#benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

[hermannsthumb]

For the autumn fic meme can you do number 7? (maybe Newt trying to be brave and failing miserably? >:3)

7. scary movies

from autumn fic prompts here

WHEW i've had an exhausting few weeks but things are finally calming down and i can devote time back to my beloved little dudes again. i have a longer fic i'm working on for spooky season but it's also HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILL SEASON once more!! here's an old old one I never got around to filling

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"I am not," Hermann says, "as easy as you seem to think I am."

Newt's not sure what's more disconcerting here: hearing someone outside of, like, 1950 refer to themselves as easy, or Hermann apparently worrying that Newt might apply that word to him, in the lust-inspiring glory of his sweatervest, baggy wool slacks, stiff collar, daintily crossed ankles, the twelve inches he's left between them, and the full-body shudder of displeasure he gives whenever Newt makes the mistake of looking in his direction. And worrying about it so bad he had to reach over and pause the movie to make sure Newt had his full attention before making the declaration. Yeah, easy, that's sooo Hermann. He wouldn't even take off his shoes before he got on Newt's bed, because it would've been quote-unquote too intimate. What a harlot.

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about," Newt says. "Am I missing some, like, signals? Is this some sort of Gottlieb mating ritual?" The only thing Hermann has done all night is snap at Newt for burning their popcorn in the microwave (among a host of other offenses, ranging from breathing too loudly to keeping the brightness on his computer too high). Newt thinks he would've noticed if Hermann was suddenly fluttering his eyelashes or taking off his shirt or something. Actually, if Hermann considers picking fights easy behavior, then Newt suddenly has a whole lot of their relationship to reassess here. As in, all of it. Maybe arguing is part of the complex intricacies of Gottliebian mating rituals, the rest of which involve unstylish haircuts and submitting HR complaints. Newt should pay closer attention to these sorts of things.

"No," Hermann snaps. "I am referring to your invitation, which was clearly a pitiful attempt to seduce me, and my subsequent acceptance thereof, which was against my best judgement and that I began to regret almost immediately." He folds his arms across his chest and scowls at Newt. It's not as intimidating as he clearly hopes it'll be, because there's a decent amount of burnt popcorn crumbs clinging to the front of his sweater, and his glasses are crooked.

"I'm not trying to do anything but watch a movie, dude," Newt says.

"Oh, yes, for now," Hermann says. "But soon enough you'll be so terribly frightened that you'll need to turn to me for comfort, and then one thing will lead to another, and then—" He shakes his head darkly. "I can assure you now that will not be happening, despite any efforts to the contrary. Feign your fear all you wish."

That's the problem with trying to be anything but a mortal enemy to Hermann—the guy's always gotta act like Newt has some sort of dark, mysterious, ulterior motive going on. Cups of tea always have to be deliberately brewed too bitterly with too much milk (instead of just, y'know, the shop Newt went to messed up his order), invitations for excursions into the city or late night talks on the Shatterdome roof are trying too hard to make up for whatever Newt's crime against him of the week is. Hermann can never just accept kindnesses from Newt at face value. Technically, Newt supposes he did have a slight ulterior motive in inviting Hermann over for spooky movie night tonight that verged beyond selflessly giving Hermann a social life into self-serving, but he's been literally upfront about it from the start. And it has nothing to do with getting a hand under Hermann's four layers, thank you. "I want to watch this new movie," he said earlier in the lab, while Hermann eyed him suspiciously, "but it's supposed to be scary as shit, so I don't want to do it alone." If it gives him nightmares, then at least he'll have someone to commiserate with.

Newt's not sure whether he prefers Hermann to see him as a big baby or a skeezeball. Big baby is worse, maybe—at least the alternative means Hermann thinks he's, like, at least mildly suave and a mega-pro at seducing grumpy mathematicians. But it all also raises a very important question. "If you knew I was gonna try to seduce you, then why did you come over?" Hermann was being pretty quiet about everything, up to and including when Newt told him to make himself at home on his bed, until now.

Hermann coughs, and mumbles out something about not having anything better to do with his time, then something else about Newt having wily machinations. "Let's finish the damned movie," he says.

