#BUT PLATONIC

[cjlouwho]

Can you please do a hurt/comfort Eddie + Tommy friendship with Bucktommy - Tommy gets hurt in some way (mentally/physically/sick/etc) and Eddie helps him until Buck can get there

you gave me a reason to finish the fic I started earlier today! thank you!

His teeth were chattering. Had been since he woke up after hitting the ground.

He didn't hurt anywhere, which was never a good sign.

He laid there, surrounded by trees. Cold, wet leaves underneath his body. He could hear crickets and frogs all around him. Could smell smoke somewhere nearby.

There were distinct sounds of metal creaking mixed in with nature.

Slowly, he moved his head to the right, then to the left.

Fire.

It was about fifty yards away. Thankfully, due to the recent rain, the fire was contained to the helicopter that had so gracefully fallen out of the sky.

He wasn't sure how he ended up so far from it. Had no memory of being ejected or jumping or whatever happened that made it so he wasn't inside those flames.

He lifted his hands to his face, could barely see them as the sun set below the trees. He was sure there was blood. Dirt, mud, leaves, and blood.

They shook so fiercely he wasn't sure how he had any control over them at all.

His breathing was labored, heart beating rapidly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to calm himself down.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard something.

People talking.

Not just people, familiar people.

Family.

“H- Here,” he barely managed to get out, figuring they'd be running toward the fire instead of him. He cleared his throat, tried again. “Here! I'm here!”

The talking stopped, then there was running.

He could feel the pounding of the footsteps as they approached.

“Hey, we gotcha, Buddy!”

“Howie?”

“Yeah, it's me. Saving your ass, once again.”

Hands were on him now. Lights shining in his eyes, causing him to squint. He could hear others talking. Hen, Eddie, Bobby. Couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Chimney had him focus on him. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“T- Tommy,” he answered. God, he wished he could stop shaking. He couldn't barely get out a word.

“Year?”

“2024.”

“Best paramedic you know?”

“Hen,” Tommy replied, choking out a laugh.

“Hey now!” Chimney exclaimed, mocking offense.

“I knew I liked you,” Hen said with a smile. She patted him on the shoulder before getting back to work.

Chimney chomped on his gum a couple times before asking his next question. “Can you wiggle your toes for me, Tommy?”

Tommy shook his head. He lifted his arm, tried to pull Chimney closer to him so he could whisper. “I c- can't feel anything,” he paused, sucked in a shaky breath, “b- below my waist.” He knew what this meant, and he also knew he was in shock. The adrenaline pumping through him was the only thing keeping him remotely alert.

Chimney nodded, sharing a glance with Hen. “Cervical collar for our dashing pilot here, please, Hen.”

“Already on it.”

“Ho- Howie?”

“Yeah, Buddy?”

“Ev- Evan?”

“Buck went home early today,” Eddie answered, moving into Chimney's place so he could do whatever work needed to be done. “Chief is cracking down on overtime, so he had to be sent home.”

“We've... We've been sa- saving f- for the wedding,” he explained, although he wasn't sure why. Everyone there already knew that.

Eddie took Tommy's hand and wrapped it up in his own. “You were probably already up in the air when Buck sent you the text complaining about being sent home.”

“He'd say... He'd say th- the chief didn't want us t- to have the good hors d'oeuvres.”

Eddie nodded, tried putting on a smile. “He did mention that on his way out.”

Tommy squeezed Eddie's hand. “We m- might have to re... reschedule.” His lip trembled at the thought, tears welling in his eyes. Evan was so excited for the wedding. Had been working diligently and meticulously on every detail since they got engaged in October. He wanted a winter wedding, and didn't want to wait another whole year, so February it would be. With it being December now, Tommy didn't see any way he'd be able to fully recover by then.

If he did at all.

“Let's not worry about that right now, alright, Man? I don't think Buck will care when the wedding is, as long as there is one. Let's focus on that, okay?”

Tommy nodded. Blinked a few times to rid himself of the tears.

A few fell anyway.

“Ed- Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I... Do I still have my legs?”

