#but it's okay though simon still has his own silly toy with play around with :)

[mewkwota]

"We could totally pull this off!" ...Yeaah, I shouldn't have said that.

These kids and their confusing thingamajigs, am I right?

If they're not careful someone can lose a finger. ( ` ^`);

Originally, I was gonna have Rock and Simon playing with the silly toy but theirs would've resulted in a more rugged tug-of-war. So no, we're not letting anyone lose a limb today.

[hopelessly-me]

Could you write something for winterhawk about how clint is always at Bucky’s place, and when bucky is in Clint’s apartment, he notices small things clint has/uses so Bucky gets those things and leaves them around his place for Clint? Idk if that’s too specific 😅 sorry.

Hey anon! Not too specific, I swear. But I could probably have made this a lot longer, but alas! I wanted to keep it somewhat short and sweet. Either way, thank you for this prompt! I hope you enjoy it!

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” Bucky asked, dropping his backpack on the ground next to him.

“Uh, yeah?” Clint answered as he fished out his keys. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my boyfriend. I love you, and I am pretty sure you’ve never been to my apartment before. Just, uh- don’t mind the mess? I tried. And! And, my bed isn’t nearly as comfortable. Actually, for that matter, neither is my-”

“Babe.” Bucky kissed Clint’s cheek. “I’m dying here. You gotta open the door.”

“Yeah yeah, alright,” Clint said, opening up the door to his apartment.

Ever since they decided to have a serious relationship, Clint largely stayed at the Tower, and specifically in Bucky’s rooms. Clint had given up his own floor because he said it was silly to have a place to stay when his Bed-Stuy apartment had been so close. Bucky was pretty sure Clint was just avoiding having to furnish the place, make it his own. Bucky, however, didn’t mind having Clint stay with him, it was more convenient that way. 

The Tower was going through an energy change, or something- honestly, Bucky only listened to about forty percent of what Tony had been saying. All he knew was that it was winter, there wasn’t going to be any heat, and Bucky didn’t escape HYDRA just to be frozen again, but this time in his apartment. Without hesitation, Clint told him to come stay with him at his apartment with the biggest smile on his face, and there was no way to say no to that.

Clint’s apartment was exactly how Bucky pictured it. Sure, there was a bit of a mess, but it felt like Clint in the best ways. There was a dart board, and holes in the wall obviously from Clint shooting his bow. There was a map with little pinpoints all over it, showing everywhere Clint had been; all around the map were photos tacked to the wall of Clint and various people on his trips. In under a minute Bucky could see at least five blankets scattered about, four of them on his couch and chair, and one nestled on top of what Bucky suspected to be Clint’s kitchen table.

“I know it’s kinda mess, but I had to go to DC for an emergency and-” Clint started to apologize.

“Babe, really, it’s fine,” Bucky assured him. He closed and locked the door before he pulled Clint into a hug and a brief kiss. “I finally get to see where you live when you aren’t with me or halfway across the world.”

Clint grinned. “Well then. Welcome home. Two bathrooms. One there, half bath, and one upstairs, attached to the bedroom. Kitchen is there, stocked with coffee and non-healthy food.”

“Because of course it is,” Bucky said, trying to sound stern and failing.

“And- yeah. Anything that is mine, is yours,” Clint said. “Uh- do you want me to actually walk you around or…?’

“I’ll manage,” Bucky answered. “That being said, you need to go to bed. You have been up for over twenty hours now.” Clint pouted, actually pouted, and Bucky tossed him his backpack. “Take my clothes up with you. I’ll be up there soon. And try a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell, Barnes?” Clint asked. “You could always shower with-”

“Night. Love you.”

Clint whined and dragged his feet, dramatically going upstairs. “Night. Love you. Shower then bed. Oh, uh- if you need anything, just let me know. Or if you go one flight down from here there is Simone. She can help you. She knows you are staying here with me for the next few days.”

“You told Simone about us?” Bucky asked, looking up the stairs to Clint.

Clint paused and looked conflicted. “Uh- so if I say yes, am I in trouble?” Clint asked.

“No. I’m just- you tell people we are together?”

Clint tilted his head. “I mean, you are my boyfriend,” Clint said. “Should I stop?”

“No. Anyway, good night,” Bucky called. He never wanted Clint to stop. The feeling of sheer joy at hearing Clint admit that he tells others he is in a relationship, specifically with Bucky- it was almost overpowering. Bucky waited until Clint was in the shower to explore.

Little things were hidden away everywhere it seemed. A few decks of cards, tinker toys that looked worn out from use, and even tools. Bucky picked up a few of the objects, running his fingers over the surface. Bucky never really realized just how much Clint seemed to like to tinker with things, liked to keep his hands busy. He started looking about the living room and the kitchen, finding more objects that Clint had stored away. Cookbooks on coffees of all varieties, frothers, not that Bucky had ever actually seen Clint drink coffee any way other than black. There was even a little timer on his kitchen bench, a rubber duck, which was both adorable and endearing, and Bucky loved every little quirky thing he could find.

He started with the kitchen, washing the dishes and putting them away. He went through the fridge and freezer, checking dates and doing what he could to try to clean up some of the mess without being overly intrusive. Bucky smiled fondly at the container in the fridge of cut up apples and peanut butter, even though Bucky wasn’t sure peanut butter was supposed to be in the fridge. He didn’t know Clint even ate apples.

