#and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know

[dark-and-kawaii]

Thank you for writing such good breeding kink. 🫡 This war needs good soldiers like you. Raphael and Haarlep breeding is my actual kryptonite.

Bred By The Incubus & Devil

-Separate Stories-

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael x f!Tav/Reader

18+

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: You are so so so welcome!!! Thank you for the love and support you beautiful babe!!! I’m happy to provide!! And because we are both weak when it comes to Raphael & Haarlep breeding I wish to bestow this gift to you!!! xoxo have a beautiful day/night!!! I hope you enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Creampie | Breeding | Lactation | Pregnancy | Possessive

⋆˙⟡♡ Raphael ♡⟡˙⋆

“Mmmm, Raphael?” You whispered, “My devil, I’m achy again.”

Your pregnancy was the result of his desire, his deliberate act of claiming you, breeding you until your form swelled with the successor he sired. The early arrival of your milk, too, unfolded by his command, for he would lavish attention upon you, coaxing the initial droplets into constant flows that ensured your thoughts were filled only with him, marking you unmistakably as his own.

Your hand drifted to one of your hard nipples, your breast so swollen it was already starting to leak. You whimpered quietly to yourself before nudging Raphael softly, “my king~” and he began to stir. You bit your lip while watching him, his hair disheveled, his brows furrowed, he was so beautiful like this, and it was a sight only for your eyes.

You leaned into his warmth, pressing a kiss against his collarbone and then the base of his neck, his scent so thick here. Your hips rocked slightly against his thigh, your heat slickening his leg. 

You knew his cock was already hard, ever since you had given him the crown the thing always seemed to be hard when you were near him. It was like an unspoken instinct for him to fill you up with his seed, to make you round and fat with his child.

“Always such an eager little pup,” he teased, his voice still heavy with sleep. He moved without hurry, his movements precise and practiced as he pulled you on top of him, the way he liked you best.

It wasn't long before he was deep inside of you, filling you completely. You were still a little tight, but with your pregnancy and constant fucking, your body was quickly becoming accustomed to the intrusion.

You rocked back and forth, rolling your hips just the way he liked, the way that drove him absolutely wild. You gasped and moaned, his hand gripping your hips so tight they would certainly bruise later.

“Such an obedient mortal,” he said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered softly, his praise making you gush.

“Do you wish to cum, pup?” He asked, his voice teasingly soft.

You nodded, your hips never stopping their steady rhythm, “Ye-yes my l-love~ b-but my breasts~♡“ you panted and moaned.

He grinned, his smile devilish, “Please articulate your desires with grace. Should your request be presented with courtesy, I may be inclined to fulfill it, little mouse.”

You flushed a deep shade of red, the nickname he gave you only adding to the effect, his words were like fire on your skin, you could never get enough of them.

You took a breath, steadying yourself, before finally speaking, the words falling from your lips in a sweet song, like honey, “I- I wish for you to relieve me, my Archdevil~. I wish for you to taste the fruit of your labor, and drain the nectar from my breasts~.” Your cheeks were a deep red, embarrassed by the things he made you say.

Raphael smiled, he loved the way you submitted to him, the way you obeyed, the way you said what he wanted you to say. You were so perfect, so beautiful, and it was his will that you would remain by his side for eternity, his precious little mouse.

He had chosen you, after all.

He could have anyone, yet he chose you. Such a gift was not one to be taken lightly.

“Very well,” is all he said before you felt his tongue upon you, the flat of it gliding against the swollen skin, before his lips enclosed around the pert little bud. You moaned and writhed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your hips moving erratically. The feeling of instant relief and ecstasy overwhelming you. 

It was a taste Raphael would never grow tired of.

You tasted sweeter than the sweetest wine, better than any of the delicacies the world had to offer. His tongue swirled around your nipple, his mind drifting to the thoughts of impregnating you again after this child was born. Would you let him? You had no choice in the matter, he would take what he pleased, as he was entitled to do.

You were his and his alone.

You were his Queen.

His little mortal.

His precious, precious little mouse.

⋆˙⟡♡ Haarlep ♡⟡˙⋆

With Haarlep now accompanying you in Baldur's Gate, their presence by your side in public spaces became constant. The sight of strangers eyeing you as if you were available incensed them deeply. You belonged to Haarlep, solely theirs, and they were determined to make that clear to everyone in the city. If demonstrating their exclusive claim over you was what it took to deter prying eyes, then that was precisely what Haarlep would do...

Haarlep was relentless. 

“Beg, little dove-" they hiss, hauling your legs up so easily to your chest, “beg to be filled yet again~”

“Hgh~ Haarlep! P-pleeeease~ ♡” you whined, tears rolling down your cheeks. The stretch was always unbearable at first but gods did it feel good once you grew accustomed to it.

The strong grip they had on you was definitely enough to bruise where their fingertips dug into your soft flesh, “Nhh’~ M-more, please~ F-fill me with your thick, hot cum~ ♡ P-please, I need it~ I wan’ it- Hhhngh~"

"They stare at you with such hunger-," his thick thighs heavy on your body, “but their precious savior belongs to an incubus,” Haarlep smirked, “a vile creation that feeds off of her soul and pleasure-“ another snap of their hips, “Would they still stare at you with such preying eyes if they knew what was about to be growing within you I wonder~”

Your eyes widen, a fresh wave of arousal and excitement washing over you. 

"I'll make sure the whole city knows whose precious hole this is," the incubus hissed, a low chuckle in their throat, “that their hero was defiled by a fiend, impregnated by a creature of the Abyss~ How delicious indeed~”

In all truth, there's so much of Haarlep’s cum in you already, that you were probably bloated by now- at least you felt like you were. Haarlep had never been inclined towards gentleness, only on rare occasions… This was not one of those rare moments. This was about their sense of ownership over you, and it had escalated to unprecedented levels… Especially after watching a halfling man eyeing you for far too long for their liking… 

Your little whines are enough to provoke a growl from the creature, sliding their stupidly large cock back into you, their thick body heavy against yours, “You are mine, my little dove~ Solely my hands have the right to claim you in such a manner, only I can elicit those cries of my name from you, hm?"

"M’yours~ All y-yours~" your hands reach out, gripping onto their biceps, trying to hold onto anything, trying to ground yourself.

Your body was shaking, the feeling of your cervix relentlessly fucked made you a whimpering mess, the only word you knew was their name, and even that was a struggle.

Your walls clench and cling to their thick, long cock when they pull back out before pushing in again, much faster, fucking their last load of cum into you again. The ring of cream around their cock and the wet, sloppy sound of their hips meeting yours was a filthy symphony.

Haarlep chuckled darkly, “You will look so radiant while bearing my offspring~"

It was a fantasy of yours, one you had only recently brought up with the creature .

"Hah- ah~ ♡!!” 

