#Platonic hugs among men

[the-purest-wolf]

What if men play team sports just for an unassessed feeling? For hugs 👀👀👀

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[gatitties]

Dye it baby

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture

─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five

How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻

Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭

You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.

You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.

For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.

But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.

You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.

You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.

"By the way, today is dyeing day."

"Hmm? It is?"

You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.

You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.

"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."

The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.

Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.

Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.

"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"

"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."

You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.

It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.

While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.

"Who should be first?"

You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.

You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.

"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."

You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.

You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep

The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.

You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.

"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"

You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.

"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."

Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.

"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."

"Why?"

"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."

"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."

"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."

They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures

Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.

The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.

But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.

Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.

"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"

"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"

"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."

You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.

"Ow, it has very sharp spines."

You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.

"Let's get you a doctor."

"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."

"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."

"Okay big baby…"

As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.

"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."

Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.

BONUS

"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"

Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.

"Sorry mom."

They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.

"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."

#yandere platonic bonten x reader #bonten x reader #reader insert #fem reader #motherly reader #xreader #yandere platonic #platonic reader #tokyo revenger x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #haitani brothers #rindou #rin #ran haitani #mochi #mochizuki #kaku #kakucho #mikey #sanzu #takeomi #kokonoi #old reader

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Now That We Don’t Talk | Jake Seresin blurb

Takes place during the TGM events

TGM masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x ex!reader (past romance), the dagger squad (platonic)

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, slight suggestive content, cheating, breakup | female!reader | wc: 2.2k

Note: I’m obsessed with 1989 TV and I’ll admit I was never a TS fan growing up but her OG 1989 I liked and I fuck with some songs Evermore, Reputation, Lover & Midnights. That being said, I’ve got the vault tracks on repeat and as a fellow directioner….Harry, baby, I thought you’d be safe.

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“You went to a party I heard from everybody. You part the crowd like the red sea, don’t even get me started. Did you get anxious though, on the way home? I’ll guess I’ll never ever know. Now that we don’t talk.”

His number had been deleted for well over three years when she stepped foot into the familiar bar she once called a second home. It’d been just as long since they’d seen each other, neither aware they’d be reunited in mere moments. When she did find his face among the crowd of their colleagues, she froze, contemplating running out the door and back to her car. Images of their last night flooded her mind. She could recall the constant pinging of her cell phone. Text messages from mutual friends informing her that he had been seen in an intimate embrace with another woman before disappearing from the party.

When he got home he avoided her like the plague. Anxiety consuming his entire being, making it clear the rumors were not rumors. They were true as the sun brightened the sky in the day and the moon reigned at night.

“Jake,” her whimper made him freeze, hand on the railing of the steps leading to their bedroom. No response, only a shake of his head before he continued his journey up. Leaving her to cry herself to sleep on the kitchen floor.

It was a domino effect in the days following. The trust was gone, Jake going out more and coming back late at night. Eventually after two weeks of prolonging the inevitable, Jake returned to an empty apartment. All reminisce of their five years together gone in the blink of an eye. She left a simple note, “Hope it was worth it.”

“You grew your hair long, you got new icons. And from the outside it looks like you’re tryin’ lives on. I miss the old ways. You didn’t have to change. But I guess I don’t have a say, Now that we don’t talk.

Natasha was the first to catch her eye in the Hard Deck, putting down her beer to run over and greet the pilot with a quick hug. Careful not to let anyone else see since they were in uniform. “I’m so happy to see you, Blue.”

She returned the smile, though hers was more tense, “It’s great to see you too, Phee. How’ve you been?” Nerves swarmed her belly with each passing minute. Despite being happy to see her old friend, she was unable to ignore the elephant in the room. The man she thought she’d marry and grow old with on a farm after retiring from the Navy with a bunch of kids and animals was several feet from her.

Overall, Jake had not changed much since their breakup. He was tanner for starters, definitely more toned. But he still had that aura of confidence sometimes confused with being cocky and golden blonde hair making him appear like a life-sized Ken doll. Throughout their relationship she noticed the stares they got from men and women alike. Woman looked at him with want and at her with envy. Men did the same but opposite.

It always surprised people when they got together. Complete opposites, they were known to have a rivalry during their time at Top Gun when they were on the path to becoming the Navy’s best fighter pilots. Jake loved to get under her skin, she loved to deflate his ego. Somewhere the dislike and tension turned into complete desire. And before they knew it they were sneaking into each other’s dorms and getting naughty in the locker room showers.

Her body reacted when he was looking at her. He’d spot her in a crowded room and instantly the woman felt heat along her veins. And she felt that fire right then when a sudden rush of jitters sweeped her figure.

Natasha sensed it too, noticing how the woman became tense. Peeking a glance to the side, a glare took over her once soft expression, “We can go somewhere else if you want.”

“No,” she objected with a slight wave, “I’m fine. A little surprised--although I should’ve expected he’d be a candidate as well given the context of this mission. It’s just we haven’t talked since….”

“I understand,” Nat assured, placing a hand on her back and leading her to the bar. “Let’s get you a drink first, then we’ll deal with him.”

“I call my mom, she said that it was for the best. Remind myself, the more I gave you, you’d want me less. I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost. And what it cost, now that we don’t talk.”

Her mothers words replayed over and over again with each step as the two approached the group. Jake was leaning over the pool, calculating his next shot when she moved straight past him causing him to lose focus and miss the ball he was aiming for completely.

“Blue!” Javy shouted, picking her up in a big hug and spinning them around. Not caring if superiors saw or the fact his best friend, who happens to be her ex, was right there. “I’ve missed you, Girl. What’s going on?”

“Nothing much, Javy,” she couldn’t help but giggle. Of all the friends Jake had, Javy was the one who still reached out to her from time to time. Plus he ripped Jake a new one when he found out why they broke up. To this day he still gives him hell for it. “Let it be Top Gun, to bring us all under one roof.”

“Don’t you know it,” he clicked his beer with hers. The two taking a swig at the same time. “Have you met these clowns?” he motioned to the three to his left, “This is Payback, Fanboy, and Bob.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” they shook hands, greeting her with the same enthusiasm. When Bradley arrived she was once again scooped up into a hug, although this time she caught sight of Jake’s hardened expression. That shouldn’t have surprised her. Bradley Bradshaw was the one man Jake always butt heads with.

But the blonde quickly shook it off when he realized he got caught. He had no right to be jealous. It’d been three years since they broke up. And it was his fault nonetheless.

“Well I’ll be damn,” Bradley set her down gently, still embracing her. “If it isn’t Miss. Blues Clues.” A playful slap hit his chest when they parted.

“You know I hate that name, Bradshaw.”

The two caught up briefly, sitting on stools at the opposite end of the pool table. At one point Bradley made her laugh that the beer she’d been sipping on spilled off her mouth, causing him to giggle and hand her some napkins. While dabbing the liquid away, she locked eyes with Jake. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Pinning her to her seat with an unreadable gaze.

She nearly broke, feeling a speck of desire to talk to him, but then remembered her mothers words, “the more you gave him, the less he wanted you. While you may forgive him for all the hurt he brought you, you cannot subject yourself to that again. You deserve better.”

“What do you tell your friends, we, shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can’t pretend it’s platonic, it’s just ended so…”

She made a silent vow to herself, recalling the painful memories, the phone conversation with her mother along with bits and pieces friends have told her over the years of what Jake had relied on as the reason for their breakup. She would not fall again to his charm. There was no string that could be tied up in an attempt to fix what was cut.

Around them were friends they’d spend long weekends with. Javy and Nat were the most frequent, both having witnessed their relationship blossom and die. It made her wonder what others they hung out with knew. Whenever they’d see each other in passing the conversations always felt like they were walking on eggshells around her. And because she wanted to move on, she’d never ask what Jake told them.

For the sake of their jobs she’d be civil. The past was the past and it would stay there, but she’d make sure to remember it whenever those old feelings threatened to surface. From the looks of Jake throughout the night, he felt the same. It was obvious he wanted to find a moment alone with her to talk, but she refused to let that happen.

“I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest (off my chest). Remind myself the way you faded ‘til I left (until I left). I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost (what I lost). And what it cost, now that we don’t talk.”

When she arrived at her dorm that would be her home for the next three weeks, the first thing she did was retrieve the letter to herself she wrote all those years ago. It was crumbled, having almost thrown it away several times, but remembering the significance within the words inked on the lines, she always pulled it back.

Parts of the paper were withered. A result from the teardrops that had fallen when she took to her desk after the phone call with her mother to write down everything weighed on her chest. Pouring her heart and soul into the paper. It wasn’t much, only taking up the front of the page, but it was enough to get the message across.

Her past self coming to remind her of those fleeting last months. Where Jake slowly became the ghost of the man she’d once loved. The constant worry and anxiety from hours of radio silence. Dinners that felt like an awkward first date. Not inviting her out with his friends anymore. HIs lingering eyes on women who weren’t her. Excusing it with bullshit remarks to make her think she was being dramatic. Finally, the party that sealed the deal.

To imagine what they would be if she gave him another chance would be an insult to herself. Instead, she thought about all she gained.

“I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock. Or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht. With important men who think important thoughts. Guess maybe I am better off, now that we don’t talk.”

After the breakup, she realized how much she hid herself from the world. There were things she pretended to like in order to please him. Like watching college football every weekend, entertaining mostly his friends and leaving her to sit on the couch with a book in hand only to not be able to concentrate with the loud ruckus they’d cause.

Or having to refrain from the things that made her happy. Singing at the top of her lungs in the car while her favorite songs played for the first time in years felt liberating. Not having to be careful on what she spent her money on now that she didn’t have to save more for rent because Jake started to blow his on going to the bar during the last several months of their relationship.

The worst was having to put on a facade in front of Jake’s superiors. Though stationed at the same base they were part of different squadrons. During the banquets and balls, Jake tended to make comments on what dresses she should wear and how to act when they arrived. He was always the kiss ass type who wanted to get promoted faster than his peers. Even though she praised him constantly, Jake was never satisfied unless one of his bosses complimented him. If she were honest to herself, she hated attending the events. Despite being in the Navy herself. Unless they were mandatory she’d find an excuse to not go. Being around men with egos as tall as the empire state building who only talked in statistics and status was draining.

“And the only way back to my dignity. Was to turn into a shrouded mystery. Just like I had been when you were chasing me.”

For the last three years, the way she carried herself changed. She had to for the sake of not letting her heart rot away. Taking back the self-respect she’d lost, after thinking for so long it was her fault Jake had betrayed her. That she wasn’t enough.

She was more than enough.

He was the one who chose to cheat. He was the one who didn’t try to defend himself or fight for what they had. He let himself go. He let her go.

