wow this is v bad but it was fun to make so ye

MORNING AFTER WITH EXO || Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?

Minseok:

★when he first wakes to see your sleeping naked form next to him he’s sit upright in horror
★after finding the condom wrapper on the floor next to his clothes he’d chill out
★he’d wash, dress then go out to the kitchen
★when you wake to an empty bed, you think the small flashes of memory from last night were just part of your dream
★but after a few minutes, coffee begins to spread it’s delightful aroma around your room
★you wrap yourself in your dressing gown and follow the scent to it’s source
★and looky here
★a minseok
★upon hearing your footsteps, he turns to offer you a small smile
★'morning’
★'hi’
★'i raided your cupboards to make breakfast’
★you’d laugh at how cute and chill he was
★moving to sit on the counter next to him
★he’d give you a mug of coffee and offer a plate of pancakes
★'so about last night…’ you looked over his face
★'from what i remember it was good. and it’s nice not waking up to chaos like at the dorm’
★you finished your coffee and set your mug down for him to refill
★'i’m surprised your still here’
★'you’re my best friend and you think it’d hit and run?’ he’d pout as he sat opposite you
★'isn’t that how one night stands work? you hit it and run?’
★oh boy you’ve set him off laughing
★'i’m more of a hit and make sure the lovely victim has my details. just in case’ he’d wink
★you two would spend the morning drinking coffee and talking about everything hes done while off on tour


Junmyeon:

★upset bub p.1
★you’d left after waking up
★only leaving a note for him
★so many questions would run through his mind
★would you ever want to talk to him
★should he call you?
★send you flowers?
★diddly darn he was stuck
★he ended up calling you
★'hi, i’m sorry if you’re upset with me’
★'myeon, i wanted to stay, but i had work’ you’d laugh
★'i thought you’d left because you were upset!’
★'not at all, i had fun last night’
★'oh’
★'yeah’
★'i can pick you up after work and take you for lunch’
★'that sounds great’
★WOW WEE
★he would dress up nice and take you to a fancy ass place
★he’d treat you like a goddamn prince/princess


Yixing:

★baby boy would be so god damn fluffy
★like he’d just explode with warmth and love and giggles when he sees you sleeping next to him
★he’ll move his hand to your hair and play with the strands lovingly until you wake up
★'good morning, baobei’
★your little sleepy grunt in reply would make him giggle
★he’s pet your hair and hold you close until you’re fully awake to talk
★'should we wash and then go for breakfast?’
★'can’t we stay here longer?’
★'we can do whatever you want’
★cuddles upon cuddles upon cuddles
★and mindless chit chat
★how could cuddles in bed with this precious lamb be bad?


Baekhyun:

★you’d wake up before him
★you kinda just laid there for a bit debating what to do
★do you wake him
★or just leave??
★you decided to have a shower first
★and if he wasn’t awake when you were out, you’d write a note to him and leave
★so off you went
★halfway through washing your hair, the curtain was pulled back
★and this pup was just stood watching you
★you tried your best to cover yourself
★he just laughed and shook his head
★'you weren’t doing that last night. in fact, you couldn’t get your clothes off any quicker’
★'shut up baek’
★he’d just tease your mercilessly
★you turned the shower head to wet him
★which shut him up
★he kinda just stared
★which made you think he was mad
★but he suddenly just pushed into the shower with you
★'that wasn’t nice’ he’d pout, pushing you back against the wall
★'neither was leaving me bed on my own’
★'not my fault you wouldn’t wake up’
★'i worked hard last night i deserve a lay in’
★it would just be none stop giggles, kisses and cuddles for the day


Jongdae:

★upset bub p.2
★he’d watch you sleep for a few minutes before dressing and going to eat
★he felt bad that your first time together was when you were both out of your mind
★as he was drinking his milk, he’d hear your foot steps
★he went full !!!!!! mode
★when you came into the room, he’d do his best to hide
★and by hide i mean he’s stood behind the curtains
★'i see you dae,’
★'dae? who’s dae? i know no dae’
★it would make you laugh
★which then caused him to grin
★'you’re not mad at me?’
★'what’s done is done’
★'i’m mad at me for not remembering. maybe we should have a repeat’ he’d wink
★'shut up’
★'yes captain’


Chanyeol:

★this poor guy
★he had it all planned out on what to do when the two of you woke up
★he’ll run you a bath, let you raid his wardrobe so you’re comfy then make you breakfast
★he’d straight up just have a stroke when he doesn’t hear you snoring
★are you deaD???////????
★HOLY SHIT HE’D KILLED YOU?!
★it was supposed to be romantic and now he’d killed you
★shit
★oh no
★nevermind
★bless, his face would all be screwed up as he let his thoughts went mad
★you’re now staring at him with a confused look on your face
★'what are you thinking about?’ you’d ask with a laugh
★'how to bury your body’
★'oh’
★'nO SHIT I MEANT WHAT I’M GOING TO COOK YOU FOR BREAKFAST’
★his little cheeks would be bright red
★his plans were blown
★'breakfast sounds really good, actually’
★his famous grin would sprout on his face before he leans in and kisses your head
★'eggs and bacon coming your way’
★he’d jump out of the bed in such a rush to cook
★that he ended up tripping
★and now he’s just curled up naked on your floor
★real good going, chanyeol
★'just come back to bed for a while. i’ll cook when i get up’
★he’ll dive right back in and nuzzle his face into your neck
★'it was supposed to go better’
★'i know, chan’


Kyungsoo:

★soft
★v gentle
★11/10 would recommend
★but for real
★the most important thing is that you’re happy and that you’re comfortable
★you two could talk about what happened last night later on
★a shower and breakfast is more important
★so he kinda just shoves you to the bathroom to wash
★while he goes and works his magic in the kitchen
★probably cooks enough to feed the entire city because he’s nervous
★and actually doesn’t even know what your favourite breakfast food is
★when you enter the kitchen you just see all this food
★which you thank him for
★the two of you will eat
★then after your both full, the talk will come
★'how much of it do you remember?’
★'i remember seeing your stomach after all the teasing you did’
★'yeah?’
★'you buff up good’
★to which he’ll laugh 
★you’ll probably just turn the whole situation into a joke
★which always makes the others confused


Jongin:

★let’s be honest here
★this bub ain’t waking up
★so you’ll just grab your stuff and leave
★when he does wake up he’ll probably see your watch you left on the nightstand
★panicccccccccccc
★he’ll rush to your place to talk to you
★'you should’ve woken me up’
★'i could’ve walked you home’
★'did you leave because you were embarrassed?’
★so many questions
★he’d be so worried that it ruined your relationship
★you’d calm him down by patting his shoulder
★if you wanted to talk about it, you two would
★but if you wanted to put it behind you, you two would also do that


Sehun:

★would wake before you
★and just stare
★he’s in awe
★but he’s also really pissed off
★in awe because wow he just had really good sex with the person he holds most dear to his heart
★but WHAT THE FUCK HE BARELY REMEMBERS ANYTHING
★DID YOU ENJOY IT?
★DID YOU MOAN HIS NAME?
★DID HE MOAN YOUR NAME
★WHO WAS IN CHARGE????
★DID HE CUM BEFORE OR AFTER YOU?!
★his thoughts were cut off by you groaning and stretching out
★you turned your head to see him and offered a sleepy smile before sitting up
★when you reached for your clothes, he’ll pull you back down
★and wrap his long limbs around you
★'stay for a bit’
★'we can go out for breakfast’
★it’ll be so nice????
★probs leads to you two blooming into the hottest couple around
★bc how could he not wake up to you every morning?????

Lost

Pairings: Steve x f!Reader

Request:

A Captain America x Reader one where the Avengers go camping and they get lost?


Pietro has created a chatroom.

Pietro has added Y/N, Thor, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Bruce.

Pietro: Y/N. Whyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyy did your boyfriend decide camping would be a good idea?!

Natasha: It was actually mine, Thor and Bucky’s idea.

Pietro: Whyyyyyyy Nat?! WHYYYYYYY BARNES?! THOR I TRUSTED YOU.

Bruce: No one forced you to come, Pietro. So stop complaining.

Tony: Actually I forced him to come because I know how much he hates camping.

Pietro: Are you telling me the rest of you actually accepted to camping of your own free will?! Whyyyyyyy Tony?

Tony: I knew his suffering would be entertaining.

Natasha: Damn, Stark. I never knew you had it in you.

Tony: Gotta make up for the lack of tech somehow.

Y/N: Pietro, you’ll enjoy this trip. Trust me. It’s going to be a lot of fun!

Pietro: We have been walking for hours and we still haven’t reached the campsite yet.

Thor: We have seen an abundance of cute animals, there is much deserved fresh air after many days spent on the jet after Clint consumed bad tacos, we are getting exercise in this trek - my pecs look impeccable, and we are in good company!

Pietro: 1. The only good thing out of this is the animals. 2. This isn’t my type of exercise ;) 3. Tony basically kidnapped me. He is not good company.

Bucky: Pietro is right, we have been walking for hours. We should be by the campsite by now.

Bruce: Question, why are we using our phones to communicate if we’re together?

Y/N: Because Steve is just… so happy. Look at him. He’s enjoying this so much.

Pietro: I may be bitter about this trip but my complaining would ruin it for Steve and he deserves a break.

Bruce: Ummm… Y/N?

Y/N: Yeah, Bruce?

Bruce: There’s a very large, angry looking bug on you. Don’t move.

Y/N: YOU CANT JUST TELL ME THAT BRUCE AND THEN EXPECT ME NOT TO MOVE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF BRUCE BRUCE DO SOMETHING BRUCE BRUCE OH GOD NATASHA SAVE ME

Natasha: It’s gone! Calm down. You’re okay, you’re okay. I promise not to let any bug near you. Since the boys are pretty much cowards, I’ll take on the role of bug destroyer.

Bucky: …it was so big nat… so terrifying… you are our hero.

Y/N: Where did it go though…?

Bruce: Oh it’s entangled in Thor’s hair now.

Thor: LADY NATASHA, RESCUE ME FROM THIS FOUL DEMON. I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS TORTURE, AWAY WITH IT! IT’S HISSING! ODIN HELP ME.

Tony: THOR DON’T SUMMON LIGHTING!

Thor: I WILL SMITE THEE, DEMON! THIS LECHEROUS THING THINKS IT CAN ATTACK ME. I MAY BE SCARED BUT I AM STILL MIGHTY!

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Mr. Smartass [M]

What happens when you get partnered with know-it-all, Kim Namjoon, for a class project?

4k / smut / college!AU


“You will be partnered with…Namjoon Kim.”

Your professor’s words hung in the air, tension filling the large classroom.

Your fists clenched by your sides, trying your best to keep a neutral expression because you knew all eyes were on you, waiting for a reaction. Despite praying to be matched with your best friend, your professor’s “random” selection process had other plans. Just your luck, you had been partnered with the resident class know-it-all.

   Just perfect.

   Namjoon was an exchange student from South Korea that had come earlier in the semester, though you honestly wouldn’t have known he wasn’t born in the States because his accent was almost unnoticeable. There’s always been some palpable tension between the two of you, even dating back to the first day of class. Whenever you went to answer a question, he would refute it with some smartass comment. The two of you would go on for minutes, debating heatedly back and forth from across the classroom while everyone looked on like they were waiting for things to get violent (and it almost did, several times you had to stop yourself from throwing your textbook at his perfectly groomed head).

