The Ever-Lovin' Blue-Eyed Thing

Benjamin Grimm. Your everyday regular man made of rocks. A little rough around the edges, but I'm learning to adjust. Reluctant member of the Fantastic Four, a group of interdimensional travellers, though, you should really talk to Reed about all of this mumbo-jumbo. I'm more of the muscles of the group. I was just a kid who somehow wound up best friends with a genius. I guess that's what I get for following him blindly after all these years. tracks: clobberingthing Askbox: Open and Accepting A Stolen Hope RP Blog

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The 70′s were fun and all, but being able to come back to 2016 was something Ben wanted more than anything, a place where he could actually show his face and not be called a monster any longer. It seemed that the world he returned too was not all rainbows and butterflies though, as even his own team had to disband due to the uprising of anonymity problems. Nothing good could come from that, he supposed, and suddenly, he was back to square one. Sure, people didn’t run in fear from him, having gotten used to his rocky mug being filtered around. And, he still continued to fight the occasional crime, seeing that no one else was doing the job in his part of town. But, he felt alone, not sure where Mary Jane winded up in all of this business, and not having a faint clue as to where she even was, which is what made it all the better when he spotted her from across the very bar they had met in, like it was some sort of fate. 

Sneakily running up behind her, Ben let his large hands grab at her small frame before leaning into her ear and whispering, “I sure hope your sober enough to get home tonight, or do you need to stay at my place again?”

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“Oh no, but it definitely is now. One of the best I’ve ever told, honestly.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. She faked offense when Ben sassed her before poking her tongue out at him like an annoyed child. “I will finish it all, and I’ll finish it record time.” Probably… Maybe. She could have added it on, but instead she left those words unspoken because though she was determined, they both knew Ben was probably right. She took a bite and shifted a bit in her seat so she could more comfortably before looking back at him. “This was a good idea.” She felt her cheeks heat up, before she spoke just a bit quieter. “I really do like spending time with you, Ben.”

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“Mhmm.” Ben muttered with whipped cream stuffed in his face before gulping it down. He only looked at the lovely Mary Jane sitting across from him, wondering how he got so lucky as to score more time with her. It seemed rather impossible of a thing since she was absolutely perfect. And, she was so kind too. “Well, I’ll hold you to it then.” He grinned widely, nodding along at her next words. “And yeah. This was incredible. I like spending time with you too Mary Jane. Some of the most fun I’ve had in a while.” He just felt so at ease and comfortable around her.

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“For such a big place, it’s quite small.” Ororo agrees with a smile and a nod. Her head tilted to the side as she listened intently to his explanation, not with pity, but with fascination. “I don’t think you got the short end of the stick.” She admits without hesitation, her eyes bright with pride. If there’s anything that Ororo gets worked up about, it’s being proud of one’s abilities. “I think it’s amazing. What can your friends do?”

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“It can feel that way, definitely.” Ben nodded back before his grin grew. “Well, sometimes I think the exact same way, but other times... it’s not so easy.” He chuckled heartily. “I appreciate all of that though. You’re are very kind Ororo. One of my friends can basically stretch his entire body to any length, and my other friend can turn invisible. Her brother has some flame abilities.” He explained with a short scoff. “We’re...sort of a superhero team, I guess. Not really as popular as the Avengers or anything, but, we try.” He joked.

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“It sure seems that way.” Ororo laughs, sliding the bowl a bit closer to the center of the table. She’s not all that disappointed by the fact that she’s just wasted five dollars on yogurt that she doesn’t even like- after all, what’s the point of life if you spend time worrying over choosing a few wrong flavors? “Small town, then. I’m familiar with those. The place I lived in while I was in Kenya was like that.” She explains,-though the a collection of homes that weren’t quite close enough to each other to be called a town, everyone was familiar with everyone. “I’ve noticed.” She says in reference to the teddy bear comment, laughing. It was only a matter of time before her curiosity overtook the conversation, though, and she changed the topic with a question. “If you don’t mind my asking… how did your outside come to be? Were you born like this?”

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“Really? That’s incredible. Miles and miles apart, and yet, so similar in structure. The world does seem to work in magnificent ways.” He commented back, looking over the woman with gentle blue eyes before smiling at her question, unsure if she was ever going to bring it up. He gave a slight hearty chuckle and then shook his head. “God no. Born like this? That would’ve hurt my mother more than anything.” He couldn’t even imagine. Quickly, he added, “No, no. I was human looking at one point. This... was all...an accident. Cosmic radiation actually. I was on board a ship that went through mild contamination, and...sort of...transformed the entire crew. Though, I’ve seemed to have gotten the short end of the stick while my friends have less...noticeable features.” He grinned back. “But, don’t worry, I’m used to it by now.”

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“It’s very sweet.” She explains, swallowing quickly before laughing. “A little too sweet for me, personally. I feel like I can taste each individual grain of sugar.” She chuckles at his welcome, nodding her head agreement. “Well, thank you, Ben. It’s much appreciated.” She leans forward, almost conspiratorially, before she speaks again. “You know, most other New Yorkers aren’t this friendly. Are you from here?”