It was all so perfect. 

The sloppy sounds of your cunny being destroyed by an incubus, their threat- no, their promise to fill you with their  hot seed until you were swollen with their child- children, your body covered in sweat, tears, and bruises. It was the life you wanted, the life you craved after bringing them back with you.

"I want all the devils of the nine hells and all the mortals in this realm to know just who you belong to!”

They noticed how your eyes fluttered back at the mere idea of bearing their child. It was a fresh fantasy Haarlep harbored and was eager to realize… 

And so they did.

Again.

And again.

Three children later, your beauty and suitability for the incubus remained as impeccable as when they first made you theirs. Your abdomen, once again enlarged with another child they had sown within you, didn't diminish your allure.

Haarlep, with a smile at the vision of your curved abdomen, declared, “I will ensure that you always remember who reigns over you~”

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #haarlep #tav #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #haarlep x tav #raphael x reader #haarlep x reader #bg3 smut

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

for kinktober! 31 & 4 for remus x fem reader please?

love this request 💛 hope you enjoy!

word count: 1k (MDNI!)

4: morning sex   31: thigh riding 

Warmth. And a slight heaviness. These are your first sensations upon waking, and it takes you only a moment to attach them to their source: a sleeping Remus wrapped around you.

You can tell by the colour of the light streaming through the sides of the curtains that you have to be up soon.  

Enjoying what time you have, you push yourself back further into him, loving being his little spoon. Your shifting weight seems to stir him because you feel him move with you, and a second later you feel his nose nuzzle the back of your neck. 

“Morning, lovely,” he whispers hoarsely. 

“Morning,” you reply sweetly. 

He kisses your neck where his face is, close to your ear, and you squirm a bit at the delightful tickle. The movement draws your attention further down behind you: Remus’s morning wood, hard and ready. You giggle and grind your arse teasingly into him.

“Mmmmm, no fair, sweetheart,” he complains. 

“What?” you fake innocence. 

“Very funny.” Another kiss. “C’mere.” Pulling your hip, he turns you around in his arms so you’re turning to face him. Face to face, you nudge his nose with yours. 

“Hi,” you whisper. 

Grinning, he says, “How can you be so bloody beautiful?” 

“Whatever,” you blush, hiding your face in his neck. You feel him chuckle and kiss the top of your head, his hand coming to your hair. 

His other hand, still on your hip, sneaks under the hem of your shirt, caressing your bare skin in soft circles. 

You’re in bliss and hate that you have to get up so soon. You wish you could lay in bed with him for hours.

“Remus,” you whisper, pulling back so your faces are a breath away from each other. 

“Hm, lovely?” he whispers back, running his nose along yours, scanning your features deliberately with adoring eyes. 

“I love waking up to you,” you confide like it’s a secret. 

The already warm honey of his eyes looks like its melting at your words. 

“Sweetheart,” he starts, like you’ve just told him the kindest thing of your lives. You thought it was pretty obvious. 

“I don’t think it can ever get old,” you continue, melting into the moment. 

He’s beaming softly at you. 

“I love you,” he tells you simply. He kisses you gently, lazily, but lingering longingly on your lips. “I get to wake up to my world in my arms.”

You look into his eyes for a heavy moment, letting his words dance into your heart. Then you bring his face back to yours, kissing him slow and hard. 

He moans into your mouth, finds your rhythm, follows it a while, then accelerates it. It’s a passionate softness now. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you again. He brings your chest completely flush with his and rotates a bit so that you’re half on top of him. You bring your leg between his and shift to be completely on top of him. 

One of his thighs is between yours, and you’re squeezing all of him close in your drowsy pleasure. He shifts his weight to hold you tightly, and the movement of his thigh against your heat draws a heavy sigh from your mouth where it’s still connected with his. 

He pulls back enough to watch your face as he does it again, on purpose this time. You whimper. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” His voice is noticeably lower than last time he spoke. With your eyebrows scrunching and your lips parted, you nod.

He brings his large hands down your body, groping your arse and using their new position to push you against his leg in time with its next thrust. 

Remus adores the sounds you make in reaction, but not enough not to muffle them by harshly bringing your mouths back together. His lips press against yours; his tongue asks yours to dance as he continues rubbing you against himself. 

You can feel how wet you’re getting at the pressure, feel the warmth and throbbing building between your legs. 

Remus picks up his pace slightly, massaging your arse, devouring your moans all the while. 

So far, he’s very much been leading, but when he whispers gruffly into your ear, “Ride me, baby; make yourself feel good for me,” and starts mouthing your neck as he holds you close, your hips instinctively obey. 

You grind yourself back and forth on his thigh, the friction addictive, each warm rush urging you to do it again, harder. You bare your neck to him and hold yourself up on his shoulders for better leverage. You begin riding him in earnest, your breath panting and your bed creaking. 

“Remus,” you hiss, as you grip him close and push yourself against him over and over. He nods and keeps kissing you ardently as he moves his leg to your rhythm. 

“‘M gonna…” you whisper, your mouth falling agape, your eyes squeezing shut. He grips you tighter, moves faster. “Reeem,” you whimper his name. 

Another electric second and you’re coming on top of him, the pleasure coming like huge waves crashing slowly and steadily on soft, wet sand. 

The sounds escaping your open mouth are strangled and euphoric. You ride through another crest, and another, then you slow, still grinding but languidly now. 

Your whole body trembles on top of his, and Remus chuckles, squeezes you, and kisses the top of your head repeatedly once you collapse on his chest. 

You lie in bliss till your breathing evens out, but it’s startled again by the loud alarm ringing on your bedside. 

“Shit.” You reach and turn it off without leaving your mount. 

Remus sits up now, his arms still around your waist as you straddle him. 

“Sorry we didn’t…” you start, palming the prominent bulge in his pants. He tsks and kisses you before you can finish your thought. Your arms come around his neck, and you hold him close and play with his hair as you kiss. 

“Watching your face when you come is a high on its own,” he smiles. He gives you another quick peck then adds cheekily, “And there’s always later to look forward to.” Another kiss against your laughing lips before you both scramble out of the sheets toward a bright new day. 

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #marauder x reader #marauders #marauders fanfic #kinktober2023

[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: I can’t sleep, I miss Eddie, and we still going through it, babes… So I channeled it into this. Love y’all, and thank you for making my dark days brighter ❤️

Warnings: Hurt that ends in comfort, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, fluff, depression, anxiety, mentions of past trauma/injury (Eddie’s wounds), & mental illness (reader has bipolar disorder).

The noise is soft, quiet enough that you can hear it if you lay to listen for a few seconds. Then it raises in octaves, a few clatters and curses. And despite the haze of your mood, a brief bit of fog dissipates, pinching your brow into an amused raise.

“Shit, fuckin’… slap my ass and call me your whore.”