Though Newt's chosen to let Hermann believe he's speeding down the skeezeball route tonight, that doesn't actually change the fact that Newt is, at heart, kind of a big baby—but also only when it comes to sooome horror movies, because he's usually really awesome and punk about these things, and you don't cover yourself in tattoos if you don't have a high tolerance for discomfort, and Newt was watching monster movies before he had object permanence. Unfortunately Newt is not currently covering himself in tattoos or dealing with his dad's admittedly questionable age-appropriate media decisions, but rather curled up in a sweatshirt and watching an evil spooky ghost slash through teenagers like nothing on his laptop with Hermann. The reviews weren't wrong about the realistic special effects. Newt makes a small noise that's definitely not a groan and turns his face away, just a little bit. "I don't understand why you enjoy subjecting yourself to rubbish like this," Hermann says. He's wrinkling his nose. Newt thinks the fiery power of Hermann's disdain could stop the homicidal movie ghost right in its tracks, which strangely makes him feel a little better. "We could be watching an infinite number of other much better films."

"Great idea," Newt says. "K-science movie night, every Friday. You can make the popcorn and choose the flick next time, I'll order pizza." Pizza sounds great right now. He should have dragged Hermann out into the city for pizza night and drinks at the worst bar he could find and made him eat something for dinner with nutritional value for a change (well, okay, in terms of comparison to the scalding tea and toast he usually has for dinner, a pizza is like a damn salad bar), not lured him into his messy bunk for a scary movie night neither of them are actually feeling. Maybe it's not too late to change their plans. There are probably still a few 24/7 delivery stragglers out there in a city this big that haven't yet succumbed to being stomped on by kaiju. "Is that guy still getting chainsawed?"

"No," Hermann says. He looks up at Newt's laptop screen quickly—he'd been distracted, picking crumbs off his sweater—and corrects himself, only just audible over the whirring of the ghost's chainsaw. Not a very creative weapon of choice for a slasher. Chainsaws are kinda been there done that, Newt thinks. "Er. Yes. This has been a rather prolonged death scene."

"Yeah, dude, no shit," Newt says. He tucks his head in against Hermann's shoulder, because it's not like Hermann can possibly think any less of him right now, and he's relieved when Hermann acquiesces to the touch and doesn't boot him across the room. Hermann's sweater smells kinda weird, like he left it out in the rain and didn't bother washing it after it dried. It's still soothing to be this close to him. Ugh, not that Newt would ever, ever admit that out loud, how embarrassing.

"I told you your charms are not going to work on me, Newton," Hermann sniffs, even as he gives Newt's shoulder a pat, and then something, bewilderingly enough, that Newt might call a reassuring squeeze. He doesn't move his hand afterwards. "No matter how pathetic you look right now."

"Thanks? Um, I think?"

Something particularly gnarly must happen on screen, because Hermann suddenly winces and drops their popcorn bowl, sending the remainder of it (mostly vaguely salty kernels) scattering across the floor. He reaches out and angles Newt's laptop screen down, just a centimeter from being shut entirely. A slasher-chainsawing-ghost victim screams their heart out through the muffled speakers. Hermann closes the laptop the rest of the way. "I think we ought to pick something else," he says.

"Sounds great," Newt says.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

[pixelstarr]

Yone: how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Ezreal: microwave for 40 minutes 😔

K'Sante: why were you microwaving a lemon?

Ezreal: i read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots

Kayn: did you burn an orange too? HOW?

Ezreal: microwave for 40 minutes 😔

#(original post from Tumblr by users frogitivity #comfybi #and benito-el-gato-con-gorrito) #heartsteel #heartsteel memes #im gonna make an edit of the whole image at some point #yone #ezreal #k'sante #kayn #league of legends

[spiltinksky]

Seokmin: Once, I accidentally set a lemon on fire.

Minghao: How exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Seokmin: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Minghao: Why were you microwaving a lemon?

Seokmin: I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges. I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells but I didn’t own any pots.

Minghao: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Seokmin: Microwave for 40 minutes.

#seokmin #minghao #the8 #dk #dokyeom #seventeen #svt #incorrect quotes #kpop #incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect seventeen #incorrect svt #incorrect svt quotes #source: tumblr #source: frogitivity #source: comfybi #source: benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

[thesundaytea]

Tea, your polls make me realize I don't think about these gay scientists a normal amount. You post a simple question and my brain has a long-ass answer locked and ready to go.

