#And yes whipped cream needs to make up 99% of any pancake or waffle

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Best Scene in the comic, hands down ❤️💙

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Get To Know the Muse: Andrew Riley

Favorite things.

season: Summer. The heat of the sun on my bones, the lack of ball-shrinking cold that eats into said bones and grinds them under ice-teeth. It’s beer, ball-game, and bikini weather. You can cook outdoors and everything smells like coconut oil and peaches. Sun’s up from about 0600 to about 2200. I really enjoy taking two weeks off and charter up to the Vineyard, staying at the summer house. Take the boat out to Devil’s Bridge and go fishing for stripped bass and squid, black sea bas and fluke, deep jigging with diamond jigs. I don’t feel trolling or bouncing live eels is very sporting.

pie: Unpatriotic as it might sound, I love deep dish cherry with the crumb top. Paired with a homemade vanilla bean ice cream. fruit:  I like peaches. The soft blushed curve, the crisp bite, the way it runs juicy out of your mouth. Fresh picked off the tree. I like guava too, passion fruit but don’t tell my sister. She’ll gloat. ice cream flavor: It’d be a toss up between English Tea Time which is black tea-infused vanilla with bits of shortbread in it, or maybe Cardamom black pepper, in a ginger-citrus base. I prefer cone to cup, and I’m not the kind that needs sprinkles, whipped cream, and stuff like that. Best cooking dip whether it’s dessert or dinner is to keep it simple. breakfast food: I’ve always tried to make sure Beth got a decent breakfast, things like pancakes and waffles, eggs and hash browns, fresh fruit. The chow in the Air Force tended to reinforce that because out of all the branches, it was the best. So when our schedules mix, that’s what we have. And when I’ve got work, then it’s a pot of coffee, a couple antacid tabs, and maybe one of them eggy muffin things with the hockey puck ‘egg’, bacon and cheese. alcoholic drink: Macallan 25 neat, three fingers.  soda flavor: Can’t go wrong with Coke, right? scent: Like personally? I love the smell of gun oil and leather, engine grease and summer grass with a hint of whiskey. As a cologne? something crisp or woodsy. On a woman? Depending on her skin chemistry something like Ed Hardy’s For Women, Azzaro’s Wanted Girl, or Tresor. Okay I really like Tresor. Like press my face into the curve her neck or her décolletage and breathe it in without trying to lick at...…anyway.  flowers: I like sunflowers, dandelions, daisies. But like that’s not really my area of expertise. When I put a bouquet together for someone, I consider her likes, her personality and go from there. animal: Dogs are cool movie: Tombstone tv show: I don’t really watch TV but that Brooklyn 99 thing is pretty funny.  book: How Much for Just the Planet by John M. Ford which was a hilarious Star Trek novel, if I am interested in something light. Or Neal Stephenson’s Anathem. What? I read. fairy tale: The Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Ballerina. genre of music: I like the blues, and classic rock. But I just like music in general. genre of movies: Westerns genre of books:  Scifi

Pick one.

hot or cold: Hot juice or soda: Soda tv or movie: Movie movie or book: Book late night talk shows or reality tv: Uh. Neither. {Talk shows, the trashier the better} twitter or Instagram: Instagram trees or flowers: Trees philosophy or psychology: Psychology ocean or lake: Lake water park or amusement park: Amusement Park {Particularly Coney Island back in the day} cats or dogs: Dogs fresh water or sparkling water: Tonic Water sugar or honey: Sugar cookies or candy: Cookies bath or shower: Bath morning or night: Night running or walking: Running piercings or tattoos: Tats frozen yogurt or ice cream: Ice cream vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla caramel or butterscotch: Caramel art or music: …Music t-shirt or button down: Either, depends on the occasion. text or call: Text ghosts or aliens: Aliens

Have they ever.

ridden a motorcycle: Yes, own one stolen something: I mean I think this is a very morally grey area. eaten an entire pizza by themselves: Who hasn’t? made a prank call: Absolutely broken a bone: Oh look, it’s a funny bitch.  fallen asleep during a concert or movie: Yes walked out of a movie because it was so bad: Yes been on the phone with someone for longer than 2 hours: On the Regular. dined & dashed: Wow, people do that? No. held a gun: For longer than I care to think about. Carrying two now, in fact. ding dong ditched: Yes gone skinny dipping: Yes cried during a movie: Fun fact, I have never cried in my entire life. smuggled food into a movie: Unfortunately. My sister is incredibly picky. lied to get a job: No practiced lines in front of a mirror: No.  tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: who hasn’t. The record so far is 23 of the jumbo ones. been kicked out of somewhere: Yes been on a blind date: Yes. ghosted someone: No comment bragged about something they haven’t done: No said i love you without meaning it: No gotten in a fight: ~laughs~ fallen asleep on a bus: I’m a soldier. I can fall asleep anywhere, any time, ever.

