Thoughts on 13 Reasons Why characters and a rating of how much I dislike them from 1 being “my baby!!!!” to 10 being “FUCK THEM THEY CAN ROT”
Hannah Baker: Didn’t deserve everything she went through especially rape. She pushed some people away though and sometimes she was kind of idk how to word it but I didn’t like stuff about her at times. Either way she deserved so much better than what she got. Deserved to be happy with Clay. 2/10.
Clay Jensen: Will fight anyone for Hannah. He was so shy around her and didn’t know what to do whenever he was with her, he’s so precious. Sometimes there were some things he did that didn’t sit right with me but he definitely deserved a happy ending with Hannah Baker; they deserved to be happy and in love and ugh. Also… took like 4823707592 years to listen to the tapes? 2/10.
Tony Padilla: Gay POC which I love because we need more of them. I love him he was so patient with Clay and all he ever did was try and protect Hannah’s wishes. Glad he shared the tapes with Hannah’s parents because they deserved to know why she killed herself instead of being left in the dust wondering why. I was always so happy when he came on screen. CLAY LISTEN TO THE GODDAMN TAPES. 1/10.
Jeff Atkins: My pure cinnamon roll, didn’t deserve to die because of a stupid girl who couldn’t own up to her mistakes. I hate how nobody including his parents and except Clay never knew he wasn’t drunk that night he died. Just wanted Clay and Hannah together. Your fave is problematic: uses “unique” 7 times in an essay. -5435973495797/10. I love him forever, hes so great. Never did anything bad.
Justin Foley: Didn’t deserve the home life he had BUT i really hated him for what he did to Hannah and the fact that he’s a rape enabler and a rape apologist like he literally let his best friend rape his unconscious girlfriend, covered up for him, and lied to her about it and then when she found out, he STILL was justifying what he and Bryce did by telling her that he didn’t tell anyone because Bryce does all this shit for him. KNEW that whatever happened at that party was fucking Jessica up but didn’t come forward until the very end. Claims he cared for her but you don’t do that shit to someone you claim you care about. Fuck him for that. 8/10.
Jessica Davis: She was so cool and nice in the beginning but then I hated how she got mad at Hannah and slapped her for the list instead of Alex, like really??? You think she asked to be on that list?? PLEASE. But after all that, she was still nice towards her and was never ill-mannered when it came to Hannah. Also, can we talk about how she didn’t deserve to be raped??? Justin Foley DEFINITELY didn’t deserve her. YOU GO GIRL. TELL HIM YOU NEVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. 5/10.
Alex Standall: He made some poor decisions making that list for a stupid reason and then letting Hannah pay the price. I somewhat like him though. I think he was a redeemable character and had a conscience (although it was too late, rip Hannah Baker) and felt that he needed to own up to it and tell the truth, was ready for whatever penalty he was gonna get. Was the only one (for a while) who thought what the others were trying to do was stupid. He definitely deserved better too, he didn’t deserve to shoot himself (or in other theories, didn’t deserve to be shot by Tyler). Please be okay…please be alive, baby. 4/10.
Courtney Crimsen:GIRL, BYE. I hate and will always hate her character so much. Her and Bryce should just rot. She was a rape apologist and only cared about herself. Like girl I get that coming out is hard, I haven’t even done it, but to fuck up Hannah’s life like that? Are you serious? Justified Bryce’s actions to hide her truth. And she fucked up Jessica’s life too, in my opinion. She tried so hard to convince herself (and others) that Hannah was lying, Bryce isn’t a rapist, and that Jessica was never raped just so she can stay in the fucking closet. Like there’s nothing wrong with being gay. And she has two gay dads for fucks sake. 10/10 would always hate her again.
Zach Dempsey: I think he genuinely liked Hannah but after all the shit Hannah had been through and the fact that his friends were his friends, I definitely see Hannah’s side of why she shot him down. I think he, himself, was lonely too but in different way; just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they’re not lonely. Didn’t get compliments so he stole Hanah’s when she needed it most (I hate how he did that ugh like WHY…did you really need it?). Redeemable character, though. Also…HE KEPT HANNAH’S NOTE IN HIS WALLET!!! 5/10.
Tyler Down: Fuck him. A fucking creep. Like, he stalked people and took pictures of them when they were unaware (especially Hannah) and when she confronted him, HE FUCKING SENT THE PICTURE TO EVERYONE. Claims he “loved” Hannah but really?? FUCK HIM. Why did he even have so much guns? I’m pretty sure he’s planning a school shooting…fucking psychopath…”I can take care of myself” BOY BYE. And if he did shoot Alex, FUCK HIM EVEN MORE. 9/10.
Ryan Shaver: Didn’t respect Hannah’s wishes. Only cared about himself and poetry. Didn’t even care that Hannah didn’t want her shit to get out. I only liked him whenever he said Bryce is a rapist and that Courtney should just shut the fuck up and stop justifying Bryce’s actions. 8/10.
Marcus Cole: He cared more about himself and his reputation more than anyone. Thought he was the shit. Sexually assaulted Hannah then called her easy for refusing. 9/10.
Sheri: I liked her and she was genuinely nice but she crashed the stop sign and left a drunken Hannah at the scene and fled. Caused Jeff to die and I hate her for it. Though she reported it because she knew it was the right thing to do, it was already waaay too late. 6/10 because of Jeff.
Bryce: Rapist. Douchebag. Scum of the earth. He didn’t even think what he did was wrong. He raped two fucking girls and didn’t even feel remorse. He just thought every girl wanted him and that was that. I hate him so much, he can die. 102804802020x100000/10.
