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anythingbutmar · 4 years ago

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The girl next door

Ben Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Everyone saw you as the sweet girl next door, but Ben knew better, and he was determined to find your dark secrets.

Prompt: 25. “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.”

A/N: My first Ben fic! Yay! For the sake of the plot (and my poor little heart) Ben is alive here!

Warnings: smut

“There she is again.” Ben pointed towards you, making his siblings roll their eyes. “I just know there has to be something dark about her! She can’t be perfect.”

“Maybe you just have a crush on her.” Luther mocked him as he sat besides him on the sidewalk.

“Maybe you should go talk to her, that way you’ll see she’s just a sweet girl.” Allison followed.

“You know guys, I actually think Ben might be right on this one. She may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.” Klaus now seemed oddly interested as the others snorted, eating their donuts.

“Let’s bet on it!” Diego exclaimed excitedly, ever the competitive child. “If Ben’s right, we’ll have to do his and Klaus’s laundry for a month and viceversa. Vanya’s, with us too, right?”

“I guess... I do think Y/N is just an ordinary girl.”

“Alright, I’m going in then.” Ben finished his donut and crossed the street, determined to win.

“I don’t get why you’re so damn worried!” Two weeks had passed and even though Ben had gotten close to you, he couldn’t seem to find anything odd about you, it was truly unbelievable.

“We only have half a week before summer’s over, have you seen Luther’s laundry pile? Have you smelled it? It truly is something to worry about!” Ben paced around his room, thinking about a way to win.

“You’re just mad that Y/N can’t fulfill your dark fantasies.” Said Klaus, who couldn't care less about that stupid bet.

“What fantasies?” The two boys got startled at your voice coming from Ben’s window. You laughed as you climbed inside and landed on the bed, right next to Klaus, who just waved at you.

“Nothing, really, you know how he is.” Ben rolled his eyes and pushed his brother towards the door, closing it behind him. “Klaus just thinks you have a dark side to yourself, that’s all.”

“Well I can’t say I do Benny.” You smirked, knowing about it all along. “Do you?” At first, it had seemed quite funny that the siblings hadn’t noticed just how loud they were when they were talking about you that day. You weren’t offended by Ben’s comments but you desperately wanted him to lose that bet, even if he was right; after all, you had a reputation to keep. Lately, though, you realized that playing with him would be much more fun than watching him do some laundry.

“Do I what?” He asked nervously, clearly shocked by your interest on the subject.

“Do you have a dark side?” You gave him your best puppy eyes as you fought back laughter. He truly looked confused.

“I mean, maybe? I’m not really sure about it.”

“You know you can tell me everything, silly, I might understand you!” You stated with a cheerful tone.

“I don’t think you can.” He thought to himself, Klaus was the only one who knew about his sexual fantasies. The reason? Apparently he talked in his sleep. But you surely would run away from him if you knew he pictured you wearing black lacy underwear, giving him orders with your hand around his neck.

“Come on! What does dark even mean? I think everyone has secrets, some are just better at hiding it and that’s why they say it’s dark.” You pushed further, you just needed him to give in first before revealing your true nature.

“Oh really, Y/N? So you think it’s normal to enjoy pain? Isn’t it dark to want to give your entire control to someone else?” He finally exploded. Perfect.

“Oh my sweet Benny Boo.” You pouted as you stood from the bed and leaned towards him. “I do think it’s perfectly normal. In fact, I think we might have much more in common than you think we do.” You purred, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you.

“W-we do?”

“Yeah, we do. I think you’re about to win that bet.” You finished before pushing him against the door and kissing him roughly. You bit his lip and he whimpered against you, which allowed your tongue to explore his mouth freely. Filling him with pleasure and surprise.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, gasping for air as you finally split.

“You think I don’t know about that silly little thing you got going on? I’ve decided to let you win, but I might have to punish you for going against me.” Your hands worked through his zipper with grace and expertise and soon you were stroking his growing member through the thin fabric of his underwear.

“I’m sorry...” He moaned against your lips. He looked so attractive with those innocent eyes, so helpless.

“Here’s the thing, Benny, I’m gonna try to let you please me now, but if you dare cum before I do, I won’t let you touch me again for a month.” You took his hand and led him to the bed as you spoke. You pressed it against your breast and kissed him again.

As he grew more confident over his movements, he thought about how he wasn’t going to let that happen. He had just now discovered this and if you were willing to do it again he would be too. He just had to make you cum.

He pulled away only to undress you with tenderness. He treated you like you were a fragile porcelain doll and even though it drove you crazy, you were done with it. You removed every piece of clothing that stood between you and laid on the bed, resting on your elbows and waiting for him.

He understood and immediately followed through. You grabbed a condom from your pocket and handed it to him, assuming he would just go for it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he kneeled on the edge of the bed and ran his long, delicate through your folds. He wanted you ready for him, and he was making sure he wouldn’t fuck it up.

You weren’t sure anymore about Ben’s complete lack of experience when he started sucking on your clit. He was a natural and it was clear to see. The way his hand started pumping inside you wasn’t all that exciting, but his tongue knew what it was doing. He sucked, and licked, and twirled his tongue around it. You could tell that he was tremendously dedicated and you loved it. He wasn’t an expert, of course, but whatever he was doing worked cause it was nearly getting you there.

You sat up and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him towards you and kissing him with such passion you felt your lips burning. You needed him inside of you, and based on his growing erection you could tell he needed it too. You quickly opened the condom and tossed it’s package away before you slipped it on his throbbing cock.

“You look so fucking hot like that.” He moaned before pushing his entire length inside of you, nearly making you scream in pleasure as you dug your nails into his bare back, making him moan again as he started to move, thrusting hard but slow.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when one of his hands pinched your nipple before he grabbed your butt and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him and he pinned you against the nearest wall making you bounce faster. His tip clashing with your g-spot and his hot breath against your ear were almost enough to make you cum, but it was the touching of your clit with the smooth skin above his pubic area that finally made you scream as you tiredly scratched his back.

As soon as you did so he let you down and you instantly took his dick in your mouth as a well deserved reward. You bobbed your head around it and twirled your tongue on the tip, but it didn’t take long for him to cum inside your mouth with a grunt, head swelling against you.

You swallowed and stood up to kiss him again when you heard a voice outside the room.

“I don’t know what that was but it sure does sound like we won! Congrats Benny Boo.” Klaus teased, making him turn a bright shade of pink.

“So... My house next time?” You asked, biting your lip and he just nodded, laughing at his siblings.

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vs-redemption · 4 years ago

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Omg can I get scenarios about how you think Fatgum and Mirio would react if they found out that their crush thought they didn’t like them?? 😭😭 ty!!!!! ❤️

From Cindy: Wowzer! I really liked this request but it took me a couple days to get some ideas worked out in my head. I’m happy with the way they turned out, and I hope you are too anon!!

A Crush?! (Fatgum x Reader) and (Mirio x Reader)

FATGUM

When Taishiro Toyomitsu first opened his hero agency in the lively city of Osaka, his first priority had been to hire a cook to work there. Because his quirk relied heavily on the amount of fat stored up in his body, it was important to have a constant source of food available. Snacks and small meals between and during patrols did little to keep him fully powered, so finding someone who could meet his extreme dietary needs was of the upmost importance.

The first few people he’d brought onto his team hadn’t worked out so well. Even though he had no complaints about their food, they just couldn’t seem to keep up with his immense appetite. They got too caught up in the presentation, plus the portions were just too small. When the BMI hero finally hired you right out of culinary school, he was relieved to find your approach to his food conundrum much more satisfying.

He never had to worry about going hungry when he got into his agency anymore. Not only did you made sure there was plenty of food readily available for him, but you also kept his diet balanced with healthy foods that contained enough calories to fatten him up for his patrols. The food itself kept Taishiro’s stomach happy and full, but the effort and care you put into your work definitely started having an effect on his heart too after a while. Your dedication to keeping him in top shape drew his attention until he found himself starting to look forward more to seeing and talking to you than even eating your delicious food.

Taishiro wasn’t the type to lie to himself about his feelings. He knew perfectly well that he’d developed a little crush on you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about confessing though, or if he even should. His schedule didn’t leave much time for dating, and he didn’t want to start something if he wasn’t going to be able to dote on you the way he was starting to desperately want to.

Little did he know, on the other side of things, you were struggling to deal with the feelings you had for him too. You had always thought your boss was a nice guy, but after seeing his jolly and friendly behavior every day, you couldn’t help the crush that had creeped up on you. You tried your best to put it out of your mind, assuming there was no way a great hero like Taishiro could return your feelings. It wasn’t as if he did anything to make you feel otherwise. He was as kind and encouraging to you as anyone else you’d seen him interact with. It was just that you knew the nature of your job made your personality come off a bit too overbearing to really spark a romance. You constantly berated yourself after each and every interaction you had with him, physically cringing as you remembered the nagging comments you’d made.

“I know you need the calories for your quirk, Taishiro, but don’t forget to eat some fruits and vegetables too.”

“Eat another bowl of rice, Taishiro. You never know when you’ll need that little extra push when fighting a villain.”

“Taishiro, don’t forget to take the leftovers with you in case you get hungry out there! It’s better for you than all that street food you’re always picking up on patrol.”

When you thought about it, you really pestered him way too much. Sure, it was your job to feed him, but still, he was a grown man. He didn’t need you bothering or lecturing like he was some kind of kid. The only reason you even acted the way you did was because you cared and worried about him, but how it came across was probably annoying and patronizing. This is why you were confident he’d never like you the way you liked him.

Eventually, the combination of your feelings for him and the concern over his impression of you becomes too much and you decide to confront him. You get to the agency early one day and make him some fresh jelly filled donuts.

“Hey! You hardly ever make stuff like this!” Taishiro chuckles, “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s my way of saying thank you for putting up with me,” you shrug awkwardly. “I know I’m a bit of a nag sometimes.” Your words take the hero by surprise.

“I don’t think you’re a nag at all!” He sounded upset to hear you say that. “I hope I never gave you the idea that I did.”

“No,” you shake your head. “You didn’t… I just figured you were nice to me just to be polite.”

“What?” Taishiro shakes his head, “You couldn’t be further from the truth. If I’m being honest, I’ve actually developed quite the soft spot for you.” You look up into his eyes, a feeling of hope spreading through you.

“Yeah,” Taishiro laughs and scratches the back of his head bashfully. “I guess you could say I have a bit of a crush on you.” The conversation had definitely taken an unexpected turn, and you couldn’t be happier.

“I…” You hesitate for a moment but then give in. “I have a crush on you too! I have for a while. I never dreamed you could feel the same way.” The smile that stretched across the hero’s face warmed your heart.

“How could I not feel the same way?” He chuckles while patting his large belly. “I’ve never met anyone else who could keep both my stomach and my heart so full.” His words were music to your ears. And now that you both were on the same page about your feelings, you could sit down together and start discussing important questions about the future, like where he was going to take you on your first date.

MIRIO

Getting a job as a server at the mundane little diner on the outskirts of town had only meant to be a temporary gig to help you save up some extra money for school. Your campus was just a short train ride from the restaurant, and your apartment was even closer. It wasn’t glamorous or anything, but it paid the bills. Besides, it was just a stepping stone in the path to your dream job, so you were more than willing to deal with it until a bigger more fulfilling opportunity came along.

What you hadn’t expected after starting the job was that you’d be terrible at it. You didn’t realized how bad your short term memory was until you found yourself forgetting people’s orders, or taking meals to the wrong tables. If that wasn’t bad enough, you also had a hard time balancing plates of food and were always dropping glasses and silverware accidentally. Luckily, your boss was a pretty chill and forgiving person and hadn’t felt the need to fire you yet. You really didn’t want to go through the trouble of finding another job, so you continued doing the best you could each and every day.

A few weeks after being hired, you started to feel the tiniest bit more confident about your abilities as a server. At the very least, you were getting better at remembering orders. Thankfully, there were a lot of regulars that got the same things every time which made your job easier. You were just starting to get into a comfortable routine when life decided to throw you a curveball. There was no way you could stop yourself from tripping over your own feet and almost spilling some poor customers breakfast all over the floor when you saw the pro hero, Le Million, walk into the diner with one of his hero friends. Thankfully you managed not to fall on your face or drop any food. Your relief was short lived, however, when Le Million walked right over and took a seat at a table in your section.

You knew it was going to be a disaster as soon as you walked over and forgot what you should even do. Being so close to Le Million was triggering a meltdown in your brain. He was your favorite hero and you honestly had a huge crush on him. Having him looking right at you with those cheerful blue eyes and wide friendly smile was extremely overwhelming.

“Uh…” You stood there blankly with the pen and pad in your hand.

“I think we’re going to start with something to drink!” Le Million speaks up with a light laugh which sparks you back to life.

“Ok, right!” you shake your head and try to focus. “What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have coffee,” he says before gesturing to his companion. “I think you usually take hot green tea right?” The friend nods so you write the order down.

“A hot green tea and a coffee for Le Million,” you mumble without meaning to.

“Oh, I’m on my lunch break!” he corrects you with a grin. “So, you can call me Mirio.”

“Right,” you nod excitedly. “Mirio”

You do your best to function as you continue to serve him. You somehow bring black tea instead of green, but Mirio just waves off the mistake with a wave of his hand. You swear you write down the correct order for him word for word, but humiliation consumes you when his friend points out that there were tomatoes on his hamburger even though he’d asked for none. You offer to bring him a new plate but he tells you it’s unnecessary. He doesn’t even pick off the tomatoes before taking a huge bite.

When Mirio and his friend finally leave, you feel yourself deflate. You were thankful the embarrassing experience was over, but part of you wished you’d made a better impression. The universe must’ve been out for you because the next day, it decided to grace you with a second chance. Mirio walked back into your diner with his friend, taking the same table as the day before. You tried to do a better job at serving him this time but you still fumbled a few things. This continued for a few weeks. For some reason, Mirio kept coming back and sitting in your section. You had no idea why since he must be sick of your horrible service by now. You tried to think of a logical explanation for a while, but always came up empty.

“Um, Mirio,” you tell him one day as he hands you the money to pay for his bill. “I know I’m not the best server in the world, so you don’t have to sit in my section every time.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to talk to you!” Mirio replies instantly, looking taken aback by your words.

“Oh,” you hadn’t expected a response like that. “But I always mess up your order.”

“That’s all right!” Mirio perks back up, “As long as you keep doing your best, that’s what matters! Plus, I’ve been sort of biding my time, looking for the right moment to ask for your number. I think you’re really cute.” He winces a little bit as if preparing for rejection. The confession startles you and you somehow end up missing his hand while giving back his change, causing coins to scatter across the counter. Mirio just smiles and helps you pick it all up.

“I can really give you my number?” you ask in shock once the money is back in his hands.

“Yeah!” He assures you, “As long as I’m allowed to call it!” You felt yourself blush, but managed to stay calm enough to grab a napkin and scribble your number down. Mirio thanked you before heading out with his hero friend to go back on patrol. It was less than a minute later when your phone buzzed in your pocket with a message from your hero crush.

It said, “I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow!”

You’re still in a state of shock as you hug your phone to your chest. You’d initially taken the diner job as a way to save money for school, but maybe fate had brought you here for something else entirely.

#mirio x reader #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #bnha x reader #mha x read #togata mirio #Taishiro Toyomitsu #bnha #mha #writing requests #cindy's writing

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m4st4rd · 4 years ago

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i would die for you, clint barton (clint barton x oc)

a/n: HI I’M BACK with a stupid little drabble. the talented @obwjam has reignited my love for comics!clint barton so i wrote a fic of him and an oc. i haven’t proofread it and the ending super sucks but i still managed to churn out about 1900 words so enjoy!!!

i’ll proofread/edit in the morning lol

brig is nb; they/them pronouns pls

They’re scared, and Clint gets it. He’d be scared, too, if there was some weird giant searching for him. He’s no stranger to the feeling of fear. But when he’s the one causing it, it feels terrible.

Brooklyn is in shambles. A new supervillain group tests their weapons on a bank in Bushwick, the Avengers are on the case, a city block is engulfed in chaos and violence. And Clint Barton is searching for a 3-inch-tall person who’s hiding in the alleyway of a Dunkin Donuts.

He sighs and kneels down, peering under the dumpster. Huddled in the dark is the shaking borrower, who stares back with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. They look like crap: covered in dried blood and dirt, their clothes torn and ratty. But the little guy is stubborn as hell, and hurls a pebble in his direction. They miss by a long shot. He would’ve laughed if the city wasn’t on fire.

“C’mon out, bud,” he says. A faint boom! rattles the world behind him. “It’s not safe under there. Are you lookin’ to be caught? A rat, an alley cat… God forbid, there might be a human who ain’t as nice as I am.” With a nervous glance behind him, he sees Kate dart past, notching an arrow and letting it fly. “Not to mention that the city’s comin’ apart.”

They shout something back, and Clint can barely piece together the words leave and alone. It’s not helpful, though, that they’re so small and covered in shadow. And the fact that he can see their teary eyes in the dark is not helping his conscience. Another explosion shakes the earth, and the borrower lets out a wail that he does hear.

They’re both getting frantic. He softens his face, puts a pleading look into his eyes. “Please,” he calls. “I can keep you safe.”

The borrower doesn’t get to respond. A scream rips through the air, and he’s made up his mind. He jumps to his feet and drags the dumpster back, only getting a glimpse of the sheer terror on their tiny face before he scoops them up in a fist and tucks them into a jacket pocket. It’s not ideal, but if it means they won’t be crushed or eaten, he’ll take it.

They’re writhing, and he ignores it. The feeling of them shaking against his chest forms a pit in his stomach. They’re scared, but at least they’re safe.