Oh my dear Benito, I think it's much healthier for your mind to not think of them obsessively😂😅

Jejeje ya pues, and thank you so much for participating in my polls!🥺 I love making them with hard/endless possibilities✨

#benito el gato con gorrito #friend #mutual #tea's tea #asks #pacific rim #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann

[newtgottlieb]

Secret santa gift for @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito ! I hope you like it :)

#Been a hot second since I drew a whole piece tbh #lizard screaming #kaijuarttag #newmann #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newtmann #pacrim #pacific rim

[attackboss6]

Shoutout to @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito for following me after I poked fun at their mad footwork

💗 we will have a summer wedding

[loveregrown]

Benito el gato con gorrito hocchan is actaully kind of perosnal like donyou think he has a little hat I thinkhe does awww little baby hocchan with a hat on his head and hes a kitty cat awww

#❀

[keylime-bat-art]

Aw! Thanks for tagging me, @letswonderspirit !

rules — shuffle your “on repeat playlist” and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people

Moonlight by Kali Uchis

Get Naked (I Got a Plan) by Britney Spears

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Blow by Kesha

Obsessed by Mariah Carey

Gimme More by Britney Spears

Come Around by M.IA. and Timbaland

Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars

I'm a Slave 4 U by Britney Spears

Double Bubble Trouble by M.I.A

Bonus song!

I Wanna Go by Britney Spears

Eeeer I don't have ten ppl to tag lol sorry:

@mia-beak @maya-must-art @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

#playlist #songs #spotfiy #music #i have so many gosh dang britney songs #idk why but I started to really get into her music this year #she's really talented so it's to be expected:3 #i definitely love romantic and pop/dance songs a lot as you can see

[mhaccunoval]

Hot pink <3

❥ hot pink — we both have brain rot in the same areas

all of the kisses for all of my brain rot homies <333

#ask game #you all are lovely #sorry about the mental eelness though #benito-el-gato-con-gorrito #pant rambles

[missanthropicprinciple]

36, newmann?

36: “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

oh I’m gonna make this sappy 

Hermann caressed the petals of the bouquet Newt had brought him, smiling fondly to himself as he recalled how the biologist had sneezed repeatedly into the giant bunch of pink and white peonies. 

Since they became an item Hermann discovered Newt was full of romantic gestures. Flowers, chocolates, love notes (”You can’t leave such dirty notes all over the lab, Newton! Someone will read them!”), cheek kisses, casual touches, cooking, and, the biggest shocker of all, even occasionally cleaning his side of the lab.

Hermann, a glutton for punishment, forced himself to remember his life before Newton was his lover, lest he should be too happy for any given length of time. The lab had seemed colder, and he had felt so empty, like he’d been starving. Newton felt miles away. Until the blissful day when they kissed, after the war  ended. Hermann didn’t notice he was trembling but suddenly Newt’s hand was on his back.

“Babe, are you alright? No oh my god, shit, dude, you are not ok.”

“Newton, I...” Hermann struggled to compose himself. 

“Hey, hey, come here, baby. I got ya.”

Hermann clung tight, weeping on his scruffy man’s shoulder. Newt rubbed his back and shoulders. 

“Awww Hermann, what’s wrong, hon?”

Hermann sniffed, clinging to Newt but pulling away enough to wipe his eyes. 

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like,” Hermann said, looking half destroyed and somewhat damp.

Newt teared up and croaked out, “Oh. Herms. I...uh, the feeling is mutual, dude.” 

Hermann kissed him gently and pressed their foreheads together. “Love,” he said.

#totally ignoring PR2 tonight #newmann #my fanfiction #ficlet #benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

[hermannsthumb]

75, but kinda like a secuel to your fic for 3?

halloween is over which means it’s officially that time of year where i watch a bunch of shitty hallmark movies as background noise and imagine newt and hermann in all the romantic scenarios instead........AND revisit all my leftover winter ficlet prompts from last year! the op of the original prompt list has since moved to pillowfort so i’ll link the list from there instead. this one is a sequel to one i wrote last year (one of my favorites of my own imo) w/ cool uncle hermann and hot single middleschool science teacher newt found here

75. our first date is spent walking around our small town holding hands and talking as soft snow falls around us 

from winter writing prompts here

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It gets dark before long, and--following a quick text from Karla informing Hermann she’s finished her errands and is on her way to pick the three of them up--Hermann decides he ought to round up her kids. The string lights hung around the ice rink have flickered to life, and between them, the haze of the falling snow, and the fresh piles of it gathering atop the nearby pine trees, it makes for a strangely pretty picture.

The snow flecking Dr. Geiszler’s eyelashes makes for a pretty picture, too.

“I’ll get them,” he says, when Hermann stretches his stuff limbs with a groan and prepares to trek back across the snow. He stills Hermann with a hand to his arm. He’s still wearing the silly mittens. “No offense, dude, but they’ll definitely listen to me more than you.” He waggles his eyebrows and gestures to himself with his thumb. “Teacher.”