By the time Bucky was through cleaning what he thought he respectfully could, he climbed the stairs up to the loft bedroom. Clint was already fast asleep, curled up under one blanket, only a mess of blond hair peeking out for Bucky to see. He couldn’t wait to crawl under those covers and lay as close as he could without waking Clint, waiting for the moment Clint would turn and sprawl over Bucky like he did every night.

Bucky chuckled and went to the bathroom where a brand new, still in the case, toothbrush was laid out and he smiled down at it, touching the packaging lightly. When he looked over towards the toilet there was a stack of towels and washcloths placed just so, a clear indication that he had left them out for Bucky’s use.

It was almost overwhelming in an odd sort of way. Bucky was used to Clint being loving, but it was the small things that still got to Bucky. Like the fact he noticed that Clint had set aside an extra towel because he must have seen Bucky pile his hair up in one at least a few dozen times. There was two wash clothes with a small package of Q-tips on top because after dating for several months even Clint was a pro at cleaning out the plates of Bucky’s arm. And before Bucky even had to go into his bag he saw two bottles in Clint’s shower that would have been foriegn to his boyfriend but not to Bucky- it was Bucky’s favorite brand of shampoo and conditioner. Bucky hazarded a glance across the counter and sitting there, right in the corner, was the same hair product Bucky used every time he was out of the shower.

He rushed through his shower, even rushed through cleaning out the plates of his arm. Bucky wanted, needed, to crawl into bed, this time not so subtle. Clint groaned and turned, looking at Bucky with that sleepy look that he loved so much. Bucky pulled him closer and kissed him, starting with his lips, and then his forehead before he could get Clint to settle down so he could kiss the top of his head.

“Whaz goin’ on?” Clint mumbled against Bucky’s chest, an arm draping across and holding Bucky in place.

“Nothing. I just… I love you,” Bucky said, knowing Clint couldn’t hear a word he was saying. It didn’t matter, Clint was back asleep in no time flat.

*~ some time later~*let’s do a time hop shall we?~*

“What is this?” Clint asked, picking an item up off the coffee table.

It had been a month since Bucky spent three nights at Clint’s, and slowly he had been adding things to his apartment, trying to pay back the effort Clint had taken when Bucky was visiting. It wasn’t much- he didn’t want to overload Clint. Each week he would add something new. One week he had added two more blankets to his living room, draping them carefully over a chair and the back of the couch. The one was purple ombre down to pink, the second was an Avengers themed. The next week he added a few more creamers into his fridge, ones he never would have known Clint enjoyed if it wasn’t for staying at his apartment. Clint cheered at the peppermint, putting just a splash in and humming happily. 

“It’s a fidget toy,” Bucky answered, glancing over his phone to take a look. “Sam told me about them. I thought I should pick a few of them up.”

“Huh. Cool.” Clint smiled and Bucky turned the television on. “So what are we watching?” he asked, his hands still working with the tinkering toy.

“There’s a history program on Cesar and his reign I was thinking about watching,” Bucky answered. “Figured we could order some takeaway and watch that and whatever other shows come on.”

“I don’t even know who that is but sure. Food and shows, time to cuddle,” Clint said. “I think I can live with that.”

It was several hours later, filled with Clint playing with the tinker toy, eating more Mexican food than either of them should have ate, and a debate on the intricate, intimate drawings on the buildings in Pompeii, and Bucky had convinced Clint that it was time for bed. Clint didn’t even bother protesting it, instead tossing the toy back onto the table and dragging the blanket down to the bedroom with him. They both brushed their teeth and changed.

Clint didn’t even bother to start off on his own side of the bed. As soon as Bucky was down, Clint had crawled on top of him and kissed his jawline. “I know what you are doing. And thank you,” he said.

“What?” Bucky asked.

“The toy. The creamers. Even that new timer in the kitchen,” Clint commented. “You are trying to make this place more and more like home for me. I figured I should tell you thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Bucky said, a hand passing over Clint’s back. “I just want to make sure you are comfortable here. Have everything you need. And it’s probably better for my pens and pencils that you aren’t whacking them on everything, or shaking them, or whatever it is you do.”

Clint chuckled and laid his head down on Bucky, pulling the blankets up higher like he did every night. “Hun, I would be comfortable here if this place was bare. Home is pretty much anywhere you are.”

[beclynn-herondale]

Next Gen of shadowhunters and downworlders.

The Unexpected.

Chapter 3: hope and anna.

( Jace herondale, Clary fairchild, Alec lightwood-bane, Magnus lightwood-bane, Isabelle lightwood, Simon lovelace, Max lightwood-bane, Rafael lightwood-bane and Mina Carstairs and the world belong to Cassandra Clare )

( hi all this is the third Chapter to my fic that I finally Finished I hope you enjoy. And I will warn there is some content in it that may not be to liking of some so read at your own risk it's not explicit or anything. )

Magnus liked taking care of these children, they were all so different and had such big personalities. He was always entertained when he took care of them and loved these kids so much.

He never thought he would have anything like this, I mean not with shadowhunters, but then again these shadowhunters were different.