Mr. Porter: Could have tried better to stop Hannah from killing herself. She was set on suicide until she had doubts and needed just one person to help her and the one person she came to didn’t care enough to chase after her when she left his room that day. Worst. Guidance Counselor. Ever. 8/10.
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.Can 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
The second he picks up Yuri’s call, he knows something is wrong.
There’s something about the lack of anger in his voice, and how his
breathing wavers whenever he doesn’t speak. Sure, he’s rarely in a good
mood, but this feels different and Otabek doesn’t like it.
“Yura,” he begins, and Yuri immediately quiets down. Something’s definitely up. “You don’t sound well. Are you okay?”
Could you please do a Friends to Lovers for Ten? I really love the way you write NCT and I feel like you should write more for them! Love you mom, thanks bye!!!
it’s been some time since ive written for nct,,,but ten’s solo is amazing!!! here is some cute friends-to-lovers ten!!!!
you guys grew up as best friends in your highschool but when college came around,,,,ten moved to another city for university
and like you know that that uni is his DREAM school and so ofc you did nothing but support him,,,,,,,,but the fear of becoming distant did kind of haunt you,,,,,
luckily tho ten would always text you and snapchat you and one weekend even invited you to come up and visit him on campus!!! which you agreed to because in all honesty you missed seeing ten in person
with his shining smile,,, vibrant personality,,,,you just missed being around his positive aura
and when you got to his dorm you quickly realized aLOT of people fell the same way
like ten had told you he’d take you on a tour of the campus (after hugging you for a straight 15 minutes and maybe JUST MAYBE shedding a tear or two) but the second you stepped out of his room
like five people greeted him??? the random person in the elevator did a handshake with him???? you guys weren’t even halfway through the quad and someone came up to ten to invite him to a party while another person told him they’d love to have him audition for this role in an upcoming play
and you could understand his popularity easily,,,,,,ten is an amazing person
but with every new friend that came up to him,,,,,,,,subconsciously you began to worry your best friend,,,,,,,might find someone better than you at this uni
but when ten turns to you, big smile on his face and he’s like “i really like it here!!!! the only thing that’s missing is that you’re not here with me!!!”
you can only grin back and go “yeah!! im happy for you, i really am!!”
and for the rest of the day you two hangout,,,, people coming and going to talk to ten and sometimes,,,it kind of felt like you were the odd one out,,,,,,
which is why when ten introduces you to his roommate johnny and says he needs to run out real quick to go get some notes from another person
you sit there in ten’s dorm, toying with the bracelet on your hand that ten gave you when he left,,,,,,,
when suddenly johnny clears his throat and you look up and he’s like “is everything ok??” and you shrug and you’re like “yeah,,,,,it’s fine,,,,,”
but johnny doesn’t seem to be buying it and he’s like “you know,,,,,,ten talks about you a lot. you probably feel awkward with me because you don’t know me at all,,,,,,,but ten has blabbed about you so much i feel like i personally know you???”
and you kind of sit up and you’re like ??? oh what has he said???
and johnny is like “well i know you guys both like the same music, apparently you met when you dance battled to a shinee song, you were there when ten got his 3rd ear piercing and then all the other ones, and you once helped him get noodles out of his hair after he fell asleep with his face in a bowl of ramen?”
and you can’t help but laugh because,,,,,,all of those are memories of you and ten,,,,,,,,dear memories that you always remember,,,,,and hearing that ten remembers too,,,,,,
it just makes you feel good
but johnny kind of shifts on his own bed and is like “not to be,,,,,,,noisy but can i ask you something?”
and you’re like sure??? and johnny is like “well im wondering,,,,,,,are you guys really just friends? the way ten talks about you,,,,,,,is special.”
and you’re taken back because?? special??? you ask johnny what he means and he’s like “sometimes when ten tells me about you,,,,,he gets really caught up in describing you,,,,,i think he’s told me that you’ve got eyes prettier than the stars like three hundred times and tbh friends don’t usually talk like that about other friends.”
and you’re at a loss for words because,,,,,,ten,,,,,ten talks about you like that,,,,,,,
but before you can ask johnny again ten comes back and jokingly goes “you didn’t tell them anything crazy right johnny???” and johnny grins but you’re sitting there,,,looking down at your hands,,,,,
and ten asks if everything is good and you force yourself to smile and nod
but that night,,,,,as you’re getting ready to head back home and ten is trying to pester you into staying overnight,,,,,,even saying he’ll sacrifice himself and sleep on the floor so you can have his bed
you look at ten’s hands that are holding yours,,,,,holding yours comfortably because you guys are best friends,,,,,,this is normal
but whys your heart beating??? and why can’t you think straight when you look at his face because instead of his words you can only focus on his pretty lips????
and you know once you leave you might not see ten for a long time so you suddenly drop your hands from his and ten stops talking and you swallow your fear and go “ten,,,,before i leave,,,,,,i want to know ,,,,are we just friends?”
and ten blinks, looking at you and he’s like “,,,,,,,we’re best friends?” and you’re like “is,,,,is that it?” and ten’s cheery, bright face suddenly turns serious and you look up into his dark eyes and he goes “do you want to be something more?”
and you’ve never asked yourself that,,,,,,do you want to be something more to ten,,,,,,but you two have been through so much and maybe the thought of him finding a new best friend was really just a cover up for him falling in love,,,,,,,and not with you
and you nod slowly,,,,,because you do want to be something more and suddenly ten’s warm palm is on your cheek and he’s leaning in and you can smell the familiar scent that always lingers from ten
and with a small whisper he says “me too.” and then you can’t believe it,,,,but ten is kissing you,,,,,,your best friend is kissing you,,,,,,
and it’s a kiss that makes you melt at your knees and you want to live in this moment forever because,,,,,you’ve waited so long for it
and when you pull back, ten’s hands pulling you toward him by the waist, smiling as he fixes your hair and you don’t even have to ask him because ten goes
“you’re the only one for me. even if we’re apart, it’s always going to be you.”
