Melissophobia - The Fear of Bees
Title: Melissophobia - The fear of bees
Author: BekahFTW
Pairing: William Beckett/ Gabe Saporta
Summary: “You know, Gabey, I really wish you listened to me more often. Then maybe you could be on top for once.” He plopped down next to me and made the whole bed bounce. He started to outline my spine with his extensive finger. His fingers were long and boney, but that is exactly how I like them. I couldn’t ask for better fingers."
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none, that I can thnk of.
Disclaimer: I do not own these two sexy men.
Author's note: My second attempt at phobia, and my first attempt at Gabe/William<3
Lmfao total fail, but whatever. Practice makes perfect! (:
Melissophobia - The fear of bees
“Gabe! Gabe! Wake up! Get up!”
William was screaming on the top of his lungs, while bouncing on the bed. Which, needless to say, were very newly, unmarked clean sheets. That I just put on a few hours before. Like three hours before.
I rolled over on my stomach and exhale noisily. I know I’m not going to be able to fall back asleep, especially with William here. And this was definitely not the time to be conscious.
The sun was peaking out just a little over the horizon, and the sky was still a tad purple. The stars were still shining, and the birds are still dead to the world. The city was hushed, except for a few honks here and there, but that’s normal around here.
I don’t even know why William is awake at this hour, he usually sleeps ‘till one p.m. And it takes me about three times to try and wake him. Plus an occasional shove here and there.
I put the pillow over my head and tried to ignore his screaming. I know it’s going to be over something immature and pointless.
“Really Gabe, really? This is no sleeping matter! Now awake from your slumber!” William complained and stomped all over my white bed.
That I bought.
With my own money, not his, mine.
I felt the bed sink lower as he walked towards me trying not to get the sheets wrapped around his feet so he won’t trip and fall, like he always does.
“You know, Gabey, I really wish you listened to me more often. Then maybe you could be on top for once.” He plopped down next to me and made the whole bed bounce. He started to outline my spine with his extensive finger. His fingers were long and boney, but that is exactly how I like them. I couldn’t ask for better fingers.
He held his chin in his palm and his hair cascaded over his stunning face. His perfect face. I shiver at his touch; he doesn’t know half of the things he does to me.
My guts erupt with butterflies whenever I’m around him, or if I even think about him. Whenever he touches me, I automatically get covered in goose bumps. When he kisses me, I feel like I’m flying, I can feel the spark between us. Whenever I hear his striking laughter it brings a grin upon my own face.
There are just so many things I can’t describe. I can feel that we need each other; I know I can’t live without him, and I know for a fact, that we are definitely meant to be together.
I turn my head to the side and gawk at him. I just stare. He is just too wonderful to exist. How could God form such an attractive thing?
“William,” I can barely hear myself speaking. He looks at me and he beams, I get goose bumps all over again.
“I love you.”
His face automatically lit up, just as it always does when I tell him those three words. I love to make him smile.
I love the way he smiles. I love how it can make anyone’s day go from totally sucking to bright and happy.
I can still remember the first day that I met this wonderful boy. I met him the day that my mother died. And even then he brought my mood up even if it was only in the slightest change, he did it. And I don’t know how he managed to do that.
It was a gloomy, yet happy day outside. The sun was peeking out from behind a big black cloud that looked like cotton, just like it did everyday at noon, but today was unusual.
The city was demanding and earsplitting, just as always. Cars beeping, people shouting, the conversations were all musing together, but I blocked everything, and I just walked. I walked through the city, around the city, and hell, even between the fucking city. I just walked kicking the crumpled leaves a few times in the process.
I put my hood over my head, as if it would hide everything I was feeling inside. No one could see me like this; no one can see what I really feel at this exact second. They’ll think I’m a coward, they’ll think that I’m pathetic, and that I’m feeble. They’ll think that I’m a momma’s boy. Momma.
I shuddered. I could feel myself slowly rupturing. Everything just inch by inch ripping apart. Every organ, every bone, every cell is shredding and falling to the earth.
I go numb. I can’t feel myself walking. My legs aren’t attached to my corpse any longer; these aren’t my legs taking me across the earth. My legs are now gone, crumpled with the orange leave pile. They are withering in the sunlight and soon they are going to disappear, they are going to be dust.
These new legs are taking me to somewhere new. A place that I have never heard of, a place that I didn’t even know exists. It’s an area of trees just dead center lying in the middle of the city. Just trees. They are beautiful trees, yellow, orange, and red. Autumn can be such a wonderful thing.
These new bizarre legs take me to the trees. The marvelous trees, a place where someone like me would never belong. They take me to a pathway made of bricks. We follow the path together, and the colors are sucking us in. The trees are blocking everything out; they are hovering over me as if they could protect me. Ha, if they only knew what I was trying to hide from.
The wind blows and more of those crumpling leaves fall from the sky, onto the trail. The legs are taking me deeper and deeper into the trees. Kids run past us, chasing each other, giggling and smiling, the things I wish I could be doing right now, but I keep going.