   You both were undoubtedly the best students in the class, though, if Namjoon’s grade was even a decimal point higher, you knew it was because he kissed the professor’s ass way more than necessary.

   Your professor continued reading the rest of the pairs from his list and you took a deep breath, thinking of ways to get out of this assignment.

   “I’m expecting great things from you all,” he said, looking between you and Namjoon with a smile before sending a wink in your direction. Your jaw dropped; this was definitely a setup, “Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to meet up with your partners before you leave and exchange emails and phone numbers!” he called over the sound of thank you’s and chairs scraping against the floor.
   
Putting your pride aside, you rose from your chair and walked to the other end of the room, rolling your eyes as you passed your best friend. She was gave you a pitiful smile as she spoke to her partner, a boy with a headful of greasy curls that covered half his face.

You finally made it over to him, and his eyes were trained on something he was reading on his phone.

“Namjoon,” you said cordially.

“Y/N,” he replied dryly, not even bothering to look up from the device.

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BTS Reaction to Their GF Hiding a Hickey With a Choker

I didn’t really understand what you meant in your request so I went with what I imagined! Sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. ~Admin JHoe

Jin:

He would know exactly why you were wearing your lace choker since he knew you hated necklaces, especially chokers.

“Why hide it Y/N? Are you embarrassed of me?”

“I had work today! People don’t need to find out about us…this way.”

“But it shows how much we love each other.”

“Jin-”

Interrupting you, he would lift you up and kiss you.

“Don’t give me another one!”

“No promises.”

Originally posted by oksyub

Suga:

“Why are you wearing that choker? It doesn’t match,” Suga would complain.

“I have to wear it, thanks to you.”

“Ooh…sorry baby. I don’t mind them though.”

“I know. Jungkook made fun of it though.”

Suga laughed. He would smile his gummy smile at you, thinking of the time you two spent together for the last few weeks and how much he was going to miss it while away on tour.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Min Yoongi. No more hickeys though.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll only leave a few more…”

“Suga!”

Originally posted by hidden--demons

J-Hope:

J-Hope would watch you keep readjusting your choker.

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?” he would ask.

“I’m not…”

“Y/N. Come here.”

You hesitated so he walked over to you in two swift steps and pulled you onto his lap. He stared into your eyes, making you squirm. He would lean in, distracting you from his hand moving towards your choker.

“Hoseok!”

“Wow. I left some pretty decent ones there.”

“I tried to put makeup on them but-”

“Don’t hide them! They’re pretty!”

Before you could argue, he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Let’s go somewhere more private Y/N.”

Originally posted by bfjhs

Rap Monster:

“Namjoon, what’s for dinner?”

“Some restaurant probably. You know I can’t…whoa.”

Rap Monster would turn around, his gaze falling straight to your lace choker.

“Are we celebrating something?”

“No!”

“What’s with the choker?”

You scratched your neck awkwardly. Namjoon let out a laugh.

“Your hickeys!”

“Shh! Jimin can hear us.”

Rap Monster slowly took off your choker, revealing the marks he left the night before.

“Forget going out, we’re staying in tonight.”

Originally posted by bts-uke

Jimin:

Jimin finally woke up and walked out to where you were sitting. You had on a blue lacy choker.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Jimin.”

For most of the day, Jimin wouldn’t notice the choker. He would go about doing his normal routine. After a long day of practice, he came back exhausted. You were already in your pajamas. You were taking the choker off just as he came in.

“Y/N! Your neck!”

“Um…yeah? That’s why I was wearing a choker.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine! It’s just a few. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Jimin. I’m fine.”

He would pull you close to him and cuddle with you for a bit. He would stare at the marks on your neck, suddenly feeling the urge to make more.

“I love you Y/N.” He would say this before kissing you, moving on to making out and leaving more hickeys.

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow,” you said in between kisses.

“I won’t.”

Originally posted by chokemejimin

V:

V would love the choker, despite it being the way you hid your hickeys.

“Ah, you look so gorgeous Y/N.”

He would stare at you nonstop. You felt a bit uncomfortable, so you took off the choker against V’s protests.

“Wow. I did that…”

“Yes Tae, you did. Now I have to pay for it.”

He would pout at you which would make you feel bad.

“Sorry Tae. You know I love you.”

You would put on the choker again since the rest of the boys entered the room. V would smirk at you occasionally which Suga and J-Hope would be suspicious of. Later, you and V would sneak off to his room.

“I want to see them again,” V insisted, wanting to see your hickeys for the millionth time. You sighed and took off your choker once again. V’s eyes wandered for a moment. He snatched the choker out of your hands and ran to the bed. You groaned and purposefully taunted V, moving your neck back and forth.

“Come here Y/N.”

You acted like you didn’t hear him.

“I said come here!”

He ran over and picked you up, tossing you onto the bed as you laughed at his struggle.

“You’re gonna be sorry for that Y/N.”

“I already am.”

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be hanging out with Jimin, J-Hope, and V when you walked in. You had on a black choker, one of Jungkook’s favorites.

“It’s Y/N!” Jungkook would shout, running over and hugging you. As he did, your choker shifted so some of your hickeys were visible.

“Ahahahaaha!” J-Hope started cracking up.

Assuming he was being his usual crazy self, you and Jungkook just rolled your eyes.

“Love the choker.” Jungkook winked at you.

“Yeah. Is it hiding something?” J-Hope cackled.

That’s when Jungkook pieced it together. He pulled the choker up higher so it covered more of the hickeys. As J-Hope told Jimin, they both started laughing. Jungkook would whack them playfully.

 “Ai! We’re your hyungs,” Jimin would shout. You stood there awkwardly, making sure the choker stayed in place.

“Let’s go Y/N.” Jungkook led you to his room. “Let me see.”

You lowered the choker to reveal a line of hickeys. Jungkook smirked, remembering that night.

“I’m good.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You can do better.”

“Wanna bet on that?”

You laughed at Jungkook’s cockiness.

“Alright Y/N. You asked for it.”

The rest of the night was full of make out sessions and more hickeys. You managed to give Jungkook even more hickeys than you had. He would definitely get his revenge after the members teased him the next day,

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

social media rec list

ok let me just start by saying i love social media (in fic and outside fic lmao), and in the world of YOI where they’re both famous, it can work really, really well. so here are my favorites! arranged into AUs, canon and canon divergent ❤️

CANON

1. Victor “Milkman” Nikiforov: the man, the meme, the legend by bosbie. Teen, Complete, 13k

god this series is so funny. MEMES AND RUSSIAN SKATE SQUAD???!!! !!!! YES PLS

2. Hot Russian daddy fucks a horny Japanese slut [AKA Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki REAL sex tape leaked] by Krtek. Explicit, Complete, 14k.

hooooly shit, the title says it all. sex tape is leaked, fandom reacts. this is beautiful, deals w the repercussions really well. hot and sweet at the sweet time. i laughed (but felt bad about laughing bcos you’ll see).

3. katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian. Gen, Complete, 12k.

ok this is a fandom classic and y’all probably know it but IT DESERVES TO BE HERE. lovely outside POV of canon.

4. The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by @nagoyadelay. Mature, Complete, 3k.

U WILL LAUGH!!!! Thirsty skating fandom (aka us), tumblr thesis on the size of Yuuri’s 🍆 

CANON DIVERGENT

1. Setting Sun by @iwritevictuuri. Explicit, WIP, 76k

u think, wow, songfics are so 2001??/11//?? WELL UR WRONG. unbelievably well thought out song fic (b e l i e v e me) playing out on Instagram.

2. we’ll always have paris by @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband. Mature, WIP, 12k.

alsdjlkas Viktor is extra as always in social media, and it’s great, it adds to the humor, you’ll literally laugh out loud at least once in this fic, i promise you!!

3. Stay Close to Me by dasedandconfuzed. Teen, Complete, 11k.

ok ok ok i reread this fic probably once a month??? i adore it. one of my favorite canon divergent fics where yuuri gets 4th in Sochi and catches Viktor’s attention anyway.

4. Rivals (aka UMFB and OBSBH) by @kazliin. Explicit, WIP (UMFB is complete), 293k

wowowow the use of Social Media here is done so well, because it’s really part of the story. you get hints of what Viktor feels in UMFB, the reactions of fandom affect Yuuri, and you see different sides of the characters through how they use social media. lovely lovely, everyone know this fic, but im reccing it anyway.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

1. i will go down with this ship! by @yoyoplisetsky. Teen, WIP, 7k

SOCIAL MEDIA AND FANDOM??? sign me the heck up. lovely actor AU w ~layers~ of fake dating and both yuuri and vik have secret twitter accounts where they roleplay as themselves.

2. make my heart beat out of my chest by @xyloophones. Teen, Complete, 43k.

OK this is social media goals, legit, esp the latest fic in this series. Singer-songwriter Viktor and dancer Yuuri collab, super great social media incorporation that im aiming for in my own fics. Yuuri speaking out about his anxiety also is A+

3. leave it all on the ice by snowdarkred. Teen, Complete, 20k.

Hockey AU, deals with homophobia and their hockey careers through social media. one of my favorites, i want more hockey!AU pls.

4. Yuuri!!! on Floor by @handsingsweapon. Not Rated, Complete, 67k.

GYMNASTICS AU!!! omfg, i love this fic. the usage of social media is done great, and it makes a huge point and a statement and pls see more at my author rec bcos i am a stan

5. Lightning Strikes Every Time He Moves by @cuttlemefishwrites. Explicit, WIP, 30k

Popstar AU! look y’all, there are even GIFs in the fic. super underrated amazing fic with great social media and amazing famous Viktor and Yuuri.

6. (Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by @cuttlemefishwrites. Explicit, Complete, 44k.

oh god,,, probably my favorite version of Viktor Extra Nikiforov. they literally use social media to find Yuuri, and it’s just adorable!!! super fun read and super funny, believe me.


send me more recs *eyebrow wiggle*

anonymous asked:

RFA meets a little sister of MC that looks like a mini MC. MC might be jealous a bit of how much attention they give mini MC. (Maybe you can somehow work out Saeyoung saying "MC Shrunk!?! Omg, I didn't do it!!!!") Please and have a lovely day!

Such a cute request! Hope you like it! ^^

RFA react to MC’s little sister who looks like her

Zen

  • I mean, if you weren’t already adorable enough…
  • He’s always waiting for your family reunions just so he can see her, he likes to play with her and give her piggy rides
  • He even lets her braid and do piggy tails in his hair! Which… he never let you… no! you’re not jealous of your little sister, that’s ridiculous!
  • But look at them, he’s even taking selfies of him with his hair like this! Ugh… okay, you’re jealous.
  • When you confront him, he laughs because you look so embarrassed for even thinking like this. You know how pathetic you’re being, blushing and looking away like this.
  • So he keeps teasing you, but on a more serious note: “I like hanging out with her because she looks like you, but has my personality, babe, she’s probably like our daughter is going to be.”
  • Well, he was trying to be serious, but couldn’t help but chuckle when he sees you blushing hard.
  • He loves to see your flustered face, that’s something not even your sister can pull it off so adorably.

