#I watched this movie yesterday and boi does Harry get around
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seeking arrangements - iv
summary: With just two days left of before the wedding the celebrations continue. Going to a bachelorette & bachelor party when you’re a fake couple might cause some issues. Especially when Lola can’t seem to stop taking tequila shots & the liquid might have given her too much courage.
warnings: escort!rafe x oc, alcohol, angst, insecurities, fluff, thomas (he deserves a warning), shitty family, kissing
wc: 5.1k
an: I’m gonna be real I kinda hate this part, I feel like I lacked in every aspect lol. But it is done, & there’s two more parts to goooo. ALSO HELP I cannot get my comments to work. Like I can’t reply to people or comment on other peoples posts. It’s on in my settings I’m pretty sure so idk what I’m doing wrong.
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“What’s on the agenda today?” Rafe asked before taking a bite of his bagel.
Lola was sitting next to him squinting at her laptop. She may have had the week off from work but she couldn’t help but try and catch up on some pieces that needed to be read. She hadn’t felt focused enough the last few days to try and squeeze in any work because she’d been so anxious. After the engagement party and the boat day she felt a lot more relaxed. Rafe managed to put a sense of calm over her.
After they got home from the party they spent the rest of the night in bed watching another movie. This one was Rafe’s pick. He made her watch The Godfather, but they didn’t really pay too much attention. Lola kept asking questions during the film and of course Rafe answered all of them. Never once did he get upset at her for talking during the movie, something Thomas hated that she did. The conversation ended up leading to them talking about everything. Rafe opened up a lot more to her and she felt closer to him.
It scared her because it meant that even if they continue to be friends after this she’ll never have him in the way she wants. When this whole thing began Lola was unsure about it because what if she got caught but she never thought that there’d be a possibility she’d fall in love with the guy. Of course it had to be Rafe that she reached out to, the most perfect guy.
“Ummm we have the bachelor and bachelorette parties today. Girls are going to one bar and guys are going to another,” She turned to him giving him a weak smile. This is the first time they’ll really be separated from each other.
Rafe groaned, “I have to be with those frat boys all night.”
She threw her head back laughing, “They aren’t that bad. Well except for you know who, he’s that bad.”
“Oh they are that bad sweetheart,” He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, “Except Harry, he’s been pretty decent. I don’t know why you ran with these crowds.”
“Please I only saw them when we came here because they’re all my sisters friends or Harry’s. They met them in college.”
“Explains why you and Tabitha are the coolest,” Rafe smirked at her. She rolled her eyes playfully turning back to the laptop in front of her.
“So that’s why my ears were ringing,” Tabitha said as she walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning to you Tabs,” Lola grinned watching her cousin pour herself a big mug of coffee.
Rafe chuckled, “Went a little too hard yesterday?”
“Possibly,” She rolled her eyes and grabbed the supplies for a bagel.
“Hey you better be able to go out later I’m not doing that alone,” Lola scolded.
Tabitha sat in the seat in front of her, “Relax I’ll make it. Takes me back to college, drunk every weekend.”
“Okay so what am I supposed to do with these guys for a whole night?” Rafe was not excited at all for the bachelor party. Ever since the boat conversations he’s been trying to avoid them. Everything was a dick riding contest to them.
Tabitha waves her bagel around, “Just get drunk, talk about sports too.”
“Getting drunk does sound promising,” he shrugged.
Lola laughed, “You can also talk about finance, you know they love that stuff.”
Tabitha nodded her head, “I’m always having to tell Andrew to shut up when he starts giving me financial advice.”
“I definitely don’t need financial advice. Sometimes I’m glad I don’t have many friends. The less friends or people close to you the better,” Rafe shrugged.
“You two really are made for each other,” Tabitha said looking between the two with a playful grin.
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Lola had come up with a plan. Maybe it was a stupid plan and would end horribly or it could go amazingly. She was going to go out and take a few shots to earn that liquid courage before ubering home if Rafe was back and then try to seduce him. She couldn’t stand being around him and not be able to touch him.
Of course they did subtle stuff to convince her family, but it was never enough. When he’d place his hand on the small of her back to guide her around the engagement party her body felt ablaze. Her fingers itched to run through his hair and pull him closer. They hadn’t kissed since the boat and her lips ached for his. She missed his soft touch, the things he would make her feel with something so simple as his hand on the back of her neck.
Sleeping next to him at night was the hardest. He slept shirtless and it was incredibly distracting. There had been moments where she’d wake up to his arm around her, his nose tucked into the back of her neck. Rafe knew what he was doing, he’d blame it on him doing it in his sleep. He was really like half asleep and she just looked so cute and soft laying there he couldn’t help himself. If she moved away or anything he would have pulled away but she never did.
He was very disappointed that he wouldn’t really get to hangout with her tonight when their time playing boyfriend and girlfriend was almost over. He’d rather spend the day at the beach with her than drinking with a bunch of guys he didn’t know.
He was sitting outside on the deck going through his emails while thinking about the girl that was inside. Lola insisted on making margaritas for them to pregame. They didn’t have to leave until six so they had time to just relax. Lola came out with glasses and a pitcher of the alcoholic drink.
“Woah there cowboy, we’re gonna finish all that?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Well we can try, or it will just go to waste.” She smirked shrugging. Sitting down next to him she began to pour the watermelon margaritas into the glasses. He smiled at her just looking at her. Rafe liked watching her just do stuff.
“What?” She asked with a nervous laugh. His blue eyes made her nervous because when he looked at her she felt like he was actually looking at her. Not the girl everyone thought was weak because of her breakup. Not the girl that lets everyone walk all over her.
He shrugged, “Nothing, just like looking at you.”
She looked away from his tense gaze, a small grin forming at her lips. It was hard to deny the fact that he didn’t have an effect on her, “You’re too much.” she said because it was true. Everything about him was so overwhelming.
“So Rafe what’s your next job after this one? Or should I say who is your next job?”
He adjusted in his seat. Scrunching his nose as he looked out at the backyard, “Uh no one right now. I-I don’t know I’ve been thinking of retiring.”
“Woah really?” She looked over at him a bit shocked.
“Yeah this week has given me a new perspective you could say,” he took a drink from his margarita.
“How so?” She asked her voice quieter now.
He shrugged, “I guess I just realized I want more. I don’t want to be a paid companion anymore, I want to be just a companion.”
Butterflies of hope flew around in her stomach. Lola’s delusions were starting to get the best of her. Maybe it’s because of me, she thought. Rafe takes her silence as not a good sign.
He feels like maybe he had said too much and scared her away, “Uh so I’ll probably try and get myself out there more. Ya know when we get back to the city. Find a girl finally go on dates.”
The butterflies were crushed at those words. Find a girl. Those words hurt her but she couldn’t show it. Rafe could read her better than anyone even though he’s only known her for a month. Her furrowed brows and the way she couldn’t look at him gave her away. He knew what he said hurt her, maybe he had been reading everything wrong.
She cleared her throat to try and get rid of the lump in her throat, “That’s uh great Rafe. I-I think that sounds great.” She smiled at him the best she could. Lola started chugging the rest of her margarita not really in the mood to sit and drink with him.
He watched her with concern. Rafe wanted to shove his words back into his mouth to get that pretty smile back on her face “Lola I..”
“I-I’m gonna go and get ready now. I’ll see you in a bit okay Rafe,” She gave her another fake smile before walking back inside.
“Fuck,” He muttered rubbing his face out of frustration with himself.
The whole time Rafe felt like he thought he knew what she wanted. She had even asked to just be friends after this. He didn’t want to overstep and tell her the real reason why he wants to give all this up. It was because of Lola, he wants her by his side. He liked the way she made him feel and he loved the person he brought out in her. He loved protecting her from people who don’t deserve her.
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Lola was beginning to think her plan was going to end horribly. Especially after what he had said. She felt like things were maybe going somewhere with him. She has had more fun the whole week than she’s had her whole life. And she knows it’s because she’s had him by her side.
She looked over herself in the mirror. She felt hot, she felt like she could go through with her plan to seduce Rafe. Yet it wasn’t enough because that voice was still in her head telling her that he doesn’t like want her more than a friend. Or even possibly more than a client. Her outfit consisted of a black mini skirt and olive green long sleeve that had a small pink bow in the middle of the square neckline. She also wore black boots that made her legs look longer, her makeup and hair were done. She felt amazing on the outside but on the inside her insecurities were starting to take over her thoughts.
Rafe had been in the shower while she changed into her outfit. They hadn’t spoken much since he came back to the room. Things seemed a bit tense, a sort of unspoken tension between them.
Lola was switching purses to one that would better match her outfit when Rafe opened the door to the bathroom. He stepped out in nothing but a light blue towel around his waist. His chest and stomach still slightly damp from the hot shower. He had been looking down at his phone. Lola looked up at him from where she stood and gulped at his appearance. He was not making this easy.
“What should I wear? I’m guessing polos and khakis is the bar dress code,” He smirked putting his phone down and going to his side of the closet to look through the shirts he brought. He glanced back at her and stopped skimming through his shirts. He wished she didn’t look so incredible, how was he supposed to spend the night away from her when she looked like that.
He looked her over his eyes moving slowly taking in every detail, “You look unreal,” he said once he met her eyes.
Lola gave him a shy smile as a blush creeped up her neck, “Thank you, and uh you should just wear a button up and some black pants. Casual but nice.”
He just nodded his head only half paying attention. Rafe couldn’t concentrate when she was standing across the room looking like his future wife. He snapped out of his thoughts at the word wife. She was really doing something to him if he was thinking about marriage. He looked through his shirts and decided on a green jacket and black carhartt pants. Grabbing his clothes he went back into the bathroom to change.
Lola felt like she could breathe again. Having to watch the muscles in his back flex as he grabbed his shirt was too much. Especially since his skin was sun kissed from the day before she just wanted to run her hands all over him. He walked out of the bathroom and she clenched her fists. He smiled at her and she smiled back.
“You look handsome,” Lola said as she started to think about all the women that would get to see Rafe tonight. Jealousy took over her as she thought about how she couldn’t be by his side all night to show people that he was with her.
“Thank you sweetheart.” She was going to kill him.
“Alright lets go,” She sighed and began walking out the door.
“I’m not going go drink tonight so I can drop you off and even pick you up,” Rafe said following behind her.
“Okay, you decided on not drinking?”
“Yeah I just don’t really feel like being drunk with a bunch of people I don’t know. I also want to make sure you’re safe,” He shrugged and opened the front door for her.
Lola turned to him before walking out the door. Standing almost toe to toe, he was much taller than her. She was feeling intimidated but she tried her best not to show it. But like always he could read her so easily. He could see the her fingers twitch and her breathing pick up a little more.
“You’re kind of frustrating Mr. Cameron,” She said with a sigh, her eyes squinting teasingly at him.
“What am I doing?” He asked pretending to be clueless.
She ignored him not wanting to answer him, “Come on we can’t be late.”
The drive there was comfortable quiet. The tense atmosphere from earlier now gone. Rafe pulled into a parking lot on the main street and parking. He had been struggling since he first saw Lola. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
There were a lot of people on the main street going to the different shops, restaurants, and bars. It was a popular area in the summer. Rafe walked around her to walk on the side closest to the street, and hgrabbed her hand so he wouldn’t lose her in the throngs of people.
“Where are we going?” He asked her following her lead.
“The girls are going to Porter’s and the guys are going to Birdie’s. Porter’s is right there,” She pointed at a bar a few shops down, “And then Birdies is across the street.” She pointed at another bar on the other side of the street.
“Ah so we’re close to each other,” Rafe smirked liking the idea that she’d be close by in case she needed anything.
“Mhmm I think all the girls are there already.”
“If you want to leave early for any reason call me okay? I’ll be right over,” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“Okay Rafe,” She smiled. Once they got to the front of the bar the bridesmaids immediately spotted them since they were all sitting on the patio out front.
“My favorite couple!” Penny shouted as she saw the pair walk up.
“Took you guys long enough. I wonder what you guys were doing that made you laaaate,” Tabitha said teasingly.
“Tabi!” Lola exclaimed.
Penny turned to Rafe, “Hurry and let your girl go so we can get drunk!”
“Alright alright,” Rafe said and turned Lola to face him. He cupped her cheek, “call if you need anything. Have fun and be safe.”
“Always,” She said breathlessly because his eyes kept going down to her lips. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t be more excited.
Rafe leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips, he didn’t want to do too much since they were in public but he wanted to show everyone that this was his girl. He pulled away only to go in one more time, she smiled against his lips.
“Rafe,” She laughed pushing him away playfully.
“Sorry babe couldn’t help myself,” He shrugged with a lopsided smile that made her want to kiss him a million more times.
“I’ll see you later,” She squeezed his hand before pulling away to walk onto the patio.
“Bye,” He waved at her and all the other girls who had been watching them.
“Byyye,” They all said in synch with laughs
Tabitha turned to Lola as she sat down next to her, “Girl that man is obsessed with you.”
“I really hope so,” She laughed. The girls not knowing the way she really meant it.
“Okay ladies lets drink!” Penny said clapping her hands, “Tonight in honor of me we’re having tequila!”
“This is going to be the best night!” Olivia laughed excitedly.
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Rafe arrived to the bar the guys were at, he walked inside and spotted the group around a table in the back. He walked over and Harry immediately spotted him.
“Rafe! Dude you made it,” Harry said getting up to greet him.
“Of course, just had to drop off Lola.” Rafe walked over to the empty seat between Mateo and Josh. Thomas say directly in front of him.
“Hey what’s up man,” Josh greeted followed by the rest of them Thomas only nodding at Rafe to not some completely rude. Rafe found it amusing how much he pissed Thomas off. He liked it.
“I’m gonna go get another round. What are you drinking Rafe?” Josh asked him.
“uh just water, I’m driving tonight.”
“Shoulda ubered man.”
-
It was nearly midnight now and Rafe wanted to leave. He had bern having a good time for a while but now all the guys were pretty drunk and he just wanted to be with Lola. He hadn’t heard from her all night which he took as a good sign. The guys were playing pool now, some of the single grooms men were flirting with some women at the bar.
“You ever miss that?” Harry asked him as he lined up his stick with the white ball.
“What? Flirting?”
He nodded his head, “Yeah like picking up girls at bars.”
Rafe shook his head, “Not at all. I like Lola a lot.”
“I feel the same about Penny. Guess it’d be bad if I didn’t since we’re getting married,” He laughed patting Rafe on the back.
“You guys are sooo whipped,” Thomas laughed.
“And what about it?” Harry slurred.
Thomas shrugged his hooded eyes meeting Rafes, “The same boring girl forever? The same average pussy forever? noooo thanks.”
“I’m convinced you’ve never actually talked to a woman. I think you just like women who don’t like you,” Rafe shook his head with a smirk.
“Hey all girls love me. Look at me,” He stood straighter and smirked. Rafe wanted to hysterically laugh but he held it in. He started to feel a vibrating in his pocket. He pulled his phone out and saw Lola’s name across the screen.
“Saved by the bell,” He said before walking away to a quieter area, “Hello?”
“Rafeyyyy,” Lola sang on the other end of the line.
He shook his head with a fond smile on his lips, “This is him. What’s up sweetheart?”
“I’m ready to go Rafey. I wanna see you,” She said breathlessly.
For the last few hours the girls had moved to inside the bar where they drank too many shots of tequila and danced. Penny even did karaoke at some point. Lola was actually enjoying herself and she might have enjoyed it too much. She was definitely drunk by now which meant her plan to seduce Rafe sounds like a very good plan.
“God he’s just so hot,” Lola said her chin resting in her palms as she leaned on the bar. She was currently talking to the bartender and Tabitha.
“He is incredibly hot,” Tabitha agreed, “You should see him, he’s like one of those stone statues of the guys with the abs.”
Lola laughed loudly, “he does look like that. Beautiful. You know he’s a really good kisser.” Her brain started to get even fuzzier as she thought of the kisses from earlier.
“Call him girl, get your man.” Tabitha encouraged as shebsaw the look in her cousin’s eyes.
“I will,” That’s when she had decided to call him and let him take her home.
“You’re drunk huh?” He asked with a teasing tone.
She faked a gasp, “I would want to see you even if I weren’t drunk thank you very much. Especially when wow,” She sighed dreamily, “Especially when you look the way you do tonight.”
Rafe had quickly and quietly bid goodbye to the guys as he all but sprinted out of there to get Lola. He knew she was drunk and he didn’t want her to go outside by herself.
“I’m coming sweetheart, did you have fun?”
“Very much of it,” She smiled to herself.
“I’m outside now,” He as as he was getting closer.
She squealed, “Coming!” She hung up the phone and ran outside before Rafe could even made it to the walkway up to the bar doors.
She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him tightly, “Missed you.” Lola nuzzled her head into his neck breathing in the smell of his cologne.
“I missed you,” He had hugged her back and was stroking her hair with one of his hands, “Let’s get you home babe.”
“Kiss?” She asked looking up at him with those doe eyes. How could he say no? He was eager to do anything for her, to please her. He was there to fulfill all her needs how could he ever deny her?
“anything for you,” He mumbled leaning down and kissing her. He wanted it to be a soft kiss but when her fingers went into his hair and tugged him closer he couldn’t hold back. She kissed him hard and he was of course going to reciprocate. Their lips moved together in perfect synch yet a little messily. She wanted him and it wasn’t just because she was drunk.
Rafe was reminded of what she had been doing earlier when he started tasting the tequila on her tongue. He pulled away and kissed one more time softly, “Let’s go home.”
She nodded her head in a dizzy trance. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Lola wrapped her arms around his waist and happily hummed. She was practically leaning her whole body weight on him and it wasn’t even phasing him.
“So how many shots did you take huh?”
“Ohhhh just a few. And a couple tequila sodas.” She laughed.
They reached his car and he helped get her in, making sure she didn’t hit her head. He buckled her in, she just watched him with a dopey smile. Rafe jogged over to his side.
The ride was once again filled with comfortable silence. Mostly because Lola had fallen asleep. Rafe heard her light snores and smiled to himself. Once they got back to the house Rafe rushed over to get her. He ended up having to find her house key and then carry her inside.
He was glad he didn’t drink tonight because he gets to spend the night taking care of Lola. Once he’s walking through their bedroom door the girl in his arms starts stirring awake. He laid her down on the bed as she opened her eyes. Squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.
“Rafe you brought me up,” She mumbled and sat up on the bed. The sleep had sobered her up a bit. Enough to remember to take her makeup off and brush her teeth.
“Of course I did. You need anything?” He sat next to her rubbing her back.
“I’m gonna wash my face,” She mumbled rubbing her eyes, “Can you get me water and ibuprofen please. It’s in the cupboard on the left of the fridge.”
“I’ll be back,” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her head. He went downstairs to get whatever she needed. Rafe also took it upon himself to make her a grilled cheese and bacon knowing she hadn’t eaten since earlier in the day. The greasy food will help her feel better in the morning.
Lola washed her face and brushed her teeth. Feeling more sober and clean. She hadn’t drank that much in a while and now that she was older it hit her harder and worse. She went to her dresser to look for pajamas. Her eyes lit up when they came across the small floral tank top and matching boy short underwear. They were long enough to be considered very short sleep shorts. The part of her brain that was still a little drink was screaming at her to pick that set.
Her plan from earlier coming back to her. She didn’t think twice and grabbed them going to change. Lola looked like she was barely wearing any clothes, just what she wanted. If Rafe felt something for her then he would make a move on her or not reject her if she tried first. And she was almost positive that he did feel something for her. She fixed her hair a bit and put on some more lotion and deodorant.
“I brought you food too,” Rafe said as he entered the room. When she heard him shut the door she stepped out of the bathroom.
He looked up at her and froze. There she was standing in front of him in practically nothing. His hands were itching to touch her. The curves of her body and her pretty bare face were doing too much to him.
He cleared his throat and looked away going back to pulling the covers back, “I uh made you a grilled cheese and some bacon.” He motioned to the food on her nightstand. She smiled at him and mumbled a thanks. Lola walked over to her side and sat on the bed.
As she ate Rafe put on a movie for her before he went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. While he was gone Lola was giving herself a pep talk. She could do this, she’s almost 100% sure that he won’t reject her. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She quickly finished her food before he came out and got herself ready adjusting her pajamas and her fixing her hair.
He stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but sweatpants. Lola took a deep breath as he sat down next to her.
“You feel better?” He asked looking over at her.
“Yeah I am, thanks for the food.” She turned to lay on her side, holding up her head on her hand.
He mimicked her position, “You’re welcome, how did your night go?”
“Hmmm it was good. The girls are crazy. I miss you though wish I had you by my side,” She said trying to give him her best puppy dog eyes.
Rafe swallowed hard, “Yeah? I missed you. What’s tomorrow’s plan?”
She shuffled closer to him, “Tomorrow we have family brunch and then rehearsal dinner. Then it’s the big day.”
He reached forward and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, “Easy last couple days then.”
She sighed deeply, “mhmm can I ask you a question?”
“Always.”
“So do you make all your clients feel like this?”
He tilted his head questioningly, “Like how?”
She shrugged looking at the white sheets under her, “Like they’re the only girl in the world.”
Rafe’s heart had started to pick up speed the closer she got. He didn’t know what game she was playing but it was a very dangerous one. He looked at the tv afraid that if he looked at her any longer he would do something he would regret.
“I think I like only making you feel that way,” He mumbled as he continued watching the movie.
“Rafe?” Lola asked in whisper.
“Yeah?” He finally turned to her and she was a lot closer than before.
Instead of answering him she cupped his face and leaned in kissing him softly. Slightly hesitant in case he didn’t want this, but then he cupped her face and pulled her in harder. She sighed satisfied with his response. Rafe felt like his lungs were going to explode, she was so suffocating in the best way. He grabbed her thigh and pulled it so that she was now on top of him. The very minimal clothes they had on made them be even closer.
Lola tugged on his hair as she arched her back slightly to get closer to him. Rafe ran his hands all over her, touching wherever her could. This was much better than he imagined. Yes they’d kissed a few times but it was never just them and it wasn’t like this.
When Rafe’s lips moved down to her neck he came to a realization. She had been drinking earlier and he’s pretty sure she’s at least tipsy still. He pulled away gently resting his forehead against hers.
He cleared his throat and quietly spoke up, “Sweetheart I can’t.”
Lola pulled away a little. Confusion taking over her features, “I-I thought you..” Her face flushed in humiliation. Had he read his body language wrong? Had she interrupted his words wrong?
“No no Lola I want to, but you’ve been drinking and I think you should be sober. I don’t sleep with drunk women,” Rafe tried to reassure but his last sentence made her nauseous.
She sat back farther, “But it’s me Rafe. It’s not some random client that paid for you.”
Rafe laughed softly not really reading the tension in the room. He thought she was just messing around, “Babe you paid for me.”
Lola rolled her eyes and got off of him, “Yeah you’re right, I’m really tired.”
“Lola,” Rafe said knowing something was wrong.
“Rafe I’m tired can we just not,” She mumbled as she tucked herself under the covers. Her back towards him so he couldn’t see her biting her quivering lip. Had Rafe just been doing all of this and acting this way because it was his job? She couldn’t blame him but Lola swore she saw something between them for just a split second.
Rafe watched her for a few seconds before turning off the lights and laying back. He had fucked it up somehow and he was going to do everything possible to make it up to her.
He had to fix it.
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Harry Potter is a Brand
(long post)
So I never understood why Harry Potter was so popular when I was growing up, being honest I always thought about it as a pretty average book it wasn't very original or groundbreaking, my theory was always that harry Potter popularity was tied to the successful movie franchise it created.
But this explanation wasn't great either, yesterday I watched a video (the consumerist dystopia of harry Potter) and it just explained why Harry Potter was so popular but also why we probably won't have a new harry Potter
Harry Potter is a brand, not a book, but a brand.
To explain this I will use Percy Jackson as an example, Both Percy Jackson and Harry Potter were released close to one another with the same public in mind children and teenagers but despite it's similarities between them Harry Potter went down to history as "THE" 2000s children's book series while Percy was it's less popular cousin for weirder kids, the more of the underground option.
And the reason for that it's because Percy Jackson was not a marketable media.
Think about it what can you sell about Percy Jackson, we have the camp half blood tshirts (single design orange shirts with a pegasus print) the camp bead necklace (leather necklace with normal beads) no parent will be that comfortable buying their kids a imitation of a bronze sword,or knifes, or shields, the only other marketable objects are Percy's pen (described as a normal ballpoint pen) Anabeth's invisibility hat(normal Yankee hat) Luke's winged shoes(converses) and That's pretty much it, of course one could sell specific cabins t-shirts but it's both not book accurate and also there's twelve of them.
Percy Jackson doesn't have symbols like harry Potter does
Now compare this to harry Potter where any object has a magical version, a expensive magical version, they aren't just jelly beans they are magical jelly beans with gross flavors so is also a gimmick toy, the chocolate frogs aren't just chocolate they come with collectibles like a kinderegg, they don't use pen they use feathers, harry don't fly in a average broom it's a special broom with golden letters and a fucked up handle, and wands that can be sold as the most unconfortable to use pens, and potions bottles that can be used to sell perfume, and symbols, the deathly hallows, Harry's scar,the death eaters symbol, they can be used in anything, necklaces prints patches.
And of course the biggest cash cow of them all the houses, special little color coded factions that not only are extremely present in the books but also are a way to express how you want to be perceived, red and gold lions if you want to be perceived as brave, light grey and blue crows for the intelligent ones, black and yellow badgers for the friendly ones and silver and green snakes for the bad boys.
You can put those colors in almost anything and sell it, not just book accurate uniforms scarfs and robes, any piece of clothing in general and shoes, backpacks, bags, Sandals, nail polish, special edition of the books, eyeshadow palettes, school books,planners.
I live in a touristic town, we have a railroad and some palace looking hotels and years ago some guy just make a of brand harry Potter experience, basically middle class kids can pay for a weekend in this hotel that looks like any other hotel in town but because they put around colorful flags, you can arrive via the very old normal looking railroad, and they are separated by the colors and you can participate in cringe quidditch roleplay (running around a field with a broom between your legs) he rips those suckers of hundreds just for the vague idea of Hogwarts houses
And this is the real magic of Harry Potter, while in Percy Jackson magic takes the form of average things for plot reasons and therefore aren't really appealing to sell, in harry Potter average things get a magical expensive version that you can buy for your full harry Potter experience.
And this is also why we will not see something like harry Potter again, even the most popular books these days arent as marketable as harry Potter was, you can seel clothes with symbols of your new series, flags and what not, and maybe action figures but you can't monetize every aspect of it like Rowling did
This of course without talking about the toys, toy wands, brooms, collectable dolls etc
Because Harry Potter is also very family friendly for anyone ages 0 to 100 can have harry Potter merch, house themed baby clothes and full nurseries based on the houses, toys plenty of them, uniforms, fake acceptance letters, wands specific wands, a theme park of consumerist nightmare where you can enjoy fake magical beer and buy plushies of real not magical animals or just the houses animals plushies with scarfs, a wedding/sweet sixteen/quincianera all themed around this book.
Game of thrones made a lot of money with the westeros houses merch but it's mostly clothes for adults they can't seel a lot of toys or children merch based on the murder, incest, rape book series and tv show
Bridgerton have special themed balls and that's it
And with many modern fantasy books focusing on being gritty gloomy and adult they can't also sell as well as Harry Potter did
So at the end of the day Harry Potter was never really a book, it's a marketing strategy, a trendy aesthetic and it's a good one, and it was always supposed to be one.
