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Andre and his big brother’s friends,,

When he was a youngster, he’d felt left out whenever he’d have to watch his brother hang out with his friends because they were all so cool to him. After all, in the eyes of a juvenile, big kids are rather admirable.

He’d try to wriggle his way into the older boy’s bedroom whenever his friends came over, regularly presenting different excuses so that he could stay longer. Additionally, following the older’s opposition, in order to avoid the shame that’d been aroused, the younger preferred to speak in German.

Sometimes, he would lock his door when his friends were around. One time, however— and even though he never intended for this to implant itself as deep as it has within Andre’s psyche— he’d labeled him as “creepy” for his relentless pursuit of more human interaction, acceptance, and even validation.

Hence, often times, or typically when Cal was busy, Andre would either be alone in his room, watching television downstairs, or playing with Mel.

Admittedly, the bigger Kriegman first found his little brother’s persistence a little annoying until his discovery of the heaviness loitering beneath his off-putting nature. This being around the period Andre was transitioning from elementary school to middle school.

Around the 6th grade, the bigger Kriegman became a lot more open to Andre playing and roughhousing with his buddies. In fact, Andre’s giggles and awkward coordination added to the fun of the games they’d engage in.

The guys could easily toss him around and defeat him; Andre found it genuinely hilarious when the other boys would play Nerf Guns, “sword battle”, or “keep-away” with him because he’d always get exhausted and sweaty from running around. Mostly, he’d had to accept his well-played loss.

But every time Rachel or one of his peers judge him so evidently, he’s taken back to when his big brother complained about him and name-called him.

It bothers him more than he can admit.

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Randy who gets his beverage spiked at a bar and who’s either looking away or at Benson, who doesn’t notice.

Benson who clearly sees who did it and whose face noticeably shifts unpleasantly. After about a few minutes of making conversation with them, playing it causal and all, he asks about what they dropped in Randy’s drink.

Randy who’s caught wind of the conversation by now and who looks over when he hears Benson regarding him, feels him patting his back. The younger man subconsciously tenses when the older man snatches the fabric of his shirt from behind, but he knows he’s doing it to keep an eye on him, with another limb.

Benson who doesn’t receive a clear response and who gets all huffy puffy, the veins in his hands bulging with recognizable unrest.

Randy who watches Benson glance the other way, who watches him crack his neck and stretch out his fingers a couple times like he’s debating himself.

Benson who then lunges and who gets up and can’t stop himself after they plummet to the floor, stool joining them.

Randy whose panicked voice startles Benson out of the furious, spontaneous state of mind he‘s entered.

He’s lucky Benson didn’t have his revolver on him, yeah?

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He wants that Randy so effing bad.

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Randy and Benson hunting,,

Oaks, pines, and cypresses surround them, green arms rushing out and overlapping one another, ancient bark gnarled and twisted with judgment. The sky’s strewn with pasty, puffy masses, each blocking the sun from reaching the two men standing in the clearing.

Benson’s behind Randy, calloused fingers trapping a slenderer hand against a .22 rifle; the double-barrel and revolver are stashed in the trunk of Benson’s car in preparation of the appearance of a deer or a coyote.

Speaking of, Benson has had coyote before— only once, however. It tastes harshly pungent and musky, like he’s consuming the scent of fresh leather, with that “wild” taste lingering, even at his age. He remembers when his pops was still around— he’d take him out to shoot, teach him the basics of gun-handling. He’s no expert, but he’s good enough to where he can easily pop open an animal’s ribs from a relatively far distance away.

Or clip a gaping exit wound in the middle of their bodies and demonstrate a sense of finality through coup de grâce.

Even when he was real young, the way him and his dad’s prey toppled over so easy they could barely register the hit, could barely rip out a cry from the depths of their lungs… it both fascinated him and made him uncomfortable. Now, though, he feels little to zero when he knocks them down with intentional hits rather than relying on stray, uncoordinated bullets to do the job.

When the brunet’s eyes lock contact with a rabbit’s or a deer’s, he’s reminded of Randy’s apprehension. He’s reminded of when he shot Chris, Hardy, and Jess right in front of him, when the dirty blond just stood there, body rigid like a statue— save for the rush of tears cascading down his face.

He does see a bit of himself within Randy— or, well, his younger self. He’s developed this inexplicable urge to keep him around, right by his side. He wants to take care of him. He always has.