So, after a good month of wallowing in self-pity and despair, she lifted herself up with poise and elegance. Remembering who she was before him. The woman who carried herself with confidence, never allowing anyone to tear her down. Who fought hard to build her career to what it was, after so many doubting her abilities.

The woman he chased after. Who at the core was strong, daring, resilient.

Sure, Jake taught her a lot. About herself, about what she wanted in a relationship. About love. She’ll never forget what they had.

She lost him, but along the way she found herself. And to her, that was everything.

“Guess this is how it has to be, now that we don’t talk.”

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[beatrice-otter]

What's your expert opinion on the idea of Jesus and John being in a romantic relationship?

Never heard of this one before! But I'm pretty sure it's wishful thinking and projection.

I'm assuming that it's based on the whole Beloved Disciple thing? For those who aren't familiar, In the last several chapters of John, there are several references to a Disciple Whom Jesus Loved. He's cuddling with Jesus during the Last Supper, he's there at the feet of the cross (and Jesus tells him to take care of his mother Mary as if she was the disciples' own mother), he's one of the first witnesses to the Resurrection along with Peter and Mary Magdalene, couple of others. Traditionally believed to have been John, though Lazarus is also a strong contender. (Lazarus is the only person in the Gospel of John who is explicitly named as someone Jesus loves.) And then there's also the theory that "the disciple whom Jesus loved" is a code for a reader-insert, because it applies to all Christians. We are all disciples (students) of Jesus, and he loves all of us.

Anyway, in the Last Supper the Beloved Disciple is "reclining on/at Jesus' breast/bosom/chest" and artists portray this as everything from sitting next to him to John's head in Jesus' lap. And any of these would be legitimate possible interpretations of the text.

But the thing to remember is that modern Western culture is very weird about men touching each other. We basically don't have any platonic physical contact between men, except for a quick hug with a backslap for Manliness. So there's a lot of things that we look at and go "aha! this must be Queerness!" and it's things that the culture in question would have thought was normal for men to do. Even if the guy really was lying with his head in Jesus' lap, it wouldn't necessarily be sexual ... and the Gospel author could just have meant they were sitting close together with the disciple in a favored seat. (In Luke 16, Jesus describes someone in heaven as being "in the bosom of Abraham" using a very similar phrase; I don't think he or the Gospel's author meant that being in heaven is having sexy cuddles with Abraham. Hilarious though that would be.) (You know what else is funny? Traditional Christian art about "the bosom of Abraham."

If you're looking for queer people in the New Testament, your best bet is the Roman centurion and his slave/servant. In Greco-Roman culture, being a male who was sexually penetrated was emasculating and made you lose massive status. So men who wanted male lovers would seldom have a lover of equal social status. Upper class men would take lovers from among their servants/slaves, and everyone would assume that the servant was the one being penetrated, and since the servant had less status to lose, that was fine. (The power dynamics involved are really awful.) Anyway, the centurion comes to ask Jesus to heal his slave--and makes kind of an elaborate production of it, so the slave must be really important to him. And he uses terminology that was sometimes applied to any slave ... but could also be used in reference to a rich man's low-class lover. It's circumstantial, but enough to make one wonder. (Jesus, by the way, heals the servant immediately; if there is queer subtext there, Jesus doesn't care.)

Because I can't not, here's some Bosom of Abraham art. We'll start with the ordinary:

and move on to the ridiculous:

(why do all the people look like babies in this one?)

#christianity #bible #bible scripture #jesus

[ryan-the-dark]

Tobey's angst attracts me, and I enjoy it even more when Becky is not the only one who comforts him (STILL TOBECKY FOR LIFE). Let the kid has other friends.

So yeah, this is based off this one scene with them in the background and wanting a fluffy scene with them for some reason because of headcanons and need for platonic relationships between men and women. Men and women can hug without any romantic feelings.

This is how it feels like being Theodore McCallister the Third.

You know that you do wrong. You hate what you do deep down. You hate that you just can't fit in.

You want to be friends with Becky Botsford. You want to be friends with people, but your ego, your insecurities, get in the way every time.

You want to be friends with everyone, but you just can't control yourself. You can't control how you are as a person.

You try your hardest.

You try so much.

At Katy's birthday party, that is when the cracks begin to show. When you broke that girl down to tears. She's friendly to you now, but you can't tell why.

It has been reinforced when you realize how untrustworthy you are as a person. When the librarian herself didn't believe you when you claim you didn't lose a book. It hurts. It all hurts so bad. At the time, you give off the impression of being unmoved and collected, but now...

Now, when reflecting among those events, you realize how right Becky was. Night after night, you feel the events of everything catching up with you. You garnered distrust from people with your actions.

Victoria Best? You relate to her so much because her parents are like how your friend was. He was worse. He viewed you as garbage, as a mistake. He called you that once. Ripped you away from the childish innocence of the world and brought down to face reality.

'You were a mistake. You were never meant to be born. You are trash.'

Your mother pull you away and went on a tangent on him. That has been the last time you saw him.

No one cares about you.

And you haven't helped it.

You... are dark.

Too dark.

That is why your father left you.

You and your mother.

Your mother will leave you eventually. You know she tries. She always tried to force you into clubs and meet people, but you throw that in her face. You hate that too.

Middle school...

Well, things are softening up... somewhat.

But you feel it.

The cracks... even more...

How did you ever end up with Rose and Victoria as friends? That is a question that you still ask. Will you lose them as well?

Surprisingly, you agree with spending time with them because it's easier. Rose's compassion and Victoria's joking nature makes it easier. Everyone else laughs at you. Everyone else treats you wrong. Not those two, surprisingly. Becky kind of warm up to you, but you know you started it all. Even if Becky and WordGirl are one of the same, that makes it worse.

You know your actions have been unforgivable. Trapping a living and breathing individual into a robot and forcing her to do horrible things. Threaten to destroy another's house two times. Cheat on a stupid election that ruined another event for her even though neither of you were selected.

One day, it comes undone.

One day, you can't hold back anymore.

People hate you. All of them. You realize it in Art class where you have to break off into groups. Where even people will work with comic book nerds than you. When you trips over a banana pill into a locker and everyone laughs. It stings.

You just... it never bothers you before. But why did it now? When Rose and Victoria push through the crowd, the latter grabbing her flute, a nonverbal threat to use it, when the former picks you up and leads you away from the laughs, from them all.

It has been the end of the day so you are led out. You fall against a nearby tree, as if bricks have unleashed on you, as if stress of it all, the hurtful words, the laughs, the mocks, all of them. Something wet is in your eyes, and you hate it because you are Theodore McCallister The Third. Crying is a weakness.

And of course they notice. They are your only friends. Becky is a frienemy if anything else. While she isn't exactly mean to you, there seems to be an even bigger wall thrown up. She doesn't joke nearly as much as she used to. You know you deserve contempt, that you aren't a victim, but still...

Will you do the same with Rose and Victoria because you're chasing dreams? You realize you need them. You need their friendship. You need Rose's chipper attitude and Victoria's competitive nature. Humans need other humans a lot of times, and you are just another among the spectrum.

But if you hurt them, if you mess everything up like you possibly did with Becky, with WordGirl, if you continue throwing fits, you can lose them too. And you don't want to lose them.

"Tobey, what's wrong?" the former asks while the latter appears concern, even though she wouldn't admit it.

"Why are you here?" You ask. "Everyone hates me." You whimper, but at that moment you couldn't care because it's been all painful and agonizing. You know that you'll push them away... eventually with your own actions.

Both look shocked. Even Victoria. The girl has never been a supervillain. At least not to the core. Just crappy parents. He knows that.

"We don't hate you," Rose speaks softly, and damn it all she knows exactly what to say. She calls you out when necessary but she knows how to be convincing. "You're a good person, Tobey. You deserve friends and support. Don't listen to those jerks."

"I don't know," you grumble. You aren't usually so emotional because crying wastes water, and no one in this city cares about a few waste soil. No one in the world as well. "I push everyone away."

"That's obviously not the case. Don't let them get to you." She pushed. "True friends wouldn't abandon someone for some imperfections. You aren't perfect, but nobody is."

You sigh. "I wish I can be better."

"You have to get there first. You are growing. Things are changing. Everyone changes with time. Just make the choice to change." he responds.

"You're alright. You're going to be okay." she pushes.

Victoria's snide nature falls away. Well, with a twist. "Yeah, I mean you're not the best like me, but you're still good enough to be around."

You snort. "Geez, thanks."

Rose rolls her eyes while Victoria looks entirely casual. "But yeah, we don't hate you, Tobey, we never will. I promise."

You straighten because you have already lost so much, and you wouldn't lose them no matter what. You care about them. Sisters you never had type of manners. Rose's capabilities in seeing through imperfections and Victoria's own struggles which matches your own.

You grip Rose's hand, and is surprised when Victoria's own grip your shoulder. And they pull you into a hug and you accept after the initial shock wears off. A hug that promise to be there for everything. A hug that promises unity and companionship. You haven't hugged other people besides your mother a few times, and creeping on WordGirl that one Valentine.

And you realize that having a few friends is alright.

Maybe...

Maybe this can be the new normal.

#theodore mccallister iii #Rose Franklin #Victoria Best #Becky Botsford #wordgirl #mentioned #Tobey angst #They're friends because I say they're friends #Unlikely friendships #Platonic relationships #fluff

[eolewyn1010]

#OCkiss24 - day 4

@ockissweek is still going on, and with Valentine's Day well and truly over (good riddance), have some platonic love for the aros among us, a little writing so I can give my drawing hand a break. Day's prompt is "lost", and my OCs in question are two French soldiers at the end of the Napoleonic wars.

[a little over 900 words]

Laurielle had managed to drag herself to one of the ruined tree trunks the cannons had shot to shreds. She was awake enough to decide that it was cover enough. So that was where she dropped everything into the mud, dropped herself, her rifle, her saber, and curled up with the intention to never get up again. There was no need. The battle was lost, the war was lost. She was oh so lost.

Bedding her head upon her knees, she shut her eyes. Dieu merci, but she was tired. There was occasional yelling in the distance, French calls for help and retreat, English screams that were a little close for comfort and hollered out the triumphant wrath of the victors.

Laurielle took a breath and another one. The air was still heavy with rain, and the thick smell of smoke and powder mixed with it was damn near suffocating. It didn’t quite manage to drown out the stink of blood, both of horses and men. How utterly pointless, mon cher.

She wondered if she would get the chance to tell him that yet. Was he dead already? It was unlikely he had fallen on the battlefield, but that defeat might well have been the last straw; he’d been suicidal since Fontainebleu. It might well be the easiest way to get out of the responsibility, she thought bitterly. Let the officers face the ruins.

“Laurie!” She opened her eyes, frowning. There was no Laurie here. To the others, she was Jean-Luis; who would call her that?