And this makes me think about the concept of "I can't give up harry Potter" people because it makes me wander do people really miss Harry Potter a pretty average book with not a very original concept (hero's journey+Magic school a thing that was already done+British rich kids boarding school) or do they miss the rush of serotonin of buying and consuming more and more merch about this series about having their whole aesthetic based on those books.
And maybe this is why I personally never felt as connected to harry Potter, and when Rowling fucked up I could so easily drop it, as a broke kid in a third world country harry Potter was a tease to me, like any toy brand it was a torture really, I wanted those things I wanted the wands and the robes and the scarfs and the jelly beans, and I was so jealous of this girl on class who had a personalized hogwarts letter and I couldn't avoid feeling like I would be"less of a fan" because I didn't owned anything Slytherin themed and I never even got to buy the books (read them by the library)
So in the end looking back maybe this was the answer why despite how many other bookish people I knew talked so much about this book when I really sat down to read it, it felt lacking, because once you strip away the Hogwarts roleplay the merch the personalized houses the color coding and the magical world you can buy, the magical world brand.
Harry Potter it's just a average book.
#anti jk rowling#anti Harry Potter#Harry Potter#is it a magical world#or just capitalism#what stage of capitalism is#to cosplay british boarding schools?#jk rowling#its interesting#to look back at it
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part ii.i: the stars have fallen asleep
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pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader, soobin x fem!reader, platonic ot5 x fem! reader
genre: angst, fantasy, fluff - adaptation of an interpretation of the txt storyline
section soundtrack: link
word count: ~17k
chapter warnings: if anyone gets mad for the use of soccer instead of football, pls take it out on my americanized school system. also talks of cheating
a/n: endless thanks to @pastelsicheng whose help i couldn’t do this without ❤️ also thank you for waiting!! it’s been a hectic few months lol
Save him.
The voice echoed throughout the darkness, like a hand reaching out from above while you’re drowning.
Save him.
It repeated, yet the voice was like a skipping rock - bouncing forward, reverberating and echoing. Regardless, the voice was dainty, fragile; almost inhuman, almost ethereal. As if it was a guardian angel guiding you through the voice inside your head.
Save hi-
With your blaring phone alarm going off on your bedside table, you were startled awake - drenched in sweat. All you had to do now was find a way to calm your poor heart down. As if your hand was the cure, you rested it against your heart. Even the metal chain of your pearl necklace, which got caught underneath your palm, was a source of comfort.
In its essence, the dream - or well, nightmare - wasn’t new. Yet today, the details varied more than it regularly does. Since you were eleven, the same dream has recurred every full moon; a voice echoing around you, an outstretched hand from the darkness, mismatched eyes hidden within the depths of a forest. At eleven, you thought this was just a result of watching your first horror movie. It did make sense - the visuals of your nightmare accompanied by the sensation of being trapped by a pair of hands desperately clasping around your ankles dragging you into the ground was quite reminiscent of the plot of the movie.
But last night? The hands weren’t dragging you to the ground and instead, only held you in place. It felt oddly safe, as if they were protecting you from whatever being owns those mismatched eyes. Moreover, you weren’t alone. Instead, you saw five silhouettes - three running, one standing still, and one crashing to the ground. This was also the first time the voice told you to do something, not just some vague nonsensical advice you swear was your subconscious misquoting some bullshit from Harry Potter, Hunger Games, or hell, even Kung Fu Panda.
More specifically, the voice was telling you to save someone.
But who?
You glanced back at your phone, the alarm still blaring beside you as the haze of your vision disappeared. Pressing the snooze button, the date displayed on your phone only brought you misery. The sudden influx of notifications from your friend group complaining about the uniforms was the final nail in the coffin.
First day of school. “Can’t believe I’m a sophomore already.”
Your parents swear it was just yesterday you were in elementary school, sitting in Mrs. Kwon’s room - staring at the alphabet on the whiteboard. You would like to believe you vaguely remember it yourself, although you have to admit you can only recall one story; a boy in art class who dunked his hair into a pot of paint (instead of his hands) for his hand (well, head) print. It was an unclear memory - bits and pieces lost to the passages of time, but your parents always said you were best friends with the boy; always walking out of school together, hand in hand.
From downstairs, you hear your mom calling. “Come eat breakfast! You have to leave soon, or you’ll be late!”
An unfortunate but currently unchangeable fact of life is that you live quite far away from the school. From your knowledge, not many students live too far off from Hyejijum High. Most live in the area; whether it be just around the corner or a ten minute walk. For you, the journey - shortened significantly thanks to the train - could take up to an hour and a half. On average, the train trip takes about forty five to fifty minutes.
Your route? Two blocks down the road, take the left at Choi’s convenience and bakery, and then continue straight until the train station is in sight. Annoyingly, you still have to turn a corner after that as the station only has one entrance and exit. But, it's the price you pay for a quiet night life, less traffic on the roads, and a super safe suburb. From the train, wait five stops and you’re essentially just outside Hyejijum High.
The route initially seemed impossible to memorise, too many smaller details that will get lost in sleepiness. However, now it's practically your muscle memory.
Earphones blasting whatever music was on your Spotify Daily Mix, you were mentally preparing to get back to school.
gorgeous gorgeous girls
lia: we just got to school and it's SO different this year
yeji: she’s exaggerating haha the toilets are just nicer
lia: automatic faucets!!!
y/n: lmaoooo ofc lia would fangirl over faucets
karina: is @lia still able to meet before class starts?
lia: should be!!
ryu: just woke up, will be there a bit late lol
After two whole months of summer where some of your friends were out of town, you can finally be all together again. Due to having family abroad, Lia had left while Karina was travelling. In that time, you got much closer to Ryujin than you initially expected. In fact, both your families came together for dinners in response to how much time you two were spending together. She was with you when your parents would ask you what you wanted to do in the future, who you wanted to be. A question to which the answer was still so far from your grasp, and Ryujin provided (extremely) appreciated relief when she admitted confusion too.
For now, your answers were based on your elective choice; biology and chemistry.
Upon the sight of your favourite landmark, you knew you were almost at the train station. Should I get something? Choi’s bakery was the staple in your neighbourhood. Everyone knew it, loved it, relished it. Each and every product was mouthwatering, from their most intricate baked goods to even their most basic loaf of bread. You remember how when you would go to the middle school in your neighbourhood, your snack breaks would purely be some sort of pastry from Choi’s.
Your internal debate was soon interrupted by a voice breaking through the music playing from your earphones. “Hi, sorry, excuse me?” Taking off one earphone, you smiled at the awkward boy in front of you. Tall, for sure. He looks familiar, however, in your suburb? Everyone has seen each other at least once. “Do you go to Hyejijum High?”
The question, if asked on another day, would’ve been creepy. Most people in the town go to the suburb’s high school, staying within the area. If a stranger comes up to you and asks you if you attend a school that isn’t common for children in your area? That would be a bit freaky. However, you knew why he got the suspicion: you were wearing the famous Hyejijum High uniform. Honestly, you’re assuming he asked so he doesn’t look creepy compared to if he just (even correctly) assumed you were going there.
“Uh, yeah! Do you?” Again, a question with an obvious answer. While you may be wearing the Hyejijum female attire - a white button up, the navy blue vest and gold crest, and a school skirt- he was wearing the same but with the uniform pants.
He nodded. “Do you mind if I ask you how to get there?”
A new student, the realisation dawned on you. You remembered your first day as a freshman last year; you were in the same position as him now. Awkwardly approaching someone wearing a similar uniform at the train station, all you wanted to do was clarify your train stop. Upon arriving at the school, you learnt you asked the school’s ‘it’ boy Yeonjun. How did you know? As soon as you arrived, a crowd flocked around him. It was especially impressive, considering he was only a sophomore then.
Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating about the crowd - but it was surely more than ten people who rushed to his side as he got off the train. Based on your extensive knowledge of TV and Film stereotypes of ‘popular kids’, you can definitely tell he meets all the requirements - except the one of being a dick. He was lovely to you, making small talk throughout the train ride, but after learning he was an ‘it boy’, you refused to make eye contact with him for the rest of the year (even when he tried to wave hi).
“Oh, you can come with me if you like!” You invited, now taking off your earphones completely and stuffing them into your pocket. I really appreciated when Yeonjun offered the same, you remembered, I should do the same. “My name is Y/N, by the way. What’s yours?”
The boy smiled wide and gratefully, “I’m Kai! I’m a freshman so I may just be a tad bit lost.”
“Just a tad?” You teased, now walking past Choi’s bakery without getting any of their delicious treats. Almost immediately, you regretted teasing him as his face turned pink. Regardless, he laughed loudly. His laugh was particularly special; it was loud and fun. It’s a good laugh, you decided - smiling to yourself. “I was the same though, don’t worry about it.”
You felt an odd and overwhelming urge to protect him. Why? I just met him. Sure, he was cute in a playful way - you wanted to hug him and squish his cheeks. But why does he feel familiar? And not just in a passerby sort of way? Maybe you knew him from your childhood…or even a past life, if you believe in that. “What year are you?”
“Just a year above you.” He nodded thoughtfully at your answer. “May I see your schedule? Who’s your homeroom?”
The two of you slowed down so that he could shuffle around in search of his phone. As the ‘epitome’ of modern education in your greater area (as seen by the automatic faucets, obviously), the school has moved towards turning everything but teaching online. “Someone named….Mrs. Ho? Do you know her? Did I say her name correctly?”
You grinned. Mrs. Ho, or as she prefers Mrs. J, was your homeroom teacher too. Even if she wasn’t your homeroom, she is the guidance counsellor for freshmen that every student loves (but every parent hates due to her absolutely unrestricted candour). Having her as a homeroom teacher? Kai is one absolutely lucky student, especially when you hear horror stories of other homeroom teachers like Mr. Sooman. “She prefers Mrs. J, and she’s absolutely great. She was my homeroom teacher too.”
Relief washed upon Kai’s face. It was evident how nervous he was; from his shaking and fumbling hands, his tense demeanour, and how his voice seemed quiet and uncertain (unlike his boisterous laugh). “Oh, and just to check, am I allowed to wear necklaces with the uniform? I heard from a friend that the school is super strict with its dress code.”
You heard those rumours too. To be honest, it is quite true. Hyejijum High bans wearing clothes that are not from their uniform or merchandise shop during school hours. There were also restrictions on hair colour, hair length (especially for boys), and hair styles. However, their only rules against accessories were no rings and nothing inappropriate.
“Yeah, absolutely. Look.” You pulled out your necklace that was tucked underneath your button-up. It wasn’t that you were hiding it, it’s more like it got underneath your shirt as you got dressed.
However, the action received a different reception than you expected. “No way!” Kai reached for his own neck, taking out his own necklace. “That looks like mine!”
Surely enough, he was right. Normally, this isn’t something too surprising - you’d just assume you shopped at the same stores. Considering the fact that the necklace was basically a pearl on a metal chain, it doesn’t get more common than that. However, it’s all about the details.
Both of your pearls seem to be opaque in its lack of opacity. In a way, you feel like you can see through it; yet what you see is definitely not in front of you - as if it was a portal to another world. It was mesmerising, almost enchanting. Both pearls have swirly designs, as if individual universes were existing in them. While Kai’s pearl was a beautiful shade of blue, yours was a deep green. Regardless of the spirals, it was clear the pearls weren’t painted and were naturally found like that. When you first met your friends last year, they asked to find their own versions - all stating to be so in love with the design. So you went on a search, and you came up with…nada, nulch, nothing.
You assumed the necklace was made using a specific practice or pattern that is no longer produced. Afterall, you were told this necklace came from your grandmother from her grandmother when they were just a little girl. You could never find replicas either. He vocalised the same thought; how a necklace relatively so simple is so rare to find.
“Maybe this is a sign we’re supposed to be friends.” He grinned, the two of you now returning to normal speed. His happiness when you (at the time jokingly) agreed was practically contagious.
If you remember correctly, Hyejijum High was constructed in the 1980s. Relatively new, yet the building remained brutalist in its design. It wasn’t unpleasant to look at; whoever designed it at least had the idea to add some colour. Known for its soccer team, Hyejijum High has an extensive sports program - highlighted by its humongous field, an indoor pool, and a series of courts and studios that annoy the students in the underfunded arts program.
At the sight of it, it was clear that Kai was intimidated as he started to hesitantly waddle towards the school. His eyes were as wide as an owl while he attempted to understand and make sense of everything happening around him.
“I know it’s a lot,” you sighed, also remembering how you were in a similar nervous state a year ago, “but you got this. Walking around the place will soon become second nature, promise.” Although you did say soon, you know it wouldn’t be within the next few weeks. With Hyejijum High’s endless hallways, it feels impossible to navigate. Although you can probably walk around and navigate, you definitely couldn’t be certain in giving directions. Ultimately, you decided to distract Kai from the bustling crowd of students going to their lockers. “Do you know anyone in your year yet?”
Your own eyes glossed over the crowd to find your own friends, however, you knew they would be in your usual meeting spot. “Yeah, I have one friend from my old middle school.”
“Which middle school did you go to?”
Kai’s grip around his backpack straps noticeably tightened as a group of girls bumped into his shoulder accidentally, the girls immediately apologising. “Do you know the one near the bakery? Choi’s?”
You nodded. It was the same middle school you had gone to. “Oh, why did you choose to come here?” Based on today, you can say that everyone but three students (yourself, and now Kai and his friend) from your middle school didn’t go to the high school in your immediate area.
He shrugged, “My mom got a flyer in the mail.”
“The flyer looks nice, Y/N!” Your mom exclaimed as you groaned about having to leave your friends, Chae and Winter. Admittedly, you can still see them outside of school hours - but it’s not the same. Who are they going to meet when you’re not with them? What inside jokes will you not be a part of?
“Is that really all your basing this move off?” You groaned, slamming your head into the wall (much to your own suffering).
Your dad sighed, “We’re still going to be in the village. We just think this school will be better for you. Even your guidance counsellor received a recommendation letter for you to go here.”
You rolled your eyes, “From who? Why do they have to recommend this place? Why didn't my guidance counsellor do it?”
“You should be really grateful, you know.” Your mom now tsk-ed, “You are getting a scholarship because of this recommendation letter from one of the city’s department of education officers…Mrs. Dae or something.”
Narrowing your eyes, you were beyond sceptical. “Why would they put so much focus and effort into one simple kid?”
“Hey!” Your father jumped in, now reaching out to hold your face in his hands, “You’re more than just a simple kid, you’re special. Honestly.”
Groaning, you stormed up to your room; locking yourself in (only to open the door when your mom called you for dinner).
“Where are you heading by the way? I can take you to your homeroom classroom or…”
Kai shook his head, interrupting you now, “I told my friend I’d meet him in the library. Do you know where that is? I don’t want to take up more of your time.”
“No, no, I’ll take you!” You offered, “Honestly, don’t hesitate to ask for help. Like you said, we’re destined to be friends.” The cheeky grin that came out during your conversation on the train reappeared. “Wait, pass me your phone.”
Inserting your contact details, you saved your phone number under ‘Y/N (Train)’. “In case you have any emergencies or questions or you just want to take the train with a friend, feel free to message me.” Under normal circumstances, you’d never do this. You weren’t often the person to introduce themselves or to invite others to future events. Even your friends here have introduced themselves to you first. Something about Kai just felt welcoming though, like you wanted to give him a hug - he looked like he could give the best hugs.
“You may be getting a lot of spam messages from me.” He laughed, “You really do not need to take me, if you have somewhere to be.”
You brushed it off, wanting to provide comfort to who seems to be (on first impression) a ball of sunshine. “It’s alright! What’s your friend's name? Did they mention which library?”
Unfortunately, the idea of multiple libraries seemed to shock Kai further. His shocked expression told you one thing though; he doesn’t know. How’d you expect him to know? “How about I’ll take you to the main one then, huh?”
Through walking with Kai to the main library (the other library’s only difference is the name), you got to learn more about him and his friend - Taehyun. The two have been friends since kindergarten, always partnered together for projects. Taehyun also lives in your area, however, he decided to come to school earlier than Kai wanted to understand the ‘lay of the land’. You also learned that Kai’s locker was 553 on the second floor; located in the hallway you decided to walk past (despite the additional two minutes) so that he knows where to put his stuff. Kai was also thinking of joining the band or orchestra, which you immediately responded to by saying you’d introduce him to your friend Lia.
Kai also got to learn more about you, although he mostly just suggested hanging out with him and Taehyun. “I think you’d like him,” he stated, “you two would get along I think.”
As much as you wanted to spend more time around Kai, you had to meet up with your friends. At this rate, Ryujin might already be there. Luckily, all that is left to reach the library is one more staircase.
The library was shared between the third floor and fourth floor. When you first got to school last year, you hid yourself away between he tall shelves - not really wanting to socialise with new people. You were super grateful that Yeji, Karina, Lia, and Ryujin introduced themselves to you. However, walking this way the first day of school makes you think about what you could’ve been doing if they hadn’t.
“Okay!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands and motioning to the double doors. “Here you go! It’s quite a maze in there, but I unfortunately have to go. Don’t ever hesitate to message, okay?” Based on your watch, classes start in ten minutes. You should be at the courtyard by now. Oh shoot, the realisation hit you, the student council meeting would’ve ended by now. “I’ll see you later!”
With the number of people you met and swore to meet again yet failed to, you can tell - and you hope - that you’ll see (or at least hear from) Kai again.
“Can’t believe I’m not the latest.” Lia teased, seeing you round the corner around the courtyard. “What were you doing? Did you miss the earlier train?”
Shrugging, you planted yourself between Yeji and Ryujin, “I was helping a new student around. They seemed nice!” Your friends raised their eyebrows suggestively, implying that this new student would be a new crush. “Not in that way!” You quickly objected, “He’s younger than us, he feels a bit like a younger brother.”
“Oof,” Ryujin jokingly grunts, “brother zoned before school even starts.”
Rushing to change topics, you turned your attention to Lia. “How was the student council meeting?”
“Not too interesting,” Lia started, taking a bite of what you can only assume is an apple that was supposed to be part of her breakfast, “but we started to discuss some events for this year. How do you feel about a formal? Or a carnival?”
Before anyone could respond, she interrupted the conversation she initiated. “Wait, don’t be late to the assembly today,” she directed her pointed stare at Ryujin - notorious for skipping the weekly assemblies altogether, “I’ll be making the opening remarks.”
“Of course I’d go,” Ryujin sing-songs, leaning towards Lia’s shoulder - before making a joking mocking face towards you, “for you!”
Karina perks up, “Does that mean Soobin will too?” Lia immediately nudged her to the side. Soobin was one of the student council representatives from your batch, and much to Lia’s dismay, is the subject of Karina’s infatuation.
“You know, you should just ask him out at this point,” Yeji started, although this conversation started to get filtered out while you scanned the courtyard.
Placed right next to the soccer field, you were quite surprised to see the soccer team already practising for the year. “Are you still thinking of joining the soccer team, Ryu?”
She ecstatically nodded, before motioning to Yeji and Karina - taking them out of their conversation. “Yeji and Karina will be my personal cheerleaders.”
“If I get into cheer, of course.” This will be Yeji’s first year while Karina joined last year in the second semester. All of you groaned at her response - Karina immediately reassured her, knowing so well that if the cheer team didn’t accept Yeji - they would be making the worst mistake of their life.
Lia asked, “When’s tryouts?”
Before Yeji or Karina could answer, a soccer ball came flying towards the table - knocking you directly on the top of your head, making you stumble slightly. The ball, after hitting your head, rebounded and bounced onto the wooden table - Ryu quickly grabbed it to prevent it from hitting anyone else.
An ‘apology’ in the form of a scream, followed by miscellaneous laughter, came from the distance.
“Are you okay?” Yeji quickly checked your head while Ryujin started to glare at the person who was sprinting over - their friend, laughing like a maniac, in tow. As of now, you can only assume he is the one at fault. You nodded at Yeji, watching as your friends passed you their water bottles to place against the pain. With the minor headache, you aimed your eyes at the wooden table - before ultimately closing your eyes.
The voice that got louder as he got closer seemed to be familiar. Was it from the dream tonight? It can’t be though, right? Maybe you’re going crazy from the ball hitting you too hard. Surely, that must be it. “I’m so sorry, oh my gosh.”
“It’s alright,” you started, not making eye-contact quite yet - trying to reduce the pain through limiting the amount of light entering your vision. “Just a mistake, right?”
Now that the initial shock has worn off, most of your friends are also laughing. Admittedly, you want to laugh too.
Ryujin, however, was eyeing the two who approached your group up and down. “Are you guys on the soccer team?” Although to the passerby, it sounds like an innocent question - you can hear the slight edge of annoyance in her voice as her free hand went to rest on your shoulder.
“Um, yeah.” One voice said hesitantly, the same voice who was profusely apologetic. The other, however, was quick to introduce himself.
“Yes! We got placed in the team last year. ” He answered cheerfully, “My name is Jeongin and this is my friend Beomgyu!” Beomgyu…you can assume he was the one who hit you.
“I’m assuming defence?” She returned the ball to the friend. Over the last academic year and this summer, you had learnt how to identify when Ryujin was annoyed. This judgement, you can presume, was her annoyance at their lack of aim on a Monday morning.
However, Jeongin doesn’t seem to pick up on this. You can’t blame him, Ryujin was really good at being subtle. “Offence actually!”
You decided to finally open your eyes, the pain finally subsiding. Turning around to find your attacker, you immediately made eye contact with soft brown eyes full of concern. You couldn’t deny you found him attractive; his features were rounded and welcoming - from his rounded lips and his heart shaped face. His eyes, however, felt magnetising. Why does it feel like I’ve seen these eyes before?
“Uh-hum,” Lia faked a cough, taking you out of your temporary trance. This is definitely going to be blackmail material, you thought - noticing the cheeky smirks on all of your friends’ faces. Thanks to this, you noticed his friend - snugly holding the ball underneath his arm - also wearing the same smirk, revelling in this moment too. You also noticed that Beomgyu wasn’t wearing a school uniform, instead donning a red sports jacket, white shirt, and black joggers. That certainly isn’t the soccer uniform either.
Pushing away any remaining pain, you smiled. “I’m all good, don’t worry.”
“This is Y/N, by the way!” Karina perked up, introducing yourself for you. To cover up the obvious attempt at being a wingman, Karina then introduced everyone else.
Let them leave, let them leave; a request that repeated like a mantra in your head, but it seemed like all your friends wanted to enjoy your misery.
Lia, who you thought would never want to purposely put you in situations you want to leave, joined in. “What year group are you guys in?” When will the bell ring?
Almost as if you had willed it to be, the bell did (finally) ring. The sound of the shrill alarm reaches even the furthest point of the olympic sized football field. “Oh shit, I have to change back into uniform before homeroom.” He looked back at you, before focusing his sight on the gravel floor, “I’m so sorry again.” With that, Beomgyu quickly escaped - his friend, still obviously enjoying this predicament, followed soon after.
While you focused on fixing your backpack (and waiting for Yeji as you two shared homeroom - which would be replacing the first thirty minutes of your first class for today and today only), you felt everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move.
“Oooh la la,” Yeji started, smirking as she threw her bag on, “first the new student and now a soccer player?” Even if you weren’t looking at her, you could hear her smug smile and wiggling brows.
Throwing her arm around you, Karina joins in. “I think we have a little heartbreaker over here!”
You glanced back up at that, jokingly shoving off her arm as you challenged her. “Oh really? How many confessions did you get for Valentine’s Day last year?”
If you hadn’t wanted to see your friends today, you would’ve found an excuse to stay at home. Like every first day that exists, today was purely an introduction of the expectations for the year. Teachers went on and on about the curriculum, assessments, classroom rules, and in all honesty? All of it was old information or information you can deal with when the time comes. For now, you really didn’t have to think of the exam at the end of the school year.
One new thing you learnt today is that whoever decided your schedule hates you. While you have been wanting to see the freshman and his friend - you didn’t even pass by him in the halls. But you know who you did pass by? Beomgyu. As if by a twist of fate, Beomgyu appeared in almost every corridor you had to go through - especially when you were going in between classes with your friends. Hell, he’s even in your physical education class with Ryujin.
Another thing you learnt today? Hyejijum High sends an unnecessary amount of emails to your school email. From at least three emails reminding you of the final assembly in place of homeroom for the first week to the cafeteria menu for the next month - you spent a majority of the day ignoring the redundant lectures on class expectations and instead, emptying your inbox.
One email, however, was very intriguing. The subject line caught your eye even before you could delete it.
SUBJECT: SPECIAL PILOT CLUB - EXCLUSIVE INVITATION, STAR SEEKERS
FROM: HYEJIJUM HIGH COUNSELING <[email protected]>
Hello!
Welcome to the new school year. All of you were selected to join STAR SEEKERS, an exclusive new society that will be test piloted this year. We heavily implore you to attend today’s first session after school in dance studio 4. Any pre-existing after school commitments have already been made aware of your absence today.
We look forward to seeing you today.
Location: The Dance Studio 4
Time: 3:30 PM to 5:30 PM.
Sincerely,
THE STAR SEEKERS SOCIETY
Is this some sort of astronomy club of sorts? You weren’t into astronomy, and even if you were - it would be weird for the guidance counsellors to be aware of it. Who else was chosen? The simple email only plagued your mind with questions, one after another. In a way, the vagueness piqued your interest. If this was some strange marketing technique, it certainly was working. I can always peep my head in, you decided, and leave if I hate it.
So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise class ended until Yeji started putting her stuff away. “Ready for assembly?” Like you, Yeji opted for the science pathway - deciding that she can go onto personal training in the future, so biology from science would help her in understanding movements in dance.
Nodding, you fumbled to put your laptop away. “Have you heard of anything called The Star Seekers before?”
While Yeji wasn’t on the student council, she practically knew everything that was going on at the school. You and Ryujin joke about her being the unofficial school spirit squad as you’re certain everyone knew who she was. If she was an upperclassman, she’d likely be in the same ‘it’ group as Yeonjun.
However, your usual informant seemed to be as lost as you. “No, is it a new astronomy club or a Dungeons and Dragons sort of thing?” She tilted her head, probing you for the same information you were trying to learn from her. I guess she didn’t get the email, you realised as you heard her repeat the name quietly as if it was foreign on her tongue.
“Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s see Lia shine?” You changed the topic, now ready to join the students exiting the lab.
“And see Karina be lovesick.” Yeji pretended to gag, “I used to be upset we weren’t all in the same homeroom, but I’m so glad she isn’t in our homeroom now.” You laughed, agreeing. If she was in your homeroom, she’d spend every Monday from 2:30 to 3:00 working up the courage to talk to Soobin.
Though your friend and her crush are now the topic of conversation, this ‘club’ still lingers in the back of your mind. Sure, conversation with Yeji always helps you take your mind off things - but there was certainly no way that could’ve been junk mail. The voice inside your head wanting you to check it out, to see if it’s legitimate came back - however, this time it wasn’t your voice. It was the voice from your nightmare.
Assembly flew past in a flash, although you have to thank Ryujin for that. Surprisingly, Ryujin was at the assembly hall early. With her early access, she threw her school and soccer bags over five seats - essentially reserving them for the four of you (Lia would have to sit in the front row) and Chaewon (Ryujin’s soccer friend who quickly also became a good friend of yours too). Granted, while Ryujin claims her teacher let her out early: you heard from Chaewon that it was because she slipped out before her class ended. You would like to believe Ryujin’s story more.