Yoosung

  • You keep telling him his sister looks a lot like him, but this is on a complete different level.
  • He’s always very shy at your family reunions, but he always loosens up when your sister is there.
  • She makes him play with her dolls and he doesn’t even flinch, he doesn’t look flustered or uncomfortable. Why is he not like this to you all the time too?
  • He’s talking so much while he comes up with stories for Barbie and her friends,. When he’s alone with you, it’s so hard to make him speak his mind, what he wants, what he needs from you…
  • You know you’re being ridiculous, especially when you apparently hurt him by telling him all this. Shit! She’s just a kid, why does she make you feel like this?
  • He apologizes a lot, and you have to reassure him a million times you’re the wrong one here. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just trying to show you I can deal with children really well, you know… because I… I… we… gonna have a baby one day and… ahh! Pretend I didn’s say that!”
  • You knew how much he wants a kid with you, but it’s the first time he says it that clear and loud.
  • Like, really loud, your whole family is staring at him, but he looks determined… oh wow!

Jaehee

  • She’s a little scared, how is that even possible?
  • You thought she wasn’t really fond of kids, well, apparently you were wrong, she plays along whenever your sister grab her hand and take her from the adults table.
  • She draws Jaehee, you, an alligator, a flower… so much draws! And Jaehee draws too, you thought she only drew at coffee foam…
  • It’s not that you’re jealous, you’re just intrigued. You’re seeing a new side of her you thought it wasn’t really there. Why did she never show you before? She doesn’t trust you enough?
  • No! You can’t jump in conclusions like that just because she’s drawing with your freaking sister! Pull yourself together!
  • She asks you what’s wrong, and you don’t feel like lying to her. She’s… intrigued too, your mind work in a very weird way.
  • “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I just play with your sister because I’m still trying to be comfortable around your family, I know some of them are judging us… me, and… she doesn’t judge. Kids never judge.”
  • Congratulations! You’re the worst brat alive! She comforts you telling you’re very cute being jealous of a mini-you.
  • “I’m not jealous! And we don’t even look like that much!” oh my… you two even pout similarly!

Jumin

  • Could you be any cuter? Okay, it’s not really you, but… you probably looked like this when you were a child, right? Lovely
  • He’s always so stiff and formal around your family, but your sister appears and he’s a completely different man.
  • He reads her stories and encourages her to create her own, she can say the weirdest and craziest thing, he’s laughing and telling her that’s really creative!
  • He’s laughing! Not smirking, not chuckling, he’s LAUGHING! The only time he ever laughed with you, he was drunk! HE’S PRETTY SOBER NOW! WTF?
  • You don’t have the guts to confront him over something so silly and kinda crazy, but he notices the way you glare at him.
  • When you finally tell him, he just nods and apologizes. Now you’re feeling guilty, he was having so much fun before…
  • “I’m sorry if it bothers you, my love. It’s just your sister reminds me a lot of you, she’s very creative and smart, I’m just encouraging her to be her best self, just like you already are.”
  • HOLY SHIT! Is this man even real? You feel your face on fire, how can he say things like this and look so stoic while you’re a blushing mess?
  • But you manage to calm down when he laughs before giving you a little peck in the lips.

Saeyoung

  • A pocket version of you! Yay!!!
  • Forget your family, he just says a quick hi and goes straight to your sister. Who’s the kid here? It’s hard to tell…
  • He runs around with her everywhere. Piggy rides, hide and seek, he even lets her wear his glasses. Not too much, because she can have a headache and he… needs them to see.
  • You think it’s adorable, but he completely forgets about you the whole day, it’s all about mini-MC. You’re starting to miss him, even his bad puns and silly pranks…
  • You know how much he would tease you if you brought up something like this, so you don’t say anything.
  • And you keep saying anything even in your way back home, he just assumes you’re tired. “I’m tired too, mini-MC couldn’t give me a rest!” he sighs “It’s so nice, right? See kids being kids, being able to have fun and go crazy…”
  • Oh… you know what this is about… stupid brat! Of course he would like to hang out more with a kid, he never had the chance to be one! His childhood was hell, of course he would compensate a little being an adult!
  • Ah…  he’s gonna be such a great father one day and… wait! Are you really thinking about this? Right now?
  • “And she looks so much like you! Do you think our kids will look more like you or more like me?” “We’ll only know if we try… I-I’m ready!  You… do you feel ready to try?” the way he brakes the car and smiles at you can only mean “yes”.


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anonymous asked:

Boi, hi, I've been waiting for this. Could I request the RFA boys (+ V & Searan)'s reactions to finding out MC is a Victoria's Secret model and finding out by MC dragging them to a show before disappearing leaving them sitting alone for awhile before they walk out and yeah (I'm so sorry this is so long and I totally get if you don't want to write this. Have a great day!)

A/N: b o i you sent this in literally *right* after I opened requests and I giGGLED SO HARD AT YOUR ENTHUSIASM it really made my day, so i hope you like this ~Admin 404

ALSO Y'ALL, IT’S YA GIRLS BIRTHDAY TODAY (june 20) SO IF YA NEED ME I PROBABLY WON’T BE BACK UNTIL LATER TODAY, HAVE FUN, BEHAVE, I LOVE YOU

*YOOSUNG:

               -He was already red as hell and nervously sweating when you just mentioned taking him to the show

               -“Isn’t Victoria Secret that one… you know… sexy clothing store?”

               - yes, yes it is

               -The whole way there, he’s muttering to himself

               -Honestly trying to hold back tears because he feels so awkward

               -Wants to look at you and only you!! He doesn’t want you to feel bad about him looking at other partially naked women

               - WHAT IF HE GETS A BONER MC HE CANT HELP IT AND IT’LL BE PUBLIC WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU BRING HIM HERE

               -Holds onto your wrist when you try to leave him there alone and you have to drag him a little bit before telling him that he’d be fine and you’d be back in just a little bit

               -He tries to fold himself up as much as possible to hide himself from the people giving him weird looks

               - it didn’t help

               -When the show started, a small shriek rose up from the back of his throat and he covered his eyes with his hands, though he peeked through his fingers because his curiosity got the best of him

               -But the first person he saw was you? And you were in some absolutely gorgeous, lacey, and very short nightgowns? Where are your pants? Are you in jUST UNDERWEAR? ARE THOSE WINGS??

               -The poor boy has a full blown nose bleed. His face is as red as Saeyoung’s hair. He’s stuttering and muttering to himself because he has absolutely no (comprehensive) words

               -He struggles to look you in the eye after the show! Kept trying for a solid hour to compliment you but the words kept getting stuck on his tongue.

               -That night he held you cautiously, but still close enough to feel his heart race

               -Like, wow, he’s dating a mODEL! He knew you were beautiful inside and out but it’s just amAZING! He would have never expected it

*ZEN:

               -“Why are we going to a fashion show?”

               -“I’m beautiful, I should be one of the models!”

               - thanks for being modest zen

               -You didn’t tell him what kind of fashion show, but he agreed to go anyway

               -Famous people are always seen at these things, he feels like he fits in!

               -He was so ready to compliment the hell out of you to make sure you know he’s got all eyes for you

               -But when he turned back to you, you were gone?

               -P A N I C

               -Before he could look around for you though, the show started

               -And the people behind him were grumbling about him being in their way so he sat down and silently hoped that maybe you just excused yourself to the restroom

               -But as the show started, he watched as multiple models walked out in different sorts of lingerie

               -He felt so AWKWARD! He just wanted you to come back so he could focus on you instead of these other wome-

               -There was one model that captured his eye and he thought she was just absolutely breathtaking. Just by the curve of your face, let alone your hips, he knew it was you

               -He couldn’t help himself, he cheered for you like it was a football game people had to pull him down to his seat

               -He practically lifted you into the air and spun you around afterwards, showering you in more compliments than usual (which is a lot). Reminded you constantly throughout the rest of the night how proud he was of you!

               -Also had to use all of his willpower to fight the inner beast the rest of the night

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s always wanted to attend fashion shows, but has always been way too busy

               -Not to mention she didn’t even get to go to any for work reasons damn jumin

               -So she was extremely excited to hear that you were going to bring her to one!

               -She likes any and all information about where the two of you go so she was very shaken by the fact that you wouldn’t tell her what kind of show this was

               -What if it was a super fancy fashion show and she wasn’t presentable? What if it was super casual and she’s too dressed up? WHAT IF IT WAS SECRETLY A STRIP CLUB AND YOU DIDN’T TELL HER

               -She was trying to get you to give her hints about what kind of show this was

               -Actually got frustrated when you didn’t give her any sort of hint

               - acts like a child and pouts, completely ignoring you

               -Simply nods her head in acknowledgement when you excuse yourself

               -The music started to play not long after that and she started to get really giggly and excited! But there was no sign of you?

               -She figured she would just record the show until you made it back, so you could watch it later on when you were home!

               -The moment she got her phone ready, she hit record and looked down at the lit up screen

               -But when she did look, all she saw was you? Walking down the catwalk? In some very revealing lingerie?

               -Had to do a double-take from the screen and up at the stage to make sure it was truly you

               -And holy shit??? Like, you go girl?? 10/10 she was so excited to see you up there, strutting your stuff!

               -Any outfit you had modeled, she planned on buying matching outfits for the two of you as soon as possible

*JUMIN:

               -He’s tried to avoid any type of show at all costs

               -It’s just not his type of scene, you know?

               -Watching all these women strut around in ridiculous outfits, acting high and mighty, wanting nothing but attention (so he thought)

               -He just wanted to take this day off, sit at home with his precious girls (you and Elizabeth, obviously), and relax

               -Instead, you had begged him to come to this show, which you wouldn’t even tell him the theme of

               -And of course he agreed, you’re his beloved and he wanted to do anything he could to make you happy

               -If that meant he had to watch this agonizing show, then he would

               - he only wished he could have his wine as well

               - honestly thought about sneaking in a flask because he hated these things that much

               -Whined like a child when you told him to stay put because you’d be right back

               -“But MC! I dislike these things, you can’t truly expect me to stay here alone, can you?”

               -You left anyway, and found your way to the stage, only to walk out and see Mr. Trustfund Kid’s jaw clench- his whole body moving forward to the edge of his seat, a hand covering his mouth and his eyebrows knitted together

               -He was pleasantly surprised to see you walk out in some gorgeous lingerie

               -But he was also immediately jealous of every other pair of eyes that set on you and your body

               -He swore to himself that you’ll know for sure that you’re his and only his later that night

               -Not to mention that every set of lingerie featured in the show would soon be in your closet for a private, up-close showing for him and only him

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He doesn’t get out much

               -But if you wanna go somewhere, then he! Is! Going! Somewhere!

               -Whatever you want to do, he will do it for you!

               -You want to go to some sort of fashion show?

               -He probably won’t enjoy it, since it’s not really something he’s into, but he will still go with you to make you happy

               -Every fashion show he’s ever seen had such ridiculous outfits

               -He’s hoping they’re just as terrible this time so he has something to make jokes about and keep himself entertained

               -Lowkey threw a hissy fit when you told him you were leaving for a little bit

               -He was there for you! You can’t leave

               -“Fine if you won’t sit and stay then I’ll make fun of the outfits by myself”

               -When the music started he sat forward, completely ready to slaughter the first outfit with insults

               -Except it was really cute. And sexy. And oN YOU.

               -He literally fell out of his chair onto the floor, people had to help him get back up

               -Not before he turned as red as his hair, though

               -From then on, every time you came on stage, he would whoop and howl, causing you to almost lose your cool a couple of times

               - ends up surprising you weeks later wearing that same lingerie for you, wink wonk

*V:

               -He’s been to many shows

               -Well okay he’s photographed many shows

               -Never sat and enjoyed one himself

               -But completely willing to go with you! He enjoys the art of the fashion

               -Doesn’t even matter what kind of show, he is 500% ready and willing to go

               -Of course he has his camera too, but not to take pictures of the models!