Summary: Steve and reader’s relationship progresses, a trip to the hospital bringing them closer as a certain love-related holiday approaches.
Warnings: mentions of injury, hospitals, and sexual situations.
Word Count: 4.3k (I know but there was so much to say! Hope you don’t mind. :D )
A/N: Here we are, at part 4! Yes, it was intended for Valentine’s Day, but life happens. :) I’ve really enjoyed writing this unexpected series and could possibly revisit these characters in the future, but for now this is the end. I hope you like it! Please let me know!
January passed in the blink of an eye. After the New year, you finally heard from some of the employers you had sent your CV to back in December. Some jobs you wanted more than others, but you accepted each interview offer, met with them, and weighed your options. By the end of the first week, you stumbled upon an incredible opportunity that, fingers crossed, would become a huge step toward your dream job. After two days of nail biting and clutching your phone obsessively, you got the call and it was a yes.
To your surprise and humility, you had snagged one of the most sought-after positions at the Brazilian Consulate in New York City. It was an entry-level job working to process Visas and Passport requests at first, but you quickly became indispensable and as January came to a close, you were the assistant to the Consulate General of Brazil. It was new and exciting and overwhelming at times, but you were learning so much and incredibly grateful to have your foot in the door.
This new job did have its drawbacks. Much of your time was spent at work and afterwards you were exhausted, not giving you much of a social life. Steve was on your mind often and you spoke with him or texted almost daily. Getting together in person was harder, but you both made it work. He came into the city when he could, but mostly you would spend time at his place with Justice until bedtime and then it was just the two of you.
Your mutual attraction was evident, but given the unique circumstances, you both thought it best to take things slow. During the week there were short coffee dates and movie nights, on occasion resulting in you falling asleep in his arms. As the credits rolled, he would gently nudge you awake and press a kiss to your lips, urging you to call a cab to take you back to the city for work in the morning. There was always that lingering moment at the door where you could sense that he wanted you to stay, but it just wasn’t time yet.
Summary:In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out? Based onthisprompt from Phanfic.
Extra tags:Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff
A/N:As an elementary education major currently in my second year of college, I immediately knew this prompt was absolutely perfect for me and there was no way I couldn’t write this. I mean, come on, wouldn’t they just make the perfect teachers? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!
1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan A Virtual Book EXISTENCES By: Dylan Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering). <<-VoDkA->> <<-Dylan->> 2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none Me is place outside all the boxes. 3: El Thoughtzos Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life… that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye <<-VoDkA->> 5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things … Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL <<-VoDkA->> 7: Thoughtz Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here …. Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream. Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life. 8:Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast … Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind! Laterz <<-VoDkA->> 9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts The - Situation It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope. That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=- -=ô) <<-VoDkA->> 10: My 1st Love???? OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-) -, I love you - Dylan
Anonymous said: Do you still take requests? If you do could you write an Enoch imagine where they’re sexually active in private but in public they do a lot of couple things like teens in high school where they like to make out a lot, hold each other in a touchy feely kinda way and it makes all the peculiars annoyed and/or disgusted (+cute awkward new guy Jake tries to befriend them)
i worked on it all day (i stayed home from school sick again) and i’m really pleased with how it turned out so please watch it and tell me what you think!! i’d super appreciate if anyone liked/commented/subcribed but just ahh i’m excited that’s all thank you bye
Hey 😊 Can I
request a Jughead x Reader, where Reggie is picking on Jughead and the reader
is standing up for him and Reggie is confused, because he and the reader used
to be very close and after the incident Jughead thanks her for doing this for
him which leads to both of them confessing their feelings for each other and
fluffy fluff and aaaw! Thanks in advance❤
not posting for a while having a bit of writers block, hope you guys like it.
Hope I lived up to the requestors vison, I’m finally having some breathing time
from uni so I hope to upload more requests this week also update my masterlist
and tag list.
Reggie and reader had a falling out and now you are best friends with Betty,
Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Jughead. Reader has a crush on Jughead.
Pretty sure it has like one curse word.
Growing up in Riverdale wasn’t easy, but you couldn’t
complain. You had loyal friends and hard working parents that provided for you.
Being from Riverdale meant you knew everyone from the small
town and they knew you.
These days were a bit drama filled only because you were a
high school student.
You used to part of the River Vixens Cheryl’s cheerleading
squad. You recently quit when you had a falling out with one of your best
friends Reggie Mantle. He was the only reason you joined the squad. Being in
the squad gave you an excuse to go see your best friend Reggie play knowing
your overprotective parents would never let you go to every single game unless
you actually had to go.
You thought about staying to keep supporting him, but it just
didn’t feel the same so the last game you cheered was the memorial pep rally
game for Jason Blossom and you broke the news to Cheryl.
Days passed, you went on with your normal life. Riverdale a
bit gloomier since the tragic murder of Jason. With a murderer on the loose
your parents accepted your resignation of the team as you lied that you just
didn’t feel safe out there. A bit of that was true, but now you no longer had
Reggie to protect you either.
You told Betty about your falling out with Reggie since she
was your other best friend and she introduced you to her friends. You knew
them, but they weren’t big fans of Reggie so you didn’t gain their friendship
quickly unlike the new girl Veronica who quickly accepted you.