While their company and Lia’s five minutes of fame made the assembly some sort of enjoyable, you're unfortunately now forced to wait on campus without their presence. Like 99.99% of the school (the .01% being you, Kai, and his friend), your friends live nearby and could easily go home as soon as the bell rings. You, unfortunately, have to wait for the train scheduled every 30 minutes… or wait for the bus, which would be an even longer commute. Another inconvenient truth is that they all had lives outside of your friendship; Lia was part of the band, Ryujin and Chaewon played soccer, and Karina and Yeji were part (or, well, trying to be a part) of the cheer team.
So here you sat, alone, at your usual table in the courtyard. Despite the familiarity and comfort (and some false sense of ownership of the spot), you were prepared to duck at any sign of a soccer ball flying towards you - especially as the prospective soccer players lined up for tryouts. You spotted Beomgyu in the bunch, lined up with his friend. While looking around, you swore he made eye contact with you - leading to you quickly turning away.
Time is weird, you decided as the courtyard clock designed to let students know when class starts only gave you misery. What felt like a minute ago, you were leaving assembly at 3:00 and walking with your friends to their respective extracurriculars. Now, at the courtyard, the clock told you it was 3:14. Since 3:14, it felt like 15 minutes had passed - yet it’s only 3:15.
What can I do to pass the time? You searched your immediate area, your eyes landing on the same ones from this morning. Oh, so he is on the soccer team. Now wearing the soccer team jersey - an honour previous team members would have among those trying outs, you spot Beomgyu in the group huddle….although, his attention appeared to be on you.
Heart beating loudly, your eyes darted down to your phone. I definitely wasn’t looking, you defended internally, texting your group chat.
To: gorgeous gorgeous girls
good luck girlies!! (as if you need it) - let us know how it goes <3 currently praying that the star seekers thing isn’t as cult-like as it sounds
There’s only so much you can text to people who are currently preoccupied with tryouts and other activities. Unfortunately, despite your proximity - you were unable to watch Ryujin prepare for hers. As the male soccer team uses the left side of the field, the female team has taken over the right. Consequently, if you dare try to watch and support Ryujin you could either cross the field (and risk getting hit by yet another ball) or watch from a distance (and look like a creeper on Beomgyu).
Yeah, no. Your friends already have enough ammunition off that one interaction, you don’t want to give them another reason. Turning your attention to your phone, you decided to try again in researching Star Seekers. If they wanted to test-pilot at the club here, it must be somewhere else.
No results.
What on earth did you get signed up for?
Well…more like, who thought of you as a potential member for this club?
But most importantly, why are you so compelled to go?
Located on the top floor, just besides the tennis court, was the dance studio. You knew the way here quite well; Karina and Yeji often dragged your group to their personal dance rehearsals during lunch periods. Likewise, the layout was as you remembered it; a computer tucked away in the back of the room, one wall of pure mirrors, dance bars, and gym mat flooring.
You dropped your bag on one of the benches lined up against the wall before sliding down next to it. No one else was here yet, but then again - you were seven minutes early. Who would even come? Who met the criteria to even be invited? Who is the supervisor?
Endless questions, but you knew they all would - or at least, should - be answered soon.
Seven minutes left, every second felt longer than the last. Scanning the room, you noticed a lack of preparation. Was this all a prank? If this ‘Star Seekers’ club is as boring or as sketchy as you currently think, you could always just leave early. That’s the one thought keeping you from freaking out. Otherwise, if I’m trapped here - my parents could always sue the school.
There wasn’t much you could do while waiting. For the first time in your life, you were annoyed you had no homework assigned. Instead, you decided to try and…find your inner peace? You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to pass the time; your friends were at their own clubs and if you had to read one more dumb post online about Little Miss Tax Invasion or whatever, you’d lose all your brain cells. I’ll just close my eyes, you decided. At least with your eyes shut, the pain from the fluorescent light is significantly reduced.
“Hello?” A voice broke through the silence, echoing off the walls. “Are you here for the Star Seekers?” Despite being initially startled, you were grateful to have someone here. Opening your eyes, you immediately spotted someone everyone in the school would know - still wearing his uniform with his student council pin on display.
Soobin was also chosen? What do the two of us have in common? Is it a year group thing? You tried to rationalise why on earth you were chosen to be in the same club as the school’s favourite soft boy. What you didn’t realise is that this trail of thoughts made you stare at Soobin, wordlessly. “Hello?” He asked again, getting your attention.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” You stood up from your seat, brushing your palms on your uniform skirt, “Yeah, I’m here for Star Seekers. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
He smiled, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Yeah, Lia’s friend - right?” You nodded, partly surprised he recognized you. “I’m Soobin Choi.” Cute. He must’ve known he didn’t have to introduce himself, especially considering that he had to speak in front of the whole school not even an hour ago.
“Please tell me that as a student council member, you have an idea about what this club is.” You sat back down, motioning to the spot beside you (the one that wasn’t occupied by your bag) - to which he quickly accepted.
Turning pink, it was clear that Soobin had no clue either. “I was just invited as well. I thought it could be a good experience. That, and if it’s a good club with a successful test pilot - maybe more people can join.”
Quirking your eyebrow, you looked him over. He, like you, decided to lean all the way on the wall - resting your back against the solid surface. The divots in the wall may be a bit uncomfortable, but it certainly was more comfortable than holding you back up straight. “Why do you think we were chosen?”
“Not sure,” he shrugged, “I had to tell my parents that I was staying later than usual at the last minute, so that’s not great.”
You snorted; of course, that’s what he’s worried about. Your parents are happy that you’re staying behind at school, looking for clubs or spending time with friends. Even if sometimes, staying late makes you arrive just in time for dinner. “Are your parents super strict?”
Soobin shook his head. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you were expecting; did he seem like he had strict parents? He certainly behaved more proper than a lot of people your age; he looked like he was taking good care of himself. You can tell that whoever his parents are would be proud to call him their son.
“Not necessarily,” Soobin commented. Shoot, his voice is truly calming too - not even when he’s just speaking for assembly. You’re starting to see why Karina’s crush on him was so intense. Of course, his voice is calming - you rationalised - he speaks at every assembly and you’ve had at least one conversation with him. “ I just help out at their shop every once in a while, and I live quite a bit away so it’ll take me longer to get back.”
Wait, Soobin…Choi? “Shop?” You asked.
“Um, I’m not sure if you heard of it. It’s like a local bakery in my suburb,” He smiled sheepishly, a small dimple poking out. “It’s called Choi’s Convenience and Bakery? We’re really known for…” Your jaw dropped before he completed his sentence.
“I love that place!” Leaning forward, your hand rested on his shoulder as disbelief took over. Someone else in your school live near you? And they happen to work at your favourite shop? You were even thinking of applying for a summer job there last year. “You sell the best pastries. I get breakfast there sometimes! I’ve never seen you around though?”
Soobin also seemed excited about this revelation, “Oh! I leave early.” He brushed off, and honestly - you don’t question it. Lia has to get to school half an hour earlier than you guys on Mondays - maybe he’s just adopted it as part of his routine. “Do you live in the area too? It’s like 40 minutes out. Not many students live there.”
“Do you know Kwangyuu Street?”
He eagerly nodded, “Yes! My aunt lives there!”
“I’m the fourth house down the street!” You started to chuckle, “You’re the first student here that I’ve met who also lives in the area.”
Soobin snickered, “Do you know that one TikTok sound?” Your brows furrowed. “The one that originated from Spongebob? It was like, if I had a nickel for every time that happened, then I'd have two nickels…” He trailed off, his eyes searching your face for any sense of recognition.
“It’s not a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice?” You tried to finish, to which he excitedly nodded. Okay, you can fully understand how Karina is heads over heels for him; something you admitted when Soobin ran his hand through his hair, revealing his full face that was always hidden behind bangs. There was no denying how cute he was; with his wide gleaming eyes and charming smile. “You don’t know anyone else from our area either?”
“Not really,” He grinned, happy to have found someone to trek with, “how about you?”
You search your brain, “Well, I know Yeonjun uses our train stop so I’m assuming he does - oh! And I met a kid today who -”
The door opened once more, causing you to glance at the clock. 3:32.
“Speak of the devil!” A whisper under your breath soon became a full exclamation as you jumped to your feet to welcome your new friend from earlier today. “Are you stalking me? I was just talking about you!”
Excited squeals filled the room; an unfortunate situation for Soobin and Kai’s acquaintance’s ears. “It’s you!” He hurriedly pulled you into a hug. Normally, you don’t hug people you meet the same day - but it felt safe with Kai. Who could deny him? Once the hug finished, he reached behind him - pulling someone into the room with him. “This is Taehyun!”
Have I seen him before? You have to assume you saw him in passing - maybe near Choi’s bakery, or maybe he just has one of those faces.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.” As much as you were happy to see the two of them, it meant one of your theories as to why you were all here was disproved. So the criteria wasn’t based on batch.
Taehyun’s mouth formed an O-shape as he realised who he was speaking to. “It’s nice to put a face to the name! Kai was telling me about you all day today.” His statement was quickly followed by an ow as Kai hit his shoulder. You, however, were curious. What was he saying? Hopefully all good things.
Kai seemed to notice this, quickly jumping in to explain. “I was saying you seemed really cool and how you knew someone in orchestra and band and how you give good vibes and…” Deciding to save him from rambling, you jumped in and thanked him for the compliments.
Saving Kai from any further embarrassment, Soobin quickly introduced himself. It was in this round of introductions that the door opened once more, revealing the same face you’ve been trying to avoid all day.
3:35.
The next face that appears is one that makes you want to groan. Why him? Of course, it is Beomgyu - the same boy from earlier. He’s wearing the soccer gear you just saw him wearing a while ago, his hair plaited with sweat across his forehead. “Hello!” He excitedly greeted, before his eyes lied on you. “Oh.”
You just nodded at his acknowledgement.
“My name is Soobin, and you are?”
“Beomgyu.”
As introductions were shared - yours was done as just a nicety, time started passing further. Why is it only five people? This is a small club. No one would be ten minutes late, right?
“You know, this is like the teacher rule thing.” Beomgyu started, changing the conversation from the small talk of how the first day was to the ticking of the clock that resounded throughout the room. “If a teacher is fifteen minutes late, you’re allowed to leave.”
Kai nodded; “I heard about that, but I feel like I always had luck with timings.” He hummed, “I’ve actually never been late to a class where the teacher has not been late either.”
“I heard that was a fake rule though,” Soobin added, “or at least an American one.”
“Do you reckon we should leave if no supervisor comes in?” You ask, trying to gauge what everyone was thinking. I mean, technically - they can’t hold us here forever.
Taehyun chipped in; “I mean, what else are we supposed to do right now? Anyone have homework?” Everyone shook their heads. It’s a collective understanding that if a teacher does assign work on the first day, then they’re assholes.
The door creaks open, silencing you all. Is it the supervisor? No, certainly not - the supervisor wouldn’t come in with echoes of laughter behind them. You could hear a pin drop in the silence within the room.
Oh god.
You were met with eyes you knew for a short period of time that you have since avoided; Yeonjun.
“Hey everyone!” A voice that you encountered almost a year ago today exactly; the voice that provided temporary comfort from your confusion. “Sorry for being late!” Despite scrambling to the seats, he still looked cool. Damn him. His apologies were halted by his observation; “Wait, is there even a supervisor here?” Everyone shook their heads, staring at him wordlessly. Yeonjun needs no introductions, of course. His eyes flicked over to yours, and you swear there was a sign of recognition. You certainly hope not.
So what even is the connection between you all?
“Um, should we talk until a supervisor comes?” Soobin stuttered out from beside you. Despite his confident facade on stage during assemblies, you now can see that underneath it all was a shy teenage boy uncertain of his voice. His sudden shyness makes him more endearing; the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, his ears turning slightly red. Cute. “What do you think this club is all about?”
Beomgyu, however, speaks over him - making his question unheard to those not next to him (aka, you and now Yeonjun). “I could’ve been playing soccer with the team. We have a game already in a few weeks.”
“Already?” Kai asked, shocked - Taehyun and him joining the conversation. You can see that this ignorance has caused Soobin to sink into himself, uncertain. However, you weren’t the only one who noticed this.
“What do you think this club is all about?” Yeonjun spoke loudly, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “Soobin-ah asked the question. What do you guys think?” As silence followed, he filled in the gaps. “I honestly have no clue. How about you? Y/N right?” How does Yeonjun know my name? The internal question seemed to be present on your face as Yeonjun quickly comments on how he remembers you from last year, before a quick and playful reprimanding for avoiding his waves.
You looked towards Soobin and Yeonjun; two pairs of eyes that are oddly comforting at this moment. “I initially thought it’d be an astronomy club, but wouldn’t it meet at night?”
The youngest in the room jumped in - “I’m a Leo! What are your signs?”
Taehyun smacked the top of his head lightly, “That’s astrology, not astronomy, dumbass.” Kai however insisted that everyone still answered. “Do you guys believe in astrology then?”
The eldest shrugs; “It doesn’t necessarily hurt to believe it, it’s always a bit of fun.”
Soobin smirks as he lets out a chuckle, “My zodiac sign says I’d be the life of the party, but I’m quite introverted.”
“I can’t tell that though,” Yeonjun smiled, nudging Soobin with his knee.
You added, “You have a very bright and calming presence, like…I feel like you would be a great party host.” Bashedly, Soobin smiled and thanked you. “Do you guys think you match your zodiac sign descriptions quite well?”
After a long conversation about zodiac signs, one that made you realise how you truly feel about the very controversial science, Beomgyu returned to the original topic. “It could be like a dungeons and dragons sort of club?”
Taehyun shook his head, “There’s already one.” In unison, both him and Soobin said the name; ‘the DnD Destroyers’.
It only continued. Silence was a rare sound for the next hour. Even without a supervisor, the conversation felt natural after a while - as if you knew each other for quite a while. Sure, you still tip-toed over some topics; uncertain about where comfort zones lie, but it felt like a solid friendship just started. Or, well, a good moment to look back. Unfortunately, like all things - the conversation must come to an end; a silence filling the room. Is it time to go? Maybe, but the question at the back of your brain is still left unanswered. Plus, it’s been enjoyable to be here; more enjoyable than you thought. Part of you wishes this would happen again, while another part wishes that time travel exists so you could return to this moment as you please.
As the group of you all collected your bags to head out, the final thought that’s been at the back of your brain was getting annoying - like an itch you couldn’t reach. “I’m so sorry if this sounds creepy, but I’m still trying to figure out why we’re all here and what this club is about.”
“I’m the same,” Taehyun added, “So far, I have a few theories?” He said it as a question, uncertain if you all wanted to hear it.
Yeonjun smiled encouragingly, “Go on then.”
“I think it has to be that we all live in the same suburb,” Taehyun started - making everyone turn around in revelation, “I’m saying this based off the fact that I live near Kai, and Kai mentioned how Y/N lives in our area, and I know that I see Soobin at Choi’s Bakery when I pick up pastries for my sister.”
That’s a good point, you turned to face Yeonjun and Beomgyu. “Not to sound creepy, but do you guys live near the Hybedosi station too?” Both of them nodded slowly. That must be the connection, you thought - certain that Taehyun was on the right track.
In actuality, Taehyun must be a kindred spirit as you relate to everything he’s saying. “I have done so much googling and research, and I haven’t found anything about this club at all.”
Kai snorted, “We spent thirty minutes before coming here in the library. He was looking for old yearbooks to try and find some hint of the club.”
“So it’s definitely not an international club, nor is it well-known,” Taehyun continued to talk, as if Kai hadn't spoken, “- so it must be like…some sort of way to connect us?”
Soobin agreed, nodding his head as he further elaborated. “This…like, lady came to one of our student council sessions and emphasised the importance of building smaller communities, so maybe one of the administration people decided this.”
“Isn’t it a breach of safety?” Beomgyu chimed in, “Like, or mishandling of personal information?”
Taehyun shook his head, “Technically, they haven’t given out the information beyond us. And even then, we deduced it.”
“Would you guys like to go back together then?” Kai invited, “And maybe we could even go to school together tomorrow? We can even grab breakfast at Choi’s.”
With the six of you agreeing to the plan - 6:30am at Choi’s tomorrow morning - you all headed to the trains, getting to know each other more. (And, something that will change up your routine - even just a little bit more - to look forward to tomorrow morning)
A MONTH LATER,
y/n: wru all wtf we’re gonna be late
Passengers walking into the train seemed to be taunting you. While you’re stuck at the platform, anxiously clicking the power button to take a peek at the time; curse them. You think back to a month ago when this problem wouldn’t have existed.
gyu: look behind you
You pushed yourself off the column you were leaning against, quickly turning to look behind you - your eyes trained on the ground until you fully turned. What? Ready to give these assholes a piece of your mind for making you all later than you’d like (and hate on Beomgyu for adamantly lying to you), your focus turned to your phone once more.
“Boo!” To say your heart temporarily stopped was an understatement. The sudden push that came from behind you - well, what was in front of you moments ago - startled you even more. Your phone slipped through your fingers, luckily caught last minute - but that alone only added to your fear.
“I literally hate you.” You groaned, your hand going to your heart as if it could calm it down.
Beomgyu smirked, before leaning against the same column you were minutes ago. “You have to admit, you’re impressed I’m here before Soobin.”
“That’s the definition of bare minimum.” Like a magnet, you buried your head into Beomgyu’s shoulder. Unfortunately, Beomgyu convinced you to stay up late calling last night - so getting out of bed today was especially miserable. It’s a miracle Beomgyu was as chipper as he normally is. “Soobin has to be here. He’s performing less than bare minimum.”
His hand went to rest in your hair, teasingly ruffling it as you complained against his shoulder. He couldn’t see your face - only could feel your persistent pout through the uniform vest - but he smiled. “Well, men are trash anyways.” With his other hand, he typed a private message to the school council member.
to soobs (private chat): if you’re still at the bakery, can you bring extra pastries for y/n??
Within an instance, Soobin responded:
soobs (private chat): already on my way there, but already on it.
“How are you so chipper this morning?” You pulled away, now resting so that your chin is on his shoulder and you’re looking up at his face. Cute; his hair was a bit more unruly than usual and his eyes a bit more dazed. The bags under his eyes were a bit more sunken than usual - probably something that you shared with him today - yet he still made your heart flutter.
He smirked, “Because I’m with you.” You fake-vomited, now pulling yourself off of him - immediately making him pull you back into his chest.
“That’s so cheesy.” He’s been playfully flirting with you for the last two weeks. It started after Yeonjun had asked him his best pick-up line, which happened to be the most cheesy thing you’ve heard (well, until now). It quite literally earned a visceral reaction from you, and Beomgyu seemed to make it his mission to make you react like that again.
“This is a public location, lovebirds.” Kai sang, sauntering towards you with Taehyun in tow. The two were direct neighbours and have been their whole lives, you had learnt soon after meeting them. “You shouldn’t be doing PDA out here.” His comment released Beomgyu’s grip on you, preventing him from pulling you back into his embrace.
You rolled your eyes. Beomgyu was not your boyfriend; something you had to remind your friends way too often that you would want to admit. The first time your friends realised you befriended the boy who could be arrested for ‘attempted manslaughter’ (Ryujin with her dramatics), the amount of teasing you got lasted for days.
“Where’s Soobs?” Taehyun asked, also expecting Soobin to be the first one here. “How long have you been here for?”
Time to make him feel guilty, you decided - planning to tease them. “Literally, I could’ve been at school already.” You were here before everyone else a maximum of five minutes before Beomgyu sauntered in, but they didn’t have to know that. Taehyun, however, never falling for your tricks - raised his brow interrogatively. And Taehyun being your favorite best boy (as you joke Kai and him compete for), you crumpled under his pointed stare. “Nah, I was just here for like five minutes,” you shrugged - falling back onto the wall beside Beomgyu.
“Nice try.” Kai grinned, laughing at your now sheepish face. “How are we all earlier than Soobin though? Isn’t he the one who usually gets here early?”
“He also lives closer than all of us.” Taehyun added. “Yeonjun is also usually early.”
From an outsider's perspective, the four of you must look like a cliche high school movie group - some sort of terrible remake of the Breakfast Club or the Brat Pack. Beomgyu decided to let loose on his uniform; his tie slightly undone and varsity jacket thrown over his shoulder with his backpack hanging onto a single shoulder, of course, plays the role of a rebellious jock. As the stereotypical nerd, Taehyun had a set of books tightly held in his arms - despite how bulky his backpack was already. And Kai? He looked like a version of a band freak, one shoulder carrying his shoulder bag - the other shoulder holding a guitar bag; both appearing like an ‘X’ against his chest. On top of it all, there was you - not quite fitting in any special clique, just the friends of the cheerleaders who can fit herself into any puzzle; a side character you can put into any random friend group of any scene, and it’d make sense.
You squint your eyes, silently questioning that statement; Yeonjun is always late. Taehyun quickly rescinded it. Unfortunately, two pairs of ears heard the statement; bloating one of their egos so much more.
“I know I’m always early.” Yeonjun gloated ‘fake news’, “I’m always the first here.” Soobin, despite always being the first there, didn’t seem to care that he took his title. With a pulled back smile, Soobin passed you a small doggy bag of your favourite pastry. He then handed out the others.
Thank the lords, you praised - quickly opening up the bag after thanking him and biting into the delicious treat. “Choi Soobin, you’re actually the love of my life.” He chuckled, blushing wildly. Luckily, he didn’t have to respond as the train brushed past.
“Let’s goooooo!” Kai sang, “Time to go to schoooooolllll.”
How anyone can be this happy about getting onto a train to head back to school defeats you.
And as per the usual for the last month (except on Mondays when Soobin has to get to school thirty minutes earlier), the six of you talked about absolutely anything and everything you can think of throughout the trip (yes, even the fact the air was feeling a bit crispier than usual or the idea that time is simply a concept created by society). Today’s conversation topic? The school sleepover that would be happening tomorrow night; the same school sleepover that you six planned just because Yeonjun wanted to confirm the existence of the school ghost Kai heard about and Taehyun immediately started to theorize about.
“We should see if it’s true!” Yeonjun proposed excitedly; the six of you standing in the train full of adults making their way to work. “We should stay overnight, to try and support it.” He turned to Taehyun, “We can confirm your theories!
Ever since Kai heard from a fellow classmate about the ghosts wandering Hyejijum High, a ghost called Ki-woo, the six of you decided to have fun with it. From Soobin mentioning the name like a curse word in front of the school administration to gauge their reactions to Taehyun scouring the library for books about the school's history. There was evidence that Taehyun found about the school being built on land with a questionable history - however, he thinks he could find more in the restricted books section. The desire to see a ghost only became worse after watching Buzzfeed Unsolved at Yeonjun’s house.
Specifically, you and Soobin started to join Taehyun in the library - creating funny and strange theories about what could’ve happened.
Beomgyu, of course, loved the idea. “We can stay out after school, say it’s a club bonding experience.” Despite the STAR SEEKERS club being absolute bullshit, the six of you are still enlisted underneath the club. In all honesty, you probably meet more than a normal club would. “C’mon, Soobin - you should ask!”
“Or,” The unease radiating from Soobin’s eyes alerted you so you tried to give him an out, “we could just have a sleepover and watch scary movies. I’m pretty sure my parents would be okay with it.”
Unfortunately, the other four seemed persistent. “It'd definitely be an interesting experience,” Taehyun added, “it’d be a good way to see it with our own eyes.”
“You can’t seriously be thinking of this!” You protested. There were so many logistical elements to work out; how will the security guards not see you? How will you even be able to stay past the school being locked down? “What about security? How will we even stay on campus after -”
Kai interrupted you, snapping his fingers as he thought of a solution. Turning to Soobin, he pointed at him. “Make a whole school event out of it; a school wide sleepover. You can sell tickets, do some fundraising for a charity or future school events, and we can sneak out during the chaos.”
“Huening Kai, I love you.” Yeonjun planted a huge, sloppy kiss on his cheek, making Kai cringe and wipe it off in an exaggerated fashion. “And, with our beautiful Choi Soobin,” he now wrapped his arm around the subject’s shoulders, “teachers will believe we’re not doing anything wrong and will be preoccupied with everyone else.”
Okay…that makes more logistic sense. After all, Lia did say how the school wanted to host more fundraising events. Yeonjun seemed to notice how your facial expression became just a little bit more relaxed, and decided that was a sign you agreed. “Great, so Soobin - just suggest the idea during your meeting today and we got ourselves a ghost to catch.”
By the time you all arrived at the school gates, Yeonjun and Beomgyu stopped informing you of their highly detailed scheme. “I’ll see you all later then.” The oldest grinned, before turning to the usual question; “What time is everyone done for today?”
As per usual, everyone ended around 3:30 while Beomgyu had soccer practice. “Let’s head back around 4:30?”
“Ew no,” You quickly contributed in a teasing tone, “at least fifteen more minutes so you can change out of your soccer clothes. Stinky.” Beomgyu chuckled, placing his hand on the top of your head - ruffling your hair.
“So 3:30, yeah?” Yeonjun teased, already walking away.
“YAH!” Beomgyu called back, flicking the air as if it was Yeonjun’s forehead. They always had a cat-and-mouse-type relationship, teasing each other relentlessly. But you know, that if it ever came to it - they’d die for each other.
As Yeonjun runs to his ‘it’ crew, the five of you discuss your plans for today. “I’ll spend lunch time in the library today,” Soobin started, “I’m behind on an assignment for history class and if we do actually follow through with tomorrow, I'm going to need to finish it now.”
“Oh, me too!” You exclaimed, “Is it alright if I join you?” Soobin nodded.
Kai starts laughing, “What do you mean actually? Of course we’re doing it!” Beomgyu enthusiastically agrees with Kai.
“Let’s just see if it works.” Taehyun interjected. “I’ll join you then, yeah?” With that, you all went off your own ways. As per usual, you headed towards the courtyard to meet your friends. As per the new usual, Beomgyu accompanied you.
“Oh, hello, Y/N and co!” Yeji grinned, still reveling in the fact you were far more out of your shell than you were last year. The rest of the girls turned to face you, and when they did, Karina immediately faced the floor.
“And goodbye, Y/N and co!” Beomgyu mused, mimicking Yeji’s greeting. From the distance, you heard Jeongin calling for his best friend. “I’ll see you later?” He asked, refusing to take his eyes off of you. You nodded, putting your backpack down on the ground before sliding into the seat. Smiling at the response, he sprinted off towards Jeongin - even running backwards at one point to glance back at you. Obviously, you were oblivious to this - your friends, however, were not blind.
“I’m happy to see you having more friends this year,” Yeji smiled, “you seem really happy.”
“Friends?” Karina poked in, “Beomgyu does be acting like a boyfriend. Which reminds me, can you introduce me formally to Soobin? Lia refuses too.”
Lia lets out an exasperated sigh, “I’m saying! He’s a friend, but not a good friend. We’re just on council together. I’m not going to be like ‘hey, my friend is obsessed with you. Date her?’.”
You furrowed your brows - remembering how last week you got Soobin to join you for lunch, “Hasn’t he sat at our table already?” Karina huffed, before turning to the side. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you talk.”
“No, but like we haven’t talk-talked - you know?”
“ANYWAYS,” You jumped to swap the conversation, not wanting to continue this further - “Ryu, when’s your soccer match?” Soccer season, unfortunately, is coming to an end. While you promised to support Beomgyu’s game with the guys, you have to make sure Ryujin’s game isn’t at the same time. Ryujin was your friend first.