They loved him and trusted him, and biscuit thought of him like another dad or uncle maybe, he wasn't really sure which but he thought of her like a daughter. And was proud of Clary, Jace, Izzy, and Simon for raising their kids differently then past shadowhunters have, they're letting them be kids and letting them feel, letting them have their own personalities and be them. He loved his nieces and nephews, and his children of course. They're part of his happiness. There was Charlie who was a ray of sunshine and full of smiles, and goofiness. There was Sophie who was serious and bossy. There was Stephen who was a flirt and loving. There was George which was shy and silly. There was Mina who was in love with books at her young age and kind. Mina and Charlie are often reading books together, which to magnus is a surprise. After all they are young but he loves it cause it means they will be very well read. Stephen, George and Sophie are often playing toy swords together, occasionally Stephen will hang out with Charlie and Mina to listen to them read books. And George and Sophie will sometimes as well but will turn to playing a board game most of the time. And then there was his children of course, max who was imaginative and creative and who wanted to be a shadowhunter like his dad. There was Rafael he was more quiet and kept to himself a bit more but had passion and kindness, and the brothers loved each other so much. Though they often say they would like a sister. Magnus thought about talking to alec about that when he gets back, he has been wanting to adopt another kid as well but hasn't told him that. Plus a daughter would be nice.

Alec pov:

When they arrived things looked like they had been burnt, like someone had already preformed a spell. And Alec had a bad feeling, Jace had a similar look on his face, simon looked worried. Izzy and Clary had gone towards the back he can only hope they're okay. Him, Jace and Simon started for the house, it was green with burnt Mark's that had not been there before they looked fresh. The door was an oak brown and had beautiful flower carvings on it, the porch was a white blackened in places but still lovely. It was true whoever made this house had planned to be here a while, Although maybe this family didn't have it built or built it, maybe it was someone else's but the house looked well kept up with.

Alec walked up to the front door, and kicked it open and inside was the warlock preforming a dark spell. Necromancy... said Alec stunned, You know necromancy is against the Law! Alec shouted. The warlock turned around from the table where the ingredients were that she was preparing to do the spell with.

And What are you going to do About it Shadowhunter? Kill us?. Yes! Said Jace and we'll look Good doing it. He Winked. Alec rolled his eyes, Jace this is Serious stay Focused. I am focused. Said Jace. Well Well Said Simon If it isn't The good Old breaking the Law. God! You all are annoying, Jude come on Let's take them out said the Warlock, If you want me to succeed at this you and your husband need to take care of them. Said the warlock woman.

The faerie woman came at Alec, he swung his Seraph Blade and Blocked her sword from hitting him. The faerie man was Going at Jace and Simon was trying to stop the warlock. Simon! Don't, I'll Take Care of Her. Alec shouted. The Warlock woman let out a terrifying laugh, You'll Take Care of me, Don't be so over confident Nephilim.

Who said I'm being over Confident said Alec. The Faerie Woman was just staring at him, Alec was confused because she wasn't attacking. I know who you are! Said the Faerie Woman, You're Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane I Thought you Looked Familiar, He's the Consul Of The New Clave. And the Husband of Magnus Lightwood-Bane, I always thought it was Foolish of Him to Marry a Nephilim. Said The Warlock Woman.

Alec would be lying of the Comment didn't Annoy him but He was Used to It. Lots thought this About Him and Magnus, It always stung though Because he Loved Magnus more Then anything in this World and He may be Over Confident here but in his Opinion they make An Amazing Couple. Well then I don't think you'll mind if we take you to Alicante to be imprisoned? Said Alec. I'd like to see you try Nephilim. Said the Warlock Woman.

Simon was sneaking up on the Faerie woman, Alec was trying to but him Time. Well I think we'll succeed said Alec. Hmm Said the Warlock Woman well in that case Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane come have a Go at me if you think you'll win.

The warlock woman shot Sparks at Alec, he Jumped and Dodged it, and landed back on his feet like a Cat. Magnus would have said Cat if he was here, he missed his husband and Please he said to himself, let me go home to him and the kids. And he Charged at the Warlock Woman.

***

Clary and Izzy were Heading to the back, Do you think will Find anything? asked Izzy or do the guys just want to keep us safe. I don't know, said Clary. They were heading for the back door and She was think about Her Jace, Simon her parabatai, and Alec her respective friend and Consul, the Uncle to her children, The man who Iis Changing the Shadow World a Man who She admired very much, a Man she considered a brother.

They got to the back door of the green house, Clary tried the Knob it was locked, she took out her stele and traced an Unlock Rune on the Door, and her and Izzy kicked it in Together. They both pulled their Seraph Blades out ready for Attackers but they looked around the Room and didn't see any, Just two little Faerie Girls. Iz. Clary said look there. Izzy turned her Head to the Girls and Said hi little ones, I'm Izzy Lightwood and This is Clary Herondale, we're here to take you away from this place. Said Izzy, she always knew what to Say Thought Clary.

