#friendshippy

[thewalkingbuffydictionaries]

Awww, the feels! 

[imaginetheassistant-blog]

Imagine the Assistant swearing but not knowing what it means. Mort is mortified but also trying not to laugh at how much it reminds him of himself.

[imaginetheassistant-blog]

Imagine the Assistant getting lost in the Mall and Mort having to find him, fending off whales and those rat-spectres.

[imaginetheassistant-blog]

Imagine the Assistant falling in love with someone and asking Mort for advice.

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Imagine the Assistant waiting for Mort to come home one day but he never does. He sits by the door, waiting and waiting for days until the end comes, then in whatever afterlife exists in the OFF world, he finally sees Mort again.

[myhonormydreams]

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[shinyorangemushroom]

There are times when Yumi wishes she had more girlfriends. She's thankful for Aelita, but she can't help but wonder if she missed out on some part of childhood with slumber parties. When she thinks like this Aelita reminds her that anytime they want to feel girly they just need to call Odd up. With his successful clothing line and  boutique he still will take time out to doll them up. They can also tease him about his crush on William that he has yet to do anything about. That makes her feel world's better.

[mywritings777]

Title: Coffee and Confessions

A friendshippy Blam fic

Prompt:  while having coffee blaine and sam bump into some guy sam knew at stallions. they had a little thing, but didn't get very far when the guy figures out that sam is still in high school, would've been like 16 year before, he says something about missing a jailbait bullet and for sam to look him up when he's legal. of course sam will have to explain that little encounter

“Sam!  Hell, boy, what’re you are doing 50 miles from nowhere in Ohio?”

  The nice-looking man with dark hair and the white smile stopped beside the small table Sam and Blaine were sharing at the Lima Bean, sipping coffee and pouring over their history notes.  At the sound of his voice, so froze, his expression broadcasting ‘OH SHIT’ very clearly.

  The stranger didn't seem deterred, glancing down at the school books.  “Hey, did you leave to go to college or something?  That's good.”

  Sam still wasn't speaking, so Blaine offered, “High school.  We're seniors.”

  That actually made guy blink and reach out to pat Sam on the shoulder.  “Oh…well, good on you, going to school….”

  “I’m 17, Nico.” Sam had found his voice and addressed the man directly despite his red face.

  The man – Nico-- drew a sharp breath and pulled his hand away from Sam, staring hard.  After moment, he huffed, “Well, I guess I should think Tosha for barging in and being a total cockblock that night.  If you’re legal the next time you're in Kentucky, look me up.”

  With that, he stalked off, leaving a surprised Blaine to stare at Sam.

  After brief silence, Sam offered, “So, by the way, I like guys too.”

  Blaine nodded.  “You liked him?”

  “I was drunk…and it's not like he's hideous, just kind of obnoxious.”

  True enough.  “If you want to talk about….”

  “I'm good.  Let's get back to Nebenezer.”

  Knowing Sam would talk when he was ready, Blaine nodded.  “Nebakanezer….”