Time passed and they became like your second family. You were
close to them, you could tell them anything, you even helped Jughead with his
Maybe that’s why people say “you win some you lose some.”
They were amazing company and you even became super close with
Jughead. Which you were kind of hoping to hit off with him because you secretly
had a crush on the brooding novelist.
You’d spend endless nights with him at Pops Diner, and you
felt a different safeness with him. He made the butterflies in your stomach do
flips and you couldn’t help but smile whenever he was so into his typing he
wouldn’t notice your excessive stares. Although you never have the guts to tell
him, this was perfect for now.
“So do you think you’ll ever join the squad again?” Betty
asked linked in arms with Veronica.
“Yeah, from what I heard you were amazing” Veronica added
“Sorry guys it’s just not a passion anymore” you stated with a
They gave you smiles and you made your way to an empty
As you turned you saw though, that it wasn’t empty at all.
Reggie and his Goonies had Jughead pinned to the lockers.
You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was the end of the school
day, so there were no teachers to call to put Reggie in his place.
You knew you had to do something, Jughead was your friend.
Although Veronica and Betty weren’t much help, they stood at
the end of the hall frozen as you made your way to Reggie.
“Reggie what the fuck!” you yelled anger burning inside of you
“put Jug down”
“Why do you care?” Chuck claimed with a devilish smirk.
“He’s my friend and I bet he didn’t do anything to you guys” you
spat back as Moose fist was still holding Jughead’s shirt in a fist as Jughead
kept his eyes on the floor.
“And you’re so sure?” Reggie finally spoke up.
“Yes, I believe in my friends” you said coldly trying to get a
reaction out him, but he just got his guys and walked away.
Jughead fixed himself up as Betty and Veronica came to check
up on him.
“You okay Jug?” Betty chimed in as he nodded and you followed
Reggie to talk to him about his comment.
“Hey Reg!” you called as he turned your way.
“What now (Y/N)?” Reggie answered.
“Um can we talk?” you pled as he waved off his posse.
“Did Jughead do anything?” you questioned the tall football
“Why would you ask me?”
“You were my friend once too, I want to hear your side”
“No he didn’t do anything. Chuck wanted to bug him, I just
said that to bother you” Reggie said as Betty, Veronica and Jughead made their
way out of the school.
“That’s your cue, bye (Y/N)” Reggie waved.
Later on you met with Jughead at Pops.
“How you doing?” you sled on Jughead’s side of the booth.
“I’m okay, wasn’t the first time you know” Jug kept his eyes
on his laptop.
“Sorry about it, Reggie can be difficult” you gave him a
“How’d you do it?” Jughead asked glancing your way.
“You know, hung around him for so long”
“oh uh- he’s not what he shows the world, he’s actually very
sweet, just he lets other ruin him I guess, I really am sorry about him, I’ll
try to talk to him” you answered hoping that one day you would be able to fix
your differences with Reggie.
“No it’s not Jug, you don’t deserve this” you retorted facing
him as he grabbed you by the hand.
“I’m the guy, I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you”
Jughead proclaimed and you smiled.
“Oh Jug, it’s the 21st century, I think it’s at
least fair you let me speak to Reggie and then we can protect each other” he
nodded the proximity between you guys becoming very closed until he cupped your
check and planted a kiss your lips.
The butterflies in your stomach came to a halt, suddenly
everything went dark and it felt like it was just you and Jughead and no one
else to bother you. It was the moment you had been waiting for, your lips in
sync with his and you were surprised but ecstatic that Jughead returned the way
you felt about him.
“How about I just stick with you and you stick with me against
the hierarchy that is Riverdale High, what do you say (Y/N) want to stick with
me?” Jughead encouraged as he placed his arm around your shoulders.
“I’ll stick with you Jug” you answered placing a quick kiss on
So, technically, this is just part one. I was planning on doing part two but I don’t know, so let me know if you want it.
(Sorry if I made any mistakes, in my country football is soccer😅, also feedbacks are welcome)
“Y/N!”, your best friend chants as she enters in your room.
You close your book, sighing, and set your eyes on the girl in front of you.
“Just ask me, you know that I hate when you do this”
“Come with me to the match?” she asks doing her best puppy face.
Your town was so small that the best thing there was the football team and everybody went to see the matches. Except you. Not because you wanted to be original but because of the people there. There were only cheerleaders type of girls and models type of boys and you felt really uncomfortable.
“Oh, c'mon Y/N, do it for me! I don’t want to go alone” she says hugging you.
“You know what is my problem Y/B/N, I can’t, I don’t want to feel uneasy”
“You won’t and if you do we’ll go home. Live life for a moment, Y/n. Don’t be boring”.
You looked at her, staring in her eyes.
‘Don’t be boring’
“Okay, I’ll come with you”
You move on your seat, thinking about the book at home that you wanted to finish. Your friend is at your right, cheering at the team.
In front of you the field is full of persons hitting each other for a ball, sweating to death.
You sigh, trying to stay calm even with all those people around you, breathing steadily.
Looking at the tablet you see only 30 seconds left.
‘You can do it, you’re strong, you can do it’.
The moment the time runs out every body scream going in the centre of the field. We won obviously.
You try to go away, pushing people away, but you feel yourself being pushed side to side.
A guy pushes you and you fall to the ground swearing.
“You okay?” You hear a deep voice ask.
“Nope, but thanks for asking” you say sarcastically, lifting your head.
In the exact moment that you recognize the person in front of you, you blush regretting your answer.
You were staring at Theo Raeken, the quarterback of your school’s team.
He still has his football’s shirt and has a bag in his hand.