“It’ll be next Friday afternoon!” Thank God, you thought - Beomgyu’s was on Saturday. “Around 4:00pm!”
You decided to extend the invite for Saturday, partially knowing they may be going anyway. After all, Ryujin and Yeji have been asking you to attend more sports games since last year (you always denied, unless Ryu was playing). Plus, it will let Karina interact with Soobin. Part of that made your heart twinge; the idea of them hitting it off and clicking as if they were meant to be, as if their souls were tied together throughout time. You’re not sure why - you should be happy about it. After all, he was your friend’s crush. Regardless, you brush the feelings aside. It’s probably nothing. “Would you want to come with me on Saturday to see the men’s soccer team?”
Lia dropped her jaw, before starting to sing. “Is this because of Beomgyuuuu?”
“Is little Y/Nie in loveeee?” Yeji continued.
You rolled your eyes, about to defend yourself when the bell rang.
“Literally saved by the bell.” Ryujin laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. With the sound of a voice calling your name from a distance, she smirked. “Speak of the devil!” Your friends started scattering off - Yeji and Lia had English literature, while Karina had maths. You, however, had history.
I should probably text Soobin to ask if he has any questions for the teacher. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick private text to him. While doing this, you heard heavy panting coming from behind you - Ryujin now released her arm from her shoulders; freeing you - only for your shoulders to be held by someone else in just a few more minutes. Thursdays are the days you have two classes with Beomgyu; one at the start of the day, and one as the second to last period in physical education with Ryujin.
“I’ll see you later, Gyu?” Ryujin chuckled - notifying you of who's behind you. She was not ignorant to how Beomgyu paused and watched you with doe eyes. Luckily for her, Ryujin had study hall as her first class for Thursdays. Like most people, she uses morning study halls to nap or eat breakfast somewhere. “I’m going to head to the school cafe.” You nodded, before quickly telling her you’ll see her during the morning break period.
You turned to face your friend, who - when you think about it - the fact a friendship has blossomed between you two is surprising. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, probably from playing soccer with his friends while in his actual school uniform instead of his soccer gear. It definitely wasn’t good to be playing soccer in his vest and slacks on a sunny morning. “Ew, sweaty.” Beomgyu poked out his tongue, before taking your bag from your hands.
“I’ll carry this!”
You widen your eyes, “Gyu, I can carry it myself.”
He smiled, “I know you can, but you won’t.” He pulled you closer, and while the sweat clearly dripping from his hair disgusted you, you welcomed the embrace. “You can pay me back by doing my history work for me.” You pushed him away, both of you laughing as you rolled your eyes.
“I can’t even finish my own.”
“Did you know,” Soobin started, taking his eyes away from his research paper to continue the accidental game the three of you started, “that when grass is cut, the smell they release - it’s like it's a distress signal? So it’s practically screaming in pain to warn the others.”
You and Taehyun hum in appreciation.
The game started accidentally. Soobin, in an effort to make his assignment more interesting, decided to start spurting out any fact he deemed fun or interesting. Taehyun, however, wanted to one-up him. And you of course had to jump in.
Unfortunately, you had to tisk him. “That has nothing to do with your essay though.” Even his screen, which you have a full view of with your seat beside him, was pulled up on ‘fun facts’ instead of his essay. This game was to motivate him, you remembered, not to distract him.
“Tell me what else I can tell you about Ancient Greek culture without it being about Zeus having sex with another person that isn’t his wife.”
Taehyun joined in the temporary hate-on-Soobin club; “Didn’t Zeus turn into a golden shower once to impregnate a random woman?” Both you and Soobin turned your heads, unknowingly sharing the same questions that relate to why Zeus did it, how it worked, what even happened - but most importantly; why does Taehyun know this?
“That’s a very specific kink.” Soobin muttered under his breath; eyes wide, making him look like a young child. The shock of Soobin saying such a statement so innocently made you flinch; your head landing on his shoulder as you had to muffle your laughter. Even the librarian came by to shush you. “I don’t get why someone would cheat…” He now mumbled under his breath.
It wasn’t something that often came to mind. Like a mindless and endless conversation with Ryujin and Yeji, you decided to elaborate - launching the conversation to a whole new direction. “Do you think physical or emotional cheating is worse? Do you think cheating is ever okay?”
The essays both you and Soobin had to work on were long forgotten, Taehyun just revising for a maths exam in a month from now (who studies this early anyway?). “ I think physical cheating, sure, is more concrete but surface level. So emotional cheating is worse.” Taehyun said, matter-of-factly. “But, I don’t think cheating is always terrible? Like in toxic relationships, I think it’s natural and may help the people end the toxicity to emotionally cheat. But yeah, I guess it also depends on intention or following behaviour, like if they’re hiding it or purposefully lying or intend to keep doing it behind their back.”
Despite a relatively detailed answer from Taehyun, Soobin seemed to be launched into an even more detailed answer. “Neither is good, there is no such thing as worse in this case.” He started, “However, if it is true love - like obviously they are made for each other, I guess it’s okay?” His statement led you to a question; but how do you know if it’s true love?
As Soobin continues to ramble, you get lost in your thoughts. You were still young, uncertain of love and what it feels like. Is it supposed to feel exciting every day? Is it supposed to be like what an adrenaline junkie craves? Excitement running through you, blindsighted with no regard for consequences because you’re so consumed with this person. Is it supposed to be like home, like comfort? Like an introvert’s dream, or a rainy day inside with a warm cup of hot chocolate - wrapped up in sheets? From television and books, you were taught that love was supposed to hurt; to be full of raging passion. However, from the love you’ve seen around you and from your own passion - you don’t know if you want love like that. Full of back and forth, bickering, toxic combinations of love and hate; maybe love was supposed to be love. But to know what love is supposed to be like, it’s important to ask if -
Taehyun scoffed, stopping Soobin’s spiele and your thoughts from unravelling further. “You need to get back to work.” He eyed both of you, to which you immediately turned your laptop and raised your hands in defence. You had more done on the history essay than Soobin, at least, so Taehyun hummed in some sort of approval. Whereas, Soobin received a disappointed sigh.
“So, Y/N -” Taehyun turned to you, “Did you know there’s a belief that Ned Fulmer’s affair is secretly part of a Try Guys Try A Scandal series?”
Soobin and you puff. “Did you not listen to their podcast?”
Whatever you’re feeling right now is completely, utterly, absolutely irrational, right? Right?
In your non-uniform clothes but also not yet your pyjamas, you and your friends settled around the gym.
From your spot, you can see Beomgyu with Jeongin and another soccer friend Hyunjin; Yeonjun with his friend Wooyoung enchanting his crowd with laughter; Soobin with Arin and her girlfriend Yoo-bin; Taehyun and Kai with some of their classmates like Jake and Sunghoon.
You had to wait until Yeonjun gives a ‘go’ single. Fortunately, Yeonjun’s friends are always willing to make a scene - so upon Yeonjun’s instruction, Wooyoung will cause their group to start…well, Yeonjun said he wouldn’t tell you what exactly to give you all deniability.
It was also Soobin’s idea, surprisingly, that you all sit separately from each other. The chaperones will take notice of larger groups, so if one group disappears - it’d be noticeable. If one person per group disappears? Not too obvious.
So your current feelings of being scared absolutely shitless is unreasonable, right?
No, but you know you have to convince yourself otherwise to follow through.
“What’s on your mind?” Ryujin asked, noticing your silence. Your friends knew about the plan; you didn’t want to scare them when you disappeared. “You worried?” With your silence, she prodded further. “Are you scared about getting caught with your boyfriend?”
You remained silent, your eyes laser focused on your hands. Will you get in trouble? Will you get caught? Should you follow the plan, or maybe should you just stay with your friends?
“Hey,” Ryujin’s voice lowered, her hand resting on your shoulder. The rest of your friends were too engrossed in a conversation about a series of TikToks. “What’s up, really?”
Words are failing you. How are you even feeling? Yes, sure - scared, nervous, worried. But you’re also excited. This is time with five people you’ve loved spending time with, who excite you, who challenge you. You want to spend time with them, but like this?
“I don’t know.”
A response of a soft smile was given. “Okay. Well, for now, I’ll be right here. And when you do know, and feel comfortable to share it, I’ll be right here to-”
Music broke through the gym. Wooyoung is screaming bloody murder as he tries to get everyone to stand up. You see Yeonjun through the crowd, his eyes roaming as he searches for you all. When his eyes made eye contact with yours, his eyes went wide.
This must be the sign.
…
…
Of course, the distraction had to be Gangnam Style.
Regardless, it worked. Almost every student and (oddly enough) a large number of chaperones joined Wooyoung, of course with his persistence. You’re pretty sure Wooyoung dragged the head chaperone into a dance circle. However, you can’t be certain; Ryujin distracted you, wishing you luck and sending you off.
Don’t think about the consequences, you heard Ryujin say in your head - something she has said a thousand times when she’s about to do something you swear is as dumb as the actions of a character in a horror movie. Unless the consequence is death, nothing worse could really happen.
So, you crouched down and made your way behind the crowd gathering at the centre. Well, nothing worse could happen - you thought of all the potentials. Unless this world is secretly magical and this could bring about the end of the world, the worst consequence could be expulsion - certainly not death.
The tale of the Hyejijum ghost is that of a long time ago. Before the school was built, it was a small village. At the time, trains and the other transport of today didn’t exist. Instead of the train tracks and roads, there was a forest.
According to the story Yeonjun and Kai have respectively heard, both the practice rooms and a place somewhere along your train route once harnessed magical energy. It was a result of the barrier between the different worlds being at its thinnest. The story says, the reason why the worlds were closer than they ever could be was because a group of children of gods followed a black cat into its clearing, unaware that the cat was the evil god in disguise. Somehow, the group got separated and the oldest - the leader of the group - died in cold blood by the hands of a friend whose soul got corrupted. One of the others - the lover of the corrupted - died trying to save them.
(“Sounds like a Percy Jackson fanfiction” Taehyun snorted as Yeonjun and Kai took turns telling the story - a choice that made the plot very disjointed - in the dark.
Yeonjun lightly pushes Taehyun’s head to the side - his flashlight that was shining on his face from below him shaking along with the movement. “You’re ruining the mood!”)
Here, the ghost story here diverges based on who is telling it. From the version Kai heard, after the two deaths and the disappearance of their corrupted friend - the others came back to the village - to the exact coordinates of the practice rooms - and bore the bad news. It was here where the three survivors broke down, releasing their pent up sadness at the loss of their friend. It was here that they died, unexpectedly, from heartbreak. It was told they still wander the halls, telling the stories of their lost friends.
According to Yeonjun’s version, the coordinates of the practice room is where the friend who had murdered the other came with the god and destroyed the village. It’s here that the old civilisation ended to make way for a new society. Unfortunately, the ghosts of the friends remain here; still wandering the halls in an attempt to stop him.
“Do you think multiple universes even exist?” Kai prompted, the six of you peeking into the practice rooms with your phone torches on.
Taehyun shrugged, “It’s a scientific theory that has yet to be disproven.”
“I think it would be fun.” Yeonjun added, “Imagining how else we’d be living. Do you think I’d be famous in another life? Do you think we’d still be friends?”
Glancing towards you all with a soft look in his eyes, Soobin smiled; “I think we’d be.”
“Don’t worry Yeonjun, you’d still be the same annoying hyung.” Beomgyu’s comment earned a slap to the back of his head. “I do not see anything.”
Unbeknownst to them, your hand started towards the wall; patting around in an attempt to find the light switch. Sure, it’s less likely to call upon a ghost - you thought - but whoever is holding your hand right now is trembling and light would probably help. Their conversation around you muffled out as you suddenly felt a fear that wasn’t yours moments ago. “Can you guys find the light?” You asked, struggling to find the switch. Based on the grip on your hand and the distance of their voices, you can probably assume it wasn’t Yeonjun or Taehyun.
No one heard you, all focused on everywhere there torches shined light on. From the blue mat lining the floor, the series of chords for the speakers, the -
Something moved in front of you. “What was that?” Soobin squealed - the grip on your hand tightening. So it was Soobin. The sound of footsteps soon echoed throughout the room.
“Guys, this isn’t funny!” You called as Yeonjun moved the torch to try and find what noise was being made.
When the light revealed the mirror, your heart dropped.
“AH!” Three of you screamed. Behind Soobin and Yeonjun’s reflection were…Beomgyu and Kai making weird faces. Lights suddenly flickered on, showing Taehyun had covered the light switch the whole time.
“HAJIMA!” Yeonjun screamed annoyed, hitting them. Whoever thought of the prank, it was apparently directed against you, Soobin, and Yeonjun. Based on the smug look on his face, you knew it was Beomgyu’s idea. Also, knowing Taehyun and Kai quite well - they wouldn’t come up with this without letting you in on it. “What the fuck was that?” Yeonjun’s anger soon dissipated as he started to laugh. That was pretty good, Yeonjun realised after a minute.
You groaned, putting your hands over your eyes - the sudden extremity of light hurting them. “Come on, this place is a dud.” Taehyun deadpanned, “We should go to the library and look for more clues.”
“Ew, no.” Kai whined, “We literally can be anywhere right now, and you choose the library?”
Taehyun pouted, “We can have unlimited access to the restricted books section!”
“Nerd!” Both Beomgyu and Yeonjun synchronised, both holding the ‘L’ sign towards their forehead.
What would be a fun place to go at a time like this? You, like everyone else, started thinking of all the potentials; the cafeteria, however, that’s pretty much creepy in the daytime too. The gymnasium is obviously occupied by the rest of the student body, the -
Arms draped loosely over your shoulders; his chest against your back as his arms crossed in front of you. “Didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you playfully.
“Oh, what did you mean to do then?” You tease. Simply put, he decided to prank you guys in the dark. What was he even meaning to do if not to scare you? “Were you trying to cure cancer then?” Beomgyu rolled his eyes at your response, trying to grab your arm to pull you closer again. When he failed, he pouted. But he just scared you, Soobin, and Yeonjun shitless. So, you immediately mocked his (admittedly cute and adorable) annoying expression and exaggeratingly pouted back.
Kai was the one who came up with the best idea. “How about the roof?” While not much convincing was needed, Yeonjun’s acceptance was the final confirmation.
Getting up to the roof was easy. In fact, a lot of students would camp out there eating lunches. It’s not allowed by the faculty, but kids will always find a way. Specifically, there was a staircase accessible by a broken lock the school had forgotten to fix. Once you go through the double doors at the top of the stairs, your jaw drops. Running towards the railing, you leaned out to see it all.
You’ve come here on occasion throughout your freshman year, and started frequenting it more this year because Kai is absolutely enchanted with the view up here. However, you’ve never been here at night.
On this starless night, the moon shone brighter than ever. However, it didn’t defeat the lights from the city below. Living in the Hybedosi suburb means it was mostly quiet, not much light beyond the convenience stores and the lamp posts. In the city, it was different. Instead of the sky, the stars could be found in the buildings below. You saw the lights line across the river and you felt like you were in a movie.
“Good idea, Kai.” Yeonjun sighed in content, staring at the view too. The beauty of this school is that due to its many facilities and being developed to be quite a prestigious school, the roof was actually quite high up.
However, a view can only be so interesting for so long. While Taehyun opted to remain standing, the five of you sat down on the ground - Yeonjun showing some TikToks on his phone. From his position, you could see a nasty burn on his hand - covered by a large bandaid. You see the ruptured skin poking out of the Minions bandaid. “Yeonjun, what happened here?”
“I was baking last night with Wooyoung.” He commented, shrugging as if the constant pain wasn't there. But he got used to it, in his eyes. Or, he’ll get used to it soon. Sure, it stung when it got touched - but it’ll soon become numb. No one should be concerned.
You rolled your eyes, “Give me your hand.” As he followed your instructions, you dramatically kissed his hand better - making Yeonjun equally dramatically pretend you were inviting him to a ballroom dance.
The way you kissed his hand was like how movies show princes starting ballroom dances with princesses. “I will dance with you, Miss Y/N!” Pretending to be a dramatic princess from some sort of terrible Bridgerton remake, he dragged you to your feet - now spinning you around and dancing beneath the starless sky. The group laughed, as always, at Yeonjun’s antics.
By the time Yeonjun wanted to give up his dramatic act, he returned to his place beside Soobin and Kai. You decided to approach Taehyun while the four spoke about TikTok and celebrity drama once more. His eyes seemed preoccupied as he anxiously bit on his lip. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Taehyun shrugged, chuckling. “I just can’t believe that these dumbasses got their stupid plan to follow through.”
“You know what that means?” He shook his head, “You joined in on the planning, so that means you’re a dumbass too.” You teased, turning around and crossing your arms against the rail. “I am wondering if there's more we can find about the ghost though. The plan was to find something.”
“Well, technically, it was to prove or disprove something. So far, we have disproved it.”
“Are we sure it was the practice rooms though?” You pushed, “Especially as you did find that this was built on a town that was massacred.” You saw the glint in his eye, and you knew what he was going to suggest. So, you did it for him.
Clapping and walking towards the exit again, you got everyone’s attention. “YAH! Where are you going?” Yeonjun called.
“Library!” You sang, making Taehyun chuckle and follow quickly behind.
Beomgyu, however, groaned. “Are we really going to listen to Taehyun right now?”
“Yes!” You quickly retaliate, not leaving more space for complaints. “So you can either stay here or shut up.”
Although the initial plan was to find more information about the ghost, especially through the restricted section, Beomgyu and Kai quickly turned the search for information into a game of tag. It started with Beomgyu whispering his scheme to Kai, who quickly enacted it by psst-ing and tagging Taehyun. Everyone quickly sprinted in different directions, torches helping guide the way. Of course, your friends are notably clumsy people and therefore, the occasional yelp or ‘ouch’ proved that they were guilty of bumping into corners regardless).
You’re not even sure who ‘it’ is as after every few seconds, you could hear a squeal and laughter. It was only when you heard Beomgyu approach, singing ‘I’m going to come get you!’ in a creepy voice that you realised he was after you.
Fuck, you thought, and you did so well at hiding. You ran for it; as fast as you could, hearing his footsteps creeping behind you. Running so fast, you bumped into Kai - who even stopped in the middle of the aisle; directly in Beomgyu’s way. I’m safe, you realised as Kai was now in his way. However, Beomgyu just screamed at him to move out of the way as he can’t squeeze through him and the shelf without touching him.
“Beomgyu!” You laughed, your stomach hurting as you ran away from the tagger. “Kai was right there!”
“Don’t throw me under the bus!” His voice was now distant, obviously grateful that his accidental escape plan had worked.
from Yeonjun to soobin hate club (jokes): whoever is it now, we should corner Soobin.
Now tired from running around, the six of you decided to stop the game. Yeonjun had opted to lie down on an empty desk, one knee bent while the other leg was hanging off the table as he spoke with you and Soobin. The two of you sat on the floor, leaning against the wall underneath the window. Yeonjun had a direct view of the starless sky just above you, yet the moon still appeared to be spotlighting your little corner. On the other side of things, Beomgyu and Kai were still bustling full of energy; attempting to find the funniest title, wandering through the aisles and giggling. Unconsciously, you smiled at their antics; especially as Kai screamed out through his laughter; “And on the eighth day, God created hairdressers - I have contributed in many ways to the field of beauty”.
The title made you chuckle, especially when Kai sprinted back to show you the book cover; a cover that looks like it was made in the centre of hell or on a Tumblr shitpost (essentially, the same thing). He then ran back to Beomgyu, who was already trying to one up him desperately - as you can tell through his exasperated and playful yells.
Out of all of you, however, Taehyun was back on track - finding a book about the history of the school and the area. “Maybe the ghost story is in a different universe,” he commented as he showed Soobin, Yeonjun, and you the page. “Look. You mentioned the town being called Hybehead, right?” Yeonjun nodded, “The town that was here previously was named the same as Hybedosi, so I’m assuming our suburb just became smaller over time.”
“Maybe it was all fiction then?” Soobin posed, raising his eyebrow. You dropped your head on his shoulder; tiredness from lack of sleep already starting to settle in. With Soobin, it felt natural. He always felt cosy - maybe that’s why even when you don’t have class, you visit the bakery in hopes of seeing Soobin. If you had to explain the feeling of being around Soobin, it would be sitting in your room on a rainy day with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket.
“Or!” Yeonjun basically yelled, jolting upwards, “Or, it’s another universe seeping into ours. Maybe the practice rooms are like the portal to them.”
“This sounds like some terrible Riverdale episode.” You joked, remembering the news of Riverdale having a five episode special to a location called RiverVale.
“How dare you call Riverdale terrible?” You heard Beomgyu scream in offence from the other side of the library. At his offence, Kai and him apparently decided to rejoin the group; panting as they approached the four of you huddled at your current area. The older of the two sat down next to you, while Kai peeked over Taehyun’s shoulder. “Well, if it is true - maybe it's just coordinates? What’s below the practice room?”
This line of thought essentially brought you to the indoor swimming pool’s locker rooms - which Yeonjun realised were four floors directly below the practice rooms.
“What time is it?” You asked, your voice hushed as you walked past the gymnasium all your classmates slept. 4:10am. “I don’t think it’s going to be dark for much longer.”
The group agreed through a series of hums and nods of acknowledgements. “I think this should be our last stop before heading back.” Everyone agreed with Yeonjun - despite Kai’s obvious want for the night to continue. Part of you wanted the night to never end as well; wanting to stay here. Despite your initial fear and worries for the night, this has been the highlight of your year - if not your life.
Wandering in a comfortable silence and the occasional comment, the six of you looked everywhere. This is how you found out that, in contrast to all the stereotypes, the male locker rooms are actually significantly less gross than the females. However, is it because no one was actively using it? The lack of stray hair on the ground was definitely the only and main factor for its cleanliness.
When you turned your head, you saw Yeonjun poke through the exit; back towards the pool. With him letting out a whistle and a motioning signal, the five of you followed his lead.
The pool glistened under the torch’s light, yet was still. It has never felt more eerie than this; the only sounds echoing off the tiled floors and walls were your footsteps towards the body of water. There were no ripples, no students swimming, nothing.
The world felt still.
Your eyes felt trained on a random spot in the pool, watching how the water has changed its appearance. “We were just learning about refraction,” you remembered Yeonjun telling you guys - remind me to ask him about it later.
A voice brought you out of your trance. “It’s a good temperature!” Kai screamed, his lower half submerged under the pool - a ripple following.
And with that, the four other boys ran and jumped in - the only things left on the side were their phones and the hoodies they had wrapped around their waists. The splash the four of them made together lifted the water above, almost splashing you in the process. You, ultimately, decided to sit on the diving board; watching the five silly boys splash each other.
A year ago today, you wouldn’t be expecting this. A year ago today, if you told your old self you’d be spending time with this group of idiots (lovingly) - you wouldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t believe the fact that Taehyun, Soobin, and you have weekly study hangouts at random libraries or parks. Or, that Beomgyu has been joining Ryujin’s long-term goal of getting you to play soccer. You wouldn’t believe that you’d have almost daily walks with Yeonjun, pop-culture debates with Kai, or random trivial games with Taehyun. You wouldn’t believe you’d have monthly (well, so far - it has happened two times) movie nights at Yeonjun’s house, or picnics fully stocked with Choi’s bakery treats.
The five of them have changed your life, and for the better. You’re happier, freer. You feel that even with the weight on your shoulders from school and life obligations, you have a stronger support system than previously. Yes, the girls are a strong foundation - but it took a while for that relationship to build. Or well, in better words - it didn’t feel as natural as this.
“Dive in, Y/N!” Yeonjun called - the water splash war temporarily ending.
You shook your head, laughing. It’d be a clear cut sign to anyone if you all came back with wet hair. “I’m good!” The group in front of you protested.
“If I can’t even swim, you can jump in!” Soobin called in retaliation. You scoffed, noting that he doesn’t even need to swim to survive - his feet touching the ground as he stood in the pool.
As the five of them swam (in Soobin’s case, walk) closer towards you, you noticed something you didn’t notice before. Maybe it was because of the jump or the water making it float, but the five of them had the same necklaces. You’ve known since meeting Kai that you two had the same necklaces, but what are the chances that all six of you have the same design? You’ve never seen anyone wear it beyond you and Kai before. Could this be a connecting factor behind the club? No way the school knows about your necklaces… Oh god, was I secretly born into a cult?
While you were in your thoughts, Beomgyu was swimming towards the foot of the board where your feet are gently grazing the water. His hand went to the top of your socks, tugging on them slightly and letting the elastic slap back against your skin repeatedly as if trying to nudge you in.
He looked up to you, with his big teddy bear eyes. You felt something shift. For some reason, you felt enchanted by his eyes. In them, you could see the smile that was also on his lips. You’re brought back to the last few months; every time you’ve looked him in the eye. You remember how he looked when he told you about his childhood, and you remember how he looks when he tells you about his passions.
When did this feeling start? The bubbling in your stomach, the excitement that arises. Was it the way the light bounces off the pool and onto his face, making him look serene. Your friends always call him your boyfriend, and sure - you’re quick to deny - but is that so bad? Did you want to be able to call him that?
Is it a sign you have feelings for him when he’s one of the first people you think of in the morning and the last before you go to bed? Is it a sign you have feelings for him when something happens and you get excited to tell him about it? Over the last few months, all five of them have become integral in your routine - you never went more than 24 hours without talking - but Beomgyu and Soobin are the two who have been present every single day.
The look in his eyes drew you in. In the water, he was like a siren; calling you in. He reached his arm out, and invited you to take his hand. Another invitation to join them. You couldn’t say no, not when he’s looking at you like that.
Well, you couldn’t say no anyways as he pulled you in. Your thought process felt like hours, but honestly - were mere seconds.
“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, bringing yourself out of water to hear the sounds of laughter. Restarting the splash fight, you started to splash - directly at Beomgyu. Beomgyu, however, didn’t retaliate and instead - he reached out to your wrists to halt your moments.
Please stop, you thought - not wanting to dive into these thoughts even more. Beomgyu was your best friend, he didn’t think anything more of your friendship. His eyes were magnetic. They were pure, full of good. All you could do was smile and stare in awe. As cheesy as it sounds, the world around you seemed to slow down; falling into a trance. The conversation between Soobin and Yeonjun faded, Taehyun and Kai running up the ladder to jump in again was ignored.
Luckily, their jump splashed the two of you - breaking you apart. Thank God. You left his grasp and swam towards Soobin and Yeonjun, leaving Beomgyu to Taehyun and Kai who immediately invited him to do more dives.
“Y/N! Can you see who can hold their breaths for longer?”
The rest of the time spent in the pool was full of swinging each other into the water (namely Taehyun being swung in by everyone else), diving competitions, and general races. It was always a friendly competition between them, and with every competition, they always tried to either single out Soobin or interfere with each other’s plots. You also made sure not to lean into Beomgyu’s touch, avoiding an instinct that has become natural over the last few months. Instead, you made sure someone else was always beside you if you’re next to him.
With the final competition, the chlorine in your eyes finally exhausted you. Pulling yourself out of the pool, you approached the bench. However, on the way, you saw the band aid that you ‘kissed better’ earlier on the ground. “Oh shit, Yeonjun!” You called. A burn, on its own, is painful - but an injury submerged under chlorine definitely would make it worse. “Do you need another bandaid?”
He looked confused, now glancing at his hand - he swore he was still wearing it. He felt no pain, in fact - the constant pain had subsided substantially. Sure, the band-aid is missing; but also, the burn - and any traces of it - was too.
