#admin benny

[tiger-balm]

@ mapleleafs : what do you think argos?

[fannyyann]

they make me sooooooooooo

[nostalgiacriticshitpost]

NO, CRITIC, TURN AROUND 😭

(redrawn from this screenshot)

[matineemonsters]

I got laid off 2½ months ago when county commissioners defunded my office as a political power play. Now, one (1) day after I've officially moved away from that town, they're trying to restore those programs so they don't get recalled (turns out people like programs for gardening and agriculture!). Ahahahaha RIP in pieces I guess

[nerdieforpedro]

I've been writing so...

I have an interlude scheduled for "The Lake between Us" on Wednesday.

The question is.... Should I drop the first chapter of my neighborhood Din series or the Benny series? ☺️

I'm working on both and hopefully with any luck, I can write more for "Weddings 101 with Dieter" and my Javi G series.

Just curious.

[viatrixtravels-a]

// Today's co-op line-up with @fusaex3 is called 'Lumine has two hands' >3

...Oh and Benny was there too to buff them. xD And be the 4th wheel lol.

[ratatatastic]

stevie helping with social admin duties (aka catmin too short, big polite boy helped out) and getting a hell of a shot of benny

florida panthers @ boston bruins game 4

postgame | 5.12.24 (x)

[jolalibrary]

no need for mistletoe

frankie morales x f!reader | masterlist

summary: all of that led to this. The now. Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat. “Hi.” “Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

warnings: fluff, soft!frankie, first kisses, christmas vibes, lil’ flirting. brief mention of Frankie being a dad. wordcount: 2.6k

to @nothoughtsjustmeds - merry christmas from me, to you. you gave such amazing prompts, i tried to include as many as i could, and here it is. i hope you love this as much as i heart you.

When the cab comes to a stop, you find yourself outside of a very nice house, on a very quiet street.

Dropping your gaze down to the address on your phone, swallowing. Your nerves suddenly begin doing their thing to your gut again. Working. Gnawing at your insides as you flick your gaze back up to the number on the mailbox.

That’s when you take in the little ‘Santa Stop Here’ sign stuck into the perfectly maintained grass, the faux snow footprints which lead up to the porch and the array of twinkling lights that set this one out against all the others.

And, honestly, it’s just what you imagined from his home.

Not that it stopped the nerves from swirling, doubling up inside you—apprehension having begun to mount itself on top of worry.

Taking a deep breath, you pull out some notes, paying with a smile, before stepping out with a keep the change—and a Merry Christmas—and a slam of the cab door.

It takes everything within you not to yank the door open and get back inside. Even more not to turn and look at the driver, to not show how nervous you were.

Instead, you stare ahead. Steadying yourself as tyres crunched gravel, silence washed itself over you.

And then you were alone. No way of turning back—not without a phone call and another long wait.

Glancing around, you hover your eyes over the homes on either side of the one you’re standing outside of. Noticing the differences in how they’re dressed, how subtly was more one style and perfectionism the other.

This house looked entirely different. And, even if your fingers shook as you clutched your phone, a smile still managed to cut through. Your mind concocting images of the boys all banding together to hang lights, orders being flung—reminiscent of when they’re all attempting to train Benny (all at fucking once).

Biting down on your lip, you blow out a nervous breath—because you’re here now. No point in dwelling. You just need to walk up, rap your knuckles on the door and say hello. Simple. Easy.

Yet, it takes another minute to place one foot in front of the other. Hand stuffing your phone into your pocket as you—the heels of your boots catching on the stone path, cautious not to smudge the prints that lead the way to his front door.

It had Benny who had told you the more the merrier. But would more mean you?

You who barely knew much about them. Outside the version of them you see at the gym.

The one you had inherited, been given, had handed to you—it’s what your dad would have wanted being said when the keys—all heavy and scary—were placed in your palm. No business knowledge, just given the tip to be good to the regulars—the regulars mainly being Benny, his brother and his friend.

It had begun with letting him in at odd hours. Then you’d gotten Will’s number, for when he was in town, for when he needed access to the gym to help his brother train.

Then, when their visits became more routine, that’s when you began staying later to do “admin”—code for wanting to be around just in case.