“Let’s get out of here”
He takes your hand and take you to the parking lot, stopping when you arrive at his car.
“You frequent my school, right?”.
You stare into his blue eyes, loosing your self completely.
The sound of his fingers snapping in front of your face bring you back to reality.
“What? Ehm, yeah we go to the same school”
He laughs a little watching your red cheeks.
“I’m Theo, and you are?”
“Did you like the match?”
“I don’t understand football sorry”
“Why did you come here?”
“It’s a long story”
“We have time” he answers smirking.
Talking with Theo was a lot more easy than you expected and you find your self lost in the conversation.
“Wow, you really did that? That’s amazing” you say smiling wide.
“Theo c'mon we have to go”
“My friends are calling me, I have to go"he says watching them with a little smile on his lips.
“Oh okay, go don-”
“There’s a party at my house, come, we’ll finish talking there”
“Parties are not my thing, sorry” you say biting the inner part of your cheek.
“Don’t worry it’s okay I’ll see you at school”.
He leans towards you, kissing you on the cheek.
Your head spins, trying to understand the hour that you just spent and suddenly reality hits you like a truck.
'WHAT HAVE JUST HAPPENED?“
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! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can 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 City graduating class of... 915. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job 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? - Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can 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. Check 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't just 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. - Couple 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. Come 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! Congratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Couple 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. Cool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don’t we need those? Copy 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. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-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! Coming 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. . .
Summary: After years of forgetting those hideous memories of high school you’ve finally moved on. Moving out of your parents house and into an apartment you awaited for your unknown roommate to get there, opening the door you find none other then the one who created those hideous memories. Revenge has suddenly become your middle name.
Basic Summary: JB (your bully from high school) has some how ended up your new roommate, the two of you despise each other so how will you two go with living with each other?
Genre: Humour, Angst, Fluff.
Warnings: Could be triggering to some.
“The last box” Jackson smiled at you, “Mum said you’ll have another person coming to live with you, she said it was a boy but I can’t remember his name” Jackson’s little sister Mi Na piped up coming from behind the older boy.
She decided to have a Korean name when they both moved to Korea instead of an english name like Jackson. You and Mi Na have been friends since high school, she was the only one that stuck by you while everybody else had ruined your high school experience.
Jackson her older brother, was a senior when he came to Korea you were but a sophomore. Of course he knew about the bullying but he chose to not get involved with that crowd and focus on studying. Over the time of you coming over to their house he begun to know the real you and not the names you were labeled with.
“A boy?” Jackson asked “Are you sure? I mean if there was a boy coming maybe I should just stay here and you know make sure things are a okay” he said smiling puffing out his chest a bit.
You pushed both of them out the door “I’m sure I can take care of myself, Jackson don’t you trust your mum to not let a psychopath in here?” you ask.
“It’s not that I don’t trust her its just-” he was cut off by Mi Na pulling on his ear “C’mon big boy mum wants us home for dinner tonight, cya Y/n” she smiled walking down the steps still pulling on Jacksons ear.
You shut the door and smiled, not only were you living by yourself but you were also going to have a boy roommate…what if you two fall in love?
‘No that will never happen’ you thought yourself waving your hands, you laughed and decided to un pack and make the apartment look more alive.
‘Everybody’ by Ingrid Michaelson played through out the apartments continuing to make your mood even more lovey dovey.
Setting up the fairy lights around your room you smiled in relief, ‘The hard part is over’ you thought to yourself.
sitting in the living room you picked up one of the magazines you had bought hours earlier to make your home more warm looking.
Paragraphs into the Kpop idol scandal page the door bell went off, “He’s here!” you whispered excitedly.
Coming up the steps and looking at the number, the tall boy smiled to himself. “Maybe she’ll be hot” he whispered smirking to himself trying to cheer him up after hearing the news that he’ll have to share an apartment with a girl.
You opened the door, your smile quickly faded into a straight line. The love song that was playing in your head is now gone.
His eyes met yours his smile quickly dropped as well, the thought of a sexy woman living with him had now quickly left his mind.
“Fatty?” his voice rang through your ears. The simple adjective ignited the flame that you’ve learnt to take control over for years sparked something in you, you were no longer in high school so you decided to let him have it.
But nothing came out.
“Im Jaebum” you breathed out.
“So it is you? Huh? Gees you’ve…changed” he pointed out at the weight loss.
“You haven’t” you sighed smirking to yourself.
“What do you mean?” he smiled.
“You’re still the same ignorant asshole from high school” you scoffed slamming the door in his face.
You ran to your phone and immediately started to text Mi Na.
“Hey! Hey!” he shouted banging on the door “Just because I was mean to you in high school doesn’t mean you get to be mean to me now!” he shouted.
‘Did he really just say that?’ you thought to yourself. You heard your phone ring and picked it up without looking at the caller id.
“Okay Okay. Here’s the plan. Let him in, and take revenge on him. Act like everything’s cool and then BOOM revenge”
You could practically here her smirk from the other side of the phone. You said your good byes and walked over to the door. Taking one deep breath you opened the door to find him being told off by the lady down stairs.
You giggled and stared at him shaking your head ‘It’s already started’
The old lady looked up, smiled and waved at you since you helped her earlier before you moved up stairs. Then she looks back to Jb and her smile fades, she walks back into her home and Jaebum runs upstairs and pushes past you.
“Come in why don’t you?” you closed the door and stared at him, “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, hands to his knees breathing heavily.
“Hmm lets see” you started to walk towards him.
“I got severely bullied for four years straight, wouldn’t one thing that would give me a mental disorder of some kind?” you ask “Hmm?” you pushed him backwards.