At 5am, the six of you headed back towards the gym. Prepared to get at least four hours of sleep before the mandatory pick-up time, you wanted to sneak into your sleeping bag next to Ryujin. Sure, your hair may still be wet and you may wake up with a cold in the morning - but you wanted to slip into a deep slumber asap. The exhaustion of running around school has finally hit you. All the fears you’ve had of potentially regretting this whole thing are gone. Everything was amazing and went according to pla-
“Fuck!” Yeonjun cursed under his breath. His forehead fell onto the metal doors, “It’s locked.” Water from the pool escapade trailed behind you, dripping as if tracing your steps. “It’s fucking locked.”
Jinxed it then.
The cold air from the open hallways are making you shiver; an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Beomgyu and Soobin. While Soobin made a move to pass you the hoodie he wore earlier that now rested around his waist (which he opted out of wearing to keep it dry), Beomgyu brought you into his chest. Fuck. You’d pull away, but you knew he wouldn’t let go - especially with how you trembled and were practically ice cold.
“We can’t just stay out here.” You commented, voice shaking, “We’d get in trouble for sneaking out.”
Kai turned to look at everyone, the six of you forming a circle outside the gym. “What about our stuff?”
“I’ll text Wooyoung for mine.” Yeonjun quickly commented, “You should text your friends. No one bought anything super important?” Living so far away meant that it’s probably unlikely to get your stuff back unless you make an effort to see them before school on Monday. “I can ask Wooyoung to pick it up and drive it to our area.”
“But how do we leave?” Soobin asked, confused. They can’t just-
Kai’s unfazed face terrified all of you, admittedly. “Jump the fence.” How does he look so innocent while saying this? Regardless, you followed his lead. How did he know where the lowest part of the fence was? He said it was just luck, just his intuition - but that can’t be; he basically found this place immediately.
By 5:40, all six of you were over the fence; now damp, the wind having dried you up a little.
5:47 was the time you got to the train station, sprinting past the gates as your train was to arrive in three minutes. Regardless, the station was empty. Why would anyone be up at 5:47 on a Saturday morning?
The train arrived at the station at 5:50, the six of you shuffling on and dropping down onto the ugly seats. From a TikTok, you recently learnt that the design of the seats was purely to hide the dirt. Since then, you’ve avoided sitting down on them as much as possible. Despite it being possible to stand, your exhaustion tells you to sit down - your legs feeling weak and your brain feeling hazy. You weren’t feeling this way moments ago, but something about the atmosphere felt heavy - intoxicating.
At 5:51, your head fell onto Soobin’s shoulder.
At 5:52, Kai opens his mouth to speak. However, for some reason - potentially the air feeling heavier, the train feeling like it sped up, a screeching sound piercing through the silence - you felt the need to tighten your grip on the closest thing you were holding. Everyone else did the same.
At 5:53, everything hits you at once.
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To talk about something I actually did like, I watched The Long Kiss Goodnight yesterday. It’s got not one, but TWO really big explosions. I’m sure there are modern movies that have practical explosions rather than CG fireballs, but I can’t remember the last time I saw one and it was nice to see. It’s like the undulating rooftop set in Tremors. It’s nice when a movie puts in the effort.
The movie does get a little quippy at times. But this does make the movie a little more fun than what could have easily been quite a dour, Jason Bourne type of movie. Especially since the story is arguably darker than Jason Bourne. The quips also tend to be kept for the more cynical characters. I might be splitting hairs or losing my mind, but it felt like, while the sincere characters could be funny, the cynical characters used humour to put some distance between them and the rest of the world. More of a coping mechanism to deal with everything that they’ve done. I might be reading too much into things, however.
Samuel L. Jackson as Mitch Hennessy is probably the closest thing I’ve seen to a live action Harry Du Bois. Just a very fun dirtbag character. He feels very natural, not tropey or forced like a lot of similar characters might end up feeling. He has good chemistry with Geena Davis as well. He’s just very fun to watch.
The kid has a tendency to suffer from Movie Kid Syndrome, acting more like someone’s idea of a child rather than an actual child. Someone who has never spent much time around children and maybe doesn’t even like them. Thankfully, she does get to act more like an actual person at one or two points when it actually counts. I’m not quite sure I’ve ever seen a child get angry like that at a parent in a movie, definitely not one so young.
The movie does get a little goofy at points, particularly towards the beginning. It sometimes has a somewhat comic book idea of trauma and memory and identity. On the other hand, the movie does later suggest that the protagonist might have been lying about not remembering things, at least some of the time. This does seem to bear out as the movie carries on, but it could also have simply been covering its ass. It mostly doesn’t matter, because the movie is generally entertaining and its logic is suitable for what it is.
I did also quite like the music. It is mostly orchestral, blockbuster spy thriller stuff, but there was at least one point where I noticed the music using the sound of a silencer as a beat in a way that I thought was quite interesting. I’m not a music person, so it’s not my area of expertise. I also quite liked how loving and supportive the love interest was, in a way that you do see with male love interests, but it’s not always a given. And, since I’ve been complaining about endings, the ending of the movie does mirror the opening quite nicely. There’s even a thematic and tonal shift of day to night from the beginning to the end of the movie. Although, it is probably as simple as big explosion looks better at night.
#the long kiss goodnight#movies#good movies#an actual christmas movie#I'm glad that the sequel never got made#Samantha's story is over by the end of the movie#and continuing it would have ruined the whole point
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Oh, bunny // mrdrs
Warnings; poly relationship, angst (??), fluff, mentions of being in menstrual state
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The marauders had been looking for you all day, you weren’t anywhere were they could see you on the map, and you hadn’t shown up to breakfast, or lunch
“Lily have you seen her?” The three men walked into the common room exhausted from running around the school like mad-men looking for you
“I haven’t m’sorry” she frowned, “but y/n’s safe she wouldn’t put herself in any danger if that’s what you’re worried about”
“Ofcourse Im bloody worried If she’s in danger you ginger!” Sirius huffed
“Calm it with the tone black, if I knew where she was I’d help you” she watched your three boyfriends walk up the stairs to their dormitory
“Did we say something yesterday?” Remus plopped onto the bed alongside James as he tried to recall any reason you’d be avoiding them
As the marauders all thought were you could be, on the top of the castle you were in the seventh floor in the room of requirements, crying
You had woken up in a pool of your blood as you had forgotten that your period was soon to come, with a cleaning charm your freshened up your clothes along with your bed
Taking a quick shower you realized you were already to late for breakfast and decided to head to the room your boys had shown you too, for your more rendezvous time, but when you stood infront and walked in you found a fairly large bed with a muggle tv playing a movie
You didn’t even think that anyone would look for you, your mind filled with sad thoughts as your hormones took over.
The sappy movie ended, leaving bittersweet taste in your mouth as your tears flushed, all the emotions you had been bottling up throughout the week just came back. The stupid teachers, their stupid homework, the stupid Gryffindor colors, and your stupid, stupid face that seemed to be so red from crying that you hated it. You just wanted to drown in sorrow
“Maybe shes at the black lake?” James rested his head on Remus’ shoulder
“Think of yesterday prongs maybe she said something to us that we didn’t hear” Sirius closed his eyes to try and remember anything anything that would help him know were you where
“My stomach hurts” you grunted into his chest, “why pup?”
“I don’t know it just does”
Stomach pain? Why would your stomach pain effect you- she’s on her period!
“She’s on her period” he stood up proud with a smirk to have figured that out, “okay well were could she-?”
“The room of requirements!” They all said in unison, Ofcourse you were in there! How could they be so dumb!
The three of them quickly put on their shoes and ran up the stairs
As you unknowingly waited for the three marauders to show up to the room, you walked back to the bed after getting a chocolate that appeared on some coffee table in the corner
Cutting a piece and popping into your mouth you laid onto the pillow as more tears stained your face
“Get out” you gargled as you heard the door opening, not looking up to see who it was
“Get out?” James scoffed, “where the fuck have you been all day?”
You quickly wiped your tears and tried your best to sit up, but the pain in your abdomen didn’t seem to be in your favor as you had to lay back down, “ ‘m sorry” you sniffled
Their featured softened as they heard your voice and caught a glimpse of the tear trails the adorned your face
“Oh, bunny” Remus sat next to you, “what’s wrong baby?”
“Everything hurts” you whispered, Sirius and James both laid next to eachother on the bed as they watched you try to compose yourself
“C’mere pretty girl” James and Sirius opened a spot between them for you to lay in, “I’m sorry” you slowly crawled to their sides
Remus laid behind sirius, running his hair through the raven locks as they all tried their best to comfort you
“It’s alright baby” James wrapped an arm around your waist and settled you on him comfortably, “no need to fret we were just worried”
Guilt ran through your skin as you realized how bad you made them feel, even more tears fell down as they now stained James’ shirt
“Don’t cry baby” Sirius kissed your shoulder, “you’re fine so are we alright?”
You nod sheepishly, a tiring feeling filling your body as the crying takes its toll on you
Their voices sound muffled as you fall asleep in James embrace
“Bunny, what medicine do you nee-?” Sirius looked to see you peacefully sleeping as your back hand hooked around his sweater
“Talk quieter shes sleeping” Sirius whispered, kissing your cheek he too, along with the rest of his lovers, fell asleep
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#James potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#Sirius black x reader#marauders x reader#marauders fluff#James potter fluff#Remus lupin fluff
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tag 9 people you want to get to know better!
Got tagged by @ambeauty @undertheknightwing & @escapism-through-imagination THANKS DARLINGS!
Favourite colour: Hmm, tough choice. Never really had one before. But I'd say definitely those 4 speak to me the most right now 🖤💙💜💚
Currently reading: First book in The Witcher series: The Last Wish. But 95% of the time fics are more important to read, especially when legends like @wonderbatwayne or @escapism-through-imagination drop something
Last song: Scream My Name by Tove Lo form The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1 Soundtrack. It's the song I got a quote from for the title of my most recent fic "When I'm Dead And Gone, Will They Sing About Me?"
Last series: Just finished watching the newest ep of a Star Wars show The Book of Boba Fett but I'm here ONLY for my boy Din Djarin and his son baby Yoda Grogu and only started watching when they appeared, otherwise didn't really give a shit. Other shows currently on my tv schedule: Euphoria, Superman & Lois, Batwoman, Legends of Tomorrow and Walker.
Last movie: just yesterday I finished 4-part documentary about Janet Jackson. I recently did a Harry Potter + Fantastic Beasts marathon and that prompted me to continue this and binge all YA sci-fi/fantasy adaptations of the golden era of last decade, aka books and movies I grew up on. Now on my list is The Maze Runner trilogy. Then Hunger Games. All 3 Hobbits and Narnia. Maybe I'll add Divergent to the mix, idk
Sweet/ savory/ spicy: All of the above, I guess. Depends on the dish
Currently working on: I just dropped a fic so I'm taking a tiny break from creating content so I can catch up on consuming it. But I have two ideas I'm going to start working on soon, I just need to decide which one do first. Also, there are drawings I want to make, but my digital pen feels heavy in my hand these days. The right time need to come and it will, it always does.
Three ships:
Dickkory obviously, forever my number 1. My beloved parents. Mr. and Mrs. Sexy.
Barchie from Riverdale (although I finally gave up on this shitshow altogether so I'm only checking online what's happening with my favs instead of suffering through whole episodes. They're together now but I decided it's not worth it to sit for an hour wondering what the fuck am I even doing, watching this parody of a teen drama) because of childhood best friends to lovers excellence and look how soft and romantic they are!!!
Lyra and Will from His Dark Materials. My babies, I miss you, come back to me soon. I know you will break my heart, but come back anyway.
First ever ship: I think Robin and Starfire from Teen Titans (heh, coincidences don't exist okay?) - that was the first ship I was fully invested in, that's how I discovered fanfiction, through them. Also, I'd say it would be Cornelia and Caleb from W.I.T.C.H. I had no idea what shipping even was back then, I was like what, 7? I think even the term didn't exist yet. But I felt a really strong pull to them.
Currently consuming: Mint tea
Currently craving: my mom's homemade pizza
Tagging: not many of you left since everyone around is doing this game but here we go - @legendsofentity @wonderbatwayne @nooowestayandgetcaught @mycaptainjones
#tag game#dc titans#his dark materials#riverdale#dickkory#barchie#silverparry#dick x kory#archie x betty#will x lyra
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Bee Movie Script
According to all known laws
of aviation, there is no way a bee
should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Coming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Can you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school, three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.
- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!
- Bee-men.
- Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of ...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?
- Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.
Can anyone work on the Krelman?
Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.
What's the difference?
You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years.
So you'll just work us to death?
We'll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!
"What's the difference?" How can you say that?
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.
But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?
Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.
You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?
Like what? Give me one example.
I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.
Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Wait a second. Check it out.
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow. I've never seen them this close.
They know what it's like
outside the hive.
Yeah, but some don't come back.
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
You guys did great!
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right.
Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?
Distant. Distant.
Look at these two.
- Couple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.
It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!
- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.
What were you doing during this?
Trying to alert the authorities.
I can autograph that.
A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty.
We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!
A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!
We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy?Are you bee enough?
I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.
Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised me.
You decide what you're interested in?
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.
Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?
Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.
You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.
You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
I'm so proud.
- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.
Come on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
Yeah, right.
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!
One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side.
- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!
Wow!
Couple of newbies?
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice.
- You want to go first?
- No, you go.
Oh, my. What's available?
Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again.
What happened?
A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry? Barry!
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...
What happened to you? Where are you?
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?
- Out there.
- Oh, no!
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in.
If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today.
Hey, guys.
- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
- Thank you.
- OK.
You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!
- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow!
Hello!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
Wind, check.
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.
- - Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
OK, ladies, let's move it out!
Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!
All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I'm out!
I can't believe I'm out!
So blue.
I feel so fast and free!
Box kite!
Wow!
Flowers!
This is Blue Leader.
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◟̽◞̽ Tues 24 Nov ‘20 🐠
Grammy Nominations and Live Shows OH MY!!
LOUIS’ BACK!!! And I don’t mean “oh he liked something on Instagram” or “oh he tweeted about a RHCP concert”, I mean he’s going to be doing a VEEPS LIVESHOW! And so we solve the mystery of the Spotify vids (they were a stage!): a few hours before the announcement, he tweeted, “Hope you’re all doing alright. Exciting stuff coming up!!”, and then left the masses to wonder what could possibly be happening and when. Three anxious hours later: “So excited to announce that I’m getting my band and crew back together to put on a special show for you all that will be streamed December 12 [!!!adkhfkadhfjj!!!] and will be available for 28 hours after. The show will support 5 important causes very close to my heart”. The causes Louis Tomlinson Live From London will support are FareShare (they redistribute food to communities in need), CrewNation (the LiveNation COVID crew fund), StageHand (similar to CrewNation, but UK based), Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, and paying Louis' own touring crew! The tickets go on sale TOMORROW. If you can't afford one, Luke Massie (founder and CEO of Vibe Tickets) is giving funds away on twitter to fans who want to watch the show! “I’ll do my best to help as many of you as I can see him and his amazing crew perform,” he said. Louis has said that there is no cap on the ticket sales, so I’m taking him at his word and hoping that Veeps is prepared for what's about to happen (they're REALLY not lol.)
And that’s not all!! The press release for the show promised “songs from… ‘Walls”...alongside a few surprises” (I - could it - new music????), as well as “an exclusive range of new merchandise” that comes out tomorrow! The merch proceeds will go to the charities listed above. And! The Telegraph published an interview! Louis promises AN UPCOMING NEW ALBUM (“I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives”). He says again that he wants to move into the KMM style rock sound, “I think there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, this is who I want to be..there is a certain energy in [KMM], in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.” He says that he wants this next album to be more optimistic, because that is who he is, but new songwriting is HARD during a pandemic: for him (like for all of us), his days have fallen into a routine, and so he has no ‘new experiences’ to draw from. And, once again, Louis brings up John Frusciante and how he “fucking wishes” he could chat with him. Louis - drop your RHCP stan account PLEASE! We also learned that fans were RIGHT in speculating that he’s been in LA recently (though likely not for the reason the Telegraph wants us to think). About his travels, Louis says, “[The spot he goes to] is remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it... it’s got some very interesting (peculiar?) locals who live there...it feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there.” ANY COMMENT, @/visiteroda??? And, in a rare look ahead, Louis reveals that he wants to manage an all-women’s rock band playing instruments (hey, friend, you know where women could play instruments? YOUR OWN BAND, MY DUDE! Just a suggestion). He said that his process with Syco had become “challenging and frustrating” because the kinds of artists he wants to develop aren’t “ready-made” - he sees a lot of artists that were “rough and ready” but labels want to see “something that works straight away”. But with Syco dust in the wind he can get back to it: HELL YEAH! The band he’s currently got his eyes on is Fickle Friends (an indie Brighton all-female rock band); he says this is the kind of band he wants to manage, “because there’s no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don’t do it, someone else will!”. Guys, I say this a lot, but really, Louis is about to make some WAVES in that space and I can’t WAIT to see it play. But first the concert, please!
AND!!!!!! Harry has been NOMINATED FOR THREE FUCKING GRAMMYS!! GUYS, HE MADE IT! The categories he is up for are: Best Music Video (Adore You - the TASTE), Best Pop Solo Performance (Watermelon Sugar), and BEST POP VOCAL ALBUM! I know that we’re always like, Grammys mean nothing, and how can we feel otherwise 1D was never nominated, but this is a MILESTONE in his career, and I am so happy to see his work getting the recognition it deserves! There were no nominations for him in the general field this year (artist or record of the year) BUT just you WAIT. Everything that Harry does makes me think that he is gearing up for a very long and successful career and I am. Very Happy for him. And so is everyone else! Harry’s friends, family, colleagues, and labels have all been quick to congratulate him on his well deserved recognition. In other Harry news, we got some stills from an Austrailian movie called “Holding the Man” which bear remarkable similarities to the Golden music video. (Were Harry's Vans really in there as a tribute to the film or did that part just work out very well for him??) The movie and the song don’t have anything in common thematically except being gay, but it really looks like a visual homage to this film (or, my personal theory, a fix-it fic to give it a happy ending!). And! Harry was papped on the DWD set with Florence Pugh again today, in a suit and an opulent background - it’s hard to make out Harry’s face, but I think we can guess that it's beaming in pride, as it should be.
GQ Spain did a piece on Liam’s Hugo capsule, praising it for being “the utilitarian style” (“the star trend of 2020”). They’re very nice about it, and seem to be genuinely interested and like the color scheme of the clothes: “the monocolor look...is an irrefutable argument in men’s clothing”. They also praise the collection for being an example that “you don’t need to spend hours in front of a mirror to dress like the best dressed men on the planet”. All of these were meant to be compliments, I SWEAR! Niall was around on Twitter yesterday, reminiscing about the time when some fans asked Justin Beiber to take pictures of them with Niall, it's true Niall that IS hilarious and also good psychic timing: that's EXACTLY how relevant Justin Beiber should be (yes I AM bitter the Weeknd was ROBBED). He also congratulated Shawn Mendes for his documentary, “So proud of this boy. He’s smashed it and always so humble. Well done to everyone involved.X”. I have not seen this documentary but if there are any more “Camila Cabello orders bananas at sushi restaurants moments” PLEASE let me know!
#louis tomlinson#Harry styles#Liam Payne#niall horan#woah WHAT A DAY OH MY GOD#okay well i loved This thank you#also Louis wanting to expand tje Brit rock scene to include more women is uh#badass and I love him#anyways!#song of the day!#apple pie by Lizzy McAlpine
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‘You know what that does to me’
The missus goes to a show and backstage shenanigans ensue!
(Content warning: smut, but also some fluff! Enjoy! xx)
Watching him perform was undoubtedly one of your favourite things. Whenever you could you’d be out in the crowd, the energy of the room never failing to lift you up. Harry also fed off the crowd, the buzz he got was addictive, and if you were there he’d always kick it up a notch, looking for you whenever he could just to make sure you were enjoying yourself. He’d catch a glimpse of you swaying your hips to the music and it sent him crazy.
“Hmm you look good in that suit baby” you hummed, appearing from behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso as he adjusted tonights suit in the mirror. “You should leave a couple buttons undone, I mean I’m sure the fans would love it, as would I” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear, causing him to close his eyes, leaning further into your touch. You smiled, walking around to face him, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the tattoo covered skin beneath. You stood aside to let him take a look in mirror and decide whether to keep it that way, although you pretty much knew he’d do whatever you told him turned you on. “See, much better” you smirked, pecking his lips quickly. At that moment Jeff poked his head in the door “Harry can you quickly come with me and greet some of our guests?” Harry nodded “Be there in a sec” Jeff nodded, going back out into the hallway. Harry turned to you again, before pulling you in for a rather passionate kiss, your hands momentarily finding themselves in his hair. It lasted a few seconds before he reluctantly pulled away “I’ll be back soon ok?” you nodded “Go before Jeff gets annoyed” you chided, giving him a light smack on the bum, sending him towards the door. You laughed a little, shaking your head before walking back out into the green room, taking a seat beside Adam and Clare happily joining into their conversation which mostly revolved around Adam’s kids. It wasn’t long until Harry waltzed back in, walking over to the three of you and sitting himself down next to you on the already pretty cramped couch.
“I’m squished” you joked, “Come ‘ere” Harry said, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you onto his laps, his arms eventually resting around your hips with his chin on your shoulder. You leant back into him, “hmmm this is nice” you hummed, “I was thinking, after the show, hows about we don’t go out for drinks like usual but we just stay in the hotel room and cuddle and watch a sappy rom-com like usual? I’m feeling pretty tired” you suggested, Harry smiled “That sounds like a great idea babe, haven’t had a movie night in a while, been missing The Notebook a little bit” he smirked as you rolled your eyes “Look I love that movie as much as the next person but i’m pretty sure you’ve made me watch it at least 57 times and I need a break!” you laughed, Harry pouted, trying but failing to guilt you into it, “Stop it, we’re watching The Proposal and that’s that” you pecked his still pouty lips “Ok I guess I can deal with that” he sighed, pinching your hip hard enough to make you flinch. “10 minutes to showtime guys, lets go!” the tour manager announced and everyone clambered to their feet, Harry picking you up and setting you down in the process. He grabbed your hand leading you out the door towards the backstage area, stopping right at the stairs behind the stage. You could hear the crowd humming with excitement, the energy in the room electrified. “You better rock the shit out of this place tonight” you said, unbuttoning one more button “For good luck” you winked, Harry smirked, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, this kiss was a little deeper than the usual pre-show kiss and you knew it would be one of those shows, one where he’d show off just for you. “Have fun out there, I’ll be watching” you said, giving him one last peck before walking out into arena.
You made your way to your usual seat next to the sound and lighting crew beside B stage, the crowd cheering for you, which is something that you still barely comprehended even though you’ve been with Harry for 4 years. The lights went down and the crowd went wild, ear piercing screams filled the space as the opening notes of Only Angel rang through the arena. A minute later Harry strutted his way onto the stage, the screams intensifying as he confidently walked from one side of the stage to the other, waving and blowing kisses before the beat dropped and he got into the music. You watched him dance across the stage, enjoying every minute of it. You swayed your hips to the music, screaming the lyrics along with the crowd, earning you a few weird glances from the crew who thought it was hilarious. A group of fans to your right waved you over a few songs into the set wanting a picture and a chat. You honestly loved talking to the fans, almost all of them were incredibly friendly and supportive of your husband which is all you really cared about. You ended up standing near them for a couple of songs until there was a chatty break in the music “Lovely meeting you guys, I’m gonna go back over to my usual spot otherwise he’ll get mad” you joked “But hey how about during the encore break you three follow me backstage to say hi quickly?” the three girls squealed with glee, nodded and thanking you profusely, “Are you serious? Omg thank you so much!” one of them screamed “I’ll come back over and you can follow me back ok? See you soon!” you said, the girls nodding frantically, before giving them a wave and wandering back to your usual spot.
“Have we got any birthdays in the house tonight?” Harry said, searching the crowd for anyone with a hand up landing on one girl a few rows behind the pit having a quick conversation with her before getting the crowd to sing happy birthday at the top of their lungs. “So my wife’s here tonight, she flew in yesterday to surprise me, what a gem hey?” he said, his accent getting thicker at the end, you smiled, blowing him a kiss which he pretended to catch and put in his pocket causing the crowd to ‘aww’ and you to laugh. “God I’m romantic” he proclaimed, narcissistic Harry making an appearance, you rolled your eyes and smiled “Hey I saw that” he laughed “She’s back there rolling her eyes, how rude! First you won’t let me watch The Notebook now this?!” the crowd laughed, a few joking boos mixed in “Hey hey hey we don’t boo people in this room! It’s only love in this room! Spread the love people!” he yelled and the crowd cheered. You could’t help but smile, the room really was filled with only love and it was all because of him.
The show continued, you watched him perform to the entirely enamoured crowd that couldn't focus on anything but him, his movements and his voice. Soon enough Sign of The Times started following Harrys usual spiel about how the encore works then getting everyone to bring out their torches and light the arena up, it had to be on of his favourite moments from every show. You walked over to the group of fans from before, “Hey girls you ready? We’ll make our way backstage now and you can say hello when he comes back!” you laughed as they squealed before collecting their things and following you around to the front of the arena, a few fans giving you a wave along the way. Security let you through and you stood just near the bottom of the stairs behind the stage chatting as SOTT came to an end and the lights went out before your husband came bounding down the stairs, locking eyes with you immediately before engulfing you in a rather sweaty hug. “Ew you’re sweaty!” you jokingly tried to escape the hug, a pout on his lips as you wriggled free. “I met a few people who’d like to say hello” you said, introducing the girls to Harry, watching as he gave each of them a hug, apologising for being a little gross but of course they didn’t care. He took a quick group photo with the three of them before security led them back out into the arena, leaving just you and him alone. You wrapped your arms around his neck “You look so good tonight baby” you whispered into his ear, his hands lowering to just above your bum, causing you to move a little closer, entangling your hands in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. “Baby, stop it, you know what that does to me” he moaned, biting his lip, trying to hold himself together knowing that in just about 30 seconds he’d be back on stage and he didn’t want to give anything away. “Sorry babe, I can’t help it, watching you on stage gets me all riled up and you know it so really it’s your fault” you said, hands still not leaving his sweaty hair. “20 seconds Harry!” one of stage hands called, he nodded in response, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a “See you soon babe” before running back up the steps and back onto the stage, another roar from the crowd filling the arena. He knew how to keep you going even if he wasn’t touching you and you both loved and hated it.
You wandered back out, choosing to watch the last 3 songs from the back of the left GA. The Chain was always one of your favourite songs, part of the reason Harry had added it to the setlist, and if you were at a show he’d use the song to tease you, and boy did it. Tonights performance riled you up more than usual, you were growing more and more impatient with ever thrust of his hips towards the mic stand, the subtle smirks directed at only you scattered throughout the performance and by the time Kiwi came on you were hot and flustered, and Harry could tell. ‘I hate you’ you mouthed, Harry’s brow furrowing in mock confusion, he was completely aware of what he was doing and he loved it. During Kiwi you watched on, trying not to show how you were feeling because you new he was enjoying watching you squirm. You decided to leave towards the end of Kiwi, making sure he saw you walk out, looking back with a smirk on your face. You could hear Kiwi end as you walked down the hallway towards the dressing room, and the final roar of the crowd as Harry exited the stage.