Clary walked over to the Faerie Girls, slowly, they huddled together in fear. I'm not here to hurt you said Clary softly I am here to save you and take you some place safe. Mama and Papa will hurt us if we go with you said the eldest girl. There were many bruises all over their small bodies, a significant sign of abuse, they couldn't have been more then 4 and 1 or 2 she wasn't sure maybe they

just small but they didn't seem that old yet. We're here to take you away from them said Izzy. Really! Said the eldest faerie girl. Yes really said Clary come here dear and she came to Clary and she could so how bad the little girl and her baby sister wanted to be taken away from here. It broke Clary's heart to see more kids Suffer Abuse, Neglect, Lack of love. Like Jace and Reminded her how lucky she was to have been raised by her Mother and Luke two people who loved her. She took the youngest girl into her Arms and she looked at Clary like she was Amazing. The older girl went to Izzy taking an interest in her. What are your Names? Asked Izzy. We don't have any said The oldest Faerie Girl. What!!?? Said Izzy. What kind of Parents don't Give their Children Names! Izzy was starting to fill with Rage, Clary could see how much she already Cared for these Girls and she understood there Was so much To love about them and they are beautiful the youngest had Beautiful Pale skin and Blue purple Hair and deep Violet eyes. While the oldest was a bit Darker Skinned just a Tad and Deep Green Hair, light Silver eyes, they were both Beautiful and sweet it seemed.

***

Alec and the Warlock Woman had been Fighting for what felt like Forever the other Dudging the others blows, Jace was Fighting the Faerie man still and Simon was Finishing off the Faerie Woman had her pinned to a wall. Listen simon said I don't want to hurt you and very much would Rather take you prisoner if you come peacefully. Never!! Nephilim Trash said The Faerie Woman. And she pushed herself into Simon's Seraph Blade, everyone was shocked and Simon more then any.

Idiot said the Warlock Woman.

Jude!! Cried the Faerie Man in pain clearly at the loss of his Wife.

Do you want to come peacefully now? Asked Jace. No I don't the Faerie Man pulled out a Dagger and put it to his Heart. Don't yelled Simon why would you kill yourself? You just lost your Wife yes but what about your Daughters do you want them to Lose both Parents today?. I don't Care about them, They are Useless to me, nothing more then sacrifices. And pushed the sword through his heart and bleed out.

Welll said the Warlock Woman looks like we don't need to fight anymore, Seeing as how My clients are both Dead, Thanks for that by the way. I love it when I get free money. See you later Archer Boy. The Warlock Woman said as she disappeared before Alec could stop her.

Shit! Said Alec. It's okay said Jace we'll get them next time or When she shows up again and I have a feeling she will.

Why did she Call you Archer Boy, I mean we all know that Nickname for you but why did she say it? Asked Simon.

I have no idea said Alec but we should go find Clary and Izzy and make sure they are alright.

Yeah I've been worried said Jace who knows what they encountered at the other end of the house.

Yeah let's go said simon.

***

As they were heading For the Front Izzy had the older sister in her Arms who had relaxed and snuggled up to Izzy. You're amazing Said the Faerie Girl. Well I'm glad you think so said Izzy. Clary couldn't help but let out a affectionate Giggle. The youngest was holding onto Clary so tight like she was afraid to be taken, Clary pet the girl on the head affectionately to comfort her and the girl gave her a look of confusion like it was something she had never had before.

They ran into the guys and she looked at Jace with a Face of worry for these Girls and looked him over to make sure he was alright and Simon they both seemed to only have a couple minor injuries nothing to bad same for Alec. Thank the Angel she Thought.

These the Girls? Asked Alec. Yes Said Clary, luckily we didn't have to fight but they are scared.

We're taking you to a safe place now said Alec. Jace gave a warm smile. Yup Yup said Simon.

The girls looked up and were Amazed but Happy.

What about Mama and Papa? Asked the older Girl. They're Gone said Alec. Oh, okay said the Faeire Girl.

Well we should portal back to the Institute, I'll have some men Clean this up later right now we need to get the girls somewhere safe. Said Alec. Okay said. Clary, she handed to little Girl to Alec, so she could make a portal. She pulled her Stele out and Made one, Alec went through first with the younger Girl, then Izzy with the oldest, simon after her, then Jace before he gave her a look of we did it and then she went through after her Husband.

***

They were all Back and Alec Could hear Footsteps coming their way to the the main room in the Institute. Magnus walked in first with Max in his arms. Dad! Called Max you're Back. Yes Blueberry Dad is back. Alec went over to Magnus after handing the girl to Simon who Willling took her. He gave him a Kiss on the lips and stayed like that for a moment and then took Max into his arms and hugged his little Blueberry.

The other kids Came running in, Mama! Papa! Called Charlie and Stephen, and Ran to Their Parents Alec watched as his Parabatai and Clary took their kids into their arms very Tightly and kissed their heads. Sophie and George approached Their parents Carefully seeing the Girls in their parents arms.

Magnus walked over to Izzy and Simon and took the Girls, who do we have here? Magnus asked. Sophie and George ran to Izzy and Simon and they took their kids into their Arms and gave the hugs and Simon tickled them.

The Faerie Girls who we rescued.

What are their names? Asked Magnus.

Clary said they don't have any. Said Alec.

I suppose we need to decide what to do with them I was thin-, I want to take them in interrupted Alec not liking doing that to his husband but he wanted to say it. Really? Asked Magnus are you sure?

Absolutely Sure said Alec of you want of course, even though if you say no I'll hide them in the loft anyways.

I think it's a good idea, love said Magnus.