The rest of the battle zips by like a blur. Clint spends it shielding the borrower, dodging rubble, and praying to whatever gods present for this little guy to not be so terrified of him. Their shaking has stopped for now, but they’re stiff as a board and flinching with every move he makes. When the fight dies down, he’s left nursing a wound on his shoulder and cupping his hand around his pocket. He’s gotta get out of there, and fast.

His free hand finds his comms, and he sends a quick farewell message to Kate. She responds quick, familiar beeps filling his ears: Get home safe. See you soon, Hawkeye.

The message brings a smile to his face, but it disappears when he remembers his job. His day isn’t over yet.

He runs his way home.

The apartment greets him with blinding fluorescents and a mess on his coffee table. Things that are normally hangover-induced nuisances are now pushed to the far corners of his mind as he limps to his counter.

His fingers dive into his pocket, and he does his best to be gentle, but with the little guy swerving away from his hand, he ends up tangled around their limbs, pulling them out in a quivering heap. They’re a pitiful sight; their tiny face is tear-stained, and once they lock eyes, the poor kid flinches back into their protective huddle.

They’re speaking, and fast. That much he knows. Their voice is buzzing away. But he can’t understand anything that's coming out. He gets the gist of what they might be saying: there’s a pleading look in their eyes, and their lip is quivering. He doesn’t like this feeling.

“Hey,” he whispers, cupping his hands closer around the tiny body. “Hey. Look at me.” He nudges their shoulder. They’re practically humming with anxiety. “C’mon, calm down, buddy. You’re okay.”

They aren’t making any progress like this. Clint lowers his hands to the countertop and the borrower stumbles off, clutching their chest and scrubbing the tears from their eyes. “Look,” he says softly. “Not touching you anymore, see? You’re fine. You’re okay.”

He watches with a pang in his heart as they cry for a bit, hugging their knees to their chest, and takes the time to look them over. Their hair is dark and matted, their clothes patchy, their face young, but thin and gaunt. This isn’t the same stubborn little guy he’d met an hour ago; this is someone who is absolutely-fucking-terrified of him. He can barely deal with crying people at his own height; he can’t even begin to comfort someone who’s three inches tall.

Reasoning sets in as they clear their eyes of the last of their tears. Even if he was well-intentioned, he did sorta… take them. Grab them up and stick them in a pocket. If some giant had done that to him, he’d be pretty scared, too.

“Do you understand me?” he tries. The tiny head snaps up, and the kid babbles something that vaguely sounds like sorry and don’t hurt. “No, no, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you… Fuck. I was — I was just tryna keep you safe!” It’s hard to read lips on such a small face, but he gets the gist of it, and it hurts like hell.

This isn’t working out so great. “Let’s start over, okay? I’m Clint. Clint Barton. And I — I can’t hear you all that well.”

That gets them to shut up. The fear disappears from their face, replaced by sheer bewilderment. (Yeah. As if they’re the one that should be surprised.) They scrub their eyes and stare at him in awe, and Clint can’t help but chuckle. “Weird, I know. But we can figure somethin’ out, alright? You okay to talk? Or just… shake your head, yes or no.”

That gets a timid nod. “Great. Good. Not hurt, are you?” A shake. “Thank God for that.” Now we’re getting somewhere. But Clint needs to ask them questions, and he needs to get answers. How is he supposed to talk to someone smaller than his finger?

His mind is racing. Sign language! It’s a long shot, but just maybe he can get through to them.

“Do you understand this?” His hands move slow, just in case. But it doesn’t go the way he’s hoping. The borrower shrieks and falls back, and they’re both back to square one. “No, hey, wait! It’s okay!” He signs while he speaks, and the kid watches every move he makes with terrified eyes. “Look — it’s a language! My name is Clint. C-L-I-N-T.” Each letter is deliberate, and with each second, the little guy uncurls from their protective ball. “Now that I’ve told you my name, will you tell me yours?”

They both fall silent. He holds his breath and watches the tiny face with a furrowed brow. It’s small, almost impossible to see, but there’s a hint of hope in their eyes. He’s so overcome with joy that he doesn’t notice them open their mouth.

“...ig.”

He freezes. “Sorry, what?”

They wither back. “Brig,” they say, louder this time. Their voice is muffled and nervous, but it’s there. And Clint can’t stop himself from smiling.

“Brig,” he repeats. “That’s B-R-I-G. See?” He grins. They’re still cautious, but they watch his hands with curious eyes as he signs their name. “It’s nice to meet you, Brig.”

Good! This is good. Clint can see them coming out of their shell, little by little. They look unsure, but their hands twitch in time with his. “There’s so much you can say with just your hands! This is hello, and this is goodbye. Yes, no, please and thank you— I can teach you, if you want!”

The magic is gone, and Brig snaps back into their defensive huddle. “T-teach me?” they squeak. “But… would mean…” They glance around the kitchen, eyes widening as they take in the sight. They’re so small compared to everything else. “What about… home?”

He’s overstepped his boundaries. He kneels to get closer to their level. They reel back, a gesture that goes unnoticed in his concern. “Was that where you live?” he asks. “Near where the fight was?”

They’re quick to nod. “Left… a bit,” they say. “Rats.” The last syllable is loud, clear, and bitter. “Got caught… the fight.” Brig shrugs, looking nervous and embarrassed. “And by you.”

Clint frowns. A place like that is dangerous for someone of their size, but he’s in no place to argue. “Is there anyone you stay with? Any family or friends you can go back to?”

Now they’re silent. His heart plummets when they grimace and look away, a sadness creeping into their eyes. Realization crashes over him when they shake their head.

He hadn’t thought of that.

“You don’t have to stay,” he says gently. Guilt lingers in his chest as he leans back, too, suddenly self conscious about his hands. “I-I can get you back home if you need me too — I can’t imagine it’s all that safe, but if that’s what you want…” The borrower is tense, and Clint is cursing himself for being so hopeful.

Finally, after a minute of mulling it over, he gives a resigned sigh. “Damage Control is cleaning the place up,” he tells them. “They should be done in a week or two, okay? You can stay with me, but when they’re done… I’ll bring you back.” Every word hurts more than the last. “Only if you want to. How’s that sound?”

The kitchen falls silent. Clint’s heart is beating fast, and he bites his tongue as conflicting emotions flicker across the tiny face. “I-I can bring you back now, if you like,” he stammers. “Ya don’t have to stay. A-and you don’t have to tell me exactly where you live, but I can just drop you off and you can be on your way and we’ll b —”

“I’ll stay.”

This time, the little voice comes out strong. “You — you will?” he says.

They nod shyly in response, and he can piece together what they say next: “Just… back… my feet.” Just until I’m back on my feet.

He can live with that.

Clint’s heart swells with triumph. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy. There’s no explaining why he feels this way. “O-Okay. Awesome. Welcome home, Brig.”

He glances back at the mess in his apartment, then to the mess of his clothes, too. They’re both covered in dust and blood, but neither care about it as Clint laughs. “We should probably get cleaned up first, though. What do you say?”

He’s smiling. And for the first time all day, Brig is smiling, too.

They’ve got a lot of work to do.

#giant/tiny #g/t writing #marvel g/t #clint barton #deaf!clint barton #oc #borrowers #mustard writes #i keep saying i'm gonna make a part 2 but look where that's gotten me #its 1am #my writing #oc: brig

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bitterepiphany · 4 years ago

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Archive Of Our Own

a little aruanixhitch request for somsss <3<3<3 hopefully it helps distract all you manga readers from the pain

Warnings: none

Summary: hitch is a good friend. a fantastic one, in her opinion. so what sort of friend would she be if she didn’t help poor annie out with that boy she has obvious heart eyes for? luckily for her, armin needs a haircut

Annie Leonhardt was not a subtle starer. She never looked at anyone for longer than a few seconds at a time, even during conversations, so Hitch found it rather amusing when she discovered her friend rather obviously ogling a certain blonde head of hair in front of them for more than three-quarters of their advanced biology class.

Hitch Dreyse was tempted to chide the girl for not paying attention in class; their half-yearlies were coming up rather quickly, after all, but she doubted Annie would listen to her. But Hitch was rather curious as to why this boy in particular had caught someone like Annie Leonhardt’s attention. She waited until their professor Hange gave them a few minutes to pack up, leaned over, and rested her elbow on Annie’s shoulder.

“So, Armin Arlert, huh?”

Annie’s reaction was immediate. Her head snapped around to face Hitch, her usually half-lidded eyes stretched wide with shock. A faint pink blush was spreading over her cheeks.

“W-what?” Hitch’s grin stretched wider at Annie’s attempt at sounding nonchalant.

“C’mon Annie, don’t act dumb,” she teased, “It’s pretty obvious when you stare you know.”

Annie flushed a deeper red, turning away abruptly. She began to shove her things in her bag roughly. She stood, brushing her bangs behind her ear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled, striding away quickly as soon as the bell rang.

“Ooh, Annie, darling,” Hitch crooned at her retreating back, “You’re not a very good liar..!”

Chuckling, Hitch barely caught the vulgar gesture Annie threw at her behind her back. She slowly began to pack her things away.

Hitch and Annie had an interesting friendship, to say the least. While Hitch was bubbly, outgoing, and popular (at least that's what she thought, well hoped people thought of her), Annie, decidedly, was not. Loner, was a pretty good word to describe the girl. She was quiet, unassuming, and pretty much kept to herself. In their freshman and sophomore years of highschool, Annie was one of the few kids who never attended a party, though not because she was disliked or unpopular; rather, she was always invited, but she just never showed up. But following Hitch’s discovery after an interesting English project together that Annie was, underneath that cold exterior, actually quite an interesting person, she made an effort to befriend the girl and bring her to social gatherings.

Hitch was proud enough to have the honour of being the person who brought Annie to the first whole year party of junior year, and since then, they had maintained an unconventional friendship. It had served useful for Hitch, as Annie was pretty smart and, surprisingly, skilled at forging signatures for late notes, and usually only requested a packet of something sweet, like donuts, in return for a favour. Annie had gotten Hitch out of a particularly tough spot after almost being caught in the boys change room one time (Hitch resolved never to go that far for a boy ever again), and Hitch was prepared to cover for Annie if her forging exploits were ever exposed.

One thing Hitch had never managed to get out of Annie however, was boys. Before befriending Hitch and occasionally hanging out with her, when she wasn’t alone, Annie was often in the presence of two other boys in their year; Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover. What puzzled Hitch about this however, was that the three seemed to be stuck in some weird, broken, love triangle. Bertholdt was hopelessly - pathetically, really - smitten with Annie, but she barely spared him a glance on a good day, and Reiner was clearly pining after his best friend Bertholdt, despite how hard he tried to hide it. From what Hitch had gathered, the three were old family friends, so they gravitated towards each other naturally.

Hitch was dragged out of her musings by a sudden bang on the classroom door. She looked up, and saw a certain brown-haired boy bashing his fist against the doorframe.

“Armin!” Eren Yeager called out, “What’s taking you so long man, I don’t feel like lining up for my lunch forever!”

A head of black hair poked over his shoulder and grimaced slightly in Armin’s direction. “It’s only been a minute since the bell went, Eren,” Mikasa Ackerman chided. Armin laughed and apologised, grabbing his bag and joining the duo in walking down the hallway.

Hitch made her way behind them, keeping her eyes trained on the mop of blonde hair as he chatted animatedly with his best friends. Hitch was intrigued at how this small, unassuming boy had caught the attention of her ‘I-don’t-get-along-with-people-so-leave-me-alone-if-I-don’t-know-you’ friend. As far as Hitch was aware, she had never seen Annie and Armin interact outside of a classroom setting.

Armin Arlert was an interesting boy. In the early years of high school, he was quiet, but an absolute genius in the classroom, and it soon became commonplace for him to be topping every subject he took. But it was impossible to resent the kid for it, since he was so damn nice all the time and would happily assist anyone with their studies if they needed it. Though it also couldn’t hurt that Eren Yeager and, more scarily, Mikasa Ackerman, would beat the ass of anyone who dared look funny at the kid. By now, in Senior year, Armin had a little following of kids who he helped study in the library every week.

Hitch knew him as a part of the theatre club. He certainly didn’t look it, but he had a surprising amount of presence on stage for such a small boy. He was cute and short, with his classic blonde bob haircut that hung around his face. Armin had a sweet higher-pitched voice compared to the other boys, and was often cast to play younger characters, but he never seemed to mind, simply enjoying being part of productions.

Hitch entered the cafeteria, glancing around and spotting the person she was looking for. She made her way over and plunked her stuff down next to Annie, who was picking away at a pastry. The other girl looked at her, frowning slightly. She probably expected Hitch to continue teasing her about the Biology class. Hitch just grinned at her cheekily, pulling out her food. Other people filed into the space, and a few friends of hers and Annie’s sitting at the table with them. Hitch winked at Marlowe opposite her, who just looked confused, and waved at Pieck, who stuck her tongue out in response.

Hitch leaned over to the dark-haired girl, glancing at Annie. “I think Annie’s got a crush,” she whispered to Pieck. The girl gasped softly, hand clapping over her mouth.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Hitch nodded, still whispering so she wouldn’t risk a kick to her shins from the blonde girl. “She wouldn’t stop staring at him during Bio…”

Pieck hummed, lips parting to presumably ask who, exactly, Annie was staring at, but was interrupted by a smack, as a pissed-off looking Reiner approached their table, whacking Porco on the side of the head, who spat out his milk, as he passed.

“What the fuck, man?”

Hitch decided then was a good time to zone out their conversation as angry swearing buzzed in her ears. She looked at Annie. Her friend’s head was tilted down at her pastry, but Hitch could see her eyes were angled to look at something on their right. Hitch followed her gaze, very amused to see they were looking directly at the table where Eren Yeager and a certain one of his friends were sitting.

Hitch supposed it wasn’t that surprising Annie had taken an interest in Armin. He was extremely sweet and nice, and very intelligent. Hitch looked at him as he turned his head and laughed at something Eren was saying. Armin wasn’t bad to look at, she guessed. He had certainly grown up over the years, and there was more of a noticeable change that she could see in him after the summer. He had grown a good couple of inches taller, and he had lost some of the baby fat around his face, showing off his impressively sharp jawline.

Well, I suppose a late glow-up is better than no glow up at all, Hitch mused, a plan forming in her mind. She had made up her mind. If Annie was interested in Armin, what kind of friend would Hitch be if she didn’t become the best wing-girl there was in this lousy school?

Glancing at Annie and throwing a grin over at Pieck, Hitch stood, striding over to where Armin was seated. Slipping into the gap beside him, she ignored the break in conversation and bewildered stares sent her way, just focusing on Armin.

He looked a bit confused, but smiled at her all the same. “Uh, hey Hitch! Is there something you needed?”

Hitch glanced back at the other table. Annie was staring at her, eyes wide, a red flush creeping up her neck. Hitch smiled sweetly at her, and winked, before turning back to Armin. “Why yes Armin, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“See, I saw the posting for the cast list for ‘Dear Evan Hansen’. I saw that you - “ she poked him on the shoulder, ‘ - got the leading role, huh? Look at you!”

Armin blushed, hand drifting back to scratch at his neck awkwardly. “Ah, yeah I guess I did,” he said, eyes glued to the table. He looked at her briefly. “You got Alana Beck right?” Hitch nodded. “Congrats to you too!”

Hitch smiled at him. He really was too pure for this world. “But there’s an issue, mister!” She poked him again.

“T-there is?”

“Yeah,” she frowned, sticking her hand out and flicked his long hair. “This is the problem.”

His hands jumped up to his head, clutching at the blonde locks anxiously. “My hair?”

Hitch nodded earnestly. “You turned 18, what… a couple months ago, and you expect to play Evan Hansen looking like that?” She looked him directly in the eyes. “You need a new look Armin, and I have just the plan for you.”

Hands still tugging at his hair, he looked back at her sheepishly. “I mean, I guess... I -”

“I told you Armin! I told you! That old hair is so middle school!”

Eren’s voice suddenly interjected into their conversation, his friend leaning around Mikasa, punching Armin in the arm. Armin yelped softly, rubbing the spot. It appeared that the hot-headed kid had been listening in, after all.

Armin glanced between Hitch and Eren, looking panicked. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping. “Okay, fine. What do you have in mind, Hitch?”

Bingo. Bless his willing heart.

Hitch beamed, slinging an arm around Armin’s shoulders. “I have a friend, Annie Leonhardt, she’s in a few of your classes I think, and she is a great hairstylist. I can ask her to cut your hair for you?”

Armin’s eyes widened slightly, eyes flicking to where Annie sat, presumably watching them. “Annie? Are you sure she’d want to do that for me?”

Hitch began to stand, ruffling his hair lightly. “Don’t worry, she’ll be at rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, and you two can organise it then, okay?”

“O-okay?”

Hitch smiled, waved, and began walking back to Annie. Her friend glared at her when she sat down. “What did you say to him?” Annie hissed.

“Oh, Annie, who said I was talking to him about you?” Hitch teased, “So you do admit you’re interested in him?”

Annie’s eyes grew even wider, and she began to stutter. “No, that- that’s not what I meant, I just-”

Hitch cackled, resting her hand on Annie’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Annie~, I’ve got you. See, little old Armin has the lead role in the musical, but he needs a haircut. And luckily for you,” she grinned, “I happened to recommend you as the person who can do it for him! So, I’ll be bringing you to rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, and you two can sort it out, okie-dokie?”

Annie just stared at her.

“What.”

“You are free tomorrow afternoon right?” Hitch asked.

“Uh, yeah, but-”

The bell rang shrily, making Annie jump. Hitch blew a kiss in her direction as she began to walk away. “Then I’ll see you after class tomorrow then! Look forward to it!”