Within a matter of seconds Harry ran up behind you, grabbing your hand pulling you into a small empty dressing room and locking the door behind him. “Someones impatient” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his, his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you off the ground, carrying you towards the couch. You pulled away, lying back on the small couch, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt “See I told you keeping it unbuttoned would have been much better, and easier” you joked, pecking his lips before removing the sweaty shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room. “Didn’t want to make you too flustered” and with that, his hands were puling your t-shirt over your head before trying to unclasp your bra, as your own needy hands unbuttoned his trousers. You struggle just a bit to get his pants down his sweaty thighs just far enough to allow you the access you so desperately crave. Harry groans as you play with the hem of his underwear, your lips never leaving each others during this whole process. “Stop teasing.. me..” Harry pants, finally getting the your bra off and flinging it somewhere behind him and hastily freeing you of your jeans and panties in one swift movement. You smirk into the kiss, you loved teasing him just a little. You relish for one last second in the tease before pushing his boxer briefs all the way down every so slowly. He moaned under your touch as you grazed your fingers back up his thigh before giving him an agonising slow pump that sent him fucking wild. “I told you to stop teasing” he growls, grabbing both yoru wrists and placing them above your head. He’s now in full control.
“Now keep your hands there ok?” He instructs, staring deep into your eyes, sweat dripping down his cheeks. You bite your lip and nod your head, knowing that simple bite of the lip would send him even further. “Fuck you are beautiful” he says, before trailing his hands down your torso, your breathing getting heavier, before he reaches the spot where you need him the most. He delicately rubs the bundle of nerves as you bite your lip even hard trying to stifle a moan but failing miserably. “You like that huh?” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing. He lifts his fingers up to his mouth, taking two of his fingers in one by one before tracing them along your inner thigh, find their way to where you needed them. You were squirming, the craving almost unbearable. “Please Harry, I need y-ugh” before you could finish he slipped two fingers in. Pumping at a fast pace, your walls tightening around his fingers to exntend the pleasure, an endless string of moans coming from your mouth as you got closer and closer. He went deeper and deeper before hitting the spot. you writhed under his touch, bucking your hips up to get him to go even deeper. Your moans became more desperate as you tipped over the edge, reaching your high. “Good baby, I wanna see you let go, fuck you’re so beautiful” he encourages you to finish and you obey, your body tingling as you hit the orgasm you had been so desperately craving. “Good girl, good girl” he pulls his fingers out, now dripping in you.
“I love you Harry” you pant, still coming down off the first high. Although you were satisfied, all you wanted to do was keep going. You grabbed his hand, putting his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them ever so gently. Yet another thing you knew sends him fucking crazy. You released his fingers, reaching up to grab his face, you crash your lips back on his, enjoying the taste of each other, as you kissed you reahed down to stroke him, he was stiff and ready. “You’re eager tonight aren’t you baby” he says, you can only hum in response, already coming back up to another high. “I need you Harry, all of you” and with that, he pumps himself twice before pushing himself in. You stretch around him, his length filling you, going impossibly deep. He thrusts hard and fast, desperately trying to hit his peak. Your lips separate, the movement too much as your head falls back, both of you moaning in absolute pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck Harry.. ughhh” you’re almost screaming as he continues to push deeper. You can tell he’s getting there, and he can tell you are too. Your moans get louder and louder, both of you panting as you reach your climaxes simultaneously. there is no doubt that anyone walking past could hear you, but both of you were so lost in the moment that neither of you cared. You buck your hips, desperately trying to hit your peak as he speeds up trying to do the same, you both hit your highs, releasing together. The euphoria of the orgasm washing over both of you. His thrusts slow and become sloppy, his eyes closed, a grin now adorning is lips.
As you both come down, you relax into each other. As he slows, Harry’s body becomes heavy on top of yours, and you both sink into the couch. Your breaths steadying as he rests his head on your bare chest, his hand lazily rubbing at your exposed breast. “That was.. incredible” he says, and it was true. Post show sex was always the most fun. “Worth the wait?” you tease, a smirk on your lips and a cheesy grin on his, “definitely worth the wait. Although you really are a tease sometimes”. You chuckle “You actually love it though, I know you do”. You both remain there, satisfied, happy and more than a little bit sweaty.
“I suppose we should go back out and see people huh? I have a feeling someone may be looking for us” Harry says, even though he would rather just stay in this moment. “Harry I’m pretty sure they know where we are, we weren;t very subtle, or quiet!” you giggle at the thought of everyone hearing what has just occurred but you honestly couldnt care less. “Thats true, but either way we should probably get up” he says, pushing himself up from the small couch, pulling you up with him as he goes. You two really were a sight to behold. Both of you naked, hair dishevled, sweat glistening on both of your skins. Even if they hadn’t have heard you, they’ll for sure be able to tell.
You both relcutantly get dressed, albiet with Harry’s suit looked more than a little messy, sneaking one last kiss before you unlock the door and head back to his dressing room. You pass a few people in the hallway, a pleasant smile and a few hellos before you both walk into the fairly busy dressing room. As you both enter, a few knowing glances are sent your way, your cheeks flush red while Harry smirks, relishing in what you;re sure he see;s as an accomplishment. You giggle and hide your face in his side as you both take a seat on the yet again crowded couch. “You two look a bit.. flustered” Jeff says, your cheeks glowing red again in embarassment before the group all start laughing, you and Harry chuckling along with them. Oh what a night it has been!
Hey lovelies! Two in one night! This is yet another installment of “The Words You Speak” series. I rarely write raucnhy content, I think this is only the second one I’ve ever properly written! It;s been sat in my drafts for quite a while but I though I may as well post it! As usual, requests are open so let me know what you want to read! Enjoy xxx
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Would You Be My Little Quarantine (one-shot)
Synopsis: As the mandatory quarantine hits, the Reader is stuck in a cabin in Utah with the boys from 5 Seconds of Summer. Turns out another person is stuck in a hotel nearby. Hijinx ensue as does romance.
Pairing: Harry Styles x f!Reader
Genre: fluff pretty much just pure, teeth-rotting fluff.
Warnings: it’s my first time writing for Harry as I was never really part of the fandom, but damn does Watermelon Sugar do things to a person, so please be kind. This is defo not my best work, but I’m slowly getting back into the groove of things, so bare with me :D
Word count: 6061
TikTok had become Y/N’s new obsession. She’d stayed away from it as long as she could, being a true Vine generation child, she felt loyalty to the deceased app. But one night, after a long recording session, she caved. And then stayed giggling on it until the early morning when the birds started to chirp… or until Calum had taken her phone and threatened to throw it in the jacuzzi if she didn’t go to bed.
The girl and the four guys from 5 Seconds of Summer had been renting a cabin in the middle of the Utah woods to help them escape the distractions of the city as they recorded their respective albums, and given how they were good friends, they decided to collaborate on a few songs, and it made sense to just chill together as well.
Which had started off Y/N’s own TikTok series, having ‘borrowed’ the idea from the Irishman living with two girls.
“Alright, gentlemen.” She slid inside her bathroom pulling the focus of her camera on the reflection in the mirror. “I live with four guys, and I have some things to say. Why do you always, and I mean ALWAYS, leave your socks around the house? The dirty ones. You know you could just throw them in the wash… there’s an idea.”
“We do!” Calum yelled
Y/N turned her face to the door and hollered, “Only after I’ve asked you to!”
“Do not!” he countered.
“Do too!” she exited the bathroom and into the hallway only to be met with the man standing there with his hands on his hips. “Then how.” Y/N pointed the camera towards the living area you could see from where the hallways overlooked the room. “Do you explain that?” And when she zoomed in, there, in a small pile laid two brown socks, all crumpled up and almost pushed underneath one of the three couches, as if someone was trying to hide them from sight.
Calum stammered for a bit. “Those are NOT mine.”
Y/N flipped the camera and looked at it like they do in the Office. “Help me,” she mouthed and finished the TikTok, pointing with her hand at him. “Ya disgustin’!”
Just as maturely as she had reacted, so did Calum by crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out, but their little bickering about whose socks they were and whose job was it to put them in the dirty wash (they were Ashton’s, and it was his job), Luke poked Y/N’s side as he came out from his room.
“I know might seem weird, but is there any chance another person could join our quarantine group?”
Y/N’s eyebrows rose. Sure, the house was giant, mostly because whatever production she was a part of on Broadway, after a successful season, she invited all of them there to get away from the bustle of New York and just chill. It was in the middle of the forest, encased by gorgeous mountains and at the side of a lake where they’d go jet skiing and cliff diving.
“I thought people can’t visit one another?”
“They can’t,” Luke confirmed. “That’s the point. The unfortunate soul just got stuck at a hotel not too far from here, and all the flights are cancelled. Two weeks of quarantine without symptoms have been concluded, but, knowing how impossible it’d be to get to London, when you know, as I said, there are no flights, I offered a place to stay.”
“So,” Y/N dramatically rolled her head. “You already offered to stay before asking me?”
“Well, I knew you’d say ‘yes’ because you’re a kind, generous, amazing, smart, talented, compassionate person and wouldn’t leave someone on the streets when you know you could help.”
“Mhm, keep talking.” Y/N squinted her eyes and put her hands on her hips.
“Incredible, best musician I’ve ever met, how you haven’t won all of Tony’s I’ve got no idea. Your acting skills are impeccable and the movie industry is missing out on a once in a lifetime kind of a talent by not castin-“
“Alright stop.” Y/N busted out laughing. “As long as you promise I won’t wake up with an axe in my head, ‘s fine.”
“Promise.”
“Good. Also, could you please get me three bottles of that wine I like?” Y/N hollered before skipping downstairs and to the kitchen where Ashton was brewing the tenth cup of coffee. “I have a deadline in two weeks and have literally no idea where to go with the story.” She referred to the second book of her series she was writing, and now with the lockdown going on, her literary agent was breathing down her neck, and it didn’t help she hadn’t written anything in like a month and didn’t remember half of the already exiting story.
Luke lifted a brow and hissed through his teeth. “That bad?”
“You have no idea,” she sighed and left for the living-room where she could harass the boys for their fries and procrastinate some more.
***
The few hours, while Luke was away, were quite uneventful. All of them sat around on the couch pit, wrote some music, lil bit of lyrics and Y/N almost cried seeing as her characters had decided to live their own life and not obey to her story.
“Why do you have to be such an idiot,” she mumbled under her breath and furrowed her brows as she wrote herself into a new plot hole.
Right as Y/N was about to delete the whole chapter, the door slammed open and she heard grunting. “We’re here!” Luke hollered, and the thought of wine made her giddy, making her leap over the edge of the couch, and rush to the front door only to stop dead in her tracks.
Y/N’s mouth hung open, not because of who the person joining their quarantine group was, but because of what the person was. “A fifth GUY?! You didn’t tell me it’d be a guy!”
“I didn’t think it’d matter!” Luke yelled back.
“There’s already four of you!” She pointed back to the living room hearing loads of ‘hey!’ being shouted back.
“Would you leave him on the streets if you’d known he was a dude?”
“No, of course not!”
“Why are we yelling?”
“I don’t know!”
“I mean, I can leave.” Harry Styles said pointing at the door, not really knowing what to do. He certainly hadn’t expected that sort of greeting. “But I do come bearing gifts.” He lifted a black bag where a clinking of glass could be heard.
“No,” she sighed. “It’s fine... I just… I just miss the company of vaginas.”
He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Vaginas?”
“People I can rant to. Honestly, it doesn’t even matter if you have a vagina, as long as we can have a good rant. Especially about the gross things like having all of your dirty socks thrown around the house.” She threw Luke a look that screamed ‘I know you pushed all of them under your bed, and it’s stinking up the whole place.’
Harry shook his head. “Ya not gonna find me leaving my clothes like that. Besides, ‘s disgusting.”
“No,” Luke whined, “come on, man! You’re supposed to be on our side!”
“It’s two against four,” Harry snickered, throwing his hand around Y/N’s shoulder, who gave Luke a smug grin, and it made her mimic the same expression.
“It’s evening out. Maybe you should actually invite some other people to quarantine with us. Say, Harry, is maybe Niall in need of a place to stay?”
Luke rolled his eyes, and shook his head, going into the kitchen and placing the food bags he’d been holding. “I hate you so much.”
Y/N’s smile just widened.
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“Yes, I’m still stealing your series Irishman.” Y/N zoomed in on her face. “Because now…” she looked up at the ceiling in a manner ‘someone please save me’, “I’m living with FIVE dudes. Yes, FIVE. We have an addition. And if someone doesn’t come and kill me, I will kill them.”
“We’re not that bad!” Michael hollered form out of frame, to which Y/N yelled back, “Yes the fuck you are! Boys are gross. You do realize you’re allowed to have more than one towel. Like you DON’T have to wipe your face with a towel that’s soaked up your ball juice.”
“It’s economy.”
“It’s disgusting! Also.” Y/N turned the camera to Harry who was climbing up the stairs with a cup of coffee in hand. “Say ‘Hi’ to gremlin number five. He’s stolen all of my nail polish.”
He gave a cute wave with an adorable smile, muttering an unintelligible ‘Hello’ as his mouth was stuffed with a piece of bread and a very muffled ‘You don’t even use them.’
“Yes, but that’s not the point. Anyway,” Y/N pointed the camera at herself. “Tune in for an update whenever, as long as I haven’t strangled anyone, and pray to the heavens you don’t see my face in the papers cause the next time you do, it’ll be my mugshot for a quintuple homicide.”
“Is that a threat Y/L/N?” Harry smirked, as Y/N walked past him and took away his cup of coffee.
“No, it’s a promise.” She threw him a wink, leaving the Brit with his mouth open at the woman’s audacity, as she stopped the recording of the TikTok.
“That was my coffee!”
“Not anymore!”
He shook his head, turning back around and going to the kitchen, seeing Y/N perched on one of the stools, neck stretching over to where Ashton was watching a video on his phone, the black liquid in his cup now a creamy beige. Harry smiled. Maybe quarantine wasn’t going to be so bad.
***
Y/N’s head popped from the side of the door, bringing all of their attention to her. “You guys need to record anything right now?”
Luke shook his head, signifying the band was alright before turning to Harry who mimicked him, the tapping of his pen stopping. “Why?”
“Just got a call from Laurence, he said something’s wrong with the ‘Candy Store’ audio from yesterday. Need to rerecord it and send it over. Something about a faulty export or whatever.”
“ ‘S all yours.” Ashton motioned to the recording booth. “Oh, but can I be Heather Duke?”
“And can I be Heather McNamara then?” Luke piped in.
Y/N chuckled. “Not to burst your bubbles, but you do know you won’t be in the final version?”
“No, but we could be in THIS version. It’d be for our private files. And it’d help you.”
“That sounds so wrong.” She grimaced. “How would that help me?” Y/N plopped next to Harry on the floor. “You’re the biggest distractions I’ve ever met.”
Luke scoffed. “How dare you! We offer you our services of being backup singers, and you… you’re such a meanie. You’re such a Heather Chandler!”
“It’s 2020! If Leslie Odom Jr. can play Aaron Burr, then I can play one of the Heathers! Don’t be sexist, Y/N!”
“I never said a dude can’t play a Heather, don’t put words in my mouth. I just said last time we tried to record anything together we ended up playing SIMS for like seven hours, but… come on you two divas, get your asses inside then. But I swear if Laurence or Kevin call because one of you whispered something dirty in the background of MY parts, I will strangle you in your sleep.”
“How little trust do you have in us?”
“Very,” Y/N deadpanned, showing the two men inside, leaving Calum, Harry and Michael to man the production table. “If you mess with anything, your asses will be grass.” She pointed at the three and all of them put their hands up in surrender. “ ‘S bad enough you ruined my single.”
“It’s called giving it flavour,” Calum said through the microphone.
Y/N just responded by sticking her tongue out.
Michael lifted his fingers, counting down from five to one, giving her the cue to start.
“Are we gonna have a problem?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, already immersed in the character of Heather Chandler. “You’ve got a bone to pick? You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?”
Harry swallowed hard.
“I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch,” she slightly motioned with her head to the audience behind the screen, a mockingly sweet smile on her lips. “But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice, listen up biatch.”
When her hips started moving from side to side to the rhythm of the song, Harry swore he’d never found someone being mean (even though it was mock mean) so hot.
“I like,” Y/N raised her voice before dropping it. “Looking hot, buying stuff they cannot.”
There was no sight of the sweet and bubbly girl Harry had met. This was Queen-B of Westerberg High in flesh. He was transfixed.
“I like drinking hard, maxing dad’s credit card.”
She didn’t need anyone’s credit card to pay for her things, given how she was one of the top paid Broadway singers of their generation, and something in Harry skipped a beat at how confident she looked.
“I like skipping gym, scaring her, screwing him,” Y/N rolled the ‘r’ deeply in her throat, and he had to collect himself before his thoughts went to an unsavoury place.
“I like, killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!” With a smile, Y/N pointed at Luke who only rolled his eyes. “If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls, let yer mammy fix you a snack,” she emphasised the ‘K’ after having mockingly sung the bit before. “Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in ma Porche with the quarterback.”
As weird as it was to have the two boys be her fellow Heathers, Y/N hated to admit it did help her. It reminded her more of what it was like to be on stage before the pandemic had started and the production had to be shut down. And she missed them. All her fellow actors just as much as she missed the rush of getting on stage and losing herself in the role and atmosphere.
“You can join the team –“
“Or you can bitch and moan,” Y/N’s ‘Heathers’ sang in a nasally voice
“You can live the dream.”
“Or you can die alone.”
Harry snuck inside the recording booth, picking up a pair of headphones by the drum set.
“You can fly with eagles,”
“Or if you’d prefer,”
“Keep on testing me,”
“And end up like her!”
And that’s when Harry joined in, reciting the lines of both Veronica and Martha, and when he saw Y/N keeping a palm over her mouth as she tried to keep a mean face while inevitably hiding a smile. The whole of the song, despite how Ashton, Luke and Harry had tried to make Y/N break character (she came close a couple of times), the woman stayed on the line, not missing a beat, and especially enjoying the moment where she looked at Luke, who was about to hit the high note and screaming ‘shut up, Heather!’
Harry couldn’t help the smile splitting apart his face. When Luke had first picked up his call, having known he and the gang were somewhere in the Utah region, he had thought he’d be living with just the guys, and when he found out it was actually Y/N Y/L/N renting the cabin, the girl he’d admired for so long for how brave and utterly unapologetic she was of being herself, Harry had just thought he’d gain a new friend, not have romantic feelings spring up.
And all of it had happened in the span of two days, not even that much. He’d arrived the evening before, had met the woman, and now it was three PM on day two and was already in love.
It was an exhilarating and terrifying feeling all at once. Some studies said it takes men eight seconds to fall in love, which Harry now could pretty much confirm, while it takes women generally fifteen days to fall in love. And he could only hope Y/N might have some feelings for him as well, otherwise, he’d have to scold his heart for falling quickly once again.
***
It was the middle of the night, wind slamming against the windows when Harry got awoken by people talking behind his door. At first, he was ready to fight, thinking immediately that intruders had come into the house, but when he heard a ‘fuck off Michael’ and a ‘you fuck off, you’re gonna ruin this’, he understood everything was fine. And he was just about to lay back down on the soft pillows, but as the saying went – curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, so he threw off the covers and lightly went to the door, where a bleary Harry appeared on the stairs making Y/N and Michael whip their heads towards him and freeze on the spot.
“What are you two do-“ but he didn’t get to finish the question as the two co-conspirators shushed him.
“You’re either in,” Y/N whispered harshly, “or out. Choose Styles.”
A beat. “What kind of trouble’re we getting’ into?”
The smile which spread on her face was nothing short of wicked. “Revenge,” Y/N hissed.
“Be quieter than a mouse,” she whispered to him, and now the trio moved downstairs.
“Who are we getting revenge on?” Harry spoke as quietly as he could, as they rounded the corner and exited the cabin through the back door. It was colder than he thought, seeing how the wind wasn’t warm at all, and he was grateful he’d fallen asleep in his favourite rainbow cardigan. How Y/N and Michael didn’t even shiver in their barely-there pyjamas he didn’t understand.
“See, Luke here thought it was a good idea to not heed my warning about not messing with my recording.”
Harry’s eyebrows scrunched up. “He didn’t.” He knew Luke hadn’t, he was there the whole time and listened back to what they’d sung with everyone together.
“No, but he did rename a different file with the same name I had for the 'Heathers'' recording, on MY computer, mind you. And well, let’s just say, it was not what anyone wanted to hear.”
Harry had to swallow, as his mind went to unsavoury places, and as Y/N shimmied open the lock of the window to the studio bathroom part of the house, she looked over her shoulder to see his expression. It would seem, despite him being in ‘Dunkirk’ and having been confirmed to play Eric in the live-action ‘The Little Mermaid’ he wasn’t as good of an actor as he thought.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” she snickered and pulled herself inside the house through the window, Michael handing her a black duffle bag Harry hadn’t first noticed. “It was a conversation I had with my friends while we were all drunk. Some tea, some very personal tea was spilt, and so.” She unzipped the bag slowly and took out a whipped cream can. “I’m going to spill something else.”
Canned cheese was one of the most disgusting things ever created by a human in Y/N’s opinion. So, squeezing nine cans worth of the stuff inside all of Luke’s socks, jean pockets and everywhere else possible was good enough revenge for her.
“Why are we in the studio though?” Harry asked as the trio crept towards the bathroom door and peeked through the open sliver. It was pitch black.
“Because Luke teds to forget his favourite things here,” Michael explained and motioned for them to follow as he checked that the hallway was clear. It was go-time.
Together they all snuck back inside the recording studio, and much like Michael had said – Luke’s favourite jean jacket, a woollen jumper, three pairs of boots and shoes were all scattered around the place. He hadn’t even noticed it while they’d hung out there, but now Harry understood what Y/N was talking about while whining about the boys being messy.
She uncapped the can and squeezed, the artificial smell of cheese wafting through the air, making her almost gag. “That’s for being a bad friend,” she muttered while filling up one shoe. “That’s for making bad jokes.” She filled up another. “And that’s for saying ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ is an overrated song.’
It was hard for Harry to contain the giggles, as he uncapped his own can and started filling up wherever Y/N pointed to. Did he feel bad? Sure. But was it fun to feel like a teenager in a university dorm during a prank war? Abso-fucking-lutely. And it didn’t help that he was desperately falling in love with Y/N with every second they spent together. Like she could’ve asked him to hide Luke’s corpse, and he’d say he’d take the blame for the murder if it came to it.
“Why did we have to sneak around the place like that?” he suddenly asked, brows furrowing in concentration as he squeezed the smelly contents inside the inside pocket of the jacket. “Why couldn’t we have just walked through the house?”
“Because Luke always and I mean always comes to the studio at 3 AM,” Y/N stated.
Harry looked at the clock. It was 2:45 AM already.
“But before that, he goes into the kitchen, makes himself a double espresso, a sandwich and eats it before going into the storage where we keep all of the instruments, which is where he is in right now. Had we snuck through the normal way, he would’ve seen us and stopped this. And that just wouldn’t fly.”
However, it was like Luke had a sixth sense as right at that moment the light flipped on, and like deer in headlights, the trio’s heads shot up and eyes widened.
“What the fuck!” he whispered hand extended in the direction of the already six empty cans on the floor.
Y/N snapped out of the adrenaline induced frozen state and shrugged. “I told you not to mess with the recording.” She put her finger back on the squeezable part. “And you. Didn’t. Listen.”
The cheese squirted out with a splutter, and all of them stood still as the final bits dropped into Luke’s black boot. “And that’s payback.”
With a sway in her hips, Y/N exited the room, leaving the three men to gawk after her.
God was she a hurricane, Harry thought to himself. And he’d never been as happy to be caught right in the eye of it all.
***
The next few days all of them spent lounging around the house, recording a few songs, most of them by Harry seeing as a huge wave of inspiration had hit him, making him write more than one love song. He even asked Y/N somewhat shyly if she could do some of the backing vocals, and he swore the song went from a 3 to a 100 the second he heard her voice weave his lyrics into a symphony.
By that point, they’d been quarantining for a week and a half together, and a heatwave was coming up. The cabin had both an inside and outside pool which they’d all had to learn how to maintain, seeing as no one could come and do it for them, and a jacuzzi tub on the terrace. As much as the boys tried to prove they knew how to keep the places clean, ultimately it was Y/N who saved all of them from chlorine poisoning and algae overgrowth.
So, it was right when she pulled out the pH indicator and said it was good for use when with a scream, Luke rushed forward Y/N, rugby tackling her by the waist and plunged both of them down to the water below.
“You asshole!” She splashed at him, laughing and choking out a bit of water as they resurfaced. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“That’s payback for the cheese.”
She went silent for a second, but then shrugged. “Can’t say I didn’t deserve it. But you did deserve the cheese.”
“So,” Luke extended his hand for a shake. “Do we call this even?”
Harry exited the cabin right as both of them completely soaked to the bone jumped out onto the wood floor. He stopped mid-walk if only to control where his eyes went seeing as Y/N’s white shirt clung to her body and well… didn’t leave much for the imagination anymore.
“Do I wanna know what happened here?” He raised a brow.
“Retribution.”
“Though I do gotta say, you have a funny way of getting revenge.” Y/N smirked at Luke, making him squint down at the girl.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she drawled out, a mischievous smile on her lips, “that when I filled your clothes with the cheese, my stuff didn’t get stinky. And yet, from your end… I’m not the only one wet.”
A beat passed.
“God fucking damn it.”
“Hey!” She pointed a finger at him. “We called a truce!”
Luke waved her off. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” but Y/N grabbed Luke’s hand right before he went inside and squeezed it.
“We good?”
He sighed and smiled. “We good, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, gave Harry a quick ‘see ya later’ as well and disappeared through the glass doors.
Harry didn’t know what’d happened to him. He’d always been a helpless romantic, falling in love, and maybe a bit too hard at that, but this time, even without Y/N knowing about his feelings, his heart felt safe.
Sure, the side of her he’d seen was a complete headcase, and she had more energy than a bull with a red flag in front of it, but the utter love exuding from the woman, even while she complained about her four, well five counting him, housemates was palpable in the air. The way she hugged and made sure everyone had whatever they needed, the way she let them know if anyone needed to have a chat, she’d be there to listen, and the small little things of how she always knew what preferences they’d have for their pancakes or breakfast in general, made his heart melt.
“Luke’s a lucky guy.” Harry swallowed before saying that. As much as seeing Y/N be affectionate with everyone, him included, made him feel all fuzzy, a little jealousy monster did bubble up in his stomach when he saw her snuggled next to the lead vocalist of the band. He didn’t have any right to, but no matter how much he tried to repress the green beast, it still lurked somewhere deep in his heart.
“Hm?” Y/N lifted her head where she’d been looking at the water as she squeezed it out of her shirt and up at Harry.
He motioned with his chin to where Luke had disappeared. “He’s a lucky guy to have someone like you.”
“Oh, we’re not together if that’s what you’re implying.”
“I –“ he stammered. “I didn’t mean to offend y-“
But Y/N waved him off. “You’re not the first nor probably the last person to say that. I get it. They asked me one time to surprise their fans at a concert in Connecticut, I think, and when their photographer sent over the pictures, I kinda saw what everyone kept saying, but I’ve never looked at any of them as more than a friend. Best friends, brothers maybe, but nothing more.”
“How’d ya get so close?” Harry enquired, his chest feeling a bit lighter.