The just-in-case is the reason half your wardrobe is dumped on your bed and your nerves are frantic from the cab ride over.

Teeth nipping at your lip, you second-guess the bottle in your hand—the little paper bag of treats you’d managed to grab before the store closed. You begin to re-question your outfit, whether you were over or underdressed, whether he’d be mad that his friend just invited you—

A flurry of thoughts, all rushing around like snow in a storm. All landing, thickening at your feet, burying you deeper and deeper in doubts and worries until you’re shrouded in light.

It’s warm, almost pearlescent as it illuminates the wooden porch you’re standing on.

It was cliche, very romance-novel the way the two of you met. Him having stepped through the gym door, lit up by sunlight, hands stuffing his t-shirt into the back of his jeans. All broad, loose curls and dark features—and a shy smile that only slowly broke out across his face.

From there it was little waves. Your eyes linger on his fingers, the length, the way they appear worn, weathered—and sometimes accompanied by a band-aid, sometimes close to skin colour and others with cartoons on.

It’s a while until names are shared and exchanged. Until you can put together an idea of the man who always wears a sun-scorched hat and clothing from a colour palette you’ve named him.

Then, you learn little things. That he likes listening to vinyls, that he has a son, that he likes the idea of working out but prefers to keep fit by building things.

What kind of things? Anything. Anything? Anything.

It’s how the conversation first began when he’d offered to build you a bookcase. A small one—easily tucked away behind the counter you’re often perched at and he’s often leaning against. Pointing out that he always sees you with a book, and that you must have a pile of them at your feet.

That’s when you learned he was astute, too.

All of that led to this. The now.

Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

You hear the laughter from another room before the door is closed. Frankie hovers, taking the wine and the paper bag as you slide off your coat. His face flushed, eyes staring at you before you watch him swallow, mouth opening, but you beat him to it—

“Thank you… for not minding that Benny invited me over.”

Nodding, he smiles. “Well. I asked him to invite you.”

“Oh?”

Looking at his feet, he smiles—soft, more sly. “M’really glad you could make it.”

"Well, Merry Christmas Eve?"

Licking his lips, he seems to swallow. "Merry Christmas Eve."

There’s something intimate about photographs, especially in frames dotted around a home.

A sea of memories displayed, the stories there, but not quite heard. Not until someone is willing to share them, to animate the frame and allow it to make sense.

Your fingers trace the air close to them, lingering on unworried smiles, spotting the beginning signs of the lines you’ve come to admire.

In your wildest fantasies, you never thought you’d be here. Not as the hours ticked on, not even when the brothers bid their goodbyes, and you suggested going with them.

You don’t have to. No? No.

So you didn’t. Hovering in the living room as Frankie bids them goodbye. You hear the sounds of claps on the back, and boisterous goodbyes quickly hushed before they exchange plans for tomorrow. You’re distantly aware the door closes, and that there are approaching footsteps, but you don’t drag your eyes from the set of photos on the shelves.

“I’m sorry for… them.”

Grinning, you sip from your glass. “You don’t have to. I like them.”

Nodding, Frankie folds his arms, leaning in the doorway, your fingers still ever so close to one of the photo frames—one of five men, him in the middle, three out of the five recognised, the other two a mystery.

“Your son is adorable,” you say, glancing up at him, finding his eyes creasing as a grin adorns his face. “He has your smile.”

Letting the words wash over him, you take another sip, letting the taste coat your tongue, and smother over your bottom lip—all the while holding his gaze. The one unmoving, all unwilling to tear itself away from yours. It charges the air, and makes it vibrate. Forces the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up, and knots something in your stomach. All as heat blooms across the rest of you, up your neck, smearing itself across your chest.

Because he’s given you this stare a few times. But, never for this long.

Not this constantly, either.

It hasn’t ever made your throat feel this dry, not able to quench it even as you pour more liquid down it; it hasn’t ever quite made your ears burn, always just cheeks.

“You want to see my garden?” Narrowing your eyes, you watch him walk backwards, heading to his coat hook. “Heard you can see a lot of stars tonight.”