Annie just stared, a surprisingly open, shocked look on her face.

****

Annie wasn’t sure why she agreed to do this. But for some reason, she found herself following Hitch as they walked to the auditorium, after the girl ambushed her at her locker and dragged her away. Annie was sure Hitch wouldn’t really try to stop her from leaving if she decided she wasn’t going to follow along, but Annie couldn’t bring herself to walk away for some reason.

Her friend was too damn perceptive for her own good. Even Annie wasn’t entirely sure why Armin Arlert had caught her attention all of a sudden, but she couldn’t seem to keep her thoughts away from him these days. Annie knew what a crush was, of course, but she had never experienced it before, previously content to ignore basically all social interaction so she could graduate and get the fuck away from her restrictive lifestyle.

She had always tolerated the boy more than others in the past years; he was just too nice and innocent and Annie couldn’t bring herself to brush him off like everyone else. But since the beginning of Senior year (or maybe it was the middle of junior year, after his performance in ‘The Book Of Mormon’, she wasn’t sure), he became more present to her, for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the way his face had gotten sharper, stronger looking, or maybe it was how his extra inches of height seemed to fill him out more, defining his lean but toned body, or maybe it was the way she wondered what it might feel like to be cared for by someone who seemed to love so unconditionally.

Stop. Why would he want some nobody like you.

Annie shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts as she and Hitch walked through the auditorium doors. Hitch bounded off, spouting greetings to her fellow castmates. Annie was overcome with that uncomfortable feeling of ‘I am not supposed to be here’. She stood awkwardly, until Ms Ral, one of the assistant teachers for the production, approached her.

“Annie, what are you doing here?”

“Uh...” Annie blanked for a moment. What was she doing here? “I’m here to talk to Armin?” She sounded like she was asking a question. “Um, about his hair.”

“Oh yes, yes that’s you Annie!” Ms Ral broke into a wide smile. “Armin mentioned it to me before. I think he’s in the change rooms right now, but you can talk to him when he comes out.”

Annie thanked her, feeling a little less like a fish out of water in this environment. She contented herself by watching and listening to Hitch and a group of some other girls warm up their voices, getting a bit caught up as they ran up and down scales repeatedly.

“Annie! Hey! Thanks for coming!”

She was jolted out of her stupor by the voice of the boy she came here for. Armin was dressed in a simple black getup, black jeans and a simple black t-shirt. Now that she noticed it, all the people here were dressed in black. It suited him, his t-shirt fitting him quite snugly, defining his lean torso.

“Annie?”

Shit. She was staring.

Pull yourself together Leonhardt.

Annie stood and managed to muster a small smile at him. “Sorry, yeah, you wanna chat about your hair now?”

“Sure!”

He gestured to a quieter corner of the auditorium, and she followed him and sat down crossed legged on a big fuzzy box thing. He sat directly next to her, meaning she had to turn her body to face him. She cursed her feelings for making her feel so damn nervous when she was near him.

They didn’t speak for a moment, just glancing to and away from each other awkwardly. Annie decided to suck it up, asking, “Uh, so do you know how you wanna cut it?”

“O-oh yeah!” he sounded flustered, hand reaching up to run through his locks. “I talked to Mikasa, and she thinks that having it short, kinda like Eren’s, but with like an undercut kinda thing?”

Annie tilted her head, trying to picture it. Not bad, Mikasa. She could see it.

“Yeah. Yeah I think that’ll work… I can do that.”

His eyes brightened almost comically, and he smiled so wide, Annie’s stomach lurched. “Really?” he gasped, “Oh thank you so much Annie, you’re the best!! I’ll pay you, if you want, I don’t want you to do it for free!”

Annie was blushing now at his offhand compliments, and she shook her head. “N-no it’s okay,” she mumbled, ducking her head. He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off.

“I mean if you want to get me something in return, you can… you can bring donuts..?” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened even harder, her eyes refusing to meet his.

“Donuts?”

“...yeah, any kind really...”

Armin burst out in laughter. Annie couldn’t help the small smile that curled her lips as she looked at how damn happy he looked.

“Donuts it is then! I’m free on… uh let’s see,” he pulled out his phone, “I can do Thursday afternoon? Oh… is there somewhere you wanna take me to do it or..?”

“Oh no not really, I can come over to your house if that’s okay.”

Armin nodded tapping something into his phone, biting his lip lightly. “Yeah that should be fine. I’ll have to tell Grandad,” he mumbled, more to himself then anything, “But I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.”

He nodded, looking back up at Annie with a grin. He slipped off the cube. “Thanks so much Annie! I’ll see you Thursday then!” He jogged off with a wave.

Annie found herself waving back, a bubble of warmth growing in her chest. She heard a small ‘whoop’ from behind her as she began to walk to the doors. She turned, finding Hitch smirking at her, thumbs up. Annie frowned. Hitch just giggled, blowing her a kiss and winking as she turned away.

Even her friend’s teasing couldn’t pop that bubble of warmth in Annie’s chest.

****

Armin waited nervously by Annie’s locker Thursday afternoon as she packed her stuff away. He had caught her the other day and they had exchanged phone numbers. They had exchanged a few messages that day.

Thursday, 11:30 a.m. To Annie

hey annie! armin here!

hi armin

just double checking everything is ok for this afternoon?

yeah

cool! just wondering if it’s okay if we walk to my place? it’s only about 15 mins away

fine by me. meet me at my locker after 6th?

great! i’ll see u then! :)

“Ready?”

Armin blinked. Annie was standing in front of him, eyebrows raised slightly. She held a plastic shopping bag in her hand; Armin presumed it held supplies for cutting his hair.

“Oh, yeah, let’s go!”

Annie trailed behind him as they left the school grounds and he led the way to his house. They walked together in a comfortable silence for a while. The weather was pleasant, sunny with a cool breeze blowing at their backs.

Why am I thinking about the weather, of all things?

“Um, Armin?” He turned to the girl behind him as she spoke suddenly.

“I was wondering if you had your license? I wouldn’t ask, it’s only that I don’t, and I live on the other side of town, and I’m not sure how long this’ll take, so…”

“Oh do you need a lift?”

She nodded. “If that’s ok… I can just call a taxi if not, it’s no big deal-”

“No, Annie it’s fine!” Armin interrupted, “I don’t drive much because I love so close to school but it’s totally fine! In fact, I’d prefer to take you then have you go in a taxi after dark…” He rubbed his neck sheepishly at that, feeling a blush creeping up his neck.

Annie didn’t say anything for a moment, but when he turned back at her he saw a similar flush adorning her cheeks. “Thanks,” she mumbled.

Armin was saved from his suddenly scrambled thoughts - a result of seeing her pink face, he suspected - as they approached his house. He waved her up the driveway and unlocked the door, letting her through first.

“I’m home!”

He waited for the usual response from his Grandad, but none came.

“Hmm, he must be out getting shopping or something… okay, come upstairs then, you can drop your stuff in my room.”

Armin had lived with his Grandfather since he was four years old, after his parents left on a trip to Europe, promising to return after six months. They never did. Armin was too young at the time to understand they had effectively abandoned him; there was never a need for a missing person’s case or police searching - any police found them just fine and they simply refused to return home. He was put into his Grandad’s care after that, and Armin had never had the time nor the energy to really investigate or ponder why his parents had left him behind; he had always figured it was a thing to think about when he was older.

But now he had just turned eighteen years old, and any memories he possessed of his parents were just brief flashes of feelings and sound. He had pictures of them of course, but looking at them had never really brought about that sense of yeah that’s my family, the familiarity that came with being raised by someone lost on them and placed instead on his Grandad. His Grandfather had been willing to answer basic questions about his parents if he had them, but always insisted that if it was something Armin really wanted to pursue, he would have to do it himself. But Armin never did.

Maybe one day after I graduate…

They made their way up the stairs of the two-storey house, and Armin let them into his room. Annie stood in the doorway for a moment and just stared.

It was a fairly normal room, Armin thought, with blue-painted walls and the usual furniture; a double bed with similarly blue covers; a desk with a monitor and a PC computer that glowed with multicoloured parts; and a bookcase filled with a range of books. Seeming to realise she was staring, she walked in and placed her bag next to his desk, and slipping off her shoes.

“It’s nice,” she commented.

“Oh, thanks.” They stood there for a minute, awkwardness threatening to bleed into the moment, before Armin broke the silence again. “Should we go to the bathroom? I think Grandad left some stuff in there that he thought might be helpful.”

“Okay.”

As they entered the bathroom, Armin realised that there was something missing that might cause a problem. “Ah, we don’t have a seat or anything…” he ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. “I could probably get one from the dining room, but that might be too tall…”

“It’s fine, we can sit in the bathtub.”

Unsure if she was making a joke or not, he looked at her, bewildered. When they had held eye contact for a good five seconds and her expression hadn’t changed, Armin decided that she was not, in fact, joking.

“I mean if that works for you?”

She just nodded, setting her bag of hair supplies on the edge of the tub. She gestured for him to sit down. He clambered into the bath as gracefully as he could (he came this close to slipping over on his face and making a fool of himself), and sat down. Annie gestured at a towel hanging on the back of the door.

“Can I use this?”

“Yeah,” Armin nodded, and she grabbed it, swinging it around so it rested on his shoulders, acting as a makeshift hairdresser’s cape. She settled behind him, causing him to shiver when she ran her hands through his hair suddenly, pulling it back over the towel.

“So, I’ve got red and lime green, that’s the colours you wanted, right?”

“W-what?” Armin turned around to look at her. She deadpanned. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then she broke into a breathy laugh, eyes crinkling with pleasure.

“Ah, Armin, that was a joke,” she giggled, hand moving to cover her mouth. “You should have seen your face!”

She continued to chuckle. Armin couldn’t help but join her; her amusement was possibly one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard. He resolved to try and make her laugh as often as possible.

She was still giggling softly as she began to run her fingers through his hair, feeling it out. They lapsed into silence as she grabbed a spray bottle, and she began to work, wetting it down and running a comb through the knots.

“You have really nice hair,” she murmured, “It’s really thick for a boy.”

Armin hummed, slightly lost in the way her fingers felt running across his scalp.

They lapsed into silence after that, the only words spoken coming from Annie as she requested him to move his head slightly to get the right angles. He couldn’t help his initial flinches as he felt her fingers run across his neck on occasion, couldn’t help the shivers running up his spine when her breath brushed against his skin. She would rotate around him, scissors and comb in hand, tilting her head this way and that as she concentrated on his hair, tongue trapped beneath her teeth as she snipped away. Armin was entranced by how utterly focused she became as she worked on him; it reminded him of how it felt when he got drawn into a good book, or lost himself when he was singing a song on stage.

Armin’s Grandad arrived home when Annie brought out the clippers, preparing to work on the undercut he asked for. Armin heard the door close, footsteps moving about downstairs.

“You here, Armin?”

“In the bathroom, Grandad!” he called out.

Annie paused in her work as the older man made his way up the stairs and appeared in the doorway. “Why hello there! You must be Annie, Armin mentioned you were coming over!” He smiled warmly at the girl. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too sir.”

“Will you be staying for dinner? I was just about to whip something up quickly.”

Annie glanced over at Armin. Armin nodded at her in encouragement. “Well, I guess if you’ll have me, sir, I’d be grateful,” she said politely.

Grandad clapped his hands. “Fantastic! I’ll set the table for three then!” His eyes landed on Armin, who was sitting in a pile of his own hair in the bathtub. “Looking good, Armin!” he chuckled, making his way back downstairs.

Annie went back to plugging in the clippers. They settled back into their quiet rhythm, the soft buzz of the clippers and Annie’s soft voice the only sounds permeating the room. Finally, Armin was roused from his dream-like trance - induced by Annie’s soft fingers running through his scalp intoxicatingly - when she unwrapped the towel from his shoulders and ruffled his hair slightly, leaning around him to look at it from the front.

She bit her lip, fingers brushing back his bangs. “I think it’s done,” she murmured.

They stepped out of the tub, and Armin hesitantly turned to face the mirror. His eyes widened, and he had to consciously stop his jaw from dropping. His hair was noticeably shorter, no longer in a bob framing his face. His bangs were the same length, falling over his eyebrows, but the rest of his hair was shorter, and it all fell over a short undercut. The result made him look… older? Less boyish? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that he loved it.

He turned to Annie. She was watching him with a nervous look on her face, obviously trying to gauge his reaction. “Annie,” he ran his fingers through it, marvelling at how different it felt. “It’s amazing! Thank you so much!”

Annie’s shoulders relaxed; she was obviously relieved at his reaction. She smiled softly at him. He felt something catch in chest. Suddenly, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her. Almost trancelike, he stared at her and took a step forward. Her eyes widened slightly. His hand reached out with the intent to cup her cheek.

“Dinner’s ready, you kids!”

And just like that, the spell was broken. Armin and Annie flinched, the former jumping back almost comically, blushing furiously. Annie avoided his eyes, glancing around at the mess in the bathtub.

Fuck.

“Uh, don’t worry about that right now Annie,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, fingers gliding over the new undercut. “Let’s go have some dinner downstairs.”

“Okay.”

****

After a filling dinner of lasagna, with his Grandad showering Annie in compliments about how good of a job she did on his hair, Armin got permission to take his car and drop her home. Ducking into the fridge while she waited by the car, Armin grabbed the box he was looking for. He made his way outside, and approached the blonde girl leaning against the car door, face illuminated by her phone.

“Here, Annie,” he smiled at her, extending the box in his hands out at her. She took it, peeking inside. It was donuts, and her eyebrows raised in pleasure. “Payment and thanks for doing such an amazing job on my hair.”

“Ah… thanks, Armin.”

They hopped in the car, Armin easing it back across the driveway, and pulling out on the road. He was amused to see Annie eagerly open the box, examine the variety of donuts inside, before grabbing a plain glazed one and biting into it. She hummed in pleasure, eyes closed. It was possibly the cutest thing Armin had ever seen.

“These are good,” she mumbled, mouth still filled with donut.

He laughed. “I’m glad you like them.”

Armin was astonished to see her finish three whole, good sized donuts during the time it took for her to direct him to her apartment block. He pulled into the carpark, and she shifted slightly, balancing her donut box carefully as she grabbed her bags.

“Well, I’ll see you around then?” She stepped out of the car awkwardly, eyes lingering on him.

Unsure whether to walk her to the door of the apartments, he ran a hand through his new hair. “Yeah, I guess,” he replied, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “Thanks again for the haircut, Annie.”

She smiled a bit at that, and waved softly, before turning and walking to the door.

Armin’s mind raced. There were so many feelings that had become un-suppressed in these few hours they spent together, and now he couldn’t help but feel like he was letting some crucial opportunity pass by. Just as she reached the landing, he made up his mind.

Jumping out of the car, he called out to her.

“Annie!”

She turned, looking surprised. He jogged up to her, face burning.

“I- I, uh wanted to thank you again for today. I mean, uh, like this, I guess..”

Before he lost his nerve, he stepped closer, looking into her wide eyes. He leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips to hers. He felt her body tense up, but she didn’t pull away. A few seconds passed, and he straightened. She just stood there, and the look on her face reminded Armin of a deer stuck in headlights.

Shit. She didn’t want that.

He tilted his head up, grateful for the darkening sky that concealed his flaming face. “Uh, well, yeah. Sorry. Goodnight, Annie.” He turned away, feeling like an idiot.

“Armin, wait.”

Armin froze, shocked.

Surely not.

He turned slowly, and saw Annie placing her donuts and bags on the ground. She pushed her bangs behind her ears and strode up to him. Before he could process what was happening, she grabbed his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him.

And just like that, it all clicked into place. He melted into her grasp, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other coming to rest on her cheek. She tasted sweet, the donut glaze lingering on her tongue. Her lips were softer than he could have ever imagined.

They stood there, wrapped up in each other for what felt like eternity, but was likely only a few minutes. Eventually, they parted, hands still lingering on each other, unwilling to let go. Annie gazed into his eyes, a slightly starstruck look lingering in hers. Armin was sure he looked no better.

“Uh, well, you’re welcome, I guess?” she whispered.

A wide grin split his face. Chuckling, he pulled her in again. And again.

Armin resolved to thank Hitch for her haircut suggestion as soon as possible.

#aruani #hitch dreyse #annie leonhardt #armin arlert #request #these three have the best dynamic #i love them sm

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whereflowersbloom · 4 years ago

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Reflections.

I once dreamed of making someone happy. Conner thinks to himself.

It was a simple dream that He almost gave up on. Happiness is intangible, enigmatic. It was a concept difficult for him to grasp. Happiness proved not to be so simple, after all. Simple to think about, sometimes abstract, incredibly hard to reach out for. It was something people looked for their entire life. It’s said even for human its impossible to be completely content without desiring more. He had read somewhere that a joyful life was made up of joyful moments, gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude and inspiration. At times he wondered if he was capable of experiencing happiness. But the question plaguing his mind was; could he make anyone happy? He felt it slipping between his fingers every time he believed he was closer to it. He observed his hand, this hand was created to serve as Lex Luthor’s puppet. Then Clark gave him a new purpose, fight crime, work to bring justice to those who are oppressed, protect them and the world. But this hand longed to holds another. One that belonged to a certain girl he knew well. He had no doubts something was missing from his life and he was desperate to get it. But he couldn’t help but think of that tiny, pale, hand filling him with warmth he never knew he craved for. Until he grabbed hold of it and Conner didn’t want to let go of it.