               -He wanted to take pictures of your reactions, how the bright lights shine on your face, how you can see the passion in your eyes

               -HE WAS SO EXCITED, AAAAAA

               -When the music started he was worried about you missing the show

               -He didn’t want to photograph the sadness in your eyes!

               -But he looked up at the stage to see you, walking out from behind the curtain with upmost confidence

               -Shining bright, dripping in sexiness, and giving off a “I’m a badass” vibe

               -And he. was. lOVING IT.

               -It made him so nervous to see his precious angel like that but he knew he couldn’t miss the opportunity

               -So every time you came out in any outfit, he was sure to take the most amazing photos of you, in an attempt to capture how much love he has for you in each one

               - wants a private photoshoot behind the scenes afterwards, wink wonk

*SAERAN:

               -You thought Saeyoung hating getting out of the house?

               -We all know Saeran is 10 times worse

               -You are physically dragging him to this show because he’s so against it

               -“Why the fuck would I want to watch people parading around the stage in stupid outfits”

               -Because?? Just go with me anyway??

               -He’s holding onto your arm, letting his feet drag against the floor when you try to leave him in the crowd alone

               -“Saeran I need to go do something!” “Oh no, you are NOT leaving me alone with ALL THESE PEOPLE”

               -You did leave him alone though, and he is LIVID.

               -He planned on not talking to you for the remainder of the night because of it. Maybe he’d keep up the silent treatment until tomorrow. Who knows?

               -The loud music started to play and he already hated everything about this

               -He watched as a few women walked out on stage, each in a progressively more revealing outfit

               -Until his arms unfolded when he saw you in this sexy bra and panties set

               -Matching them to the large wings hanging behind you

               -Immediately snapping photos on his phone for later blackmail

               - and also using them as research references to get those outfits for later

               - practically pounces you behind the stage, attacking your whole body in kisses



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how would sabo ace zoro and mihawk when their partert want to cuddle? sorry for the bad english :‘v

A/N: I’m not joking when I say that I had so much fun writing this, I didn’t check so there might be some words that don’t exist… now they do so it’s cool, thank you for requesting!!


Sabo

  • Sabo would react different to his s/o wanting to cuddle, depending on the situation
  • If him and his partner were with other people or out in public, he’d probably get a bit uncomfortable and embarassed
  • He would still cuddle with you tho, bc he just loves to cuddle
  • If you were alone however, he would tease you a bit and act like he doesn’t really want to
  • “Cuddles? You really can’t live without me, can you? Am I really that great?” - “…Shut up, Sabo..”
  • “I don’t really feel like it, I’m just so busy at the moment, ah…” *fake yawning* “But if you really want to, I guess I can take a little break for my fans- Hey! Where are you going!”
  • He actually asks for cuddles more often then you do, bc he’s so… ugh cute
  • His hugs are very intimate, he doesn’t really like to have too much body contact with people he doesn’t really like/knows, but likes to touch the people he loves (does this sound weird?)
  • He likes to hold his s/o close, hold the back of their head and put his chin on the top of their head
  • If his s/o is taller/the same heigh, he likes to have his arms around their hips and just lazily support his head on their shoulder
  • blows on your neck bc you hate it and then kisses it as an apology
  • hate that kid
  • i don’t

Ace

  • Okay, this guy…
  • Oh I have to search for XX, but you want to cuddle? Sure!
  • Oh I have to help XX with this thing, but you want to cuddle? Yes!
  • Oh I have to fight this dude bc he’s danger to the world, but you want my hugs? Of course!
  • Anytime, anywhere, just call for him and he will be by your side
  • Loves it when you ask for him and shows it visibly with a big grin
  • Is a sunshine whenever you need him
  • His hugs are the bestest, no joke
  • They’re warm, tight, long and just feel so right…. god
  • Ace likes to stay in the arms of his s/o as long as he can, because he just feels so good with them
  • lazily kisses your cheek/neck/jaw/head whatever he’s close with, maybe even spins around with you still in his arms
  • feels like he’s needed when you ask for him and that makes him feel good, that’s why he likes it so much :(
  • If you both lay together and try to sleep, he’ll most likely be the big spoon and just stroke your back with his warm fingers
  • Everytime you wake up tho, he’s the little spoon and you’re just like…. ace do you maybe want to be the little spoon tonight?
  • “UhM, nO?!….. ok maybe.”
  • Once fell asleep while he was hugging you, the others noticed and asked if he really just fell asleep and you went like nah he’s just playing so they wouldn’t tease him, see that’s what I call true love

Zoro

  • Umm, excuse me what?
  • A swordsman doesn’t cuddle, he suffers
  • Get’s extremely embarassed if you ask him for cuddles if others are around
  • He just turns into: “?!?!”
  • It’s weak to cuddle and he just can’t go around, showing everyone that he likes to cuddle, what the hell dude!!!
  • Turns into a little puppy in your arms
  • Is not really into PDA, especially if the stupid cook is around, so he asks you to stop asking for cuddles in public
  • You get lowkey hurt and just go ok :/ but then he sees you being sad and kisses the top of your head while he walks by and you just go :)
  • If you’re both alone, he likes to “hold you in his arms only”, especially when you take a nap together but you guys just cuddle with each other, kisses and stupid jokes and stuff
  • You like to trace his muscles with your finger and he just feels so… manly
  • Acts like he doesn’t but his stupid smirk gives him away
  • There was this once time where he had gotten lost somewhere for days and you got so scared that when you met again, you sprinted into his arms and hugged him like crazy in front of everyone
  • Everyone just went like YOOOO what
  • Snooji didn’t stop teasing him for days and then one day you just turned around and went
  • “at least he’s getting some”
  • Zoro kissed you for 5 seconds straight in front of crying jamie oliver


Mihawk

  • He just stares at you for a few seconds, sighs and opens his arms for you, only a tiny bit, but you saw it and now you’re in his arms
  • If you’re with other people, he wouldn’t care at all, just act like he always does and throw his arm around you in Mihawk- style
  • He likes to play with your hair and slowly go through it
  • Secretly smells your hair
  • Seriously, he does
  • I’m not joking
  • His hugs sadly don’t last very long, he’s a rather private person and doesn’t like someone being too close to him for too long, no matter who it is
  • Makes an exception if you’re emotionally not feeling well
  • Kisses your temple once and strokes your head in Mihawk- style
  • Mihawk likes to drink wine with you in his lap on some days, only if he’s feeling rather… wild ;-)
  • Perona caught you once in his arms and went like wow mihawk you have feelings who would have thought that
  • and he just goes fuck off peasant *sexy annoyed mihawk- style stare*
  • Is not really into cuddling before sleep, but is OK with you being the little spoon
  • starts to like it after some time bc you always smell so good
  • why is he so weird what the fu-
Good night, Andrews: Archie Andrews

request: HI! Can you write an imagine where Jughead, Archie, Betty and Y/N were the original four before and Jug and her really like each other but Y/N had to move away. Then she comes back while the Jason Blossom mystery (she knows, even about Grundy and V). And when Jug sees her at school, it hits him that she’s back but he’s dating Betty and it saddens her. But she gets close with Archie again and fall for each other and dates and it makes Jug jealous. The ending’s all yours. Sorry if it’s long :)

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I’M BACK!! I changed a little bit of this request, but I still think it is good. Also, I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK FOREVER!! I feel so bad that this took so long. Thank you for being patient. I made it long to apologize. xx, aubree

warnings: none that I can think of.

word count: 1,557

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Originally posted by fyeahriverdale


Y/N was finally back in her hometown, Riverdale. She moved away about three years ago for her dad’s job and missed her friends deeply. Before she had moved, she would hang out at Pop’s diner with her three best friend’s Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Jughead Jones. They all kept in contact after Y/N left and they told her all about what was happening in Riverdale. They told her about Jason Blossom and how everyone thought he drowned until his body washed to shore with a gunshot wound to the head. They even told her about Archie’s affair with the music teacher, and of their newest friend Veronica Lodge. 

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.


Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”


The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”


Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.


The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.




Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

remus gets sirius a job at his workplace and forgets all the shit he’s said about sirius in front of his nosy co-workers