“Laurielle! Si tu m’entends, réponds-moi!”

Feeling mildly annoyed by that interruption of her self-pity, Laurielle glimpsed over her tree, saw Remy, saw the red coats a hundred yards over as they wandered the battlefield in search for prospective prisoners or their fallen and injured, and her brain instantly snapped back in command mode. “Moreau, vers le bas!” she bellowed.

Remy flinched and dived for cover next to her, but when no one yelled their way, he turned over to Laurielle and hugged her with the widest grin. “There you are!”

Laurielle couldn’t help but feel better, knowing that he was here and seemingly unhurt enough to walk around, but still gave him a deadpan look. “You’re awfully cheery considering we just lost everything.”

“Well, but I found you,” he pointed out, a sparkle in his eyes that he’d already had way back when they had been kids playing hide and seek in the streets.

A corner of her mouth twitched against her will. “What are you, eight? Be serious for a moment here; this is a fucking disaster.”

Remy bumped her shoulder with his. “Probably, but I found my little Laurie and now we get to go home.” He winked at her, and she pulled a face – he still had that same effect on her.

“To you, I’m still Sergent de Laine.” But the words didn’t curb the warm fondness that welled up in her. Remy was here, her friend, one of the big boys she could always keep up with, and he wanted to bring her home. And when he leaned his head to her shoulder and she could drop her head against his, she felt way less lost.

“What about the others? Jacques, Pierre, Edouard? Is Ney alive? And…” She forced herself to ask. “Napoleon, is he alive?”

She felt Remy shrug by her side. “Edouard is carrying wounded; Pierre is getting patched up, but it doesn’t seem too serious. Jacques…” He hesitated, and Laurielle tensed up. “Docteur’s had him on the table when I left the tent. He lost a lot of blood. As for the higher-ups… well, no one’s seen Ney since his last charge.”

Laurielle snorted. “Let’s hope he’s dead, the imbécile.”

“Men like him don’t die easily,” Remy grumbled. “As for His Majesty – no one has said something about him, so it can’t be anything dramatic, but I haven’t exactly seen him, either.” He left Laurielle’s side for a moment to peek out from their hiding place. “They seem to quieten down there. Shall we go back?”

When he turned back to her, Laurielle was close to tears. Remy still looked too much like the boy whom she had taught shooting with her uncle’s weapon. We picked up the guns too early.

“Go back where?” Her voice almost cracked on the last word. “What is there to go back to? To be executed by King George here, to be executed by King Louis at home?”

Remy knelt back down before her. “They’re not going to execute us; we’re not important enough. I mean…” He put up a pensive face. “They might execute you. You are a sergent, after all.”

Laurielle fought the urge to stick out her tongue at him. “Merci beaucoup, that does cheer me up.”

Remy laughed, and then put a hand on her cheek, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple.

Laurielle hugged him. What were fickle lovers, demanding mentors, lofty emperors against a friend? “I’d change you for nothing in the world,” she muttered into his jacket.

Remy held her close. He smelled like the battlefield, but he was warm, and he felt like home. “I should hope so. Come on now, you need to report back. And the Docteur’s been asking; he’s such a mother hen about you.”

Laurielle made it back to her feet. Fine then. If she could stand, she could walk.

#ockiss24 #stuff about my OCs #writing #pardon my French I really need to get my script to someone who actually knows the language

[yacinthemorning]

Birdsongs

Chapter 2

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Summary: The Life Pilgrimage is the biggest music festival of the century, set to take place all across the continent. Small-time rock band, GIST, and the up-and-coming alternative band, Empire, are both lucky to be among the hundreds set to make appearances, but there's just one problem. Neither can afford the travel expenses on their own. For better or worse, they're stuck with each other for the next five weeks as they try to make their dreams come true.

And, perhaps, among the chaos and music, two unsuspecting souls find one another...

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic), Jimmy & Scott (platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol, Bad Driving

Months passed, and Jimmy had almost entirely forgotten about the travel situation. To be fair, he barely remembered the event. Or rather, tried not, lest he start to get nervous. But time moved on, and the date snuck up on him. Right up until the night before and Scott rang him up asking how much luggage space he would need. And then suddenly he had two hours before bed to pack, all the while in his ear Scott flipped between calming him down and stressing him out. It only ended when Lizzie and Joel returned from their date night to settle both of the worked-up men down and help Jimmy in person.

Jimmy woke up early that morning, exhausted, with one very poorly organized medium luggage against the wall, a half-empty backpack at the foot of the bed, change of clothes already laid out, and his guitar held too-tightly in his grip. It almost made up for the fact that he forgot to set his alarm, and that the only reason he woke up was Lizzie pounding on the bedroom door.

Scott was already waiting in the driveway, tapping on his steering wheel while Fwhip one-sidedly chatted. Jimmy froze when they made eye contact. He was in A Mood. Probably not helped by the scramble Jimmy caused the previous night or how long he’d been waiting. Maybe he could call a taxi, but that would probably make things worse.

Bless his sister. Lizzie took one look at him, and before he could say a thing she was asking Joel to put her stuff in Scott’s car. It did mean Jimmy was stuck with just Joel for the entire half hour drive, but for once Joel forwent the teasing to instead excitedly ramble about the trip. They even managed to get through the Timmy’s drive-through without incident, which Jimmy chalked up to a pilgrimage miracle.

By the time they got to Gem’s house Jimmy was finally awake and more than a bit jittery, case over his shoulder so he could hold his hot chocolate to his cheek like a heater.

“It’s summer, dude. Not even that cold.” Joel joked. Jimmy just hummed, enjoying the warmth.

He heard Lizzie squeal. “Gem!”

“Liz!”

The two women practically knocked each other over as they collided. Her hair had grown out since Jimmy last saw her, tied back with flowery clips, but she still wore her favourite overalls, a few new embroideries added to its collection. There was another girl, almost as tall as Scott, dressed in a black sweater and beanie. She wore a kind expression, but there was still something a bit intimidating about her.

Behind them, wheeling out the last of the other band’s luggage, was someone much more in line with Jimmy’s mental image of what they would be like. He was muscled, shirt and vest sleeves cut to show it off, and covered head to toe in scars, dotted with a few tattoos. His face was rough, and he quickly snapped at something the girls said, though he sounded jovial about it.

Gem waved Empire over, giving them each a hug before turning to her bandmates. “This is Skizz, our guitarist, and Pearl’s our manager. Impy and Tango went to pick up the trailer.”

“Pleasure to meet ya folks.” Skizz said and held out his hand to shake each of theirs. “Gem lent me one of your CDs. Really love your sound, got a real folky-experimental vibe to it. Can’t wait to get the full live experience!”

Jimmy stuttered out a “you too,” as his hand was roughly shaken. Oh, god, were they supposed to listen to each other’s stuff before today? He hadn’t even thought of that. He could see from the look on Joel’s face that at least he was thinking the same thing. 

Gem laughed. “Ignore Skizz, he likes going above and beyond.” 

“Hey, any excuse is a good excuse to listen to some great music!” 

Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle escaping him. ‘Great’ wasn’t a term he would ever dare to use for what they made, not for lack of trying on Scott and Lizzie’s part. Those two at least basked in the praise. Scott even seemed to be cheering up again, enough to start chattering with Pearl and Fwhip. Or maybe it was the coffee.

Lizzie was off to the side still talking to Gem. “I’m so sorry we’re late, Jim got a bit behind.”

“It’s no problem, so did Tango. Apparently, he lost something? I dunno, Pearl was the one talking to him. And Impulse took his keys with him so we can’t even get our luggage in the van ‘til he’s back!”

At least Jimmy wasn’t the only one who messed up.

“Hey,” Joel called to him. “Help me with the luggage.”

Nearly thirty minutes later a large trailer pulled up to a very frazzled group. The new arrivals didn’t even get a word in before the chaos started. They were already well behind schedule. Ten people’s luggage had to be piled into a single minivan. Joel’s drum set was hassle enough just getting here, but getting two into the trailer storage compartments was a nightmare. Their saving grace was Scott and Pearl, the last stand between the large group and a giant toppled pile of panic.

Fwhip had just forced the last drum bag into the side compartment, backing off so Jimmy could force it shut. “I didn’t know we had so much stuff.” He whined. Their manager only gave a tired grunt in response.

Impulse came by to do one last double check on all the locks. The man was built, both strong and large-boned and a bit heavier. But, somehow, he managed to be the least intimidating of the GIST band members, with the kindest face Jimmy could recall, and the fashion sense of a dad at a backyard grill party. “Is that everything in?”

“Think so.” Jimmy replied.

“Good, then we can head off. Tango!”

There was a funny little noise, presumably of acknowledgement, before a head of scraggly blond hair held back by a headband poked out from the minivan trunk. Impulse took something out of his pocket and tossed it to him. “You drive the van first. Radio’s in the centre console already.”

“Me?” Tango whined. “Ugh, fiiine.”

Fwhip clapped Jimmy’s shoulder as he pulled himself up into the doorway of the trailer. “Jim, you go with him.”

“What!” He squawked.

“Hey, this is a two team effort! Plus, you made us late, so you’re first up. Now hurry up, you guys are leading.”

Jimmy pouted, but the redhead ignored him. Impulse at least gave him an apologetic pat on the back before heading off as well. With a deep sigh he awkwardly made his way over to the complete stranger. Whom he was going to be stuck with in a van. Alone. For the next ten hours.

 If he was honest, he was kind of avoiding him. Quite frankly, despite his stature, Tango was otherwise basically what Jimmy initially imagined GIST’s members to be. Leather vest, blood red pants barely tucked into bulky steel-toe boots, more than a few piercings, and at least one tattoo half-hidden by his short sleeves. The weird red glasses and oddly sharp-toothed smirk were not in his imagination, but they certainly didn’t not go with the look. He also quite visibly had some sort of pocket knife dangling from his neck. The exact type of person Jimmy tried to avoid.

Anyone friends with Gem will be fine. Anyone friends with Gem will be fine…

He held out his hands to Jimmy. It took him a second to realize they were for his guitar. He pulled it off his shoulder, only to hold it more securely to his chest.

“Don’t bother, you won’t get it off him.” Scott called from the window, giving an unimpressed, almost bored look to the two. Jimmy hugged it tighter.

Tango raised an eyebrow curiously but shrugged and closed the trunk. “C’mon little buddy, let’s get going.”

They shuffled into place. It was a lot easier getting his guitar into the van, thankfully. The van was shockingly pristine. He felt almost scared to put his hot chocolate cup next to a metal container he presumed was Tango’s. A walkie talkie had indeed been set up in the centre console, little stand and everything for it on the dashboard.

Before he started it up, Tango reached over with a hand once again. “Tango, by the way. Don’t think we properly met in all the hubbub.” He said with a giant grin.