He felt as if he had no right. And being honest he didn’t. He wasn’t like her. Perhaps he couldn’t express his desires, emotions, transform them into words. Humans also said actions speak louder than words, right? For the first time, being quick to act could prove to be rather convenient in his case.

~~~

Raven stared off into emptiness, deep in thoughts, her brows knitted, as if she was concentrated trying to solve a puzzle. She hadn’t touched her tea. Then Donna decided to speak. “Okay. What’s going on with you today.”

Raven snaps out of it and looks at Donna, realizing she’d been too absorbed in her own world. She sips her tea slowly. It was getting cold. No reason to be mysterious with Donna. She could use her perspective. “Do you have any idea why Conner is acting strange lately?” She asks her Amazonian friend, curious if she had the answer, noticed something she didn’t.

Donna stares at her friend for a couple of minutes, before tipping her head back and letting out a sonorous laugh. “I simply cannot believe this. You know for an empath. You have no idea what’s going on around you.” she says pointedly, raising her left eyebrow, her shoulders still shaking as the giggles subside.

Raven massaged her temples and sighs. “You know I try to set boundaries. I don’t want to invade his personal space or anyone’s.” And it was true. She found a way to let her walls up preventing her from trespassing her teammates emotional property.

“In a tower full of teenagers that must be hard. You have my respect.” Donna replies solemnly.

“Raven, I’m serious. The only reason I found it funny is because, if there’s anything certain in this universe, it’s that Kon-El has a crush on you. I’m pretty sure it was written in the stars by the Gods before he was even created. Look at the poor boy.” Donna explains logically.

“I can’t say I agree with you. We are just friends.” Raven looks away blushing. “Even if it was true. Then why hasn’t he said anything yet?” She battles internally, not sure if she should believe her friend. Donna wasn’t lying though. She knew it.

Donna shrugs lightly, resting her chin on her hand, pondering her next words. “Maybe he has been saying it and you just haven’t been listening.” She places a hand on Raven’s shoulder, sliming at her warmly. “Think about it carefully.” She said those words as she walked out of the room.

Raven doesn’t say anything. Disbelief and curiosity struck her speechless. Her mind races with words she cannot utter. She had to meditate on this.

~~~

They were at the library. It was a lovely, quiet escape from the bustling city. It sat in the middle of Jump City, built in the 80’s after its old incarnation had burned down. She was reading, as usual,she was always reading. Sometimes it’s a history book, sometimes it’s a fiction book. There’s countless topics, genres, so much to learn and study. She makes annotations on a notebook she carries around.

After a few minutes, Raven felt Conner’s gaze on her and realised he had been staring the whole time. She found she didn’t mind, they were friends but it made her feel self-conscious, her cheeks reddened. Conner’s stare felt different from others, it was intense, warm rather than cold, expressing affection, and rather than making her feel on edge, it made her feel safe.

“What are you reading now.?” A curious voice asked her, getting her attention. He looks up at her, just blinking for a few seconds, smiling only the way Conner did, making him look so boyish and mischievous, those dazzling light blue eyes. She cleared her throat, and shook her head, blushing at the thoughts that kept popping into her head. She shows her the pile of books she got, about astronomy, psychology and some romance novels she managed to find. She mentions it’s his turn to show her what he’s reading. He seems embarrassed when he shows her the cover of the book and tells her that it’s poetry. Oh. She did notice he was showing interest in poetry lately.

“Always poetry” she teases him. “They’re not always poetry.” he tells her, as if he has anything to prove, as if she wouldn’t think it’s so very much him. He looks away, slightly blushing, setting his mouth in a pout. Raven giggles, finding his reaction enchantingly cute. Mumbles he should recite some to her when they go back to the Tower. Conner runs his hand through his dark hair, trying his best to overcome his shyness and mutters. “Maybe.”