“You certainly do, Kinard,” Bobby interrupted. Tommy wasn't sure how long the captain had been on his other side. Bobby gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “You've got all your limbs right where they should be. You ready to move now, Kid?”

Tommy could've laughed at the nickname. He'd been called that by Bobby a couple of times, many years ago. It'd been a long while since then.

He nodded. “Ready.”

Eddie didn't let go of his hand as they lifted him and began carrying him to the ambulance. Tommy was a bit surprised. He didn't remember ever being moved onto the spine board. Hadn't felt a thing.

A part of him had wondered if they'd even been working on him during that time. That maybe Eddie was the chosen distraction until he drifted off and his breathing stopped.

He was glad to know he was wrong.

*****

Bobby drove them to the hospital, with Eddie staying in the back beside him. It was a bit cramped with him, Eddie, Chimney, and Hen all back there together, but the fact he was surrounded by these people made him feel a bit more comforted.

Tommy looked over to where his and Eddie's hands were still tightly gripped together. He wasn't sure if Eddie was refusing to let him go, or if he was refusing to let Eddie go. Didn't really matter either way. He needed something to keep him tethered to reality.

He shook his wrist back and forth a few times to get Eddie's attention. “Can you... Can you call Evan? Please?”

“Of course,” Eddie replied, grabbing his phone out of his pocket with his free hand.

“You've got some cuts on your arms, Tommy,” Hen explained as Eddie pressed Buck's name. “We're gonna work on those on the way to the hospital, so you might feel some stings, okay?”

“Yeah. That's okay.”

Eddie put the phone on speaker and Buck answered on the third ring. “What's wrong?”

“Buck-”

“Who is it, Eddie? I just left work an hour ago. Is it Bobby? Hen? Chim?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “B- Baby.”

Silence.

Then.

“Tommy? Is that you?”

“Had a... a little accident.”

“What hospital?”

“The usual,” Eddie replied.

“I'm heading there now.”

“Evan? Evan!” Tommy exclaimed, wanting to get his attention before he got in the car and started to drive.

“I'm here, Tommy,” he answered. “I'm gonna meet you at the hospital.”

“I don't wanna... wanna scare you,” Tommy said, and he could feel the tears burning his eyes again. “I can't. I can't feel my legs.”

“He's stabilized,” Chimney added quickly, before Buck could ask. “Likely a lower spinal cord injury.”

Another pause, followed by a quiet. “Okay. Okay.”

“He's doing well, Buck,” Eddie reassured him. “We're all right here with him. He won't shut up about you, like always.”

Tommy smiled. He hoped Evan did as well.

“Feeling's mutual,” Buck replied. His voice was softer now. Tommy knew the words were meant to keep him focused and thinking positively.

It worked.

“Need you t- to be safe.”

“I will, Baby. I'll drive safe and I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. L- Love you.”

“I love you, too. So damn much, T- Tommy.”

Tommy wasn't sure who hung up first, but he could tell by the way Evan's voice wavered at the end that he was probably close to falling apart.

“Thank you,” Tommy said as Eddie put his phone back into his pocket.

“Whatever you need, Bud, I'm here.”

“Just... Just keep ho- holding my hand.”

Eddie nodded, squeezed a little tighter. “I can do that.”

[lichanicksstuff]

You don't understand how Dream and Hob's friendship in the comic is important to me. They're both men in the 90s. They can't tell each other "omg bestie, ily sm" because it's not how it works for them. Dream is the KING and Hob is a man literally from the Middle Ages, their worldviews don't work like that. When Hob dared to call Dream his friend, Dream was offended. He just couldn't accept how HE can have basic needs like a nice drink once in a while. But after some (a lot) time he realised he also enjoys Hob's company and then met him in 1989 and allowed himself, the ruler of dreams and nightmares, to have a friend. (from now on, comic spoilers) And when he has to go to hell, when there's a chance he won't come back, he meets some people and then he goes to Hob, so he won't be worried he missed their appointment. So he won't be worried about him. Also when he knows he will die soon, he meets with Hob. He meets with him for their last drink. Hob doesn't even know what's going on, he's just suprised and relieved to see his oldest friend. A friend whose name he doesn't even know. A friend who is the only certain thing in his life. They talk like they always do. Because they do know each other for ages. And when Hob says he wants a guy who killed his gf to feel guilty for it, Dream makes the guy feel guilty. He can manipulate peoples thoughts, make them think what he wants them to think, and uses this power for Hob, even if his friend won't know about it. Dream is not a type of person who does things for free. But he did it for his friend. And when Dream walks out, Hob runs after him, telling him he can sense something is wrong and that he is worried about him. And then Dream smiles. He smiles because that situation, their last meeting, is the first time they both showed how much they care about each other.