For a moment Jimmy eyed it suspiciously, but eventually he pulled on a polite smile and shook back. The grip wasn’t as firm as Jimmy was expecting but shook a little too hard, Jimmy’s elbow banging against his case. “It’s Jimmy. With a ‘J’. Don’t let my bandmates tell you otherwise.”

“Oh, is that so?” Tango giggled. It was a bit wheezy, and broke halfway through, but it was an actual giggle. So far removed from his appearance that Jimmy was sure his brain immediately reset itself on any assumptions he’d yet made. It was downright adorable, if he was completely honest. “There a story there?”

“Sort of, I suppose.” The tension eased out of Jimmy’s body, his smile becoming something more genuine. “Not that interesting, though.”

Tango leaned back, pushing down one of the suitcases so he could see out the back window. “Well, we got plenty of time to share stories today. Let’s get out of here first, before the peanut gallery starts abusing their walkie talkie privileges.”

Jimmy made a small hum of agreement, and off they went. 

“So then Joel just jumped!”

“No!”

“Yep, flew through the air with all the grace of a mole tied to an anchor. Face went right into the floor! All in front of Liz.”

Tango full on cackled, hand slamming down on the steering wheel. Jimmy joined in, inadvertently crushing part of the map between his leg and case. “Was he okay?” Tango barely managed to ask, wiping a tear from his eye.

“He was fine. Drove him to the hospital but the only thing seriously damaged was his ego.”

“Ah, young love. The worst decision maker.”

Jimmy rested his forehead against his guitar, a wistful grin on his face. “I’ll agree to that.”

It was several hours into their trip, and so far the van had been filled with nonstop chatter. A few check in calls on the walkie and bathroom breaks were the only thing able to interrupt the flow of stories. It was nice having a new face to exchange with, someone who Tango hadn’t already known for years. He was honestly expecting plenty of awkward silence from Jimmy based on what he saw and heard from Gem. But once he started going, Jimmy never stopped.

He was so wrapped up in the embarrassing stories that he almost robotically took the map from Tango before Tango could even ask. It was kind of funny. Until Tango got curious and lifted up the empty Timmy’s cup slightly angled towards the other. It wound up absentmindedly in Jimmy’s hands for a good twenty minutes before he gave it an odd look like he had no clue where it came from and put it back. Then, Tango had a new game.

“So,” Tango leaned over to flip the radio to a new station when the old one finally fazed out of range, music replaced by some talk show. “Your band’s been together for a long time, too? If you were already doing shows in college.”

Jimmy hummed, as if he had to think about it. “I suppose, yeah. They had a thing going in the garage before that, but they got serious around then. Scott and Lizzie really wanted to go somewhere with it.”

They? “Were you not part of the group?”

“Hm?” It seemed to take a moment for it all to register. “Oh, uh, I guess that depends on who you ask. Ha…”

“What, were you backup or something?” Tango leaned back, staring at the man curiously.

Jimmy hesitated, rolling his head to the other side of his guitar case so Tango couldn’t see him fully. It didn’t hide the embarrassed blush. “Well, it was mostly Scott and Lizzie’s project, really. They only brought me in cause they needed a guitar. I’m not really on the same level as them or Joel, though.”

Tango hadn’t heard anything from them, so he couldn’t honestly assure Jimmy he sounded fine. But… “Hey, you’re good enough to get a spot on the pilgrimage!” He pointed out. “Two people can’t carry a four-man to that sorta thing. You could be the best soloist in the world and fail hard in a band.”

“I guess.”

“It means you add something. Your band wouldn’t sound the same without you, and that sound’s what got into the pilgrimage, Jimbo. Face it.”

There was a long pause where Jimmy had his whole face hidden, turned towards the window even if the case wasn’t in the way. Then he turned back to Tango with a teasing smirk and said, “What are you? My dad?”

It felt like a punch right in the gut.

Tango hung his head a protracted groan, pushing his knuckles into his eyes. “Nooo, just ship me off to the retirement home now, why don’t ya?” He whined, leaning on the steering wheel as he crumpled.

There was a yelp and a lurch, and a hand pushed him back into his seat while another grabbed the steering wheel. “Tango, watch the road!”

They swerved back into line, the van rumbling over the ridged divide and a few loose sunflower seeds scattering from the bag in the centre console. An airy squeak escaped the taller, who seemed to slump for a second before Tango laughed nervously, which got him a glare. “Are you trying to get us killed? Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel! And where’s your seatbelt? I didn’t even notice!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Tango waved off, reaching for the seatbelt.

“And you know what I’ve been thinking this whole time you’ve been driving really fast, too. You should slow down, we’re going to lose the trailer!”

“Yes mom.” He groaned, then froze with a small, “Oh.”

Both stared at each other for a full second before the van erupted into laughter. “You know,” Jimmy started once he was able to take a breath. “You aren’t nearly as scary as I thought you’d be.”

“I take offence to that.” He joked. A sign on the side of the road caught his attention as it flashed by. This was their turn off the freeway. Tango stuck his head out the window to double check the trailer was still behind them before he slowed. 

Jimmy held up the map for him to better see, and made a little noise, almost like a chirp. “There’s a truck stop with a few restaurants and drug store up ahead.”

“Cool.” Tango agreed, picking up the radio. “Hey, Impy, we’re pulling off up ahead for dinner.”

A crackly response came back. “Roger that!”

A few minutes later they were finally free from their prison, able to stretch out in the evening sun.  Poor Jimmy with his gangly limbs managed to crack every bone in his body from the sounds of it. Tango laughed as he splayed out over the hood, looping his guitar onto his back to press his face flat against the warmed metal while they waited for the trailer to park and file out.

When he finally noticed Tango staring at him his face lit up and sat upright. “Sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry about, enjoy the space before the rabble shows up.” Tango shrugs. Looking around, the easiest thing to find something for everyone was a Wendy’s visible through the window of the lobby. It was one of those giant stops with a constant flow of a dozen vehicles, nothing like the big empty gas station he was expecting when Jimmy said truck stop. Better for them, rather than ten of them piling into some poor diner with two staff.

The rest of their group piled out the side of the trailer like a clown car. Some looked worse for wear, poor Gem looking ready to hurl while her brother rubbed her back. The only ones who looked unbothered were Impulse and Pearl.

“Finally, I need to eat a vegetable.” Scott bemoaned, tying off the bag of snacks-now-garage they’d gotten at the last stop.

Pearl let out an amused gasp, “Mate, it’s been seven hours! Gonna have to get used to it.”

“I’ll amend my statement, then. I need something not covered in ketchup flavoured dust.”

“You let Skizz buy the snacks, huh?” Called Tango. Only Jimmy seemed to hear and tried to muffle a laugh. Tango flashed him a toothy grin while he pushed his glasses up onto his head. He pulled a notepad out from his pocket, “Alright, you guys get snacks and whatever toothpaste you forgot, and we’ll get the real food. What y’all want?” 

“Nuggets!” Both Gem and Fwhip shouted. “With honey mustard-” “With barbeque!”

Their heads whipped to glare at their twin. “You always get barbeque, it’s my turn!” Gem accused quickly, shaking her many friendship bracelets as she wagged her finger at him. Fwhip gasped, getting ready to shoot back before Tango jumped in.

“Hey, hey, no need to fight, I’ll get both.” He held his hands up in appeasement.

Their eyes went wide in awe, as if he had just turned water into wine in front of them. “You can get them to do that?”

“Of course?”

A gasp of laughter escaped Skizz. “What, you think they only allow one sauce per customer or something?”

Freckled cheeks lit up to match their hair. Oh jeez. Tango rubbed his hand over his eyes while the air grew thick with embarrassment and chatter. 

“Oh my gosh, you did!”

“They totally did.”

“Isn’t that how it works?”

“No, of course not!”

“But- I mean- Mom always-”

“Are you bloody kidding me?”

“Wait, did your mom tell you guys that you could only get one sauce?”

 “A’ight, a’ight.” Jimmy, bless his heart, managed to pull himself together enough to interrupt. “Orders first, then you can laugh at them.”

“Hey!”

Eventually they escaped the mocking circle with everyone’s order to sit in line for the long wait. Tango had to admit, though most of his experience so far was only Jimmy, he was starting to like this other band. They seemed more than a bit eccentric, but that wasn’t anything he couldn’t also accuse his own band of being. Well, no, it was a very different sort of vibe, that was for sure. Not a bad one, though. They might all even survive the entire trip.

He and Jimmy were the last to show up at the tables, and the bags were torn apart like they’d been thrown to rabid animals. True to his words, Scott only got a salad and coffee, meagre looking next to Skizz and Jimmy’s pile of burgers. Tango couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t all that hungry himself after snacking in the car all day. “Do you want some of my fries?” Jimmy still whispered, which got the first genuine smile out of Scott Tango thinks he’s seen since they met that morning.

“You good to drive the last two hours?” Asked Pearl beside him. “I can switch if you need to.”

Tango flashed her a thumbs up. “We’re good.”

“Sorry for dumping you with a total stranger.”

He shrugged, picking at another fry as he watched his driving buddy. Another of his bandmates – Lizzie, was it? – had started to tease him about sitting next to Scott. There was something odd about the way the other band interacted that Tango couldn’t quite put his finger on. Or maybe he had become too comfortable with his own friendships. “Seems like a good guy, I don’t mind.”

A few hours later they were pulling into the RV park for the night. Tango could have gone several more hours, but according to the rest it would throw off their travel route, and everyone else looked exhausted. Excitement had finally died down into a low simmer. Jimmy especially seemed ready to pass out. There was just one issue…

“Where’s everyone gonna sleep?” He asked as he dropped their cooler on a picnic table.

That woke everyone up. Glares darted among the group, but before fights could break out Scott stepped up. A notepad plopped onto the table. “I’ve worked out the arrangements while we drove. Pearl, Gem-” The two girls perked up. “-You two are with me in the queen.”

“Of course you give yourself the queen.” Fwhip rolled his eyes.

Scott ignored him. “Impulse and Skizz, you guys share the couch pullout. Fwhip you get top bunk, Lizzie and Joel can share bottom bunk.”

“Because we’re practically one.” Lizzie cooed, clasping her hand with her husband’s.

“Yes, you two combined are about the size of a normal person.”

“Hey!”

“And Tango and Jimmy can share the dinette pullout.”

“Again?” Jimmy groaned. Ouch, rude , though Tango understood. They’d just met this morning and it felt as though they were already being pawned off as each other’s babysitter.

Pearl smiled, “If you feel that strongly, Jimmy, I’ll switch with you-”

“NO!” Both Jimmy and Scott shouted.

The table went quiet. Jimmy shrunk down like he was trying to become one with the bench, while Scott rolled his shoulders back into his previous composure. “If we need to change sleeping arrangements later we will, but I think this is fine for tonight. We brought a tent for when we have room to set it up, so hopefully it won’t be cramped every night.”

