to do to them.  And all it took was this.  See this little fob?  This is the tool we use.  Here, press the number one button.

“Do it again.  And again.  What you did, is you sent a shock to the faggot down below.  The collar we put on him is wired up, like a collar for a dog to get it to stop barking.  Once they feel that, total submission is almost immediate.  With this particular faggot, he turned into a whipping post for Ben and toilet paper for Gary in no time. 

“Where we keep the faggot is wired up for numerous cameras.  So we can see what the faggot is doing and send a shock from anywhere in the world.  I even sent one from Vegas when you were looking up some number from some report.

“Look at your cock.  It’s starting to get rigid.  Damn!  You are a grower! 

“You know, let’s go see the faggot.  The guys will be down there.  We are certainly far from shore so Lloyd will have the autopilot on.

“This way….  Doesn’t it feel right to be walking around buck naked?  Trust me you’ll get used to it, and soon enough you’ll be naked pretty much all the time.  If you need to piss and you don’t have a faggot nearby, just aim off the side and go.  The one thing you’ll learn is pissing with a hard-on will take some time, which is great for loading up a faggot’s toilet cunt.

“And here we are.  Before we go in, I want to point out that you can see the men are enjoying themselves.  In general, we casually use faggots’ holes.  It’s about pleasure and not so much about busting a nut, although busting a nut happens a lot.

��Look at how the men are enjoying what’s going on.  Ben is balls deep in his boy, while the boy is tongue fucking Gary’s shitter.  Lloyd is pile driving the faggot over on the fuck bench, stirring up the cum stew. 

“This is the life we created.  This is what you are coming into.  Let’s go in.

“Gentlemen!  I got Timothy here.  His cock has been shot up and he’s ready to fuck.

“Damn Tim!  You really are a grower.  I should have expected that when I saw your long foreskin.  Now only the tip shows.  Skin it back; I want to see how big your head is.

“Shit!  Do you ever clean that thing?  Look at that dick cheese….  Come here.  Stick your dickhead in the faggot’s mouth.  He’ll clean you off. 

“The faggot is blindfolded and has noise canceling headset under his hood.  He won’t know what to do until you use the handle on his hood to pull his head back.  Then just shove your dick in his mouth.  The faggot knows to clean off dick cheese; I’m sure Gary made sure of that. 

“There you go….  I see that smile.  Feels good, doesn’t it?  Better than any woman.  A well-trained faggot is better than anything a woman can do. 

“Well you got Gary and Ben to stop and watch you.

“Oh you see his welts.  Yeah, a well-trained faggot also takes a beating.  We punish faggot slaves appropriately, but they also are made to understand that sometimes the beatings are for our enjoyment.  Ben and Lloyd certainly like to have their fun.

“This faggot has been trained to do so much.  He’s going to fetch us a good price.  Yeah, we plan on selling him.  There are men around the world that pay top dollar for a well-trained faggot slave.

“Pull out.  I said pull out.  I told you that you will enjoy this.

“Lloyd, move the faggot to the sling.  I think Tim here is ready to fuck.

“While he’s doing that, care for another drink?  Or would you like a cigar?  No?  Ok.

“Boy.  Go upstairs and pour Tim here a glass of the Courvoisier Mizunara cognac.  The bottle should be sitting out.  Hell, bring the whole bottle down.

“That’ll help you adapt and sink into everything to come.  So have you ever been to a gang bang, or fucked a woman who has several loads in her?  The feeling on your cock is amazing.  Yes it’s sloppy, but it also feels silky smooth.

“That’s a sight, isn’t it?  That cunt has been trained to take cock after cock and still remain tight to give pleasure and loose enough to not cause your dick to struggle to fuck.

“Here’s your cognac.  Might as well down it.

“Now go on.  Step up.  Slide it in.  Trust me, this is going to be a fuck you will never forget. 

“…Good.  You ready? 

“There you go!  There’s the smile.  Now FUCK!

“Give that faggot what he deserves.  Slam into him.  Faggots were made to be fucked not made love to.

“Hell yes!  Look, we are all stroking our dicks for you.  You have no idea how hot this is….

“Guys, gather around.  You should see this up close.

“…Go for it!  Don’t hold back.  Breed the faggot. 

“FUCK YEAH!  FUCK!

“…You did it!  In record time!  Well done!  Don’t pull out yet.  Let the rest of your body calm down first.  Savor the feeling.  Savor the moment. 

“You did good.  Now, I need for you to pull out slowly.  The faggot is trained to clamp down.  Good.  Good!

“Look at that slime on your cock.  That’s all our juices.  How do you feel?  I know.  Words elude you?... Ha!

“Get on your knees….  You heard me.  I want you to look at this faggot’s cunt. 

“Gary, pull apart the fag’s cheeks.  Let’s really see that cunt hole.

“On your knees….  There you go.

“Ben.  Lloyd.  Now.

“…They move fast, don’t they?  You have the same shock collar on you as the faggot does.  Now pay attention.  This is a level one zap. 

“…Hurts like a motherfucker, right?  There are ten settings, and you had the weakest.  I don’t think another demonstration is needed.  Do you understand your situation?

“…Shut up.  I don’t want to hear your babble.  That was a ‘Yes Sir’/’No Sir’ question…. 

“OK.  You really thought you could skim money from us and be rewarded with a promotion?  Please!  You need some sort of punishment.  That begins with your lips kissing the faggot’s cunt lips.  Go on!  Lean in. 

“…That was level two….  There you go! 

“Now keep your mouth open.  The faggot may be wearing a noise cancelling headset, but we can speak to him.  He’s going to be told to shit some of his cunt slop into your mouth.  Do not swallow it.  Nod if you understand.  Good.

“Whew!  That was a messy fart!  Remember don’t swallow.  Now pull back.  Look up at us.  Show us the load.  Now gargle it.  Like mouthwash! 

“Two minutes ago, you were a man, but now you are a gargler of cum gobs.  Now don’t swallow.  Stop gargling.

“Get up and go share that in the faggot’s mouth.  Get up….  You know I hate having to repeat myself.  If I have to do it again, you will experience level three.  Now go and have a deep passionate kiss with the faggot.

“Hold his head and swap spit.  Pretend he’s a woman.  Hell, pretend it’s your son Michael’s mother.  I don’t care.

“Fuck yeah!  I didn’t realize that you are an excellent kisser.  Pull off.  There will be more kissing.  Get back to kneeling at the faggot’s cunt. 

“You are going to repeat the process exactly the same, except for the gargling.  You can skip that.  Any hesitation will be met with level three for triple the length.  You understand.  Just nod.

“Good.  Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing.  You need to hear it before you go back to eating another splatter fart out of your son’s ass….

“…Oh yeah!  The faggot here is your son Michael.  This is the internship we set him up with.  Oh yeah.  Your son was a faggot before us.  It was easy for us to pluck him.

“Now, remember level 3.  You are to do the exact same thing with the same level of passion.... I'm fucking serious.  Go!

“…Damn!  That was close.  A split second longer in hesitating and you would have been shocked.  Keep licking.  While you wait to receive your gift from your son’s cunt, Lloyd here is removing your son’s hood.  He still has his blindfold and headset on.  We will be removing those shortly.  You probably won’t recognize him initially because Ben had removed all this body hair even on his head.

“Did you hear that?  Gary just busted a nut watching you felch out our loads from your son’s cunt.

“Pull off when your mouth is full.  Good.  Now go French kiss your son. 

“Just like before.  Go on now….  Fuck yeah!

“This is so hot.

“Now go back to his cunt.  But this time remain standing.

“Stick  your slime covered cock back into your boy’s cunt.  And fuck him.  That Tri-mix I injected you with should keep you hard for a long time.  You’ve already fucked a load into him.  Now just fuck.

“You really should see yourself.  Oh wait, you can.  Look over at that TV.  Yes, we have been filming you.  See your face.  There’s panic, fear, guilt, regret, and even a little disgust.  All the good emotions.  And over on the TV to your right, you can see how your son became a faggot with each of us.  Oh yeah, he wasn’t coerced into being a faggot like you were.  No, he was totally into sperm burping and pole riding.  The fear you had that he might be gay turned out to be true in the most glorious way.

“DO NOT STOP FUCKING.

“And now, we get to see shame you have in him and in yourself, by taking the headset off first. 

“Faggot, it is imperative that you do not say a word.  If either you or the shithead fucking you say one word, you both will get shocked at level 3.  This includes screaming.  I want both of you to nod that you understand.

“Good.  Now Tim, remove the blindfold. 

“Look into your son’s eyes.  Let him see just how much your fuck up has cost him.  All this is because you had arrogance and ambition.  You tried to fuck us over, you tried to steal from us, and you believed that we would be ok with it and promote you as well?  Fuck that!

“Are you crying?  You are!...  Do not stop fucking your son.

“Faggots!  That was level 3.  Yes!  The both of you got shocked.  That’s how punishments will be going forward.  One fucks up, then both gets shocked.

“Now get back to fucking your son.

“Here’s the situation.  We still have about four hours to go.  And you have a hard on that will last another three to six.  You will be fucking him non-stop until we get to where we are going.  Until then, you will not say one word to each other.  Remember those shock collars we have padlocked on you were meant for barking dogs.  If you say one thing, the sensors will register sounds and you two will be shocked.  Also, that sling has a sensor that will monitor for movement.  If that movement stops or even slows down—say due to stopping fucking—you two will be shocked.  Tim, if your collar should go more than 6 feet away from your faggot son’s collar, you two will be shocked.  If any one of us bring up one of our video feeds and see that your cock is not inside your faggot son’s cunt, you two will be shocked.  I will free the faggot’s hands.  I want the two of you to enjoy playing with each other’s chest.  What can I say?  I’m a nice guy.

“That’s a lot of fucking between the two of you between now and when we reach the island.  But here’s one thing before we leave you both to go have dinner.  That island is a small private island, about two to three acres.  There’s a small dock and a metal shed to shield from the elements.  The owner of the island always has a box stocked with water bottles and something to eat.  Last time we sold a faggot there, they put in a hammock between two of the four trees on the island.

“Faggot, you will be left on the dock.  The island owners will send carriers to pick you up either tomorrow or the next day.  From there, they will arrange delivery to your new owners.

“Until then you are free to roam the small island.  Swim.  Whatever.  If you want to swim to the next island, it’s about 7 miles in open ocean, and that island is about ten times larger, but still uninhabited.

“So that’s the life your dad has caused you to have.  Look at him.  He’s a failure, and he knows it. 

“Well Tim.  While you cry, keep fucking your son.  This will be the last few hours with him.  What do you have to say?  Oh, let me turn off your noise sensor….

“…No we can’t simply forget all this.  You stole a lot of money from us, it needs to be paid.  We paid a lot in fuel to get us out here.  We paid for a pick up on the island.  They expect a faggot.  Now, if you want to switch places with your son, that can be arranged.

“You want to do that?  You want to be sold into sex slavery instead of your faggot son?...

“…Well fuck!  I wasn’t expecting that!  You didn’t waste any time in shaking your head no.

“Faggot, did you see how fast your dad just gave you up?  Shit! 

“These past weeks have been carefully planned.  Every word, every detail.  From the Vegas trip where we had our talk, to Lloyd convincing faggot here to sign up to be our intern, to the strip club dancer I paid to have sex with you so that a potential buyer could see you in action, to the tri-mix dose on hand, to the video feeds cued up, and to me handing the shock remote to dear old dad to get him to shock his son three times.  The one thing I was expecting you to do was the fatherly thing and offer to go instead of your son.

“Nope.  You chose to sacrifice your son.  Didn’t even think twice.  That’s fucking brutal.  Just when I think you can’t be more of a piece of shit, you surprise me.

“No YOU are going to be sold, not your faggot son.  Your new owner saw you fuck that stripper, and he wanted you.  He’s into hairy middle-aged straight men as his sex slaves.  He doesn’t want your hairless faggot son.

“So you are going to be sold.  But I wonder.  Hmm.  I’m going to contact your new owner and see if he’s interested in the pair of you two as a set.  Yeah, that is a great idea, to sell your son into slavery as well.  If you had just offered yourself up instead of your son, he would have been spared.  But no. 

“If you have anything to say, save it.  I just put your noise sensor back on.  Get back to fucking your son.

“Gentlemen let’s go have some dinner.  Ben, I see your boy is gone.  To start cooking I presume.  You are one step ahead, as always.  Let’s leave these two have some private time.  They have lots to talk about, too bad they can’t say anything.  Lloyd, I know you have been eying that cognac.  Go ahead and grab it.  It’s yours for all the hard work you put in.  Actually, you all did good.  I’m proud of you all.  That was fun.”

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Klonnie Weekend Day 3: Trapped

(Ight y'all stick with me. I provided pictures so that y'all could see my vision. This is a human au btw)

Bonnie and Klaus quickly rushed through the Salvatore mansion, looking for a quick place to hide. The cops had shown up to bust a party so everyone had to scatter before they even made it inside. Bonnie quickly snatched open the door to one of the many bedrooms and shut it. She turned the ceiling light off and opted to turn on a lamp instead. Klaus held in a laugh as he shook his head. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to see if they could hear any radio chatter. He assumed they were far enough away to be safe. They managed to make it up to the top floor and down to the end of the hall without drawing attention.

“Hear anything?” Bonnie whispered as he held his hand up. “I think we should be good.” Klaus smiled as he looked at her. She crossed her arms as she looked at him. Bonnie didn’t really want to come to the party but she let her boyfriend talk her into it. It was those damn blue eyes. She knew that parties at the Salvatore mansion got busted because the Salvatore’s lived in an uppity neighborhood. “Oh come on baby, It’s not like the cops caught us.” Klaus said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I know but I can hear the news now. ‘Mayor’s daughter busted at the infamous Salvatore party house.’ I really don’t want to hear my dad’s mouth about it either.” Bonnie pouted as she crossed her arms. 

“I know I know but I promised we wouldn’t get caught and we won’t” He grinned as he looked at her. He leaned in to press kisses to her lips, knowing that it always calmed her down. “Fine I guess.” She sighed against his lips before kissing back. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled her closer. She gently pushed away from him, shaking her head. “Nope, not while the cops are looking for people in obvious hiding spots.” She hummed before looking up at him. “Fine, fine, How about we find something to do in here.” Klaus said as he looked around the room for anything to do. He saw a closet in the corner and he opened it to see multiple board games hidden inside.  He pulled out a deck of uno cards before smirking at her. 

“Wanna get your ass kicked in Uno?” He hummed as he walked towards her and sat on the ground. “Fine, you’re on but be prepared to lose.” Bonnie shrugged as she looked at him. He began to pass the cards out between the two of them and he looked at his hand before looking at her. “Rules?” He asked as she looked at her hand as well. “Normal Uno, that means no stacking draw 2’s on top of draw 4’s” Bonnie said as Klaus pressed his hand to his chest. “You want to play the wrong way I see.” He said before letting her go first. 