You cover your mouth with a snort, as your fuzzy sock clad feet touch hardwood, and you make your way into the night light lit hallway. There’s a buttery glow from your kitchen that spills out around the corner, giving you a perfect view of your overly theatrical friend — Eddie Munson, as you come into the eye-line. He’s clad in a black t-shirt and whitewash jeans, his pizza decorated socks covering his own feet. His curls are damp, bordering on drying, and he hums a rhythm as you watch him flip a golden shaped object with your Goodwill gifted spatula. You perch yourself against the paneled wall, a warmth stirring in your belly.

He’s had to have used your spare key, and now he’s here before it’s barely even daylight — making something in your kitchen? First off, he wakes up this early? And second, he can cook?

That’s what leaves your mouth, following a series of scolding laughters when he’s clearly startled and drops the utensil on the stove. His rings clink together as he pinches his shirt collar, and you want to apologize, an instant guilt brimming you at surprising him like this. After everything that happened a few months ago, you really should’ve thought your entrance through (despite this being your own home). Eddie tuts, a smirk suddenly finding him amongst his Bambi eyed mirth.

“You scared the shit out of me, kiddo. Thought you were another hoard of bats coming for my other nipple.” He snatches up the utensil and flips it Steve Harrington style, calming your sudden anxiety, and easing your guilt.

You make your way over beside him, bare hip resting against the kitchen counter. He smiles softly, pouring in (what you now see is pancake batter) more of the mixture, flashing a wink your way. You look so fucking perfect and soft, just in socks, panties, and your oversized shirt with stars and crescent moon prints scattered about on it. He’s used to seeing this on you, but it never gets old. When you nursed him back to health after he was released from the hospital, you both grew a lot closer, having been mere acquaintances beforehand.

Changing his dressings, soothing his nightmares, helping him in and out of the shower — you took care of him in ways Eddie never knew existed. You were fearless, you were brave, you were funny, you were smart, you were beautiful and sexy, and as Nancy Wheeler had put it — he was totally fucking in love with you, like old classic — tickle your belly and balls type of romance movies. Once he had reluctantly left to return to the trailer with his uncle to repair the damage, he found that his desire to be near you had increased. And all was going well, until you started staying away from everyone, your voice languid and breathless when he’d call. He was worried it was your own processing of things that occurred, even if you’d been through it a few more years than he had, but Wheeler came through again with her knowing.

You were dealing with something that Eddie recognized as ‘manic depression’. He’d heard about it, seen it printed on the pamphlets in the nurse and guidance counselor’s office. Bipolar disorder. Nancy had explained (with the help of Steve) that you get like this sometimes, that it almost always follows your elevated periods of elated euphoria. Combine that with everything else that happened to you — Eddie immediately went into protective care mode.

He’d gotten up, showered, dressed, and phoned Harrington since he wasn’t able to drive yet. Steve came without question, especially fast on his way when Eddie mentioned the errands were for you. Both boys had gone to the local fabric shop, purchased the curtain and rod, tripped to the grocery store, and Steve had dropped Eddie off. He used his spare key and got to work on his speciality: chocolate chip flapjacks. He intended on surprising you with them, maybe waiting until he thought you were awake.

He didn’t mean to startle you, nor upset you. He’s quick to ease and relax, joking with you, praying you’re not mad that he’s here, invading you, your space, and whatever you’re going through.

Eddie flips the last cake, sprinkling in a few chips, and he’s flashing a cheshire grin, one that fades to a crooked tilt of his lips. “M’ sorry… I didn’t mean to, sort of… break in here? I planned on waiting — shit, that sounds creepy. No, I just wanted to have this ready for you… whenever you might, maybe want to have it?”

You cause his heart to swell ten times in size when you smile and reach up to push a lock of his curls off his forehead. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You’ve put an old movie on TV as you devour the fluffy, butter and syrup covered mountains. Whatever Happened To Baby Jane. Like you, Eddie is comforted by classic horror films, and can easily fall asleep to the controlled atmosphere they contain. When forks clatter against floral printed ceramic, and you take Eddie’s plate, deciding to forgo the dishes, he makes a beeline for the remaining bag, showing you the other items. You nearly cry on the spot, emotions circulating that you aren’t prepared to deal with today.

Turning off the living room television, you follow Eddie into your bedroom and help as he mounts the new rod and hangs your blackout bedroom curtains. And you… maybe sneak a few looks at the way his shirt rides up and his jeans tighten across his ass. It doesn’t take long before he’s got them secured, first breaks of dawn light spilling in through your blinds and illuminating his sweet features. Your fingers itch to touch, and you think he might reach for you, might feel the same wild, heart racing sense of vertigo, yet being serenely satiated.

“Oh yeah, here.” He slides his wallet from his back pocket, the chain dangling across his palm, and he pulls a small square card with a quote on it — out, handing it to you.

One day you will tell your story of how you overcame what you went through and it will be someone else’s survival guide

Below it, you recognize his doodling. A hand drawn, mini bouquet of daisies. He might not be able to afford real flowers, but he can use what skill he does have and draw them for you. He just hopes that you don’t mind. Your eyes are brimmed full of tears when he looks back up to catch your reaction. His gut sinks into his ass, and he fears he overstepped or set something off.

Hell, probably both.

He tries to backtrack. “No, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to make you upset, sweetheart. I just… I was trying to find something to think of to say, because my words kind of get lost in my mouth, catapulting into the space of my brain.”

“Eddie, it’s okay.” Your voice is jagged, tone being dragged over fragments of emotion, throat swollen and damp with it.

He keeps going, more bold to be vocal now. “I think that it’s okay for you to ride it out here. You don’t need to force yourself into ideas of sunshine and physical activity. You’ve been through so much shit, and if your brain is on fire, then you deserve to put it out and let it fuckin’ rest.” He approaches you cautiously, tone gentle and warm like honey going down, almost raspy with it. “You don’t need to force yourself to be okay. Not with anyone, and sure as hell not with me. I mean, you’ve seen my guts hanging out and my nipple ripped off, I’d say we’re well past pretending, aren’t we?”

You’re speechless, body growing heavy and eyes tired. You can’t convey the hope that blooms, popping a bubble through the haze of the fog inside you. It’s not much, but it’s enough to help your psyche stop the race and let you breathe. Eddie is able to sense your fatigue, and he reaches out to squeeze your shoulders, motioning to the hall. “You close these on up and I’ll call you later tonight, yeah?”

He gets about two steps away from you and you’re calling for him. It’s comedic how fast he turns around. “Eddie? Will you stay?”

You’d turned the movie back on, on the set in your room, curtains closed and leaving the expanse shrouded in the glow of the set. Your head is resting on his chest, his jeans on the floor, legs tangled in yours beneath the patchwork quilt. The air conditioner is going, right along with the steady beating of two hearts, and Eddie doesn’t stop you when you knuckle-nudge his splayed palm up, pressing his fingers open to slide your own through. He accepts, squeezing, lacing, looking at you through the opening of light, and you lean into the kiss he presses to your crown. You’ll talk about things later, but for now… It’s okay.