A clap emitted from the end of the table. With his usually wide, friendly grin, Impulse stood up. “Well, there’s a firepit. How about we go buy a couple logs and beers and we have a fun first night on the road?”

Tango snorted. Leave it to Impulse to come up with the most dad get-along plan. 

“I’ll pass on the beers, but I’ll take some marshmallows!” Pearl seconded. Everyone else slowly loosened back up, agreeing with increasing enthusiasm. Imp and Skizz jogged down to the small park store before it closed. Scott, Lizzie, and Gem wandered off to get ready for bed first while the rest sorted their luggage. Tango wound up cleaning out the fire pit. Only Jimmy remained at the table, still looking half asleep and fidgeting with the strap of his guitar case.

Once the pit was ready for Impulse’s return Tango flopped down onto the opposite bench, wiping the soot onto his pants. “Sleepy?”

Jimmy startled, half-lidded eyes popping wide open and a little squeak like a chirp escaping him. When he realized it was not a serial killer sneaking up on him but just Tango, he seemed to instantly slip back into his half-awake state. Head rested against his case, he said, “M’not used to stayin’ up late.”

“You one of those morning people I’ve heard myths about?” Tangle chuckled when he got a sleepy nod.

“Early bird catches the worm. That’s what mum used to say. Although in her case it was a cow, not a worm.”

“Couldn’t be me, I haven’t gotten to sleep before the AM in years.” Tango smiled. Just the thought seemed to make Jimmy cringe, burying his face against his case and shaking his head. Chewing his lip, Tango finally asked, “Whatcha got there, anyways?”

That seemed to catch the taller man’s attention. He leaned back, staring at his guitar case like he’d only just realized it was there. There was a flash of some emotion Tango couldn’t quite catch. Then, he carefully laid it out on the table and popped it open.

Inside was a white Stratocaster. Hardly in the best of shape, with scratches along the edge from where it seems it’d been dropped or banged into things. Well loved, perhaps quite old by now, but in good playing condition. It would have been quite plain, in fact, if not for the stickers. All over the body, front and back as Tango got to see when it was lifted from its case, were various stickers. 

Tango had known people who’d put stickers on their guitars from venues they played or countries they travelled. That didn’t seem to be the case for Jimmy, though. There were a few, but most seemed to be cheap dollar store stickers, the kind that came in multiple themed covered in glitter that flaked off. One was the exact sort of gold star sticker one might get in primary school. It was placed right under a cartoon cowboy hat, which was next to a brown fish. Further along was a little yellow bird, slapped overtop another, bright red sticker. It was hard to see in the twilight, and it seemed someone tried to pick it off before the cheap paper ripped, leaving a streak of white through the middle.

Jimmy fidgeted more the longer Tango examined it, until he pulled it below the table. His ears were red as he stuttered. “Sorry to disappoint, it’s nothin’ special.”

“Wh- no! It’s a good guitar!” Tango raised his hand before he thought better of touching the man. They were still pretty much strangers. “It’s cute. You put those on yourself?” Idiot, of course he did, he chastised himself. Who else would? Some sticker gnome who sneaks into guitar cases at night?

It did make Jimmy perk up a bit, loosening his hold. “Yeah, whenever I see one I like, or for special occasions. Some of them are from my friends. Though, Joel said it would make it sound bad…”

“That’s just a superstition.” Tango handwaved.

“Ha! That’s what I thought. I told him it just needed tuning.” His chest puffed up slightly, a smug smile stretching across his face. If he was a chicken Tango imagined he’d be strutting around like he’d just won some great debate. It was adorable, if Tango was honest. 

Thankfully, he wasn’t. He cleared his throat, “So, is it, like, your lucky guitar or somethin’?”

“Hm?” Jimmy blinked, deflating in an instant. “Um, not really? It’s, um, it’s my only guitar. The only one I ever had.”

An impressed whistle escaped him. “Really? That’s amazing, it’s still in pretty good condition, then. Really spoke to you in the shop, huh?”

Jimmy let out what was quite possibly the world’s cutest noise, and his face turned bright crimson before it disappeared behind the guitar. Well that was certainly not the reaction Tango was expecting. He waited for a reply, but none came. In fact, no words at all came as the minutes stretched on. A bit worried, Tango was about to beg forgiveness for whatever nerve he’d struck when Skizz shouted, “Beer’s here!” and shattered the bubble they’d been in. 

A few people were already gathered around the pit. Pearl was bundled up into her biggest sweater while chatting with Gem, who was still running a towel through her hair. Fwhip eyed the pair of men with a knowing smirk that made Tango feel like an idiot but walked past them to help with the beers. 

Scott came out of the trailer buttoning up his pyjamas. “Jimmy, it’s your turn. Before you pass out.”

You would have thought the bench Jimmy had been sitting on was on fire. In one swift motion his Strat was back in his case and both were gone. Tango sat there for another moment, then groaned, slamming his head against the table. Wonderful, he’d already managed to shove his foot in his mouth only a day into their month-long trip. Not wanting to wallow in his misery, he grabbed his lighter from his pocket and joined Impulse. Maybe some controlled pyromania would cheer him up…

Caught up in his own head, he almost missed the unreadable look Scott gave him before he disappeared back into the trailer.

#tangotek #jimmy solidarity #team rancher #rancher duo #trafficshipping #empireshipping #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #hermitpires #traffic series #alternate universe #modern #fluff #sharing a slice of cake

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Two of Cups. Art by Nara Lesser, from Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot.

I was thinking that this was bending my rules a bit, since Christina Rosetti’s The Goblin Market is very much a literary single author fairytale, but then so are all of the Hans Christian Andersen stories I’ve used, so that’s not it.  And the idea of eating fairy fruit and being trapped in a fairy bargain obviously predates Rosetti by a long, long ways – the basic story has been told in lots of different ways and places.  The ones that really feel like they don’t fit to me are Pinocchio, The Wizard of Oz, and Alice, and honestly it’s messy and I can’t tell you exactly why those three don’t feel the same to me as all of these other stories.  Luckily this is my random project and I don’t have to justify my choices, so behold, Lizzie and Laura about to get in trouble.

Have y’all read ‘The Goblin Market’?  You very much should, it’s beautiful and a quick read, and you can find the full text here.  I read it lots of times as a child and then not at all for a long time – it’s been sitting on my shelf for 20+ years and I just hadn’t picked it up again till I read ‘The Goblins of Bellwater’ (excellent modern fairytale, highly recommend) and the section quoted at the beginning made me go WHAT and pick it up again.  I was a very oblivious child you guys.  I was busy with the scary goblins and tempting fruit and hahahaha platonic sisterly love story omg tiny Nara.

I mean:

‘Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bow’d her head to hear, Lizzie veil’d her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger tips. “Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”

And then later, when Lizzie has braved the goblins and gotten covered in fairy fruit juice to save Laura:

‘She cried, “Laura,” up the garden, “Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.”

So, yes, the poem both calls them sisters and very carefully points out that later in life they end up properly married with children but nope, sorry, ‘sisters’ in the same sense that the two doctors in Ballet Shoes are just spinster roommates.  

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MOVIES:

everything everywhere all at once, spiderverse, it, marvel, lord of the rings, star wars, the maze runner.

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alice - madness returns, until dawn, the quarry, the dark picture anthology, life is strange, little misfortune, fran bow, detroit - become human, animal crossing, what remains of edith finch, among the sleep, bendy and the ink machine, the last of us, five nights at freddy’s.

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Thorfinn’s brother- Somewhere not here

Fandom: Vinland Saga

Pairing: Thorfinn x OC!brother (platonic only)

Warnings: description of battle, follows the manga, swearing

A/N: i want to give Thorfinn a hug, he needs it :(

They had been walking for hours when they finally came to a stop. A hill that oversaw the Franks battle field below. There was a brief pause in movement before a voice yelled out, "Thorfinn! Bo! You're up!" The two glanced at each other before walking forward to the man who called them.

Thorfinn and Bo were identical twins who, through heaven or hell, never left each other's side. They had shaggy blonde hair, a shorter stature than the average boy their age, but a strong build. The only difference between them was that Bo had blue eyes, taking after their mother, and Thorfinn had light brown eyes, taking after their father. But both boys had a glare that could kill.

When the brothers reached the front of the group they were met with Askeladd. "We're joining in. Send a message to the leader of the attacking army." He instructed. Askeladd was in his 40's with short blonde hair, and deceiving blue eyes. He wore a metal breast plate that he never seemed to take off.

"Listen carefully, this is our message:" Askeladd began, "'Your tactics are pitiful! They are a sigh to make one retch! Therefore, our band of warriors offers its aid. Consider this once in a life time opportunity wisely, for we will surely guide you to victory. All we ask in return is half the spoils of war on the day of the fortress fall. Resume the siege in the morn.'" He wore his classic evil smirk.

'He talked for so long I damn near fell asleep. If this doesn't go well it's his fault.' Bo thought bitterly.

"Once you've given them the message, remain among them and observed the tide of battle. Understood? Now, go." Askeladd finished with a wave of his hand. But Thorfinn and Bo didn't move. "What? I gave you an order." Askeladd said, more demanding this time. "Guarantee a reward for us." Thorfinn argued.

Askeladd knew what they wanted, but he played dumb just to rile them up. "Reward? If the negotiation's a success, you'll each have three gold coins. I swear upon Tyr." Askeladd teased with such seriousness in his voice it almost could have convinced Bo.

The other men whistled in amazement, it was a good price, but Thorfinn and Bo didn't want gold. They had no need for it.

"Who asked for that shit? You know damn well what we want, Askeladd." Bo was annoyed, 'Bastard thinks he can treat us like one of his men.'

"Ooh now that's a scary face! Just a bit of humor, that's all." Askeladd brought his hands up in mock surrender. "But if that's what you want, boys. I'll need you to bring me the head of a commander, at least." He said more seriously.

Sounded easy enough, they had done that hundreds of times before. They glanced at each other again and started running down the hill.

Thorfinn and Bo slowed to a walk as they approached the camp. "Bet none of them speak Norse." Bo said to his twin. "Probably not. What a pain." Thorfinn sighed. 'How annoying.'

When they approached the guards at the front of the fortress, they spoke in Frankish amongst each other. The twins had no clue what they were saying, as they only spoke Norse and bits of English. "We're messengers. Can anyone here speak Norse?" Thorfinn asked the Frankish guards.

They were talking to each other in a suspicious tone. 'Guess they don't speak Norse.' Bo deducted. One of the Frank guards reached for Thorfinn, but he grabbed the guards fingers, twisted his arm over his shoulder and behind his back.