After about an hour or so of playing Uno Bonnie let out a sigh before laying on her back. “I’m officially bored Klaus…what other games are there?” She asked as she looked over at him. He stood up and looked back at the closet before pulling out a few options. “There is The Game of Life, Monopoly, Azul, Scrabble-” Klaus started before she sat up and pointed at him. “Oooo bring scrabble! Also The Game of Life. I remember kicking ass in that game when I was younger.” Bonnie said as she sat up again. Klaus gave her a look before shaking his head and laughing. “What’s so funny, chuckles?” Bonnie asked as she crossed her arms. 

“Beating Grams in a board game when you were a kid doesn’t count as kicking ass. It was either let you win or deal with a pouty child.” Klaus teased as Bonnie pouted. “I will have you know that I was a very emotionally intelligent 8 year old and did not pout when I lost games.” She said, matter of factly. “Okay, we’ll play that first, since you wanna lose so bad.” Klaus smirked as he sat down with three different games in his hands. “Azul? What’s that?” She asked as she picked up the box. “It’s a really cool tile game. Elijah brought it home from his trip back home. He said he played it with our cousins and loved it.” Klaus said as he looked at her. “Plus we played a few rounds just the two of us and it was pretty nice.” He smiled before setting up the Game of Life.

After almost an hour of playing Klaus was far ahead of Bonnie. “I think you are cheating.” Bonnie said as she crossed her arms, “I am not. I just know how to prioritize.” He boasted as she rolled her eyes again. “That or cheating.” She repeated as he rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m sensing a lot of jealousy.” He teased before she threw a spare card at him. “Hey, you’re the one who sucks.” Klaus laughed before Bonnie grabbed the pieces and began to put them away. “Oops the board was ruined, guess we gotta start on a new game.” Bonnie shrugged as Klaus fell back with laughter. Once he finally calmed down he grabbed Azul and sat it between them. 

Bonnie was still confused after listening to Klaus explainthe rules, though she’d never admit it. She just nodded and looked at her board, assuming she’d understand it on her own. Once they started playing she started to understand more through watching him. He was clearly taking it easy on her and she wanted to play that to her advantage. After a while she began to easily win without him even noticing. “What does it mean when I cover all my patterns?” Bonnie asked in the fourth round before he looked at her dumbfounded. “What do you mean?” He asked before he looked at her board. Bonnie had managed to cover every square. “I guess  it means you’ve won.” Klaus smiled before leaning in to peck her lips.

“Granted it was because I was taking it easy on you, I will consider it a solid win.” He hummed before he leaned in and kissed her again. Bonnie heard the door open and she quickly pulled away, thinking it was the cops. She was fully prepared to explain that all they were doing was playing games before she was face to face with Stefan. “Oh…you two are still here?” He asked, completely confused. Most of the people from the party had managed to scatter, including Stefan. “Yeah? Why?” Klaus asked before he looked around. He could see the sun peeking through the curtains before Bonnie grabbed her phone and looked at the time. “Holy shit it's 7 am.” Bonnie said as she checked her missed calls and messages. Only a few from her friends but thankfully none from her father. Klaus quickly stood up and helped Bonnie up.

“We should be on our way then. Have fun Stef.” Klaus smiled as Stefan rolled his eyes and waved them off. Bonnie thanked her lucky stars that she still lived on campus. Klaus began to drive her to his place, wanting to change before they had to drive to meet her dad. “So, should we attempt to get at least an hour nap in before we get on the road or should we just get on the road?” He asked as Bonnie looked out the window. “We can afford a three hour nap but we have to be on the road by 11:30 and take the shortcuts to get to my dad’s place in time for lunch.” Bonnie mumbled as she closed her eyes to try and get some sleep now.

[holocene-sims]

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august 25, 2021 12:01 a.m. paradise hotel

[henry] do you remember the first pokemon cards we ever got? way back in the nineties?

[grant] of course! and we literally could not read them because they were the o.g. cards from japan that your cousin who lived over there sent you.

[henry] i wish they had a bulbasaur and mewtwo plush. bulbasaur was always my favorite. i'm loyal. i saw him that starter deck and never looked back.

[grant] and you gave me the mewtwo card out of that o.g. set.

[henry] there’s no telling how much those cards are worth now. not that i'd ever sell them. they’re sitting pretty in a china cabinet my mom gave me. as in an actual china cabinet. for nice dishware.

[grant] and for nice pokemon cards! why not both?

[henry] that cabinet is also home to all of soobin’s very old fangirl stuff. there are so, so, so many pieces of h.o.t merchandise, including handmade collages of tony.

[henry] in case you were wondering, our wedding china is in a cabinet in the laundry room. it's not like we eat off it.

[grant] you gotta do what you gotta do.

[grant] ah man, i wish i still had that mewtwo card.

[henry] it’s okay. it’s not your fault it’s lost. besides, i gave it to you to be yours. no questions asked. you could have eaten it as a snack and it’d be fine by me.

[grant] i know. but i really liked having it. and you gave it to me, so what’s more special than that?

[henry] it’s not the same but if you ever get an inheritance from your parents kicking the bucket, you can be petty and use a slice of it to buy a replacement since your mom, uh, set fire to all your childhood stuff in the backyard.

[grant] see, the fact that it’s not the same would ruin it. i wouldn’t want another.

[henry] i get that. if i lost my cards or something else i valued, i wouldn’t replace it either.

[henry] i've gotten lucky, though. all my stuff’s still around. i even have a very old 35mm camera, one of the oldest ever invented, that my grandfather gave me, plus all his film rolls. he was a hobbyist bird photographer, you know? but i don’t use that camera or look at the film often because i care that much about protecting them.

[henry] actually, haha, when soobin and i bought our house and started moving in, i asked her to carry the camera over there in her purse so someone’s hands were on it at all times.

[henry] oh, wait, you know what else i have? besides the camera and those letters we talked about the other day. it was recently procured from my mom.

[grant] no idea!

[henry] the old karaoke machine! sadly, it doesn’t work anymore, but i do have it. it's in my garage.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

hey all welcome to me rating hq schools based on how homophobic they are on completely arbitrary-not-arbitrary rules LET’S GET IT

(i feel like i need to clarify that high score = not at all homophobic and that low score = disgustingly homophobic hope that helps!!)

karasuno: 1000000/100000 i’m including BOTH teams in this to represent the whole school boys’ vbc i don’t even think i have to cite reasons BUT girls’ vbc i just know that poor little underclassman had a heart attack when michimiya grabbed her face like that

seijoh: i’m going to take off a point right off the bat bc i wanted to deck oikawa so bad the first time i saw him. 9/10 the day is saved because kyoutani and yahaba put so much yearning into that one panel and also because kindaichi has multiple breakdowns over what kageyama means to him every few days or so. kunimi would commit gay-on-gay crime but i’ll allow that he has the right to

date tech: i know for a fact we’ve all been kogane at some point in our lives and also i’m pretty sure all the first and second years were in love with moniwa at some point. onagawa’s nickname is pantalones. aone hyper focuses on the aces of rival teams. having nametsu as a manager is mlmwlw solidarity. 4/10 i took points away because futakuchi is a little bitch and isn’t afraid to show it and would accidentally come across as homophobic in the process when he isn’t

shiratorizawa: see this is tough bc tendou reads all that shounen and semi is SO gender and probably holes himself up in the dorm writing song lyrics about having the biggest crush on tendou and also goshiki and shirabu are obviously pining for their upperclassmen but ushijima has some SERIOUS repression going on and washijou looks like he’d say that being gay is a disease BUT i do think he’s open to learning so like. 6.5/10?

johzenji: they have cute nicknames for each other AND i think they’d kiss the homies good night. also terushima fell in love with daichi within the span of fifteen seconds. 7/10 i took away points because they think saying “no homo” while holding hands stops it from being homo

kakugawa: komaki, asamushi, and minamida all rotate the brain cell between them. they all look like middle schoolers next to hyakuzawa to the point where i keep forgetting they’re not. komaki does the glasses push so i’m giving extra for that. 7.5/10 because when hyakuzawa comes out to them they freak out (out of concern and trying to figure out how to best handle it!) and then freak hyakuzawa out so everyone is just freaking out for a full five minutes

wakunan: nakashima and tabi deserved SO MUCH MORE also i love tabi’s hair so 11/10 the extra 1 is for their break down

nekoma: 1000000.5/10 mostly because i’m biased but hello???? we have DIVERSITY here we can go rivals to lovers AND childhood friends to lovers AND friends to lovers all in one team. nekomata is self-explanatory. the .5 is because i already mentioned before that lev would be such a top tier ally if he wasn’t already swooning over kenma and yaku

fukurodani: akaashi will go on tangents about how historians will say they were just best friends. whenever yukie and kaori cuddle in front of everyone konoha makes gagging noises bc of how sickeningly sweet they are. it’s funny but i’ll be taking points off for that and also because bokuto once got the school computers infected with a virus trying to google “two guys making out”. 2/10

shinzen & ubugawa: i’m putting them together bc daiki and masaki are in love and eri and mako are in love. they go on double dates all the time and also chigaya is a bro he gets trusted with all the secret “dude i think i’m _____” talks and never tells a single soul about them 100/100

itachiyama: iizuna is the mlm awakening at itachiyama. iizuna was SAKUSA’S awakening. komori and sakusa fight because they say can’t both be the gay cousin. whenever iizuna interrupts their bickering they call him homophobic. 9/10 i subtracted a point because their uniforms make me want to claw my eyes out

nohebi: we all know daishou had a thing for kuroo way back when so like. also have you seen hiroo’s hair? those bangs are emo as hell what even is that. 8/10 because they’ll be homophobic against other teams in the middle of the goddamn game to bait them and the only reason they haven’t lost MORE points for that is bc i love kuguri

inarizaki: -117478492/10 i’ll fight miya atsumu myself. i don’t think he’s homophobic he just pisses me off sometimes

kamomedai: they get 475828929392/??? just because i love them so much

mujinazaka: usuri instills fear and admiration in me. also unann and mami are basically an old divorced couple who want to get back together but don’t know how to. honda probably gets shit on a lot for having his whole entire name sounding like car dealerships. ezo is the only one with a brain cell and for that i’ll give 8.5/10

niiyama: maiko doesn’t even know there are labels for it she just thinks girls are pretty and she’d kill for them 500/10

tsubakihara: the headbands are really cute and i like their motto 100/100

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(This is a bit out of order but it was in my head and I needed it out fast so I didn't lose it. For context all of the kids (so Lily, Lil Coding, all four Haltmann siblings, and Timmy) ended up in the same place together without anyone else, got found by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and their group has somehow ended up in possession of an airship and mostly figured out where Ozzy and Gary's hideout is. Lil Coding has been extremely unhelpful the whole time and making some pretty over-the-line statements about Root, and is getting on everyone's last nerve. This scene is when somebody besides Lily (who has been arguing with him the whole time but can't get through his thick skull because he's calling Bias due to her usual relationship with Root) finally snaps and calls him out on not just his current bullshit, but his behavior ever since the end of Raging Riptides.)

(Also keep in mind that everyone in this scene except Lil Coding and Barney are currently ponies and everyone except the two of them and Lily currently have hooves. Because Equestria.)

“Okay, I have had it with your shit the last few weeks, you stupid cat!”

Everyone on board whirls around in surprise to see that Hex of all people is the one who spoke, and she’s now stomping up to the target of her ire, who makes the mistake of opening his mouth again.

“Wha-”

She briefly pauses her approach and slams a hoof down onto the deck to interrupt him, “Nope! It’s HMG2’s turn to talk!”

“Yes, we get it, you did the “good-aligned cheap knockoff of a villain gets manipulated by a trick-ass bitch” first. What, do you want a medal!? This might be hard to believe, but not everything has to be about you and your problems!

“Now, I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be mad about what Root did -though you probably have the least reason to be this mad out of everyone who was directly involved, quite frankly- or that you have to forgive her! Hell, I was pissed at her too for a while and I’m pretty sure Vee’s at least still on the fence. But at least we’re not bitching and sulking while there are lives on the line or saying a literal disabled and abused child deserves whatever that omnicidal maniac’s doing to her-seriously, what the fuck, man!?

“I was willing to put up with whatever hangups you’re dealing with back home where we weren't mid-crisis and the adults could deal with you, but they’re not here right now and you’ve apparently made it your mission to be as much of a burden as possible, and I can’t FUCKING take it anymore! So you can take your Messiah Complex and Catholic Guilt and SHOVE 'EM UP YOUR HAIRY PURPLE ASS!!!”

By now she has him backed against the ship’s railing and is right up in his face, “Now shut up, get over yourself, and either help us or find a corner to sulk in and stay out of our fucking way!”

She spins around and stalks off, not looking back as he falls over stiff as a board, and sees all the other kids staring at her, “Anypony else have some grievances they need aired?”

Scootaloo ducks back down behind the wheel in a panic while everyone else vigorously shakes their heads, which prompts Hex’s mood to do a complete 180 back to her usual quiet cheer, “Great! Let’s keep going then.”

While most of them go back to keeping the airship running (albeit now visibly unsettled), Lily can’t help but keep looking at her sort-of cousin in confusion, “The hell was that?”

“Well, she is based on SMG4,” Barney notes, “I suppose it makes sense that she inherited his temper.”

WOW. WOAH. OKAY, I LOVE THIS A LOT.

The idea of Hex being the one to call LC on his bullshit is such a nice idea, I love it. The fact that she gives him no room to argue, points out all the flaws in his shit, and still manages to get her point across is flawless. Also, the idea of this pony gradually backing up a cat, that is probably taller than her at the moment, up against the railing is hilarious.

OUGH YEAH,, her being based off of SMG4 too,, man that temper can be deadly when unleashed. At least someone's knocking some sense into LC!!

[stiles-banshees]

Good Things Come in Threes: Prologue

Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn't realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.

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Warnings: 18+, swearing

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Summer 2013

The first time Summer Hastings met Jake Seresin was an accident. The eighteen-year-old was almost finished with her first year of college and needed to confirm summer plans with her aunt Penny. For as long as Summer could remember, she’d visit her aunt in California during every holiday break. It’s almost as if holidays were theirs. Summer would typically FaceTime with Penny to see when would be the most beneficial for her to visit. Penny answered her phone on the fourth ring, and a smile graced her lips once her niece popped up on her screen.

“If it isn’t our little teacher in training.” Penny laughed as she angled her phone against the bar to help any other customers that might come in.

“Hi, aunt Pen!” Summer smiled, the worries of studying for finals leaving her brain.