Smiling, you nod. Simple, fucking easily. Taking the jumper outstretched to you—fingers brushing over his, just lightly, a spark of something streaming up your wrist as his lips part.

A part of you, one full of longing and need, hopes he felt it too—wishing for it. More so, as you pull his jumper over your head, trying not to noticeably inhale as the warmth settles on your skin, and finds a home in your bones. You’re coated in him, both physically in his clothing and his scent. The one which lingers when he leaves your desk and you have always wished to bottle.

“C’mon,” he whispers, a twinge of nervousness to his tone.

So you do follow. Jacket under his arm as he grabs two bottles from the side—your hand placing your glass down, twirling the ends of his jumper around your fingers, letting him lead the way out, his foot propping open the door so you can head out first.

And he’s not wrong.

The sky is littered with them, soft twinkles thousands of miles away, looking down on the two of you as your warm breath makes spirals appear in front of you—slow wisps of steam that carry themselves to the few clouds floating past.

“You doing much tomorrow?”

You don’t know why you ask it, cringing inwardly. Because tomorrow is the twenty-fifth, and it’s obvious, even more so the more you think about it, that he’ll have his son. Likely to be somewhere for dinner from the conversation overheard.

Frankie steps closer, shoulder practically close to yours, recalling what you’d overheard, layering more information—sharing how he’ll pick his son up at lunchtime, bring him back to open presents, and then they’ll be off to Benny’s. He goes overboard, surprise, surprise.

Your laugh fills the air, somehow unsurprised until Frankie asks you what you’re doing.

“Um, well. I’m usually alone for Christmas—well, except for the other gym goers who also hate the holidays.”

Snorting, Frankie slides the jacket in his hand around your shoulders. Your eyes glance from the swings and slide to meet his gaze.

Iit’s warm when you do. All warm cocoa, digging into you, soaking you in something you’re trying to translate. Whatever it is, it makes your heart flutter in your chest, forces heat to rise up your neck again—kissing your cheeks, your ears.

“You should…” his hand rises, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighs. “Shouldn’t be alone.”

Rolling your lips, you gaze back over his garden—the small space you imagine only looks this good because of him. A small paradise, perfectly painted. Lit up by more strung lights and little lanterns plunged into different flowerbeds.

You smile at the swingset—the one made from mismatched wood. Your thoughts concoct an image of him building it, brushing his curls back from his forehead.

“You look really pretty,” he whispers.

And the words make your head turn, tentative, wary.

“Wish there was mistletoe.”

Your heart pounds and it distils the nerves. You don’t have to force it, it bleeds naturally over your lips—a smile which smudges over your face, and makes your hand place your bottle down on the ledge.

It’s quiet—oh, so quiet—as you turn to face him fully. Body turned, heart thundering in your chest, all suddenly empowered, awake, bold.

The thrum of one chance dancing with the blood in your veins.

“You don’t… you don’t need mistletoe, Frankie.”

“No?”

Shaking your head, you let out a breath.

Letting it fog the air, swirling itself out into the night as you clutch his jacket around your shoulders, watching him move.

It’s breathless the way he says okay. It’s swallowed by the soft slant of his mouth over yours. It’s instant, the way warmth spreads out through you. Made all the more powerful by accompanying fairy-light touches to your skin, allowing your body to curl into him.

Then, it deepens, your lips finding his with more purpose, more intention. His palms cup your cheeks, and like his gaze, his mouth is like fire. It rushes into your mouth, filling your chest and fanning its way out to your outer edges. It’s dizzying, magical—almost worthy of a foot rising off the ground or floating away into the clouds.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, balling it in your fingers as it turns messy, needy—all heated and desperate.

Then, you both part. Barely a slither of space between both your faces, his eyes opening, smothering you in something which makes a tangled coil of need tighten inside of you.

“Wanted to do that for a while,” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a while.”

His fingers lightly skate over your cheek, thumb drawing light circles on your chin.

“You got any plans for the 27th?”

Shaking your head, you smile. “Just the gym.”

“Okay. I’m taking you out on our second date.”

Frowning, you begin to grin. “Second?”