  • so remus works at a restaurant as a cook
  • not a good one, mind you, it’s greasy and doesn’t require a lot of cooking skill but the pay is good
  • he’s a pretty fantastic cook, though (as sirius keeps annoyingly trying to hammer into his “thick skull”) because the rest of the marauders can’t cook for shit
  • and exams started becoming Too Much at 15 and he started stress cooking for no reason anyone understands– at 3am: “isn’t it supposed to be stress baking?” “fuck you prongs just eat the goddamn stirfry” 
    • and thus Remus became their personal and surprisingly skilled self-taught cook
  • and now here he is, working through university as a cook for the past two years
  • and now here sirius is, a dramatic moaning mess about how he was going to run alphard’s inheritance money dry and never get a job ever 
  • remus quickly gets sick of the complaining and conveniently a job opening at the diner pops up–they need a new waiter
  • and he talks up sirius to his boss, saying how sirius is fantastic and charming and the customers will love him and he’s a fast learner and very smart
    • honestly, the boss doesn’t really give a fuck and hires him instantly
  •  sirius is bouncing off the walls happy. “moony moony moony this is brilliant we’ll worker together and it’ll be amazing isn’t that fantastic you can see my pretty face all day” “more like i’ll have a daily aneurysm. thank god i have the kitchen separating us” 
  • but secretly remus thinks this might be nice. you know, working with your best mate. wow why is his stomach feeling all fluttery, he must have ate something funny for lunch
  • sirius picks him up from class and walks him to his first day of work (remus had made sure they had the same shift together) and now he’s getting kinda nervous, he’s never worked before and remus rolls his eyes and tells him to stop worrying, there’s never been a thing he’s ever failed at
  • and then they arrive. and remus thinks fuck.  the soft kind of fuck. with a lot of emotion. 
  • because here are his co-workers, marlene & dorcas & gid and they’re scrambling to meet sirius and remus realizes for the first time that mixing business and personal life is never a good idea. ever.
  • because he’s ranted off to them during breaks like a normal human and yea he moaned about james’ clothes all over the flat and his fucking smelly socks and lily ate his chocolate again and he got a shitting B on his paper 
  • but sirius.
  • oh, sirius.
  • he mouthed off sirius way more than anything and he knew how it sounds, sirius this and sirius that and sirius blah blah sirius
  • so yes, a very soft fuck  it is
  • like the brave person he is, he runs to the kitchen with a quick bye
  • and sirius is all ??? but it’s okay because remus’ co-workers seem cool and the attention is nice but when he says his name is sirius they all deflate and have the saddest fucking faces ever
  • and he is even more ???
  • over the next week he meets other co-workers and they all have the same reaction–super excited when hearing he’s remus’ friend but then disappointed after learning his name
  • and he is fed-up with it (he’s a freaking amazing waiter though, as he’s made sure to tell everyone every second of the day and the customers love him, tipping him way too generously) and so he’s on his break with marlene and gid and he finally demands what’s wrong with him
  • they both sorta look at each other and sigh “well, we were hoping you were padfoot”
  • wait.
  • what.
  • marlene rolls her eyes “you know, padfoot. doesn’t he moan about him to you? it’s all he ever talks about ‘fucking padfoot’ ‘i swear to god i’m going to kill him’ ‘motherfucking padfoot aka most stupid arrogant asshole to ever live’”
  • sirius is half unfazed because that’s just moony and half hurt because wow, did remus really feel that way about him and then gid says “i swear this padfoot might actually be stupid if he can’t see how fucking mad remus is for him”
  • ??? “what do you mean” ??
  • now both gid and marls look at him like he’s insane “we all know he has the biggest school girl crush on the guy, honestly are you even friends with him? how do you not know this?”
  • sirius’ mind is blown.
  • fucking
  • blown.
  • he and remus walk home that day and sirius keeps looking at remus and smirking and remus. does not. like. it. at all. a smirking sirius is a death sentence and also wtf does he have to look so good when he smirks it’s not fair fuck u life 
  • sirius asks around with the other waiters and staff, years of pranking has taught him to never trust one single source only and it’s fucking amazing bc everyone says the same thing and asks him if he’s ever met The Padfoot in the flesh
  • and the smirking. it does not stop. “why are you so happy? stop it, it’s freaking me out” “oh, you know, it’s *sigh* just what a time to be alive. Cheer up, moons.”
  • hahahhaha yea no. remus was not going to cheer up, thank you v much.
  • and then
  • it all comes to a head.
  • shit hits the goddamn fan
  • the diner is dead and sirius has nothing to do and he’s bored so he goes into the kitchen to bother remus and he doesn’t really mean to say it but it’s just so easy “hey, how’s padfoot doing?”
  • this fuck is not a soft one, oh no it is a big capital FUCK. remus’ brain is shutting down. dorcas wolf whistles next to him and benjy pops his head in “yea why’ve you been so quiet recently, trouble in paradise?”
  • “oh yes,” remus says staring sirius dead in the eyes, “the fucking shit has reached a whole new level and i’m going to fucking assassinate him tonight”
  • godamn sirius did NOT know remus had that in him and was that strange he found his anger so hot but also fuck did he misread this whole thing and moony actually doesn’t like him??
  • remus meanwhile has shriveled up inside and died. rip. 
  • on the walk home he’s completely silent and sirius is Freaking Out. when they get to their building he finally blurts out “say something”
  • which was a bad idea because remus is pissed “what do you want me to say? that you’re an asshole and that wasn’t cool that you made fun of me at my job i hope you had a real good laugh” “im not joking” 
  • and remus scoffs and fuck sirius should clarify but he can never resist a good chance to egg remus on and frustrate him and wow how did he not realize all these years he infuriated remus because he’s madly in love with the stupid git
  • and sirius eggs him on, getting him all worked up because now he has a Plan and yea okay maybe it’s not original but it’s gonna work, alright? and remus is red in the face and finally finally  he says the magic words “oh fucking shut up padfoot”
  • “make me”
  • remus pushes him up against the wall of the building and holy shit wow yes please and remus’ eyes are narrowed “i’m going to kiss you now is that okay?” and sirius just can’t anymore he just can’t so instead of answering he just grabs remus’ face and kisses the life out of him
  • “YES! GET IT!” they break apart to look up and see James hanging out their apartment window, a camera in hand and whistling. “DON’T STOP ON MY ACCOUNT!”
  • after many threats and curses, james’ head disappears and remus and sirius press their foreheads together
  • “i can’t believe they actually thought someone was legit named padfoot”
  • “jesus christ just shut up for once pads and kiss me”
BTS reaction to you dancing in the rain

Requested by anon. I had to tweak the request just a little bit. I hope you dont mind and that its still good! Enjoy :)


MASTERLIST


JIN

You are crazy you know that?” Jin smiled at you and shook his head when you came back inside. He dried your hair using a towel “Crazy but cute” he would say ruffling your hair with the towel. He wouldn’t tell you but he watched you dance in the rain and he committed the image in his memory for when times got difficult. “Go dry up and I will make soup for you” the mom in him would say. “Yes mother” you tease him. He would graciously bow and take that as a complement.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


YOONGI

Y/N, if you get sick I am not taking care of you” he threatened when he saw you dancing around in the rain. He stopped to watch you for a second and his mind went blank for a second. He couldn’t help but smile. He slapped himself to come to his senses.“Y/n I am serious, if you don’t come in I am locking you out” he threatened. When you ignored him, he did lock you out. “I told you so babe” he said when you tried to open the door. After a few minutes he did open the door because he loved you too much to let you get sick.

Originally posted by bfnochu


HOSEOK

Hoseok saw you dancing in the rain happily and decided to join in because it looked fun. “I am not much of a rain person but I couldn’t miss this opportunity” he said. Before you could react he kissed you out of nowhere. When you looked him puzzled he laughed. “You have no idea how pretty you look right now” he said making you blush. You knew he was turning on his charm, so to throw him off you splashed water on him. From then it was a full on water fight, but with rain water.

Originally posted by yourhopeyourangeeel


NAMJOON

Namjoon didn’t want you to be dancing in the rain because he didn’t want you to get sick. But you looked way too happy for him to stop you. “Oh my god, I just realized I am dating a crazy person” he teased when you got back. But that did not stop him from telling you how bad it was for you to get wet in the rain. “Babe do you know that you could get pneumonia if you stay out in the rain too long?” You knew how the conversation was going to go, so you snatched the towel from his hand and ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in. He just shook his head at you and continued with what he was doing.

Originally posted by rapmunstar


JIMIN

He watched as you moved in the rain. He stared at you in awe. His heart beat fast and his cheeks were slightly flushed. His breath caught in his throat. “Wow” was the only word that came out as he watched you jump around in the rain. Soon he realized that you could catch a fever, so he called you inside. “Jagi, why are you so cute?” he would ask you. “Why do you love torturing me?” Because you let me” you whispered in his ear. His face flushed even more red and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t just a little bit turned on.

Originally posted by minblush


TAEHYUNG

You were jumping around in the puddles slashing water everywhere. Taehyung joined in. You both laughed as you jumped around splashing water on each other by trying to jump the highest. He saw and stopped because his heart skipped a beat. He took out his phone and captured a photo of you. He stared at his phone while a smile graced his lips.“Tae what are you doing?” you asked. He shook his head and started chasing you around again as if nothing had happened. If only you knew how hard he was trying to make the butterflies go away.

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby


JUNGKOOK

Are you having fun?”he asked you. You might have been a little to happy because you slipped. He laughed as he saw you fall. You looked up at him and glared. He realized he was supposed to help you up. As he helped you up, you pulled him down with you. You both looked at each other and burst into laughter. He didn’t know what overcame him but he kissed you on the cheek. “You are too adorable” he pinched your cheeks. “I cant really believe I am dating a weirdo like you though” he teased again, earning a punch to the arm.

Originally posted by joeguk



Have a lovely day everyone :)

Love

Gia

anonymous asked:

Omg could i get rfa+saeran+v reaction to mc calling them drunk because mc is spending christmas all alone and is like "lol btw i love u lmaoooooo isnt that funny anyway this wine is really strong wow but i love u ahahahahha im so alone" (ALSO CONGARTS ON 404 FOLLOWERS AND HOPE U BOTH HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)

A/N: AAAAA THANK YOU! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! <3 HOPE EVERYONE HAS/HAD A GOOD DAY!!! IF NOT LEMME KNOW AND I’LL SEND YOU THE BIGGEST HUG AND THE SWEETEST WORDS I CAN MUSTER UP ~Admin 404

OMG THIS SOUNDS LIKE A SUPER COOL PROMPT THANK YOU NONNIE. I HOPE ALL YOU GUYS HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAVE SOME FUN TIMES WITH THE PEOPLE YOU’RE CLOSEST WITH <3 LOVE YOU (aggressivelydrunkoffloverightnowomg) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:

-He’s the one who called you!
-Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas again (not like he said it 50,000 other times today)
-He knew you were spending it alone and felt really bad about it!
-Offered to spend it with you but you insisted you were okay, and that he should go spend it with his family!
-Once you answered, he wished you Merry Christmas and listened for a little bit as you rambled off a thank you
-You sounded a little funny? You words kept slurring and he wasn’t sure what was wrong
-”Oh, no. No no. I’m not okay.”
-P A N I C
-”I’ve a little too much to drink tonight. I didn’t even realize I had that much? But hey, ya know, you’re rreeeaaaalllllllyyyyy cute. I’d love to let you show me that you’re really a man.”
-Stuttered out that he had to go and that he hopes you sleep soon, and blushed SO HARD for the rest of the night!!

*JUMIN:

-Jumin is actually really sad that you’re alone on Christmas
- he might have had a little too much wine as well
-You two were in the messenger for .5 seconds before you decided to just call him and talk
- totally not because you couldn’t see straight enough to type anymore
-”HEYA MR. TRUSTFUND KID, WASSSSSSUP”
-???? MC? What a weird greeting
-You asked him about his day, so he told you every detail. He started to trail off and talk about C&R’s stocks, when you suddenly interrupted him
-”Damn Jumin, you’re real cute. I just love you. Like, wow. How can I get you to love me like Elizabeth? Should I wear cat ears? *whispers to self* holy shit i should buy cat ears”
-He was shocked! Did you just drunkenly admit you love him?? He knew his feelings towards you, so all he did was respond with,
-”MC. I love you as well. I think you’re extremely fascinating. Now, what was that about cat ears?”

*SAEYOUNG:

-He understood that you wanted to be alone, he’s been the same way for years
-What he couldn’t understand, though, was why you kept texting him about aliens?
-Normally he’d just play along, because he sends you the same type of texts, but…
-The amount of rambling and typos makes him think you’re possibly drunk
-When you called him, he was excited to see what your drunken mind had to say to him
- afterall, sometimes drunken minds are the ones that’ll speak all of the truth
-He sat through all of your rambling about aliens and carols, but didn’t expect what you said next
-”Ya know, you’re such a dork. But you’re a great dork. I love you. I lllloooovvveee you. Hearts beating, hearts soaring, yeeeeaaaahhh!”
- Saeyoung.exe has stopped working. Please reboot. HE WAS AS RED AS HIS HAIR. AND YOUR GIGGLE AFTERWARDS? HE DIED. THEN AND THERE. RIP SAEYOUNG.
-”MC you…you’re just so cute. You’re going to kill me, do you know that?? Don’t worry, I have this recorded so I can replay it for you in the morning, when you forget~”

*SAERAN:

-Why did you want to be alone
-You have him now, just hang out with him
- MC I’M LONELY JUST FUCKING SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME
-Wants to treat you like a princess but nnnoooooooooo you gotta stay home alone
-Freaked out at the fact you haven’t texted him in a while??
-The moment he saw your name pop up on his phone, he answered it
-Before he got to talk though, he could hear you talking to yourself, slurring your words
-You realize he picked up the phone and you were so excited!! “SAERAAAAAAAAAAN~ Hhhhiiiiiiii~ I might have drank to much but that’s okay, but I gotta tell you something. I have a secret. *giggle* sshhh, listen,,,,,, I looooove you! Yes I do! I do I do! *giggle*”
-Honestly SUPER SHOCKED that you love him? And that you admitted it? Holy shit? Quickly regains his composure and fucking smirks this lil shit
-”Oh, do you? Go ahead, go on. You love me? I love you too. Now, tell me how you’d show me just how much you love me…” woah there saeran, woah, down boy, down

*ZEN

- he didn’t get why you wanted to be alone??
- This boy got you SO many gifts and he has to give it to you on Christmas Eve and not Christmas???
-MCwhyhaveyouhaveforsakenme
-Zenwhyisurhoeassalwayssodramatic

- His face lights up when you call, omfg he’s so excited and his chest feels fuzzy
- “RAT TAIL!!! You’re so handsome *hiccup*”
- he’s really shocked because when do you drink? You don’t even take a sip of wine at the RFA parties, wtfisthis
- waitwhathELLDOYOUMEANBYRATTAIL
- “MC…are you drunk?”
- “Nooo…well, only a little bit *giggle*, I’m drunk on my love for youuu~” MCtIdon’tthinkthat’showitssaidbuturdrunkoffurasssoit’sokay
- HE’S SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU THOUGH???
- THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE’S HEARD YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LOVING HIM
- youbetyoursweetassthisboyisgoingtothrowpartybecauseofthis
- “Princess, I know you won’t remember this, but I love you. I love all your quirks, mistakes, giggles, and stupid jokes. I love every single piece of you. I love all the bad times and good times ahead with you. I love you more than any obstacle that we’ll have to overcome. I just love you so much.”

