#Mikey: Thread 04

[jcksonfields]

Who: @mikeyhartman and JD

Where: Livvy's place

When: October 2024

Armed with a box of baked goods and balloons, JD headed over to Livvy's place to check up on Mikey. As one of his best friends, he had to check up on him, but also rag on him, letting him know that if he made the same mistake again, he'd have to answer to JD. "Welcome home baby boy!" JD said as he walked into the living room to see Mikey on the couch, holding the 'It's a boy' balloons in one hand and the box of cupcakes in the other.

[pommigranite]

guys I wrote a rottmnt movie one shot from Donnie’s pov heheheh it’s under the cut okay enjoy 💜

00:04:28

As long as Donatello could remember, he and Leonardo always had this… connection.

He couldn’t describe it (he had a hard time describing things he couldn’t see), but it was this feeling he and his brother shared, one they didn’t share with Raph or Mikey.

They always knew when something was wrong, when the other was hurt, exactly how the other was feeling. 

Donnie remembers a time when they all played hide and seek. Leo was it, and he had decided to hide in a small, enclosed space, thinking he wouldn’t be in there long. He had overestimated Leo’s finding ability, and had begun to panic, hyperventilating and his vision going blurry. But right before he completely lost it, Leo had found him, said he just knew where he was because of how scared Donnie had felt.

That had been the longest 4 minutes and 28 seconds of his life.

It always felt like there was a link, a string connecting the two like a thread. Donnie had noticed that it grew stronger once they unlocked their ninpo. 

The connection had always given him comfort, made him feel like no matter what, Leo always understood him. That he was never alone.

… When he felt the connection break, he thought his heart stopped.

He watched as the Kraangs’ ship- the Technodrome- shatter into pieces as the portal closed, locking the Kraang- and his twin- inside for eternity. 

He didn’t hear the pieces fall, didn’t hear the sound of April or Splinter crying over the comms, didn’t hear Raph collapse in a heap.

He just stopped, and stared.

His cheek felt wet… he didn’t know why.

Oh.

He was crying.

He felt his chest tighten, everything around him suddenly becoming too loud and too quiet all at the same time. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel. 

But he knew he had to calm down.

What did Leo tell him to do?

Right. Count the time.

1… 2… 3… 4…

He sees Raph, on the ground, crying for his little brother.

9… 10… 11… 12…

The pieces of the Technodrome falling around him, narrowly missing him and his brothers.

17… 18… 19… 20…

He keeps counting, he can’t stop counting. Even as Mikey tries, once again, to use his supposed mystic hands, even when Raph says it’s over. 

Even when Mikey does open the portal, and he rushes to stand by his little brother’s side, he doesn’t speak, because he has to keep counting.

He sees his brother, floating limply through the prison dimension, Kraang Prime scrambling to grab Leonardo. Rage fills his very being, and as he fires the drill at the Kraang, he screams the numbers in his head.

The portal closes, Raphael holding Leo’s body in his arms. His twin, his brother… his best friend.

“… Ew, are we in Staten Island?”

The connection sparks to life again, as if Donnie had been struck by lightning. And he knows Leo feels it too, his eyes widening ever so slightly. And then he and his brothers are hugging, his twin is breathing, everyone is… mostly okay, alive at least, and Donatello couldn’t be happier.

That had been the longest 4 minutes and 28 seconds of his life.

And just like last time, the twins had found each other.

[goldenfreddys]

march '04, plymouth county, massachusetts: the living dead & his lover

“It might make me feel better if you put on the sexy nurse outfit. Y’know, act out a scene where you fuckin’ know what the hell you’re doing?”

Eugene gave Mike a queasy smile from the edge of the bathtub, “If that’s what it takes.”

Mike was standing at the sink, boggling at his own partially decomposed body in the mirror– which, somehow, looked in better condition than it did the day before.

“... This should be more painful and terrifying. I should be dead.” Mike murmured, flatly, “I can’t feel anything. Like if I stop talking, I might slip off again—this time for good. N’ I don’t want to, but it all feels so… Surreal.”

Eugene tried to seem unphased by the sudden shift in tone this conversation had taken. He remembered Mike telling him it was an inherited quirk; the rapid, indecisive way he shuffled between humor and sincerity, to the extent that telling where one ended and the other started was getting too complicated for everyone involved. Eugene knew that in this context, ‘inherited’ meant Mike unintentionally picked up the mannerism from his father, which one could easily extrapolate to mean it was something about himself that pissed him off to no end.

These past few years—well, maybe since the day Eugene met him, really—living in proximity to the Aftons was one batshit thing after another. Mostly tragic things, but always bizarre. He flowed with it. Mike was, after all, the only freak in a hundred mile radius that could even relatively handle him.