[diangelodork]

chat i’m so scared that when i talk to my friends they think i’m flirting with them and it makes them uncomfortable- like sometimes i simply need to tell you that your eyes are fucking gorgeous or that anyone would be absolutely blessed to have you in their life or that you are one of the most incredible and astonishing people ever and jaw-droppingly gorgeous and it’s because i’m in love with you PLATONICALLY. sob sob sob cry cry cry

[ewwww-what]

They’re super okay and friends and totally on good terms guys you have to believe me

[hey-haven]

Futaba and Yusuke are not dating, but they’re also not “just” friends. They a secret third thing that’s devious and evilllll

Idk they both read as aromantic and have this partnership. They signed a contract and shook hands so it’s official

[kennahjune]

I’m a firm platonic stonathan believer (and romantic but that’s not what this post is about).

And I love Steve and Jonathan being really friendly albeit awkward with each other.

But you know what I absolutely LOVE?

Stonathan who can’t STAND each other.

But would also go to fucking war for each other.

Some asshole is being a prick to Jonathan in school? The dudes suddenly thrown off of every sports team he’s on and the principal is fully aware of every time he cheated on a test. Steve just so happens to be at the high school that day to pick up the kids.

There’s some dickwad giving Steve a hard time at work every day? The guys windshield is busted in and car’s been keyed. Jonathan was totally just stopping by Family Video for a movie at the same time.

It’s just so funny to me. The idea of them both putting on this kind of mask around the whole group where everyone thinks they’re at least friendly with each other— the awkwardness is a given, honestly.

But then when it’s just them— getting high together or smth idk— they trade insults that would have anyone else in a ball crying.

And then them both slowly coming out of their shells around the whole group.

And the first time it happens Steve had called Jonathan a home wrecker and in turn Jonathan called Steve a whore.

Everyone was flipping shit trying to make them both apologize to each other before another fight broke out. But Jonathan and Steve sat and laughed at them.

Nobody ever gets used to their bitter teasing towards each other (nobody’s ever heard Jonathan use such foul language) but they learn to accept that that’s just how they are with each other.

This is kinda like a begrudging sibling-bonded stonathan.

This is also how I imagine madwheeler being btw. But I’ll make them their own post eventually.

[tavirl]

drew the big three as the ICONIC pinterest reference

[gl4kiro]

Another fanart for Casting Rain! This time it's the boys' first day after meeting each other! (WOW IT'S NOT A DOODLE, also i finished it a while ago lol)

I found the design sheets for the characters, but combined them with how I've been imagining them while reading :)

Sorry for not posting, school is taking a lot out of me mentally and I can't post :/

ALSO THANKS FOR 350 FOLLOWERS!

The amazing fic by @silverskye13 / @theblogofcastingrain

[izanallu]

Hello KinitoPET fandom

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Moon spirit sokka(pt.2) and toph headcanon:

- sokka's hair is very silky toph treated it like her personal plushie

(So basically sokka's hair and momo's fur are the same for toph, she touches it for comfort)

[jalsku]

thinking about these creatures

[overb]

also bouncing off a bruce & oliver friendship centric fic collection eg:

Oliver Queen knew Batman’s identity. Of course he did— they were best friends. Their kids were best friends! There were (unfortunately) almost no secrets between them. (The gossip sessions after the League meetings were insane).

Oliver was loose with his identity, confiding in people pretty easily. Definitely a lot easier than Bruce did.