*JAEHEE

- she didn’t really mind that you wanted to spend Christmas alone
- Jumin was probably going to make her work anyway hoeasstrustfundkidstophURTINGMYBAEHEE
- Luckily she got a day off but she felt so lonely without you!!!
- it’s okay though, she respects your privacy
- but when she hears your ring tone, she runs to her phone andtripsandknocksstuffoverontheway
- “Merry Chrismas!!! I bet you’d make a good Mrs. Claus…omg can you wear a mrs. claus themed outfit next year? *hiccup*  eVEN BETTER CAN YOU WEAR CHRISTMAS THEMED LINGERIE?
- omg the poor baehee is so flustered, first ur drunk and now you say this?? You’retryingtokillher
- “I don’t think that would be very appropriate, MC…”
- “Why noooot? My mom always told me when two people loved each other, they do a little…frick frack *giggle*”
-wowMCushouldwriteabookonhowtobeseductive
- “I mean your mom isn’t wrong, but-”
- W A I T
- you just said love
- oh my god you love her and she loves you

- “MC, I’m going to come over, is that alright?” sheneedstokissyouohmygod
- “Yeah~ Just don’t wear anything, you’re so pretty with nothing on~~~”
- omgMCurbadatthis

*V

- This poor soul is so lost when you say you want to spend Christmas alone
- he obviously respects your space, but this lil bby just wanted snuggles, Christmas movies, and hot chocolate
-MCyoureamonster
- he’s so excited when he hears your ringtone!!! Hahacausehecantseeurnameonthescreenimsowitty
- but when he answers he hears sobbing?
- W H A T
- he always knew you were a crying drunk buT IT WAS NEVER THIS BAD???
- “Hi V.. *sniffle* you know you’re cool right? Like you make my heart beat fast and i catch my breath when i look at you kind of cool? Because you’re really cool *sniffle* and it really hurts you know? *SOBBING* because I just love you so much and i know you’re terrified of a commitment like that again  and Rika was your sun and I can’t ever compare *moresobbing* And I just feel so bad because you had to go through all that pain and things never worked for you two because you just deserve the world V. You’re so precious and pure; you don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten”
- holy shit
- you’re in love with him???

- Oh man you’re right this boy is so terrified
- But he is sure of one thing
- He may be scared to love you right now, but he will NOT walk away from this
- “Listen MC. Never compare yourself to Rika, okay? But if you’re going to, I want you to know this. Yes, she was my sun, but you know what you are? You’re my moon. You shine so brightly that I can see my way out of the dark. You’re the one who guides me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever compare to what you mean to me. I may not be ready now, but I can say with certainty that one day, I will say “I love you”.”
-youtotallydidn’tgigglewhenhesaid”icanseemywayoutofthedark”

Rules and tips for dating a hockey player

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

High School Band AU: Ch 11

Are you guys dating?

Hmmm… let’s see…

He invited you to his house: Check!

He asked you to dress nicely: Check!

Surprisingly, you did (with Saeyoung as a consultant, but still…): Check!

You’ve met his dad: Check!

Well, according to the magazines in the salon of your uncle’s girlfriend, you are dating. But those magazines are weird, and… you’re not stupid, for Christ’s sake! No, you’re not dating, because the guy who invited you to his house is someone who almost doesn’t even look at you, and you’re pretty sure he had your name written on his hand in the first band rehearsals just so he wouldn’t forget. Yeah, that’s Jumin.

After V’s party that night, he gave you a ride (his driver did, actually). You were slightly drunk and don’t remember much on what you talked about, now you know it had something to do with you agreeing on going to his house the next day and helping him choose the songs for the winter festival, and that you had to dress nicely.

He probably mentioned that there would be a gathering promoted by his father, but you didn’t remember. It’s nothing like it would make you feel less surprised, because everything is so… friggin… fancy!

You’re so grateful you had the idea of calling Saeyoung for him to help you with an outfit, otherwise it would be a swing and a mss like… like your hideous sequin dress from V‘s party. Tsk… of course he would try to push you away with you wearing that! Nah, not really, it’s just easier to think he is that superficial rather than trying to understand what he was talking about, his mother, drums and… Saeran? No, your poor taste in fashion, actually. And you’re glad you’re on good terms to the point of him helping you look decent enough to be accepted in Jumin’s dad party.

Decent, but not less dislocated. Ugh… you’re almost missing the hipsters from V’s party, at least they were trying not to look pretentious, these people here don’t even try, they are straight up shoving the fanciness all over your poor face. However, if it makes you feel any better, the guy who invited you isn’t having the time of his life either.

“I hope you don’t mind having to stay a little longer, MC. I wish you could just have come and we could have discussed the songs, but my father insisted on me attending to this circus of horrors.” Wow! “It would be rude to send you away so sudden just so I could join this, that’s why I invited you.”

“Yes, I think you told me that last night.”

“Did I?”

“I… guess.” Hum, so you were both drunk last night.

“Well, I hope this doesn’t bother you too much.”

To be honest, you wouldn’t mind him kicking you out of there right after talking about the songs. Too bad he is actually a polite guy that would make you feel bad for declining his invitation.

“It’s fine. This must be fun.” Somehow, at some point, if you squint your eyes?

“I doubt it. These Sunday parties my father throws are the worst!”

“It’s not that bad. You want to know what my dad does on Sundays? He gets drunken watching baseball and we went to the hospital more than once after he hurt himself trying to do a home run with an imaginary bat.” He looks at you as you look around the yard crowded with people laughing.

“Okay, you won this one.” He clinks his glass of gin on yours, and you smile softly. “But don’t let yourself be fooled, this is terrible.”

“Why?”

“Ohhh, little Jumin, you’re so tall now, look at how much you’ve grown!” a woman shoves you subtly to stay by his side, hugging him. “Are you 18 already?” Oh god… where is she touching him? You look away, blushing. Should you give them some privacy or…

“I’m in high school, so is she.” He points at you. Oh, why is involving you in this… whatever is happening? “And we’re talking about high school matters, so if you’ll excuse us…” he surrounds your shoulder with his arm and walk you guys out of there.

“J-Jumin, I…”

“Jumin, my man! Don’t tell me you finally got a girlfriend! Isn’t she a little short, though?” a guy who looks a little older than him approaches the two of you.

“Or maybe you’re just too tall.” Ugh… you can’t even get started on how much you hate guys talking about girls as if they aren’t there, so you talk.

“I agree. Here, MC, let’s sit there.” He keeps guiding you, but somehow it feels like you’re a shield. Well, you can understand why, these people are so indiscreet and… rude. It’s not hard to see why he would use you as an excuse to stay away from them… and now you get why he invited you in the first place.

“I don’t think I won, Jumin.”

“We can call it a tie, then. Sundays are dreadful as they are.” He smiles lazily, which makes you feel really weird. What is this? Sympathy… for Jumin? “I should apologize for dragging you to this, I suppose.”

“Yeah… you should. But it’s fine, you shouldn’t endure this by yourself.”

“Thank you. V and Rika usually join me on these parties, maybe they will show up a little later“  Please, no. “So until then, thank you for bearing with me. I would propose a toast to you if you wouldn’t think it’s inappropriate.”

“I would accept it if I haven’t left my glass there with your cougar friend.” He laughs softly, so do you.

“That’s easy to fix.” He makes a gesture to a waiter, and… wait a minute, you know this waiter. It’s hard not to recognize him, how many waiters with a long silver hair could be here? “Bring her another ginger ale, please.”

“She can speak for herself, jerk! What can I get you, MC?”Zen smiles widely as he bows before you.

“A… ginger ale. “ As Jumin said… “What are you doing here, Zen?”

“Me? Oh, just a little gig to make some money to fix my bike. My friend set up for me, remember him? The guy from the club?”

“Yes, sure. I’m glad to see you here, Zen!” you smile genuinely. Yes, it’s been a while you don’t see him outside band rehearsals.

“Likewise, MC. Too bad I can’t say the same about him!” he glares quickly at Jumin, who just rolls his eyes. Can he be really rude to the host’s son? Hum… it doesn’t look like Jumin cares. “What about you, why are you here, MC?”

“Oh, Jumin and I were talking about possible songs for the festival, and I decided to stay.” Yeah, better avoiding a fight between them and making Zen get in trouble, so it’s easier saying you invited yourself.

“Oh… I didn’t know you were becoming friends.” Jeez… he sounds so judgmental…

“Yes, I even gave her a ride last night.” Oh god… is Jumin teasing him? Ugh… you’re getting a little tired of him using you as a shield, to be honest.

“Oh, here you are, son!” Jumin’s father joins you in your table, giving a quick glance at Zen. The way he promptly moves away telling he’ll bring your ginger ale in a minute makes you feel bad for him. “Are you having fun, young lady?”

“Yes. Thank you for having me here.” You’re becoming really good at lying these days, huh?

“My pleasure. Jumin doesn’t bring many female friends here, so I have to make sure she’s being well treated. So have manners with her, son.”

“Yes, father.” He nods coldly.

“Yes, make sure to introduce her to the band.”

“Band?”

“Oh, didn’t he tell you? We invited a jazz band to play for us today. They are amazing, young lady!”

“Nice. Can’t wait to hear them!” Okay, this one is genuine, though. You really like jazz.

And when the band starts playing, you end up liking it even more! They are beyond everything you’ve ever heard! The piano guy, the sax lady, and the singer! God, the singer makes you feel you got transported to America circa 1920s, it’s really amazing! You get completely enthralled to their performance you almost forget Jumin sitting beside you in the table when the band joins you, as Mr. Han requested. You feel like fangirling, but you do your best not to, since you didn’t even know them before today.

“We are used to more intimate shows, this one feels a little bigger, to be honest.” The sax lady explains.

“Yes, but this was great, Thank you for inviting us, Mr, Han.”

“My pleasure, I always like to invite talented artists, I have to say it’s mainly because I feel like educating my son here. Boy abandoned piano lessons to learn how to play the bass, can you believe it? He could play jazz like you, but no… he prefers lisening to… Meatball, or something like this.”

“Meatloaf.” You say, earning a glance from Jumin.

“Oh, but you can play bass in jazz too. We don’t have a bass player now, but a bass line can be really interesting.”

“Yeah, and a lot of bass players actually were a big influence on defining the genre. Ray Brown was as important as Charlie Parker doing the bebop.” You state, making all the eyes in the table go to you, you immediately blush.