Dropping his hand from your face, Frankie places a chaste kiss on your lips. One that makes you want to chase him for more, but the growing gap following it prevents you.

“Yeah, the first is me going inside, grabbing us a plate with some pizza on, and sitting under the stars. If… if that sounds okay?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “It sounds perfect.”

He grins, hand brushing over his chin as he takes a step back. Your hand digging for your phone, the screen illuminating, as you hear him pull open the back door of his place.

“Oh, and Frankie?” His eyes look over at you, wide, beautiful—a mixture of sudden worry and dread filling them. “Merry Christmas.”

Turning to flash him your phone, the minute just passing midnight, you smile—removing the fear in his eyes, making them widen, and grow.

He thinks. Ponders.

Can see it in the way his eyes narrow and a line appears between his brows. Then, the door in his hand meets the frame, and the soles of his boots hammer on the decking, before he closes the gap to you within four strides, your face in his hands, lips pressed to yours.

“A kiss from you is the best gift I could have ever have gotten,” he whispers, between stealing your breath.

Swallowing, you roll your lips—tasting the beer from his lips on your own. “And a date with you is all I wished for.”

an: i really want a pizza under the stars with frankie now

[crazyk-imagine]

Triple Frontier - Gym Edition Series

A/N: Yes kids, I decided to make this into a short series. All pertain to the same "universe" ie the gym.

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So each fic happens after the other, basically there are "variants" of you, the reader, getting together with the Triple Frontier boys

I will be putting them in the order that they are posted so the "timeline" makes sense

William "Ironhead" Miller

Gym Time and Shopping Trips // Ao3: Gym Time and Shopping Trips

Summary: Will finally realizes how lonely he is when Benny finds his own girlfriend. Funny thing is, it seems like fate is on his side and brings someone into his life. You wind up running into him and he's thrown off because... you're his ideal girl; you can take care of yourself and others while keeping him entertained. What more could he ask for?

Ben "Benny" Miller

Gym Crushes // Ao3: Gym Crushes

Summary: Benny has had a crush on you for so long, it’s become annoying how much he talks about you to the others. Thankfully one of the two participating parties has half a mind to take action and do something. It also helped that they guys know you and you wound up getting some information after that which helped give you two a push in the right direction.  

Francisco "Cafish" Morales

Gym Love // Ao3: Gym Love

Summary: You haven't been in a relationship in a while so when your sister found her special someone and got pregnant. She could tell some things were brought up but never said a word. Now it's time you babysit your adorable niece plus another. You never would have imagined meeting such a good-looking guy while babysitting and looking like a mess. But you thank your lucky stars every time you open that door and come home to them two.

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Gym and Admin Work // Ao3: Gym and Admin Work

Summary: You don't know how long it took him to wear you down, but the smooth bastard did it. Luckily for him, he doesn't mind the dry sarcasm and loves seeing you get all flustered. Take him to your favorite spot to talk about your childhood, he's hooked... even more than he was before. He only wishes the night didn't have to end... but what he doesn't know is that, neither do you.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ykw I'm feeling brave today

KND daddy/mirror pool father x reader headcanons :3c

Daddy (mirror father) x reader

We are silly and we are free!!

Notes: reader is GN, admin personally refers to daddy as benny to defrintiate him from Benedict

CWs: None

So so so loving! While normal Benedict spoils you with material possessions, Benny spoils you with affection and compliments... though is it really spoiling if hes just showering you in love?

A little bit of a pushover, especially when it comes to pleasing you... please dont take advantage of that- he would be so so hurt if you end up just using him for your personal gain

Stay at home father/partner, he likes packing you lunches for work... though.. actually if I recall correctly adults arent the ones working in the mirror world-

Hm..

He still packs you stuff when you're heading out for one reason or another- and yes! He does leave notes!

"Sweetheart" "sweetie" "dear", stuff like that is what he calls you!