After a while I appear at a small park surrounded by the trees, red, orange, and yellow. All I can hear is the crunching of the leaves as I stroll towards the park.
I shut my eyes and I feel myself coming back to reality. It’s depressing though, I don’t want to come back. I want those legs to be mine, forever. They can lead me to things; they make me feel things I haven’t felt before.
I’m now starting to feel like an ordinary person, a person whose mother just died. I am feeling everything a person would feel, and I don’t like it. I like the numbness. Why did it leave? Why can’t it come back?
And that’s where I completely broke. Finally everything has ripped, and fallen to the earth. I fell to my knees and I bawl. I shed tears as if there was no tomorrow. I weep like no one was there, watching me. I cry as if I was being slaughtered with a knife. I just cry.
I sobbed into my hands, and completely ignored everything around me.
I remember her touch, the tenderness that she brought to me, no matter what was going on. I remember her smile; it made my heart feel affectionate and strong, feeling invincible. Nothing could ever stop me. I remember her laugh, so pure and striking.
I remember everything.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay? Do you need some help?”
I wept some more and shook my head. I tried to get the words out of my mouth but they were buried deep inside me.
I was in complete darkness and I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to hide under my bed and never come out. I wanted to swim to the bottom of the ocean and never swim back to the surface. I wanted to walk through a blazing fire and just let the flames eat me alive. I wanted to fly to the moon and never return to this planet.
I want someone to take me away, forever.
My body trembles uncontrollably and it won’t stop. It does as it pleases, and I can’t end it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I weep louder. I feel the presence of someone sitting next to me, and I feel a hand comforting me.
I sigh and turn my head just a bit to observe the stranger attempting to soothe me.
He was stunning, no lie, and he was certain of what he was doing. He smiled, but I could see the look in his eyes. He knew I was hurting, roughly, but why was he helping me? How can someone be so caring? I pull him closer, even if he is a complete stranger, and I cry into his shoulder.
He wraps his tender arms around me, and I move even closer.
“If it makes you feel any better, I am absolutely horrified of bees.” The man whispers in my ear.
I smile a bit, and I continue to cry.
"What do you need to tell me that is SO important, that you have to wake me up this early, William?" I sigh and close my eyes waiting for his response.
"GABE! There's a bee on the window." He frowns and point in the direction of the window. "Please get him and throw him outside, Gabey!"
I smile and just shake my head. Same old, same old.
Author: BekahFTW
Pairing: William Beckett/ Gabe Saporta
Summary: “You know, Gabey, I really wish you listened to me more often. Then maybe you could be on top for once.” He plopped down next to me and made the whole bed bounce. He started to outline my spine with his extensive finger. His fingers were long and boney, but that is exactly how I like them. I couldn’t ask for better fingers."
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none, that I can thnk of.
Disclaimer: I do not own these two sexy men.
Author's note: My second attempt at phobia, and my first attempt at Gabe/William<3
Lmfao total fail, but whatever. Practice makes perfect! (:
Melissophobia - The fear of bees
“Gabe! Gabe! Wake up! Get up!”
William was screaming on the top of his lungs, while bouncing on the bed. Which, needless to say, were very newly, unmarked clean sheets. That I just put on a few hours before. Like three hours before.
I rolled over on my stomach and exhale noisily. I know I’m not going to be able to fall back asleep, especially with William here. And this was definitely not the time to be conscious.
The sun was peaking out just a little over the horizon, and the sky was still a tad purple. The stars were still shining, and the birds are still dead to the world. The city was hushed, except for a few honks here and there, but that’s normal around here.
I don’t even know why William is awake at this hour, he usually sleeps ‘till one p.m. And it takes me about three times to try and wake him. Plus an occasional shove here and there.
I put the pillow over my head and tried to ignore his screaming. I know it’s going to be over something immature and pointless.
“Really Gabe, really? This is no sleeping matter! Now awake from your slumber!” William complained and stomped all over my white bed.
That I bought.
With my own money, not his, mine.
I felt the bed sink lower as he walked towards me trying not to get the sheets wrapped around his feet so he won’t trip and fall, like he always does.
“You know, Gabey, I really wish you listened to me more often. Then maybe you could be on top for once.” He plopped down next to me and made the whole bed bounce. He started to outline my spine with his extensive finger. His fingers were long and boney, but that is exactly how I like them. I couldn’t ask for better fingers.
He held his chin in his palm and his hair cascaded over his stunning face. His perfect face. I shiver at his touch; he doesn’t know half of the things he does to me.
My guts erupt with butterflies whenever I’m around him, or if I even think about him. Whenever he touches me, I automatically get covered in goose bumps. When he kisses me, I feel like I’m flying, I can feel the spark between us. Whenever I hear his striking laughter it brings a grin upon my own face.