“Listen I said sorry, after all I have to live here too! The dorms are full and this is cheap rent. So please, forgive me”
His puppy eyes would never work on you, you decided to say yes and pretend that everything was okay.
You walked back in to your room on the other side of the hall way and started plotting your revenge.
The next morning you got up early to make breakfast…for yourself.
The tall boy’s footsteps were the only thing you could here as you nibbled on your piece of bacon.
“You’re up early” you bit into your toast.
“I woke up to the smell of bacon…but theres none here” he mumbled as he searched everywhere for the meat, eyes only to land on your plate. The last piece in your hands going into your mouth.
Chewing slowly, you looked up at him.
“Oh sorry. You wanted me to save you some?” you asked with your mouth full. He smiled knowing this was all apart of your elaborate plan to get him back, he over heard you last night.
“It would’ve been nice” he mumbled through gritted teeth, you both turned around and both of your smiled went away at the same time.
The beep of the washing machine telling you it was done, getting up and skipping over to it you opened to lid to find that everything was pink.
“No, no, no, no, no” you whispered. Pulling out on of Jaebum’s hoodies you screamed.
“Im Jaebum!” you shouted, stomping down the hall way to the kitchen you find him standing there, a smug grin on his face.
“Oh thats where it went…thanks” he whispered snatching it away from you.
“If that’s how you want to play it then thats how will play it. Full warning Jaebum, I’m a changed woman. I’m not some pushover anymore”
Requested: Yes Request: Congrats on 51 followers! Can I request a Jaime Reyes x reader where the reader is Bruce’s and Selina’s biological daughter and the reader asks Jaime to be her Spanish tutor and the bat boys spy in them while he tutors her Summary: Jaime tutors you in Spanish. Once your assignment is complete he asks you on a date, despite Damian’s protest. Word Count: 744
A/N: I do not speak Spanish and I actually barely passed my Spanish class when I had to take it. So I used Google translate to help me out, I put what it’s supposed to mean in English in parentheses. Sorry!
The red F written in marker on you Spanish test daunted you as waited for your father, Bruce Wayne, to come home from a day at the office. He wasn’t going to be happy. You may not be a scholarship student, but your GPA was very important.
“Sister, why do you have such a sad look on your face?” Damian asked as he walked into the room. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and munched into it. Damian was older than you by 3 years. He had graduated high school the year before and was working on a degree at Gotham University.
“I failed another Spanish test,” you admitted and showed him the paper. He frowned as he looked it over.
“Father isn’t going to let you go on patrol when your grades are suffering,” Damian stated the reason you dreaded the most. Patrol was the most time you ever got to spend with your father, even if it was as Batman.
“I need a tutor,” you sighed and just as the words left your mouth, a light dawned in your mind. “Is Jaime busy?” you asked your brother. He and Jaime were fairly close after all the time they spent together with the Teen Titans. He shrugged.
“I can give him a call, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a few lessons,” Damian replied as he pulled out the special communicator the Titans had. He walked away as he started pressing buttons and you frowned turning back to your newest Spanish assignment.
It was about an hour, two cups of coffee, and seven new sheets of paper later when you heard someone approaching the breakfast nook where you had decided to hide while doing your homework. You perked up when you recognized Jaime Reyes’ familiar voice. Moments later, Damian led Jaime into the room. You beamed as you saw him. It hadn’t been a month since the last you saw him, but you couldn’t deny you had a very big crush on the Blue Beetle.
“Jaime!” you cheered as you stood. He chuckled as you attacked him in a welcoming hug. “Thank you so much for coming!” you smiled.
“Damian told me you were struggling with your Spanish class,” he said in a questioning tone. You nodded and brought him over to the table where your work was strewn.
“It’s just not clicking,” you admitted. “If I fail one more test, I might as well kiss my GPA good bye,” you added. He looked over the assignment as he took a seat next to the one you had stood from. You reclaimed your chair and noticed that Damian had vanished. You knew from experience that he probably did not go far.
Jaime broke down the assignment for you. He was a much better teacher than the grouchy lady that taught in school. You were very close to him before your homework was over and when you beamed up at him, finally understanding what he was telling you. Your eyes met his and you never noticed the depth in his brown eyes. His grin turned a little lopsided when looked at you.
“Quieres ir a una cita conmigo? (Would you like to go on a date with me?)” he asked softly. You paused, slowly trying to translate the words in your head.
“No!” Damian spoke up from wherever he had been hiding. He was suddenly there, pushing to stand between the two chairs. You were almost knocked backwards at his outburst.
“Damian!” you stood and narrowed your eyes at your half-brother. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” you crossed your arms stubbornly. He rolled his eyes before glaring at Jaime.
“No tienes permiso para salir con mi hermana (You are not allowed to date my sister),” he said fluently. You frowned, recognizing a few words. You tried to piece them together. Then it dawned on you.
“Yes!” you shouted before Jaime could retaliate. Damian turned to face you, anger boiling in his eyes.
“No!” he countered. You crossed your arms.
“I am old enough to make my own choices!” you argued. He paused, trying to think of an argument that would work, but there was none.
“Jaime, would like to grab some food before you head home?” you asked kindly. He smirked and nodded.
“I would love to, hermosa (beautiful),” he answered. He stood and you led him out of the room, leaving a silently seething Damian alone.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading it! I haven’t ever written Jaime before, so it probably stinks.
Request: A imagine with Peter where the reader is Tony’s daughter, and also goes
to Peter’s school. She has a huge crush on Peter and she has no idea
that he is spider man, so then one day she talks to Spider-Man about
Peter, and you can take it from there :)
Word Count: 1,097. My longest one!