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“Well, that would make sense. They’re really putting the batter into cake batter, huh?” He joked senselessly finishing up his own cup and pushing the bowl away from him. “You’re very welcome.” He politely replied back before leaning closer to her to give into the act as well. “I was born and raised here, though, not the city, about 40 minutes away, smaller area, you know, neighborhood kid where everyone knew everyone within a 5-block radius.” He nodded. “But, that’s just a stereotype, yanno? Plus, I’m nothing but a big ol’ teddy bear on the inside.”

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[text]: I can’t believe I have to spend New Years Eve in a hospital. (kennedy !!)

[text]: What! What the hell happened?[text]: I’m coming over right now Ken! Which hospital?[text]: Dammit, you better be okay.

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“I think so as well.” She grins, finally taking a bite of her yogurt, which causes her eyes to widen. “That tastes… interesting.” Ororo says, suppressing a laugh. At his question, she shrugs, pulling a face. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” She half-jokes, chuckling. “It still feels like I’m dreaming, sometimes. Like I’m gonna wake up and be back home.”

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Ben watched with a careful eye as Ororo seems to have her first taste of the cake batter frozen yogurt. “Interesting?” He asked back, laughing himself wholeheartedly. “That’s...good, I think?” He looked back over her and the nods with a slight shrug. “Well, I don’t want to pinch you, but I can tell you you’re not dreaming.” He smirked. “Welcome to New York is probably the more appropriate response.”

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[text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.

[text]: I’m not gonna let you spend it by yourself![text]: I swear, I am on my way right now![text]: Have I ever told you how much I hate Christmas traffic.[calling Mary Jane Watson]

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♡ | ♛ | ➸ |♘

♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe. 

Ben looked at Mary Jane for a long time before his eyes glanced back up to what she was pointing at. The mistletoe hung over them like an impending balance, and if Ben’s rocky skin could have shown the blush, his cheeks would have been redder than her hair. He chuckled awkwardly before giving her a slight shrug and a tilt of the head. “Rules are rules.” He muttered sheepishly while looking back down at her. “Not that I’m complaining.” Ben mused before tenderly brushing some of her hair back. He leaned down and closed his eyes before meeting her lips with his as he gave a soft smile.

♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s. 

10. Ben let out a small breath, knowing that it was now or never. The mistletoe had been one thing, but there was just something much more magical about the brand new year, right? 9. Something that was less unprecedented than any other time of the year. It would be the perfect time. 8. He liked her so very much too. He had to let her know. If not now, then when? 7. He set his champagne down on the table, having had a huge gulp of it moments before to settle his nerves. 6. The finals moments were coming in as the ball rose higher and higher in Times Square. 5. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his large form. At the very least, she’d be the first person he would wish a happy new year too. 4. No, no. He could wimp out so late in the game. 3. There were mere seconds closing in on him. 2. Now or never, remember. He turned her frame against his, as he felt his heart racing. 1. Gently, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, leaving her with a kiss. “Happy New Year, Mary Jane.” He muttered out under his breath.

➸: Our muses decorate their house together.

She was singing all the right tunes, and he only hummed along, bringing in box after box of all the Christmas themed goodies. It wasn’t every year Ben got so festive, what with having lived a lifetime of celebrating Hanukah, but with Mary Jane, he wanted to make her happy, and he really got into it, having raided the stores for all the lights and decorations. “Our place is going to put the Griswold’s to shame.” He joked with her as he pulled out an inflatable snowman. 

Stringing the lights up was easy as he easily hoisted Mary Jane on his shoulder and held her with one hand, keeping her balanced, and feeding her the lights with the other. It was a very precise system that wouldn’t have worked so well without the size of Ben, something he was rather proud of. And, once they lined the house with lights, it was time to string the trees outside. Their whole yard was going to be lit up with the festive green and red lights he had gotten them. 

♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it.

"She is a beauty.” Ben started out, his hands on his hips as he admired the bare tree in the corner of the room. All of his handy-work into making it stand worked out perfectly, and he was rather proud of what he and Mary Jane had picked out.

“It’s a little...empty, don’t you think?” Mary Jane asked with a short nudge in Ben’s side.

He chuckled and then gestured to the box of lights and ornaments, perfect for decorating any standard tree. “Let’s get the lights on it first, and then we can do the ornaments.” He smiled down at her before pulling out the strands of light and connecting them all together. With teamwork, they wrapped the lights around the tree and gave it a shine that plugged into the wall. Then, Ben delicately placed some of the ornaments at the top of the tree, while Mary Jane covered the bottom half, making sure to leave no branch untouched. It was beautiful, a masterpiece even, and once they were both done, Ben and Mary Jane stepped back to admire their work.

“It looks good.” Mary Jane smiled up towards Ben as he looked down at her. 

But Ben shook his head, and wagged a finger at her. “It’s not done yet. We have one final piece.” Mary Jane skeptically looked him over as he reached into the box of decorations and pulled out a golden star. “Would you do the honors?” He asked her, handing the star over and lifting her by the waist so that should could place the tree topper.

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✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. 