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[harfanfare]

Rollo Flamm x Reader || Rhythm

Warnings: Understated jealousy (?), Reader can’t dance (wants to, though), provisioning of unrequired love, female reader.

The girl that dances atop the stage is really pretty.

It’s not you, and with some kind of regret, you concede you’ve never properly learned to dance.

The girl is more beautiful than the starry night above the City of Flowers because she feels like a dream. Stars will be tomorrow too, but her? No one knows, so all eyes are on her, to balm each’s heart with her sight.

Her steps are graceful and the way she moves is enchanting. It’s not an easy choreography either - with so many jumps and twirls and turns - but she makes it seem so because a smile never leaves her face. The fabric of her dress follows her faithfully, and you imagine she will look incredible in every photo taken of her.

“She’s so… beautiful,” someone next to you breathes with awe.

You believe Rollo thinks so too.

Even if the thought of never being looked on like that stings, you can only blame yourself as he didn’t want to come here at all. When you suggested checking out the show that is being held in a Topsy-Turvy Event Hall, Rollo scolded you for distracting yourself. It might be a Friday evening when most of the students are already headed to the dormitory, but the work of student council members is never done. Before the weekend, at least.

Your whingeing has been guerdoned: Rollo agreed on taking a break. He was hesitant while doing so, and almost annoyed at the cheery smiles that appeared instantly on three faces, yours, the vice president’s and a school treasurer’s. The papers and cups of cold tea were left instantly, and in the next few minutes, all four of you were heading down the staircase.

…

A square is crowded every season with tourists, so neither you nor Rollo is surprised that the two other students got separated from you before even reaching the main stage. You are thankful for their attentiveness because it allows you to be alone with Rollo.

“They are selling enchanted drinks again!” You exclaim, pointing to a stall with indigo macrame hung around a tent. Some attractions were opened at certain seasons a year, and you remember the elixirs being a hit last year.

“It looks like so,” Rollo states flatly. “I wonder why people are so fixated on this kind of never-lasting things.”

Knowing Rollo is a man of harsh words, you brush off his comment.

Blue potion with edible glitter — you are sure it’s edible glitter because most of the useful mixtures are rather lustreless — catches your eye. It looks like a piece of starry sky tucked into a glass bottle. It’s also supposed to help you with your studies if you drink it, so it’s even more magical.

“Would you like to try one? This one helps you focus… But, yeah, I guess you already can do that perfectly,” you pick up the next vial. “Oh, after drinking the yellow one, you should be able to sing more professionally! And the green one is for rhythm… I would need that one. Yet, the most interesting one here is-”

- a love potion.

Even the vial is heart-shaped. The mixture inside is either pink or purple, you can’t really define it because of the amount of bubbles that constantly stir the mixture. You might not be the best alchemy student ever, but even you know that that potion has some enchanting aroma that might bind your senses.

Maybe that potion is your only chance ever to get with Rollo. Your heart is heavy at the thought of enchanting him to love you.

“I have no intention of buying anything,” Rollo’s curt voice slings you from your thoughts. He takes vials from your hands and puts them back, any moment ready to push them out of his mind. “Anything but croissants. I can treat you to one of those.”

…And that’s how you get free food, dear students.

“Will you? Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You would love to hug him, Rollo is… Rollo probably wouldn’t appreciate this kind of gratitude in the middle of the street. Or wherever. It’s hard to imagine Rollo being happy about a hug as he seems unused to physical contact, yet that might be a reason why you should try to open him up.

For a last moment you think about the enchanted concoctions, but Rollo turns around and you need to catch up to not get separated from him.

Way to his favourite bakery Rollo knows by heart. He guides you through the crowd and it’s easy to follow him as he stands taller than most people, the distance being even larger when you count his hat. He glanced over his shoulder to check if you were still beside him after you get out of the most crowded area.

“We’re here,” Rollo announces as if you hadn’t been accompanying him to the bakery whenever you had a chance. He strides to the counter, where several types of croissants under a glass cover are creating a delicious exhibition. “Choose whatever you like.”

It's a very tempting offer, and you decide to take it once you glue yourself to the glass of a counter.

“I…” You start, pointing at two specific desserts. Two croissants with your favourite fillings are too delicious to pick between them. “Can I get two? I will treat you something in return, once I'll have money on me.”

“You’ll get a stomachache,” he says curtly but slides his card to a lady behind a counter that picks up another baking for himself, halfway dipped in chocolate and topped with cut-dried strawberries. “Be careful. They’ve been just taken out of the oven, so you’d better don’t burn yourself.

“Thanks.”

You let yourself bite into the device, as you take another turn, this time the way leading into the main square. There is a grand scene that is always used for music performances.

There is one being held, a solo.

You glance at the dancer, and they look around the crowd. You think there are your two missing clubmates, and beckon Rollo over.

“Hey, there are—”

…

Your surprise silences you.

Rollo stays planted on the ground, eyes on the dancing girl with something like awe. You know that look. You caught a glimpse of it many times on the surface of the glass in student consul’s showcases; your face, so desperately stretching in a soft smile, not to look suspicious.

For the first time, you didn't like the idea of love at first sight.

…

You know where it’s time to step out. Many negotiations you held with people on behalf of students of NBC sensitised you to their expectations and what you should do.

You smile weakly, before gently tapping Rollo on his arm. “I… will get going.”

But Rollo, amazingly, has already shaken off from mysterious enchantment. If you could only do so as easily, permanently. “Are you sick?” He asks, and when you avoid his eyes, his tone voice drops half a tone. “What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s… Can… I… just go?”

“What happened?” Rollo repeats. His eyes scan you, the first time quickly, and when he doesn’t find anything visible, he gets more alarmed, actually looking stiff. “Did you actually burn yourself? I told you to be careful.”

You don’t know what to tell him but start with a measurement that doesn’t bring him any relief.

“It’s not that, Rollo. I…”

“Do tell.” He insists, although if you said a word, you know he wouldn’t question you any more about this. But he would find out in some other way, and he might think you don’t trust him enough - and this implication you really want to avoid - and… “Tell me.”

…And you want to believe that he’s worried for you.

You stare at the ground, and clasp your hands behind your back once you notice their subtle shaking. Why are you reacting this way? Ahh… “I just don’t enjoy dancing. I think I will just return to school and finish organizing the documents…”

“You’ve always liked to see people dance though.”

So he has noticed.

“I don’t have a talent to dance myself.”

“You just need to learn,” he says, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard him. And as you’ve been listening to his voice o lot, you think you might’ve imagined it. Rollo glances at his watch and urges you to come with him. “It’s almost time to ring the bell. Let’s go. I will help you.”