There are just so many things I can’t describe. I can feel that we need each other; I know I can’t live without him, and I know for a fact, that we are definitely meant to be together.
I turn my head to the side and gawk at him. I just stare. He is just too wonderful to exist. How could God form such an attractive thing?
“William,” I can barely hear myself speaking. He looks at me and he beams, I get goose bumps all over again.
“I love you.”
His face automatically lit up, just as it always does when I tell him those three words. I love to make him smile.
I love the way he smiles. I love how it can make anyone’s day go from totally sucking to bright and happy.
I can still remember the first day that I met this wonderful boy. I met him the day that my mother died. And even then he brought my mood up even if it was only in the slightest change, he did it. And I don’t know how he managed to do that.
It was a gloomy, yet happy day outside. The sun was peeking out from behind a big black cloud that looked like cotton, just like it did everyday at noon, but today was unusual.
The city was demanding and earsplitting, just as always. Cars beeping, people shouting, the conversations were all musing together, but I blocked everything, and I just walked. I walked through the city, around the city, and hell, even between the fucking city. I just walked kicking the crumpled leaves a few times in the process.
I put my hood over my head, as if it would hide everything I was feeling inside. No one could see me like this; no one can see what I really feel at this exact second. They’ll think I’m a coward, they’ll think that I’m pathetic, and that I’m feeble. They’ll think that I’m a momma’s boy. Momma.
I shuddered. I could feel myself slowly rupturing. Everything just inch by inch ripping apart. Every organ, every bone, every cell is shredding and falling to the earth.
I go numb. I can’t feel myself walking. My legs aren’t attached to my corpse any longer; these aren’t my legs taking me across the earth. My legs are now gone, crumpled with the orange leave pile. They are withering in the sunlight and soon they are going to disappear, they are going to be dust.
These new legs are taking me to somewhere new. A place that I have never heard of, a place that I didn’t even know exists. It’s an area of trees just dead center lying in the middle of the city. Just trees. They are beautiful trees, yellow, orange, and red. Autumn can be such a wonderful thing.
These new bizarre legs take me to the trees. The marvelous trees, a place where someone like me would never belong. They take me to a pathway made of bricks. We follow the path together, and the colors are sucking us in. The trees are blocking everything out; they are hovering over me as if they could protect me. Ha, if they only knew what I was trying to hide from.
The wind blows and more of those crumpling leaves fall from the sky, onto the trail. The legs are taking me deeper and deeper into the trees. Kids run past us, chasing each other, giggling and smiling, the things I wish I could be doing right now, but I keep going.
After a while I appear at a small park surrounded by the trees, red, orange, and yellow. All I can hear is the crunching of the leaves as I stroll towards the park.
I shut my eyes and I feel myself coming back to reality. It’s depressing though, I don’t want to come back. I want those legs to be mine, forever. They can lead me to things; they make me feel things I haven’t felt before.
I’m now starting to feel like an ordinary person, a person whose mother just died. I am feeling everything a person would feel, and I don’t like it. I like the numbness. Why did it leave? Why can’t it come back?
And that’s where I completely broke. Finally everything has ripped, and fallen to the earth. I fell to my knees and I bawl. I shed tears as if there was no tomorrow. I weep like no one was there, watching me. I cry as if I was being slaughtered with a knife. I just cry.
I sobbed into my hands, and completely ignored everything around me.
I remember her touch, the tenderness that she brought to me, no matter what was going on. I remember her smile; it made my heart feel affectionate and strong, feeling invincible. Nothing could ever stop me. I remember her laugh, so pure and striking.
I remember everything.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay? Do you need some help?”
I wept some more and shook my head. I tried to get the words out of my mouth but they were buried deep inside me.
I was in complete darkness and I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to hide under my bed and never come out. I wanted to swim to the bottom of the ocean and never swim back to the surface. I wanted to walk through a blazing fire and just let the flames eat me alive. I wanted to fly to the moon and never return to this planet.
I want someone to take me away, forever.
My body trembles uncontrollably and it won’t stop. It does as it pleases, and I can’t end it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I weep louder. I feel the presence of someone sitting next to me, and I feel a hand comforting me.
I sigh and turn my head just a bit to observe the stranger attempting to soothe me.
He was stunning, no lie, and he was certain of what he was doing. He smiled, but I could see the look in his eyes. He knew I was hurting, roughly, but why was he helping me? How can someone be so caring? I pull him closer, even if he is a complete stranger, and I cry into his shoulder.
He wraps his tender arms around me, and I move even closer.
“If it makes you feel any better, I am absolutely horrified of bees.” The man whispers in my ear.
I smile a bit, and I continue to cry.
"What do you need to tell me that is SO important, that you have to wake me up this early, William?" I sigh and close my eyes waiting for his response.
"GABE! There's a bee on the window." He frowns and point in the direction of the window. "Please get him and throw him outside, Gabey!"
I smile and just shake my head. Same old, same old.