Benson peers over his shoulder, mustache tickling the skin of his ear as he mutters, “Where’s it?”

Randy stammers out a reply. He doesn’t know how far away it is. It’s close by, he says. That isn’t enough information. Benson asks him again, but he rephrases the question.

Randy says, “I don’t— I dunno, straight ahead?”

He doesn’t want to fuck up, but he knows Benson’s helping him. And while this isn’t proper hunting posture, he wants to see if Randy can strike the rabbit even when he’s basically doing it for him. The only work Randy’s doing is pulling the trigger; Benson knows he wouldn’t be able to poach an animal if he really tried… it’s the thought that counts, though. He believes he’ll get the hang of it one day.

He guides the barrel of the gun straight ahead, and that’s when he notices the small, white-tailed, hopping mass pawing at its own face.

“Shoot it,” Benson encourages. “Shoot the fuckin’ thing, Randy.”

Randy spies on the rabbit, who’s clearly oblivious to both humans within its general proximity, ready to crush its existence— it’s the way of the world, Benson says. There’s nothing cruel about nature, it’s just survival of the fittest.

A frown slowly crosses Randy’s features but he squeezes the trigger as tight as he can.

The recoil kind of sends Randy stumbling back into Benson. Benson slides his hands back to dig his nails into his shoulders, and once the rabbit drops, he praises him and shakes him lightly.

Admittedly, he feels a little proud of himself. He’s surprised he was able to keep his aim on the bunny with Benson’s guidance.

The older directs the younger to check if the rabbit’s dead. He’s gotten better at listening, so he traverses across the clearing, movements a little stiff and robotic, and he stands before the rabbit. It’s dead.

Later, Randy cuts open a rabbit for the first time. He accidentally pokes it in the eye with the knife and a queasy sensation wraps around his stomach. His own daddy used to buy meat from the butcher in town, so he’d witnessed him slicing up the rabbit and nudging the meat into the pan.

Hands shake as they strip the animal of its hide. He can feel Benson’s hand rubbing up and down his side, his arm. It’s been a little while, so Benson trusts him with weapons now. He’s glad he does— he doesn’t have the capacity to use them.

He doesn’t have the capacity to not feel fondly toward him.

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Cal fighting Kevin and Tyler,,

He’s been taunting these guys ever since they went up on stage to voice their poem. Andre, however, keeps apologizing on his behalf, because if Cal won’t be mature, then he will. He’s also frustrated because he doesn’t know why Cal’s targeting two dudes that haven’t messed with them, that haven’t given them any trouble.

While the building’s small and hardly any people have attended, Cal still wants to convey a forewarning through something as subtle and symbolic as a piece of literature. He doesn’t want people to cry wolf, though— he wants them to think.

Yet Calvin’s being a jackass. He keeps interrupting both teens and mocking their performance. He believes that they go to a different school— after all, he hasn’t recognized them around campus, so he doesn’t mind poking fun. After a couple minutes, Andre tries to cease any tensions Cal may have created between them through his decision to leave.

Soon, after following Andre and Cal, instead of trying to chew them out, one of the boys— Kevin— hurls himself right at Andre, slamming himself into his body and almost knocking the camcorder right out of his hands. Cal instantly springs up and lunges, shoving Kevin over the grounded ledge he was seated on prior.

Andre instantly steps back, turns off the camcorder, and clutches it tightly as to not drop and break it. It feels like fury himself’s crawling out of his pores while he cusses under his breath, observing the weird glint Cal’s got in his eye. He can so clearly spot it in his weirdly emotionless face; it exposes his craving for intimidation and superiority.

He can never really tell what Cal’s thinking or feeling, but in this moment, he’s uneasy. He realizes that he’s always had to be the one to yank Cal away from the grubby claws of hostility, of hostile situations. He’s had to be the rational one… yet, he knows Cal’s smart— he puts in the effort when he feels like it.

But he functions by following this don’t think, just do, mindset. Andre can tell Cal doesn’t even regret it later. It’s fucking annoying, and for him to conclude he’s unable to understand this part of Cal— it’s ironic.

Andre and Cal are supposed to be the only ones who really understand each other— this unspoken agreement ties them together. But even Andre deems certain aspects of Cal unsolvable.