…

You don’t like climbing the bell tower, and going up hundreds of steps isn’t something easy even with Rollo as your motivation. It’s the anxiety that keeps you going.

“I didn't buy the enchantment, though,” you break the silence, and Rollo looks over his shoulder. He is one step in front of you, and he probably slowed his pace to let you catch up to him easily. He’s a master of climbing stairs and ladders after all. “To dance. The bell won’t do anything if… I don’t have any magic on me, no?”

“Don't depend on these kinds of things,” he grumbles. “If you do, you will never achieve anything. For example, if you drank the potion, of course, you'd know how to dance. But just for tonight.”

You question his motivational quote. “But isn't the magic helpful sometimes?”

“It makes one fully depend on it.”

And the conversation ends here because you’ve reached the top platform. Rollo opens the trapdoor and holds it for you. As you step out, you’re immediately hit with a breeze of cold air, but it’s more kind of refreshing than freezing.

Once the trapdoor is closed, Rollo awaits, frozen for a clock-measured minute and three seconds.

And then he rings the bell. It takes much force to move it, and you are almost sure Rollo doesn’t even boost his strength with magic. But, what’s unexpected, this one time he uses magic to repeat the movements of the bell and have it ring on its own.

DING- DONG.

DING- DONG.

DING- DONG.

He leaves it to ring at the same tempo and turns to you. The magical earplugs in your ears only moderately muffle the sound of the bell. No music from the Topsy-Turvy Event Hall reaches you anymore. You can only hear the rings clearly, and wouldn't hear Rollo if he said anything.

He doesn't even try to, and without even a shred of a smile, he takes your hand in his.

DING- DONG.

His right hand wraps around your waist, and the fingers of the left one intertwine with yours. He stands taller than you, mighty, righteous. His gaze lingers on you as if he judges you.

It’s never a fair judgement, because the slightly offbeat of his heart drives his reason senseless.

He takes the first step to the back, and you follow along.

DING- DONG.

Rollo's movements are fluid and graceful, yet precise and purposeful. He leads you with ease, his body guiding yours. Waltz is a dance that emphasises the partnership, but with you not knowing the steps, it feels to you like some sort of majestic tango.

You’re overpowered within the first seconds of dance.

DING- DONG.

DING- DONG.

Step, step, DING, turn, step, turn, DONG.

You know your cheeks are flushed, and you blame the height and cold wind for it. Maybe it is a tiring dance, and you believe it’s acceptable to be this tired yet happy if you are dancing for all of eternity. It feels like the bell started to strike the omnipresent tempo a lifetime ago.

Rollo knows when your waltz-tango should end. He stops the chime with a fluid movement of his hand, magic stopping the well-kept rhythm from a bell.

BA-DUM, BA-DUM.

Your heart maintains the tempo. Even if each beat is strong and loud, you worry about how it will come to a halt at any second.

“I’m surprised,” he starts, sounding unsurprised but kind…-ish, “that you aren’t in a dance-related club yet.”

You cock your head to the side. “Is this a… sarcasm?”

“No. I think that musical-related things would suit you better. You could dance on that grand stage we approached earlier.”

“Like that girl?”

Rollo frowns. “What girl?”

…He doesn’t remember? How could anyone forget for a second about a person one has fallen for? You couldn’t. You can’t. You’re dumbfounded.

“A dancer. On a stage. Today.” Rollo looks more confused with each suggestion. “She was dancing to a… fast music in a flowy dress?”

“Ah,” finally, recognition sparkles in his eyes. A wave of relief is followed by anxiety, but Rollo shrugs your both overwhelms off, with a flick of his hand. “Yes, like her or… even better. The piece she danced to would fit you if you only embrace your passion. I think your performance would be more dreamy.”

You chuckle.

“If I would do that, what would you do without me in the student council club?” By this slight teasing, Rollo stiffens a little. You place your hand on your chest. “But as your right hand, you can’t get rid of me so easily.”

You swear you see him smiling subtly, and it’s no trick of light.

“As my right hand, you have the power to do whatever you want.”

“Then I want to stay.”

“Hm,” Rollo ponders. As you notice his gaze, you feel as if he’s contemplating which future holds the best fate for you. He lowers his eyelids, sighing slightly. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” you smile. “But if I hold any power like you say, I would like to use it to have you dance with me again.”

“Strange request,” he says curtly but doesn’t deny your request. His follow-up question makes your chest fill with warmth. “Do you know any dances? Except for waltz,” he says as if you could call your ‘waltz’ anything other than pretending to know how to dance.

“Macarena?” You suggest and he looks at you sceptically. In response, you flash him a bashful smile. “No?”

He sighs but takes your hands in his.

“Let me teach you, then,” he says, slowly. “Let’s start with a proper greeting,” but his greeting isn’t proper, because he doesn’t look at you. Because he avoids your gaze, you can have a shameless view on his red face, that must match the temperature with his quickly warming up hands. You always thought Rollo’s hands were cold, until this moment. “An elegant bow…”

He bows and you lift the brim of your skirt in response, trying to copy the fluidity of the curtsy.

He brings your hand up so carefully as if it is made from the thinnest glass, and presses his lips to your knuckles. So cliche, so old-fashioned, but chivalry isn’t dead as it fills you with energy, surprise and some embarrassment that makes you want to live this moment forever. “And a kiss.”

“Now I’m charmed,” You laugh softly, a smile on your face, yet you were mentally prepared to faint. You wonder if doctors would detect you lovesick if your heart actually stopped. “What’s after that?”

Rollo glances up at you, his eyes brighter than ever. He brings you closer to him.

“Let’s talk about rhythm.”

#I finished my last exam today!! They didn't go as well as I expected #but hey! now I will finally have time to write!! I've been dreaming about this for a long long time haha #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #rollo flamm #twst rollo #twst rollo x reader #rollo x reader #rollo flamm x reader #rollo flamme x reader #rollo flamme

[obx-pogue4life]

Good Morning, Lover

Summary: You and your boyfriend Drew wake up together and things immediately go from sweet to sexy after a little bit of teasing and you telling him exactly what you want.

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talking, slight breeding kink, dry humping, nipple play, slight roughness and just general smutty ideas and actions

It was a beautiful morning. You could see the sun starting to peek through the curtains and the birds were happily chirping outside. You could feel your boyfriend Drew’s strong arms hugging around your body from behind you as you contently snuggled into your pillow and pressed back towards him, perching your bottom right up against his bent knees. You could hear him softly snoring still and remembered back to a time when that used to bother you but now you find it the most comforting sound in the world. Smiling to yourself, you reach for his one hand that is draped across your hip and lace your fingers through his, bringing them up to your chest and cuddle into his arms even further. You feel so safe in his arms. So protected. You know that he would never let anything happen to you and that feeling was one you’d never had before you met him. He was your safe place.