Miscellaneous.

how do they take their tea or coffee: Strong, black, two sugars, and if possible, a shot or two of whiskey in it. what is their ideal date: Depends on who I’m taking out, you know? But just for myself? A rented out Michelin star restaurant, followed by an evening at a blues or jazz club. Maybe a little dancing, or alternatively, going somewhere we can look out over the city lights and talk. followed by coffee and dessert or a night cap, and then I would escort my date home. Because I’m a fucking gentleman. what are some of their guilty pleasures: Oh honey, if you feel guilty about it, it ain’t a pleasure. longest they’ve stayed up for: 78 Hours. Mission Classified. greatest talent: That’s classified. strange habits: Taking my leg off at night and having to use crutches or belly crawl? Let my sister sleep in bed with me? People say we’re codependent. can they do a handstand: If ordered to.

can they cook: I’m a beast in the kitchen, on a grill, or behind a bar. do they have allergies: Bullshit maybe, but otherwise, no. do they believe in love in first sight: No. have any special talents: I can field strip an M4 Carbine or an M9 in under 45 seconds to a minute. I can hold my breath for seven minutes. And before the Accident, I could literally fly.

stolen from: my dash stolen by: you

[pawneewafflesben]

Prompts 1, 2 and 24 please you magnificent stack of pancakes with whipped cream on top ❤️

I FINALLY DID THESE IT TOOK ME LIKE WEEKS BUT HEY I DID THEM!!! Also The second Drabble prompt is a follow up to Kissing After Midnight ❤️ thank you for sending these in you amazing ray of sunshine!!

All of these are on AO3, the first and last in Tumblr Prompts and the second is its own fic titled "the most important," I'd link them but I'm too lazy to get off mobile...

1.“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

It shouldn’t be so difficult. They spent months being just friends.

Months where the most physical contact they had was a hand shake or a congratulatory hug. Months where thoughts of being anything but friends with Leslie were buried away, because there was no way she felt that way too.

But that was before. Before Ben kissed her right outside Chris’ office. Before they agreed that it was worth the risk if they could be together.

Together.

It’s been nearly a month since they decided they couldn’t be together anymore. For her campaign, for her future, to avoid a scandal. It was for the best.At least, that’s what Ben kept repeating in his head.

It’s for the best, as he stops himself from grinning at her like a lovesick puppy from across the conference room table. It’s for the best, when he’s eating soup alone on a bench, instead of sneakily eating lunch with Leslie. It’s for the best, when he feels angry and offended and slighted at the fact that Leslie moved on so quickly. As if there had never even been a together.

As if they were always “just friends.”

At those words, it takes all of Ben’s strength not to kiss her breathless and explain to her that “we’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.”

Because that’s their sad truth now. Just friends.

And when Leslie smiles at him in passing, Ben knows that’s all they’ll ever be.

2.“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”This takes place after my fic "Kissing After Midnight.”

By some source of magic Leslie sleeps in until 6:30. Smiling softly at the very faint rays of sunlight just beginning to sift through her blinds, before snuggling into Ben’s arms.

Except she doesn’t feel Ben’s arms wrapped around like she had all through the night.

No, instead Leslie rolls over to a very empty left side of the bed. No messy haired Ben telling her to go back to sleep by kissing her shoulder. No long fingers combing through her hair or rubbing circles on her hip.

Just an empty bed.

Leslie tries reasoning with herself as she crawls out of bed. Trying her absolute hardest not to let her mind spiral. Because this is Ben. And there’s no way that Ben, her absolute best friend since kindergarten, would sneak out of her apartment after ridiculously amazing sex.

“He’s probably just in the shower or bathroom,” Leslie tells herself as she pulls on pajama pants and her old Harvest Festival t-shirt before making her to the kitchen. Walking through her room that no longer had different articles of Ben-clothing scattered across the floor.

She bites back the disappointment and sadness when she walks by the very empty and very Ben-less bathroom.

Leslie feels her eyes brim with tears when she walks into the kitchen, once again Ben-less. She pierces her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry over a boy. Knope girls should not cry over boys.

Even if said boy is an amazing friend and adorable nerd with a cute butt, who only showed up to a New Years Eve party because he found out she was there.

There might’ve been a family emergency, Leslie thinks to herself as she stands on her tiptoes to grab the brownie mix. Ben would tell her that brownies aren’t really breakfast food if he was here.

But he’s not. Because he left. Without so much as a “see you around,” before leaving. No matter how much her heart would like to insist that Ben would never just leave like that; Leslie feels herself bitterly realizing that that is indeed the reality.

It shouldn’t hurt, they never even said they were dating, it was just one night. Leslie repeats that phrase in her head over and over, as she spoons the brownie batter into a pan and places it in the oven.

Leslie tries to tell herself that it’s pointless to be upset. They weren’t dating. They were never dating. Absolutely not couple. The complete opposite of a couple, really. So she really has no reason to be-

The sound of the front door unlocking immediately brings Leslie back from spiraling thoughts. She expects it to be Ann, even though beautiful sun ray Ann Meredith Perkins would never wake up this early.

But it’s not Ann.

It’s Ben.

Ben holding onto the spare key to her apartment in one hand and two styrofoam containers from the nearby diner in the other. Wearing the same clothes as the night before with hair just as messy and unkept as when he fell asleep on her shoulder.