Y/N huffed and plopped down to the ground, patting the place beside her which Harry took. “When I first went solo, right after being on ‘Beetlejuice’ I was fucking terrified. Didn’t really know anyone in the music industry like that. Being on Broadway’s different.” She shrugged. “And the award shows are different as well. Like with ‘Tony’s’ or ‘Oliver’ awards it’s you know – musical and theatre geeks. My people. But the first time I went to VMAs I almost shat myself.” She chuckled, and Harry did the same. “Didn’t know anyone at all, was petrified to even find my seat because someone told me I’d have to sit between Lady Gaga and Rihanna, and my heart was not ready for that. Ashton saw me at the edge of the carpet, creeping around the entrance and kinda…” Y/N bit her lip looking for the right words. “I dunno. They kinda took me under their wing, in a sense – if you need a friend in the industry, we’re here, that sort of thing. And ever since then, we’ve been best friends. Luke and I just got the closest because we got stuck in an elevator once for like eight hours once, and well, boredom and thinking you’re gonna die in a four by four-foot box brings people closer.”
Harry almost choked. “Eight hours?”
“Yep.” Y/N popped the ‘p’ and gave him a sarcastic smile. “It was like soooo much fun,” she said sarcastically. “I totally didn’t think the elevator was about to drop from where we were up on like the sixtieth floor, and both of us were gonna get our bones smashed to pieces, and I only had two protein bars, and you know how I get without food,” she stated. He nodded.
“Cranky.”
“Exactly. But.” Y/N chuckled. “We didn’t die. Which’s great, not complaining, and I gained one of my all-time best friends.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t die.” Harry gave her a warm smile and nudged her foot with his. “Wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet you otherwise.”
She nudged his foot back. “ ‘M glad I didn’t die either. And I gotta say – you’ve made this whole quarantine bearable. Sometimes it’s like fighting with four toddlers, and that’s always a futile battle. Happy to have another wrangler with me. Also an accessory to my crimes.”
He inched his hand towards hers, and when Y/N didn’t pull away instead liked her pinkie with his, a warm feeling rushed through him.
“Happy to be of help.”
***
It was two nights later or full two weeks since the six of them had been together when things took a turn.
Y/N’d always been a light sleeper, especially when her life was mainly placed in New York, but now, living in the middle of nowhere, she’d been able to catch up on some sleep. That was when the sound of her door being opened made Y/N shot up in her bed, sheets clutched at her chest in a panic. “What? What’s wrong? What did Calum set on fire?”
“Nothing.” Harry’s eyebrows scrunched up, but he decided not to ask. There was the morning for that. “This might seem weird, but could I uh could I possibly sleep in your room?”
She blinked a couple of times, because her brain was still processing his words and if they were even English, but once they registered, Y/N nodded, pulling back her blanket and scooting over. “C’mere.”
“Again, I’m sorr-“
Y/N shushed him, as Harry climbed in the bed, placing the duvet underneath his arm and twisting to see her, as she mumbled, “less talk, more sleep.”
He hummed in agreement. His eyes were heavy, in fact, they’d become heavy the instant his head had hit Y/N’s pillow, but it was like his heart, the same poor heart that’d had to deal with the newfound emotions for the whole time he’d been there, the same poor heart that didn’t know better and always gave itself away to the person it deemed to be worthy, no matter if in the end it ended up broken, took over the control of his eyes and mouth, and while slamming against Harry’s ribcage, he whispered his confession.
“I really like you… As more than a friend.”
A second passed. He felt Y/N stir as she turned towards him, brow furrowed. “Sorry?”
“I said…” He let out a shaky exhale. “I like you. I fell for you pretty much the second I entered the house and you threatened to throw me out because I was a guy. And then I fell for you when I saw you let loose in the studio. And then once more when I witnessed what your wrath entails.”
Y/N chuckled. “Cheese.”
“Yeah…” He let out a little laugh. “Cheese.”
A gentle palm went to brush away the hair stuck to Y/N’s face and he swore he could just melt as she leaned into his touch. “And then I fell for you when you said yes to singing my song… when you sang the lyrics, I dedicated to you… and every second I fall for you even more… I just… I thought you should know…”
“Well, I can only hope that you’ll take this as a compliment then, when I say I kinda like you too, Styles,” she mumbled snuggling deeper into her pillow. “Though I didn’t think I was your type.”
“What’s my type then?” he mumbled back, letting his arms wrap around Y/N’s waist when she shuffled closer. Not only was he now fully in heaven because he was covered by the softest duvet in the world, head resting against a literal cloud, but also because his nostrils were invaded by the gentlest of smells, and the body against his was the warmest of comforts.
“Well, not girls like me.”
“You mean talented, beyond funny and absolutely breath-taking?”
“Introverted, house hermits who don’t wash their hair unless they have to go somewhere with a perchance of self-destructive behaviour. Unintentional that is.”
Harry’s eyebrows lifted. “Would’ve never taken you for an introvert.”
“Mmmh,” Y/N sighed, feeling his fingers skim her skin. “That’s because I’ve known those guys for years, and they’re like my brothers. Couldn’t be uncomfortable even if I tried with them. We’ve seen too much of each other. But I’m definitely an introvert. Almost had a panic attack the first time I had to make my own doctor’s appointment.”
“You didn’t seem shy with me.”
“That’s because for some weird reason I… I didn’t feel awkward around you. And I mean, you did bring wine.”
She could feel Harry’s chest rumble as he laughed. “Well, I hope it helped with inspiration.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she huffed, but opened her bleary eyes and were met by Harry’s green already staring back. She couldn’t contain the giggle, and it only grew in power as he chuckled himself, making her bury her head in his chest.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Just never thought I’d date someone from 1D.”
“Are we below you or something?” There was no trace of malice and hurt in his voice. He knew Y/N wasn’t like that.
“No, ‘s just my boy band phase was ‘Good Charlotte’, ‘Panic at the D!sco,’ ‘My Chem’ and the sort.”
“So, you weren’t fainting while listening to ‘You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful’?” Harry mumbled in Y/N’s hair, sleep slowly overtaking him.
She shook her head. “Sorry, no. Panties definitely weren’t dropping then.”
“Are they now?”
“According to ‘Watermelon Sugar’ you’re the one pulling all of ‘em off.”
“Damn. Guess it’ll have to be my new challenge.”
Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up as she looked at him before promptly falling asleep. “Making my panties drop?”
“Yep. But this time because of me, not Gerard Way.”
“Bold of you to assume it was just Gerard Way. I’m a slut for all of those wizard dads.”
By the time she slurred out the last sentence both of them had drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
***
“They were right!” Harry shouted jumping up in the bed, startling Y/N awake once more as if something was breaking down on their heads with how urgently he jolted. “It does take women two weeks to fall in love and men 8 seconds.”
A pillow met his face. “Fall back asleep.”
He leaned over her still horizontal form, a smug smile on his face. “Are you gonna make a TikTok about it?”
“Probably ‘bout how I murdered the boyfriend I was with for three hours if he doesn’t let me sleep.”
He didn’t argue. With a smile on his face, Harry drifted off once more. Who knew that getting stuck in a hotel somewhere in Utah would lead him to the love of his life?
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Low and behold the entire Bee movie script
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.
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Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript
Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
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Bee Movie Script
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. Special thanks to SergeiK.
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Home for Christmas
CW: just pure fluff, really. As fluffy and as soft as snow but not as cold. Idol! Mark Lee x reader. Johnny's there too but just as support.
WC: 3.3K
Summary: in which you're alone for Christmas and Mark tries to give you a gift to make you feel less sad.
A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone. Happy holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas. I hope you're all happy, healthy and safe. I'll also be taking a break from TBTC next week and posting something for New year's ✌️
Long distance relationships were hard but they had their good sides as well as bad. One good thing is that you had a lot of time for yourself but on the bad side, you often felt lonely whenever you're out and see people with their significant others. You never really had to spend money on dates but conversely, you never had a chance to go out and show off your boyfriend in public. The time difference often made it hard for you to talk but neither of you ever missed out on your calls.
Mark would call you first thing in the morning when you woke up. It would be midnight to him but luckily, he was a night owl and didn't mind keeping you company while you got ready for your day. Then, you would go about your day before calling him at 5pm, 9am his time, to do the same for him. He often spent his mornings at home before heading to the studio for practice or to write so it was ample time to catch up and just talk about random things. He liked to watch you cook and he often would watch something in Netflix with you. Sometimes you were lucky enough to have him talk you to sleep, or sing you a song he's been working on to send you off into your dream world.
It sounds perfect in a way. You're both able to focus on your lives during the day because the other is safely asleep but you craved the physical aspects. You wanted to be held, you wanted to hold his hand, hell you just wanted to eat a meal with him sitting across from you at the table instead of on a little screen.
The past year and a half has been spent like this. You were childhood friends, growing up together before he moved overseas. You often spent recess running around together and sharing snacks. He wasn't necessarily your best friend, but he was one of the few friends you had growing up and even to this day. It's not that you weren't social but you just preferred being by yourself a lot. You kept in touch with the few friends you did have and that was all you really needed.
It was a surprise to run into him given the circumstances on both ends. He was an incredibly talented and relatively famous Idol in another country; and you moved across the country for school but ended up staying there after landing a good job. You were aware that he would be performing with his group but it wasn't your scene. And you couldn't get tickets anyway since they sold out almost instantly.
Out on your lunch break, you were grabbing a midday iced coffee. But you were trying to juggle setting up meetings and calls with a few important people so you weren't really paying attention when you went to grab the coffee, thinking it was yours.
"Oh I'm sorry." Both you and the owner of that drink said.
Finally, you looked up from your phone at the man and for some reason, you had a feeling of familiarity with him. After squinting your eyes and trying to go through your roledex of people you've encountered in your life, your brain finally figured it out. "Mark?" You say with bewilderment.
"Oh my god! It is you!" He pulled you into an extremely tight hug. "I saw you but I couldn't really tell and I didn't want to go up to a random stranger." He laughed and you couldn't help but do the same. Mark always had that effect on people, he would laugh or smile and no matter who he was with, they would do the same.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, somehow completely forgetting that he was due to perform the next day, which he reminded you of. "Oh! That's really exciting." If you were honest, you were distracted by how he's grown up. He used to be this cute boy that you would trade your fruit snacks for cookies with. But now he was incredibly handsome but still had those captivating eyes that could make you melt.
"This is amazing, I can't believe we ran into each other like this." He pulled you into another hug that brought a blush across your face. You were in a daze as he introduced you to the 2 other guys with him but you didn't really catch their names. You just noticed that they were also incredibly handsome. "But hey, if you're free tonight, we should catch up!" You agreed, thankfully.
And you could say the rest was history but beyond that one fateful day/night, you haven't seen Mark. A full year and a half later, you were entering your second Christmas without him but unfortunately, you weren't able to go home to your family to distract yourself from the boy you wanted to be with during the holidays. Not usually the type to be into overly romantic gestures, you uncharacteristically were craving the experiences that couples usually had in the movies. Your sisters told you countless times to stop watching Hallmark Christmas movies but you really couldn't help it when there was nothing else to watch on TV.
December 23rd. You were staring at your miniature Christmas tree that you had bought for your small apartment. The rest of your apartment was fully decorated in an effort to fill the emptiness you felt but it didn't seem to help much beyond wishing that Mark were there to experience it with you.
It was a perfect Christmas, the snow was falling outside and you reminisced about that rare snow day you had in your West coast town. That day was incredible. It was Christmas Eve and the whole city shut down due to the influx of white that they rarely had to deal with. Mark had banged on your door and begged your parents to let you go out and play despite it being Christmas Eve. That day was spent building snowmen, having snowball fights and everything before everyone went home and passed out to wake up to a white Christmas.
Mark had expressed to you that he missed that the most. Those snow days where everything shut down and you could just go out and be free to run around and have fun. You wished to be able to send some snow to him. But instead, you called him.
"Hi baby, how are you?" He said in a gravely voice as he had just woken up.
"I'm okay, just miss you a lot." You pouted and he copied your expression. "But look!" You showed him the view outside your window, including the snow capped trees and pillows of white on any surface it could cling on.
"Oh my god, that's beautiful." He sighed. "I wish I could be there to see it with you. I hate that you're alone this year for Christmas."
"It's okay." You flash a weak smile. "My coworker is going to drop off some food for me from her parents. I'll just have a Harry Potter marathon."
"Okay. I'll join you for that." He smiles. "My present for you should be showing up soon. I hope it gets there before the 25th."
"Hard to say. Doesn't matter if it does or not, I'm just happy to get something from you." You ease him of his worries. He often got worked up over the smallest things and you found it cute the way he would furrow his eyebrows in frustration only to breathe a sigh of relief when you told him to do so. You were his comfort and he was yours. Even if you were thousands of miles apart.
"I have to get going, love. I'll talk to you later okay?" He says and you are confused as he usually never has nice to do before noon. But you shrugged it off and assumed he just had some year end things to work on.
"Yeah I'll talk to you later. I love you." You blew him a kiss and he did the same before hanging up.
To be honest with yourself, you were starting to hate saying goodbye. Your heart would feel so heavy whenever a call ended and recently, that feeling got worse and worse with every call. Things were starting to feel like they were all for nothing. You trusted Mark and knew him well enough to know you were the only one that would be on his mind but that physical aspect was something you were craving. The simplest things like just being in the same room while you were both quietly working on your own things, exchanging loving glances every so often.
You dozed off watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and was woken up on Christmas Eve by the blinding white of the snow capped exteriors. Confused, you searched for your phone to check the time: 9:27. Mark has never failed to call you at 8AM every single day. It was your routine. It was your ritual. You send him a message but his phone doesn't even receive it. Is his phone off? You ask yourself. He did sound a bit off yesterday… Or was he just tired and groggy? Maybe he's having a late night in the studio. He said he didn't have anything scheduled for a few days though. In an effort to mitigate your panic, you throw your phone to the other side of your bed.
Forcing yourself to roll out of bed and make some coffee to try to dull some of the panic you were feeling. He wouldn't just ice me out on Christmas Eve. He's probably just tired and fell asleep before he could call, you convinced yourself.
It was nearing lunch time and you still didn't hear from your boyfriend. You had spent the morning curled up on the couch watching Disney Channel Original Christmas Movies, trying to distract yourself but every time something romantic happened, you sighed and wished for Mark. His phone still wasn't receiving your messages. Had his phone died?
In desperation, you text the only other person you knew who was close with him: Johnny. You had met Johnny that day that you ran into Mark but never processed it until you began watching their performances on YouTube. Mark had given you Johnny's number so you could apologize for ignoring him but you would occasionally ask him for favours. Usually asking him to get something for Mark from you. He often said, "I only do this because I love Mark and you love Mark."
You [11:34AM]: Hey Johnny? Are you awake?
You [11:34AM]: Merry Christmas, by the way!
It was almost 4AM so you would be surprised if he was still awake but he often stayed up late with Haechan so you figured it was worth a shot.
Johnny [11:39AM]: what's up?
Johnny [11:38AM]: Merry Christmas to you too :)
You [11:40AM]: is Mark okay? I haven't heard from him since last night. I'm getting worried.
You watched as Johnny's message bubble appeared and disappeared a few times. He was hesitating…
Johnny [11:42AM]: he's fine. You'll probably hear from him soon ;)
You [11:42AM]: ?? What's that supposed to mean?
Johnny simply replied with a shrug emoji and you wished you could send a punch through a text message. But you sighed and continued sipping on your hot apple cider as you pressed play on another movie. Johnny doesn't lie so I'll believe him for now.
You had somehow fallen asleep and you only realized when you felt your phone buzzing next to you. Without even checking the caller ID, you press the green answer button and put it on speaker as you tried to pull yourself out of the afternoon nap haze.
"Hello?" You say, barely above a whisper.
"Hey baby, sorry I've missed your messages. Johnny said you were worried about me?" Mark's voice shook you awake. You scrambled to sit up before picking up your phone and taking it off speaker to hear him more clearly.
"Mark? Are you okay?"
He simply laughed, "I'm okay babe. I'm sorry for worrying you." He apologized again.
"No, it's okay. I was just worrying over nothing. What were you doing?"
"I was at the airport." He said and you could tell there was something up by the tone of his voice. Mark could never lie to you even if he tried.
"And?"
"And I need you to come pick me up." He teased and you became even more confused which made you a bit upset as you didn't like being led on.
"Mark I can't, you're in another country." You roll your eyes even though he can't see.
"Baby, I'm not. I'm here." And it finally clicked in your head.
"Wait! You're here? Like here? Like in the same city?" You try not to scream.
"Yes, exactly. I wanted to surprise you better but the snow delayed things…"
"It's okay I'll come now!" You practically yell into the phone.
"Drive carefully!" He warned you before hanging up.
Like a tornado, you tried to clean up your apartment so your boyfriend didn't think you were a complete slob. At the same time, you were trying to pick out a cute outfit and do your hair in an effort to make yourself look somewhat presentable.
With your best effort, you shrugged when you checked yourself in the mirror before pulling on your parka and heading out the door. As your car warmed up, you reminded yourself that Mark had seen you at your literal worst. From the late night mental breakdowns to a hungover morning from having a few too many drinks with your coworkers, Mark had seen it all and always assured you that you looked amazing. Maybe he was lying a few times during those moments but he never made you feel like you were anything less than perfect for him.
You did your best to drive calmly to the airport. There wasn't much of a choice as the other cars on the road were also trying to get to their destinations safely so traffic was moving at a slower pace. After what seemed like the longest car ride you've ever taken, you pulled into a parking stall at the airport and checked your phone to see that Mark had sent you the gate he was at, waiting for his luggage. You practically sprinted across the parking lot and road, having a few close calls with other pedestrians and a few cars. But you couldn't help yourself. You were finally getting to see him.
Arriving at his gate, you tried to catch your breath as you scanned the crowd around the baggage carousel looking for Mark. When the two of you finally made eye contact, you burst through the crowd and jumped into his arms. You thought you would tackle him down but he was surprisingly strong and not only caught you but picked you up, allowing your legs to wrap around him like a koala baby. People aw'd and some even clapped while others pulled out their phones to candidly capture your reunion.
"You're here." You choked back tears, breathing in his scent and making sure you locked it up in your memory for future use.
"I'm here." He breathed into your ear which triggered the tears to start falling. He placed you back on your feet but steadied you in the warmth and safety of his arms. He chuckled while he wiped your tears away, "why are you crying?"
"I don't know, I just missed you so much." You sniffled while looking up at him with wet eyes. It's been so long that you had forgotten that he was taller than you by more than a few centimeters. So when he leaned down to kiss you, you were surprised but also extremely comforted as a wave of warmth filled up the emptiness in your heart.
"My little crybaby." He placed another kiss on your forehead.
You clung on to each other until his suitcase dropped down from the chute. Hand-in-hand, you led him to your car. Amazingly, you navigated the whole way there while beaming up at Mark the whole time. He reciprocated but occasionally pulled you to the side to avoid running into someone else.
The car ride back to your apartment was just full of you two talking about anything and everything. From when he planned all of this and how he managed to get out of his activities to Johnny almost ruining the surprise when he struggled to say something that would both ease your worries but not let you in on the secret. The whole time, Mark's hand was on your thigh as you needed both hands to properly manoeuvre your car through the snow. You sometimes caught Mark looking outside with pure wonder and amazement as he took in the image of the city blanketed by the snow. The smile on your face never left as you tried to process every moment with him to keep in your memories.
"So how long are you staying?" You say as you take the elevator up to your apartment. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you had a feeling that your boyfriend who was usually uncomfortable with physical attraction, wouldn't keep a hand off of you the whole time he was there.
"I have to leave the day after Christmas." He says quietly.
Trying not to be upset by the short time together, you reminded yourself that it was better than nothing. "We'll make it work." You say simply to him while learning up to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Mark felt overwhelmed by your apartment. The moment he stepped in, he was greeted by the sweet scent of vanilla and oranges. He tried to take as many mental notes as he could while walking around and taking in every single detail of your place. This was your home and he felt like every little knick-knack strategically placed by you was a piece of you.
"Here." You handed him a cup of apple cider to warm up.
"Thank you." He added a kiss to your temple. Suddenly remembering something, he let out a little gasp before placing his cup down on the coffee table and going to his backpack. He pulled out a box wrapped in red paper and a golden bow that was slightly flattened from its journey to the other side of the world to you.
"What's this?" You ask when he places it in your hands, taking a seat next to you.
"Just open it." He smiles. The excitement was practically bursting from him as he anticipated you opening the box.
"Your gift is probably on the doorstep of your mom's place right now." You sighed.
"It's okay baby, I can't wait to open it but just open yours now." He said.
The lid lifted to reveal a necklace with a delicate golden chain and a little purple gem dangling from it. "Mark…" you coo, your eyes welling up with tears again.
"Are you going to cry again?" He laughs and you playfully poke his side. "I know purple is your favourite colour… It's not much but I thought you'd like it." He said softly while he fixed it around your neck. You smiled up at him before you situated yourself in his lap, straddling his thighs.
"It's perfect." You kiss him, "what else did you get me?" You pull back when he tries to deepen the kiss.
"What do you mean?" He stared blankly at you.
"You said it's not much so where's the rest of my present?" You say mischievously.
"You said it's perfect but you want more?" He cocks an eyebrow up.
"Well… I haven't seen you in a year and a half, there has to be more." You tease.
"I'm your present aren't I?" He smirks, grabbing the bow from the box and sticking it onto his head.
"I guess…" you laugh while leaning in to kiss him again. "You're lucky you're cute." You say as he stands up, making sure to wrap your legs around him before turning towards your bedroom.
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Can u do a Tom Holland x black reader were the hollandare going to readers families house for dinner and there very excited because readers mom throws down In the kitchen and they love soul food 🥰 ending in fluff
T.H| Uncle?
Damn yo baby wild
Warnings: helping you put on jeans, mother crying for .5 seconds- sam holland being very hungry- language? Idk
A/n: I kinda just woke up. Ive been alseep all day wtf is wrong with me
“come on braydon!” you shouted at the two year old, who was currently naked running around the house, “Thomas help!” “i see you naked!” he playfully shouted at the baby trying to catch him. “NO!” braydon continued to run down the halls, you groaned as you put the toys in the bath. “BRAYDON NO!” he yelled, your eyes widened as you were confused. “WHAT DID HE DO?” you yelled, looking at the open door.
tom let out a loud groan, grabbing the baby and bringing him to the bathroom. “how did that happen?” “he runs like the flash, i swear i only blinked my eyes for a second and then BOOM here he was” you both looked at the baby, who was licking the icing off of his fingers. “just- come on” you sighed and held out your hands in a gimmie gimmie way, tom gave the naked baby to you and you started to wash him up-
after 5 minutes of fighting braydon trying to not make him eat the lotion nor grease you god him dressed, you all matching shoes. “y/n hurry up!” tom said, throwing his bed on the phone on the bed as he waited for you to put on your pants. “they literally wont come up, i need your help” you looked back at him, all of a sudden his face started to brighten up as he climbed over to you, grabbing the hem of your jeans and trying to pull them up “sheesh, you've been eating good” tom commented, struggling to pull up the pants. “fuck you, no sex for two weeks” you tried to slap his hands away but his jaw dropped looking at you through the mirror “i sincerely apologize for my actions” he said, trying to sound sweet.
“ill think about it, get off me” you waved his hands away but they never left “im gonna get these on and we are gonna act like i never said anything. agree?” he said, “uuuuuhhh” “i will pull these down y/n” “i have other jeans smarty pants” “well then i will leave you like this” he sent a look at you like he knew it all. “whatever” “mommy phone please” braydon said, he grabbed your phone from the night stand and crawled to you trying to hand it to you, you smiled and took the phone, unlocking it while tom stood and pulled up the pants, only to fail again, his fingers started to red but he was very determined to get them on “alright im gonna need you to turn around, then your gonna hold onto my shoulders- and then jump, okay?” he said, looking at you through the mirror as you only nodded and gave bray the phone.
from the top, make it drop thats a wet-
you quickly took the phone away from braydon as tom looked at you as if you were crazy, closing Instagram you put on a very wide smile handing him back the phone “lets just get these pants on” you said, finally turning around to tom and holding onto his shoulders. “one...two...three!” you jumped and he pulled them up “one more time...one..two..three!” he pulled them up higher and you looked at yourself behind letting out a ‘yay’ “you see how strong i am?” he flexed his muscles and you and you only shook your head “we got places to be thomas”
tom offered to go to Safeway for a whole new, non homemade cake which you of course disagreed, at moms house nothing was store bought other then the ingredients, and ramen.. but other than that she was all good.
“come on bray, time to see nana” tom whispered, trying to tickle his neck as bray let out little breathes, wiggling his head a little bit, but when he opened his eyes a smile found his face that made tom chuckle “yeah bray, were gonna go see her” he cooed, unbuckling the car seat and taking him out.
stepping up to the house brought back memories, but it was time to make new ones..tom walked with the diaper bag on his back and bray on his hip, his hat backwards as he bounced braydon some, watching the door open revealing “papa!” bray cheered, a big smile on his face and his eye creases that he got from his daddy, he threw his arms out trying to wiggle out of toms arms which you all laughed at, “hey pops” you said while he reached for the baby “hey princess, how are you?” he asked, opening the door more and tom held your hand, walking in.
“good, wheres mom?” “shes in the kitchen” he smiled, you seprated yourself from them both leaving bray telling them make believe stories about knights and dragons and how he gave them an uppercut, it left pops questioning if the house is safe or not but oh well.
you walked into the kitchen finding your mom cooking the greens. “oh- ive been waiting for you” she smiles, taking the ladle out of the pot and putting it on the glass painting you made. you smiled and walked closer into the kitchen, right infront of the sink. she crossed her arms over the chest and looked at your figure “how have you been baby?” she asked and you shrugged.
“im happy...like really happy, which is actually strange you know, the love i have for tom is.. indescribable actually” you smiled as her bottom lip quivered “mom dont do it, pleaseee dont” you whined looking away from her. “i cant help it!” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “god your all grown up-” she looked away from you took, placing one of her hands on her heart.
“you wouldnt be doing this to jamie” you said glaring at her. “because hes a man, and when he was a boy he was a damn handfull” “all he did was play the game!” “exactly” she tipped her head at you and you giggled.
she opened her arms and you playfully rolled your eyes, walking over, you embraced her “you were our little princess, you asked for a prince everyday and begged for a frog” you both laughed “and i had to tell your dad every single goddamn day to hide the skirt, hide the dress, it was madness”
“and then- and then it went woooshhhh” bray said, sitting on papas lap and speaking with his hands. “very interesting, and when did this happen?” he asked, bray thought for a minute.. “like yesterday!” tom laughed at the small child's words while papa had to act like he believed it letting out an ‘ahhh i see’ and nodding his head.
it took a while for everyone to get there but everyone came, Sam continuously reminding harry that he fasted to the meal that your moms gonna cook while harry thought about it his self, his mouth watering as he drove to the house.
Jamie came over with his wife, their kids older than your own by a year so they could socialize all they please, you all took your time talking to each other, Nikki sticking with your ma and dom with pops, you and tom plus his siblings sat around and watched the kids speak, you looked over at tom who looked over giving you a childish smile which you returned putting your hand through his hair and playing with his loose curls.