You let out a happy and breathy sigh and innocently cuddled back into his body, moving your hips against him, causing him to stir a little. As you hugged his arm to your chest even tighter you felt him do the same back to you. With a knowing smile on his face, your boyfriend fluttered open his eyes and leaned close to your ear. “Good Morning, Lover,” he whispers throatily, in his raspy morning voice. You love how sexy he sounded in the morning, his voice made you instantly wet and caused you to blush at his sweet and sexy words. “Mmmm Lover,” you cooed back to him smiling. You could feel him starting to pull away from your grasp on his hand, so you let go and mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable task you were dreading, to actually getting out of bed this morning.

Just as you were about to pull the covers back, you feel Drew’s large hands begin to rub up and over your shoulder. He starts kissing your neck and you hum out in appreciation. “You are so beautiful, baby” he says in between kisses. He moves his lips to kiss behind your neck and then starts working his way down and peppers sweet kisses all along the center of your back until he reaches the base of your spine. Your body is on fire at the sensual feelings he is giving you and you can feel the wetness starting to pool between your legs. You’re both still laying on your sides as he grips your waist and roughly meets your back side to his rock hard cock.

“This is what you do to me, baby” he practically growls at you. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” he asks as he starts to dry hump his giant bulge against your ass. You mimic his motions back to him, grinding against his straining cock. “Mmmhmm,” was all you could manage to get out of your mouth. The sensation felt so good you were beginning to get lost in the rhythm when you felt his hand start make its way towards your chest. The way his fingertips were slowly grazing over your sensitive skin was sending shivers all throughout your body.

Once his hand reaches your breasts you could feel him try to grasp as much of them both with one hand as he could. He had such a want to touch you and feel as much of you as he could that he pawed away at you like a love starved teenager, but you didn’t care. Knowing that he wanted you so badly and the sensations he was creating for you felt so good that you never wanted him to stop. You could feel him ease up on the hurried squeezing and kneading of your breasts and slowly start to focus on your ever hardening nipples. He thumbed over one and then the other, making small circles over them, bringing them to their fullest peaks. The feeling of your bodies still grinding into each other and the pressure he was beginning to apply to your most sensitive buds was making you throw your head against his chest and moan out in pure pleasure. “That feels so good,” you breathily say, feeling your breathing start to pick up. He smirks and starts to lightly bite down your shoulder leaving a series of small red patches down your arm, on your skin. Once he reaches your elbow, he stops and licks a deliciously slow and tantalizing stripe back up and over the inflamed skin causing you to let out an animalistic groan and push your head and body even further back into his. You were squirming now and he has you right where he wants you. He takes the opportunity of you in your blissed out state to kiss your neck again, biting and suck on it, leaving his mark for all to see. “There’s gonna be no hiding that one, baby,” he says with a lusty tone as he bites and sucks another mark right next to the one he just made. “You’re mine and I want everyone to fucking know it.”

You murmer a pleasurably muffled “fuck Drew, fuck,” and feel that spark start burning inside of you. He kisses your neck one last time, licking and nipping at your bruising skin, and then gently turns you off of your side and onto your back. Your hands immediately stretch out above your head and he straddles you, interlocking both of your hands in his and presses his body firmly against you, leaning down you kiss your needy lips. He starts off gently and loving, grazing the pillowy skin in delicate and teasing movements. You squirm underneath him and you can feel him smile into the kiss. “Feels good, doesn’t it sugar,” you hear him say as he goes back in, deepening the kiss. His tongue overtakes yours as you let him take control and have his way with you. The way he kisses you is making you feel lightheaded and dizzy in the best way possible and completely enveloped in his love, his kiss saying what no words ever could. Your entire body is on fire and you don’t ever want him to stop making you feel the way he is making you feel at this moment.

Without breaking your passionate kiss, he slowly lets go of your hands and starts to trail them down your body. One hands stops to pinch and tease your nipple and the other glides over you stomach and makes it’s way towards your panties. The harder he pinches your nipple, the more you squirm. And the more you squirm, the wetter you become. Loving the way you are breathing heavily and writhing beneath him, he starts to cup your core over your panties, teasing you. He runs his long fingers over your clothed slit and can feel your wetness seeping through the lacy fabric. “Is this all for me, sweetheart?” he asks finally breaking the kiss and rolling onto his side next to you. Your face goes a slight shade of red as you nod yes. “Use your words baby, tell me how much you want me and what you want me to do to that dripping little pussy of yours.” he coaxes you.

You’re eyes go wide at his naughty question for you and while you are trying to find your voice, he slides your panties to the side and gently strokes your opening with one finger, just enough to make your breath hitch, and then stops. He pulls out his finger gleaming with your slick and licks a bit of it off. “You taste so sweet baby, wanna try some?” he asks you. You nod your head and he raises an eyebrow at you, silently telling you to use your words. “Yes, please,” you almost moan while he takes his finger and rests it on your bottom lip. You use both of your hands to grab his wrist and seductively lick his hand from the palm, right up the length of his finger. You take his whole finger into your mouth and swirl it around your tongue a little, licking every last bit of your slick off of it. You gently suck on it and look at him, innocently batting your eyes a little and he stares at you with such an amused and aroused face, you can’t help but smile. You pull his finger out of your mouth with a loud POP! and ever so gently put just the tip back in, close your eyes and lightly swirl it around your tongue before taking it all the way back into your mouth again. You give it one last swirl of your tongue and pull it out again, this time trailing his wet finger down your body. Starting at your bottom lip you begin to move it and you drag his finger down your neck, in between your breasts, over your stomach and let him stop at your aching center.

“I told baby, use your words. Tell me how much you want me and what you want me to do to that dripping pussy of yours.” he repeats again.

“Please,” you breathily plead.

“Please, what,” he smiles encouragingly. He knows you have a hard time vocalizing what you want in bed but it turns him on so much when you say what you’re craving from him that he can’t help but push you a little. Your shyness when it comes to those kinds of words drives him absolutely wild.

Looking him right in the eyes you can already feel your cheeks start to redden but you push thru noticing the love struck look on your boyfriends face. “I want you to fuck me , Drew,” you say quietly. He nods his head encouraging you to keep going as you feel your cheeks deepen to another stage of red. “I want to feel your massive cock inside me, so deep that I can’t think of anything else but how good you’re making me feel and how badly I want to cum. I want you to fuck me so hard that it leaves tears of pleasure streaming down my face and my whole body aching. I want you to be rough with me and I want you to stuff me with your cum and claim me as yours forever.”

The look on his face turned from love struck to complete and utter desire. He was practically drooling over your words. “You are so fucking sexy, baby,” he lowly says. “That is the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

You turn yet another shade of red and he goes in to kiss you hard on the lips. You completely melt into his touch and as he pulls away, you expect him to immediately start ravishing you but he just looks into your eyes a minute, instead.