"We're messengers!" Bo said loud enough for the whole camp to hear, his tone growing harsh. "Can anyone here speak Norse!?" He asked again, as Thorfinn had a knife to the guards throats. Finally, someone raised their hand from in the fortress and he became their interpreter.

Bo told him they needed to speak with the general, other Franks just silently stared at Bo and Thorfinn with confused faces. Maybe they were wonder what they were saying, or maybe what kids were doing in this line of work.

The guards confiscated the brothers daggers and tied their hands tightly behind their backs. 'As if these ropes could stop us from doing anything.' Bo thought dully, side eyeing Thorfinn's tied hands, analyzing how, if needed, they could get out of the fortress.

When they saw the general Bo scoffed 'Their general looks like he couldn't even lift a sword. No wonder they can't break into the fortress.'

The commander was a very short, round man, who looked like he could care less about what was happening around him. He was shorter than Bo, which he thought would never happen unless a child stood next to him.

The commander spoke, then the interpreter repeated, "You want half the spoils? Oh, you mercenaries have grown too bold by far. But such boldness implies confidence. Yes, Normanni boys?" The Franks seemed surprised we were Norse.

Thorfinn just spoke to him dully, "Even a boy can see that attacking the main gate alone achieves nothing but the slaughter of your own men. You outnumber the defenders. They're concentrated toward the hillside gate, leaving the lakeside open. That's where we'll strike."

Another man, most likely the commanders right hand man, probably started to talk about how they couldn't do that. The Norse speaking man started to interpret but Bo interrupted. "So you won't accept our offer?" He cocked his head to the side. "Because Askeladd will take his hundred men right to the defenders."

The guards pulled their swords and spears against them, a swords up to Bo's throat, and 2 spears to Thorfinn's.

"The same will happen if we die. If we don't give the all clear signal... you will instantly be up against a hundred hardened warriors of the north." Bo said calmly, like having a sword to his neck was a normal thing. But in ways, it was.

The interpreter spoke after the commander again, "Bah, do as you wish. If your words are false, I will have your head. But if they are good and true, in the name of Jesus Christ, you will have your fair share of the riches." He finished.

"We want our short swords back. They're a memento of our father." Thorfinn asked as they were getting their restraints off. After a moment they reluctantly handed them their knives back. Bo let out an internal sigh of relief. Then the brothers asked for a bow and 4 arrows, then walked up the hill to give the signal that negotiation went according to plan, one high, three low.

Thorfinn and Bo found a tree to sleep on to await the morning. "You fought him last time, so it's my turn." Bo said, fatigue catching up to him. All Bo got in return was a tired, "Yeah, yeah I know."

Years ago when they first joined Askeladd's band they came up with a system as to who would duel Askeladd. They switched off fighting him, one duel Bo fights him, the next duel Thorfinn fights him, then Bo, then Thorfinn, and so on.

When morning came, the Frankish army lined up ready to charge the enemy again. The commander, his second in command, the interpreter, Thorfinn, and Bo walked through the rows of men to get to the front, "Boys! Your friends are no-shows. The sun is out and rising." The commander spoke impatiently.

Bo was tired of the man by now, and he could tell Thorfinn was too. "Just get on with the attack, fat-ass. You'll see soon enough." The Norse interpreter didn't say anything when the commander said something in Frankish back.

But the interpreter didn't have time to say anything as the commander yelled and the army charged forward to try to take the fortress. Thorfinn and Bo looked back and saw birds scattering out of the trees, which ment Askeladd was close, that was also their signal to move out.

Bo turned to the Norse speaker "Hey interpreter, which one's the enemy leader?" He looked shocked that Bo actually spoke to him directly. "Ah, see the one with a feathered helm?" He pointed to a man with red feathers on his helmet, "That's him." That was all the brothers needed to hear before sprinting into the battlefield towards the leader.

Arrows were shot at them but they skillfully dodged them without losing speed. They quickly approached a moat, jumping over the water, and plunged their daggers into the wall to keep them in place.

Arrows lessened and the sound of footsteps frantically running was a sign that Askeladd had arrived and put his plan into action. Bo started to scale the wall first, Thorfinn quickly following. Once they got to the top of the wall Bo slashed the closest man's neck and jumped into combat. 

Throrfinn and Bo were back to back, protecting each other, and swiftly making a bloody trail to the leader. One man tried to swing at Bo's head but he ducked below the blade and slashed his knife across the man's chest. Thorfinn grabbed the soilders sword and cut down man after man until he cut the leaders head off.

But unfortunately, the head fell straight into the water below. "Ah, shit!" Thorfinn yelled as he dove into the water to retrieve the head and his reward. "You idiot!" Bo screamed following his brother. Arrows flew past them in the water, luckily none of them hit as they swam for the generals head.

Bo was starting to run out of breath but he had swam faster then Thorfinn, so was he was closer to the head. He stretched out and grabbed the feather and held it with a vice grip as he and Thorfinn swam for the boats. As they were surfacing, Bo threw the head onto the ship and hoisted himself up into the boat, huffing for air.

Once again Thorfinn wasn't far behind him. "Bo, Thorfinn! You're alive?" Someone said, shocked they made it back alive. Bo ignored the people who showed concern, "Askeladd. That was their commander."

"Ohh! So you did get him." Askeladd said with fake enthusiasm. Bo took a deep breath and pulled out one of his father's daggers "We had a deal. You can't back out. I, Bo, son of Thors, warrior of Iceland. Upon my fathers blade, do seek a duel with Askeladd. To avenge my father's death."

Askeladd responded the same as always for the last 10 years, "I, Askeladd, son of Olaf, upon the name of my ancestor Artorious, accept Bo's challenge." There was a pause. "But." Just then arrows came whizzing at the ship, but Bo was unfazed, keeping eye contact with Askeladd. "Not this instant! Right now we've got to fly!" Askeladd yelled as more arrows rained from the fortress. "Man oars, you ugly shits!"

"Damn you!" Bo snarled before walking back to his and Thorfinn's usual spot at the back of the boat. They were coming up to a waterfall and Bo grabbed onto the side railing of the ship as they went down as too not fall out. Askeladd laughed like a mad man the whole way down. 'He's gone insane!' Bo thought, as the harsh wind blew past him.

After both boats made it down the waterfall in one piece, they were home free. Which is coincidentally, was where they were headed. Going home after the season of pillaging for winter.

While sailing to the island, Thorfinn and Bo kept their blades clean and pristine. While on the ship, the two would keep quiet, only quietly speaking to each other every once in a while.

As they got closer to 'homeland', they could see sheep still grazing on the fields. Bo and Thorfinn ignored the men talking, as they continued to erase any evidence of war on their blades with a cloth.

When the boat made it to the harbor, a crowd of people swarmed the dock, all the women screaming Askeladd's name. Bo rolled his eyes, not forgetting the duel Askeladd promised.

Askeladd departed to go to Gorm, the leader of the village. Gorm gave the band of vikings funding and food during their trips, and at the end of the pillaging season Askeladd had to pay Gorm back.

Bo and Thorfinn walked to Gorms house, walking through the crowd of women to get to Askeladd. All Bo needed to do was give him a look to show he was ready. Bo took his fur hood off and handed it to his brother. "Kill him this time." Thorfinn encouraged. Bo just nodded, wanting finally put to an end to this long cycle.

As the duel started, people gathered in a large circle surrounding Bo and Askeladd. "Ahem! We gather here in the name of the almighty Odin to observe this duel between Bo and Askeladd. The grounds for this duel being... Bo's desire to avenge his father's death." Gorm, spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. " Are there any objections from either party?" He asked.

"No." Bo's voice was hard as ice, putting his coldest glare on. "None from me." Askeladd spoke nonchalantly, even his stance screamed that he was just waiting for this to be over. And that just pissed the younger boy off more. Bo got into a ready stance as Gorm yelled "Begin!" People started cheering, rooting for whoever they thought would win.

Bo tried to strike his chest multiple times, but all attempts were blocked by Askeladd's sword. Bo swung for his throat, but Askeladd leaned to the side. "You can't humor an old man with just little-" Askeladd made his first attack by swinging at Bo, said boy bringing his blades to cover his chest. "- small talk first?!" Bo knew how strong his opponent was so this blow could be deadly, so to soften the blow he jumped away at the same time as the swing of the sword.

The crowd was going wild, more people yelling for the shorter boy now. Bo let out a breath and ran toward the other again. Bo's right hand aiming for the middle of Askeladd's blade, his left hand aiming for the handle. Hopefully to knock it out of his hand. Bo was successful in getting the sword out of his enemies grasp, but Askeladd reached for Bo's arms. All hope of killing Askeladd was gone.

In response Bo leaped back, cursing himself for the loss of opportunity. His opponent retrieved his sword and stood ready once again. "About your old man, Bo... er... um... oh, damn... what was his name? Tho, Thooo... Thork...?" Askeladd asked, know how to pushing all of Bo's buttons.

"Thors!" Bo yelled angrily. Askeladd knew he had him now. "Thors! Right, that was it. My memory isn't what it used to be, sadly. Look I really hate to bring this up during your long awaited bid for vengeance and all. But I've killed more than my share of men, you know? And I just can't remember your father for the life of me." Bo was fuming at this point, he was sure everyone could see steam coming out of his ears.

"Did I really kill this Thorill fellow? How did I kill him?" He asked. Bo had a death grip on his dagger. "You filthy bastard... if you'd fought fair, my father... would never have fallen to the likes of you!" Bo was shaking with rage, gritting his teeth, "If you hadn't taken my brother hostage!" He yelled.

"Ohhh, yes! Now it's coming back. He was the fool who gave up his life in exchange for his sons." Askeladd spoke, pushing Bo's final button.

Bo saw red, blinded by rage and charged the Viking leader. Bo ran with his right arm raised, ready to slice Askeladd's head right off his shoulders. But Askeladd easily caught Bo's arm, kicked one of his legs out from under him, and sent him crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. But Askeladd kept a hold on his arm with an iron grip. Bo grunted in discomfort, his arm being twisted uncomfortably.

"Can't lose control now, can we? You and your brother have got a lot to learn." Askeladd lectured, then snapped Bo's shoulder out of place. Bo gasped as pain the flooded his right shoulder. Bo laid on the ground for a moment before Bjorn, a tall Viking with dark brown hair, braided beard, and a helmet always adorned his head, came over to help Bo pop his shoulder back in place.

Bjorn didn't give any kind of warning, just quickly twisting Bo's arm to put the shoulder back in place, then walked away. Thorfinn helped Bo up and they walked away from the crowd to their fathers boat. After loosing duels they would sit on the boat all night, no matter the weather.

This night in particular it snowed. They shared body heat under a single blanket, since that's all they could find, and just quietly, enjoying each other's company. Bo made sure Thorfinn had enough of the blanket to stay warm, not wanting Thorfinn to catch a cold. Everyone else was celebrating the pillaging season, but the brothers wanted nothing to do with it.