“i swear she was always so thirsty” “shut up Jamie” you rolled your eyes, all sitting around the dinner table. “she would wake me up in 5 in the morning telling me its morning time and asked for orange juice” he said proving a fact as everyone around laughed, “she still does it now” tom added on making everyone laugh a bit harder “i think shes passing it on to bray” everyone looked at bray who was way to invested into the chicken bone, when he looked up he let out a “wut?” he really said `-` and took another bite.
sam finished his plate early, harry calling him fat and having a minor argument, you and Jamie wife shae talked while tom chatted with Jamie, all invested as a family, braydon played sword with Jamies son Shawn while his daughter Jannie ate the green beans, she walked over and asked for your corn bread noticing you haven't touched it.. you weren't such a corn bread fan so you gave it up to her “you look so gorges” “thank you auntie!” she said cutely, her dimples popping out as you let out an awe and looked at shae which she laughed.
it all ended in everyone watching the old movies, the ones you grew up watching. Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence and “uncle!” bray shouted, everyone look at him confused. Samuel l Jackson on the screen “what bray?” you asked, tom laying on top of you with bray laying on top of him, well sitting on him. “he told me- he told me he my uncle!” he turned to you and pointed at the screen, nodding his head aggressively. tom laughed “yeah i bet” he starts to remember when he took bray on set.
everyone let out tired laughs from the explanation and slowly fell asleep, tom holding your thigh as you left your hand in his hair.
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Quarantine Series: Burnt Out
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Y/N has to work from home during Quarantine, but when she gets extremely busy it’s up to Tom to find a way to help her relax .
A/N: This is my second attempt at this piece. Last time I created this it was super long but it got deleted 😩
Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night | Silence is Golden?|
All Y/N ever wanted was an opportunity to work from home. Then again, who wouldn't want that opportunity? All she could think about was how nice it’d be to work in the comfort of her own home, not have to dress up in business professional clothing, and most importantly be surrounded by the people she cared for the most. But as the saying goes, “Be careful for what you wish for.”
When a global pandemic decided to take over 2020, Y/N certainly got her wish. Her company was forced to work from home until further notice, but what she didn’t expect was the amount of work she would be given. Y/N was pulled from project to project with deadlines thin as paper, and was expected to pick up the extra work of those that were no longer with the company. There was no time to catch a breath, and there certainly was no time to spend with her beloved boyfriend, Tom. This only made Y/N more depressed and made the Holland boys only more concerned.
“Mate, you got to get her to take a break. She’s gonna overdo it.” Harrison commented to his best friend, as they watched Y/N type away like a zombie from the kitchen.
“You think I don’t know that?!” Tom responded with a defeated sigh. “Every time I ask her, she always brushes it off and claims shes fine. Don't get me wrong, Im proud of her and admire her work ethic, but damn its sucking the life out of her.”
Both Harrison and Tom continued to observe Y/N with a cup of tea on hand, wondering how long it would take before she snapped. Tom hated seeing her like this. To him this wasn’t fair. It’s not fair that her 8 hour shift now became a 15 hr shift. Its not fair that she had to work 3 weekends straight, and it certainly wasn’t fair that her company took precious time away to be together. It was hard enough already that he couldn’t spend time with Y/N like a normal boyfriend would because of filming. Now, that he has the opportunity to make up for the lost time, it’s taken away.
“What if you surprised her?” Harrison quipped.
Tom looked up at his best friend with curious eyes. It took a few minutes to sink in, until the brightest idea figuratively smacked him in the face. “Yeah...yeah!” he responded, a smile forming “And I think I know exactly how to do it.”
As Tom was working through the thought process of his brilliant plan, his younger brother entered the kitchen, looking for his usual afternoon snack. “Hey, does anyone know where —. Oh no...” Harry groaned as he looked up at Tom and Harry. “Whatever it is that you two are planning...Leave me out of it.”
“Come on, mate. You dont even know what were planning.” Harrison defended
“Believe me, I know enough and any plan that involves you in it, is likely to fail 99.9% of the time.” Harry opened up his bag of crisps as he continued to list out the other 99 possible reason why they should have left Y/N alone like she wanted. “Cmon guys, you know how she gets. When she doesnt want to be bothered, she doesnt want to be bothered.”
“You’re right Harry, but she’s so stressed, she’s homesick, and one day she’s going to overdo it. Id be a shit boyfriend, if I let it happen.” Tom reasoned. “Look, Im not trying to do anything crazy here. I just want to give her that sense of comfort and see her relax.”
Harry looked at his brother and then at Harrison, both displaying their best puppy dog eyes, in hopes that he’ll join in. “The face doesnt work on me...but I’ll help for Y/N’s sake.”
Meanwhile, Y/N continued her work in the living room, her eyes firmly glued to the computer screen. After being dragged into the kitchen and the Holland plan, Tuwaine slowly made his way to Y/N. “Hey Y/N.” he happily greeted. “I think it’s time for you get some fresh air, don’t you think?”
Y/N looked up, her glasses slightly shifting forward down her nose. “You know theres this thing called being stuck in Quaratine right?” she responded, continuing to code her project.
“I think the real question is do you really want to work here when there’s just nothing but CONSTANT NOISE !” Tuwaine yelled out, hoping the others would catch on.
“What?!” Tom yelled back. It took him some time to realize what Tuwaine meant by his statement. “Oh...Right!” Quickly, Tom grabbed whatever pot or pan he could grab his hands on and dropped them on the counter. Harrison and Harry gave Tom the strangest look. “What? I gave him some noise?”, he shrugged.
“See?” Tuwaine smiled back at Y/N. “You wouldnt want to distract that working brain of yours with all this going on, right?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as Tuwaine as she looked at him and the closed off kitchen. Did they think she was born yesterday? Of course she knew they were up to something. None of the boys were subtle enough to keep everything hush hush.
Y/N shook her head and decided to just go with it. The faster she complied, the faster they’d leave her alone, which only meant more time to finish her work. Tuwaine helped carry her laptop, mouse, and charger to the porch as he led her outside. “See, arent you glad your outside, breathing in fresh air with no distractions?”, Tuwaine spoke out.
Y/N took her time to admire the view. “Wow”, she whispered under her breath. Y/N couldnt remember the last time she set foot outdoors. Seeing the sunlight hit the flower beds, the gentle breeze rustle through the grass; it was beautiful. Of course, the moment was short lived with a simple ding, which only multiplied by the second.
Y/N dripped her head back, trying to rub out the frustration from her face. “Yes, well it was fun while it lasted. Duty calls.”
“Im sure they wouldnt mind if you just took five minutes for yourself at least.” Tuwaine commented, feeling bad about the amount of work he saw popping up on your screen.
“Yeah well that’s Corporate for you. Doesnt matter if you’re 500 km away or if a virus is hurting the population. If you’re not working, you’re useless.” Y/N shrugs. It wasn’t like her company was completely evil, this was just how business worked.
“I know Y/N, and we all see that you care deeply about your work but we’re all so worried about you too. We want you to be mentally okay as well. I know Tom is worried about you the most...He misses you, you know.”
Y/N’s heart dropped the second she heard him say it. She knew that all of this was gonna take some time away from Tom, but she hadn’t realized how much he would be missing her, even though they’re living under the same roof. “Yeah I miss him too, more than anyone will know. Believe me.” Y/N pondered for a moment as she stared at the work in front of her. Perhaps five minutes couldn’t hurt. “Maybe I will take that break after all.”
“Really?”, Tuwaine was surprised she had agreed so quickly, and at the same time he panicked. Tom and the others were not ready for Y/N’s surprise yet. “On second thought, Im wrong. You should keep going and try to finish up that project of yours or else you’ll never be done.”
“Excuse me?” Y/N asked as she tried to close her laptop. “You just spent a whole half hour trying to convince me to stop working, and now you want me to go back and work?”
“Yeah..I mean what do I know, right?” He laughed nervously. Tuwaine looked back at the door, for some sort of signal. Come on man it’s not like your preparing a break for the Queen of England.
“Listen Tuwaine, if I go back there and you boys break anything in that house...I swear— I’ll”
“Y/N!” Tom interjected as he stepped out to the porch. He wrapped his arms behind her waist, giving her a gently kiss on the top of her head. “How’s work, my pretty girl?” He looked back at Tuwaine and mouthed a thank you to him as he left the love birds alone.
Y/N turned around to face Tom, taking in his features and running her hands at the nape of his neck. “Busy, but what else is new? I’ve been missing you a whole lot”
“Me too, darling. Anyway, Im really hoping you can take a break from all this because I’ve got something special for you.”
“Oh no, babe. You know you didnt have to anything for me. Really Im fine..I-“
“I wanted to. In fact the boys wanted in on it too. So this is really from all of us, if you think about it.” Tom grabbed Y/N’s hand as he led her back in to house. “Come.”
As they both enetered the house hand in hand, Tom led Y/N into the kitchen, where the rest of the boys waited with diner burgers in hand and warm homemade chocolate chip cookies on the side of table. What seemed like a simple meal was a cure for any bad day..at least for Y/N it was. It represented a sense of home for her, while being far from Jersey. Even though she hadnt realized it, Tom and the boys knew she needed it. “Wow” Y/N breathed “I...I dont know what to say.”
“Dont say, just eat” Harrison laughed. “In all honesty this was Tom’s idea. We just wanted to make sure you had the support you need.”
“Yeah you deserve this, so please enjoy it.” Harry added. With that, everyone dug in and bonded over a family dinner, sharing laughs and stories. Tom leaned toward Y/N whispering in her ear, “I have a few more surprises after this.”
The next few surprises did not disappointment. He set up a nice warm bath for the two of them to relax and enjoy each others compny. A few subtle kisses, laughter, and silence was shared between the two. Y/N leaned back into Tom’s chest, feeling the water gently flow back and forth. Breathing in and out, she had forgotten how good this felt. Being close to Tom, was a different experience, one that no one could ever do justice. This was what she really needed.
After the bath, Tom led her into their shared bedroom. For a moment, Y/N stopped him as she pulled his head down to hers, giving him the kiss he rightfully deserved. Her lips crashed with his, his hands gently holding the sides of her tiny face. He picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and situated themselves on the bed. Reluctantly, they both pulled away, catching their breath. Their foreheads touching and noses gently rubbing the others. “I love you. I love you more than you could possibly know.” Y/N whispered to him
“And I love you. I just want to give you the world because you deserve it all. My hardworking pretty girl.” Of course all good things must come to an end.
After a great well spent break was shared between Y/N and Tom, she was back on the work grind. Only this time she was working in their room as Tom was reading a script for his next upcoming project. The more Y/N coded, the sleepier she was getting. It onyl took a few minutes before she started leaning into Tom and her eyes started to flutter. Her breaths became slower and she was out like a light.
Tom turned to look at Y/N, smiling to see the sight of her finally at peace. He removed her glasses and set them by her table side. Tom made sure to clock her out of work abd checked to see if her work was saved. Just as he was about to turn off her laptop, another message popped up. “Great”, he muttered, rolling his eyes at the fact her team is still working at this hour. He couldnt help but read it though. Just how badly did they need her anyway?
We all know how hard you’re working and going above and beyond to get these projects out the door. For that, we thank you! On behalf of the company we’d like you all to take a day off on us!
Tom smiled, relieved that shell finally get some time for herself. Feeling triumphant, he shut off her laptop and set it aside. Crawling back into the bed and covering themselves under the blanket. His arms wrapped her waist once again. “Goodnight, my love. Im so proud of you.” he whispered.
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The Loft (Chapter 2)
After a bad break-up, Hermione Granger moves into a messy and dysfunctional loft with four single men. What starts as a temporary home until she gets back on her feet becomes so much more, as she learns there's a lot of life - and love - that happens at rock-bottom.
Inspired by the TV Series ‘New Girl’
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Chapter 2
[Ron]
Shoveling cereal into his mouth, Ron stares across the room to where Hermione's sprawled out on the couch amidst a crocheted blanket and a mountain of tissues. Apart from her personal bubble of chaos, the loft itself is immaculate. Over the past week, Hermione dedicated all of her free time to either crying over romantic comedies, or stress cleaning, and as a result, the loft looks like an Ikea showroom, and Ron's Netflix recommendations are all fucked up.
"Didn't you watch that one yesterday?" he asks with a mouth full of food.
Hermione props herself up onto her elbows and raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I did. Why does it matter?"
"Dunno," he shrugs, before slurping the remaining milk from the cereal bowl. "Seems kinda pointless."
Ron sets the empty bowl into the sink and is about to leave the kitchen, but stops when Hermione clears her throat.
"What?"
"You're just going to leave your bowl there?"
"Yep. That's how things work here. When you need a dish, you take a dirty one from the sink and wash it."
"I've noticed," she says, "and I think it's disgusting."
"Well, you're new here, so you're the one that has to adapt. It's simple, really."
Ignoring her eye roll, he breezes past the couch and into his bedroom. She can deal with a few dirty dishes.
Unfortunately, the interaction reminds him that he has a pile of dirty laundry to clean. Groaning, he trudges over to the closet and braces himself for the mess when he opens the door.
To his shock, there is no mess. In fact, everything is clean, folded, and neatly stacked on his shelves. What should be a pleasant surprise instead makes his blood boil — only one person in this loft would even think about doing his laundry, and it's the same person who has absolutely no right to touch his underwear. His face heats up as he realizes what she's probably seen — Ron's underwear collection isn't exactly manly, and there are certain things Hermione doesn't need to know about him yet. Or ever, for that matter.
Ron storms back into the living room, clutching a wad of clean boxers. "Hermione!"
"What?"
"What the fuck?" He waves his underwear at her. What's the point of hiding them anymore when she's already rummaged through them all?
"You're welcome!" she hisses. "Your laundry was getting full. And stinky."
"I didn't say thank you," he says. "You can't just go through my clothes! Do your own laundry."
She mumbles something into her throw blanket just as Ron slams his bedroom door behind him.
Once in his room, Ron scrambles for his phone to send a text to the loft's group chat — the one that doesn't include Hermione yet.
Loft meeting in ten. My room. Don't tell H.
x
There's a knock at Ron's door ten minutes later, and Ron opens it to find Neville waiting patiently, bouncing on his heel. Hermione's still curled up on the sofa in a pile of blankets, and bears him no notice.
"Are you sure you don't want Hermione to come?" whispers Neville as he passes through the door.
"Positive," says Ron once the door shuts behind him.
Seamus pops in a few moments later. "Is this meeting about me? Did I do something?"
"Nope," says Ron.
Another knock at the door reveals Harry, closely followed by his sister.
"Hey!" says Harry.
"Hi… erm...Ginny?"
"Hey, brother," she greets him smiling, plopping down on his bed next to Neville.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just hanging out," she shrugs.
"Did Hermoine invite you? You weren't watching movies with her."
"No. Harry invited me."
Ron shoots a confused glance at Harry, who's pointedly looking away. "Harry has your number?"
Harry shrugs and glances down while Ginny brushes the subject aside.
"What's the point of this meeting?" asks Ginny.
Ron scowls at the group. Harry and Ginny hang out? Since when? "You don't have to be here since you don't even li—"
"What exactly are we discussing at this 'loft meeting'?" asks Seamus, cutting him off.
A few Dorito chips escape Seamus's mouth at his question. Ron resists pointing it out to him for fear of undermining his own complaint. "Okay, listen. Have you noticed how clean this place is?"
"Yeah, it's awesome," says Neville.
"Seriously," says Harry, nodding in agreement. "The fridge doesn't smell bad anymore."
"I agree. What's the problem with that?" asks Seamus, squinting toward his closed door, from which they can hear the muffled dialogue of Hermione's movie.
Groaning, Ron opens his closet door and gestures to the neatly folded rainbow of underwear. "That's the problem."
Seamus laughs. "Hermione did your laundry?"
"Yes," growls Ron. "Can you believe it?"
"What I can't believe is that you're upset about it. I wish she'd do mine!"
"Of course I'm upset. She went through my clothes!"
"Don't be!" laughs Seamus. "This is the closest you've gotten to a girl touching your boxers in what, months?"
"Shut up," groans Ron. "She didn't do any of yours?"
Ron glances back at his roommates; they are all shaking their heads no. "We don't let our laundry sit for days on end. Not like you," mutters Harry.
"You think she's just picking on me because I'm the loft slob?"
"Well…yeah," says Seamus, while Harry shrugs.
"Ron, it's not that big of a deal. She's upset, and cleaning is a good distraction for her," interjects Neville.
"Plus, she still doesn't have all her stuff back," says Ginny. "She doesn't have her own things to clean."
"Her stuff is at her ex's?" asks Ron. It would make sense — she has been wearing the same pair of sweatpants around the house since moving in.
Ginny nods.
"If she needs clothes, I could let her peruse my lost and found drawer," says Seamus. "I have a drawer for leftover clothes from women I— ."
"Yeah, we know. You talk about it all the time," interrupts Ron. "Also, jar."
Seamus chuckles.
"Maybe if she gets her stuff back, she won't touch mine."
"She already tried," says Ginny. "Why do you think she's been a mess for the last twenty-four hours?" She gestures toward the living room, drawing everyone's attention to the sound of drama brewing onscreen, as a heated argument between scorned lovers fills the silence.
"She went there?"
Ginny nods.
"And it didn't work?"
"All I know is she left empty-handed and crying. Cormac has a way of doing that to her."
"Can you… encourage her to go back?" asks Ron, ignoring the lump in his throat that forms at the thought of Hermione leaving that douchebag's apartment in tears. He shakes his head to dissolve the image. He can't let his pity for her get in the way of maintaining the natural order of the loft.
"She'll need more than encouragement," says Ginny.
"Then let's go with her," says Harry, eying Ginny, who smiles at his offer. "We can help!"
"No," says Ron. "I don't want to get involved."
At that moment, there's a loud crash in the living room. A few seconds of silence follow, indicating the interruption of Hermione's movie, and then she shrieks.
"Fuck," groans Ron.
They rush to the door and pour into the living room. Hermione's on her feet, clutching her blankets around her, staring at the TV. On the floor. Shattered.
"What the hell, Hermione!" shouts Ron. The tone of his own voice makes his own hair stand on end, and he'd hate to be on the receiving end. "What the fuck did you do?"
"I...I threw the remote at the TV, and it knocked it off the stand. I'm so sorry!"
"Why?"
"Because Bradley Cooper was about to cheat on his wife with Scarlett Johannsen, and it made me angry. I just reacted."
"It's a MOVIE, Hermione! It's not real!" screams Ron.
"It's real for me," she says back, her eyes watering with tears.
"You owe us another TV," says Ron. He glances at his roommates, hoping for backup, but they all just stand there motionless, gawking at the scene before them.
"I can replace it!" she says. "I swear, I have another TV. I'll go get it!"
"At your ex's?"
"Yes," she says, her voice breaking like she's about to cry again.
Ron addresses his roommates. "We're going now."
Hermione looks unsure. "I… I can't."
Ginny approaches her. "You can. You just need some courage."
"When it comes to Cormac, I don't have that."
Ginny pulls out a flask from her pocket. "Now you do. Drink this."
"What is it," asks Hermione, sniffing it and wincing. "I'm not a big drinker…"
"Liquid courage. Drink it, and let's go."
x
They take two cars to Cormac's apartment, assuring that they'll have enough room to haul back Hermione's belongings and that Ron doesn't have to drive with her. He doesn't think he'd be able to resist yelling at her again.
Ron, Neville and Seamus pull up behind Harry's pickup truck and watch as Hermione exits, takes a deep breath, and scuttles to the front door of a modest duplex. A few empty beer bottles are scattered around the two lawn chairs in the front yard, and there's a small garden that looks like it stopped being maintained about a week ago. Hermione knocks and waits. Ron catches his foot tapping impatiently, and his frustration grows at Cormac's slow response to her knock.
When Cormac finally opens the door, Ron lets out a big exhale. His ears burn with the realization that he was holding his breath. Seamus sends him a knowing smile.
The boys watch as Hermione starts to argue with the tall, sandy-haired man at the door. He'd be quite intimidating if he wasn't wearing a bright green hat featuring the logo from the Broadway musical Wicked. His impeccable taste in musicals only makes Ron hate him more.
"That's her ex?" asks Seamus. "The dude has muscles."
Ron ignores the wave of insecurity Seamus' comment ignites.
"His yard plants look awful," adds Neville. "He should take better care of his ferns."
Leave it to Neville to notice someone's plant maintenance, but Ron latches on to his criticism anyway. "Yeah, he really should water those."
They watch their argument until Cormac opens his arms in invitation.
"Don't do it, Hermione," says Neville.
Yeah. Don't do it, Hermione.
Hermione collapses into Cormac's open arms, and he engulfs her in a hug, running a comforting hand down her back. Ron feels sick at the sight and looks away — it must just be disappointment at the thought of Hermione not getting her television...nothing more.
"What the hell?" says Seamus. "He's like her kryptonite."
Cormac and Hermione sway on the spot and then freeze. Hermione appears to stiffen in his arms before pushing him away and pointing at the dying ferns. "You were supposed to water these!" she yells, loud enough that the boys can hear her.
"Well, I'm not really a plant guy!" says Cormac. "And neither is Romilda!"
At the sound of Cormac's new girlfriend's name, Hermione reaches for the potted fern on the porch and lifts it overhead.
"What are you— argh!" shrieks Cormac as Hermione dumps the pot on top of him, showering him with soil before slamming the pot onto the concrete where it shatters. "What the fuck, Hermione!"
"Oh shit!" says Seamus. "Don't mess with Granger."
"That was scary," says Ron before he can stop himself. "Brilliant, but scary."
The door to Harry's pickup opens, and Ginny exits, slamming it behind her and sauntering across the lawn. "I'm going to get your stuff, Hermione," she calls, before swiping past a stunned Cormac into the house.
Harry follows and motions toward Ron to help.
"Let's go," says Ron, opening his car door.
Ron makes sure to knock into Cormac's sturdy shoulder on his way through the door, and waits until he's out of sight to rub it. He really does have muscles, he thinks to himself. His insecurity bubbles back up at the thought.
Ron finds Hermione stumbling down the stairs carrying a pile of clothing. The alcohol Ginny gave her must be taking effect because she loses her balance and nearly trips, just barely catching herself on the bannister. Her clothes tumble from her arms and onto the stairs. On instinct, Ron drops to the floor to help her.
"Ron, no!"
It's too late. Ron is already on his hands and knees gathering her belongings into his arms. He blushes when he realizes he's holding a pile of her bras and underwear.`
"Erm, sorry," he says, handing the pile back to her. Her cheeks are rosy, spurring Ron's guilt for making her feel awkward. Not that he has any reason to feel guilty for simply touching her underwear — Hermione touched his, after all.
Ron clears his throat. "I'll just… help my sister with your other stuff," he says, passing her on his way up the stairs.
"Sounds good," she says awkwardly, and the two part ways.
x
Half an hour later, both cars are filled to the brim with all of Hermione's belongings, except for one: her television.
Cormac is guarding the monitor with his life, clutching it with his ham-like hands while Seamus tries to tug it free. The boys managed to move it out to the lawn, but now Cormac is putting up a fight.
"You can't take this!" he yells.
"Give it up, Cormac!" says Hermione, her arms folded.
"Yeah, dude, it's not even yours!" says Seamus.
Ron approaches the two to help Seamus try to pull it from Cormac's grip.
"Who the fuck are you, anyway," asks Cormac.
Ron opens his mouth, but Hermione beats him to it.
"These are my roommates, and I love them!" Her words slur together.
"You… what?" asks Cormac. His surprise causes his grip to loosen just enough for Ron and Seamus to slide it from him. "Are you drunk?"
"I love them so much!" she yells, which adequately answers Cormac's question.
"Maybe cut back on the 'love' talk, Hermione," says Ron, his stomach churning with discomfort.
Hermione ignores him and addresses Cormac. "I love them, and I hate you!"
Discomfort aside, Ron can't help but chuckle at her passion.
"She's a lightweight. Noted," adds Ginny, mostly to a grinning Harry.
"Now I'm taking my TV!"
"No!" says Cormac. "You never even use it!"
"I paid for it!"
"We can work out an arrangement," he pleads.
"Bro, she's taking the TV," says Ron, as he and Seamus haul it into his car.
"One more thing," says Hermione. "That's my hat!" She points at Cormac's Wicked cap.
"No, this is Romilda's," he says. "She loves musicals."
"No, it isn't! I love musicals!"
Ron watches with wide eyes as Hermione opens the door to his car and sticks her hand into a box. She pulls out half a dozen hats, all featuring a different Broadway musical.
Cormac crosses his arms, standing his ground. "Will you just get out of here now?"
He looks ridiculous trying to intimidate in his Wicked hat, and two can play that game. Ron reaches into the box for a second hat and plops it on his head. He's excited to see that he selected Les Miserables memorabilia. "Give her the hat back, and she'll leave," says Ron, crossing his arms to mimic Cormac.
Neville reaches for a Cats hat and sticks it on his head. "Yeah. Give it back."
Harry fishes out more hats — Rent for himself, Annie for Ginny, and Fiddler On The Roof for Seamus — and the three pull them over their heads, cross their arms, and stare Cormac down.
"No," says Cormac.
Ron exchanges a glance with his roommates, who nod in understanding. "One, two, three!"
Seamus, Ron, and Harry rush to tackle Cormac to the ground. He's caught off guard, and stumbles back before collapsing, and the boys are able to pin him down as he struggles. Neville swipes the hat from his head.
"Get in the car, quick!" says Ron, holding Cormac down for everyone to get a head start. Feeling a sense of pride at tackling the guy, Ron roughly pushes himself off and sprints to his car door, slamming it shut and turning over his engine before Cormac's even able to scramble to his feet.
"Wooo!" says Ron. "That was awesome!"
He expects a response from Neville or Seamus but is greeted with silence instead. Ron glances to the passenger seat to find that he's sharing the car with only one person: Hermione.
"Oh, Hermione," he stumbles, immediately feeling awkward at her presence. "Where's everyone else?"
"Harry's car had more room," she says.
"Gotcha."
They continue in awkward silence for a few moments before Hermione speaks up again. "Thank you for helping. You didn't have to do that."
"Yeah, well… now that you have your things back, you don't have to touch mine anymore," says Ron, "especially not my underwear."
Hermione laughs. "Well, something good came from me touching your underwear."
"What's that?"
"Now I know you're also a Broadway fan."
Wincing, Ron recalls his collection of Broadway musical-themed boxers at the bottom of his drawer. He wasn't sure if she was planning on bringing it up, but it might just be the only common ground between them.
As it turns out, he's also wearing his Hamilton briefs, but Hermione doesn't need to know that. She'd probably think they clash with his Wicked cap.
"Don't tell the guys," he says cautiously, knowing he can no longer deny his guilty pleasure." Erm...maybe we could watch a musical sometime?"
"I'd love that!" she smiles.
Ron smiles back. Maybe she isn't so bad.
"Does this mean we're friends?" she asks.
Ron laughs. "No. We're still just roommates." It's going to take a lot more than a shared interest in musicals for them to be friends.
Hermione nods. "I'll keep trying for friends, but I can live with roommates for now."
"Let me clarify. Roommates who don't touch each others' underwear," he says. "Deal?"
"Roommates who don't touch each other's underwear. Deal," she confirms with a small smile before turning her focus back to the road.
The phrase doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, and he can't prevent the memory of Hermione's bra in his hands surfacing. He stares intently at the street, and hopes she doesn't notice the blush creeping back up his neck — he wouldn't want to give her the wrong idea.
From the corner of his eye, he can see her face flushing too. Ron's heart flutters before logic takes over. Maybe she's thinking the exact same thing as him — hoping he doesn't notice her blush, so as to prevent him from assuming she's attracted to him, or something.
If so, it's a good thing they're on the same page. Roommates who don't touch each other's underwear.
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