“How did I ever manage to get a girl like you?” he asks, grinning and still staring into your eyes. “Just lucky, I guess” you say with a playful giggle and wink at him. “The luckiest” he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead and pulling you into a loving embrace. “I love you, Y/N” he whispers quietly. “I love you, Drew” you whisper back.

He kisses you on the forehead one last time and then gives you a devilish smirk and roughly flips you onto your back and smacks your ass cheek. “Ok, baby,” he drawls out. “Just remember, you asked for this,” he says and immediately smacks your other ass cheek. He leans down and presses his full weight onto your naked body and his skin on yours feels incredible. He licks that special spot right behind your ear and it sends shivers of ecstasy down your side. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he starts to bite and suck on your earlobe, knowing that, that is your other special spot and fully takes advantage of teasing you without you being able to move and being at his mercy. After he gets you moaning and bothered he pulls away only to whisper sexily in your ear “We are fucking all day, baby... hope you don’t have any plans. You’re not going to be able to get out of this bed by the time I’m done with you. Get ready for the best fuck that cunt of yours has ever had.

You gasp at his filthy words and he lets out a low chuckle as you feel yourself getting more and more aroused with every second that passes. You know that he is about to wreck you in the best possible way. This was going to be a wild day.

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey oneshot #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fanfiction #rafe Cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe Cameron fic #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #my writing #obx #outer banks

[megumimylove]

kitchen lights

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summary: you can’t sleep so you make grilled cheese with kuroo and dance under the kitchen lights. 

gender neutral reader(no pronouns used for reader)

a/n: this is a very soft fic cause im soft for kuroo tetsurou <3 i love him so much

complimentary playlist: i LOVE love

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Sleeping was easy most days and came naturally but some days like today, it felt like the most difficult task in the world.

No matter how much you changed positions or did breathing exercises, you just couldn't sleep and it was starting to disturb your boyfriend who was peacefully asleep next to you, his black hair all messed up, looking beautiful as ever. Oh how you envied him in this moment.

You finally sat up and turned on your bedside lamp, taking a look at the clock on your bedroom wall you saw that it was  currently 3am, at least it was Sunday tomorrow(or today) so you didn't have to wake up early.

Kuroo stirred next to you and put his arm around your waist, you lightly stroked his hair and smiled to yourself thinking about him searching for you in his sleep.

Being in a relationship with Kuroo felt so freeing, like the most natural thing in your life, he was the perfect boyfriend who always pushed you to do your best but if you failed for some reason, you knew he'd be there ready with his arms open to catch you.

Kuroo shifted as if he heard your inner monologue and was now laying on his back with his bed head resting on your lap, you knew he's awake now.

"can't sleep ?" he asks, his voice all deep and raspy still laced with sleep, "did I wake you ?", you answer his question with another question while softly tracing your fingers on his face pushing his hair away from his forehead.

"yeah but I don't mind" he answers sincerely, his face glowing a soft yellow-orange shade by your lamp's light, he looked gorgeous.

"I can't sleep I don't know why" you state in a low voice, "maybe you're hungry" he suggested making you recall that you did eat only half of your dinner. You sigh and press a kiss to his forehead "I guess you're right".

He gets up on his feet and stretches his body to get rid of any remaining sleep, he pulls your hand and you follow him to the kitchen, "what do you want baby, I'm no chef but I can try" he says while smiling at you, making you smile as well.

"let's make grilled cheese" you say while taking out the ingredients from the refrigerator, your boyfriend takes over and starts making two sandwiches for you both.

You hug him from behind and rest your cheek against his back, "I love you so much tetsu" you confess, you feel his body relaxing and you just know he's got that soft smile on his face, "I love you more kitten" he replies and turns around after putting both sandwiches in the sandwich maker that Bokuto gifted you on your 2nd anniversary.

He tucks a loose strand behind your ear and cups your face delicately, you both hold eyecontact while smiling at each other like love struck fools.

He brings you in for a hug and your arms instinctively go around his neck, with his hands resting on your hips and your head resting in the crook of his neck, he starts swaying side by side.

You look up at him to see a playful glint in his eyes, you understand what he's trying to do and start following his rhythm.

He spins you and pulls you close again, your arms once again around his neck and his hands around your waist, you both continue rocking back and forth and side to side under the soft kitchen light for the next few minutes.

There's no music but eye contact is a beautiful song in its own, with your steps in sync, eyes looking fondly at the love of your life, you're living the life you dreamt about when you were 15 and there's nothing better than this.

That's the thing about your Tetsu, even simple music-less kitchen dances at 3 am are magical with him, he makes you feel as special as special can be.

You lean up on your tiptoes pressing your lips to his and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. The sandwich maker dings, alerting you both that your food is ready and you move away to grab plates while he takes out the sandwiches.

You guys spend the rest of the night talking about weird theories and watching a shitty romcom. By the morning you're both fast asleep on the couch, legs tangled together and your head tucked under his chin.

He's the best thing that has ever happened to you and you're entirely in love with him.

#Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu imagines #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #reader insert #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #kuroo tetsurou fluff #soft kuroo tetsurou #this is the first fic im posting on tumblr so be kind pls #kuroo x gender neutral reader #megumimylove

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Little bit more for this fic idea (the tags have dubbed it Possessive Chrissy and well... they’re not wrong!!!) Rated M probably???

They don’t talk about Jason again until Sunday evening. Robin is cooking dinner and Chrissy sits on the counter, tapping her heels against the cabinets in a steady rhythm.

“What did Jason think of the tattoo?” Robin sticks her tongue out through her teeth. She always says his name like she’s teasing her. Stretching out the A far beyond what’s necessary. Like they’re still in the ninth grade. Like Jason is a boy on a poster on her bedroom ceiling and they’re gossiping. Chrissy reaches for the soft spot on her rib cage on instinct, wrapping her right arm over her chest. The skin is still a little sore. If she pressed hard enough she can feel outline of the dandelion, raised like scar tissue.

She could just lie. “I didn’t tell him,” she admits because she can’t lie to Robin. She can lie to everyone else. Easily if she wants to, but never Robin. That girl is her weak spot. Her personal lie detector. Her flipped mirror image. Robin’s mouth drops open just the tiniest bit. She licks at the seam of her lips, a question on her tongue. She doesn’t even have to ask it. The implication blooms between them. “Did he…” Robin says anyway, a glint in her eyes. “Did he not see it?”

“We… We didn’t…” Chrissy looks at her shoes. She knows she’s blushing, it doesn’t take all that much for her. “We were just busy and we never… You know?” She can’t even get the words out properly.