A/N: What the heck, I just got this request and finished it today, I usually don’t write this fast!
“I’m home!” you called as you walked into your house.You didn’t hear a response so you looked around a little bit. Sill no dad.
shrugged and sat down on the couch. You plopped you feet on the coffee
table and turned on the TV. Then remembered that you had a ton of
homework, which reminded you of someone. Peter Parker. He was probably
already done with his homework. You had a huge crush on this
guy, he was such a nerd, but really really cute. You where day dreaming
about him when your dad sneaked up behind you.
“Hey sweetheart how was school?!” You jumped and some of your papers went flying.
“Oh” you said, putting your hand on your heart. “It was OK. Where are the others?” “oh, they’re…. Out”
“okaaaaay” you replied. Everyone was acting strangely lately.
The next morning you where looking around for your dad to say goodbye for school when you saw him in the training room.
“Hey dad” He nodded towards you as you entered the room.
“Wait… You Mr Stark’s daughter?!” The voice startled yo and you looked around the room for the source of sound.
“Up here!” You looked up and saw someone in red and blue stuck to the ceiling.
“Oh! It’s the crime fighting spider!”
But, why was he asking me if I was Tony’s daughter?. You
left the room to grab a snack and head out the door. Your were slightly
confused as to why spider-man was at the tower but didn’t give it much
thought, You’re dad was always bringing random people over.
was pretty average; avoiding some bullies, forgetting some homework, etc. Until you got to your third class, and Peter Parker was missing.
You saw his partner, Ned standing there, he didn’t seem to know where
Peter was either. Unfortunately your partner never showed up either.
so you just partnered with Ned.
It was going fine until a nervous looking Peter Parker ran into the classroom late. When he saw you he turned his head to the side for a minute. Then breathed in and cleared his throat once he realized how weird he was being. He stepped in and took his place, and you just went back to your own desk and sat down. He never took another glimpse towards you. You weren’t quite sure what Had just happened. Had he just been really rude? Or was it just your imagination? Peter never really payed any attention to you anyway.
You got home and started with your homework right away, and when you finished it was already dark outside. So you went to the terrace of the tower and looked out at the sky. There
weren’t very many stars in the sky where you lived, so you just had to
imagine what it would be like looking out at all of them.
walked further and further forward towards the edge of the tower, until
suddenly, your foot slipped and you began to fall. You screamed and
prepared for you death when suddenly you landed on something.. Someone. You
looked up and saw spider-man. He shot out a web back towards the tower
and in a blink of an eye you were both standing back on the terrace.
“Whoa” he said as he let you out of his embrace. You breathed heavily and backed away from the edge.
“Thanks” You smiled shyly at him. Embarrassed that he had to save you but glad that he was there.
“Anytime. Hey, you OK?”
“Yeah” you said, looking down at your feet. Suddenly the fact that you had just fallen off of a 93 story building wasn’t a big deal anymore.
“So-” you smiled and punched him in the arm. “-What’s your deal Spiderling? Where are you from?”
He scratched the back of his neck
“Well-” he began. It was the beginning of a long story- a long conversation. -Though you hadn’t really gotten the answer you wanted-
You ended up telling him all about Peter, and how he never notices you.
“Oh, well… I’m sure he notices you..”
“I don’t know Spidey. He doesn’t seem to like me”
And All about bullies and how they tormented you, All about living with the avengers, and Having Tony Stark as a father.
of my dad, he probably doesn’t know where I am.. And I have a curfew. I
better go make sure he didn’t send the team out looking for me or
He nodded as you stood up.
“Nice talking to you Y/N”
“Same here Spidey”
You smiled to yourself as you walked inside.
“Y/N! Where have you been!” Your dad said as he ran up to you.
“Oh nowhere.. Just taking with Spiderboy”
He raised an eyebrow. “How are you in touch with him now?” Your dad did not like the idea of you dating any boys, especially not Him.
“Oh Y'know, I fell off the tower and he caught me. Bye!” you skipped away.
The next day at school was going fine, until flash caught up with you.
“Leave me alone flash” you grumbled as you out your books back into your locker.
“Yeah? And what if I don’t?!” he slammed your locker shut.
“Then your gonna have to mess with me” a voice from behind you said. You turned around and saw none other than Peter Parker himself.
“What are you gonna do about it? Punk” Flash laughed out.
Peter took one look at flash and then lifted him up and pinned his shoulders too the lockers. Peter let him down, and he ran away mumbling something about what a freak Peter was.
“Are you OK?” He asked as he watched you with your mouth hung open.
“Y-Yeah-” you trailed off.
Y/N… About yesterday in class- sorry I-if I uh, offended you… Or
anything I just uh.. Sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck.
That was familiar, who else does that?
“Wait a minute-” you pointed a finger accusingly at him.“Y-your Spider-man aren’t you!!?”
“W-what?!?! Noooo, I’m not… No…”
is so embarrassing.. A-and I just told you last night that I liked you”
you pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers.
Peter lifted up your chin “I-I-I.. You know-” Before he could stutter
anymore like a complete Idiot, he pulled you in and kissed you. “Your spider-man!” you breathed after you kissed. Peter chuckled, he couldn’t deny it at this point.
Little did either of you know, you where both thinking the same thing;
Description: You knew your father would spend his remaining years in dept and you probably would to. But you didn’t think the son of the family your debt went to would want to marry you on his own will, there had to be something more. It was time for you to see how dangerous he really was.
You followed behind your parents as they walked into the fancy restaurant. This was a place you could never afford to eat, but there seemed to be a first time for everything.