“Is it already time to book your ticket?” Her aunt asked while she filled an empty bowl with peanuts.

“Sure is. How does the first weekend of May sound?” Summer eyed her calendar, knowing she’d be staying the whole holiday, only to go home to the east coast a week before her next semester started.

“Honey, you realize that’s next week, right?” Penny asked, collecting a few empty beer bottles abandoned on the bartop.

“I do,” Summer nodded, “But dad’s still on my case about going to school to become a teacher, and I really don’t feel like dealing with that for the next three months.”

“You only have to deal with it for four more years, kid, then you’ll be out here with me,” Penny assured her niece.

Summer opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud crash on Penny’s end. 

“What the hell, Coyote?” Penny rushed away from the screen, abandoning the conversation with her niece entirely.

Summer knows all about The Hard Deck and its customers. About 99% of anyone that frequents the bar tends to be in the Navy. Penny rushing off as she yells someone’s callsign is something that Summer is now used to at her age.

“Pen, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I think I’ll book the ticket for that Friday.” The younger woman called out in hopes her aunt would hear her. 

She booked her plane ticket, the time stamp of her flight’s arrival flashing on her laptop screen. A confirmation email also made its way to her inbox.

“Hey, Penny?” Summer called again.

“Penny’s a little tied up, sweetheart.” Summer heard a deep voice respond before she saw a hand reach for her aunt’s phone.

Her view of alcohol bottles is soon replaced by a man who looks a few years older than her. Her eyes caught sight of his blond hair and green eyes before the camera panned over to the mess that ‘Coyote’ had made. Summer winced as she looked at the broken glass bottles littering the bar floor.

The man panned the camera back to himself before he asked, “Do you want me to pass anything along?”

“Can you just let her know Summer booked her plane ticket for next Friday, and she’ll need to be picked up from the airport around nine-thirty?” Summer smiled kindly at the stranger.

The man nodded, “I’m assuming you’re Summer?”

She nodded back, a slight blush making its way across her cheeks.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Summer. I’m Jake.” He-Jake grinned at her. “I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you, Jake.” She smiled again.

“See you in a week.” He replied, then the two waved at the phones in their hands before ending the call.

That night, Summer went to bed feeling the most excited she’s ever been, and Jake got an earful from Penny for talking to her niece.

Summer 2016

The first time Summer meets Hangman is a disaster. Turns out that Summer didn’t see Jake that next week. Or the week after that. In fact, it had been three whole years since Summer’s interaction with the attractive man that happened to be in her aunt’s bar. Summer had always dreamt about spending her twenty-first birthday with her aunt Penny. They would always talk about how they’d drink tequila lemonades and talk about boys as the sun would set on that day. 

The one thing the two hadn’t thought about was that Penny bought the bar at the beginning of the year. So, instead of drinking tequila lemonades, Summer was helping serve them. The Hard Deck was packed with naval aviators that had just completed a mission. A few men tried to woo Summer with some stories, but she decided to tune them out. Empty bottles littered the entire bar, leaving Summer wondering how much these people drank. Penny sent her off to clear up the empties while managing the bar. Summer started to grab the bottles that circled the pool tables first and dropped two of them when a body knocked into her.

“Shit, sorry, sweetheart.” The voice sounded familiar, but when Summer made eye contact with the man, she couldn’t place him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention.” She looks at the man guiltily.

“Are you hurt at all?” The man looked her over, eyes briefly stopping at the hem of her sundress before making eye contact again.

“I’m good, just a little jumpy, I guess.” She laughed, embarrassed.

The man grinned at her, reaching his hand out. “Hangman,”

“Hastings! I know it's your twenty-first, but I need some help over here!” Penny yelled, efficiently interrupting the two.

“On it!” Summer yelled back.

“I’ll let you get back to work,” Hangman said before pointing at the floor. “Don’t worry about those two. I’ll get them.”

“Thanks,” Summer responded, anxiously running a hand through her hair as she scoped for more empty bottles.

“I heard it’s your birthday.” He said, attempting to keep the conversation going with the beautiful girl in front of him.

She nodded, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“If you get a few drinks, just have Penny put ‘em on my tab.” He told her.

“Hastings!” Summer heard another female voice call to her before she could decline Hangman’s generosity.

“Oh my god, Nat!” Summer shrieked and ran toward her friend, forgetting about the attractive man by the pool tables.

“Of course, she’s friends with Phoenix.” Coyote laughed as he watched Summer jump into the other woman’s arms.

“Shut up,” Hangman groaned, “And pick those broken bottles up when you get a chance. You’re the reason why they ended up on the floor anyway.”

“I got her to talk to you, didn’t I?”

Summer 2019

“Summer, I love you, but why did you drive forty-one hours?” Amelia laughed, her cousin’s head resting on her folded arms sat atop the bar.

“Don’t judge me, Ames. My new life starts today. Or, at least, after the summer.” The now twenty-four-year-old groaned.

“Does my mom even know you’re here yet?” The sixteen-year-old asked.

“I don’t think so. I didn’t call or anything.” Summer tells her younger cousin.

“Mom! Summer’s here!” Amelia yells in the empty bar.

Seconds later, Penny appeared with a big grin on her face.

“There’s my girl.” She said with arms wide open for her niece.

“Penny, I love you, but can I have coffee first?” Summer asked.

Penny looked at the clock and noticed the bar would open in 30 minutes.

“Absolutely, Sum.” She rubbed her niece’s back before running to the kitchen to start a fresh pot.

“Alright, I’m going to my friend’s house for a bit. I’ll see you when you’re functioning, Summer.” Amelia patted her cousin’s head before heading into the kitchen to say goodbye to her mother. 

Twenty-five minutes later, Summer is found sipping coffee from her mug behind the bar as Penny unlocks the door for the night. A stream of people wearing khaki-colored uniforms file in, a few wearing casual attire mixed in the bunch. There’s a slight breeze throughout the bar as the door doesn’t stay closed for long. Summer crossed her legs, wishing her yellow sundress would bring her some type of warmth.

Penny had disappeared five minutes ago, excusing herself to talk to an old friend. Summer maneuvered her head, seeing more aviators before finally seeing Penny talking to none other than Maverick. Summer grinned to herself once she saw the older man’s cell phone sitting on the bar next to his glass.

That’s gonna burn a hole in his pocket. Summer winced.

Penny rang the bell, signaling that Maverick would have to pay for everyone’s first round for the night. Summer finished her coffee, then sat her mug on the counter behind her to scan the bar. The first person she recognized was Rooster, and she was sure she spotted him because of his outfit. She grew more excited when she saw him walk up to a group of people, and she totally knew the woman standing a few feet over.

Summer nudged her way through the crowded bar to make her way over to Phoenix. It took her a bit to walk the short distance; she was getting bumped into and stumbled every so often. When she reached her friend, the short woman wrapped her arms around her waist. Phoenix jumped but relaxed once she saw the dainty bracelet hanging from Summer’s wrist.

“Oh my god, my favorite season!” Phoenix turned to give her friend a proper hug.

The girls rocked back and forth in the hug, and Summer waved to the man quietly sitting on the stool when they made eye contact.

“What do we have here?” Summer heard a familiar voice and felt Phoenix tense in her arms. “If it ain’t Phoenix. And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

Isn’t that the guy that caused that big mess a few years back? Summer wondered.

Phoenix pulled away from Summer before addressing the man she dubbed an imbecile. Summer bit her lip when she faced the rest of the aviators, remembering the man from the night of her twenty-first birthday. She remembers the broken bottles and adding three tequila lemonades to his tab.

“Fellas, Hastings, this here’s Bagman.” She said. 

“Hangman,” The familiar man responded, looking Summer over, noticing her just like she did him.

“Whatever,” The female fighter pilot shook her head. “You’re looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.”

Summer couldn’t help widening her eyes at that statement. Yes, she knew that people died in this field of work. She didn’t think her friend would be so candid when talking about it.

“Stop,” Hangman replied as if he was honored that Phoenix remembered that in the first place.

“Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War,” Phoenix said.

“Cold war.” Coyote corrected.

Summer suddenly felt cold; it was almost as if all the tension in this corner allowed the temperature to drop.

“Different war, same century.” One of Nat’s coworkers responded.

“Not this one.” The other followed up immediately.

“Who are your friends?” Coyote asked.

He’s kinda cute. Summer thought to herself.

“Payback,” Coworker number one answered.

“Fanboy,” Coworker number two replied.

“Hey, Coyote,” Phoenix made eye contact with the cute aviator.

Interesting. Summer thought, glancing between the two. She still felt Hangman’s eyes on her but decided to ignore them.

“Hey,” He replied.

“Who’s he?” Phoenix asked, subtly talking about the man Summer waved to earlier.

“Who’s who?” Coyote asked back.

Phoenix cast a glance over to the man sitting quietly.

“When did you get in?” Coyote addressed him.

“Oh, I-I’ve been here the whole time.” The man answered.

“Man’s a stealth pilot,” Hangman joked.

Summer cracked a small smile at that. Phoenix noticed, giving her a light pinch and a look to remind her friend that Hangman sucks.

“Literally,” Coyote joined in.

“Weapon’s system officer, actually,” The man replied sheepishly.

“With no sense of humor,” Hangman looked over to Summer as he said that. His eyes searched for any kind of reaction she could possibly give him.

“What do they call you?” Phoenix interrogated the man. 

Summer nudged her friend as a sign to chill out.

“Bob,” The man answered.

“No, your callsign,” Payback reiterated.

“Uh…Bob.” He laughed, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Bob. I don’t have a callsign, either,” Summer had been explaining, but then she saw Phoenix’s eyes on her. “Except I’m not in the Navy. Hi, I’m Summer.” She rushed out and then followed up with a shy wave.

She could’ve sworn she noticed Hangman sit up a little straighter when she introduced herself.

Maybe he remembers me, too. Summer thought to herself again.

“Bob Floyd, you’re my new backseater? From Lemoore?” Phoenix grilled Bob some more.

Summer mouthed to her friend that she was going to get a drink, walking off as Bob responded with a “Looks like it, yeah.”. 

Walking back to the bar, Summer made eye contact with Rooster. She waved to him, laughing as he waved back excitedly. She made her way behind the bar to make herself a drink before Penny stopped her.

“And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She teased her niece.

Maverick laughed at the interaction between the two women.

“I’m getting a drink.” Summer shrugged, running to the back to grab the better lemonade.

“Save some for Amelia, honey,” Penny begged when Summer made her way back up front. 

“Sure thing, auntie Pen.” Summer smiled as she made her drink, taking small sips to measure its strength.

“Hey, Summer!” She turned around to see Hangman leaning against the bar.

“I’m not working, Hangman. Ask Penny.” She waved him off, running the lemonade back to the kitchen before heading back to the group.

Hangman intercepted her right when she stepped down a level and dragged her out of the staff exit and onto the back deck.

“Hangman, what the hell?” Summer gasped once they were outside.

“Do you remember me?” He asked.

“You pulled me outside to ask if I remember you?” Summer cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“Hastings,” He rolled his eyes at her, expecting an answer.

“We met a few years ago…on my birthday,” Summer answered awkwardly.

“Do you have a sister?” Hangman asked yet another question.

“No. Why?” Summer was confused. She had no idea what was happening right now.

“When did you start coming to visit Penny?” He asked.

“My whole life. It became more frequent when I got to college. Why?” Summer started to feel a bit nervous. Not because Hangman made her nervous but because the whole situation was wracking her brain. 

“This might sound creepy, but you didn’t happen to FaceTime her a few years back and talk to a random guy, right?” Hangman stuffed his hands in his pockets with an almost hopeful look in his eyes.

“I did when I was like eighteen. I think that guy might be dead now, though.” Summer winced, remembering the stupid crush on the man she talked to six years ago.

“Dead?” Hangman asked with a smug look on his face.

“Don’t make fun of me. It’s very possible.” She took a nervous sip of her spiked lemonade.

“Unless you have a habit of talking to random men on your aunt’s phone, it was me.” He chuckled.

“There’s no way; he didn’t have a callsign. His name was-” Summer couldn’t finish her sentence before he interrupted her.

“Jake?” He still had that smug look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re freaking me out.” Summer put her drink on the deck guardrail before crossing her arms.

“You were waiting for me.” He teased.

“I was not! I thought you were dead!” Summer shrieked.

“You thought I was cute!’ He kept teasing.

Summer leaned against the guardrail, groaning when she set her head in her hands.

“It’s all good, Sunshine. I’ve been waiting for us to be together for the past three years. That dress was something.” He walked over, nudging her shoulder with his elbow.

“Oh, you mean when Coyote bodychecked you into me on my birthday.” Summer lifted her head to glare at him.

“It worked; it got you to notice me.” Hangman-Jake-Whoever gloated.

Summer huffed before setting off to walk back into the bar. Jake follows behind quickly, grabbing her drink in the process.

“Nat! Bagman won’t stop flirting with me!” She called out to her friend.

“Ring the bell, Hastings!” Rooster laughed from his spot at the piano.

“Fuck off, Bradshaw,” Hangman said, grabbing a beer and immediately placing himself next to Summer as she sat with Phoenix, not planning to leave her side for the rest of the night.

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[jtwritesstuff]

A Losing Bet

A patreon comm from a few months ago I never uploaded here, enjoy! ___________________________________________________________ Yoshio sighed a bit as he walked up to the front door of Aaron’s house, noticing that Aaron’s parents' car wasn’t in the driveway. He slowly knocked and felt his mind race as he thought about how he got into this situation. He’d made a bet with Aaron last week over whether or not he could beat him in a best of three in pokemon…and quickly found out why Aaron always talks about pokemon in a competitive manner. Needless to say it didn’t make it to three games and now Yoshio stood here after getting a text from Aaron that he wanted him over for the payment of the bet.

Yoshio tapped his shoe against the deck a bit nervously as he watched the door, and soon enough he heard footsteps approaching the door before it swung open. The strawberry blonde curly haired boy stood before Yoshio, a grin on his face as he looked the other boy up and down. “Hey there Yoshio! Glad ya could make it.” 

Yoshio rolled his eyes a bit as he was motioned in “Yeah…cause I really had a choice in the matter.” Aaron gave a soft chuckle and a smile “Oh…you did, I warned you not to bet on it, everyone told you not to, and you did it anyway.” Yoshio whipped around and looked at the smaller boy. “Well I didn’t know you were someone who spent like…days just on one pokemon!” Aaron shrugged “Hubris my friend, anyway, I guess I should fill you in on what our day is gonna be like.” He smiled, shutting the door behind him as a chill ran down Yoshio’s spine at his tone.