He looks at his watch and rubs his neck awkwardly. Hesitant to speak. “Would you like to get a cup of tea?” He asked her, gulping. Waiting for her answer. He stumbles over his words, but gathers courage to speak confidently. “You usually have your tea around 6:00pm.” Open mouthed Raven is surprised he knew exactly what time she had her tea. Her mind goes back to Donna’s words. For a minute her theory isn’t unfathomable. It makes sense. She smiles brightly at him. “I guess it’s time for tea and a snack.” He offered his hand to Raven and she took it, helping her stand up. Conner took her books from the table, carrying them for her and they walked out of the library.

~~~

They decide to try a new place they heard about. ‘Saint Aymes’. Its windows are bordered by wisteria and other seasonal blooms, bringing a sense of spring to this tranquil, autumn day. Walking in they were instantly drawn to the warm atmosphere. The plants gave it a cozy, earthy feel. It felt like a secret, upscale treehouse, it smelled like roasted coffee beans, vanilla, cinnamon and freshly baked pastries.

She stands in front of the glass, examining every single cake and muffin, searching for the one with that looks like it would taste the best. She’d happily stare there all day to decide, Conner next to her attempting to contain his excitement, her sweet-toothed best friend. Knowing him he’d want to try every possible option. She can see some vanilla buttercream buns, all kind of donuts, strawberry cream filled danish, some lemon cakes, but there’s a queue forming behind them, people coughing and tapping their feet, and the cashier’s rolling her eyes. “Just let me know which one you want. You can go find a place for us.” Conner offers. She considers it and agrees. Pointing a mini lemon raspberry cheesecake. Raven whispers a ‘thank you.’

She looks around and finds a couch with a table in the corner, the perfect spot for them, there’s some paintings on the wall, hanging. She leaned against the couch, sinking tiredly into the plush cushions as exhaustion sank in. Yes, this was rather nice in its own way. A peaceful, cold autumn afternoon, enjoying a cup of tea and pastries with her friend.

Conner comes back carrying two steaming cups, one was her Earl Grey tea, the other she was certain it was hot chocolate. It was his favorite. he placed down both cups on the table in front of them. A staff member brought them a plate with all kind of pastries. Thee was barely enough room on the table now. Raven looked at him suppressing a giggle. Conner blinked several times and shrugged his shoulders shyly. “I was hungry.”

Before she said a word about her tea. He said “I know it. Milk and two teaspoons of honey, right?” He speaks, lifting his right eyebrow, a smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. Conner was strangely observant in that way. It struck her a sweet gesture.

They were too engrossed in their conversation, the endless topics they talked about, about culture, politics, books, the list was infinite. The way Raven laughs quietly, her smart comments. He liked to think they were close, doing things friends usually do, bonding, having fun. And yet. There was something remote about her, he thought. Something unreachable, like the watery depths beneath a frozen lake. He wouldn’t mind submerging, until he found the bottom, drowning in that mystic, pure, vast lake.

All the pastries almost gone except for the last one a chocolate walnut strudel. It looked mouthwatering delicious. She finished her tea and she was still a little hungry.but she couldn’t take it. Surely Conner picked it. She can’t. She raises her eyes, decided to give it up, when they meet his gaze. They are sitting there staring at each other, it feels like time stops. It takes him less than a minute to understand what she wanted, and urgently trying to hide.

“Here,” he says, breaking some of it off, exactly in a half, he was finally good at calculating the amount of strength he needed to use, so he didn’t destroy things. “You can have half.” Something that tended to happen more than he wanted to admit.

“But, it’s yours and you love chocolate!” Raven said anxiously. He’d done enough for her.

“Nope. I got it for both.” His face unconsciously getting closer. “I want you to have half.” He speaks frankly. Raven opens her mouth to say he didn’t have to do it, too late, he cuts in.

“No buts.” He stops her and grins cheerfully. “What’s the point in spending an evening, eating a tasty dessert with your best friend if you can’t share it with her?”

“But you’re always doing things for me.” She bits her lips. Old habit, as they say hard to die. He gave her so much. She pondered how he could be so kindhearted, good-natured, and selfless. She wasn’t referring just to sharing a pastry or his gallantry. It was everything.

One look and she gives up the idea of saying no. He seemed so impeccable , innocent, sometimes too good for this corrupted world. She doesn’t reply, sighs defeated and takes the piece from him and tastes it. It was exquisite. “Thank you.” She says to him. She thanks him wholeheartedly, warmly. She couldn’t imagine spending days like this with anyone else. And Conner can see the gratitude showing in her cosmic eyes. He understands. He simply smiles.

Maybe Donna was right. Did Conner had a crush on her? Actions. ‘You aren’t listening’. The signs are all there. He knows everything about her, the details. She could not have predicted growing this close with another person in such a short amount of time. She’s been living in the a Tower for years with Gar, Jaime and the others. Conner was different. What began as a mere trickle in a stream suddenly grew like the currents of a river. She was almost shocked at how easy it felt to be attuned to each other’s rhythms. As though they had known each other for years. How did she feel though? It was so sudden. She didn’t want to find out for now.

Conner thinks perhaps happiness isn’t as complex as humans make it sound. No. It doesn’t have to take an entire lifetime to look for, search frantically everywhere. In his own words, his mind, his being. Happiness was this moment. Moments with her, a fraction of infinity. That was his very own version of happiness.

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writerofshit · 4 years ago

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Gavin and Jeremy are fully used to the rest of the crew teasing and prodding them about their (mutual, the fools) crushes on the other, but they realise they really aren't being slick when even Matt has picked up on it. Not that Matt would come out of his office and say anything, it's none of *his* business he insists, but he will check the security cameras to see when it's just the two of them hanging out watching a movie and then dim the lights a little and start softly blasting true by spandau ballet over the wireless speakers

GOD this is so funny, I love Matt being a little shit like that.

I imagine that because the other two are so fucking oblivious, they don't even realize what's happening or why it's happening. They just kinda glance at each other like "haha, weird, right, almost feels like a movie scene and we're about to express our undying love."

"Boy that is weird. Anyway let's just turn up the tv!"

And poor Matt, on the other side of the cameras just "You morons! You were right there!" So he turns the song up more, and they just leave the fuckin room, and Matt fumes.

A couple days later Fredo goes down to see him. "Matt can you look at the speakers in the living room? Jeremy said they started playing music randomly, and I can't find any reason for it either."

Matt kind of wants to scream.

"No need. I know exactly why."

"And?"

"Its because he and Gavin are idiots."

A week later Matt is yet again checking the security cameras before he heads up to bed, and yet again Jeremy and Gavin are dancing around the subject. He cant hear them, but he can read the body language, can just imagine what flirty jokes are being exchanged.

The point at which flirty-jokes become clearly-flirty-wrestling, Matt decides hes out. He is absolutely not gonna be That Guy, watching his two friends resolve their sexual tension. Security be damned.

He does, however, start playing Marvin Gaye's Let's Get It On before he takes the elevator up. If that doesn't work, nothing will.

The next morning he gets up early, just in time to catch Gavin quietly sneaking out of Jeremy's room. "Morning!" Matt says cheerfully.

"Chirst alive, what are you doing up?"

"Getting breakfast. Clearly." He gestures with the donut in his hand. "What are you up to?" Matt asks, eyebrow raised.

Gavin looks away, the tiniest smile on his face. "Uh, you know." He says, waving a hand dismissively. "Up late with Jeremy. Talking." He tacks on at the end, as if Matt doesn't already know.

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, Gav." Matt turns to take his coffee and his donut downstairs, humming True to himself.

Behind him, he hears a quiet gasp, and then "oh my god." Footsteps, a door, and "Jeremy you're not going to believe this!"

Listen. He's just happy they finally got there.

#more matt being a little shit 2k20 #this is geunienly very funny and i love it #thank you anon #jerevin #ks talks #anon

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mbavholidayexchange · 4 years ago

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to @rowsha from @pixiepaintt

title: pumpkin pasties and unspoken promises

rating: teen and up audiences

summary:

Benny wasn’t the biggest fan of pumpkin pasties. They were too sweet and too savory and the flavors all mashed into one nasty confection he could hardly call a treat. He'd avoided them ever since his first year.

But when a blonde-headed vampire asks him to try one, he can't bring himself to say no...

ao3 link: link

content:

Benny wasn’t the biggest fan of pumpkin pasties.

They were savory, filled with rich sage and toasted garlic, yet also sweetly crusted with browned sugar and butter. He wasn’t typically a picky eater; he would scarf down most of the Great Hall if it weren’t for those stingy elves (once, he’d snuck into the kitchen at night for pudding and woke up all of the teachers with his screams). But something about the pumpkin pasties made him wince. He wished they would just pick a flavor category and stick to it.

Rory loved them. Every Saturday morning, as the three boys walked to breakfast together, he’d ramble about how long the weekdays had been and how he would give anything for the pumpkin pasties to be available every morning. He usually raced to the hall to gather up all of the pasties from the Gryffindor table for himself; then he’d eventually feel bad and return a couple. Of course, he kept the majority for himself, but it was the thought that counted.

Benny, despite his disdain for the fickle pastries, would never outwardly show it because he was a good friend. His way of showing affection often coincided with insults, but he didn’t want to seriously hurt his friends. Even if Rory liked the grossest food known to warlock, he deserved at least some happiness.

Right now, he wasn’t happy. The two Gryffindor boys were stood outside Ethan’s dorm room at ten minutes past eight. By now, they should be in the Great Hall loading their plates full of the weekend delicacies but a certain someone was too concerned about his likability.

“Guys, do you think Sarah likes straight hair or gelled hair?” Ethan called from across the door.

“Dude, who cares, the pumpkin pasties are probably all gone by now,” Rory wailed, “I’m doomed to eat sticky pancakes and oily hashbrowns for life!”

Benny slung an arm around his shoulder, trying to suppress his laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get some,” Benny promised, grinning.

Rory let out a pleased squeal– seriously, what kind of teenage boy squealed?– and turned to crush Benny in a hug. He was definitely the most physically affectionate of the group and Benny didn’t mind one bit. Except for the fact that he valued his life.

“Watch the bones,” Benny grimaced, “some of us are mortal.”

He was immediately released and prodded at, a bashful Rory checking for any damage. It wasn’t his fault; vampire strength was hard to control, especially as a newborn. He got excited easily and wanted to share his happiness with his friends, but it unfortunately sometimes ended in a broken bone or two. Fortunately, Benny was good at crafting excuses to get Madam Pomfrey to heal them.

“Sorry, Benny,” Rory softly amended with a pout when he was satisfied with his inspection. Something tender filled Benny’s chest, easy and comforting. It made him want to pull Rory back into a hug even if it meant broken ribs. It made him feel like he was safe. It made him feel like his smile would last forever.

“Yeah, uh, no problem,” he replied, trying to not let his giddiness show.

And, just like that, the moment was over. Rory gave him a big smile and turned back to the door, rapping on its poor creaky wood.

“Ethan, Benny said he’s going to get me pumpkin pasties! He’s my bestest best friend now!” Rory yelled.

A few of the Ravenclaws in the boys’ commons glanced over and frowned at the commotion, sighing when they saw Benny and Rory. They technically weren’t allowed in other houses’ dormitories, but they snuck in so much that no one cared to confront them anymore. Benny smiled weakly and half-heartedly waved.

“Not my fault I’m the only one with any chance with a girl!” Ethan yelled back, then paused, “Sorry! I’m just freaking out. Do you think Sarah would prefer a more floral or woodsy cologne? I was thinking about an earthy scent but that might be overwhelming for her vampire senses. Do you think Jesse wears expensive cologne? He probably does. Hey, Benny, do you have any more of that pheromone stuff?”

By the time they reached the Great Hall, most of the students were finishing breakfast. As soon as the doors opened, Rory was rushing to the Gryffindor table, oblivious to all of the students he knocked over to get there. Benny winced.

Ethan was still frozen in the entrance, staring at Sarah not-so-subtly. Benny nudged him and waved a hand in front of his flushed face. He was fairly sure that Ethan had pencilled in his eyebrows.

“Hello, earth to E,” he joked. Ethan blanched and frantically turned to Benny, eyes wide.

“Oh Merlin, I should have gone with the floral cologne!”

“Yeah, guess you’ve ruined your chance forever,” Benny dryly responded before laughing at Ethan’s petrified expression, “I’m kidding. Go get ‘em, tiger.” He winked and pushed Ethan toward the Ravenclaw table. He would go with him, as a wingman, but he’d rather not leave food-crazed Rory alone with the first-years.

So as much as he wanted to valiantly shield Rory from all of the nasty looks and middle fingers being thrown his direction, he knew that Rory didn’t want conflict. He wanted comfort.

As soon as Benny turned his attention back to the young vampire, he sighed. Rory was plucking all of the pasties from the table– even the ones on plates– and curling around them protectively. He had garnered more than a few glares from the rest of the house members. Rory spotted Benny and waved giddily, his mouth full and spirits high. Benny always admired him for that: he never seemed to care what strangers thought about him. He would wear the most outlandish clothes and talk about the most obscure things and just… deflected any mockery that came his way. At first, Benny had thought he was just oblivious to the sniggering and badgering, but when he tried to confront the bullies, Rory stopped him and told him that it didn’t matter. No one else’s opinion mattered– only his friends’.

Benny walked over to the table and sat next to him, giving him a warm smile.

“You know, it’s not very swagalicious to steal food,” Benny chuckled, bumping shoulders with Rory as he sat down. Rory gasped, quickly swallowing his food.

“R-Dawg has more swag than you’ll ever know,” Rory adamantly defended, scowling, “R-Dawg invented swag. Check it!” He then began making various noises and swinging his hands in what Benny assumed to be beatboxing. This earned him even more glares.

Benny rolled his eyes and started piling his plate up with food: cinnamon-buttered toast, black pudding, bacon, and a large heaping of sugar donuts. He was quite famished from his late-night DND campaign (and his subsequent adventure of sneaking Ethan back into the Ravenclaw dorms afterward).

“We need to bring the Muse-A-Tronics back!” Rory whisper-yelled to him, eyes sparkling.

“And lose the tiny bit of dignity I have left?” Benny whisper-yelled back.

“Maybe it would make Erica finally notice you,” Rory quipped, looking back down at his plate in something akin to nervosity.

“It would make all the primo babes notice me,” Benny boasted, puffing out his chest dramatically. Truthfully, he valued Erica more as a friend (and was pretty sure she wasn’t into men) but he didn’t want to admit it. His friends had teased him about it long enough that it felt wrong to confess– it felt wrong to even acknowledge himself. When he started thinking about romance, he started thinking about Rory, and then he started feeling guilt and– he preferred to not think about it.

“Girls love that macho piano playing,” Rory affirmed, something pensive in his tone, almost hesitant. He picked at the crust of his toast.

Benny frowned at his arbitrary dejection and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing him in for a quick side-hug. There was a strong need arising in him to console Rory, a mixture of guilt and sympathy. He patted his shoulder and broke apart the contact, feeling foolish for something he didn’t know how to describe.

“Don’t worry, MC MonsterBat will be a lady-killer for sure,” Benny said.

“Who are we killing?” Ethan asked, sitting across from Benny and grabbing an orange.

“Just women,” Benny shrugged, “Speaking of, how’d it go with Sarah?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Ethan facepalmed and shook his head.

“You don’t want to know,” he groaned.

“Aw c’mon, I’m great at love advice!”

“B, last time you tried to hit on a girl, you had your eyebrows singed off,” Ethan deadpanned.

“That fireworks spell was trickier than I thought!”

“The time before that, you almost drowned.”

“In my defense, the textbooks make mermaids seem really sweet.”

Ethan just laughed and started peeling apart his orange. He found Benny’s outlandish flirting style amusing, but he had learned to keep a distance whenever it involved magic.

Rory had been developing a frown throughout the conversation, glaring at his orange juice. He seemed to suddenly decide something and looked up, tugging on Benny’s shirt.

“Benny, do you want to try one?” He asked hopefully.

“One what?” Benny hesitantly responded.

“A pumpkin pastie! AKA the most delicious thing in the world,” Rory cheerfully coaxed, picking up the biggest one he had and offering it reverently. He was so heartened and upbeat that Benny couldn’t bring himself to tell him no.

The smile on Rory’s face was infectious, and soon Benny was grinning widely too. Rory could probably ask him to eat an earwax jelly bean and he’d agree to it– just because it was Rory.

“Uhh, sure, I’ll try a bite,” he said, not missing how Rory’s face lit up adorably or how he pulled him infinitesimally closer. He gently took the pumpkin pastie from Rory’s hands and bit into it without any hesitance.

To be fair, he still didn’t like it. It had too many clashing flavors and the nutmeg was overpowering. But, when he saw the blush growing on Rory’s face and the way his eyes crinkled with joy, he found himself taking another bite, and another…

“Do you like it?” Rory excitedly asked, biting into his own pastie and beaming.

Benny nodded and finished it off, licking his fingers off (and if Rory’s eyes were caught on his lips, neither of them acknowledged it).

“Yeah, it’s a very unique flavor,” he said. He didn’t want to lie; he was just stretching the truth.

“You can admit it, it’s the best food in the world,” Rory stuck out his tongue. Benny just laughed and shook his head.

“Oh, B, you should try the fruitcake next! You always refuse even though it’s my favorite,” Ethan interjected, glancing around the table and grabbing a slice to hold out.

“No offense, but that is probably the nastiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d rather face Moldy Voldy than dried figs and prunes trying to disguise themselves as a cake.” Benny fake gagged and scrunched his nose up. He had a rich sweet tooth and could say for certain that fruitcake was not included in that. It barely even counted as sweet.

“But you just ate the pumpki– Oh. Oh, of course,” Ethan grinned and flickered his eyes between Benny and Rory, “I’m bloody dumb.”

Rory quizzically looked up from his food and managed a “Hmhuh?” through a full mouth. Benny raised his eyebrows. He usually shared a brain cell with Ethan and could tell what the other was thinking, but he had no clue what was making Ethan laugh so much. He had long since made his hatred for dried fruit known.

Ethan shook his head and smiled at both of them.

“Nothing to be worried about. Did you guys want to head to the Quidditch field later?”

The next Saturday, Benny was the first one up.

“Rory, get up! It’s breakfast time!” He yelled, untangling himself from his sheets.

From the bed over, Rory groaned and hid his face in his pillow. He had spent the entire night getting “food” in the Forbidden Forest. Benny didn’t want to know any more than that.

There was an odd spike of excitement running through him; he just knew that he had to get to the Great Hall as soon as possible. He’d been looking forward to it the entire week, constantly thinking about the darned pumpkin pasties. Whenever he mentioned it, Ethan just gave him a wink.

“If you get up now, I’ll eat another pastie with you,” Benny added.

At that, Rory was standing up, fully awake.

“Really? You’d do that?”

Benny laughed and shrugged.

“Anything for you,” he said, immediately regretting it. That wasn’t a very bro-like thing to say. Rory didn’t seem to mind, though, brightly smiling at Benny and moving to get his robes out.

Benny opened his trunk as well, absentmindedly picking out his finest robes. It seemed like it was going to be a great morning.

The warm feeling in Benny’s chest didn’t dissipate. Truly, he knew what was causing it, but he wasn’t ready to face it yet; he wasn’t ready to face him. He felt like it could end any minute, and he couldn’t risk that.

He was a bit relieved when Ethan said he had to study for his midterms rather than go on the Hogsmeade trip. He didn’t want to leave his best friend alone on the weekend, but the prospect of going out with Rory was too exciting.

Hogwarts had just had its first snow, thinly carpeting the winter grass and stone paths in a soft reminder that winter was near. Hogsmeade was decorated in shiny red ribbons and glimmering icicles, sprinklings of mistletoe hanging from every signpost. The restaurants were particularly busy, drawing in onlookers with their warm stews and hot chocolates filling the chilly air with hearty aromas.

They had, as tradition, stopped by Honeydukes first to satisfy their cravings. Benny was sure to grab enough peppermint creams and sugar quills for Christmas; when in doubt, candy was the best gift option. Who would turn down Honeydukes?

They eventually ended up in the Three Broomsticks, properly cold and yearning for fish and chips. Benny had jumped right into his butterbeer, not caring at all how the froth gave him a mustache.

“I’ve died, I’ve died and reached heaven,” Benny bewailed, clinging onto his mug like it was the most precious thing in the world. Which it was.

Rory had the audacity to look offended. He had barely touched his drink, uncharacteristically distraught.

“You can’t die yet, dude, we haven’t beaten the Feudal Wars IV boss yet.”

Benny considered that for a second and then nodded approvingly.

“You’re right, yeah, I guess I have to hold on until then.”

“Can’t leave the Rorster hanging!”

“Of course not,” Benny chuckled, “You’d never be able to finish that round on your own.”

Rory flicked one of his chips at him, pouting. Benny sighed and gave him back a chip to equalize the transaction, squeezing Rory’s hand briefly as an apology.

“You have to admit though, I’m a god at the Feudal Wars series. I think I’m ranked twenty in the nation. Which, to be fair, there are only about a hundred players in Great Britain, but rankings in a multiplayer RPG are skewed anyway. I can’t wait until I’m back home so I can get back to–

“Benny.”

“What’s up?” He replied, taking a swig of his butterbeer and silently pretending that it was real alcohol to feel cooler. Rory hesitated and drummed his fingers on the wooden table.

“I… I know you don’t like pumpkin pasties.”

Benny froze, nearly choking on his drink.

“Dude, what? We’ve been eating them together every week,” he weakly rebutted. Rory rolled his eyes and smiled.

“I’m not a complete idiot,” Rory laughed, “I know you’ve hated them since first year.”

“But you–”