“Do you like jazz?” the sax girl asks you. Shit! You should have stayed quiet when you had the chance.

“My mom did. Does. She likes jazz and I learned a lot from her.” Your mom isn’t dead, no need to talk about her in the past.

“That’s amazing! We don’t see a lot of young kids interested in jazz.” The singer says and smiles at you. You hold back a squeal when Jumin looks at you.

“Yes, girls at her age prefer those pop ladies. You know those ones who say they don’t want to be objectified, but objectify themselves in their lyrics.” Mr. Han says, laughing as he takes a sip of his champagne.

“I like these pop ladies as much as I like jazz, Mr. Han. Though I’m not really familiar with these lyrics where they objectify themselves. You’re probably a bigger fan than I am, then.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, young lady. It’s just is very surprising you would like such a refined genre as jazz and something so… so… vulgar like pop music.”

“Vulgar? That’s not a nice word, Mr. Han.”

“MC, please, he…” Jumin breathes heavily next to you.

“No, it isn’t vulgar. You know why so many girls at my age like pop? Because songs are catchy, fun, and it’s one of the few genres you have mostly women.”

“Like jazz used to be in the 1950s.” the sax girl says, agreeing with you. You would be cheering if you weren’t mad now.

“Yes! Jazz ladies sing about their feelings, relationships, men that hurt them. Pop women sing about having fun, enjoying themselves and there is room for heartbreak as well, why not? Sure they don’t need to be so sexy all the time, but instead of judging them, you should think this is part of what they do to make it in these businesses, that are still ruled by men.”

“Ah, and that is the problem, you see, these women could rule the business if they want, instead, they settle with being provocative because it will sell. Women are not hungry enough, young lady.”

“Yeah, because look at Kesha and what happens when they try to speak up and break this chain, Mr. Han.” Judging from his puzzled face, he has no idea of who is Kesha, of course he doesn’t. “And, not that it actually matters, but pop singers can be very renowned in the music business. Lady Gaga recorded a whole album with Tony Bennett, Beyoncé has some major influences on Blues, Ariana Grande made a duet with Stevie Wonder!”

“Oh, that song from that animation movie, right? It’s really good, it was nominated to the Golden Globes and all.” The piano guy says. “I would like to play that song one day.”

“Well, we can play right now. Do you know the lyrics?” the lady asks the singer.

“I do, but it’s a duet, I can’t sing Ariana Grande.”

“I can.” You say. “I mean, I can’t… I can’t really reach her, but I…” then you look at Jumin, who looks insanely uncomfortable with everything. “I think this song has a great bass line in the intro.” Then he looks at you, smiling softly, almost like he isn’t allowed to smile.

Once again, here you are facing a stage you shouldn’t get up on, but your big mouth didn’t care about. But this is different, you’re sharing the stage with professionals. And this audience doesn’t seem as receptive as the one in the gay bar, they know you don’t belong here. Even the jazz band must know that, this song is not even jazz technically.

But Jumin plays the bass intro, and now it’s too late to chicken out.

“See the girl with the diamonds in her shoes? She walks around like she’s got nothin’ to lose. Yeah, she’s a go-getter, she’s everybody’s type. She’s a queen of the city but she don’t believe the hype. She’s got her own elevation, holy motivation, so I wrote some letters out in big bold type” Shit, the guy is as good as Stevie Wonder himself. You’re so screwed!

And there you go: “See the boy with the Stevie Wonder swag? Ain’t got a clue all the magic that he has. He’s a go-getter, he’s everybody’s type, I'mma make it my mission, make him feel alright. He’s a twelve on a ten point, rockin’ out to his joint. Just say the word ‘cause I could sing all night”  You look at Jumin for a second, and he’s… smiling, smiling like he’s allowed to, he’s buying this, isn’t he?

“I got faith in you, honey. I got faith in you, girl. I met you, hallelujah” he even shares the mic with you when you lean your head slightly on his arm, and keeps looking at you as you walk back to keep the duet with the singer.

When you finish, the audience claps, but much more from politeness than from anything else. Right now, though, you don’t really care. You did a good job, you were having fun, and so was Jumin. Whew, what a relief! You were so sure he was mad at you for arguing with his father like that…

“You have nerves, young girl.” That’s all his father tells you when you get back to the table. “Now sit there and let’s eat.”

“Oh, it was about time. I’m starving!” you couldn’t really resist. Jumin rolls his eyes, smiling at you.

***

“This was so fun! You should totally go sing with us someday, MC! We usually play at a bar next to the road, going to the beach .” the sax girl tells you.

“I would love to.” You would, but you’re never daring yourself like this again. NEVER!

“You have style, my man.” The piano guy tells Jumin, rocking him slightly as he holds his shoulder. Jumin nods, a light shade of pink taints his cheeks. You have no idea this guy could blush! “And you are very talented, girl.”

“Yes, your mom was totally right about you.” The singer says, smiling. What?

“Do you know my mom?”

“She has a very intense voice, her gestures are very flamboyant sometimes, but there is a lot of drama in her voice.” Yes, that’s definitely her, or what you used to remember. “She’s in America now, guess she is working at one of those 60s cafes where waitresses sing.”

“Oh… I… I didn’t know.” You say quietly, it’s been a while you don’t think about her or what she is doing.

“She is happy. And she will be even happier when I tell her her daughter is growing to be a ver talented artist.”

“Don’t forget to mention ‘charismatic’” Jumin says, making you blush.

“I won’t. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you guys, we’re going now. Thank you for helping with the equipment.” Well, you really wanted to hang with them a little more.

Jumin and you watch as they get in the van, the singer waves at you thought the rearview mirror. The singer knows your mom, you’re so happy to hear about her after so long. You’re so happy you could…

“Why are you crying, MC?” he asks, leaning down with widen eyes.

“I’m not crying! Why would I be crying? Just because he’ll tell my mom I’m singing like her? Just because I don’t see her in almost three years? Just because I… I really miss her? I miss my mommy, Jumin!” you say the last part sobbing. “So much I don’t even mind saying ‘mommy’ and letting you see me cry! I just…”

You feel his arms wrapping you to bring you closer to his chest. Oh my… is Jumin Han hugging you? Is he comforting you?

“Now I’m not seeing you cry anymore.” You both chuckle, which makes you feel comfortable to hug him back.

When exactly did you feel comfortable enough to be this close to him? Was it because you sang together? Was it because you understood why he can be so… dense sometimes? He has a complicated family as well, he knows what you’re feeling right now. Could it be that Jumin Han has sympathy for you?

And, most importantly: is this the same guy who threatened Zen? No, it can’t be. You can’t believe it! And when you look over your shoulder, incredulity looks back at you through scarlet eyes. Zen doesn’t believe in what’s happening right now either.


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theatergeekpercyjackson  asked:

For the 5 ficlet, how about percabeth and the five times one of them tries getting a pet?

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Percy was six years old when his mother took him to the aquarium for the first time. Sally and Gabe had gotten married a few months ago and things at home hadn’t gone the way she planned, but she finally managed to save enough money to take Percy out to a nice place.

Percy was more than happy to visit the aquarium, even though he wasn’t sure why he was hearing voices calling him “Lord”. When he told Sally, she just laughed and told him to find his favorite exhibit, Percy didn’t see the worry on his mother’s face.

Percy loved the aquarium, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy—well, a time when his mother’s cooking wasn’t involved. They stayed there from opening time until closing, enjoying each other’s company and feeling happy to be together, away from Gabe.

“Can we buy a fish?” Percy said when they were walking back home.

“I don’t think right now is the best time to get a pet,” Sally said, holding his hand a little bit tighter.

“I can take care of it, mom!” Percy replied. “Please! I can buy the food with my allowance!”

“Gabe won’t allow it sweetie, but I promise you, one day I’ll get you a pet,” Sally said.

“But mom!”

“I’m really sorry baby, I truly am.” Sally couldn’t look  Percy in the eyes; she didn’t want to see the sadness in them. “But maybe I can bake you some cookies?”

“Can I help?”  

Sally laughed. “Of course you can! You’re my little assistant after all!”

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anonymous asked:

pool day w/ RFA +V&Saeran?? group HC??? orrrrr

Hey Hi Anon!~ Sorry for the late responses! We’ve got a lot haha

This is such a fun request! I’m glad we get the chance to write this out!

The style of writing will be a little different so bear with me!


RFA+V+SAERAN: POOL DAYYY

  • Saeyoung is definitely the one bringing all the pool floaties. He can’t help it, the unicorn one is his favorite.
  • Yoosung is in the corner under and umbrella, slathering on sunscreen. 
  • You look around and notice Saeran, standing behind his older twin, getting ready to push him into the pool. You do nothing, as you know this is about to get hilarious.
  • SPLASH
  • The twins are now chasing each other, and Jumin yells at them not to run at the poolside. 
  • While you’re setting up your little area, Jaehee is handing out water and a few snacks for later. V is such a diligent helper, he distributes the towels and sunblock.
  • The pool is reserved just for you guys because Jumin knows how to pull some strings.
  • “Wow, you are so ripped! Teach me your secrets!” You hear Yoosung say.
  • Zen, proudly, of course: “Well, it’s simple haha, I ju-”
  • “No not you! Him!” Yoosung cuts off Zen, pointing straight at Jumin.
  • Zen is offended and hurt. “HOW?? YOU NEVER LEAVE YOUR OFFICE!”
  • Zen yells at Jumin, while Jumin calmly explains about his personal trainer and nutritionist, saying how he needs to have the utmost health.
  • You laugh at them, and proceed to take off your coverup, to reveal your swimsuit, as you’ve been so eager to swim!
  • Yoosung’s nose bleeds, Zen must turn away bc the beast, Jumin studies you, and Saeyoung+Saeran both kinda just… combust.
  • V is calm and collected, offering you his hand as you both enter the perfectly temperatured pool.
  • Jaehee set up camp with her umbrella, sunblock on, reading a magazine. 
  • The RFA Boys+Saeran all just stare at V, wondering how he’s so calm around you. 
  • You’re just? So? Hot?
  • You go underwater a bit, to wet your hair and when you resurface, you get sprayed with water in the face!
  • “SAEYOUNG, PUT THE WATER GUN DOWN BEFORE I GET MY REVENGE”
  • He runs.
  • You equip yourself with two water guns, and chase him.
  • Somehow, he manages to make you the target, after a while of you spraying him.
  • He’s about to shoot. 
  • “NOOOOOO” Yoosung yells, jumping across you and taking the spray, falling right into the pool.
  • His head resurfaces, saying “kiiicckkkk hiiissss assssss”
  • And you do 
  • God Seven doesn’t make it 
  • Meanwhile, Zen has started up a barbecue. 
  • Jaehee, Jumin, and V are all sitting at the table, smiling and laughing and having a great time, which relieves you. 
  • Zen talks about how he’s glad they’re at a pool, bc no cats. Cats hate water.
  • Jumin gets some weird idea about life jackets for cats. New Project
  • Rip Jaehee       
  • You sit at the edge of the pool, kicking in the water. Saeran comes and sits next to you. His guard is down.
  • He thanks you for inviting him to the pool day with everyone, despite what he did.
  • No bad blood~
  • He says he’s having fun! 
  • “You’re amazing for setting all this up. Everyone’s enjoying themselves. You’re the best.” I love sweet, vulnerable Saeran
  • You two hug, and he asks you to join him in pranking Saeyoung.
  • YOU SAY YES, YOU’RE SO EVIL.
  • Saeyoung is knocked out on a pool floatie on the grass. You two slide him into the pool, and towards the little waterfall. Once he goes under the waterfall, he flails around, and falls into the water. 
  • A violent pranking war has begun! And EVERYONE is in on it.
  • After hours of poolside fun, you all decide to head back home.
  • Everyone was smiling. 
  • From the cat projects, to the water gun fight, to the prank war, you all have memories to share. 
  • RFA really is family~


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High School Band AU: Chapter Two

There you go, fellas! Time to meet the band buddies! I’li be back with some scenarios a little later! See ya ;)


Okay, if anybody ever asked you how you would imagine spending your Saturday afternoon, the last thing you could ever think would be having a sack over your head on this very hot room. Where are you? In a basement?