He just smiled at Yoshio. “So…I called you over because I just want something simple…my parents are gone for the weekend, and I want a butler to take care of me.” Yoshio blinked at him, looking confused at the request “A…butler? Like…you want me to be a servant to you?” Aaron just nodded “Yep, your bet was loser does WHATEVER the winner wants for as long as they want…so I want you to be my butler for the weekend.” Yoshio just stared at him, he already babysat his little brother often and had to babysit for some extra money for games…but now his own friend wanted him to be a butler? This was gonna be a long weekend…he could just feel it in his core.

Aaron just smiled at him “Oh come on, don’t look so down! It’ll be fun! You get to do my laundry…and chores…and take care of me….” Aaron grinned wider as he listed everything and Yoshio just groaned, looking like he was almost ready to bolt out the door. “But! I…do have one extra thing I want from you, something very very important that if you tell anyone, I WILL tell EVERYONE how you had to play dress up with my little cousin.” 

Yoshio’s eyes widened as Aaron threatened that no one could know just how bad it was to babysit Silvia…he was still finding lipstick and glitter on himself a week later. Aaron started to walk upstairs and toward his room, normally Yoshio would be stoked as this normally meant they were gonna play games or cards…now it just felt…sinister. Aaron walked into his room and opened his closet, starting to dig through as if looking for something. He suddenly heard Aaron let out an “Ahah…” before pulling out a fairly large fully black trash bag.

Yoshio’s heart raced as his mind ran through every possibility of what could be in there, a dress, maybe a maid outfit, or…what if it was somehow worse. Yoshio stood there staring in fear as Aaron set the bag on his bed and looked at Yoshio seriously now “Again, you tell ANYONE about this, and I will tell EVERYONE your most embarrassing secrets…got it?” Yoshio just gulped and nodded as Aaron sighed, reaching into the bag and Yoshio’s jaw dropped open as he saw just what Aaron pulled out.

Aaron stood, his face bright red with a pack of diapers that looked to be sized enough to fit him, as the boy wasn’t very big to begin with. Yoshio just stared at him before slowly asking “Wh…what are those um…for?” Aaron let a sigh out and muttered “Me…” Yoshio just kept staring, looking bewildered at the other boy before asking “You…? Like…for you? To like…wear?” Aaron sighed a bit at that and rolled his eyes slightly “Yes for me to wear…what else do you do with diapers, stare at em and hope they do a tap dance routine?”

Yoshio couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Aaron, the kid that mopped the floor with him with one pokemon and was basically the tech wiz of their group…was asking to be put into baby diapers. Yoshio finally found his voice again enough to ask “Why? Why…diapers?” Aaron just shrugged at that, still avoiding eye contact with Yoshio as he muttered towards the floor “I…I dunno…I just…like em, they’re…nice…” Yoshio thought a bit, watching Aaron as he shuffled a bit nervously in place, Aaron’s parents did put a lot on him to do well, get good grades, run his lawn mowing business and more…maybe he just wanted a weekend to be a little kid rather than the mini adult he always was?

Yoshio kept looking the smaller boy up and down before sighing a bit “Fine…hop up onto your bed, I’ll get it on you.” Aaron blink, only now looking up with a look of excitement and confusion on his face “Wait…really…? You…know how an..and you’re not gonna think it’s like…um…weird or… um…” Before he could finish Yoshio snatched the pack out of his hands ``Yes I know how, I have a little brother and babysit for god's sake, I also don’t think it’s weird, no.” He said simply before motioning to the other boy's bed “Well…? What are you waiting for? Written invitation?”

Aaron just blushed more, slowly climbing up onto his bed and laying back as Yoshio sighed a bit “Pants and undies off please, I know you can at least do that for yourself.” Aaron’s blush persisted as he slowly slid his pants off, his hands shaking badly before he stopped, laying in just his undies “A…Are you s..sure? I um…we can um…totally call this off ya know.” Yoshio smirked a bit now, shaking his head a bit “Nope…you asked for this, you called me over and said I was taking care of you, so now  I am, so you can take those undies off, or I can for you.” He said in his stern babysitter voice. 

Aaron tensed at the sudden sternness from Yoshio before slowly starting to slide his undies off “A…Are you sure you’re-” Yoshio cut him off “You called me over, I lost a bet and you want this as your reward for winning, I gotta go with it, so….” He waited till Aaron’s undies were fully off before sliding the diaper quickly under the boy. Aaron blushed even more as Yoshio with the speed of a babysitter and older brother had the other boy powdered and taped up before Aaron could even get another word in edgewise. 

Yoshio quickly did a check of the leak guards to make sure they were properly in place before nodding and stepping back “Well? You’re all done so…stand up.” Aaron nodded, slowly standing as the diaper crinkled with each movement, he slowly felt it and felt his heart flutter in amazement that he was even in one. Yoshio just gave a bit of a smirk as Aaron looked at him and blushed more before demanding “Go make me a pizza or something butler!” Yoshio chuckled “Right away your crinkleness.”

Yoshio made his way downstairs, still chuckling as he thought about the fact he just had to diaper one of his classmates…and he was somehow easier than some of his babysitting gigs. Yoshio made his way to the freezer, pulling out a frozen pizza and starting to warm up the oven as Aaron shuffled down, his pants back on as Yoshio chuckled more. Aaron shot a look over “Keep chuckling and I’ll make you change me way more than once tonight.” Yoshio shot a look back at the boy whose pants were very obviously diaper bulging. “Oooo…I’m soooo scared, baby gonna wet himself?” Aaron just smirked a bit “Worse…”

Yoshio froze for a second and just looked at Aaron in disbelief “You wouldn’t…” Aaron crossed his arms, he being the one smirking now “Try me, butler, please.” Yoshio just stared at the other boy before sighing “Fine…I’ll stop teasing for now…cause I really don’t wanna change…THAT.” Aaron chuckled a bit “Ohhh…we’ll see, it may still happen, you ARE my butler afterall.” Yoshio groaned quietly “Aaron…please do not…I…that’s gonna be…” Aaron just nodded “Yep! And it’ll be YOUR job to make sure I don’t get a rash…sooo…” Yoshio just groaned more as he waited for the oven to warm up.

Aaron walked into the living room, lounging onto the couch and turning the TV onto what looked to be Steven Universe, something that had been playing even before Yoshio got there. Yoshio sighed a bit, wondering what this now-diapered pre-teen would make him do now. He said something about chores and just hoped it wasn’t something like cleaning the entire bathroom. The oven dinged, letting him know it was ready and he quickly grabbed a pizza pan and put the pizza on it before sliding it into the oven and setting the timer.

He walked back out, seeing Aaron sprawled out on the couch he couldn’t help but chuckle at the other boy's waist, he really did look like an oversized toddler at this point. Aaron looked over with a slight glare, narrowing his eyes “Yes?” Yoshio just smiled “Oh…nothing, just…admiring my handy work.” Aaron just kept his eyes narrowed “Yeah…? Well…why don’t you admire some other handy work butler, my clothes need a wash.” 

Yoshio rolled his eyes a bit, washing clothes was the easiest thing Aaron could’ve given him, though he should probably play up how annoying it’d be, otherwise it might get much worse. “Oh come on…doing your laundry? Really?” Yoshio said with a sigh to which Aaron smirked, doing a double clap as he said “Yep! So…get on it! Chop chop!” Yoshio made his way to Aaron’s room, seeing the laundry basket already set up and ready to go, even easier.

He grabbed the laundry basket and made his way back downstairs, carrying it to the laundry room which he’d used a few times while staying over for long periods. He quickly tossed a good amount into the washer before adding in the washing detergent in the form of one of those pod things, somehow, even easier. He smiled, starting it before walking back out and peeking in, snickering a bit at what he saw.

He saw Aaron sitting on the couch, quietly feeling the diaper like at any second he might wake up from a dream and it’ll be gone off him, he looked completely enamored with it. Yoshio decided not to poke the bear…for now, and instead walked to the kitchen to check on how much time the pizza had, seeing he still had five minutes he pulled his phone out, checking a few things as he tapped his foot a bit.

As he waited he heard the TV playing quietly and heard the soft crinkling from Aaron every so often, it honestly felt like he was just babysitting another kid…unfortunately without the pay. It was then he had an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning, Aaron was asking to be diapered and taken care of…so maybe…maybe he could tap into that, give him an amazing night as a toddler pretty much…and maybe he’d let Yoshio go free early. Yoshio heard the ding from the oven and happily pulled it out, checking the bottom to make sure it was fully cooked before cutting it up.

Yoshio looked over to call for Aaron but almost jumped out of his skin as the other boy stood in the doorway, eyeing the pizza hungrily. Yoshio took a few breaths before saying “Pizza’s ready…not that you didn’t already know that…” Aaron nodded and quickly pulled out two plates and handed one to Yoshio who smiled and cheekily said “Oh? I get some too? So generous!” Aaron rolled his eyes a bit. “Yeah yeah…well the least I can do is feed ya so you don’t keel over, dad says it’s bad for insurance.”

Yoshio chuckled as they split the pizza evenly before making their way back out to the living room, each also grabbing a soda. Aaron immediately began to dig in as Yoshio thought for a second before looking over at Aaron “Hey…so…do you want me to treat you like I would any other kid I’m babysitting?” Aaron seemed to tense a bit at that but slowly looked over “Wh…what would um…that entail?” Yoshio thought “Well…TV time, then changes as needed, probably a nap time…um…” He thought for a minute before shrugging “Depends on the kid honestly.”

Aaron seemed to think about it and stopped eating for a second as he looked away and towards the ground before glancing up “Do…you think we could do that for a bit…just to try?” Yoshio nodded and looked at the other boy. “And before you say it, no, I won’t tell anyone, promise.” Aaron just nodded and sighed a bit as he mumbled a bit “Please…” Yoshio smirked a bit now “Well…one of the few rules I have as a babysitter…if you’re in a diaper, no getting out until you need a change, don’t need to be wasting em.” Aaron blushed deep red now “B…But…”

Yoshio shook his head “No buts, you asked for this one, now you gotta live with it” he also quietly muttered to himself “And so am I…but at least I get to see him get somewhat embarrassed over it.” Aaron just sat there, slowly eating as he began to squirm, something Yoshio knew all too well. Now that he’d brought attention to it again, Aaron likely had to go potty and now it was all he could think about. Yoshio just smiled softly, cooing to the other boy “What’s wrong little one?~ Does someone need to make a pee pee?~” He said in a tone normally reserved for toddlers.

Aaron just blushed more at that, squirming “D…Do you gotta do the voice?” Yoshio laughed now “Of course! Especially when I’m taking care of lil baby Aaron!” Aaron just kept blushing before giving Yoshio a sly look “Well…if I’m just a baby then…” He slowly stood, dropping his pants around his ankles and showing his diaper on full display as he was already soaking it, but that isn’t what made Yoshio’s heart drop like a rock…no it was what Aaron did next.

Aaron slowly squatted, going into what Yoshio knew to be a toddler squat as all he could do was stare and mutter a soft “No way…” Aaron just smirked back as he grunted a few times before Yoshio to his horror saw Aaron’s diaper sag. Yoshio just stared as the other boy grunted a few more times before standing, the smell of a used diaper already there and something Yoshio was unfortunately used to as he stood “Really Aaron?!” Aaron just giggled “Well! You said I was a baby! So now you really gotta change me! Or do you want me to cry first?”

Aaron took a deep breath in like he was about to belt out a loud cry but Yoshio grabbed him by the arm and quickly walked him upstairs and to his room. Yoshio grabbed another diaper and wipes out of the bag as Aaron went to go lay down, to which Yoshio basically yelled “Stop!” Aaron froze on the spot and Yoshio sighed “You’ve really NEVER been around an actual toddler, have you?” Aaron blinked in confusion as Yoshio kneeled down, gently untaping Aaron’s diaper before lowering it, and groaning at the whole situation

He quickly balled up the diaper and tossed it into a grocery bag before cleaning Aaron quickly and throwing the wipes into the bag too before quickly tying it up. He then laid out the new diaper where Aaron could lay “There…now you can lay down.” He sighed as Aaron blinked at the suddenness of it all and laid down slowly on the diaper “Wh…what was that all about?” Yoshio narrowed his eyes “If you would’ve laid down clean-up would’ve been impossible, least with the way I did it, it was clean and quick, if not a bit gross….” 

He quickly powdered Aaron again before taping the new diaper on and nodding a bit as he checked the leak guards “There…clean, now…go down and eat, I gotta throw this out outside since you didn’t happen to get a diaper pail too, did ya?” Aaron just slowly shook his head as pulled his pants back up and went to slowly shuffle out of his room and back downstairs. Yoshio sighed softly again as he grabbed the back with the freshly changed diaper in it, walking downstairs and outside towards the trash bin.

He threw the old diaper out and just stood there for a second, realizing it had only been about two hours into the whole weekend. He let a soft groan out as he slowly walked towards the door, knowing this weekend was gonna be filled with a mix of embarrassing situations for both, lots of chores…and a very overgrown toddler he was now in charge of. He reached the door and sighed, it was gonna be a LONG weekend…that was for sure.

[voidvannie]

꒰ఎ REJECTION HURTS! ━━ PART ONE

⋆✩⋆ ─── adore you masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── part two part three

⋆✩⋆ ─── IN WHICH . . . luke overhears a conversation between jack and emersyn that he shouldn't have been listening to, and it ends in rejection, embarrassment and the end of emersyn's stay at the lake house for a while.

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

July 9, 2013

"I don’t wanna tell him!” Luke stops as the hushed voiced of Emersyn and Jack through the locked door of Jack’s bedroom.

"Why not?! This could be a good thing, and you could end up being my sister in the far future!” The youngest of the Hughes clan tilts his head to the side, face scrunched up in confusion as he walks closer to the door to hear better.

“No, Jack. Quinn is never going to know about my crush on him.”

“Alright! Fine! Your secret is safe with me.”

Hours later, Jack and Emersyn had joined their brother’s and the boys' friends, and everyone had begun to notice how weird Luke was being.

“Luke!” Jack snaps over at his little brother, who was shaking the entire table they were all sat at, a deck of cards passed around all of them.

“Stop shaking the tab—,”

"Emmie has a crush on Quinn!”

Everything falls silent as Emersyn sits frozen in her spot, everyone looking between the girl and the oldest brother.

“Awe, Quinn!”

“The baby has a crush on you!”

Emerysn can feel the tears weld up in her eyes as Quinn’s friends started to tease her.

“Emmie, I don’t like you like that.” Quinn laughed in her direction. “I — You're like my sister. I would never like you as more than that.”

“Em, I’m sorry.” Luke frowns as she stands up and quickly rushes out of the room.

“Nice going, idiot.” Jack scoffed, rushing after his best friend, “Emmie! Emersyn!”

June 8, 2014

“What?!” Jack stares at his mom in disbelief as Luke and Quinn follow their dad into the lake house.

