Fic (Reaper, Ben/Sock, PG)
I didn't write the first paragraph of this fic. minotaurs did, although I'm guessing this isn't the fandom he had in mind when he wrote it. But this is what it inspired, so there you go.
Fandom=Reaper, Pairing=not really. Sam+Ben+Sock. It's a vaguely hetero OT3.
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It wasn’t that he didn't mind the smell - though under other circumstances it would have been an amazing stench, well worthy of an extended rant and maybe even some simulated retching - it was more the sight that really bothered him.
Sam wasn’t even sure why, because it was just Ben. Ben wiping puke off Sock’s chin while he held Sock up with one arm, trying to take care of their best friend even though he was fighting it every step of the way. That was just what Ben did. He took care of them.
So he wasn’t that surprised to see Ben half-carrying Sock out of a bathroom stall at the back of the bar. He wasn’t even that surprised to see that some of the fallout had landed on Ben’s shoulder - grossed out, definitely, but not surprised - or that Sock had actually managed to puke on his best friend and his own shoes simultaneously.
No, what really bugged him was the look on Ben’s face.
It wasn’t like he’d never considered it. Girls loved Ben, after all, yet he never dated any of them. He was happy just to play wingman for Sam and Sock, being designated driver when they needed it and making sure everyone got home okay whether they were drunk or not. He was just that kind of friend, and Sam had never really stopped to wonder why.
Only now that he was looking - really looking for the first time - he got it, and more than anything he wished he’d just stayed out front with Andi and let Ben fend for himself. “Ben?”
As soon as Ben looked up Sam knew he was right, because a second ago the look on his face had been…and now he was practically radiating guilt. Guilt and something else, a feeling Sam knew all too well from hanging around Andi, and for the first time ever he felt sorry for Ben.
“Oh, man, Ben…Sock? I mean, come on.”
“I know,” Ben said, voice defensive and Sam couldn’t even blame him, because it wasn’t like you got to pick who you fell for. “Just help me get him home, okay?”
Sam wanted to say something, like maybe give Ben the pep talk on how he deserved someone who could return his feelings. How he should distance himself from Sock, maybe spend a little less time with them and meet some people who could relate. Only Sam could relate, and the reason he could relate was sitting at their usual table waiting for him to come back from the bathroom, so he wasn’t in any position to be throwing stones.
Instead he just slid Sock’s other arm around his shoulders, screwing up his face against the smell and doing his best to breathe through his mouth. It meant ditching Andi again, but at least this time she’d understand. After all, that was what friends were for.
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Song(s) of the Day=Two tracks from The Temporary Thing's new album:
Holiday Heart
You, Me, and a Bottle of Whiskey
Fandom=Reaper, Pairing=not really. Sam+Ben+Sock. It's a vaguely hetero OT3.
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It wasn’t that he didn't mind the smell - though under other circumstances it would have been an amazing stench, well worthy of an extended rant and maybe even some simulated retching - it was more the sight that really bothered him.
Sam wasn’t even sure why, because it was just Ben. Ben wiping puke off Sock’s chin while he held Sock up with one arm, trying to take care of their best friend even though he was fighting it every step of the way. That was just what Ben did. He took care of them.
So he wasn’t that surprised to see Ben half-carrying Sock out of a bathroom stall at the back of the bar. He wasn’t even that surprised to see that some of the fallout had landed on Ben’s shoulder - grossed out, definitely, but not surprised - or that Sock had actually managed to puke on his best friend and his own shoes simultaneously.
No, what really bugged him was the look on Ben’s face.
It wasn’t like he’d never considered it. Girls loved Ben, after all, yet he never dated any of them. He was happy just to play wingman for Sam and Sock, being designated driver when they needed it and making sure everyone got home okay whether they were drunk or not. He was just that kind of friend, and Sam had never really stopped to wonder why.
Only now that he was looking - really looking for the first time - he got it, and more than anything he wished he’d just stayed out front with Andi and let Ben fend for himself. “Ben?”
As soon as Ben looked up Sam knew he was right, because a second ago the look on his face had been…and now he was practically radiating guilt. Guilt and something else, a feeling Sam knew all too well from hanging around Andi, and for the first time ever he felt sorry for Ben.
“Oh, man, Ben…Sock? I mean, come on.”
“I know,” Ben said, voice defensive and Sam couldn’t even blame him, because it wasn’t like you got to pick who you fell for. “Just help me get him home, okay?”
Sam wanted to say something, like maybe give Ben the pep talk on how he deserved someone who could return his feelings. How he should distance himself from Sock, maybe spend a little less time with them and meet some people who could relate. Only Sam could relate, and the reason he could relate was sitting at their usual table waiting for him to come back from the bathroom, so he wasn’t in any position to be throwing stones.
Instead he just slid Sock’s other arm around his shoulders, screwing up his face against the smell and doing his best to breathe through his mouth. It meant ditching Andi again, but at least this time she’d understand. After all, that was what friends were for.
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Song(s) of the Day=Two tracks from The Temporary Thing's new album:
Holiday Heart
You, Me, and a Bottle of Whiskey