Hermann nods and sags back against the railing. He wasn’t fancying the idea of shaking life back into his frozen joints and shouting himself hoarse anyway. “Thank you, Dr. Geiszler.”’

“Newt,” Geiszler corrects with a wink. “You wanna hang back with me so we can get that coffee? My apartment’s only a few minutes away, I can give you a ride to your sister’s afterwards.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” Truthfully, he hadn’t expected Geiszler to make good on his invitation. Hermann isn’t the sort who gets asked out on spur-of-the-moment dates, especially not by cute, scruffy strangers; it seemed too good to be true.

“Be a second,” Geiszler says, and then cups his hands around his mouth and bellows, “Hey, guys, over here in five minutes or you’re on lab clean-up duty for all of January!”

This gets their attention. Fast. After a minor setback involving a missing hat (found, as it were, in a snowbank on the other side of the railing), they’re ready to go with time to spare when Karla’s car pulls up at the curb. She rolls down the passenger window while her children (pushing aside shopping bags and flinging in wet coats) clamber into the backseat, and waves at Hermann. “Did you have fun?” she says.

“Oh, loads of it,” Hermann says, sarcastically. Karla grants him a small, amused smile. (You’d be hard-pressed to get much more out of a Gottlieb, really. Hermann often envies her children for how easily mirth comes to them.)

“Well, your torture is over at last,” Karla says. “Get in. I got Indian takeaway for dinner.”

Behind Hermann, Geiszler coughs, and Hermann flushes. He hadn’t forgotten Geiszler--not by any means--but he’s not quite sure how to explain I have a date to his sister in terms that don’t use the word date. Date carries an awful lot of baggage. “Ah, actually,” he says. His voice sounds falsely casual even to his own ears. “That won’t be--necessary. Dr. Geiszler has offered to take me home.”

“Hi,” Geiszler says.

Karla peers around Hermann and narrows her eyes. “You played the piano at the winter program,” she says.

“Sure did,” Geiszler says. “I organized the whole thing, too.”

“Dr. Geiszler is going on a date with Uncle Hermann,” Hermann’s niece informs her mother solemnly. 

“It’s coffee,” Hermann says quickly. “Only coffee.”

“Coffee and a ride back on my motorcycle,” Geiszler confirms.

Motorcycle? Karla nods slowly. “Of course.” The window rolls back up, but not before--like he’s still her kid brother, and she’s caught him sneaking out the back door at midnight to meet up with a boyfriend all over again--she calls out “Don’t stay out too late, Hermann!”

Her car peels away.

Geiszler sticks out his hand. Hermann takes it.

The coffee shop Geiszler takes him to is two blocks away on main street, kitschy and tacky as anything from the outside, and has, predictably, closed early by the time they get there. The sign in the window blames it on the inclement weather. Geiszler scuffs his unlaced boot against the snowy sidewalk and groans. “Well, fuck,” he says. “Sorry. I guess there’s always Starbucks. This place rocks, though, I wanted you to see it.”

Hermann gives his hand a consolatory squeeze. “Oh, I don’t need coffee, anyway,” he says. “The cup you bought me at the rink was just fine.”

“The cup I bought you at the rink tasted like shit,” Geiszler says.

“It was fine,” Hermann says.

“Dinner, then,” Geiszler says, peering up the street at whatever still has its lights on. Most of the businesses, Hermann realizes (from the Indian place Karla ordered from, the antique shop, the used bookstore) have closed early tonight. There’s a single diner, equally kitschy-looking, still lit up with neon. “Do you like…” He hums. “...Hamburgers?”

“Not particularly.”

“Neither do I,” Geiszler admits. “What about--”

“How about we just take a walk, Dr. Geiszler?” Hermann cuts across. “I’m really not that hungry, and it’s...a nice night.” It is, really: fluffy snow, and old-fashioned lamp posts, and not a car in sight. Geiszler’s rainbow flappy hat and lumpy mittens. 

“It’s Newt, dude. Newt,” Geiszler insists, but he links their arms together with a smile.

They make their way back down to the park that houses the skating rink--now also closed for the night--and start down a small, well-lit path. “So what’s the infamous Uncle Hermann doing in all the way over here?” Geiszler says. “The kids said you teach in England.” He nudges their shoulders together and grins. “You don’t exactly sound like a local, anyway.”

“Winter holiday,” Hermann says. “I’ve a month off of work, and nothing to do with myself, really, and I don’t see my sister all too often--well, she thought it’d be good for us if I came to stay. For me. What’s a scientist doing at a middleschool hosting winter programs?”

Geiszler laughs. “The arts are important, man!”