Tyler tries to grab Kevin and pull him away, but Cal slams his elbow into his side, catching him off guard. The guy fights back, however, by latching onto Cal’s shirt and roughly wrenching him away from Kevin. He throws a punch that hits Calvin’s stomach so hard he swears he can hear the air whooshing out of his lungs.

He doubles over but remains fairly steady, wheezing and grinding up the oxygen that’s trying to break into his trachea. He regains his breath after a beat and he forces himself upright when he’s propelled back by Kevin. He wants to tackle Tyler even though he’s about to get double teamed.

Andre holds the camera in one hand while he cuts the tussle short with the other. He snatches Cal by the arm and pulls him down the sidewalk, ignoring the two teens as they shoot profanity their way. Once he lets go of Cal, he’s recording again, forcing the camcorder into his arms.

Now he’s the one who’s going to be chewing Cal out.

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LMAO I JUST DISCOVERED THIS IN MY NOTES????

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hello i am three years old and i am learning how to read with your posts

caldre yaoi

Fantastic! I’m a teacher :3 my name is Miss Andre-and-cal and with my pre-k class we’re going to be learning how to spell Andre Kriegman and Calvin Gabriel !! And also Caldre!

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I’m not safe BUT I’m gonna try to smooch her bc I FUCKING NEE DHER SO BADRDHD

@nuthouse1999 @zero-days-sober @tiemedown0 @zzeliminatorjr @s0nasup3rst4r @spirinchuslanceolatus @minecraftboxersdawg @cadav3r-claw

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

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BOOM SHAKALAKA YESS GAWD !! :3

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hi again what's the passenger about and where can I watch it

It’s about say gex 😌‼️

OKAY BUT ACC IN SIMPLE TERMS…

This timid dude’s (Randy) getting bullied at work, so this unhinged possessive dude (Benson) who’s been watching him for a while snaps, then drags Randy with him and basically makes him a hostage? ITS SO FREAKING GAY THOUGH LIKE YOU CANNOT TELL ME RANDY AND BENSON ARENT BOYFRIENDS 😭😭

YOU CAN WATCH IT ON AMAZON PRIME AND APPLE TV AND YOUTUBE TV !! But I watched it on a free movie website…

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hello oomfaliscious how is my request coming along ^_^ (no rush I promise take as much time as you need)

MY OOMFIE HAAAAIII !!:DD

I already have sm ideas for it… when I finish this drawing I’m gonna start on it right away!>:3

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I will see u in hell

Okay :3

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OH MY GOD?(!????

WOAHHHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE WOAAAAAAAH LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER !!!!!!!!

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WOAHHHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE WOAAAAAAAH LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER !!!!!!!!

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My stepdad thought Kyle Gallner was Pedro Pascal ;-;

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THANK UUU FOR THE TAG !! :3 @minecraftboxersdawg

Favorite color: Red

Currently reading: nothing… just fanfics 😅

Last song: Psychosocial by Slipknot !!

Last film: The Passenger (2023) LETS GOOOO 😜😜

Cravings: SPICY CHICKEN TENDERS AND MOUSSE CAKE SOBBB

Current watch: Yellowjackets heh…

Coffee: ICED DECAF AMERICANO W OATMILK OR CREAM AND SUGAR !! But usually js oatmilk ‘cause my stomach doesn’t like milk sometimes ;-;

Working on: Randy x Benson drawing and then ZD + The Passenger headcanons<3

@tiemedown0 @s0nasup3rst4r @k-i-t-t-ybavvty @zzeliminatorjr @cadav3r-claw @olivesthecat @waterhoneyseed @zero-days-sober @lemonsquirt45 @dr0wn1ngless0ns

get to know me better tag challenge thing... i was tagged by @alexxisalone (thank you for the tag!)

favourite colour: orange (the jokes thrown at me for that one)

currently reading: nothing, but i'm going to continue reading lolita by vladimir nabokolv soon.

last song: hypnotise - system of a down

last film: the terminator (1984). love this film... is anyone knows a good piracy site to watch judgement day lemme know i'm struggling here.

cravings: cheese and honey on toast.

current watch: none, i don't watch much in the form of tv shows.

coffee: either a cappuccino with brown sugar or a caramel frappé. i love love LOVE caramel.

working on: a drawing of me and my lover boy<3

@minecraftboxersdawg @knownoevil @daggerofdiction

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Me tweaking out after I try to fix the same mistake in my drawing for over an hour 😂🙏