YAY!!! shouted Max I have Sisters YAY!!. Calm down Blueberry said Alec affectionately.

I can't I have Sisters! Sisters!. Rafael was looking up at magnus with eyes of wonder for the girls and they were were happy and wanted to get down, Magnus put them down. Well girls say Hello to your new Brothers.

Now Alec said Names I know we have some picked out but I really want them to have them as soon as possible.

Yes, of course said Magnus.

I was thinking Anna Catarina Lightwood-Bane and Hope Ragnor Lightwood-Bane said Alec. Magnus looked at him with so much Love Alec's Heart skipped a beat. I love those Names said Magnus with tears forming. Anna, hi Anna I hope you'll accept us as your dads, we promise to provide for you and give all the love and care we can. It's a lot said Rafael. And Hope I hope you will accept us as your dads as well and we will do the same for you.

Yes! Said Anna yes. I'm Anna I have a name a name said Anna. It's a Name of a shadowhunter that I once knew she was an amazing woman who I admired and respected very much and She was a Queen most definitely said magnus.

Whoaaa said Anna she sounds amazing amazing. She was said Magnus.

And Hope your first Name is a word that means a lot to the lightwood-Bane family so be proud of yours to. Hope just looked at Magnus and Alec wondered why the Girl hasn't said a word, was she to young?. Sorry she doesn't talk Said Anna hasn't since a time mama did something to her to traumatize her.

I like it said Hope and Magnus and Anna looked in astonishment. Hope you spoke Said Anna. Yes I want to go home with our dads, I want our Glitter Papa to Play with me. Anna took her sister into her arms and started crying tears of Joy.

Alec would be lying if he said his heart wasn't filled with happiness and love for his family, max and Raff hugged the two girls as well, his girls.

He looked at his other family members who were in tears and hugging and crying to. Geez it became emotional quickly. Clary had Stephen on her hip and Jace had Charlie on his and they were hugging and crying at the family scene. Simon and Izzy the same with their children.

And Alec couldn't believe how big his Family had become.

We um have something to announce as well said Clary wiping a tear away. I'm pregnant. Seriously! said Izzy. Omg! Said Simon another Hernodale. Congrats said Alec with a soft Smile and Started Crying seriously this time Damn them for making him emotional.

This is weird but I am pregnant as well Said Izzy. Clary gasped, by the angel Izzy we're going to be pregnant at the same time. I know Said Izzy and the two girls hugged as Jace and Simon exchanged looks of you to huh.

Alec was Seriously filled with so much happiness and Magnus was Hugging Clary and Izzy and congregating them. And Alec walked over to do the same. Before that looked at his kids who were talking and getting to know each other, Max had his Arms around Hope and didn't seem to ever want to let go.

And the other children had made their way over to Anna and Hope to say hi.

They were saying how there will be two babies here soon.

( my story and writing and some of the characters are OCs don't steal. )

[earthbounddreamers]