“I wanted to see if you would. Try one for me,” Rory said, leaning forward and resting his head on his palms. His fangs were ever-so-subtly peeking out.

“Oh.”6

Godric Gryffindor, he must have not been as smooth as he thought. What would Rory think of him now, lying about something so simple as a pastry? Normal friends don’t do that.

Benny lifted his head, mouth agape and ready to rush out an excuse, but– he was met with a blushing, embarrassed Rory. Who didn’t seem upset in the slightest.

“It’s cute,” he promised, reaching out for Benny’s hand and rubbing small circles on the back.

“I just– I didn’t want to make you sad, I’m sorry–” Benny stuttered, feeling exposed.

“Don’t apologize, B,” Rory insisted, “You know, to make it even, I’ll eat fruitcake for you.”

Benny furrowed his brows. It sounded almost like a confession– a reciprocation. Maybe they had both been hiding their attachment. Merlin, Ethan had probably stayed back at Hogwarts to make this happen. Well, not that Benny was complaining.

He squeezed Rory’s hand and smiled.

“That’s a bet.”

“Okay, tomorrow morning! I’ll prove it!” Rory asserted, biting his lip, “R-Money will prove his heart’s desire!”

“Moment ruined,” Benny teased fondly.

“Oh, do you prefer R-Dawg? Rorster? Ror-inator? R-Money? Batman? Ror–”

Benny pressed his thumb gently on his lips to quiet him.

“I just like Rory.”

By the time they left, the snow was sticking to the ground and the sun was peeking out. If they squinted, they could see Ethan cheering them on from his dorm window with two thumbs up. Damn seer abilities.

With Rory’s hand in his, cheeks red from more than just the cold, Benny took a moment to reconsider. Maybe he had liked the pumpkin pasties all along. He just hadn’t been able to appreciate their ambivalence– he hadn’t realized that if he had just let the flavors meld together, there didn’t need to be a schism.

He turned to Rory, giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead and running through the snow.

“Last one to the castle has to help Ethan get ready for his date tomorrow!”

#my babysitter's a vampire #mbav #rory keaner #benny weir #ethan morgan #submission

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bluinary · 5 years ago

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gag anime that you need to watch maybe

hi hello my name is juli and i will now gently guide ur attention to some top-notch shows, please pay attanetion

(this list is for people who don’t watch much anime or who are new to it. if ur a fucken weeb youve probably seen it all. dont @ me i want to help the kids)

ONE PUNCH MAN (the obvious 1st choice lol)

Genre: Action/ Shounen

Expectation: OP protagonist with riveting backstory fights to become the strongest hero, makes many friends along the way who recognize his talents and pure heart, big bad scary villains make him stronger

Reality: OP protagonist is already the strongest hero. His backstory? After fighting a lobster-man with nipples drawn on him with a Sharpie, Saitama decides to do a workout routine every day, and somehow ends up becoming the most powerful known being in the universe. His main issue is that now, he literally can take down any villain with a single punch, and he’s very bored of it.

Best Qualities: Animation is bomb, music is dope, humor is funnie, and Best Boy is a man whose superpower is riding a bicycle. Also Saitama egg head

If you were in a coma for all of 2015, this is the main thing u missed. Moving on.

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki)

Genre: Romance/ Comedy/ Slice of Life

Expectation: Smol shoujo protag girl grows closer to her oblivious crush through a fated, if awkward, incident which reveals an embarrassing secret that has to be kept at all costs. Through one another they gain more quirky friends, help each other grow, and, eventually, the male lead realizes that what he needs has been beside him all along.

Reality: The crush writes romance manga, and that is literally all the man cares about. It’s not a secret, but when he told people they didn’t believe him. Nozaki and Sakura grow closer, but only because he confuses her confession with a request to be his Beta. They gain quirky friends through one another, but there is zero character development throughout the entire fucking cast. Every episode is run by Idiot Plot. All the characters share a singular brain cell. There’s a tall butch lady turning every girl in the school gay. Please watch

Best Quali-teas: Everyone is baby, lots of gay shenanigans, and toxic masculinity does not exist, the OP is pretty nice, too

I literally heard about this damn show, like, two months ago. This shit was released circa 2015. Pleeze watch

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. / Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan

Genre: Shounen/ Supernatural/ Fucking Everything tbh

Expectation: Slice-of-life supernatural where protag has psychic powers, albeit limited ones, and has to keep them a secret at all costs for fear of his safety. He has a few friends he loves and cherishes, and at least two girls who are in love with him that he has to choose between-- all of which are people he wants to protect from his double-life.

Reality: Kusuo is very aware that he is the protagonist of an anime, and he does not want to be. Born with pink hair? He rewrites the human genome to make colored hair normal. End of the world looming? He just keeps rewinding time so he doesn’t have to deal with it. Harem situation? He actively uses his powers to avoid all love interests at all times (see the above). The plot of each episode is him trying to stop the plot as quickly as possible without killing anyone. The main issue is that everyone around him is either dumb or just generally attractive to plot-driving circumstances, and they all, for some reason, want him to be in on their adventures.

Best Qualities: Heavy “me and the boys” energy, plenty of Idiot Plot, so funny that my 47yo mom who hates anime admitted that it’s funny, meta as fuck, occasionally sweet scenes, equally good dub and sub, Saiki is babie

The fandom for this shit is like. Nonexistent. Apparently it came out the same season as Mob Psycho 100, so that might be why. I almost didn’t watch it, but I got bored and it turned out to be a serious gem. Go watch if ur having a bad day, it will make u cry laughing

Sakamoto Desu Ga/ Haven’t You Heard? I’m Sakamoto

Genre: Slice of life/ Comedy

Expectation: God I don’t even know. I’d say a typical slice of life where the quiet kid is bullied but makes friends, there’s a love triangle as they grow up together through high school, yadda yadda, but look at this dude. I can’t imagine him being anything other than what he is-- a legend.

Reality: The entire show is just a question of how extra one man can be, and how well he can pull it off. Sakamoto is an “average” high school senior (in the sense that he has no supernatural abilities), but he’s....far more than that. He’s Sebastian Michaelis if he’d never been a demon. Everything always works out for him in the most ridiculous of ways-- he’s just that good. He makes a McDonald’s uniform look like Prada. He’s so smooth his bully ends up having a crush on him (and yes, it is a gay crush. no heteros in this show).

Best Qualities: lots of homo content. the side characters, inspired by Sakamoto’s grace, all become better people, and you root for them. The circumstances are always average, but the presentation is fucking riveting. Watch to send ur depression into remission.

Another one no one talks about????? U all were so busy with ur broku no hero macadamias and ur Nartoes that you slept on this. Now’s the time to take back what was lost. Love yourself and binge this shit.

Nichijou/ My Ordinary Life

Genre: Slice of Life/ Comedy

Expectation: Cute girls do cute, girly things and have fun with Their Close Good Friends (TM).

Reality: Cute girls get into very bizarre situations with extremely manic energies. Sometimes, the situations are normal, but the girls react in a bizarre, manic fashion. It will make you alarm-laugh.

Best Qualities: Adorable art style, little continuity, relatable as fuck

A nice little watch if you’re bored. I think the eps are on YouTube.

Pop Team Epic/ Poputepepiku

Genre: Only God Knows

Expectation: Probably a cutesy 4koma-type thing with 2 schoolgirls having shenanigans.

Reality: A regular acid trip with lesbian icons Popuko and Pipimi who are not schoolgirls, but gods. Like if Eric Andre and Hannibal Buress were turned into omnipotent anime icons. Watch at your own risk.

Best Qualities: Lots of unexpected parodies and references amongst a shitpost of a show. The OP is a bop. Popuko terrifies me, but also empowers me as a young woman because she will not hesitate to kill a bitch. She and Pipimi love each other a whole lot, so it is LGBTQ content, which is always a plus.

I’m sure you’ve seen this one floating around. It will make you feel fear, and then laugh. Now, finally...

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Genre: Romance/ Comedy

Expectation: The protagonist is a girl who is mistaken for a boy and must be the servant of six rich, handsome young men, all of which are in love with her, and her secret must be kept at all costs. A reverse harem anime with plenty of fanservice.

Reality: Haruhi is a genderfluid queen who doesn’t give a fuck what others think she is. Because she broke a Conveniently-Placed Vase and is relatably poor, she has to pay off her debt by being a host herself-- which means male-presenting when flirting with her female classmates to make her dough. The six rich, handsome young men all share three brain cells, and most of those cells go to the character who has one line per episode (usually, it’s “Yeah”. I hope that VA got paid well). The only love interest-- the “leader” and most popular of the six men-- is so dead-set on their club being his Found Family, he confuses his romantic feelings for Haruhi with paternal ones. This is obvious to everyone but him. He never gets the brain cells.

Best Qualities: Trans characters!! Lesbians!! Extreme “me and the boys” energy, except they’re all rich, so shenanigans skyrocket. Many 4th wall breaks. The most powerful Host looks like he’s 5. Any “fanservice” is never played straight. Takes the Found Family trope to a whole new level. Nice Parks & Rec-quality balance between hysterical and sweet. Everyone is in drag at some point.

I know all of us senior citizens grew up on this shit, but you younguns need to watch the classics to appreciate the newfangled stuff. I recommend watching when you’re in a cheesy rom-com mood.

Honorable Mentions:

I can’t count these as gag anime, but they’re still ridiculously funny.

Mob Psycho 100

Scissor Seven

Kill la Kill

Cells at Work!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Ones I haven’t seen but have heard a lot about

Osomatsu-san

Himouto! Umaru-chan

Azumanga Daioh

Gin Tama

Sgt. Frog

Okay that is all just limke put this in ur feel-good tag because these shows will make you happy and donut for get to like and describe to my channel, where I post literally nothing at all ever good night.

#anime rec list #shows to watch #anime #shitpost #tumblr memes #pls rec me similar ones in the replies y'all i need another hyperfixation #rn im just using saiki k jokes to get me through the day #also this took me so long to make???????????#i have no clue why. but pls reblog just for that reason #i feel like there's a whole wave of neo-weebs coming in from bnha and stuff and they must be....guided #oh and yes. jojo is a fucking comedy to me okay #i dont think many people actually take it seriously but if you do please know #i cannot. i fell on the floor laughing trying to explain one scene to my coworker #spring break ideas #too #if u need something to fill the time with #most of these are pretty damn short #my posts

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skywillsometimeswrite · 4 years ago

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No Gift Exchange Needed

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The Reds and Blues have been invited to a holiday party on Chorus, and Simmons is nervous but for the conventional reasons.

The holidays never struck particularly good feelings into Richard Simmons. It usually meant hours of forced social interaction with family members he had done last minute research on the night before and constant pressuring from said relatives about parts of his life he hadn’t even thought about yet. (Needless to say, not much praise was met when he mentioned he was going to go into the military. “If you’re serious about that, it probably wouldn’t hurt for you to eat an extra serving of turkey. You’ll need some meat on those bones.” ) He quickly realized the first Christmas after he joined the military that the holidays would probably never be the same. Just the idea that he may have had the last winter with his parents was enough to send a spike of anxiety through his brain and reaching for the nearest communication device to wish his mom happy holidays. Even though his fears had been confirmed many years later, by the time they were they were less fears and more small interesting observations he had come to realize and accept with very little sadness. He figured it had to do with the fact that his notion of family had drastically changed over time.

But now, of course, the familiar feeling of dread began to pile up in his stomach again as he stared out the window of the transport ship that was beginning its descent to one of the various airports made around Chorus. They were landing in the capital where a large holiday celebration was being held and all the reds and blues had been formally invited to. It had seemed like a good idea at first, a good chance to catch up with the residents of Chorus, maybe get some paperwork done for Kimball. A great vacation from retirement. Now, he was very much regretting the entire thing.

“Dude, chill out. You look like you’re having war flashbacks.”

“Returning to the scene of a gruesome battle will do that to poor youth. Hang in there, Simmons, it gets worse on the ground.”

“Sarge, you are not helping.”

Simmons regretted traveling with the entirety of red team even more. Even if the usual Grif-Sarge arguing was almost comforting. “I’m not having war flashbacks or anything. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Then do you mind not crushing my hand? I swear you’re cutting off the circulation or some shit. You’ve been doing this since we entered Chorus’ star system and I can not feel it anymore.” Grif lifted their interlocked hands into view of the cyborg, causing his non-artificial cheek to flush as he quickly let go of the other’s hand and letting him shake it as he tried to get blood flowing back normally through the limb. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Definitely. It just kind of feels like when I used to go to those big obligatory family gatherings, you know? Everyone gets kind of nervous right before those, right?”

“Aw! Well, we did get pretty intimate with the people of Chorus when we grouped up to firmly pound those space pirates’ behinds. It only makes sense you would consider them family. They hold us to a pretty high standard.”

Simmons let out the faintest of groans as he sunk in his seat, imploring to stare out the window again as they were cleared for landing and the ground seemed to get suffocatingly closer.

“Alrighty, Donut, Sarge, stay here because at this rate you will send him into a panic attack.”

“No sería la primera vez. (Wouldn’t be the first time.) ”

“Can it, tin can.” Grif glared at the, for once, intact robot in the corner as he helped Simmons stand up and guided him outside of the room into the bathroom at the back of the ship where he shut and locked the door. He crossed his arms, standing firmly but his eyes betrayed any hint of anger or annoyance for concern. “You said you were going to be able to handle this.”

“I can! It’s just the initial panic setting in. Once we’re here for a few hours I’ll be calm again in no time.” He was pretty sure some alcohol would help, too. “It’s a good type of anxiety this time, I promise. Nothing like last year with my father.” He caught Grif’s glance drift towards the mirror hanging on the wall, noting how the heavier-set man shifted his weight to block any path to it from Simmons. A pang of guilt washed over Simmons as he wrung his wrists. “I promise.”

With a heavy sigh, Grif’s shoulders fell from their apparently tense position. “Alright. But at the first sign of panic I’ll have us on the first ship out of here.”

There was no use arguing with Grif on these types of matters. All of red team had figured that out pretty quickly when they had settled back on Earth for retirement. Now that we, in his words, could control our own lives for once, he was dead set on making sure we lived them safe and adventure-free. For the most part, anyway. There were no rules against midnight joy rides.

“Grif, I’m not a child. I don’t need you holding my hand through every social interaction.”

“Says the guy that was literally about to make my hand fall off. I expected this entire trip to be almost entirely touch-free considering the company but you completely threw that out the window within the first few hours.” Grif shrugged, watching with a knowing smile as his boyfriend’s face grew a bright red.

“W-Well, we have been dating for quite some time now. I don’t see why you think I would be so shy with affection anymore.” Grif seemed unconvinced by Simmons’ meek attempts at an argument but before he could continue a voice crackled on over the ship’s intercom.

“We have been cleared to deplane all passengers into the capital. Have a nice stay, sirs. Happy holidays.”

“Come on, we don’t want Donut to start any rumors about us being locked in a bathroom for the entirety of the trip.” Grif placed a small kiss on Simmons’ flesh cheek before unlocking the door and leading the other man out to where they weren’t paid much mind as they all focused on getting off the ship and entering the bustling city just waiting for them.

---

Simmons would admit that, unlike his family gatherings when he was younger, this holiday party was arguably the most fun he’s had while as stressed as he was. Although, he could feel the alcohol slowly tearing away that wall of stress as the night went on and his glass got refilled and replacing it with a relaxing calm. Even so, he did not plan on getting drunk tonight and even set Donut on the mission to make sure Grif didn’t either. He knew how much he could get carried away with alcohol when left unsupervised. Especially around Tucker. He had heard many stories of late drunk nights amidst the chaos of the Chorus Civil War when the two of them had been the closest they had probably ever gotten. And those stories explained quite a few grumpier-than-usual-Grif mornings he had experienced during those months.

Holding his first drink of water all night, Simmons stepped out onto one of the many balconies the capital building had, taking a deep breath as the overwhelming noise became muffled behind him when the door clicked shut. The crisp night air felt nice on his remaining skin, refreshing almost.

“I probably should have figured you would be ducking out on the festivities.”

The voice made him jump, water sloshing out of his cup and landing on the concrete below him as his head whipped over to look at the source. His panic subsided when he saw the red hair, practically glowing green eyes, and sparkling teal dress.

“Carolina! What are… What are you doing out here?”

She shrugged, walking over to him and leaning against the railing next to him. “Just had to step away for a bit. I thought I had gotten used to the Tucker and Caboose’s nonsense but I forgot it amplified by ten when you guys were in the picture.”

Simmons chuckled a bit, sinking into the collar of his shirt. One of the first things Sarge had done when he spotted the two blues was that they had arrived early only to plot against them. Tucker argued for a few minutes trying to explain to him that both of their shuttles arrived at the exact same time but we had just taken way too long while Sarge interrogated the pilot. He had a point, but it added more fuel to the fire. Kimball had offered to send a larger transport ship to pick them all up but Simmons was grateful they opted to go separately. Tucker would have undoubtedly teased Grif and him the entire way there.

While the two teams weren’t completely split up they lived in two separate towns a few miles apart in the broken states of what remained of America on Earth. While the blues shared a house, Grif and Simmons had moved in together in a small two bedroom house with Sarge, Donut, and Lopez as their surrounding neighbors. They still all got together on a biweekly basis to catch up and have their movie nights, but they had more or less moved on with their lives.

“Yeah, brings back memories though, doesn’t it?” He attempted to lean against the railing like she was, his composure far less cool than hers.

“Yeah,” she sighed, her face briefly betraying her more somber emotions before it settled back into its soft stoic state once again. “So, how have you been? Everything good on the dating front with Grif?”

He suddenly felt a lot less relaxed, his mind slamming him back into the present and he lost her gaze to stare into the remaining water in the cup. Leave it to Carolina to make him unintentionally nervous. “Uh, yeah. It’s been about two years now. I think it’s been going well?” He really fucking hoped it was.

Dexter Grif had changed a lot over the time that Simmons first met him in basics. He was a lot more compassionate and caring, although if he thought hard enough he could say he had always been like that. He was more active and less dismissing of issues, and he was more proactive than Simmons could ever remember him being. He even cleaned up around the house sometimes! Grif was an open book by now with his emotions and thoughts -- even if he didn’t mean to be half the time -- so Simmons shouldn’t really question how their relationship was going. But Simmons’ hadn’t changed as much as Grif had, it seemed. Sure he was a hell of a lot more confident than he used to be, but you couldn’t take his anxiety away and still call him Richard “Dick” Simmons.

“That’s good.” There was a lull before she spoke again, “Hey, are you okay? You seem… paler than usual.”

Whatever color his skin had been presenting was overwhelmed with a pink color at the comment. “Of course! I’m fine! Psh, why wouldn’t I be? I’m not nervous or anything.”

“So you’re nervous?”

“I just said I wasn’t nervous!” He looked at her unconvinced face and quickly sunk down into his shirt once again. “Maybe a little.”

“What could you possibly be nervous about? I don’t think there was any gift exchange planned.”

He managed a little chuckle from that. He had brought a gift. He just didn’t know how it was going to be received. A wire seemed to connect in his metal head and he stood up, gripping his cup tightly as he spoke. “Do you think you could help me with something?”

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Grif was not as drunk as he wanted to be right now.

Grif wanted to regret tomorrow morning and just snuggle with Simmons while he told him this would happen and read his books or did paperwork or whatever he did when Grif got massive hangovers.

Grif was very annoyed that he wasn’t as drunk as he should have been three hours into a party with free drinks at the bar for war heroes and Tucker edging him on.

He was even more annoyed with the reason why he wasn’t as drunk as he should’ve been.

Or whom.

Donut was draped across Grif’s shoulders, absolutely wasted (as Grif should be), after his fifth fruity drink of the night. And every time Grif tried to order any sort of beverage -- alcoholic or not -- Donut told the bartender to forget it or he chugged the drink himself. Needless to say, he was absolutely parched right now. It didn’t help that both his sister and Tucker were groping each other, drunk off their asses right next to him. Where the hell was Simmons when he needed him?

“Dexter Grif!”

The shout made everyone at the bar jump as they looked back to see a seemingly furious Carolina marching towards them. This can’t be good. Grif thought as Donut was shoved off his back into some poor stranger’s lap and the back of Grif’s suit jacket was tugged violently. He was dragged off the stool and sent backpedaling as he was pulled away. At least it gets me away from Donut.

“Carolina, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked, mildly annoyed, as he struggled not to be choked by his own shirt. What could he have possibly done to render this kind of manhandling at a holiday party?

“Whoa, hey, I said to get him over here not kill him in the process!” Grif recognized Simmons’ voice as Carolina swung him to be face to face with his boyfriend. He looked back to see her smug face as she gave them a thumbs up and a wink.