They eurent here to celebrate, or raid villages. They were there to kill Askeladd. Kill the bastard who took their father, despite him winning the duel. Askeladd was nothing but a dirty cheater.

Bo glanced at his brother, only to see him asleep, looking peaceful for once. He was so close to joining his younger twin in the land of sleep when he heard his father's voice, "You're sulking. Did you lose again, Bo?"

"Father..." Suddenly Bo wasn't a 17 year old, hardent by war and driven by revenge. Instead he was a 6 year old kid again, scared of his father being angry with him. Hot tears were suddenly falling down his face, he missed his father so much it hurt sometimes.

"Nyah! Look at the little crybaby!" Thors teased, putting his big hand on Bo's head. "Are you angry, squirt? Do you want revenge?" Thors spoke with more seriousness, there was no hint of joking or teasing in his voice anymore. And that honestly scared Bo.

Bo tearfully nodded. "Hmmm... Well, you are my son. I suppose it won't do any good to tell you not to seek vengeance. Oh dear... how should I put this? You'll have to find out for yourself... what it means to be a warrior." Thors voice faded into the cold wind.

Bo woke with a start and pulled out his dagger and held it against a woman's throat, Thorfinn, who also woke up, held his dagger defensively.

She fell back in surprised and nervously stammered. "Ah... umm... L- lord Gorm told me to bring you both food." She had a basket previously filled with food, that was now spread over the dock. After picking up the food she handed them the food filled basket.

The two boys immediately started to scarf down the food. Even though Bo was hungry, he still gave Thorfinn extra food.

"Hey," the woman spoke shyly. "Are you slaves too?" Bo shot her a questioning look. "I mean, you're eating out here." She clarified. "We're free warriors. We're not forced to eat scrape in the kitchen, like you. We eat here because we choose to." Bo answered.

"Oh... really? It's strange. I just thought we seemed similar." She genuinely looked surprised to learn they weren't slaves.

"We have nothing in common with you! We wouldn't know how a slave thinks! If I were you, I'd kill Gorm and run! And kill any man who came after me!" Thorfinn yelled, taking a swing of water.

"How awful. I couldn't kill." She looked down with an almost shameful look. "Hah! Then enjoy life as a slave. It's your choice." Thorfinn mockingly laughed.

But suddenly her mood changed, matching the darkness outside, "If I ran... if I ran as far as I could. All the way across there sea, what would I find there? If there were a land across the horizon, a land without war or slaves. If there were a land of peace... somewhere that's not here."

'Somewhere that's not here?' Bo thought solemnly. He thought of a place told in a story he heard years ago.

A place that brought him ten years in the past

A/N: Hey thanks for taking the time to reading this! I plan on making on making this a series. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

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#fave - 82 posts

#unreality - 36 posts

#shining nikki - 27 posts

#stranger things - 24 posts

#strangerthingsedit - 14 posts

#yes - 13 posts

#art - 13 posts

#illustration - 13 posts

#will byers - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#being an unabashed fan… writing fanfic… being so preoccupied with songs and driving through the mountains and iced lattes and my little gays

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How s5 Byler would go down if I was in charge:

Will officially comes out (and he actually says he’s Gay. Like no just “I like men” he says the word gay)

Mike feels threatened by this because of his own internalized homophobia and sexuality, and gets upset

Will is understandably heartbroken and mad

Jonathan blows up at Mike

Next episode

Mike and Will haven’t resolved this yet, both are still upset and visibly uncomfortable w each other

Will and Jonathan talk about what happened, Jonathan is a fantastic brother once again

Dramatic shot of Mike staring at Will’s painting

He is visibly frustrated trying to figure himself out, thinking about Eleven etc., angry at himself for losing his best friend

Next episode

Mike thinks back to the “crazy together” scene

Realizes if he is gay and Will is gay, they can be gay together (platonically, not a couple in his eyes yet) just like they said in that scene

Mike tries to talk to Will, Jonathan refuses to leave them alone together, they end up talking in a closet for privacy with Jonathan outside the door “just in case”

Mike admits to Will he got upset because he is also gay and didn’t want to admit that to himself, they do the “crazy together” thing again, sappy mushy stuff, they hug and are best friends again.

Important that they are not romantically involved yet because Will still hasn’t fully gotten over Mike’s outburst. Jonathan is still wary of Mike despite Will forgiving him

Romantic tension is rebuilt over the following episodes

During the climax of main plot there is a Byler kiss (maybe Mike does it to save Will or vice versa)

Also side non-byler details: all the other gay characters get to actually call themselves gay or lesbian, and Robin gets a girlfriend. Mike gets more character development other than “boyfriend guy” and Eleven decides that she doesn’t need a man, or anybody.

66 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

kitten school newsletter call that a school mewsletter

92 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#3

amaury guichon will ask if somebody's already made something out of chocolate and not wait for an answer

104 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#2

Among us babies are like butterfly wings when you touch them the color comes off on your fingers

112 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

As much as everybody's justifiably railing on Chris Pratt for his acting, after watching the new trailer I honestly don't think Anya Taylor-Joy is a very good fit for Peach either. The problem isn't that they're bad actors, it's that they are not voice actors. When I hear Anya's or Chris's voice I don't picture Peach and Mario, I picture two regular adult people who wouldn't stand out in a coffee shop. Which isn't the point of animated movies and voice acting! ESPECIALLY with Mario! This is supposed to be a movie about cartoonish characters in a video game fantasy world saving the day, and their voices should fit with that theme. That's why Charles Martinet's Mario voice works so well, because it makes sense for what Mario is supposed to be. This trend of giving voice acting specific jobs to non-voice actors who have no experience with this kind of work is detrimental to animation and film! It is removing job opportunities from people who have spent their lives learning this craft and handing it over to a celebrity with no experience just because they're famous. The beauty of voice acting and animation in general is how you are completely creating a character. The whole point of voice acting is that you don't point to a character in a film and say, "hey, that's Chris Pratt" the point is that people will point to the charcater and go "oh, new character!" This movie is more and more frustrating to me the more I realize how much it feels like a money grab exclusively because of the casting. The animation, the music, and the effects are all completely perfect for a Mario movie, but so many of the acting choices feel like someone just rifled through a list of "100 most popular celebrities" and chose whoever was vaguely similar to "average white man voice" or "average white woman voice". No matter how popular these people are or how good they are at acting in front of a camera or on stage, they can not voice act.

10,140 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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[chochote-sijali]

Hope this doesn’t offend anybody but it’s been bothering me a bit

We need to bring back friendly kisses between men so people would stop sexualizing them all the time. Men should be able to share affection among male friends without being labeled a couple. Friendly kisses are some of the most adorable kisses out there, especially between close friends.

Unless it’s just people joking around and not taking things seriously, I shouldn’t have to see someone take a friendly kiss and make it seem like the men are gay. This is the exact homophobia that used to exist where homophobes thought men simply hugging were gay. The same homophobia that hypersexualizes women kissing too (while straight men kissing get a “sweet couples’ kiss”, women are literally there as some type of sexual enjoyment for people whether they’re straight or gay). I don’t get why people reinforce these ideas in 2022

Technically, we shouldn’t even just normalize same-sex kisses. We should normalize “hetero-platonic” kisses at that (homo-platonic kisses too, all different and same genders kissing, really). If you have in your head that you are not interested in your friend, any affectionate (or celebratory) gesture should automatically be considered platonic, period

[cheesus-doodles]

Wait what if reader meets south, u know he gonna love her cause she reminds him so much of his mother. Like this tiny girl gets picked up and hugged by the huge dude. (Mikey punching air right now) abs just cuddled against his chest. Calls her lil angel in Portuguese.

i feel bad the way TR is unfurling - let's just pretend nothing happened okay. have some fluff before i head back to my full-time job of writing fics, which is definitely my real job (apologies in advance if any of the portugese phases are wrong - had to use google to translate)

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Masterlist

tw: yandere, afab reader

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A Time Long Past

Yandere Platonic Toman

"Here, I tried my hand at making feijoada." Even as you stumbled over the foreign word, there was no hesitation as you delicately lifted the familiar bento box from your groaning paper bag, placing it carefully into his awaiting hand. "I hope it tastes all right, been stewing it since yesterday morning."

The lunch box, the largest one you owned and dwarfing both your hands combined, looked positively tiny now clutched in South's - or Minami, as he insisted you call him - enormous hand, the steam that drifted from the contents carrying with it the heavenly smell of your home cooking. "'brigado, meu pequeno anjo."

Thank you, my little angel. It was a phase that you no longer needed a translation for, having slipped out from your usually gruff friend enough times for you to understand. The rumble of an empty stomach was all too familiar to you, you letting a fond smile slip onto your face as you settled next to him, your own much smaller box in hand.

In any other setting, the two of you would have made an odd sight; the giant, almost feral-looking man with angry, piercing blue eyes, and you - a soft, delicate middle school girl with large doe eyes that hid nothing from the world. Yet in this tucked away little corner of town where even the police feared to tread, you somehow felt right at home among the rusting infrastructure and the occasional wail of sirens in the distance, laughing as the two of you traded funny stories of school and life over a hearty lunch.

Home, was what South could think of, spooning another heapful of rice and pork, every scoop of the tender, flavourful meat a delight that melted in his mouth amidst your attempts to suppress your giggles. Everything about you - your personality, your character, your complete lack of fear in his presence right from your chance meeting - it brought back a heart wrenching nostalgia from a time long past, a simpler time.

"Minami? Are you okay? Is the food not good?" Your gentle touch on his hand shook South straight back to reality, the worry that furrowed your eyebrows shining clear from the depths of your eyes as his gaze swung up from where he had been staring blankly at his half-eaten lunch to meet yours.

Breaking out into a large grin that usually had lesser men soiling themselves, the brutal delinquent set his box down on the small picnic mat you had covered the dusty ground with to instead ever so carefully pull you into his lap, the small yelp that you couldn't hide as you were moved an entire classical piece in itself. "You're a strange little girl, aren't you?"

Here he was, a criminal that enjoyed dishing out pain, that had no qualms about killing, and you barely blinked even though he could snap you in two without a second thought, letting him gently take your fragile hand into his own. Cooking an entirely new cuisine for a friend that you had just met, tutting over and wrapping the small paper cut he got - you were like the mother he never got to experience.

"Hey, that's mean!" You broke out into a laugh, lightly smacking your friend's leg - the only spot the you could reach without risking your lunch - even as South rested his head atop yours, arms circling round you to pick his bento back up. "I take it my cooking's alright then?"

"Like home," He admitted, a rare vulnerable moment that caught the other by surprise, though the sudden rumble of a heavy construction vehicle passing nearby nearly covering up his praise. "Where did you learn to cook Brazilian food so well?"