When you sat down at the table you knew it must have been something about that mafia group your father was in debt to that was worrying your parents. You weren’t too well off in life, but you weren’t poor to the point of starvation either. All you knew was it was because your father was once part of a gang that tried to kill off a mafia, but never succeeded.
You didn’t blame your father for your life and could never bring yourself to hate him, but there was one thing that brought you close to it.
“Y/N you’re going to be getting married” As those words reached your ears you rose an eyebrow at your father who sat across the table from you and he sighed as he leant forward, his hand reached out for yours and you silently gave him your hand to hold. He clasped your hand with both of his and his voice was gentle as he spoke.
“Moon Lee Jong has resigned from his mafia group, his son, he has decided to be a lot nicer to us. So to end this debt quickly, he wants you to marry him” Your father explained and you simply blinked at him. You father was calm, so you remained calm as well, you trusted that your father knew what the right thing to do was.
“I understand father” You answered and he smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Y/N”
*END OF FLASHBACK*
You sat down next to your father, three men sat across from you and your parents, immediately your eyes were drawn to the one with dark blue hair and tattoo’s peeking out from the collar of his dress shirt.
“And this is your daughter, I haven’t seen her since she was just a child” A strong staring contest was going on between you and the man sitting across from you. And the deep voice talking about you forced you to look away from the tattooed man.
“Yes, this is Y/N, she’s grown into a tremendous young women sir” You listened to the way your father talked to the man sitting across from him, it seemed you were sitting in front of the youngest of the three.
This must be Jongup. He looks mean, unlike how father told me he is.
Jongup’s eyes scanned you, your features were automatically engraved into his memory and he smirked as his hand lifted from the table, effectively shocking you.
“I’m Moon Jongup, nice to meet you Y/N” Everyone on the table looked at the two of you and you reached for his inked hand, bowing your head as you greeted him.
“Nice to meet you Jongup”
“Are you all ready to order?” A waiter cut the interaction short and you placed your hands back on your lap as a silent shaky breath left you.
You prayed he would be nice to your family.
You watched the three men interact with your parents. It seemed like a formal friendly dinner, not an arranged meeting to someone your family was in debt to. Lee Jong was being rather kind to you all and you found yourself finding no need to talk as you listened to his conversation with your parents.
“Jongup, why don’t you ask Y/N for that dance you wanted?” Lee Jong turned to Jongup suddenly and the younger male nodded with a curt nod, even he was being nice to your family. He seemed respectful and kind, like an average man sincerely here to marry you, not fill a debt, and you continued to think you had misjudged him as he stood and asked for your hand.
“Would you let me have this dance with you, Y/N?” He asked, a sweet smile crossed his features and he suddenly reminded you of the innocence you and your friends had in school.
“Certainly Jongup” You smiled and put your hand in his as you stood. You walked away from the table and towards an open floor where everyone else in the restaurant was ignoring the few dancing couples that followed the calming music.
“Your parents don’t seem very nervous to hand their daughter to the future leader of the mafia” Jongup commented, he held you close, with one of his hands holding yours and the other on your lower back as he led you to follow the music.
“Well, should they be Jongup? You don’t seem so bad to me” You answered honestly and that brave smirk returned to Jongup’s lips, only it was more cunning.
“I think rather than them being worried, it’s you who should be worried Y/N. You don’t seem to realise how dangerous this marriage will be” It was like he was giving you no option to leave, he pulled you until you were flush against the warmth seeping through his button-up shirt and his grip on your hand tightened just enough to force dominance over you.
“Because you’re mine now, and that comes at a price”
“What are you doing here?” This was meant to be the only place where you could pretend you didn’t have any problems, you could just worry about the gossip in your group of friends and your upcoming assignments.
“You need to come with me Y/N” Jongup answered, how did he even get in here? Wasn’t there some sort of rule about anyone besides students and teachers being in the school grounds?
“Who are you?” Hana asked and you looked at Jongup in a way that told him not to answer.
“Just come with me Y/N” Jongup ignored her and you gave him another look.
“I’m not meant to be seeing you until Saturday” You answered and he looked at you dangerously. His hand reached out to you and you looked at it just the same as your friends did, immediately seeing the decorative lines covering it.
“This is not for that matters, this is a different matter. Just come with me before I have to drag you out of the school Y/N” Jongup demanded and you soft palm landed on his, his fingers immediately wrapped around your hand and he pulled you to your feet.
“Bye guys” You waved to your friends and Hyoseong pointed at the man walking away with you.
“I know who that is!” She exclaimed and Hana blinked at her.
“Who is it?”
“That Moon Lee Jong’s son Moon Jongup, what is Y/N doing with him?” She began to wonder and your friends all grew worried.
“Where are you taking me Jongup?” You asked as he stormed through the school grounds with you in toe. He glanced back at you momentarily and found you looking at him with wide eyes.
“Look out” He shoved a male student that you almost ran into and continued walking as the student stumbled, becoming lost for words when he saw who pushed him.
“Just get in the car for now Y/N” Jongup demanded and you found yourself silently doing so. You couldn’t see through the black glass to know who was driving the car. Bit it took off out of sight from your school and Jongup called your attention as he reached into his pocket.
“Y/N” You looked at him to find him shifting to one knee on the floor in front of you. The journey was a smooth one but upon seeing him not in his seat your hands reached out to keep him still.
“What is this?” You asked looking at the small box and Jongup took your hand from his shoulder. The small box was placed in your lap and Jongup took the ring out as he placed it on the rightful finger.
“It’s your engagement ring” He answered, his hands resting on your knees before he looked up at you.