“What the fuck is going on?” He asked as he turned back to face Simmons who went from concern to sheepish. “Simmons? What happened? Are you okay?” Suddenly his own plights were forgotten as a million different scenarios popped into his head, minuscule to earth-shattering, that might have happened in the hours he was away from his side.

“N-nothing's happened. Not yet at least.”

“Simmons-” As soon as Grif opened his mouth Simmons looked up, making eye contact for the first time and causing him to lose his words. The look on his face transported Grif to all those times years ago when there was no promise they would make it back, and they always did.

The look that inexplicably said: You’re here with me.

“Grif, I-I wanted to ask you something. I know you aren’t one for tradition or sap or anything but-” He fumbled with something in his hands before he cracked the smallest of smiles. Grif felt he was watching in slow motion as his boyfriend knelt down in front of him.

“Simmons, what are you doing?” He whispered more to himself as he couldn’t help but glance around him, noticing the crowd that had formed.

“Dexter Grif, uh, I know this is sudden and I probably should have thought this through more but, uh,” he revealed what was in his hands, a maroon velvet box now perched in his palm as he opened it, revealing the ring pop inside. “Will you explore the greatest of life’s mysteries with me?”

Grif stood there for a long moment, his face unreadable, while the entire surrounding area was dead silent. Then his face cracked into a grin, a snort escaping that grew into full-on laughter. He bent down to take Simmons’ face in his hands, his own wearing a warm smile. “You are the cheesiest fucking dork.”

“So?”

“Of course I will, you nerd. But we both know that ring isn’t going to last very long.”

Cheering was met when they kissed, along with Sarge’s disapproving grumbles and Tucker’s distant “Get a room!”. Maybe it was good Grif wasn’t drunk, who knows what he would have said. Besides, who needs alcohol when love can do the same thing?

#sky writes #works: no gift exchange needed #red vs blue #grimmons #fluff #richard simmons #rvb #simmons #dexter grif #grif

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kieraswriting · 5 years ago

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Easily Broken Chapter One

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“So when can I meet all your friends, babes?”

Remy watched as Roman shuffled awkwardly. “Well, maybe… no, they’d be busy then… um,”

“Roman.” Remy let a slow smile cross his face. “Roman Prince, my gorgeous and very smart human, who definitely knows better than to lie to his friends about who he is, especially for such a long time… that’s exactly what you did, isn’t it?”

Roman hung his head. “Maaaaybe…”

Remy leaned forward, letting his smile turn into a smirk. “So let me get this straight, babe,”

Roman chuckled.

“There’s five people that know you, and are blissfully unaware of my blessed existence.”

Suddenly a look of horror crossed Roman’s face.

“I believe we had a deal in place for this sort of situation?” Remy sipped his coffee loudly.

“No!” Roman was aghast. “Don’t do it! I’ll buy you coffee every day for a straight year!”

“No way, gurl, I’ve been waiting too long for this.”

“Listen, Remy, please don’t!”

Remy thought about it, Roman deserved at least that. “I’ll compromise. You give me thirty coffees, at my choice of time, in addition to the usuals, and tell me the cover story you have going, and I’ll go easy on you.”

Roman got on his knees and clasped his hands. “Remyyyyyy, please!”

“Gurl, begging a hybrid? What would daddio say?”

“At least don’t bring him into this. Please.”

Remy had never intended to let Roman’s father catch wind of this, but this was prime blackmail right here. “You’ll owe me a favor.”

“It’s a deal.”

Remy smiled evilly. “I’ll need to borrow your phone to call Joan. I don’t think I’ll be going in to the shelter for a while.”

••^*^••

Logan stared out at the blurred view of the city.

Thomas had let him watch while they looked up what it would cost to get him an eye exam, and it seemed that, since he had never had one before, and especially since he was a hybrid, it would cost between three and four hundred dollars.

Thomas and Patton were not rich. Kind, and extremely generous, but not rich. And they had already both spent a fair amount of money on clothes and bedding for the two hybrids, not to mention the continual cost of food.

Patton had wanted to use credit cards and get it done immediately, but Logan had insisted that he didn’t want them to go into debt for him. In the end, they had decided to wait a month, and save up money to take him then.

“I guess it’s true that hybrids are pets for the rich,” Logan mumbled.

There was a strange thump sound, muffled more than Logan thought it would be if it came from within the house. He went to check on Virgil, but he was still asleep in bed. Patton was also asleep, and while Logan didn’t want to open Thomas’s door without asking, there weren’t any sounds coming from inside.

Logan looked around in the kitchen and bathroom. Perhaps… a towel may have fallen? But he could not find what had made the noise. And since he had been looking at the balcony at the time he heard it, that only left the front door.

He got out the step stool and set it in front of the door so he could see out the peephole. But he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

He got down and went back to the living room. Once one of the humans was awake, he’d inform them of the noise.

••^*^••

“This—is not what I was expecting.”

“I know! That’s what I said the first time too! But I swear I’ve seen two hybrids in there.”

“Well, if nothing else, at least it isn’t likely to have alarms.”

“The biggest problem is I think one of them works from home, so we’ll have to wait until they both leave.”

“We don’t have to.”

“No. We’re waiting. It wouldn’t pay enough if things went south.”

The woman leaned back in her seat. “If I’m gonna wait in front of this poor ass looking apartment for the next week, you’re gonna owe me more than one box of donuts.”

The other woman grinned. “It’s a deal.”

“And you’d better find somewhere else for me to go as soon as I’ve got these ones.”

The younger woman held up her hands. “Of course, of course. I wouldn’t waste your time like that.”

••^*^••

Patton was working on making breakfast when there was a knock at the door.

“Oh!” Logan suddenly said. “I had meant to tell you about a strange noise out there earlier. It may be a package.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything…” Patton said, wiping his hands off on his apron.

He opened the door, and was surprised by a man in a business suit standing there.

“Hello? Can I help you?”

The man held out a box, which was taped shut, and had a large red label on it. Fragile. “I was asked to deliver this to you.”

“Oh. Um, thank you, but I’m not sure you have the right house.”

“You are Patton Hart, correct?”

“Well, yes, but I’m not expecting—“

The man interrupted. “I have many more things to do today, so if you will accept the package, I can get on with them.”

“Ok, um, thank you then.” Patton accepted the box. It was not very large, but certainly not small.

He brought it into the kitchen.

“What is it?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know yet. And I really don’t know how he knew my name.”

Suddenly the box moved. Patton and Logan both jumped back.

“There’s something alive in there!” Patton said, not sure whether to be more worried about what it could be, or worried for whatever the thing was.

Patton scratched at the edge of the tape and pulled it off, unwilling to use a knife when he might cut the thing on accident. Finally he opened the box. Inside was a small cage, and a hybrid sitting inside, hunched over to fit.

“Ohhh, you poor thing! I’ll get you out.” Patton lifted the cage out and searched for the door. It took him a minute to realize that the entire top of the cage unlatched and came off. He reached in and picked up the hybrid, who didn’t seem to mind at all.

The hybrid was a cat hybrid, darker like Virgil, and had on a matching outfit, some kind of… biker gang outfit maybe? And sunglasses that he showed no intention of taking off.

Patton had only held him for a few seconds before the hybrid crossed his arms. “What, are you expecting me to do a trick? Sit up and beg?”

“What? No.” Patton set him down on the counter.

The hybrid frowned up at Patton. “So why am I here?”

“I don’t know! I never… asked for you or anything!”

“So you don’t want me?”

“Well no, I mean yes, I mean… I don’t know. You’ve only just gotten here.”

Logan pulled himself the last of the way up onto the counter. He took a few seconds to catch his breath.

“Who are you, anyway?”

“The name’s Remy. Who are you? Anyway~” he said, drawling out the anyway in a mocking tone.

“My name is Logan. Are you really uninformed as to why you’ve been brought here?”

Remy shrugged. “So are you two the only ones here?”

“No, there are other people here,” Patton said, his voice conveying all his confusion. “But— I still have no idea what’s going on.”

Suddenly, Remy jumped off the counter.

Patton only barely caught him midair. “What was that?!”

Remy grimaced, and his ears flattened to his head. “Ow! Listen, Pattycake, you can’t just yell in a hybrid’s ear like that. It hurts.” He covered his ear with his hands and fixed Patton with an expression that was only partly upset, mostly pouting and sass.

“Well you can’t just jump off the counter!” Patton protested, but he did make sure to lower his voice.

“Maybe that one can’t,” Remy said, squirming to get down. “But I can handle myself.”

Patton let go, and Remy dropped to the ground, easily landing on his feet.

“So what’s going on out here?” Thomas asked, walking into the kitchen with Virgil in his arms.

Patton was surprised that Virgil was consenting to be held.

“We have a… guest.” Logan said.

“A guest? Gurl, I live here now.”

Patton put his face into his hands. “We’ll figure something out.”

••^*^••

By the time Virgil woke up the next morning, Remy was gone. Which he didn’t mind. But Patton certainly did.

“But where could he have gone?!” Patton said, already in tears. “What if he gets hurt? What if he left because I was too hard on him? I know I did yell at him a few times, but I never thought he’d run away!”

Virgil carefully placed a hand on Patton’s knee, and then his other hand, trying to offer comfort.

“I just don’t understand anything!”

Patton suddenly grabbed Virgil, and Virgil let out a surprised squeak. Patton held Virgil tight to his chest. Virgil wiggled until he was in a slightly more comfortable position, but then he stopped and let Patton use him as a teddy bear. He was surprisingly comfortable, for a human.

It was a while before Patton lessened his grip slightly, no longer almost crushing Virgil against himself. He rubbed a hand along Virgil’s back and in his hair, and Virgil purred, hoping it would make Patton feel better.

••^*^••

“Love your friends, gurl,” Remy said, startling Roman.

“Remy! When did you get here?”

“Sometime this morning. But seriously, I approve. Barely had to teach them anything.”

“And…” Roman said hopefully.

“Oh no, I’m still gonna do it.” Remy grinned.

Roman wilted. “Oh, come on! If even you approve, then do we really have to?”

“Yep!” Remy said, popping the p.

••^*^••

It was three days before Remy got back. Thomas answered the door and there was Remy, still looking exactly as he had before he left.

“Heya, babes,” Remy said, drinking something out of a Starbucks cup that was so big compared to him that he had to hold it with both hands. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Where were you?” Thomas said.

“Out.”

“This long?”

“There was a concert downtown.”

“It’s been three days! And you’re a hybrid!”

“Nah, you know what, I may just go,”

“Where?!”

“Out.”

“And when will you be back then? Patton’s been worried sick!”

Remy shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“No, you’re staying. And apologizing to Patton.”

Thomas tried to grab Remy, but he dodged, thankfully further into the house, where Thomas could shut the door and keep him in.

“Gurl, it isn’t my fault Pattycake got attached.”

“Remy!” Patton’s voice came from the back room, and soon Remy was being squished against Patton.

“Lemme go!” Remy protested. “Ruining my whole look.”

Shortly after Patton did let him go. Remy picked his drink up from where he had dropped it.

“So, what’re you all dolled up for?”

“There’s a movie we’re going to watch,” Thomas said.

“Ooh, what is it?”

“The theater doesn’t allow hybrids. You know, Thomas, maybe we ought to stay, he only just got back.” Patton said.

“Oh, nah. Don’t wait up for me, babe, I’ll be leaving soon anyway.”

Thomas frowned. “What did you come back for then?”

Remy put a hand to his chest and gave an exaggerated offended face to the two of them. “Is this not my home anymore? You’re kicking me out?”

“No!” Patton insisted. “We’d just rather you stay.”

Remy rolled his eyes hard enough to be seen even with the sunglasses. “I’ll stay until you leave at least. Where’s Virge?”

Without waiting for an answer, Remy started walking towards the bedrooms.

••^*^••

“Have fun, babes,” Remy yelled after Patton and Thomas as they left.

Barely was the door shut before he spun around to face Virgil and Logan. “Welp, guess it’s my turn. See you when I see you.”

“You can’t be serious,” Logan deadpanned.

But Remy was already leaving.

••^*^••

It was time.

The woman pulled her hood up to partially cover her face. Then she climbed the stairs up to the apartment. She tried the handle cautiously, not wanting to let it make any noise. It didn’t turn, of course.

She went to the side of the building and carefully climbed up to the second floor balcony. The door there opened easily enough. No one expected someone to break in from the balcony.

The hybrids weren’t in the living room. She smiled. All the easier. It couldn’t have been planned better. She pulled out the bottle, pouring the liquid onto a cloth, and crept back to the bedroom. There were two bedrooms, but from one, she heard faint music. She darted inside and closed the door behind her.

Honestly, it was too easy to shove the cloth over the face of the first, and the second just gasped at her, and then took in a deep breath. Before it could scream, or bite, or whatever it was planning to do, she shoved the cloth in its face as well.

Soon, she was driving away, two hybrids securely in cages in the backseat.

#roman sanders #remy #virgil sanders #logan sanders #character!thomas #patton sanders #platonic analogical #Trust

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geekkatsblog · 5 years ago

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Another useless Grey's anatomy episode review but this time it's about 16×10

The episode on a whole was cool, and I did peep at Station 19 before, because I hate being lost, but then I skipped over most of it, because some how or the other, Station 19 doesn't appeal to me. Grey's had this Magical feel to it especially in the first few seasons that kept me coming back and with Station 19 it just isn't there. Besides the scenes with Ben and Bailey. Which sucks because most of their scenes are now on Station 19 😤😤😤.

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Jo and A̶L̶E̶X̶

I was really concerned about Jo leaving the show as well. But it seems like Alex is just going to stay in Iowa for now, until they probably decide to kill him off (they can only use the sick mom excuse for so long.) But for now I'm going to enjoy happy Jo.

I was so concerned when she stole the baby because the last time someone stole a baby, it was hell (Mer). Jo was so adorable with the baby all night long, but as cute as she was, it seems like I was one of the only people who didn't want her to adopt the baby. With Alex not there and not coming back she was just going to end up raising him by herself especially if they do end up killing off Alex that would just be torture for my poor girl, so I was glad when someone came for the fire station baby.

Jo also gave us some insite to Irish doctor's background (Mcwidow, Mcwinow???), He has 2 teenage boys. I already like him. I don't know how I feel about him for Meredith yet. But as just a character I like him. However I resent him just a little for being Karev's replacement, but that isn't his fault🤷🏾‍♀️.

He seems to be hated by all of the fans so far but didn't we all hate Mcsteamy and Addison when they first came?

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The Residents

Just going to lump them into one group because I really don't know them too well, which means I shouldn't try to go into too much detail without knowing about them.

Nico and Schmidt continue to be adorable as always. For a little while I thought they were going to kill one of them but it was all fine. And did glasses really faint in another OR? 🤦🏾‍♀️ I'm afraid of going solo. I love the little scene with Schmidt and Mer where he's apologizing and she tells him, she forgives him. That was sweet (and don't worry Schmidt, shes forgiven people for a lot worse.)

Helm, had a rough night, chest cracked and everything (rejected by her crush). I kinda saw her confession to Meredith coming and I'm kinda glad that they got that out of the way, because now she can move on to people that will be able to love her back, let's face it Meredith was not going to be that person. She is undoubtedly into men, hence the comment in the earlier seasons 'we screw boys like whores on tequila.' In the end Helm pulled through, thanks mainly to Dr Webber and her and Schmidt made up, thank God because that boy couldn't take her rejection at that point, he already had the broken heart syndrome.

Parker I definitely don't know well, I honestly thought he had been one that was fired among the many, but I guess I was wrong. I only know that he's transgender I think, and he can hack like a CIA agent. He has PTSD same as Owen and apparently Teddy. But Teddy and Amelia were able to treat him. That's all that happened really on last nights episode with him. I feel like he was just there to make Amelia and Teddy spend time together honestly.

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Amelia and Link

In the name of the lord, dont give Owen another child or make him start yet another love triangle he's had enough and ruined enough.

Amelia should have gone with her idea and dragged Link to dinner because if they had left 5 minutes earlier they could have skipped the proposal that made her lose her nerves.

Next week's trailer shows her telling him and I hope there isn't too big of a time jump because the longer she waits to tell him the angrier hes going to to be especially with something like this. I understand not telling Owen after the moments and talks her and Teddy shared but she needs to tell Link, I don't want them to break up 😭😭😭😭.

And how cute is Link and his excitement to be a dad? I hope they don't crush him by making Owen the father or worse break him and Amelia up because they want to create yet another Owen and Teddy love triangle.

I'm living for that Link and Jo content he's like her older brother and I loved the moment with him, Jo and the fire station baby. He's going to be a great dad. I hope he can have a family with Amelia.

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Teddy and Owen

Now let's give Teddy a round of applause for all of the s**t shes been through with Owen and still comes back. He brought her to the hospital as a gift for his girlfriend, and she clearly thought he brought her there because he liked her. Then he got jealous when she tried to move on. Played around with her by pretending to be unsure between her and Cristina, tried to get her fired. Then she left and he married Cristina and that failed, then he married Amelia. When Amelia didn't work out he went to Teddy only because Amelia told him to, so she finally stood up for herself only to find be suckerpunched and find out she's pregnant move all the way back to Seattle, finally gets to be with him he proposes and now is going to be thrown into another hot mess 😪.

Owen's proposal as much as it wasn't out of 'obligation' it was out of something else. He married her because he was afraid Koracick was going to snatch her away after he learnt Koracick wasn't the douche he thought he was and instead of talking to Teddy about it he dropped on one knee 🤦🏾‍♀️, oh boy. And to top it all off after Amelia drops her bomb Teddy might very well end up with the very man he married her for. I just want Teddy to finally be happy.

I can smell an Owen love triangle coming, I just can't tell if it's with Koracick or Amelia.

This is why I needed Henry to live. Then there wouldn't be this mess. 😭😭😭😭

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Ben and Bailey

😭😭😭😭😭 They killed me the whole night, from Ben trying to help out in the hospital to keep an eye on her, to him asking Richard to take over the task in the OR. (If you can't love me like Ben Warren. Don't talk to me.)

Richard: "Are you ok?"

Ben: "No, but Miranda comes first."

Me: 💘💘💘💘💔💔💔💀☠

They're both hurting so much and just working through the pain.

Ben blaming himself is so sad and although Bailey was the one carrying the baby, I feel like Ben ins't getting a chance to release his pain as well. He was so excited and then he just lost it all, and his wife won't talk to him about it, then he thinks its his fault. Bailey may have assured him it wasn't but that's not enough to take away those doubts. Someone please just give him a hug.

Bailey needs a therapist because she needs to talk to someone and understandably so She's been there from the beginning. Floods, shootings, bus crashes etc. Everyone around her is dying and it's scary. She needs to talk.

I can't even express how happy I was to see Bailey and Webber together again. I was afraid that they would have never reconciled after the whole Minnick and then her firing him thing. I loved every moment of them together onscreen together and through it all he was there for her even now when they're working at different hospitals. It was perfect, her breaking down in his arms (although she needs one of those with Ben as well.) The scene in the end when Meredith brought donuts and tissues and the three Ogs sat on the couch I almost cried because they're the only ones left and it was almost surreal seeing them there.

BUT as satisfying as it was to see that, I know Richard heard that Maggie quit. Gossip travels too fast at Grey Sloan, you mean he never even checked on her. No phone call, text, visit nothing? He better show up there next episode. It's his family causing the mess. Hopefully he can help solve it when he hears she's being sued. The last thing we need is Maggie being depressed for a long time 😖 (don't get me wrong, I don't mind her character but hurt Maggie eventually becomes annoying Maggie.)

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Meredith

Meredith had no main storyline this episode, besides handing out forgiveness and attempting to start a conversation with the Dr Irish, who basically ignored the attempt and walked off 🤔. Are we sure Cristina meant to send him? I'm very curious to hear how he knows Cristina and why she sent him for Meredith.

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Deluca

Is having regrets, probably because he knows another stupid Mer love triangle is coming.

I'm not sure I even ship him and Meredith. But I'm gonna need them to pick a guy for her or leave her alone. Having her bounce from relationship to relationship isn't as cute as it used to be.

Plus I may be wrong, but there has to be a point why he was there when Maggie was served. Are they going to start spending time together🤔?

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Richard

No plot, just there for Bailey. His is coming soon though. I'm glad it didn't start tonight, we had enough drama last night without Catherine's eccentric ones, looking forward for it to come though.

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Maggie

Not seen until the end when she got served with papers from her own blood. Geeze that guy was an ass. He hated her from the beginning. That was one time I wished Richard hadn't backed her up because, her cousin and her dad didn't want Maggie to do the surgery, but eventually let her because she was the best and Richard backed her up.

Why is he acting like that anyway? Wasn't the whole point of Maggie doing the surgery, was because it was risky and already had a low success rate??? I understand it hurts but suing Maggie isn't going to solve it. It was already a tricky surgery.

But I guess it gives Maggie a story line so🤷🏾‍♀️.

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Jackson

...................... Is there, I guess, throwing shade, dating a fire fighter and carrying on the work and teachings of Mark Sloan.

Him telling Karacick that he should bring a camera crew to film his surgery and burning Owen by telling him he marries everyone was golden.