James OC Asks

1. What do they smell like? He smells vaguely of a flowery perfume, but not so much you could pick up on it. 2. What is their voice like? His voice is smooth, slightly deep when he wants to be serious but higher most of the time. 3. What is their biggest motivator? He wants to be able to make other people happy, whether he knows them or not. 4. What is their most embarrassing memory? On his first day of work he dumped a vat of ice cream on the floor and had to spend an hour cleaning it up. The only reason he didn't get fired was because he was so devoted to owning his mistake and learning from it that they trusted he would make up for it (they also took the price of it out of his paycheck). 5. How do they deal with/react to pain? James is not good with pain. If there's adrenaline running he can ignore it but otherwise he's basically useless the moment something happens. 6. What do they like to wear? While he used to wear typically masculine clothes he's adopted a more feminine wardrobe with skirts and crop tops, and he always looks amazing. 7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? He's been friends with Simon since they were 6 and everything has changed so much, he's impacted him and his life so much and will continue to until they die and they're like ghost bffs. 8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? He once took every flavour of ice cream in the store and mixed it all together into a weird amalgamate smoothie and it tasted so terrible. Just a horrendous mishmash of flavours (the chunks of cookie dough or fruits made it even worse). 9. Describe the way that they sleep. Always sleeps on his back with his blanket either totally covering him or on the floor. With a partner he'll wrap his arm around them and loves it when they sleep with their head on his chest. 10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? He loves crepes, especially when he gets them from quiet obscure shops or stands. He loves all sorts of flavours, especially fruity stuff. 11. What do they feel most insecure about? While he's worked through the eating disorder he had he's still very self conscious about his weight and sometimes can't stand to look at himself. Scar and Simon actually work to check up on him and make sure he eats. Pequeño keeps an eye on him too, dragging him to the kitchen it he hasn't eaten. 12. How do they like to dress? He likes dressing very feminine, in flowery dresses and blouses, all cute pastels and looks frickin adorable in it. 13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? He feels terrible and beats himself up endlessly, that is until he gives in and apologizes endlessly until someone will forgive him. 14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? He forgives them automatically. They didn't mean any harm, it wasn't supposed to be like that, it's okay. But if they do it again - or someone helps him realize he doesn't have to forgive them - there's no going back. 15. What is their greatest achievement? The first job he got. He was 16 and randomly applied at the local ice cream shoppe with a resume Simon helped him make. At the end of the interview he had the job, and to him that was his greatest achievement. 16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? Just sleepy. Like about to pass out at any given moment. His mind takes like 15 seconds to process information so it's like he has lag. He basically doesn't function. 17. What are they like when they’re drunk? A silly, goofy romantic. Once he gets too drunk though he can get aggressive and tries to intimidate everyone. It doesn't work. 18. What kind of music do they enjoy? Rock and musicals. 19. Are they right or left handed? Right handed. 20. Fears? Looking bad/gross/etc, also being alone. 21. Favorite kind of weather? Rainy days to stay inside. 22. Favorite color? Green. 23. Do they collect anything? Cute clothes. 24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? Cold weather so he can bundle up. 25. What is their eye color? Emerald green. 26. What is their race/ethnicity? White. 27. Hair color? Black. 28. Are they happy where they are currently? Dating Scar, living with her and Sam? Y to the yes. 29. Are they a morning person? He's an okay morning person. He can manage it but doesn't like it. 30. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset. 31. Are they more messy or more organized? Messy, but he swears he knows where everything is (he doesn't). 32. Pet peeves? People who chew with their mouth open or talk with their mouth full (Scar pisses him off a lot but he loves her anyways). 33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? A toy rabbit from when he was a kid. Desperately keeps it hidden from Pequeño. 34. Least favorite food? Raw veggies with no dip. 35. Least favorite color? Mustard yellow. 36. Least favorite smell? Grease. 37. When was the last time they cried? Had a nightmare about Scar attempting suicide, woke up crying and kept crying. 38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? In bed with Scar and Sam, woke them both up, they comforted him. 39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? Fucking around trying to build a bookshelf (come on it can't be that hard) and somehow shot a nail gun through his hand. He didn't even need a nail gun he just figured it would be faster than a hammer. Scar had to leave work to go take him to the hospital cause he was too embarrassed to actually call 911. 40. Do they have any scars? His left hand has a hole from the nail gun incident, between the lower bones of his pinky and ring finger on his left hand. Claims to be the second coming of christ and they didn't manage to crucify him. Scar continues to say he's a dumbass. 41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? Eating disorders, anorexia and bulimia. Initially recovered when he was 19 and has never seriously relapsed. He's come close a few times but Scar keeps an eye on him so he never gets a chance to do anything stupid. He insists he doesn't need help so Scar made him a “diet buddy” to help her continue eating healthy so she has an excuse to ask about his eating habits (and he's getting worse at lying about that). 42. Do they have any bad habits? Just forgetting to eat. Maybe it's subconscious somewhere, but he just doesn't think about eating. Also doesn't pay attention to stuff, like ever. Crosses the road without looking, aims the nail gun based on his instincts, stuff like that. 43. Why might someone dislike them? He is loud and crazy and can come off as like the bad kind of Gryffindor. You know what kind of person I'm talking about. 44. Why might someone love them? A beautiful sweet boy. Loves everyone back. Amazingly smart despite how unbelievably stupid he is at times. Loves with a passion and lives with a fire. 45. Do they believe in ghosts? Yeah. Who else keeps leaving doors open and lights on? Definitely not him. 46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? Scar would be hesitant, but trust him anyways. Simon would trust him without any hesitation. 47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? Scarlet. Beauty, grace, she'll kick you in the face. 48. Are they dating/married to anyone? Dating Scar, who is also dating Sam. He and Sam are friends but team up to spoil Scar with affection. 49. Do they like surprises? Yes. Surprise him with anything and he will scream in delight. 50. When is their birthday? September 18th, 199X. 51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? Go bowling or roller skating with the gang, then drink with Sam and Scar at home as they marathon Lord of the Rings (even though they never make it to the second movie). 52. Do they have any family? His dad and his younger sister, Sara. His dad is a war vet and has enough money to work casually as a carpenter. Sara is deaf and owns a coffee shop based on silence. Only quiet music plays, and you order by checking off options on a menu. It's a hit with introverts, as well as many neurodivergent people. 53. Are they close to their family? Yes, he visits them once a week, as they continue to live together. 54. What is their MBTI type? INFP. 55. What is their zodiac sign? Virgo. 56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? Gryffindor, but he would fit in Hufflepuff. 57. What D&D alignment are they? Chaotic good. 58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? Simon and Scar attempting suicide. Whether recreations of the past events or new ones, those are really the only nightmares he ever has. 59. What are their views on death? It'll happen someday but please please please be far away. 60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? Scar’s terrible jokes. 61. When bored, how do they pass time? Video games, usually. 62. Do they enjoy being outside? Yes, but if it's too hot and there's no water he gets tired of it. 63. Do they have an accent? Traces of a Jersey accent from his dad. 64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? Terribly torn betwee, “god that must be delicious” and “got that looks disgusting”. 65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? Gather together all his friends and try to tell them all anything he thinks he needs to. Spends every second possible with them. 66. How do they feel about sex? He likes it, and has an average libido. 67. What is their sexuality? Pansexual. 68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? Yes, but he can usually handle it. But if it's own he tends to faint. 69. Is there anything that they find really gross? Processed food. 70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? The dumb but funny and loving friend. 71. Do they enjoy helping people? Yes, he helps anyone in need. 72. Are they allergic to anything? Nope. 73. Do they have a pet? Pequeño, his little furry son. 74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper? No, it takes a while to make him angry. But when he breaks he is ready to murder a bitch. 75. How patient are they? Very patient with people. But waiting for stuff? Gets very bored, very quickly. 76. Are they good at cooking? Well he's not gonna burn it, but it's not too good either. 77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? Dickweed. And usually only insults people as jokes/out of friendship. 78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? Very bubbly and social, will talk your ear off and compliment you a lot. 79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? He's determined to remember what it is and protect them at all costs. 80. Are they trustworthy? Very trustworthy, you can trust him with anything. But he's pretty forgetful so he might not remember to do it. 81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? He tries to, and he's not good at it. 82. Do they exercise regularly? Scar drags him to the gym once a week, and she barely manages that. 83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? Most of the time he is, but he has phases where he gets seriously insecure and can't look himself in the mirror. 84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? He loves muscles and any typically masculine, rough kind of attributes. 85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? Strong personalities that are also quiet, to balance out his own loud personality. 86. Do they like sweet foods? Yes but can't stand eating very much. 87. What is their age? He's 17 and turns 18 in Missing Streams, but he's 20 in general canon. 88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? Kinda tall, 5’9” 89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? No. He's slightly short sighted but not enough to even notice. 90. Do they consider themselves attractive? Not attractive, but he's confident he isn't ugly either. 91. What is their sense of humor like? Dumb jokes of all kinds, from stupid puns to fart sounds. 92. What mood are they most often in? Usually in a generally positive mood. 93. What kinds of things anger them? Chewing with mouth open, or talking with mouth full. 94. Outlook on life? This isn't too bad, let's have some fun. 95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? Thinking about how much terrible shit all his friends have been through. 96. What is their greatest weakness? Having to take care of himself. 97. What is their greatest strength? Cheering someone up. 98. Something that they regret? The damage he did to his body due to refusing help for his eating disorders. 99. Biggest accomplishment? Working through it all and becoming more than his mental illness. 100. Create your own! Ask anything you want!