But she’s awkward about sex. That’s her whole thing. It has been since sex ed classes in tenth grade biology. It was her thing during truth or dare for every slumber party she’s every been invited to. With or without Robin. Chrissy’s is just a bit of a prude. “Now I know that’s a lie,” Robin says.

Chrissy’s eyes snap up. If she’s wasn’t blushing already she definitely is now. “Look… I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Robin drags a spoon through the sauce pan and Chrissy looks at that so she doesn’t have to make eye contact. “But these wall are pretty thin.” “Robin!”

Her breath hitches and she takes two steps back until her hips bump up against the cabinets. She wraps her arms around her stomach. The thought of Robin hearing her… Listening. It swoops low in her abdomen, burning bright like shame.

“I put on headphones!” she says quickly. “But uh….” “We are not talking about this,” Chrissy says and she jumps from the counter. They don’t talk about sex. It’s a cornerstone of their friendship. They’re Robin and Chrissy. Chrissy and Robin. They do everything together. They’ve memorized the numbers to each other’s landlines. They share gum like they share secrets and they don’t talk about sex. “Did you keep your shirt on?” Robin asks. “Do you… Do you always keep it on?” Yes.

“No!” Robin tilts her head to the side and dips her eyebrows in what can only be described as pity. “Chris…” Robin takes a step closer and puts a hand on her shoulder. “Is it… Does he not make you feel good about yourself?” It’s a polite way to circumvent what she’s really asking. Is this about the food again? Is this about your body?

And it’s not. Not really.

“No… It’s just…” Chrissy sighs and her breath shudders more than she intends it to. “I don’t know, okay? I’m just really awkward about it.” “Because you’re beautiful, you know that right?” Robin dips her face so Chrissy can’t not look at her. She’s all up in her personal space. “You’re extraordinary. And if Jason doesn’t make you feel like that, then he’s an asshole.”

She’s so close, Robin’s breath ghost over her skin, but it’s the words that stick.

Chrissy swallows hard and the sound clicks in her ears. Robin must hear it too, because she lets go of her arm and takes a step back.

Extraordinary.

Robin clears her throat and goes back to stir the pasta again, even though it doesn’t need stirring. “Food should be ready in five,” she says, looking straight ahead. “Maybe you could get the plates?”

#stranger things #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #robin x chrissy #buckingham #I have like 12K of this already written #but it's gonna be WAY longer probably #hoping to get a first chapter out soon #i cannot get these two out of my head #gonna be VERY E-rated by the way #the girls got matching tattoos #but like TOTALLY in a friend way #just gal palls don't worry about it

[lewis-the-quack]

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. -

The bee movie made me think of incest because of the line “Those ladies? Aren’t they are cousins too?”

@you-need-not-apply did you know the bee movie

#i am lewis #awoken my beloved #we troll tones

[towritecomicsonherarms]

Part 4

Adam: It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.

Barry: Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.

(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)

Adam: Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?

Barry: Distant. Distant.

Pollen Jock #1: Look at these two.

Pollen Jock #2: Couple of Hive Harrys.

Pollen Jock #1: Let's have fun with them.

Girl Bee #1: It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.

Barry: Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!

(Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)

Girl Bee #2: Oh, my!

Barry: I never thought I'd knock him out.

Girl Bee #1: (Looking at Adam) What were you doing during this?

Adam: Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.

Barry: I can autograph that.

(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.)

Pollen Jock #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?

Barry: Yeah. Gusty.

Pollen Jock #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.

Barry: Six miles, huh?

Adam: Barry!

Pollen Jock #2: A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.

Barry: Maybe I am.

Adam: You are not!

Pollen Jock #1: We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?

Barry: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.

(The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night)

Martin: Hey, Honex!

Barry: Dad, you surprised me.

Martin: You decide what you're interested in?

Barry: Well, there's a lot of choices. But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?

Martin: 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.

#bee movie #jerry seinfeld

[meltamorphosis]

KOHAKU Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? NIKI Distant, distant. ANGLE ON: TWO POLLEN JOCKS. JACKSON Look at these two. SPLITZ Couple of Hive Harrys. JACKSON Let’s have some fun with them. The pollen jocks approach. Niki and Kohaku continue to talk to the girls. GIRL 1 It must be so dangerous being a pollen jock. NIKI Oh yeah, one time a bear had me pinned up against a mushroom. He had one paw on my throat, and with the other he was slapping me back and forth across the face. GIRL 1 Oh my. NIKI I never thought I’d knock him out. GIRL 2 (to Kohaku) And what were you doing during all of this? KOHAKU Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities. The girl swipes some pollen off of Kohaku with a finger. NIKI (re: pollen) I can autograph that if you want. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 13. JACKSON Little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? NIKI Yeah. Gusty. BUZZ You know, we’re going to hit a sunflower patch about six miles from here tomorrow. NIKI Six miles, huh? KOHAKU (whispering) Niki. BUZZ It’s a puddle-jump for us. But maybe you’re not up for it. NIKI Maybe I am. KOHAKU (whispering louder) You are not! BUZZ We’re going, oh-nine hundred at JGate. KOHAKU (re: j-gate) Whoa. BUZZ (leaning in, on top of Niki) What do you think, Buzzy Boy? Are you bee enough? NIKI I might be. It all depends on what oh-nine hundred means. CUT TO: SEQ. 450 - “THE BALCONY” "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 14. INT. BENSON HOUSE BALCONY - LATER Niki is standing on the balcony alone, looking out over the city. Martin Benson ENTERS, sneaks up behind Niki and gooses him in his ribs. MARTIN BENSON Honex! NIKI Oh, Dad. You surprised me. MARTIN BENSON (laughing) Have you decided what you’re interested in, Son? NIKI Well, there’s a lot of choices. MARTIN BENSON But you only get one. Martin LAUGHS. NIKI Dad, do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN BENSON Son, let me tell you something about stirring. (making the stirring motion) 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. NIKI You know dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. MARTIN BENSON And you were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 15.

how do they know what balloon animals are

#melty answers #enstarsposting #crazy:b movie

[lonelyprinceofthedark]

- 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.

Noi.

[ratqueenily]

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

i love the bee movie

[tameable50]

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.

.

[jaywalkers-against-germination]

Look at these two.

Couple of Hive Harrys.

Let's have fun with them.

It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!

Oh, my!

I never thought I'd knock him out.

What were you doing during this?

Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.

Six miles, huh?

Barry!

A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.

Maybe I am.

You are not!

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?

I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex!

Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you're interested in?

Well, there's a lot of choices.

But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad, the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?

That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!

Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

You're gonna be a stirrer?

No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

We're starting work today!

Today's the day.

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! Congratulations! 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.

Cool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Copy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Chemical-y.

Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Candy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

Guys!

This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

the ENTIRETY of it??? seriously??

#thoughts are jaywalking

[fat-ugly-bus-driver]

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!

right 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.

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