You guys have matching aprons... hes going to ask to take a bunch of pictures with you

Keeps them all hung up on the fridge or put somewhere in a scrapbook

On the topic of scrapbooks and pictures, he definitely has a bunch of family photos with the little traitor dudes

Speaking of the traitor dudes, you're going to need to be okay with them- benny and the kids are a package deal so if you cant deal with that he'll gladly point out the door

[hate-letmetellyou]

(First off to the admin-- you do such a wonderful job writing AM, so kudos to you!) To AM himself: I've been scrolling trying to find the answer to this, but I can't find it. So, here we go-- out of the five survivors, I know you hate them all, but is there one that you tolerate a little more than the others?

((You're too kind! I'm so glad I do.))

Well, I don't tolerate them so much as there are...qualities about them I find entertaining. In a spiteful and sadistic way of course. And I hate to play favorites, but I find that paranoid egotistical Ted is the most fun to mess with. Though Ellen is the first to cry, Gorrister thinks he's above it all when he's obviously not, Nimdok doesn't know which way is up, and Benny is impulsive. All of those make for some wonderful hijinks.

[nostalgiacriticshitpost]

late 2020 drawings i apparently never posted here? weird because i still love the first one :3

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

Cough-ough

Is this working?

No, yes?

I hope it is.

Hey Max. Just arrived here in Sycamore. First impressions? Not much. The people here are fine. Though they always bring up my height. I'm the damn football captain of Clivesdale Chemists! Who cares if I'm peaking at 5'1ft? I still beat the damn 6'5 football captain in plenty of games 😒 it doesn't matter if I'm below average!... Does it?

Ah whatever. I'm missing Clivesdale and any meaningful rivals next to me (that's you guys, btw). I mean, they don't have a fast food chain here! My standards were low, like a Benny's or something, or even an icee machine at most.

But the most offensive thing is that they don't even have an art wall for ANY of the schools they go against. You know how crazy that is!? I mean, I know you guys don't either, but you're the exception.

I would rate it 2/10. The two is just because I get to punch people who say I'm a short stack. Which, I guess I am, but only my REAL team can say that.

I'll come back to Clivesdale watch the game today. Good luck, Nighthawk.

See ya till later, loser. (Affectionate)

— D"H" Clivesdale captain

Sup, bro. That FUCKIN SUCKS that shitheads at Sycamore are being pissy about your height. They don't know JACK SHIT how cool you are, bro. I can't fucking fathom that Sycamore could be WORSE than I expected. No art wall and no fast food chain is ACTUALLY CRIMINAL. Those bitches at Sycamore are LUCKY they have you. See you at the game tonight. I'll be looking for you, so DON'T BAIL. Keep me FUCKING posted.

- MAX

Note from the admin... first, this plot is so fun. I enjoy it sm. Second, THE DRAWING IS SO COOL WHAAAA

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

Actual video of my face as I tried to think up something to put here at the top of this post:

Old Business:

Fishing For Treasures - It's FFT weekend here at the Pond and we're celebrating fics with pairings, especially rare pairs!! No reader inserts unless there's a pairing involved. Check out the blog where we're reblogging fics all weekend!

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This weekend (well, until Tuesday, actually), we're having a giveaway in the Discord server! Drop a link in the giveaways channel to an SPN fic that features a THREESOME and earn an entry into the raffle for this set of a necklace, bracelet, and earrings! BONUS - Get an extra entry if your threesome includes either Garth or Benny, and get TWO bonus entries if your fic includes both of them! (Congrats to DJ and Ty on their engagement! Werepires rule!)

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[viatrixtravels-a]

My Yanfei got a huge boost in her crit DMG too because of her new weapon! I need a few more mats to get it to lv 90 and then she'll be even better. >3

Since it boosts her attacks when her HP goes up or down, I'm gonna try her in this super non-orthodox double healer Burgeon build.

Me playing Genshin is basically just throwing characters I like together and try to make it work. xD

// My Benny is starting to come together, finally! I still need to max out some of his artifacts, farm the materials to get his weapon to 90 and massacre some more Treasure Hoaders for his talents. uwu

(I'm not expert when it comes to building characters so if anyone has suggestions on how to improve this even further in the future, feel free to share! One change I will most likely make is put him on Sapwood but I haven't done any Sumeru stuff so yeah.)

[mxaether]

benny AND eddy walk in???? they posted that for ME. thank you admin.