“What’s going on?” Quinn frowned at the upset look on his brother's face.

“This is your fault!” Jack spins around to look at his younger brother.

“What’s going on?” Jim looks at his wife for the answer to his and his son’s question.

“Claire just called; she says that Emmie decided she was going to California for the summer instead of joining us all here.” Ellen said, “She’s gonna spend the summer with her cousins.”

“If Luke wouldn’t have opened his big mouth last summer and Quinn wasn’t scared to admit that he liked her, then Emmie would be here!” Jack stomped up the stairs and slamming the door to his room shut.

June 10, 2015

“I’m sorry, Jack.” Emersyn frowns as she sits in the airport with her phone pressed against her ear. “I’m gonna spend another summer in Cali.”

“What? Emmie…is this about—,”

“Yeah.” She sighs, “I can avoid him at school, and around our houses, but I can’t avoid him for three months without thinking about him rejecting my feelings for him. Even if it did happen two years ago.”

Its Jacks turn to sigh, “No, I get it. At least keep me updated. And promise that you’ll call and text me.”

“I will.”

"Love you, Jackie.”

“Love you, Emmie."

June 4, 2017

“Have you heard from Emersyn?” Quinn leaned against Jack’s door in the lake house, arms crossed over his chest, “Is she coming this year?”

Jack scoffed, “No. She’s going back to Cali, again. Where she’s been going for the last couple of years.”

“Is she—,”

“No, okay. Don’t. This is your fault and Luke’s.” Jack tells his older brother.

“How is this our faults?”

“Because! It’s Luke’s fault for listening to something that didn’t concern him and telling you about it! And it’s your fault because you embarrassed her in front of all of your little friends you had over! And you know what? I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t step another foot in this lake house.”

“Maybe I can call her—,”

“Don’t bother.” Jack mumbles as he brushed by him, “She changed her number a year ago.”

June 22, 2017

“Wait, Emmie’s calling me.” Jack pulls his phone out as he sits around a fire pit with a few friends, putting the phone on speaker. “Hey, Emmie!”

“Jack! You will never fucking believe what just happened the other night!” Emersyn’s excited squeal filled the night air.

Jack laughed at her excitement, “By the sound of it, something crazy happened.”

“Yes! So, Ava and some of her friends took me to this karaoke bar that lets teens in every now and then, and of course they forced me to get up and sing—.”

“As they should have.” Jack cuts her off, “You have the voice of a fucking angel!”

“Thank you! Anyway, so as we’re walking out, I bump into someone and it’s Justin fucking Bieber!” Another squeal leaves her lips, “He goes on about how he’s just walking and head me singing so he had to walk on and check out it. Then he tells me that he wants to sigh me to his label!”

“But, because I’m only 17, I had to call mom and dad! then yesterday, I called Justin, and he automatically signed me to his label!”

“Emmie! That’s amazing!” Jack is smiling so hard his face begins to hurt.

“But that means that I gotta move to California.”

The smile slowly begins to face from Jack’s face before he stands up, taking the phone off of speaker and walks towards the lake house, his voice fading as he talked, “What do you mean you’re moving to California?!”

Quinn stares out at the burning flames in the fire pit, a frown on his face and an unfamiliar feeling of dread deep in his stomach as his brother’s words circled around in his head.

Was Emersyn really going to move to California?

June 29, 2017

“Do you have everything that you’re taking with you?” Jack sits on the end of Emersyn’s bed as he looks around at the near empty room.

“Yeah, I think so.” The brunette nodded plopped down next to him, laying her head on his shoulder, “It’s weird.”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah, this is the only place I’ve known since I was eight. Now I’m moving out to California.” She sighs, “We haven’t been apart since I started going to California.”

“We’ll have FaceTime, text. And when I’m drafted for hockey, wherever I go, then we can fly to each other.” Jack smiles as he looks at the wall ahead of him. “Are you gonna say goodbye to Luke and Quinn?”

“Luke, yes. Quinn…. I don’t know.” Emersyn frowned. “I’m not embarrassed anymore that he rejected me in front of his friends, I think I’m more hurt over the fact that I’ve been in love with him since before I even knew what love was. And he laughed and brushed it away as if it meant absolutely nothing to him.”

“Emmie, everyone can see that Quinn looks at you more than just a sister. Even then, but he’s been quieter since you stopped coming to the lake house. I think you should say bye to him.”

“Okay.”

She never did.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

1:55 pmpdt 1 April 2023 Saturday 🪐 sabado

1:56 pmpdt incubus/miñion wa (see that green auto saved box under keyboard ⌨️ on screen pain flesh? Bone 🦴 right bottom head 1:57 pmpdt) wants me to believe I’m too greedy and selfish with food and money 💰, that I should have been more charitable to my cousin, aunt, uncle; that I psychologically? Tortured? My cousin. You had to be there to know. I wrote about it before. Maybe I should have been more giving financially. I think it was 2011? My mom bought a tv 📺 and wanted cable for it. I told her if she got that I would become addicted and I would not get reading 📖 done. I hmmm 🤔 am I wrong about it being 2011? Maybe it was after the lay off. I remember it was October coincidentally someone’s birthday 🎂 that I didn’t talk to anymore. Maybe the tv 📺 was b4, and the cable was a lot later? Anyway, I guess incubus wanted me to pay 💰 for my cousin’s dinners maybe more. I remember sometime btwn august? September? 2011 and November? 2014 b4 moving in together my aunt over the phone ☎️ asks for math 🧮 homework 📚 help to get my cousin’s homework done. I remember her tone grumbly? Communicated to me with her words that I was obligated to and it was my responsibility to help with it. It seemed at the time that she was getting it done for her? I think I reminded her what to tell my cousin so she can do it herself? I think it was very late at night. Bcz she was not at our place I’m thinking Bcz I don’t remember the math 🧮 questions that maybe this was after my cousin punched me very strongly amazingly, painfully in the head that renewed and extended my troubles again from my previous trauma/concussions? (Left hip bone? 🦴 pain 2:14 pmpdt) I don’t think 💭 anyone but me and my 9 year old cousin knew. That was October 2011. So the pizza 🍕 thing could have been September? I don’t remember. 2:16 pmpdt I’ve given a few dollars 💸 and a few (vag pain was that flesh ripping? Stung 2:17 pmpdt 😖😭) 2:18 pmpdt snacks away to random people on the streets in Berkeley who asked. Half were nice, and the other half scared me a little into it. Or maybe one time I was maybe unnecessarily scared. And another time maybe I was necessarily scared Bcz of the way it happened but they didn’t use any physical force or threatening devices. For a lot of my life I was easily a pushover I guess, even though I probably too easily got a few things I wanted like a few times I got free ice cream 🍦 from my school 🏫 mate in the 6th grade. She asked me maybe 3 times? If I wanted ice cream 🍦? And I said yes. And then with the ice cream 🍦 in my hands 🙌 I asked do I have to pay 💰 you back (and I was wishing that I didn’t have to) and she said no. Later I told mom and mom said you’re supposed to pay 💰 her back but I rebutted. To me I didn’t bully her. But she, maybe she really was expecting to be repaid. I checked on her during COVID, she had been collecting gently used eye glasses frames to donate to third? World 🌎 countries. 2:28 pmpdt I should have paid her back. But maybe 🤔 her family was able to afford to be charitable. My dad couldn’t find a teaching job anywhere else but (throat pain 2:29 pmpdt) Oakland at the time being a math 🧮 science teacher 👨🏻‍🏫 for learning disabled high school 🏫 kids. We never lived in Oakland but he moved close to it. I guess in that way we were lucky 🍀. When my mom separated from my dad she initially moved us into a neighborhood that had one bedroom apartments. The car 🚗 got broken into and damaged. (2:38 pmpdt botched? Stereo theft assumed crowbar in tape deck probably attempted to pry it out and my mom reported the stench of beer 🍻 on the seats 💺 2:39 pmpdt) And the park not too far away someone was found in the trash can murdered.

I don’t know if I was shielded from other things that happened or if those were anomaly for that neighborhood but my mom and the next door 🚪 neighbor talked about moving. 2:34 pmpdt my mom still hated me though it seemed. She told me don’t make that face you look like your dad, when I was upset/angry. 2:35 pmpdt (left nose 👃 nostril pain sharp sting) also felt possibly acid on my butt that I’m sitting 🪑 on. Cutting pain vag 2:37 pmpdt). While we lived in this apartment my mom used my birthday money from grandparents to buy a microwave and an elementary school crush named adnan pushed me when I was on Barbie roller skates and I landed on my wrist and it broke (sharp pain left side bottom back had. More pain right side front forehead area etc. 2:42 pmpdt) and had to get a cast on it. 2:43 pmpdt

2:44 pmpdt I didn’t know my aunt and uncle’s financial situation. Maybe I should have asked. Maybe I should have assumed they needed help. When I was at UCB a housemate I was randomly hanging out with for the first time asked to borrow $10 for ice cream. She never paid me back and avoided me ever since. 2:47 pmpdt she talked a lot to guys at the house we were living in. 2:48 pmpdt (tummy ache). Karma again. 2:48 pmpdt

2:49 pmpdt my aunt had recently bought a new car at the time. Maybe my uncle did, too? For some reason I thought it was a Prius but maybe I’m wrong. 2:50 pmpdt presumptuous. 2:51 pmpdt I don’t remember when she bought it. I only remember she had it as far back when I lived at the apartment I lived in btwn march 2011 and November? 2014. 2:53 pmpdt I still feel bad. But this feeling of bad is different than how I usually felt previous years. My cousin was very strong. She had a little Nintendo ds lite was it? With a pet cat dog game for kids. 2:56 pmpdt she could fit my shoes at the time she said. She said someone at the shoe store told her she can wear women’s shoes. I guess I had small feet but by middle school age 2015? I think she had size 10 adult shoes? I am trying to remember. She grew up to a few inches taller than me but she probably could have been taller Bcz her dad was a giant to me. 2:59 pmpdt I don’t think she was deprived. She was confident for her age I think. She liked Nikki Minaj and danced and when we were both at my mom’s laptop she tried to find out the password and take control of it even though I told her no. 3:02 pmpdt She mentioned sometime that her dad didn’t want her to be a kid so they watched I think she mentioned family guy. I don’t remember the year she mentioned that. I don’t remember if she was 9 or 12 years old. When I was invited to go hiking she wanted (acid pain brain skull 3:05 pmpdt) to go with me. When I was doing something in my bedroom she walked by multiple times saying “hi (my name)” minutes apart. When she was 4 years old she was already afraid to touch my guitar probably Bcz her dad had a guitar she said had butterflies on it when she was 9. But when she was 4 years old she played with the guitar stand - the bottom part was spin able so she spun it for minutes? At a time. One kids movie played repeatedly all day when she was 4 years old. If I tormented her psychologically I don’t remember how, incubus. We watched videos on YouTube together when she was 9 years old. 3:11 pmpdt when we lived together in 2015 and it was only the 2 of us left alone I let her do what she wanted and she usually brought a whole package of cookies or crackers and ate most of it herself in the bedroom with her smart phone with the door closed and I heard her laughing probably watching family guy cartoon. I felt like I had no power so I let her do what she wanted. 3:15 pmpdt

3:16 pmpdt pain I did put parental control on the tv but I thought that would block adult content. I think we did hip hop abs once together or I showed it to her-3:21 pmpdt there was a part that was only hip hop dance- and I did pikachu impression once I guess to try to amuse her. But I guess incubus is right maybe I still did somethings that I should not have maybe those things were psychologically torturing? Trying to remember specifically what those were. 3:20 pmpdt 3:22 pmpdt I let her borrow my laptop one night for homework. I helped her make a maze on excel and tried to encourage her to make it using it. A back of cereal box project. 3:25 pmpdt I tried a lot to be nice to her even if I maybe (acid pain brain skull 3:26 pmpdt) had feelings to not be? But I was harder on my aunt. Maybe subconsciously it was Bcz her daughter strongly punched me in the head. 3:27 pmpdt but in the conscious part of my mind it was about self preservation and control- not allowing her to walk all over me? Financially? Maybe it was greed. B4 (vag pain 3:29 pmpdt) we moved in together I was thinking about paying off loans, or going to amen clinics, or moving to New York. 3:31 pmpdt

3:38 pmpdt sharp thick stabs back of head flesh . I guess? I understand their logic? Reasoning . Why they don’t blame themselves for the bad things happening to me. But if you had the intention of hurting me so that’s why you punched me can you really say you’re great? When I never physically hurt you? 3:41 pmpdt did you have the intention to murder me? 3:41 pmpdt

3:42 pmpdt (acid? Pain back mouth throat & tongue 3:43 pmpdt) karam?

3:45 pmpdt on Wikipedia years ago I read that there is an opening? In the top of the skull. Now this moment I question if it’s true. But did my cousin at the age of 9 and karam a 7th grader have been instructed based on this information that there was a weak spot at the top of the human skull Bcz of a artery/vein? Which I believed for years after I read it. Or is incubus gas lighting me? 3:49 pmpdt was incubus trying to drive a wedge socially btwn me and my cousin and my aunt and my middle school? Was he trying to make me angry with lies? Was it a coincidence and not thought out? Idk. 3:52 pmpdt if not, if it was believed, then does that mean they intentionally thought they could kill me that way? And that it would be hard to detect Bcz it’s covered by hair and a lot of people who have concussions forget they hit their head but suffer a lot of after effects afterwards? One of those is was it memory loss? And difficulty keeping relationships long term. 3:56 pmpdt in an amen book I read ≈2010? Or later, an identical twin girl fell out of the top bunk. The twin who didn’t fall out from a tall height was normal probably happy and excelled, and the one that had a concussion didn’t remember she fell out and a lot of problems afterwards. 3:59 pmpdt they say it’s Bcz of the concussion. 3:59 pmpdt idk .