“But a middleschool--out of everything you could be doing--”

“I like it,” Geiszler says. “It’s--I don’t know. Fun. I like teaching kids. Like I’m shaping scientists of the future or whatever.” Hermann hums, skeptically, and Geiszler sticks his tongue out. “Okay, I know that was corny. Shut up.”

They loop the whole of the park, hand-in-hand, and talk about the most inconsequential things: the weather (the first snowfall Hermann’s witnessed this December), their research (Geiszler is astoundingly intelligent, with a comical amount of PhDs), Geiszler’s mittens (personally hand-knitted after all), how much longer Hermann is in town for (until mid-January), how Geiszler ended up at that middleschool in the first place (he moved to town to be near his father, and they were hiring for Earth Science and Music). Their footprints have entirely disappeared under fresh snow when they make it back to the ice rink. It’s far later than Hermann realized, too; the large clock hanging at the front booth reads a quarter past ten.

“I guess I should take you back to your sister’s,” Geiszler says. He points in the opposite direction of where they walked main street before. “I’m down that way. I--”

He doesn’t get to finish, because Hermann (feeling pleasant and bold) leans in and brushes a kiss against his cheek. It’s cold and scratchy with his stubble. “I would like to do this again,” Hermann says, while Geiszler blushes and gapes. His glasses have slid all the way down his nose. Hermann pushes them back up for him. “If you’re amenable.”

“Wow,” Geiszler says, giddily. “Sure. Okay. Hah!”

Then he steps directly onto a patch of ice and slips and falls on his face.

Luckily, he hits the snow, though he does lay there for some time and groan. It’s a bit dramatic. Hermann pokes the small of his back with his cane once he starts to get bored. “Are you alright, Newt?”

Geiszler groans again, though with a distinctly affirmative flair, and rolls over. “You called me Newt,” he says. He pushes his glasses back up again.

“I did,” Hermann says, with a very small smile. Then he shivers. The chilly air has gotten a lot more noticeable now that he’s standing still. “Now please get up and take me home before we both freeze to death.”

“Cool, okay.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #feel free to send some in lmaoooo we've got 2 months #benito-el-gato-con-gorrito

[ruin-cain]

Mmmmkay. I was tagged by @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito! Thanks!

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // Lemonade or unsweetened iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafes // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or Happy Hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or watercolour // fairy lights or candles

Tagging the whole fuckin gang:

@rysttle @elisajgolden @death-v-elvis @northstarfeukren @wgepinor @datfandomweirdness @jelleighfish

Who ever the fuck else. Later nerds.

#cain qs #[dabs]

[mckoyofanantiqueland]

Jubilations and delight!. Never done one of these before,

how exciting

I was tagged by the lovely @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito! (thx, <3)

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // Lemonade or unsweetened iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafes // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or Happy Hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or watercolour // fairy lights or candles

If anyone’s up to answer then go on ahead, by all means, but i’ll tag

@joann-of-snark , @fishing-for-fishies & @wickedwonderlandd

#never done one of these befor #I should interact more with my mutuals #i swear i see you #im just shy #(T-T) #if anybody ever wants to chat #hit me up

[thesundaytea]

@benito-el-gato-con-gorrito Es de mi agrado compartirle:

#HACE MUCHO QUE QUERIA HACER ESTO JAJAJAJJAA #Estoy feliz con el resultado #tea's tea #amateur time #animation #myart #pacific rim #pacific rim uprising #*gags* not real not real #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #jake pentecost #newmann

[thesundaytea]

Tag game!

Thank you so much @missanthropicprinciple !!✌🏻✨

Last song I’ve listened to: Pumped Up Kicks by KK Slider (cover)

Currently watching: Once Upon a Time (I’m on season 2 baby)

3 ships: Newmann, TBH x BTW creature, and Broppy

Favorite color: I’m warming up to blue now💙

Currently consuming: an Almond Joy bar

First ship: I think it was Wall-e and Eve :)

Relationship status: single :c

Last movie: Mulan

Currently working on: a Pacific Rim animation :) amateur time!

Tagging 9 people to get to know better: @thattripleabattery @benito-el-gato-con-gorrito @misfit-with-a-pen @keepcalmandeattoast @likemonstersinlove @one-thousand-cherrytrees @imaginativefanatic @jtownraindancer @1reiyuu

No pressure obvi ;)

#tag games #tagged #mutuals #tea's tea

[thesundaytea]

@benito-el-gato-con-gorrito WTFFFFFFF IT'S RED IM SCAAARED

#tea's tea