Ben piled together a large snowball with his even large hands, practically immune to the touch of the frozen substance. It had snowed all over the city, and he knew that all of it would go to waste by tomorrow as New York often left the white pure stuff into a mixture of dirt and other disgusting things in a matter of minutes, so Ben wanted to enjoy it while he could. And that just so happened to be by initiating a snowball fight with New York’s finest; Carol Danvers. 

He rolled the snow into a palm fitting ball as it looked more like a volleyball more than anything, and he grinned to himself, thinking about all the ways Carol would pay him back for what he was about to do. It was all going to be worth it, he thought to himself, and without another moment of hesitation, he brought his arm back and launched the large ball of snow in her direction, making exact contact with her back. And, as she turned around, he only gave a large grin back, waving at her just to let her really know it was him. War had been declared.

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ツ: Our muses go caroling. 

“Oh come on, do we hafta?” Ben grumpily replied to Wanda, giving her a scornful look. “We already sang to half the neighborhood.” His large rock body had been perfectly topped off with a nice jolly Santa hat and he looked down to his singing counterpart who seemed to give him a pleasantly perfect pout.

“Fine, fine, one more house, then I’m outta here.” He gruffly stated as he stomped down the sidewalk towards the next place of residence. It just wasn’t Christmas without the carols, and while Ben only agreed to it to make sure the streets were safe, he knew deep-down he was having a little bit of fun, which Wanda probably picked up on the moment they finished at their first house.

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Mary Jane knew Christmas could be crazy for most people that had normal families, and she knew Ben’s family was far from normal. So instead of being a bother on the actual holiday she’d bother him just as the clock struck twelve. She was pretty sure he’d at least be amused by it, hopefully he’d appreciate it. She’d spent most of the day baking for no one in particular, (it was for Ben, but she didn’t let herself think that.) So when she turned up at the Baxter building with a corny Christmas dress at a minute past midnight, it was simple to say she got some very odd looks from the doorman. Knocking on door of the floor they they on MJ instantly felt nervous for reason’s she wasn’t quite sure she wanted dwell on she waited for one of the fantastic four, hopefully Ben, to open the door.

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At the knock on the door, Ben turned to the clock on the wall, lifting a brow and getting up from the sofa. It was midnight, December 26th, and the rest of the crew in the place was asleep, or tinkering away (Reed), and Ben was enjoying a rather lonely night watching infomercial after infomercial. It seemed it was either that or late night talk shows, which he had never been entirely too fond of, unless they were talking about sports, but that was highly unlikely. The knocking pulled him away from the dozing off after stuffing his face with turkey and mashed potatoes all day. Christmas had been fun as the other celebrated graciously and Ben couldn’t resist but join in the fun, but he had missed Mary Jane all day, though he certainly didn’t expect to see her when he opened the door. “Mary Jane!” He exclaimed as his eyes fell onto hers. “I...Merry Christmas!” He stammered out pulling the door back further to let her in with a large grin planted on his face. “Please, come in. You look...very festive.”

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Ororo follows suit, handing her yogurt to the cashier and smiling as they exchanged pleasantries, before paying and following Ben to one of the tables. “School, mostly.” She explains, stirring the toppings into her yogurt with her spoon as she speaks. “A professor from one here came and recruited me.”

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“Oh really?” He asked, surprised, unsure of what that all could really entail for the young woman. “That is highly interesting ma’am.” He replied back with a smile. “That must be pretty exciting though! New place, new school, meeting new people. How do you keep your head straight?” He chuckled as he took a bite of his yogurt.

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Do you think you really fit in with the rest of the Fantastic Four?

“There’s a good answer and a bad answer to that, but since it’s the holiday season and all, I guess I shouldn’t be all mopey.”

“So, yeah. I do fit in with the rest of the Fantastic Four, and nobody can convince me otherwise. They’re my family and like every family, we all have our clashes. Fortunately for us, we get through them together. Just because I may not look like a normal human being anymore doesn’t make me less of a family member.”

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Where are you in the love department? It seems everyone wants some clobbering time with you.

“What can I say, I’m a rock when it comes to stability.”

“No, but seriously, I can’t complain. When the ladies come a-knocking, Ben’s a-game comes out. Though, currently, there’s only one girl that has my heart.”

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“Some sorta vegetable health freaks tell us is good for us these days. I’ve had a smoothie with it in, gross.” Clint pulled a face when he remembered it. “What about stuffed crust? Yummy.”

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“That sounds god-awful.” Ben commented as they approached the building. He threw away his empty yogurt cup in a sidewalk trashcan before actually making it to the building. Then, he opened the door for Clint and nodded. “Stuffed crust or go home is what I usually say.” He chuckled before following inside. 

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Ororo brightens at the compliment. “Thanks.” She grins, her expression returning to one of indecisiveness as she continues to stare at the wide array of toppings. “Hmm… what would taste good with cake batter?” After a moment, she chooses a few that seem like they’re safe to mix in with her flavor of yogurt. “I hope this ends up tasting alright.” She says as she makes a face, chuckling.

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“I’m sure everything out here will taste good.” He motioned to the tabletop of fillings before handing his bowl over to the lady with a soft grin as she rang him up. “So, Ororo, what brings you to New York then?” He asked after paying and taking a seat at one of the large tables.