Taking another bite yourself, you pressed a finger to your lips. "Secret!"

You did quickly regret that, South moving to poke your side, earning himself yet another musical yelp. "Oh really?"

But his time with you soon came to an end, the hours seemingly passing by in just a blink. Empty bento boxes were neatly stacked back into your paper bag, and once more, the behemoth of a man took your small, frail hand into his, leading you down quiet, dark alleyways, the usual scum that inhabited these back lanes beating a hasty retreat at the sight of South's figure approaching. Even if you made an easy target, just the thought of having to face your friend was enough for any with two brain cells to file away any such plans.

Though there was no such thought when you were all but swarmed the moment you stepped back out into the light of the evening sun along the main Shibuya shopping street, the six boys barely noticing South standing just a stone's throw away as the questions quickly rained down on you, hands tugging at your limbs and clothes.

"Where have you been?" Baji demanded, your hand now firmly in his, even as Kazutora buried his face into your neck, his puffy red eyes telling you everything you needed to know. Placing your brown bag down on the ground and bundling Mikey into your arms, you allowed your friends to ask and demand and insist to their hearts' content even as you soothed and apologised, your only free hand alternating between running through different heads of hair.

It was your fault after all, even if today was supposed to be a free afternoon for you after school - you should have known better than to disappear without a word to your overprotective friends. They did only have your best at heart, and your heart wrenched at the thought of them flying into a panic at your sudden absence.

But your reappearance also brought about more questions, Mitsuya eyeing your brown bag suspiciously, his forehead creasing at the sight of bento boxes. "You're cooking for someone else?"

These must be the friends you spoke about so much - the same ones that had the privilege to freely occupy your time whenever they wanted, to bathe in your affection and attention. The ones he needed to get rid of so that you could be his. Stepping out of the dark of the side lane where he had been watching, the massive shadow that South threw over the seven of you instantly caught their attention, and the fussing was all but forgotten as you were pushed to the back, away from him. "They giving you problems, meu pequeno anjo?"

Draken narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, alarms already going off at the other addressing you in a seemingly affectional manner, his tone too friendly, too familiar for a stranger. "And who the fuck are you?"

"I made a new friend last week!" You blurted out in a hurry, looking mighty proud of yourself as your heinous, secret crime spilled from your lips, barely noticing the tension between your Toman friends and South quickly rising. "This is South!"

Breaking away from where he had been huddled comfortably in your arms, Mikey stepped forward, blank eyes betraying nothing even as the easy stance he had been in quickly hardening as he looked South up and down. No words needed to be exchanged, yet it was clear to both what the other was thinking, and what was at stake. Somehow, someway, despite Toman's best efforts, you always seemed to find your way to the middle of everything, unwittingly poking your nose into the dark underbelly of society as you picked up stray after stray, unable to resist the urge to help.

But thankfully for the rest of the main street, you were quick to intervene, stepping between the two boys that were now all but at war, hooking one arm through Mikey's, lightly tugging at him even as you rested one hand on your new friend's abdomen, a silent plea to both. "Come on, Mikey. Let's go home, okay?"

With that, it seemed like this had to be settled another day - somewhere and some time out of sight and away from you. South was quick to disappear back into the shadows with a final ruffle of your hair and a side hug that was met with obvious hate-filled glares from the rest of the boys. And when those gazes were turned on you, now brimming with annoyance and demands of explanations instead, all you could do was gulp. This was going to be a long night.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere kazutora #yandere baji #yandere mikey #mikey #keisuke baji #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora #mikey x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #south terano #terano minami #south terano x reader #yandere south #yandere south terano #sano manjiro #cheesus answers #yandere platonic toman

[seokth]

mother knows best | 9

— drabble 9 ; of ferris wheels and pomeranians —

pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au

note | i’ve been asking mkb readers who they think oc’s appa’s fave among the boys is :> check the asks here and click here if you wanna answer too!

series index | general masterlist

“Happy birthday to you!” you sing gleefully, clapping your hands to the beat.

“Happy birthday to you!” Taehyung sings, following suit.

“Happy birthday, Kim Tannie!” You squeal, peppering kisses on the fluffy pomeranian in Taehyung’s arms.

“Happy birthday to you!” he finishes, pouting. “At least finish the song, you know,” he grumbles when you don’t even wait until the end before wrestling Yeontan from his arms and hugging the dog like your life depends on it.

“Oh, shut up,” you tease him. “You’re not the one I’m singing to, are you? Besides…” You hold up the dog in your arms to prove your point. “Tannie doesn’t mind. He loves my kisses!”

“But he loves birthday songs more!”

Click.

The sound of a shutter and the flash of a camera interrupt you both.

“Oh my, you three look so cute!” Taehyung’s mom says as she looks at the screen of the camera she’s holding to inspect her photography skills.

“Let me see! Let me see!” the both of you shout in unison, running over to where she’s standing.

In the picture, you’re holding up Yeontan, a pout and a pair of puppy dog eyes adorning your face, while the pomeranian tilts his head to the side as he stares at his owner in confusion. Taehyung, on the other hand, is in the middle of rebutting your earlier statement, eyes closed and mouth open midway through a sentence. Behind the three of you is a background of lights and colors that clearly show how you’re all currently in an amusement park to celebrate Tannie’s birthday.

“Mrs. Kim!” you say in between giggles, passing the pomeranian to Taehyung so you could take a closer look at the picture. “We look ridiculous!”

“Eomma,” Taehyung whines. “You made me look uncool.”

Yeontan barks in agreement.

“Well, let me take another one then,” she says, huffing.

In all honesty, she’s starting to regret suggesting the amusement park as the venue for Yeontan’s small get-together. The flashy lights are blinding her, the starless night is making everything look so dim in her pictures, and the noise of the crowd is ringing uncomfortably in her ears.

But what else was she supposed to do, when Mrs. Jung and Seokjin’s mom told her all about how their sons took you bungee jumping one time?

(“Oh, you should’ve seen Y/N’s face!” Mrs. Jung boasts. “She was all screams when my Hoseok took her bungee jumping.”

“Are you forgetting my son was also there?” Jin’s mother grumbles. “Or did you forget how Y/N was clinging to my Seokjin the whole time since your son was too busy sobbing.”)

Taehyung’s mother isn’t spiteful by nature, but she couldn’t help but think…

Would you cling to her Tae-Tae, too, if you were scared?

That’s it. She’s gonna get you to ride one (or all?) of the scary rides here with Taehyung, even if she has to wrestle you to the seats herself. And if her calculations are correct, Tannie would have a mom by the end of the night.

But first, she has to take this damn picture.

“Taehyungie,” she scolds as her finger hovers over the camera button, “stop moving.”

“I’m trying,” her son says through a frozen smile and clenched teeth, “Tannie’s tail keeps tickling me.”

“Here,” you say. “Let me hold him.”

You take the wiggling dog from his arms and hold him in your own, leaving Taehyung’s arms free. And just as his mother is about to press the camera button, he wraps his arms around you and Yeontan affectionately.

Mrs. Kim almost bursts into happy tears.

“This is so beautiful,” she says, looking at the camera screen with pure adoration. “A true family picture! I’m gonna have this developed and framed for my nightstand…”

Your eyes widen when she does end up bursting to tears.

“Mrs. Kim!” you exclaim in worry, shifting Yeontan in your arms to be able to pat her back comfortingly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect!” she sobs. “You three are so perfect! See…” She points at her son on the screen before gesturing to you. “...Tannie has such beautiful parents!”

“Eomma, stop making it weird,” Taehyung says worriedly when his mom sobs even harder and the crowds of people are giving you curious stares. “And control yourself, please.”

You giggle when she draws out her handkerchief and dabs her tears with them. Yeontan barks happily.

“Here, let me take him.” She takes the dog from you and ushers you away. “You two go have fun. I heard their rollercoaster is a must-try.”

Taehyung fidgets where he stands. He’s not gonna lie, he was really looking forward to trying all the rides here but he feels guilty just leaving his dog with his mom so he could have fun. Especially since it’s the dog’s birthday, after all.

“But—”

“No buts,” she shushes him. “I wanna spend time with my birthday boy, okay? Now, off you go.”

You and Taehyung reluctantly leave but your initial hesitance has all but disappeared by the time you’re both on your fourth ride of the night. In the end, it seems Mrs. Kim got her wish when the numerous pictures you and her son took shows you clinging to him tightly more and more with each ride.

Her favorite has to be the picture you both took at the ferris wheel. You’re burrowed into Taehyung’s chest, your fear of extreme heights preventing you from looking at the camera to wear the same goofy expression he has, while he had his arm around you.

She couldn’t wait until Mrs. Jung and Seokjin’s mother see this.

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[angelsaxis]

How a lot of westerners and Americans in particular view platonic intimacy is really warped. I'd always known that there was a tendency among Americans especially to hypersexualize and recontextualize literally any physical expressions of love and friendship as something "hot" or "homoerotic" or "sexy". It never hit me how bad it was until I kept seeing posts like this

For some Italian players, this is the highlight of their careers. I've seen countless players of other sports and any gender just collapse onto the ground on top of each other from sheer excitement and happiness. In motion they're probably rolling around.

But so many people are looking at this and saying "this is actually something sexual before it's something platonic". It's a hug. They're literally just hugging. But tens of thousands in total of notes on this and similar posts just says to me that there's just an incredibly small threshold for what's "acceptable" expressions of excitement and camaraderie before it becomes something that people will look at and say "this is something hot that turns me on".

And I've seen this with other forms of once-neutral expressions of love, or friendship, or even just greetings, like men kissing each other on the cheek. Friends of any gender cuddling or leaning against one another in a photo. People hugging and touching in ways that I guess automatically denote a sexual relationship before they denote people literally just being friends.

And like I know that there's every chance that anyone in any of these photos/examples was actually gay, nobody try and tell me "oh but OP they COULD BE--" because you're missing the entire point.

EDIT: "bUt Op iTS a JoKe" could your critical thinking skills be any worse. Could you miss the point of the post any more. Is it occuring to none of you that the entire point of this joke is to sexualize platonic expressions of love regardless of whether people are "being serious" about them fucking and sucking on the field.

EDIT 2: "BuT Op tHerEs NoThInG WrOnG wItH BeIng GaY" whats funny is that nowhere do I state that at all. I never say homoeroticism is bad, I never say that finding gay things hot is bad. Please read the goddamn post you people are killing me with your wild accusations of shit that's not even in the fucking text 😭😭

#angel posts #idk im annoyed #edit: #now im extra annoyed cause yall dont like to read #and you like to make assumptions #edit 2: makes me wonder how any of you make it on this site if you feel the need #to reply to things u dont even fully understand