4:03 pmpdt my bones including my skull are probably very weak now. I don’t desire to test it unless it’s an inescapable Armageddon. 4:04 pmpdt

4:05 pmpdt which would probably conveniently reinvigorate the oceans supply. Or I will probably die of a plane crash into the ocean. 4:07 pmpdt 😞lightheaded. 4:07 pmpdt

4:37 pmpdt 4:38 pmpdt why did my aunt need my help for her math homework? Maybe it was algebra and she forgot how to do it? Do pharmacists need algebra to comput doses? I guess not? 4:39 pmpdt (pain left hand flesh and left big toe ballish area. 4:40 pmpdt

4:59 pmpdt

6:50 pmpdt I guess In reality I’m not a great person. I think the incubus gave me a sign via the news that I’m being dumped. I wonder if the world is coming to an end. It’s fine if I get marooned/left behind. I don’t think I would be happy living much longer if incubus is god. 6:53 pmpdt

7:26 pmpdt I feel like I do remember that I did give some people verbally? A hard time and maybe it was psychological. I don’t remember the specifics of what I did. But I feel like It could be true. I can’t remember the details though. I remember once I gave my mom a hard time ≈1996 when she was outside our new apartment with her boyfriend who was younger than her. Bcz I gave her a hard time she told me they broke up Bcz of me, (left hip bone pain 7:30 pmpdt) even though they probably really broke up Bcz he wanted to have kids and she was 39 years old already with 3 kids. Her sister had my cousin when she was ≈40-42 years old, and she told me recently that the father of her daughter said b4 they got married: you have a beautiful body and I will not let you go. My paternal? Grandma had my uncle when she was ≈35 years old. And my problems started summer 2017 (right hip bone pain 7:34 pmpdt). When I was 32? 7:35 pmpdt

7:38 pmpdt maybe this isn’t what the incubus was thinking about when he pointed it out. Bcz it had something to do with keys I think I said she couldn’t have it back Bcz she was doing something outside with him. I said it Bcz dad complained like he was upset that mom was moving on but he probably should have mentioned all the stuff he did and take responsibility for the end of the marriage, too. I’m not going to write it here at least for now. Maybe I will say he did once openly try to date another woman while married to my mom. They talked on the phone and when they met in person for dinner, my mom told me recently that he took her out for an expensive dinner something about lobster or crab and it was the first time meeting up. It’s sounds so stupid it sounds like fiction. He should have walked away rather than going through with it. He told my mom that the woman he went On a date with was fat and he got stuck with the bill. And that he was shocked that she was fat. I guess she had the gift of gab. But my dad was very picky and has said b4 he prefers women to be slender. My dad is cursed I guess. Dumb. And I think he knows it. That he’s dumb. And it was probably a lesson he learned..? Lesson is don’t date when you are married with young children and a teacher with not a big income. My mom said he had a savings but spent it all stupidly probably taking pictures at I think I was told uc Santa Cruz? It’s like he was possessed to do stupid stuff. 7:51 pmpdt 7:54 pmpdt I guess my dad regretted stuff at that moment enough to cry about the chance he lost with my mom. 7:55 pmpdt Bcz he knows he was stupid and cursed? 7:56 pmpdt

9:50 pmpdt my dad also made things with wood. I only know of a coffee table and a yellow wood kids table. 9:50 pmpdt

11:15 pmpdt it’s really mean that he would lie about that. The incubus. I can’t believe anymore. To mess with me like that. That’s horrible. After the second guy (February-March/April 2006 (11:22 pmpdt)) which happened only one time through clothing I was celibate again. Until Scott happened summer 2007. 11:18 pmpdt someone is driving crazy outside. Pain for several minutes left eye area. The part of my skull next to my eye seems very thin. Is that normal? Right side ribs pain when I breathe and coughing. 11:21 pmpdt I didn’t feel org*sms 99.999999999% of the time I think, no matter what (and I think it was simply that they weren’t the right fit. 11:25 pmpdt )

12:11 am pdt I probably only org*smed 2 times. In my life. 12:13 am pdt

That’s excluding times I m*sturbated by myself/alone. 12:15 am pdt my fingers aren’t long enough. 12:16 am pdt

12:36 am pdt I guess I was stupid to believe what I read on Wikipedia. 12:37 am pdt but those punches seemed to have a big effect on me. 12:37 am pdt

[flyingcookierambles]

rant ig

in recent news last week on wednesday my idiot sister and her borderline anti-vax boyfriend got covid and now my mom is getting sick and we’re worried that it’s covid instead of a normal seasonal cold or mild allergy and im just hgioehgaoieh i hate it here no matter what i do to keep myself safe the issue is coming from within the house in my case my sister and her boyfriend stayed had dinner and stayed overnight 2 fridays ago ughghghgh i hate this i hate her literal deadly trash taste in men ghroeahgorehgreog i have asthema my mom has diabetes the idiot trash taste sister also has asthema and a lot of people in my family are 50-60+ year old boomers with various health issues from hard manual labor all their lives as blue collar workers plus my 84 year old grandma ghrueagihreuoghreaoghreio gheriogheovhdfovhav hgorehgaoeh agho plus we’ve started inviting my maternal grandma and her sister to our family parties and they’re like 70-ish or so and my grandma’s sister is only here now bc her husband literally died of covid bc some idiot step-uncle that i’ve never met apparently went to thanksgiving last year without being vaccinated and gave the entire family covid and killed his uncle im just hr igohreaoihraeioghaeoighraioheog ifoahgoheg i hate it here we’ve kicked my sister out to be with her boyfriend bc of the sickness but they were still here in my house i hate it i hate it so much plus the idiot borderline anti-vaxxer boyfriend is a carpenter and he insists on going to work going into people’s homes and businesses while getting angry at the mere suggestion of wearing a mask or doing an at home test and then whenever my sister talks on the phone with my mom she said that her boyfriend said that “she really ought to go back to work even though she’s sick” (puzzlingly her employers also agree despite it being a private nanny job for rich people on the rich side of town watching literally babies (2 kids under 4 years old, idk if they’re even old enough for a ovid shot) plus the employer’s mom died of covid just a few months ago wtf???) and that “my boyfriend’s coworkers all agree that we’re just overreacting about covid “and im just like yeah duh they’re all also constuction workers/carpenters probably who believe in some weird libteratiarn toxic masculinity where other peoples’ lives dont matter to them and grejaigerioaehoe hrgoaho ghreoag seriously im so sick and tired of thes i wish all stupid anti-vaccers a very get polio measles tuberculosis and die if you want to so so so badly bc youre a fragile little snowflake who either thinks that your “special macho dna will out-manliness literal bacteria” or “bill gates is putting microchips in our bodies for the (insert some most likely anti-semitic conspiracy theory about robot lizard alien overlords living in the sewers of atlantis)” and leave the rest of us reasonable folk who listen to science and doctors alone

in other news if i somehow get covid at least my steam deck came in + im literally working my temp office job + my retail job, so i can have an excuse for a break from my 7 days a week, 45-50 hours work that allowed me to afford a steam deck in the first place + we have an excuse to not go to the cousin that we don’t like’s wedding next weekend in ohio so gihiroeahgeorihgoe eh :/

im so tired

when the idiots stayed over it was in my sisters’ childhood room that shares a cold air vent with my mom’s room next door

ughghghghghghghg if we don’t get it at this point its a miracle

like 3/4 of all covid scares that happened to my family so far have been from my sister’s dumb libertarian anti-vaxxer/anti-covid boyfriends im just like kick her out of the house go away i cant take it anymore

if i have to call off work i want my sister to pay for my doctor’s appointment to get my inhaler prescription, my inhaler, and all the days i have to call off work, i would never get this normally, ive literally worn a mask all this time since like 2020 march when going to work even now i am the only one both my work places that consistently wears one and with this scare im eating outside in the cold windy autumn at the picnic tables for the smokers bc i dont want to be *that guy* who infects the entire office

ughghghghghgh i hate it here

[sarnianightlive]

lured out of my room with promise of pelau only to have a (delicious) sandwich for dinner

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Good with Kids - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Prompt: Maybe like R is very hard but soft with kids? Idk whatever u want I don’t care as long as it’s Queen Mewis.

Note, so pretty sure this sucks, so let me know. 

“And the crew down there are my nieces and nephews,” Kristie motioned to the group pf young kids racing around the yard, the oldest being only eight, youngest three, trying to keep up the older kids. Y/N nodded seriously, taking in all the name and faces she had met at the family barbeque.

“Kristie, stop calling them that, it sounds like I have a stash of kids that no one knows about,” Sam stomped a foot, dramatically complaining to her sister.

“I don’t know family tree math,” Kristie shrugged her shoulders.

“Cousins Kris, they’re called cousins,” Sam rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, same thing,” Kristie smiled, knowing she was getting under her sisters skin, Y/N finally cracking a small smile.

“Not the same thing!” Sam exclaimed, she knew what Kristie was doing, but couldn’t help her reaction, drawing the attention of several other family members. Kristie grinned in return while her sister scowled, the family members all giggling, used to the two sisters bantering.

“Be nice to your sister Kristie,” her mom warned, with a smile.

Sam grinned triumphantly at her sister, who just rolled her eyes and tugged Y/N’s hand to the stairs of the deck, leading her to meet the group of kids.

“I thought you liked this girl Kristie,” one of her aunts teased when she saw where they were headed.

Kristie laughed, “I do,” she squeezed one of Y/N’s cheeks, drawing another small smile from the normally stoic woman, “but I think she’ll be able to handle herself.”

“Good, then come sit with me” her grandma cut in, shooing one of the other older grandchildren out of a chair next to her.

Kristie bit her lip and gave Y/N a hesitant look, Y/N giving her a reassuring smile and nod in return, pushing Kristie to sit with her grandparents.

Y/N walked the rest of the way down to kids playing tag in the grass. Kristie sat in the chair, shifting it so she could still see Y/N.

“She’s survived this long today, she won’t run away now,” her aunt teased, handing Kristie another beer.

“I know, but look at her,” Kristie motioned to where Y/N was already beginning to play tag with the kids, “she’s kind of hot, I want to look at her all the time,” she winked at another cousin across from her, drawing an eyeroll from everyone, her grandma giving her a gentle smack in the bicep.

The group grew and shrunk as the afternoon wore on, people coming and going, joining different groups or bouncing between them all. Kristie did her best to concentrate on the people around her, but her focus kept shifting down to the large yard where Y/N was still with the kids, them having accepted her as their own.

The kids and Y/N had found a youth size football, a small game going on. The word game used loosely, mostly the kids running around and Y/N gently throwing it for them to catch or running with it and them all tackling her to the ground. The adults all watched on, sharing smiles when they saw how happy all the kids were, Y/N distributing attention to them all, none of them feeling left out. Shifting easily to be a little rougher with the bigger kids, and incredibly gentle with the smaller ones.

“Alright, go get your kid and we’ll get ours,” one of the aunts smiled at Kristie, motioning to the group of kids attempting to drag Y/N down, “supper is ready.”

The pair made their way down the stairs, “supper guys, go wash your hands,” the aunt clapped her hands, gaining the attention of the group.

“Five more minutes!” the oldest called out.

“Yeah! Five more minutes!” Y/N called out from the bottom of the pile of kids, head popping up while she gently lifted a small body off her, it quickly replaced by another.

The rest of the parents all laughed, having been prepared to wrangle their own kids to the table, not expecting the lone adult to be difficult as well. Kristie stared at her girlfriend, mouth agape, before closing it and giving Y/N a hard stare.

Y/N immediately began sitting up, shifting kids to sit up with her, “supper guys! Lets go wash our hands!” the kids all began to scamper off her and race to the bathroom to wash their hands.

“Guess who just earned all future babysitting jobs,” one of the uncles patted Kristie on the back while following the rest of the family inside.

Kristie’s eyes never left Y/N as she pushed herself up once all limbs were untangled from her, brushing off any loose grass before meeting Kristie’s, giving her a wide smile.

“You really are a big kid, aren’t you?” Kristie met her as Y/N began to walk forward, wrapping her arms around her middle.

Y/N smiled down at the blonde, wrapping an arm of her own around Kristie’s shoulders, the couple making their way to the house.

Y/N pulled away when they walked in the house, washing her hands, before sitting at the table next to Kristie.

Supper was a loud, busy thing. Family all talking over each other, stories being thrown about, gentle ribbing all around.  

“You are nothing like these two described you, Y/N,” an aunt smiled across the table, shooting a smirk to Kristie, who rolled her eyes at the teasing.

“Oh?” Y/N turned, giving Kristie a smirk of her own, then shifting her eyes to Sam, who blushed at the look.

“Yupp!” an uncle grinned as well, “Sammy makes you sound terrifying,” he nudged the blushing blonde, “I think she’s scared of you.” Y/N had a hard exterior, and was very quiet, many people interpreting both for her to be very unapproachable.

“I am not!” Sam was quick to defend herself, “I’m not scared of you Y/N,” she looked at Y/N eyes wide, still blushing, Y/N continued to smirk at her, “I’m not!”

“Sure you’re not Sammy,” Y/N just winked, “what are you telling them?”

“Nothing! Kristie says stuff,” Sam stammered out, trying to push the blame onto her sister, pointing across the table. Kristie giggled at how flushed her sister got over nothing.

“They’re fishing Ssmmy,” Kristie smiled, resting a hand on Y/N’s thigh, the couple smiling as Sam flopped back in her chair, mouth wide, realizing she fell right into it.

The table as laughing at Sam, Kristie squeezed Y/N’s thigh, leaning slightly into her side, tilting her chin up and smiling at her girlfriend.

Someone else was about to tease Sam as well, but was cut off by cutlery hitting a plate, a loud “no” being called from the children’s table further down. Everyone looked over to a pouting toddler, arms crossed, lips pursed out, eyebrows furrowed. An exasperated ten year old glaring down. Letting out a sigh, an aunt pushed up from the table, squatting in between the children, working to sooth both upset children.

After a few minutes, the aunt stood up with the toddler in her arms, taking the plate off the table with her and returning to her original seat, toddler remaining on her lap.

The pout remained firm on the toddler’s face with his face tucked into his mom’s neck. Everyone else ignored the outburst, resuming conversation, mom continuing to try and encourage the boy to eat.

Part of the face peaked out, shyly trying to glance around the table, making eye contact with Y/N who made a funny face before anyone else noticed. Giggling, he tucked his face back in briefly, before coming back out, Y/N giving him another silly face.

His mom tried to encourage a fork of food, a grumbled “no”, and his face burrowed back in. Letting out a sigh, she dropped the fork back to his plate, going back to her own.

Y/N bit her lip when she noticed a small hand creep out and towards her plate, one eye peeking out from his mom’s shoulder. She slid her plate closer to the boy, offering her fork out to him. Supressing her own giggle, she watched while the boy awkwardly fisted the fork and stabbed blindly at food on her own plate, no one else at the table aware, having moved on to teasing someone else. The boys head finally lifted fully to put the forkful of food in his mouth, not gaining the attention of his mom.

“Oh Y/N I am so sorry,” she apologized once she realized where the fork of food had come from, noticing the plate of food pushed closer to them.

“Don’t worry about it, my food is just better I guess,” Y/N smirked, shrugging one shoulder, everyone giggling as the small boy reached out for another forkful of food.

“How come at camp you threatened to stab me with my own fork when I wanted to try some of your food?” Sam gasped when she watched the boy go in for a third forkful.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Y/N played coy, rotating the plate to give the boy something else to stab, subtly encouraging the pile of broccoli on the other side.