“... Mikey?”

He hummed in response.

“I did some sleuthing while you were away.”

“You were stalking me?”

“Forever and always. Anywho, the Funtime Animatronics, Mikey. Freddy, Foxy… Those are clearly Fazbear Entertainment’s exclusive intellectual property. If Afton Robotics LLC. is a separate legal entity, he would��ve needed to request permission to use these assets. Alternatively—and far more likely, given the circumstances—it’s a related enterprise that’s operating off Freddy’s resources without Mr. Emily’s knowledge.”

Mike finally turned away from the mirror to look at Eugene, though he seemed to still be processing what he was trying to say.

“If that’s true, at the very least, your father is in several different precarious legal situations. Which- well, obviously, but disingenuous business practices would be a good ‘first domino’ in the crime trail. It’s simple, it’s believable. It opens the door.”

He grimaced, “It wasn’t just me. Two other technicians, at least- the last night… I don’t know the scale of it, but… Whatever or whoever he’s using to cover this shit up, it’s been working flawlessly for a long time.”

“Complicated lies tend to come apart fast. All you need is the right loose thread. Speaking of which,” Eugene stood up, stretched and touched his shoulder, “Just realized I didn’t tie those stitches off right at all. Hold still.”

Mike groaned.

[nanaosaki3940]

The Other Side Reactions (Tokyo Revengers)

The Other Side Reactions Series (Comic) ft. Shinichiro Sano, Keisuke Baji, Ken Ryuguji aka Draken, Izana Kurokawa and Kakucho.

Original Creator/Writer: Nana (@takemtchy) on Twitter

Follow Nana on Twitter : Link

Synopsis: During the time of the Final Arc (Three Deities Arc and Kanto Manji Arc), what it was like on the other side?

Part-01 : Link (When Senju came face to face with South.)

Part-02 : Link (When Takeomi apologized to Senju)

Part-03 : Link and Link (Dark Impulse taking over Mikey)

Part-04 : Link (When Mikey broke Takemichi's arm)

Part-05 : Link and Link (When Mikey killed South)

Part-06 : Link and Link (South joining the other side)

Part-07 : Link (After the Three Deities Battle)

Part-08 : Link and Link (Meanwhile on the other side)

Part-09 : Link (Chifuyu's new uniform design)

Part-10 : Link (Mitsuya's distress)

Part-11 : Link (Mitsuya's fashion show)

Part-12 : Link (Mitsuya rejecting Chifuyu's new uniform design)

Part-13 : Link (When kid Mikey attacked kid Sanzu)

Part-14 : Link (When Takemichi formed the 2nd Gen Toman)

Part-15 : Link (When Kanto Manji Gang prepares for war)

Part-16 : Link (2nd Gen Toman VS Kanto Manji Gang Begins)

Part-17 : Link (Takemichi VS Kakucho)

Part-18 : Link (Mikey with Kakucho and Mocchi)

Part-19 : Link (Ran VS Mitsuya)

Part-20 : Link (Rindo VS Hakkai; Wakasa VS Inupi)

Part-21 : Link (When Hakkai seperates the Haitani Brothers)

Part-22 : Link and Link (When Benkei punched Inupi in the face)

Part-23 : Link (When Inupi hits back Benkei and Wakasa)

Part-24 : Link (When Takemichi saw a vision of a train accident)

Part-25 : Link (Takemichi and Kakucho teaming-up)

Part-26 : Link (Kakucho helping Takemichi in fights)

Part-27 : Link (Sanzu finds out that Takemichi's a time leaper)

Part-28 : Link (Kakucho joining the other side)

Part-29 : Link (When a motobike hits Sanzu)

Part-30 : Link (Taiju Shiba joins the battlefield)

Part-31 : Link (Taiju defeats Benkei and Wakasa)

Part-32 : Link (Takemichi faces off Sanzu)

Part-33 : Link (Mikey taking out everybody)

Part-34 : Link (When Mikey's mother passed away)

Part-35 : Link (When Shinichiro passed away)

Part-36 : Link (Mikey refuses to listen to Baji and Draken)

Part-37 : Link (Mikey VS Takemichi begins)

Part-38 : Link (When Takemichi finally lands a hit on Mikey)

Part-39 : Link (Shinichiro Sano - the 2nd time leaper)

Part-40 : Link (Shinichiro disbanding 1st Gen Black Dragons)

Part-41 : Link (Shinichiro goes on dark mood)

Part-42 : Link (When Shinichiro kills the homeless guy)

Part-43 : Link (Shinichiro leaps through time)

Part-44 : Link (End of Shinichiro backstory)

Part-45 : Link (When Kazutora killed Shinichiro)

Part-46 : Link (When Mikey stabbed Takemichi)

Part-47 : Link and Link (Takemichi goes back to 1998)

Part-48 : Link (Epilogue)

Bonus: The Other Side Reaction Twitter Thread

[dancingintherainwithchifuyu]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

ANDI know you just made a request of mine but I can order another one with Takemitchy's little sister who knows the first generation of Black Dragon (Shinishiro survive somehow) can you make her knowledgeable Shinishiro , imaushi , takeomi and Benkei Please 

Shinichiro had managed to escape another gang with a few scratches and bruises, he didn't expect a kid to rush up to him looking worried.