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Friendship Day

Carry On Valentine’s Day Celebration

Word count: 1978

Baz’s POV

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It was on Friendship Day that everything changed. Simon did this whole thing - he made me a card (full of hearts and lovey-dovey things written on it – he made it so incredibly difficult for me not to cross over the “just friends” barrier) and got balloons and everything. It was ridiculous, but he clearly put a lot of thought and effort into it.

He told me we’re going to have dinner together and that the whole night was a surprise. He promised I’d have a blast, and I didn't doubt him - I never did - but I still argued. We always argue. We argue and we laugh and we argue and we laugh and somehow, we’ve been side-by-side since we were 5 years old, since he threw a toy at me in the orphanage.

I remember being quite outraged the day we met. My mother always made me go play with the kids at the orphanage (she and my father owned it – the Grimm-Pitch Orphanage (frightening name for an orphanage, I know), but my aunt Fiona took over when she passed).

There was a new kid there that day, the same age as me, and I later found out that he’d been living in orphanages since birth, and had just been moved to this one (his third one) because kids were picking on him too much. Unaware of that fact, I went for my usual sarcastic approach (which my mom was very much unaware of, thank god), but he reacted differently than most kids. I must’ve said something of the sort: “Did mummy say bye before she left you?” I was such a bully and I hate myself for it. (Being upset that your daily chore is to play with other kids is the most absurd thing, I now realize.)

I didn’t expect to go home with a bruise on the side of my face that day because Simon decided to throw a Barbie doll at me. But then again, I didn’t expect a lot of things when it came to Simon, including the whole “Friendship Day” celebration.

I was convinced he made up the whole ordeal (who knew people are petty enough to make a day called “Friendship Day”), but I played along. I put on my nicest tight-fitted jeans and dark gray button-up (I even wore the fancy watch my dad gave me for my last birthday, my 18th), and I went to Simon’s apartment at 7:00 PM. He got the apartment as soon as he saved up enough money to move out.

He had wanted to move out almost right after he got adopted. I mean, he was ecstatic at first. He was 11 years old and lucky to finally be adopted, and though I was sad (way too sad) to have lost a friend I could play with every day, I was also happy for him. That is, until I found out what his adoptive father, David, was like.

I could only really see Simon at school once he got adopted (I was only 11 years old and incapable of navigating the world on my own), until one day he came to me, crying, in the middle of the night. He knocked on my window, and he was shivering so bad (he was only in a T-shirt and he had frozen tears covering his face), and when I let him in he couldn’t even explain what happened. He had a large purple bruise on the side of his face and even more swollen bruises underneath his clothing, I would later find out. It took him weeks to find the words and mumble to me, “He beat me up. My dad. He beat me up.”

“Was that the only time?” I had asked him, and he shook his head. “How many times?” I then asked, and he lifted two fingers sadly.

That pretty much marked the start of 5 years of pain for Simon and me. All I could do was be by his side at school and hug him whenever he looked lost, and let him in my room at night when he came, with tears and bruises and sometimes blood. It came to the point where he would sleep in my bed multiple times every week, and I’d wrap my arms around him tightly, wanting to protect him so badly. He’d shake and shiver, and he’d wince if I pressed the wrong spot while I ran my hands up and down his back soothingly.