“Fellow members, we are assembled here today to confer the honor of initiation upon MC. May her voice guide us through a victory without precedents in Daykey High School’s history. May her talent and charisma lead us to a journey of paying gigs, whether in money or in coupons from the donut store.”

“Or in tepid beer.”

“Thank you, fellow member Zen. Let your wishes be granted as well. Now, may the chosen one step forward.”

Oh… is he… is he talking about you? You step on what you think it’s forward.

“Oh, chosen one, let your voice be heard!”

“I… don’t really know what you want me to say.” Your voice is muffled.

“Saeyoung, I think we got it. Just take this out of her face before she asphyxiates.” The only female voice besides yours speaks.

“But… she didn’t even drink the blood!” Saeyoung whines.

Now you know this initiation ritual apparently was Saeyoung’s idea, you’re worried about having to drink actual blood. Who knows? That guy felt a little crazy, finding you behind the curtains like a sniffer dog looking for drugs, and talking about biting you… yeah, you know it was a joke, but… who knows? The guy is weird…

“B-blood?” you take the sack out of your head.

“No! You can’t take it off before Jumin makes your welcoming official.” Saeyoung whines dramatically.

“She’s welcome, just get rid of the sack.”

“Ah, you’re no fun! Here, just drink the blood. Don’t worry, it’s wine. Actually, don’t worry, it’s grape juice. Yoosung couldn’t buy the wine.”

“I told you to send Zen.”

“Yeah, yeah, lesson learned… so hey! Welcome, MC! Are you excited to be joining us?”

“I was excited when you texted me, then you put this sack over my head and basically kidnapped me, and I’m not excited anymore.” You hear some chuckles from Zen and… Jumin? The intimidating brunette just laughed of your little joke?

“Too bad, you should be excited about joining the jewel in the crown of Daykey High School! The amazing band Mystic Messenger!” yeah, you didn’t get used to the name yet…

“It’s pretty cool, indeed. I hope you can forgive Saeyoung’s methods and enjoy where you find yourself right now, MC.” Zen says, it’s the first time he sounds serious and not like trying to desperately say something flirty… it’s pretty comforting.

“Thank you… I… honestly thought you would never want to see my face after the way I behaved. It was childish…”

“Don’t forget foolish.” Jumin adds.

“And kinda of overdramatic.” That coming from the guy who was talking about drinking blood for a initiation ritual a minute ago?

“Yes… it was a bitchy behavior. And I apologize to you all, but mainly to you, Jumin and…” you look around trying to find the other twin, but he isn’t here.

“I’ll forgive you when we win the festival.” Jumin says bluntly. Uhm… he is still pretty mad, isn’t he? So why did he even agree on you joining the band?

“The festival?” you ask curiously.

“Yes, the winter festival for high school bands! It’s so cool!” What’s the blonde’s name again? It was a pretty name… Y-Yoosung, right? Yoosung seems to be the type who gets super excited easily, usually people like this annoy you, but he also seems so sweet, totally the boy next door, and definitely not annoying at all.

“We participated last year and placed second, but things were a little different, we had a different vocalist and a different bass player.” Jaehee explains. Oh yes… V was the bass player and created the band. Which one here plays the bass now? If you had to guess… Jumin?

“And you’re counting on me to win this year?”

“Basically, yes.”

Wow, it hits you like a rock. This group of people is really betting on you to get for them something they let slip away before… they… trust you. And they don’t even know you that well… when was the last time somebody hand you something so important and meaningful? No, actually, did this ever happen before?

“But no need to feel pressured, sweetheart. We still have time to rehearse and get you ready. If you ever feel burdened, come to me, okay?” hum, the Zen’s flirty tone is back again… or maybe he’s just like this and doesn’t even notice some people can really take him seriously… are you taking him seriously?

“Yes, if she’s burdened, the first thing she would need is your constant urge to make a move on freshman girls.” A-ha! Jumin is thinking the same as you, he just puts it on a more intellectual way. By the way… why does he talk so formal? It’s funny…

“Ahem. Anyway, MC, just know we’re not waiting for you to just get up on that stage and slay, you’re talented, but you also need practice, we all do. And we will practice and walk through this together. “ Ah… Jaehee, you thought she was one of those really mean ice lady like girls, but… she’s super nice. What instrument does she play?

“Well, I’m not worried.” Yes, you are. “Progress, not perfection.”

“This sounds like an AA mantra…” Saeyoung teases you.

“Well, Saeyoung, the first step is admitting you have a problem, yours is making nonsense jokes about alcoholism.” He widens his eyes, uh oh… is a comeback coming? Wait for it…

“Yes, you’re right. Alcoholism isn’t funny.” He scratches the back of his head, visibly considering what you said. Uhm… maybe he isn’t as impossible as you thought.

“Alright then. She’s officially in…”

“She’s not, she didn’t drink the blood.” Saeyoung says, going back to what you know him for.

“I don’t give a damn about the blood. Anyways, welcome, MC. We’re glad to have you here, well, not exactly here in Yoosung’s basement, but we’re happy to have a new and promising vocalist.” Jumin says and smiles softly. Oh… he knows how to smile! Would you look at that!

“Thank you. I’ll do my best, I mean it.” Yes, you do.

“Oh, no sarcasm this time? That’s a good start… progress, not perfection, right?” what’s with Jumin and his sudden change to a nice guy? “Okay, late introductions, I’m Jumin Han, the current bass player.” You knew it!

“You already know me, right?” Yes, Zen… we all do… “I’m Hyun, call me Zen, I play the electric guitar, but I can also sing. I hope I get to do all the duets I couldn’t do with you in the musical theater club.” Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Shit, you’re blushing.

“Yoosung, keyboards.” It suits him… so that means he also plays piano? How cute… you woul like to watch him playing piano one day…

“Saeyoung, your DJ, costume designer, make-up artist, lighting guy and roadie at your service, my lady.” Wow, he surely does a lot! Wait… costume designer? Shit! Your mind doesn’t even want to go to the places where you could think what kind of outfit this guys is thinking for you… lord protect you.

“You’re pretty versatile, that’s cool.” But he’s nice, and he seemed uncomfortable about that alcoholism thing, enough fighting with these people… so you compliment him, giving your most genuine smile, and now he’s the one to blush… cute.

“Yes, the only thing he doesn’t do is actually play an instrument.” Oh, this voice… Saeran comes down the basement’s stairs. He decided to join you, after all. Was he waiting for a good cue to make an entrance? You giggle with this possibility.

“Well, you know what they say, bro, one brother has the musical talent, the other one has the looks, and the brains, and the mojo with the ladies.” Saeyoung grabs your hand and plants a kiss on it. Okay… you weren’t expecting that, that felt more like a Zen’s move.

Saeran scoffs. “Then you’re wasting your mojo, she’s not a lady.” He glares at you and grins. Jerk!

“And you probably don’t have the musical talent.” You answer. Yeah, remember that thing about stop fighting with these people? Forget it, this guy really gets to your nerves!

“Wanna bet? I’ll make you a fan for my drum solos before you even notice.” Okay, so he’s the drummer.

“I’ll be too busy in the spotlight, but it will be fun to watch you try.” He scoffs and grins, did you two just set a challenge?

“Ohohoho, so much tension!This is starting to feel like a real band! I can’t wait for our E! documentary.” You laugh at Saeyoung’s joke. It’s good that he’s trying to light the mood between his brother and you.

“Wait, what about you, Jaehee?” you remember her, she’s been so quiet…

“I… I don’t play anything. I’m the manager.” Oh… interesting, and kinda disappointing, you were rooting for her to be the drummer… she looks so cool and easy-going, so it made sense in your head. But the drummer is the little prick called Saeran… ugh. “So I hope I get to manage you in the best way possible, MC.”

“Thank you. I look forward for it too.” Again, you try to be genuine and not sarcastic, she doesn’t deserve it.

“So everybody is formally introduced. Can we please get out of the basement now?” Jaehee asks, and they all oblige. Forget Jumin, she’s the real leader, she probably didn’t realize that yet…

You get out of Yooung’s basement, he wanted you all to say for dinner, but everybody has to go. Well, you would really like to stay, the food smells good, what are you having for dinner? Maybe your father bought some takeout? Yes, probably… like he does on every Saturdays.

You’re saying goodbye to Yoosung and the twins (just to Saeyoung, you’re basically ignoring Saeran’s presence)

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you home?” Saeyoung asks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, but text me when you get home, okay? It’s dangerous for a girl to be walking around by herself…” he sounds adorably serious.

“I’m sure a thug would be more in trouble if he met her on a dark alley.” Saeran says, without looking at you.

“I see you’re still not getting laid, Saeran. I hope you find some comfort on a dark alley one day.”

No comeback? Okay. The twins aren’t really inspired today, apparently.

“Anyway. Bye guys!” you turn your back on them and start walking. You know this neighborhood, your uncle’s girlfriend lives a few streets near. You can take a bus in the end of the street, or maybe you can just walk. It’s a peaceful neighborhood.

That’s what you were thinking before this guy in a motorcycle made a u turn and stopped in front of you. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was looking at you… SHIT!

Think, can you run? Can you scream for help? Where is your phone? Maybe you can discreetly dial the police number? They wouldn’t get here in time… screaming seems stupid, so… run?

You back away, run! Why aren’t you running, stupid? Is this what being paralyzed in fear looks like? Shit! Your legs feel weak…

“Hop on. We’re going for a ride!” that’s what he probably says as his voice is muffled due to the helmet, also, it sounds creepy enough to his image right now.

“I- I have pepper spray!” Here… somewhere… ugh! You hate to admit your father was right about letting the pepper spray accessible at any situation.

“Pepper spray? Oh, wait… MC, don’t…”

“How do you know my name?” a stalker? How did you even get one?

“MC! It’s me!” he takes his helmet off. Oh… it’s just Zen. And he looks… pretty sexy. Hold on! Weren’t you shitting yourself in fear a minute ago?

“Shit, Zen! You scared the shit out of me!” Stop saying shit!

“Sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to. Come on… I’ll give you a ride to your house.”

“Do you know where I live?” okay, so maybe you do have a stalker.

“Uhm… no? I was hoping you would tell me?” Of course, stupid! Now he thinks you’re a paranoid little crazyhead.

“I… do you have a license?”

“You don’t have to be scared, I’ll go slow if you want to.” He didn’t answer the question… but hey, you got lucky once, will you really risk yourself walking alone again?

“Fine.” You go to him, and he hands you a pink helmet. You’re definitely not the first girl taking a ride, huh? “But you don’t really need to be slow, I… I’m not scared.”

He smiles widely. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Again, this was not what you expected for your Saturday afternoon, it ended up a little better than you could ever imagine.


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