He also currently had a concussion. The bright lights of the conference room stabbed at his eyes, his head pounding in beat with his heart. It hurt. All he wanted to do was curl up in the dark, and maybe cry.

Oliver has avoided medbay to get the post-battle brief over as soon as possible. It was a stupid idea— he needed painkillers, ideally now. Bruce always kept a selection of them in the third cubby of his belt, double-stocking all the ones his kids favoured. (He also stocked Oliver’s favourites— the pink ibuprofens that looked a little like smarties).

Bruce— Batman— was standing at the front of the room, speaking in hushed tones to Clark and Arthur. Both of the heroes looked incredibly fed up, Arthur half asleep slumped in his chair.

Oliver beelined for Bruce, his only goal to ease the pain. To no longer feel like there was an angry little man camped out in his brain, taking a hammer to the sides of it every time he so much as breathed.

Bruce’s back was to him, and the leather of his cape was so cool, so Oliver pressed his head in between his shoulder blades with a sigh of relief. The body under him stiffened, almost unnoticeably, and Clark’s complaint stuttered. Oliver ignored all of those social cues and wound his arm around Bruce’s waist, hands easily finding the ibuprofen stashed away.

No one spoke until Oliver, reluctantly, pulled himself away to find a glass of water. He barely caught Clark’s bewildered “What was that?”, let alone understood it. Bruce internally floundered in response, shrugging his shoulders and refusing to comment on the situation. He really needed to talk about boundaries at work.

BASICALLY!! its a work on how when incapacitated they kind of forget to not be best friends in the way they r yk

[lichanicksstuff]

"Maybe you could track down the bastard..."

"And what should I do with him when I find him?"

The fact that it's their CANONICAL CONVERSATION breaks me every time I think about it. Dream willing to use his powers only for Hob. Him being ready to place the killer of Hob's girlfriend in front of Hob only for him to punish him. He was ready to do it, even if he didn't approve it. He just advised him that revenge may not be a good solution. HE WAS READY TO KILL THE GUY, MY GOD-

And the fact is that he did what Hob asked for. This sparkle in his eye. That says it all.

And just to put it here: Hob says we. Him and Dream would cut the guy's ears off.

You know they're besties when they are planning on torturing a random guy together.

[mcytshipsandmore]

queerplatonic tangtho...... is so precious to me......

Etho having a very particular type of touch aversion where he can't do "half touches" (like when hands brush against his skin or someone is just barely touching their thigh to his) and is jumpy so people just assume he doesn't like touch overall (he does, he just needs it to be deliberate and full)

vs Tango, a blaze (very social species imo) visiting etho for redstone help when he's way too sleep deprived and getting distracted and falling asleep on top of etho. and then tango realizing "oh etho IS okay with touch" when he wakes up and proceeding to be the clingiest bastard alive

them both hyping each other up on redstone projects and being SO excited to play games together and stuff......

just. tangtho cuddles especially. OUGH. they make me insane

also romantic smalletho but i will explain THAT in another ask at some point because that's a WHOLE other tangent

This is so real of you ‼️

[sleeplessdreamer14]

ok yall see this dude right here?

I didn’t give a f*ck abt him before episode eight, but now…

I want to ruin him.

I wanna watch him realize he’s in love- not just lust; love- with a demon and have a losing battle with his feelings, eventually coming to the conclusion that he’s doomed. He’s been bewitched, and there’s no cure for it. Watch as he is gradually consumed by hellfire and secretly loves how much it burns. For the first time in eternity, Adam is just about ready to surrender control.

Oh and don’t even get me started on Lute’s roll in this story,

imagine her being just as distraught about the ordeal because she’s been by Adam’s side for lord knows how long, and now after all those years, she’s about to lose him to a fucking sinner.

Yeah, surely Adam’s had plenty of flings before, and perhaps a few of them may have been with demons and sinners. But she could be fine with those, because none of them really mattered… until that wretched little imp came along and ruined everything. She starts to understand how Adam must have felt when Lucifer stole his first wife…

And meanwhile the reader’s totally oblivious to all of it.