Ben grins at her like he’s the happiest he’s ever been, Leslie’s 99% sure that his face could easily split in half from his smile.

“Well I see my plan to wake you up with waffles was a bust-”

Leslie’s heart flutters and she feels the tears that she was holding back start to leak from the corners of her eyes.

“I really need to get that absurd idea of actually waking up before you out of my head and,” Ben’s smile falls the second he catches a glimpse of Leslie’s teary eyes. “What’s wrong, is everything okay?” There’s genuine panic and concern laced through his words as Ben walks over and pulls Leslie into a hug.

He pulls back, only slightly, to kiss away the tears. No, not brush away her tears, kiss away her tears. Leslie’s heart all but bursts because that’s definitely a knew phenomenon that she has no trouble admitting she could definitely get used to.

When he’s kissed every inch of her face that had a single trace of a tear, Ben lets his forehead rest against hers. His brow still wrinkled in concern as he whispers “please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Leslie somehow forces a soft smile before whispering, “you kissed away my tears.” It’s not exactly what she wanted to say, but it’s what comes tumbling out of her mouth and she can’t seem to form any sentenced to take it back.

Ben softens, most of his worry slowly slipping away, and nods before pecking her nose. And then he freezes. “Is- is that okay? I know we didn’t really talk about it last night, but I just kind of assumed… Unless you know you don’t, that’s okay! We can go back to just being uh, just the friend thing? It’s your, it’s whatever you-”

Leslie kisses him before he can continue babbling.

“You do that a lot.” Ben murmurs into Leslie’s hair as he hugs her closed.

“Do what?”

“Kiss me to shut me up,” Leslie doesn’t have to be looking at him to see the smirk she’s sure he’s making.

“Well, It’s effective,” she whispers into his shirt before pulling away slightly, “come on let’s go eat those New Year’s Day wake up waffles.”

“Alright, then we’ll talk about what was bothering you so much?”

Leslie shakes her head while opening the styrofoam container, “it wasn’t important, just stupid-”

Ben’s warm hands are on her shoulders, turning her to face him before she can even finish the sentence. “Nothing about you is ever stupid, Les.” His eyes that normally resemble chocolate brownies are a little dark this morning, more serious, more concerned. He peppers featherlight kisses across her cheeks, waiting to see if she’ll tell him what was wrong.

Ben’s kissed her nose for about the fifteenth time when Leslie finally blurts out, “I thought you left,” Ben frowns at her words, opening his mouth to likely assure her that he would never leave, but Leslie continues before he gets the chance.

“I thought you left and I was upset and disappointed because I didn’t think you would do something like that. Then I thought maybe it was a family emergency or something, but I was really just worried that you’d left and I can’t not have you in my life. You’re too important to me.”

By the time every thought and feeling had spilled from her lips Ben was kissing her again. Similar to how he had last night, but different, softer and more calculated. As if he had to catalogue every detail and make sure that this was the best kiss for Leslie. (It was.)

“I’m not going anywhere Les,” Ben mumbles against her lips after their kiss, to happy to pull away from her completely. What he says next is practically inaudible. A quiet whisper as if he’s telling her his deepest secret. “You’re the most important person to me.”

24.“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“I just, I don’t get it!! I mean I’m their father, Leslie! I raised them!!”

“We raised them, yes.”

“We put a roof over their heads! We’ve given them food!! Healthy, safe lives!!!” Ben fell back onto their bed, fingers running through his hair in frustration and chest heaving from his angry rant.

Leslie simply nodded, not a trace of anger or annoyance on her face. Slowly wrapping her arms around her husband’s taught but powerful frame and kissing his cheek. “I know, babe. Let it out.”

Ben groaned as his brow furrowed and jaw clenched, “I just, I feel so disrespected! Leslie we do everything for them!! Everything!! And how do they repay us?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in disbelief. “I just don’t know how I’m supposed to move past this!”

Leslie murmured her agreement against Ben’s neck. Lips nipping and sucking at the skin as she slid into his lap.

“And I know they’re our children so I obviously love them forever and completely unconditionally, but I’m just so mad and-” Ben froze at the sudden realization that his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, and Leslie’s hands were reaching behind him to grab at his butt.

“Wait what’s happening right now.”

Leslie bit back a cackle and continued kissing down Ben’s neck before whispering, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” punctuated by a quiet sigh of content.

Ben let himself relax to his wife’s touch, his own hands pulling her closer and tangling in her hair.

Leslie was lmost completely undressed when Ben pulled back, suddenly remembering the entire reason this started in the first place.

“Don’t you think we should talk about it? Figuring out what to do? Before we get all caught up…”

Leslie quirked and eyebrow, pushing herself up on her elbows to be more eye level with Ben. “Figure out what to do about what, Ben?”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head, “The, the kids Les! We can’t just pretend that incident never happened, we need to talk about what kind of discipline-”

Leslie stared at Ben incredulously. “Falling asleep during Star Wars does not require disciplinary action Benjamin.”