My mother grew suspicious after Simon forgot to sneak back home before sunrise a few times (he was sleeping too peacefully in my arms for either of us to care). We should have told her about Simon’s adopted father. She could have helped, or at least she could have tried. She knew a lot more about the paperwork and the law and how much power we had to get Simon back, but we were silly kids.

She questioned me after finding Simon in my bed when she came to wake me up for school, and after a few times, I was so close to spilling it all, but it was too late. Everything shattered.

Or, more accurately, everything went up in flames. The Orphanage burned down, with her in it. She had stayed late that night, having to fill out paperwork for the triplets that had just been dropped off, and she had fallen asleep on her desk. Her office was in the basement, and the fire started upstairs where the stove was left on underneath the wooden cabinets.

All the other workers escaped with the kids, apparently having forgotten that their boss was still downstairs. My mother rarely stayed late, but still, if they had been more attentive, then they could’ve gotten to her before the ceiling collapsed and completely blocked her in. She’d been trapped, completely trapped.

I was twelve and I was devastated. My father continued to focus on work instead of me and I felt so alone. Except, I had Simon. He was always there for me.

I remember being so unresponsive to all his efforts to help me through my grieving. I turned cold and emotionless, and even though I didn’t physically push him away, I did push him away emotionally.

One year later, his adoptive mom died in a car crash and Simon was left alone with his adoptive father. One thing after another, things were collapsing. We’re lucky our friendship remained in tact.

We got through our high school years together, and when we turned 18, things started to get better. He was old enough to escape his adoptive dad and I was starting University, which distracted me enough from negative thoughts and emotions. Simon isn’t going to University yet. He needs to work full-time to afford the apartment and food and everything he needs to live. And there’s no way he can afford school fees.

I practically live at his apartment now. It’s much closer to my University than my house is, so I stay there during the week and go home on weekends.

He is my best friend, my only friend, and I think it’s our friendship that has kept us both alive this long.

Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous for tonight. Maybe that’s why my thoughts have been spiraling all over the place as I got ready and as I drove to pick him up and now, as I lift my hand to knock on his door.

But when he opens the door and I see his smile and his sparkling blue eyes and his messy curs and the way he dressed up just for me, I know it’s more than that. I know it’s because of my damn heart beating like crazy whenever we’re in the same room. I know it’s because I’m so damn in love with him.  

I’m a mess because this whole thing seems way too much like a date, and I can’t handle it.

“Hey,” Simon says. So simple.

“Oh – uh – hi,” I respond.

“Come in,” he says, waving me towards him.

“Aren’t we going somewhere?” I ask.

“No, we’re gonna stay here.”

“Why did I have to dress up then?” He asked me to dress up special in the card he gave me this morning when he rang my doorbell at early-o-clock with balloons and a huge smile.

“Uh,” he blushes, “well, we’re dressing up for each other, not for others, you know?”

“Um… yeah, I guess.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“I made dinner,” he says.

“You made dinner?” I’m quite shocked. Simon rarely cooks for himself, he lives off of cheap pre-made meals and food that I make him (it’s a bit sad).

He nods. “I guess I wanted to show you, um… how much you mean to me, you know?”

I nod, robotically, taking off my jacket and putting it on the coat rack. When I’m done, he grabs my hand and pulls me to the dinner table, which has lit candles in the center. My heart stars beating way too fast.

He squeezes my hand before letting go and sitting in one of the two chairs, and I feel quite wobbly. We’re always very touchy, but tonight it feels like it has some sort of special meaning behind it.

I take a seat across from him and look down at the plate in front of me, which has a sandwich on it. He made sandwiches.

That’s so adorable. I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.

He pouts at me. “I tried very hard,” he says.

“I know,” I reply. “They look delicious.”

We eat mostly in silence, but it’s comfortable. We spend lot of time in silence, and it’s the most relieving thing ever. Talking gets exhausting after awhile.

We clean the dishes together, and then we sit on his couch together and play board games. We’re both sitting cross-legged, each at one end of the couch.

I always beat him at chess, but he always beats me at snakes and ladders, and it’s no different tonight. It feels nice and normal, until Simon pushes the games aside around midnight and looks me directly in the eye, intensely.

He scooches closer to me and grabs my hand, then starts drawing shapes on my wrist. My stomach twists and pulls and tightens.

“Baz,” he says.

I copy him. I grab his other hand and I start tracing his fingers. “Simon,” I say, and I feel broken all over again. It’s so, so bad, how he breaks me, again and again. He makes me forget how to breathe, he makes me forget how to move my fingers and how to say the alphabet backwards and how to be a sane human being.

He grabs both of my hands, tightly. And then he pulls. He pulls me towards him, and I’m falling.

I’m falling but I’m holding his hands, which makes everything okay.

He pulls until I’m in his lap and his lips are on mine.

He kisses me and he kisses me and he does it so passionately. He does it like he’s been thinking about it for awhile, like he’s wanted it for awhile.

I push him down so he’s lying on his back and I kiss him just as passionately. I kiss him until I can’t breathe anymore. And then I kiss everywhere on his face and his neck. I rub my lips against his skin and I even nibble some places. He wraps himself around me and we both look at each other like all the problems in the world have been solved.

“You’re more than just a friend,” Simon says to me, and I respond with my lips.