The boy crinkled his nose, trying to spear another piece of chicken on the far end. Y/N intercepted the fork, taking it into her own hand, and making a show of picking up broccoli and enjoying the bite. Winking at the boy, she stabbed a smaller piece, twirling the fork for his to take it.

Instead of using his hands, he leaned forward, eating off the fork while Y/N held it. His mom rolled her eyes, everyone else giggling at the boy. He pulled himself out of his moms arm, crawling awkwardly into Y/N’s lap.

“No, buddy, you can’t sit in Y/N’s lap,” his mom gripped his hips to try and pull him back.

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N helped guide him the rest of the way, helping him settle in her lap.

Kristie stared lovingly at her girlfriend, watching as Y/N guided another forkful of broccoli into his mouth, the boy shook his head, refusing the vegetable. Y/N smiled, diverting the fork to her mouth, taking the bite with a dramatic chomping sound. His eyes tracked the motion, before clumsily picked up his fork to mimic the action.

Y/N smirked and shot a wink to his mom, everyone’s mouths dropping when he took another without prompting. The meal continued on, the pair continuing to eat off each other’s plates, the boy no longer complaining about eating any of the food.

Desert took everyone to the backyard, a fire having been started, ingredients for smores set out. Several of the kids having found their way to Y/N’s lap, one sat on either thigh, a third squished in the middle, and two more with chairs pulled as close as possible on either side.

Everyone watched while Y/N gave each child equal attention, helping one put a marshmallow on the skewer while answering another’s question, managing to keep all settled.

“You’ve got a good one Kristie,” an aunt leaned over when she saw the blonde watching her girlfriend, her gave soft, smile wide as she took in the woman with all the kids.

Kristie shyly looked away, “I know,” she looked to her aunt, “except now she has me jealous of a bunch of kids.”

They watched as Y/N helped a smaller hand onto to one stick, her other protectively holding a leaning body off her knee.

“That’s alright, I am too,” the uncle on the other side chuckled, “we have spent years trying to get them to all get along and she strolls in and does it without even trying.”

The adults kept an eye on the kids and Y/N, looking over frequently when they noticed how quiet the whole group had gotten. Parents brought their phones out, snapping several pictures of the entire crew asleep. Y/N reclined in the chair, three bodies in her lap leaning into her chest, two on either side snuggled under each arm.  

[jangmi-latte]

❝ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ❞

➻ content: just the kingscholar family shipping y/n and their second prince

➻ warnings: to the max diabetes²

➻ comments: i've marked my word. here it is. i'm gonna make this pancake extra fluffy.

wow this is 2279 words...

The Afterglow Savanna is known to hold the royal family of the Kingscholars along with having a warm to hot tropical climate. A homeland that has women that are highly respected by men. A place where strength, agility, intelligence, and power are looked up to. 

A palace where crackheads are concerningly suited on the throne.

“Papa!” a little cub of five-years-old came dashing over to the throne room followed by his babysitter. “Papa!” he called again, clinging unto the taller man’s legs who was currently conversing with a servant. Farena looked down at his little replica and chuckled. He scooped up the little boy. “What is it, son?” he grinned letting the servant excuse himself. 

Cheka giggled, wrapping his little arm around his father’s neck before stretching his other arm out to the entrance of the throne room, indicating he wanted to bring him somewhere. With a gleeful proclamation, he bounced, “They’re outside! Uncle Leona went out of his room again! And–”

“He is?!” boomed the king, the regality in his persona now dispersed at the sound of his brother. The cub clapped his hands, laughing loudly as his father carried him outside to peek at the balcony. The royal servants looked at each other in surprise and confusion. It wasn’t a surprise that the king is known to be outgoing and loud, however, for what reason?

Farena peered over at the balcony from the highest area of the palace. His eyes glancing down at the vast savannah below him while Cheka wiggled, being placed down on the balcony railing while being held by the king. “Where are they?” he mumbled. Was he perhaps, hiding?

“There! There they are! Papa, he’s holding her hand!” Cheka pointed out with a little bounce.

“No way. Cheka call your mother.”

“No! I want to see Uncle Leona!”

The king grumbled with a pout. His little replica simply stuck his tongue out before glancing back at where he spotted his uncle. They were quite far from the palace, not far enough to be unseen. It was as clear as day to see that he accompanied a smaller woman beside him. Her attire is similar to those of the royal guards. Was it a rarity to see even Leona wearing something befitting for his title as a prince, maybe? Probably forced to do so but that doesn’t matter. Farena and Cheka are both enjoying watching the little date go on.

“Papa, will I have a little cousin?” pouted Cheka as he fiddled with his little tail. Farena arched his eyebrow, glancing at his son. “What’s with the sudden question?”

With a bigger pout, he looked at his father. “I want a playmate!” he innocently said. His father chuckled, “Why don’t you ask your uncle? He’s the only one who can give you a cousin.”

“But he hasn’t kissed auntie y/n yet! He said he doesn’t want to.” He huffed.

“Be patient, Cheka. Your uncle needs more time. And besides, you’ll have one soon,” Farena booped his son’s nose making the younger lion sigh. “Fine…” he whined.

Down below at the grounds of the savannah, the stalked second prince leaned against the tree while he looked up at the woman climbing with half-lidded eyes. Keeping his green eyes on a lookout for any loose branch that could easily break under her weight. “I don’t get what’s your objective,” he called, seeing as she easily chopped off the stem of an apricot. 

“You could fall.”

“Awww,” you cooed, holding on a branch as you leaned down, “Is the prince looking out for me?” you teased as you bit off the apricot. Leona rolled his eyes, “It’s a loss for the royal guards if anything happened to you. You’re one of the careless batches,” he commented, half teasing as he smirked. You continued to bite from the apricot, sitting on a sturdy batch that’s just above Leona. 

“Hey, I’m perfectly capable of beating you up anytime I want to.”

“Wanna bet?” he challenged as he tilted his head up. His eyes held an attractive lazy look, half-lidded, and lips pressed in a thin line. Kissable.

“Nah,” you refused with a mouth full of apricot. “I prefer to finish my apricot and just lay on this branch while I watch you fall asleep and then leave you.” You threw the fruit’s seed and placed your elbows on your thighs, your face being cupped by your hands as you smiled down at the prince. His eyes were already closed, his tail was gently swishing along with his ears twitching. Nonetheless, the more you stared, the more you were falling for this man. 

“Coward. You wouldn’t want to admit I can easily defeat you with how small you are.” His voice cut off your daydreaming state. Unbeknownst to him, in just a second, his body was now slammed to the ground – with a loud grunt at that – with you on top. Easily pinning him down with both your arms on the sides of his head and your knees at the sides of his waist. “Is that a challenge, Your Highness?” you smirked.

Leona arched an eyebrow, lips staying neutral as he just stared at you. Ah, gorgeous. The confidence and cheekiness in your eyes were attractive. A true guard, courageous and willing to face any challenges. Even going as far as challenging the prince himself. If that wasn’t a turn on, what else. Love is stupid. 

“Maybe.” He lazily placed his arms under his head. “It’s warm. Makes me want to sleep.”

“Leona, you’re no fun.” 

“I can see what’s happening,” Farena sighed as he leaned on his cheek. Cheka glanced over at his papa, “What?”

“And they don’t have a clue.”

“Who?”

Farena pointed at the two lions at the distance who are now walking over to a small lake. The other lazily walking behind the female who was already feet away from him. “They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom like – our trio’s down to two.” He brought up to fingers while Cheka, who had no idea what his father was talking about, simply let out an ‘oh’.

“Ze sweet caress of twilight.” Cheka giggled at his father’s ridiculousness, “There’s magic everywhere. And will all this romantic atmosphere…” Farena sighed but smiled. “Cheka, my boy, you’ll be having a cousin earlier than I expected. But, don’t tell your uncle I told you.” He winked as Cheka cheered.

Disaster’s in the air.

The waters are still and cool. The sun was dipping and the birds soared the sky as if they’re painting it with an array of warm colours. The deck creaked with every step you took. You lowered yourself, kneeling on the side to scoop up some water to drink. Leona was beside you glancing at both your reflections before his eyes wandered over at yours. Contemplated, was his emotions getting the better of him. No other woman could make him feel...important. Not his brother, not the school, not Cheka, it was a mere royal guard. Someone important to his life in the purpose of protection. You were important to him that way, or was it?  

Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things

You opened your eyes, calmly sipping the water in your hands. Eyes meeting green ones from the reflection. You smirked, “Hey, Leona,” you called and glanced up. “Since when was the last time you bathe?” you questioned with a little tilt of your head. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Last ni– oi!” he growled upon feeling the water dripped down his face after you threw the water on him. 

Laughing, that’s what echoed throughout the lake. No fear of getting in trouble. No harm is done. Just a wet prince. “Again?! Didn’t hear you!” You jumped. Water splashing across the deck and drenching Leona more. His white shirt now sticking on his skin as you swim up to greet him. “You’re going to do my laundry,” he tsked and glared at your grinning form. 

“And what are you doing just standing at the shallow part of the lake?” He crossed his arms, an arch of an eyebrow mocking you as you looked down at yourself. The water reached your chest and your feet were planted firmly on the soil below. “Can’t reach?” he mocked leaning over you from the deck. You stuck your tongue out and placed your hand to your hips. “So? I can swim.”

“Prove it.”

“Not until you jump in first.”

“I’m perfectly fine staying up here where it’s dry.”

“Maybe it’s you who couldn’t swim,” you taunted and leaned your head on the deck. 

As if on cue, your eyes immediately closed. Feeling the water splash your face when Leona jumped in. Hah, who knew a little taunt could make the lazy prince prove to you who’s the dominant one in this friendship. He can prove himself when he tries. Sure, you’re a strong-willed woman, but you sure do love to play with his strings. He didn’t come back up from the water. 

You knew what was coming.

“Leona–!” 

So many things to tell her But how to make her see The truth about my past? Impossible She’d turn away from me 

Descending underwater and gripping on his arms, you forced yourself to float atop. More training on readying your breathing, yes? You pushed your head up the water and inhaled deeply. “You ass…” you coughed and kept a tight grip on his arm. He ascended from the water and chuckled. “Congrats, you can swim this far.” You looked over your shoulder with wide eyes. You were far from the deck. Made you wonder how fast could Leona swim. “P-Put me back!” you screamed and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

The prince merely laughed at you. A melodious tune anyone would rarely hear coming from him. Only pops out when he’s mocking you. Strong and courageous? You look like a small kitten clinging on him like that. An urge to protect you despite it being your job to protect him. “Leona!” you yelled, “Bring me back it’s deep!” you panicked.

“I’m not going to let you go, dumbass.” His grip around your waist tightened. Just trust him. That’s all he ever wanted. Something he couldn’t give easily and yet he wanted it to be earned. 

You looked at him and back at the water. He can swim. It was effortless. Your little teasing has led you screaming in fear. Leona is someone unpredictable. Yet the grip on your waist had made you relax a little as your ears flattened against your head. “What will I do to you if you drop me?” 

“Stab me if you want, I don’t care. I stay with my word.” He shrugged. You looked at him in surprise. Again, an unpredictable man. Did he really think you’re capable of hurting him? Was he joking? Leona, stop staring.

He’s holding back, he’s hiding But what, I can’t decide Why won’t he be the king I know he is The king I see inside?

“You’re making me suspicious.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Uh-huh?”

“I’ll stab you if you don’t tell me.”

“You’re confusing me more than I confuse you and I hate it.” He grumbled.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” You could tell, he was getting annoyed the more you spoke. Who cares? If taunting him was the only way to get him to speak, you would. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Whatever you’re hiding.”

“That I love you?”

Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things

So blunt, so endearing. His gaze, even, remained neutral with just an eyebrow arched as he just stared at you. Your breaths syncing as you just looked at each other’s eyes. He hated it. He hated your silence. His pride, wrecked, just like that. Your eyes say, what he assumed to be, doubt and surprise. “Let’s go back. I’m tired.”

“You could’ve just told me, you asshat.” you laughed as you adjusted yourself, wrapping your legs around his waist. “And let me speak next time. I hate it when you doubt yourself,” you said and cupped his face. He narrowed his eyes at you before rolling them, “I wasn’t.”

“Haha… very funny, Your Highness.” 

With that, you pressed your lips on his. Requited love sending sparks upon both your lips. A tightened hold on both bodies as the sun shone a silhouette on your form. Tails flicking across the water, the kiss deepening and leaving you breathless. So soft, addicting, just like you said, kissable. A desire to reconnect and devour his hidden affection. That is His Highness, Leona Kingscholar. Not a king, just a prince. No title to behold or rank the amount of love you held for him.

Can you feel the love tonight? You needn’t look too far Stealing through the night’s uncertainties Love is where they are

“And if he falls in love tonight…” sniffled Farena while Cheka patted his tears away. “It can be assumed.” He smiled at his son who pouted. “His carefree days with us are history.”

“What’s carefree?”

“In short: Our pal is doomed!” hollered the king. Cheka looked over his shoulder before back at his father. He doesn’t know what’s going on with his papa or whatever is still coming out of his mouth. All he knows is that he saw the both of you kiss and now he cheered.

“Papa! Mama! I’m gonna have a playmate soon!!!”

[sillyroyalty]

Edit : reuploaded separately because I ended up attaching this to a reblog. I don’t want to inconvenience others viewing the comments with my long as paragraph so I thought it over

Note: oc for Sincerely Not, an absolutely amazing attention grabbing story by @saintobio . I recommend it anyone who’s 18 and over since it’s a mdni

My post is purely for fun and Yuuta simping because he is fine af in this fic and needs love 😌

This reminds me of the doodle I did in chemistry class instead of paying attention. I remembered that someone made and oc (I think they made a character that was the by blood sister of satoru? The white haired one?) And they provided facts about the character and how they would play out in the story. In the moment I had a thought and doodled out a concept. However this character while connecting to a character in SN isn’t necessarily invested in the affairs and family drama (she’s on the border of it though), instead she seeks out the affection and companionship of the Second Gogou son…Yuuta👀

Mona Zenin

Step 1 : concept art and plot

*the doodle I did behind my teachers back🙊 haha please excuse the scribbles I call sketches, I had to be sneaky

Mona Zenin (18-19 yrs old) the younger sister of our favorite manipulator Naoya Zenin. Just another child the sea of the Zenins. She has no clout sadly because Naoya is probably gonna inherit all the business shit if given the chance also there’s a long ass line before that happens. (Toji, Megumi, Maki,Mai,etc). In the end I’m terms of benefits for the family she’s useless. It doesn’t help the fact that this young lady has no sense of money and has not a damn clue how to run a business. Mona can’t tell you the state of the stock market but she can tell you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell :D

Now as you’ve guessed useless = not exactly mommy or daddy’s favorite 😞

I mean they don’t hate her, nonono, they just try to keep her away from business partners and business info 🙃 because she blabs everything to Toji anyways

Step 2 : about Mona

Mona was born weak and was always a sickly child, spent most of her toddling days in the hospital or puking on expensive shit. The Zenins have maids specifically tasked to look after her. Now our Mona is mostly healthy but the house servants have grown attached, looks at the wittle Miss Mona eating and growing 🥺💓

Mona is dressed by the maids. Sadly they be out there dressing her in frills while her cousins ( Maki and Mai) and other rich kids are decked out in fashion. Mona feels awkward and out of place, the weird looks and whispers she gets are hurtful, all she’s known as is the ugly duckling of the Zenin clan.