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But after everything I have 2 questions.

Who were the random people that were suddenly working in the hospital?

(the woman in surgery with Owen and Jackson, who didn't know Teddy and Owen were dating looks familiar. But Idk.)

Next Question what hell was the point of Pac North?

(Now that Alex is gone is that going to disappear to Iowa as well?)Color me confused.

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years ago

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How To Troll A Sorcerer

"I swear! He'll do it!" Peter exclaims.

"What about his hands?" Ned asks.

"He uses his arms."

"I kind of feel sorry for Dr. Strange. He has to deal with yours and Stark's crap." MJ says as they ride the elevator up to the family floor.

Peter rolls his eyes and the elevator opens to reveal Tibbs sitting in front of the doors, and he mews at the teen. "Hey buddy!" The teen picks up the kitten and carries him into the living room with his friends close behind.

The trio sit and set up their homework on the coffee table and Tibbs curls up next to Peter when the vigilante releases him. His friends were only there for a couple of hours to work on a project for school, and after they left, Stephen would be taking Peter to the hospital to properly meet Christine. She had been hounding the sorcerer since the teen's close call with appendicitis, and the man finally caved when Peter said he didn't mind. He didn't mind the hospital when he or a loved one wasn't a patient.

"I'll call you back Pepper. My tower has been infiltrated by teenagers." Peter hears Tony say as the man walks out of his office and into the living room. He hangs up his phone before pocketing it and looks over Ned's shoulder at their group project. "Biology? How do you have a group project in that?"

"We don't even know. We're just getting it done." Peter answers with a sigh.

"If you guys need help for some reason, don't ask me. That's more Mom's or Bruce's area of expertise. Hungry?" Tony raises his eyebrows and sticks his tongue out in disgust after taking a sip of cold coffee.

"Starving." Peter confirms.

"I could eat." MJ says.

Ned only nods and Tony turns to walk away. "FRIDAY, order their usual and start some coffee."

Tony disappears around the corner into the kitchen, and the teenagers return their attention to their homework. A half hour passes when both FRIDAY announces the arrival of their pizza, and Tibbs wakes up from his nap to jump onto the coffee table and meow loudly. It was the kitten's way of demanding Peter take a break and give him attention.

Before the teen could get up to go downstairs and get their food, Pepper steps out of the elevator with a couple of boxes balanced in one hand and some papers in the other. Peter takes the pizza from her with a thank you and barely steps out of the way when he turns and finds MJ charging over to Tony's CEO.

"Miss Potts? If you're not too busy, can I ask you some questions?" Michelle asks.

Pepper smiles. "Sure! I have an hour to spare. Let me give these to Tony and then I'll be all yours!"

Pepper steps into the kitchen where she promptly drops a stack of files in front of Tony, and the man grumbles at the sight. "One of these days, I'm gonna make Stephen sign these."

"He's not stupid Tony. I don't even bring you this stuff as often anymore."

The woman walks back over to MJ and Ned frowns when the girl gathers her things and a couple slices of pizza. "What about our project?"

"We finished half of it in class today. We have time to finish it." MJ responds before following Pepper into the elevator, and Peter shrugs when his best friend turns to look at him.

"She's right. Besides, she's been wanting to talk to Pepper for ages."

"Yeah, okay." Ned relents.

The two finish their homework and their pizza in the next hour and Stephen portals home in the kitchen. Peter grins when the sorcerer walks into the living room and whispers to Ned to take out his phone and record. The boy does as he's asked with a bit of confusion and Peter jumps up and runs toward Stephen whose eyes widen comically.

"Peter! No! I have--" The sorcerer doesn't get the chance to finish because the teen jumps and Stephen is forced to drop the books in his hands to catch his son.

"Hey Mom! Thanks for catching me!" Peter laughs before looking at Ned. "Did you get it?"

"Sending video evidence to MJ." Ned says with a laugh.

Stephen looks at them both with an unimpressed stare. "What's that term kids use these days? Oh yes...Peter you're a troll."

Peter hops out of the doctor's arms with a smile and gathers the fallen books. "But you love me!" He says as he hands the books over and Stephen sighs heavily.

"I do...and you also make my life more interesting." Stephen says with a touch of fond annoyance. "Your father is an entirely different story."

"I heard that!" Tony says from the kitchen.

Five feet away.

Stephen just ignores him.

"Are you finished with your homework cub?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Just finished."

"Peter, your cat is trying to eat pizza." Ned says and the vigilante turns to watch his friend pull Tibbs away from what's left of the pizza.

"Would you like a shortcut home Ned?" Stephen asks and the teen looks at his phone. "Oh, yeah, please? My parents will be expecting me home soon." The sorcerer nods and opens a portal for Ned and he puts his things into his backpack as Peter picks up Tibbs. "See you later Peter. Thanks Dr. Strange!"

Ned disappears through the portal, and Peter rolls his eyes when he catches a bit of fanboying from his friend before the portal closes. He always liked the chances he got to go through them.

Peter grabs the remaining pizza and carries it and his kitten into the kitchen to find Tony sitting at the dining table, looking through the paperwork Pepper had brought him. He sets the box on the table, and Tibbs on his father's shoulder, and the kitten drapes comfortably over it. He definitely found a weird cat.

Tony looks up at his son and gently scratches the kitten's head. "What about your scary girlfriend?"

Stephen's head snaps up from his book. "What girlfriend?!" He demands.

Peter blushes. "She's not my girlfriend! She's probably downstairs somewhere with Pepper."

Tony chuckles. "I'll ask Pep to take her home. You and Mama Bear going to see his friend now?"

"I don't have much of a choice." Stephen replies as he closes the book he's looking at with a thud. "She's being persistant."

"Have fun tesoro." The engineer teases and getting a blush from the younger man as he opens another portal and pulls Peter through it by the back of his shirt.

The teen unfortunately knew that Stephen had a thing with Tony speaking in different languages, because he was the first to notice and encourage his father to try a different language just to confirm it. He kind of regretted it. His parents sex life increased since the discovery and sometimes he knew just by smell whenever he got home. It was embarrassing. He also knew not to eat at the dining table after he was forced to go to Ned's that one afternoon. Although it was kind of gross, it was also kind of funny when Tony admitted to using the table for other carnal activities when the Avengers were in the middle of dinner. Their expressions were priceless. A mix between disgust and a look that told Peter they were expecting it to happen eventually. Even Nat looked offended and she didn't let things like that bother her. She was usually the one to start it in the first place.

Scott though, had a little bit of envy in his eyes. The poor guy was crushing hard and Tony was practically waving Stephen in his face.

The sorcerer's voice soon interrupts Peter's thoughts. "It will only be a quick hello." He says as they walk down the street, toward the hospital. The building coming closer with each step they take.

"Can we go to that bakery afterwards? The one you bought that fruit tart from?" The teen asks with over the top enthusiasm.

Stephen nods. "That can be arranged. Tony has been wanting their donuts for a while now."

Peter grins and as they walk into the hospital, it falters just a bit and the teen moves closer to Stephen. Although hospitals didn't bother him as much when he and everyone he knew was safe, they still made his skin crawl. The smell didn't help much either. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming.

Stephen slows when Peter unconsciously grabs the back of his cardigan but says nothing as they make their way to the nurse's station. The sorcerer clears his throat to pull Christine's attention from a file and she smiles at the sight of Peter.

"Just when I thought I would have to annoy you some more." She holds her hand out to Peter and he takes it, shaking it carefully. "Nice to see you healthy and normal. Nick has been wanting to meet you too."

Stephen groans loudly. "You didn't."

Christine smiles impishly. "Of course I did. A teenager turns Doctor Stephen Strange into a puddle of maternal goo and calls him Mom? I told everyone."

"Peter, we're leaving. Don't bother saying goodbye." Stephen turns on his heel as the teen begins to protest and comes face to face with Nick. "Shit."

The other doctor raises his eyebrows. "Hello to you too Strange." He looks at Peter. "You must be Peter."

"Uh...yes sir." The teen responds lamely.

"Stark's kid. I have to say, when Christine told me a kid softened this asshole's heart, I didn't believe her."

"I'm right here." Stephen says with irritation.

A couple of female nurses join them and instantly fawn over Peter who takes in the attention with wide eyes. "Oh, he's adorable!"

That had Stephen snickering. Peter looked like he wanted to retort with the typical line that he wasn't a child, but he was too polite to do so with strangers. So the boy instead tolerated the attention. He didn't look uncomfortable, and actually opened up when the hospital staff told him stories of Stephen's neurosurgeon days. The sorcerer just sighed to himself when Peter told them his own stories about Stephen on return. He was mostly there to get Peter put if the smells and the company got to be too much and to get Christine to stop pestering him. Although she would probably only want to see him more often now. Peter had that effect on almost everyone he met, they all took a liking to him.

Friendlies of course.

"...and then Mom flicked him toward the kitchen..." Stephen covers his blushing face when Nick looks up at him with a smirk at the maternal term. He was suddenly very glad he didn't work with these people anymore. They would never let him live it down otherwise.

Stephen's salvation came in the form of a demand for Christine and Nick to an operating room over the speakers.

"Maybe Stephen can bring you by again and we can go for lunch." Christine says. "It was nice seeing you Peter."

"Oh! Uh...you too Dr. Palmer!" Peter sputters out as the others say their own goodbyes to both teen and sorcerer, before answering the call to the operating room.

Stephen leads Peter out of the hospital with a light chuckle and then in the direction of the bakery when they hit the sidewalk. The teen was uncharacteristically quiet, occasionally glancing up at the sorcerer and fidgeting, until Stephen eventually stops him outside of the bakery.

"What's on your mind?" He asks gently.

"I-I'm sorry. It all came out like word vomit and I couldn't stop myself. If I made you mad or something, I'm really sorry." His son stammers.

"Cub, if it really bothered me, I would have stopped you. There's nothing to be sorry about." Stephen opens the door and elbows Peter as he walks past. "I can definitely use an entire cheesecake to drown my embarrassment in though."

The teen laughs. "I just want one of those fruit tarts again."

"We'll splurge. A whole cheesecake for me, a whole tart for you, and a dozen donuts for your father."

"We're paying with his money aren't we?"

Stephen scoffs. "Don't be absurd. It's my money too."

"In that case, can we get a chocolate cake for Happy?" Peter asks with a grin.

"We better just buy something for everyone." The doctor replies with his own smile.

They buy their multitudes of cakes and tarts and everything in between, making the owners extremely happy, especially with the generous tip Stephen leaves them, and portal back home. They places their bags on the counter and Tony looks up from his phone to eye their purchase.

"Well that explains the two hundred plus transaction I got on my account." The engineer pours himself another cup of coffee and Tibbs purrs happily from his spot over Tony's shoulder. "There better be donuts in there."

"There were but they looked really good..." Peter trails off and holds up his hands when his father glares at him, and then laughs. "I'm kidding!"

"It was me. I ate them." Stephen says with a straight face.

Tony grumbles under his breath and turns to the cupboards to find a snack while Stephen digs out the untouched box of donuts and places it on the counter. When his husband turns again with a bag of cookies, he stops when he notices the donuts and glares up at Stephen.

"Asshole."

#ironstrange #tony stark #peter parker #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange

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ben-hargreeves-appreciation · 5 years ago

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fallin' for ya part 4

sorry for the wait 🥺 entirely my fault but i will finish this 😤💕 sorry again

~Klaus POV~

After (Y/N) disappeared into her apartment I walked a block down the street to my house. I would say home but it was in no circumstances a home. I got to my fire escape and climbed up, getting into Ben’s room, who was still up, reading a book. He was fixed on The Bet at the moment, by Anton Chekhov. He was reading Frankenstein yesterday meaning he had already finished it. It only took the boy two days which was really something seeing as how every chapter Ben would excitedly, and sometimes exasperatedly ranted about whatever happened in the chapter yet didn't give any spoilers, not that I would be reading Frankenstein anytime soon. Unless it was the picture book version because that was a lot easier to read. Ben looked up and his eyes lit up when they landed on me.

“We have to go to that restaurant more.” That was odd, Ben normally wouldn't request a restaurant and definitely not as soon as possible. He would be kind of shy about it and beat around the bush but when he was really passionate or just in the moment he let it slip out.

“You got the waffles?” Klaus asked. He watched Ben’s facial features, something had to give the boy away, right? Ben’s face got a faint pink glow and he coughed slightly, scratching the back of his head, his head tilted. Right.

“Well, the uh, waitress was interesting too. She was kinda mean but she seemed sweet. But the waffles dude.” He said, attempting to change my attention to the delicious waffles, the blush still present.

“Who was your waitress? And the waffles were good today but when (Y/N) makes them they're real good.” I said, taking one of her sayings and watching him react. He didn't seem to notice, instead folding his book a few times.

“I didn't get her name.” He said honestly, flipping his book so it was showing the title. Aw little Ben has a crush! On my best friend though. But he's my favorite sibling. But then she’d ditch me for him. But I love him. But I love her. I’m getting ahead of myself, they don't even know each other yet. Pros and cons, currently pros outweighing cons.

“Well my best friend is coming over tomorrow so be on your best behavior.” I said, rolling off his bed and going to the closed door.

“Who’s your best friend? Is it the kid who brings you donuts? Do they know about us?” Ben asked. Normally I would give my favorite a response of some sort but I didn't want him to know so I shut the door and went across the hallway to open my door. Ben was lucky he had access to the street down below but that also meant he would be the first (Y/N) would be meeting, nothing wrong with that but sometimes both Ben and (Y/N) were shy. I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling before passing out.

Sunday, your POV

I woke up and groaned. I was so tired but my inside clock decided I just had to be up. I didn't even have work today and I knew once I was up I would not be able to go back to sleep so I decided to go find Klaus earlier than normal. The poor boy was sort of an insomniac, mainly because he had vivid nightmares he didn't normally tell me about. As soon as I finished brushing my teeth I opened my closet to see Klaus searching my clothes. I normally would have kicked him or at least swiped a punch in his direction but I had a feeling he would be here in the morning so I didn't bother.

“You have no clothes!” He said rather emotionally which made me roll my eyes. He was in a closet that had a few good options.

“You have most of my clothes at your house so I don't know what you mean. Plus I have a few good options.” I said, folding my arms and glaring at him as he threw my clothes around. He tossed some skirts my way and ended up hitting me in the face with a sweater.

“This will do, go put it on. I won't peak.” I huffed and picked up the dark (F/C) high waisted skirt and the lighter colored sweater that went really well together and silently cursed him for being so good at picking clothes. I went into the bathroom down the hall and changed, glaring at how nice I looked in his stupid outfit. I walked back in and he clapped before throwing black thigh high socks at me. I rolled my eyes and slipped those on before passing him and pulling a (prefered color) and black flannel out of my closet, throwing it on over.

“You just ruined it.” He complained in a whiny voice.

“It's cold though.” I said with a shrug, walking over to the window and opening it easily. I knew all the lights were off and seeing as I had my wallet in my pocket I was chilling. I climbed out and Klaus grumbled behind me, going on about how I had ruined his amazing outfit. I ignored him and when my feet touched the ground I turned and put my arms out to help him down and he was about to accept since he always did until he realized he was mad at me. He hopped down and let out a little grunt as he stumbled. I steadied him and he forgot he was mad at me again, wrapping his arms around me and starting to drag me to his home. We walked for a good while, Klaus pulling me into Griddy's after the twenty minute walk.

“If this is your house I have a few things to say. One, why do you have me bring you donuts if you live here. Two you can always live with me.” I said easily, opening the door for him.

“So mean, I just want to treat you to a donut.” He said, pulling out some crumbled dollar bills. Agnes came out and Klaus quickly ordered two donuts but if I was being honest I didn't want one, I had had a lot of donuts lately and it was making me think of Five who was sort of getting on my nerves. Not in a bad way but thinking about him made me realize he was a little shit. I accepted Klaus’s sugar donut and followed him out the door.

“After you finish your donut I have to blindfold you because my house is a surprise.” We got to the park and I had finished the donut making him take off his fashionable scarf and tie it around my eyes so I couldn't see. He spun me a few times walked forward spun me a few more times then we started up again.

“So, anything I need to know or is this just a house tour?” I asked, holding onto Klaus for much needed support.

“The only one of my siblings you’ll be seeing today will probably be Ben. The best one.” Klaus said happily, dragging me around what I think is the park.

“That's cool, are we there yet?” I asked smelling the dirt and iron that came in alleyways.

“Yep! Mi casa es su casa! Welcome to the Klaus household!” He didn't let me take the scarf off and instead helped me up the iron ladder that reminded me of how I got to my room. He pushed me through the window and I yelped as I landed on a rather soft bed, someone in the room grunting. The makeshifts blindfold was taken off my face and I was met with a rather cute asian boy under my legs.

“Sorry to drop in on ya.” I said with a smirk, hoping he had a sense of humor.

“Are you Klaus's friend?” He asked, his face quickly going red. He was familiar.

“Yes she is and she needs to move.” Klaus said, popping up and kicking me out of the bed and onto the cold hard floor.

“So mean, Klaus.” I complained from the ground, admiring the room I was in. It was simple with a bookshelf being the main attraction. Everything was neat and I felt overdressed as fuck seeing as the boy was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, Klaus in his normal weird but stylish get up.

“Klaus, come on.” The boy said, dragging my bestie out the door and into the hallway, both stepping over me. I didn't mind it and instead went to look at the bookshelf. All of the books were interesting so I grabbed one that he was reading it seemed- The Bet by Anton Chekhov- and fell back onto his bed so I could read. I heard they were talking about me but nothing in my body made me eager to find out why. When I got to the fifth page the door opened and Klaus was there grinning, the boy behind him with his face still bright red.

“It’s nice meet you, my name Ben.” Ben muttered, his arms crossed and looking not at me. Broken english because of nerves I’m guessing- nothing a little humor can't fix.

“The pleasure is all mine.” I said with a grin, shutting the book and holding my hand out for a handshake. He shifted his weight a few times very quickly before uncrossing his arms and shaking my hand which made me light up. Klaus frowned and dragging me into what I assumed was Klaus’s room I couldn't process anything I was dragged so quickly.

“Welcome to my room, make yourself at home.” He said, falling onto his bed. I leaned against his desk as I took the room in, it was also simple but he had drawings all over his wall.

“I like it.” I said easily, looking around and seeing out of the corner of my eye from the small crack in the door that multiple eyes were watching us. I caught his attention and glanced over to the door which Klaus understood easily.

“My siblings aren't home so lets get to hanging out.” He said with a wink, pulling me onto the bed. I let myself be pulled and we landed on the mattress harshly. He started to make kissing noises and pulling out some lipstick we drew lipstick on each others lips. The door slammed open and four bodies tumbled to the floor.

“(Y/N) meet my siblings. The ones on the floor are Luther, Diego, Alison, and of course Ben- who you met. Vanya and Five are by the door.” Klaus said, lipstick smudges covering his face.

“Nice to meet you guys, Ben.” I said, winking at him. The boy blushed and Diego hit him.

“Can I just say I knew it? This is Klaus's girlfriend who gets us donuts all the time.” Five said smugly, leaning against the door frame. I sat up.

“I love Klaus but I could not be his girlfriend. But I will accept a ‘you’re welcome’ from any and all of you.” I said easily, standing up and almost falling down but instead being greeted by Ben tackling me to the floor in an attempt to keep me up. I hit the hardwood with a thump and Diego started laughing until a smack was heard and he shut up.

“I’m so sorry. This is my fault.” Ben got out as I rubbed my head, laughing slightly at what had happened.

“It's fine, just help me up.” I gasped, grinning up at Klaus who looked conflicted. Ben was pushed off of me and Klaus pulled my arm as hard as he could, basically launching me up onto the bed.

“Too kind. Anyways nice to meet you all you can all get going.” I said easily. The girl with long curly fair shook her head, scoffing.

“No, come over to my room.” She said, pulling me off the bed as Ben scrambled out of the way.

“I came here to hang out with Klaus so.” I said, attempting to reach for Klaus who looked sort of anxious at me being dragged away.

“Yeah but I want to hang out with you.” She said, her voice convincing but not enough.

“No thank you. I know I’m irresistible but my dance card is full- my best friend invited me.” I said, the words coming out of my mouth on the fly, Alison looking surprised. The door shut and now it was only Klaus and I in the room, Five had shut it angrily for the two of us.

“I love you.” Klaus said in the silence, jumping on me and kissing my forehead, the two of us laying on the bed, cuddling.

“I love you too Klaus, honest.” I said, not even fazed at his need for attention.

“You can date Ben, I won't even mind. I love you both so much.” He said, surprising me. I barely met Ben today, but he is cute, but how could Klaus tell I liked him so quickly.

“He is cute.” I hummed, petting his hair.

“You should get to know him- there’s a reason why he’s my favorite. Other than you.” He said, kissing my collarbone.

“Later. I wanna hang out with you today. Even if it's just cuddling.” I said, closing my eyes- tired.

“I can get behind that.” He said, the two of us just vibing and enjoying each other's company.

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