That’s not to say Mona is actually useless…she’s creative and smart, does well at science and English, and loves to act on stage for school plays- but none of that is important to the Zenin clan now ?

To sum it up Mona has all the cons of being a Zenin but none of the pros.

Step 3: relationships with Sn cast ?

Yuuta: He’s sweet, adorable and well mannered, and compared to most socialites actually down to Earth. Talks to Mona during gatherings, invites her to hang out with her cousins and him. She feels happy with him. Mona hates herself quite a bit, she feels helpless and trapped but with Yuuta she feels as if they are in the same page. He dances with her at the balls when everyone else picks the elegant Maki and Mai. He indulges in the theatrics Mona does. Mona is dead ass in love, she holds a silver of hope that she’ll be able to marry him. Will Mr Gogo and Eula give his hand to her ? She maybe and outcast but nevertheless she is a ZENIN…. Mona hates sucking up to her parents and other rich snobs but to up her status so they’ll let her marry him…she’ll suck up to whoever and study all the business books in the world to be by his side and support him.

Naoya : She doesn’t really bother with him, she knows about the whole Eula thing- she’s not going to bring it up ever though…she hates Naoya, he’s annoying, spoiled, and unfaithful but he is a man and the apple of their parents eye. Mona will simply keep quiet but Naoya know quite a bit about her, it’s not like she can keep her mouth shut anyways. She’ll rant to him often and they have their occasional arguments over petty things ( ah siblings)

Naoya knows about Mona’s crush on Yuuta…he promised he’d slip in a good word about her to the Gogo clan so they’ll consider her for their younger son.

Well to be fair the entire Zenin family knows about her crush, they find it cute and funny.

Maki, Mai and Megumi will sometimes subtly make up excuses and set Yuuta and Mona up 😄

Toji even promised he’d introduce and get her in touch with Y/N L/N one day …maybe she’ll help Mona get a better dressing sense because this girl is dressed like a old time Victorian porcelain doll 😔

Mona feels lonely often but looking into her family’s actions more closely perhaps they aren’t ashamed of her after all 💙. But then again all of this could be wishful thinking…what they are just playing with her ? The fear that all his kindness is a joke for their amusement keeps Mona up often at night

Mona’s official character look : (thank you picrew for saving my ass) I’d draw her personally but my art style is garbage also my chemistry work is pending 😭

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Unlikely friends: Part 2

Azula comes to visit you in the earth kingdom and the two of you spend more time together leading Azula to confess her feelings.

Part one here

Part three here

Azula’s POV

Azula lasted 1 month, 2 weeks and 4 days before she took you up on your offer to escape to the earth kingdom. She and Zuko had gotten into a silly argument and Azula really wanted to get away from the fire nation and him. So she wrote to you and received a reply hours later. You told her to come immediately and listed the address. So Azula was walking through the streets of an earth kingdom village searching for Toph’s school. It was pretty easy, the whole town seemed to be proud to be chosen by Toph Beifong and she passed many people in uniforms or signs boasting this was the proud location of the best earth bending school in the world. Azula knew she’d arrived when she found an 8-foot statue of Toph outside a large building. She supposed Toph herself had made it and had to admire the girl’s confidence. Azula knocked on the door but it fell open. She walked inside and could hear the soft thudding of earth bending somewhere further inside. You had only said to come to the school so Azula didn’t know what to do next. She looked around and found a child around age 10 or so. "You boy tell me where can I find y/n" she called. The boy shrugged "I don’t know". Azula narrowed her eyes "well is she teaching a class? What’s your best guess for her location?". The boy sighed "why should i tell you?". Azula had always hated children and got a strong urge to throttle the boy but she breathed deeply "because i’m a friend of hers and i need to see her". "I’ll take you to her....if you pay me, you look rich". "Five" Azula bargained and the boy shook his head "fifty". "Ten" Azula bargained but the boy shook his head "now it’s sixty". Azula broke and grabbed the boy’s sleeve as she lit her other hand on fire "listen here you little monster....” she started when someone came around the corner. “Sifu Toph this woman is attacking me!” the child cried and Azula paused letting the kid go. “Toph I....”. “Let me guess, you were looking for y/n and Lamo here asked you for money? So you threatened him”. Azula blinked “yes exactly, if you’re upset...” she started when Toph turned to the boy. “Lamo what did I tell you about choosing your opponents wisely? You see a scary fire bender and challenge her? Do you have a death wish?”. The boy stammered “sorry sifu Toph” and bowed deeply. “Enough of that now go train!” Toph barked and Azula admired how the boy ran away as fast as he could. She watched him go before awkwardly turning to your cousin. Azula had hardly spoken to the girl and the few times she had, they’d been trying to kill each other but hopefully that was in the past. “Y/n’s this way” Toph said breaking the silence and Azula just nodded following her. It was an awkward walk but as Toph was your closest family Azula wanted her to like her. “I wasn’t really going to burn him” she clarified “I was just going to scare him a bit”. Toph made a grunt in reply “the lily liver would deserve it, attacking someone from the fire nation, you people are so fickle with your honour. You taught him a good lesson about staying away from fire folk”. “You’re welcome?” Azula offered. Toph shot her a look and Azula realised she shouldn’t have said that. Thankfully they reached you before Toph could reply.

Your POV

You were in the middle of class when you heard the door open and you turned. You stopped midsentence and grinned “Azula!”. You paused realising everyone in the room, including your students were staring and coughed “Azula...if you would please just wait over there i’ll be with you soon”. Azula nodded smiling slightly and you looked away so as to not blush. “Anyway so as I was saying....” you started when Toph stepped forwards “I got this y/n, you go see to your guest”. You grinned “really?”. Toph smiled, she’d seen how your face lit up when you looked at Azula and figured you deserved an evening off. “Sure” Toph nodded and you grinned patting her arm before rushing to Azula. You led Azula outside of the gym and into your private quarters before throwing your arms around her in a hug. "It’s so good to see you but of course sorry circumstances! How are you?". Azula shrugged "i’m okay, me and Zuzu always argue it’s nothing new....thank you for letting me come here on such short notice though. I hope i didn’t cause too much of a disturbance?". "Nah that was the last class of the day so your timing was perfect". Azula blushed as you emphasised the word perfect while staring at her and you smiled. "So i’ll show you where you can put your stuff and then we can go get some food and have a catch-up! I like our letters but it just can’t compare to talking to you in person". Azula smiled pleased you felt that way also "i agree, there’s no replacement for hearing and seeing you". This time you were the one blushing but you smiled brightly and took Azula’s hand "well come on then, let's get started" and led her away.

"It was my fault" Azula sighed recounting the argument to you "i was in a bad mood because of our mother’s visit and so i was snapping at Zuko and then he snapped back". You nodded your head listening with a worried look. "And i know our mother is trying but i...i think i still have some issues with her that i should really address". You nodded your head "would you be able to discuss them with her or do you need more time to heal?". Azula shrugged "maybe, i don’t know....anyway enough about me, tell me all about your new life! How is it being a renown earth bending teacher?". You laughed “i’m not so sure about that, Toph’s the talent, I just handle the basic and beginners but I don’t mind that I’ve never been fond of children, especially as they get older and more annoying”. Azula smiled at you and you frowned “what?”. “Nothing” she smiled looking away “I just knew there was a reason I liked you”. You grinned “because I hate children?”. “Precisely” Azula nodded and you both laughed. "I wish i was around you more" Azula said suddenly and you paused managing not to blush "you do?". She nodded "i feel calmer with you, my temper here feels completely under control but at home...". "Hey the important thing is you're trying to control it" you smiled putting a hand on her arm "you’ll get the hang of it, one day at a time remember?". Azula nodded glancing at your hand on her. You went to move it away noticing when Azula put her hand on top of yours "thanks y/n".

Azula’s POV

“No problem Azula” you smiled and Azula just allowed herself to admire you. You looked so beautiful just sat on the deck of your garden smiling at her...Azula felt her breath stifle. "Why are you staring, is something wrong?" you asked as Azula gazed at you intently but she shook her head "nothing...the opposite actually, you look so beautiful". Azula had no idea where that confidence had come from but she meant what she said, here with you all her insecurities just melted away. She felt good enough, you made her feel good enough.  A blush appeared on your cheeks but you only looked away for a few seconds. “You should see it from my view" you replied and Azula grinned. Azula had made her feelings clear and this was you returning them. She couldn’t be happier but she had to make sure before she moved onto the next step...

Your POV

Azula smiled and leant closer to you “y/n can i kiss you?". "I thought you’d never ask" you smirked and Azula kissed you. She held onto your cheek softly as she tenderly and almost cautiously kissed you. Azula was very gentle and you were pleasantly surprised, you found this timid Azula adorable. You pulled away and the sun made Azula’s face glow but her red cheeks were all her own. "I...i like you, a lot" Azula blushed and you smiled taking her hand "i like you too...a lot". Azula laughed "that’s a relief! It’d be awkward if you didn’t after that”. You laughed “it would be” and stroked the top of her hand “but that’s not the case, I like you with every fibre of my being. I have since our trip” you explained. Azula nodded “I did too I just didn’t realise it, i’m annoyed it took me this long but I mean to make up for the lost time”. “That sounds good” you smiled and Azula’s eyes flicked over you. “In that case....can i kiss you again?". "Yes and you can stop asking now, the answer will always be yes" you told her. "Got it" Azula nodded and you smirked at how adorable she was before leaning in to kiss her again.

The next few days were a blur with Azula. You took her all over your town and just enjoyed being totally and utterly in each others company. It was the perfect weekend for a new couple but Azula was scheduled to leave the next day putting a slight negative atmosphere over the day.

After a walk to a restaurant Azula had taken a liking to you returned to the porch where you first kissed and lounged in the sinking sunlight. “I don’t want you to go” you said softly and Azula nodded draping her arm around you and pressing her face into your hair “me either”. You melted into her more and Azula wrapped her arms around you fully. Azula held you, watching the sunset and marvelled at how perfect her visit had been. Since she was a child she didn’t think such a sweet innocent experience would ever occur to her but she was wrong. She looked down at you against her and an idea came to her.

“Come back to the fire nation with me” Azula said suddenly and you sat up surprised. “Come back...but Azula you know I have to stay here and help Toph”. “I didn’t mean permanently I just meant for the remainder of my mom’s stay? She’s only going to be another 4 days and I meant what i said, i’m better around you and i want to show my mom and Zuko that i’m not who i once was and i think i can with your help...". The tone of Azula’s voice made you sigh and you turned to face her properly "you said that knowing i wouldn’t be able to resist didn’t you?". Azula smiled "i suspected appealing to your selfless kind nature might help". "Stop flattering i’ll come back with you" you rolled your eyes and Azula gasped. "Y/n thank you!" she cried peppering your face and lips with kisses. You pretended to be annoyed but seeing Azula’s genuine happiness at the thought of you coming back with her made you smile.

Azula’s POV

You stayed out on the porch long after the sunset and when you did stumble inside you both jumped to see Toph sat in the room. “Nice night?” she asked. Azula felt her hand in yours and knew even though the girl was blind she could sense things like this. Azula glanced at you but you didn’t seem nervous. “We did thank you, how about you?”. Toph nodded her head “I did, y/n can you please do and tell Raosheng in the village that I will be requiring his help running the school while you are in the fire nation?”. Azula jolted expecting an argument but again you didn’t tense. “I have already sent him a letter but I will go and make sure he knows, be right back” you smiled and walked out the door. Silence settled and Azula stared at Toph in horror. Toph was basically your only family, the person who meant the most to you in the world...if she didn’t get on with her that could wreck the whole relationship. Azula cleared her throat “so you heard our conversation about y/n visiting me?”. Toph nodded her head “I didn’t mean to but I got worried you were trying to poach my best teacher”. “No i’d never try and take her from you, I know how much you both care for one another” Azula rushed to reassure her. Toph made a noise and stood up going to leave the room. “Do you...did you hear anything else?” Azula asked and Toph paused. “I know you’re dating my cousin if that’s what you mean”. Azula went to ask how when Toph laughed “the two of you aren’t subtle, y/n’s always worn her heart on her sleeve but even she was too blissfully happy for it to be because of your presence alone, no offence”. “None taken” Azula shrugged. She supposed Toph must be fine with it and so satisfied her relationship wasn’t in danger went to leave the room when the door closed. “I trust y/n to make good decisions” Toph said suddenly “she a good judge of character and she trusts you so I do too...but if you ever harm or hurt her....you’re powerful but I took you out once and I’ll do it again”. “That was in the eclipse” Azula pointed out before she smiled “but I understand, trust me I have no intentions of ever harming her or letting her get hurt, she’s one of the few people I would never let anything happen to”. Toph nodded “I believe you will honour that promise, you better...” and left the room.

The next day

You and Azula stood waiting for the airship and Azula kept glancing at you often. “I’m not going anywhere, I promised to come with you so I am” you said and she jumped “was I that obvious?”. You smiled “just a little bit” and took her hand discreetly. Azula knew the earth kingdom was worse than the fire nation for judging same-sex relationships and so stood up taller ready to defend you if necessary. “So how was your conversation with Toph?” you asked and her posture slumped. “You knew she was going to give me the protective sibling talk! You left us alone together on purpose”. “Of course!” you grinned “I knew Toph wanted to get her threats out of the way and so i’m sorry but I let her, I figured you of all people could handle it”.  Azula nodded “I managed to convince her I won’t harm you or ever let anyone else hurt you, so yes you were right”. “I figured that when I came back and the school was still standing” you joked. Azula smiled “I wouldn’t attack her she’s your family, but if she attacked me first....well that’s just retaliation”. You laughed and smiled at Azula “thank you for being so perfect this weekend, now it’s my turn to try and do the same in your home”. Azula took your hand “you’ll be perfect I promise”. “Well I guess there’s only one way to find out” you said and nodded to the airship that had appeared in the sky. “Are you ready?” Azula asked as the ship came closer. You nodded and squeezed her hand tighter “next stop the fire nation”.  

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Next and final part the fire nation!!

[jayeeintheclouds-inactive]

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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! 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.