She had demand to help him treat his injuries.

He missed this, why couldn't Emma and Mikey be like this!?

She looked around 6?

"Michi nii always gets into fights"

She pouted while placing hello kitty band-aids all over his injuries.

She carried these around for her brother?

How precious.

Takeomi, Wakasa and Keizo found Shinichiro talking to a kid at the park, he was covered in pink band-aids.

"You got into a fight?"

"I got away, dont lecture me"

The girl immediately stared up at Kezio "did you drunk lots of milk?"

"Will I grow big if I drink lots of milk?"

She continued questioning him not giving him time to answer.

"Are you lost?"

"Nuhuh waiting for Michi nii"

Shinichiro had suggested that they should keep an eye on the girl since she helped him.

But the other knew it was because he didnt want to leave her alone.

She didnt seem to lose energy at all even if she kept running around the whole time.

"I like your hair!" She said to Wakasa the male simply just smiled at her and ruffled her hair.

After the sun has set and the girl ran to a blonde approaching her, Shinichiro relaxed getting up to go lecture the boy about leaving his sister at a park.

But once he saw Mikey walking up to the siblings he sighed "now it makes sense"

221 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 14:11:30 GMT

#4

Oh look I found older Baji

237 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 11:14:23 GMT

#3

Imagine Bonten's youngest member and only female member

Dont get them wrong, their protective even if you can protect yourself.

Takeomi and Mikey kinda baby you, it's just their big brother instinct

Sanzu?? Yeah he likes annoying the shit out of you.

Mochi acts more like dad, please don't go around being reckless

Kakucho kinda acts like a body guard, will lecture the other if they annoy you.

Please please don't show up hurt.

For the sake of their mental health

And the group who hurt you.

Sanzu will slaughter them on Mikey's orders.

238 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 04:44:54 GMT

#2

Red thread

With Draken

He honestly believed Emma was his soulmate (I love Emma but I need her for this prompt)

The thought never crossed his mind that you'd be his soulmate.

You were blessed to see threads, so you kept quiet and to yourself.

When Draken learns he and Emma aren't connected, he asks you to cut the strings

He doesn't know that your threads are connected

So you decide to cut his thread from yours.

Which causes you to forgot about him.

It's only later that he learns the truth

263 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 18:10:28 GMT

#1

Viriclity 

(N) naive,  innocent. 

Single dad Shinichiro 

Shinichiro x daughter reader

Warnings: Shitty mother,Abandonment, death

@lostinthe-jojos

See the full post

306 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 11:11:42 GMT

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[bemorechillifries]

dreams

Fire.

He wonders if everyone will make it out safely.

Well, other than him, he supposes. He'll burn to ash and even his soul won't make it out okay, not after everything he's done, and then he'll never stop burning and burning and burning andburningandburningandburningandburningand--

Rich's eyes snap open, jolting upright and kicking himself free of the sheets, a scream perched on the edge of his lips. Awake, he's awake, he supposes, but if he's awake then why can he still feel flames licking scalding tongues across his skin, why can he taste the smoke clogging his lungs, why can he still smell himself burning, why is he still burningburningburning--

Cold.

Cold water against hot, clammy skin. Shower. He's in the shower, icy water making the tile slick under his hands. How did he get here? He doesn't remember anything, only fire.

He doesn't move, doesn't do any of the normal shower procedures. He just stands there, staring blankly down at the faucet, letting the freezing water soothe his skin while the sound soothes his mind. He pretends it's rain, his own personal thunderstorm to settle his thoughts, put out the fire in his head.

He chuckles bitterly under his breath. He may be out of the fire, but the fire's sure as fuck not out of him. It's trapped beneath his skin, smoke stuck in the slight rasp of his voice.

When he finally starts to register how fucking cold the water actually is, he shuts it off, drying himself quickly so he can sprint back to bed in his boxers. He's not settled enough to actually go back to sleep yet, so he just tucks himself in and picks up his phone to scroll through Instagram.

420 gay: 1 missed call (23 minutes ago)

The part of his brain that equates late night phone calls to emergency has him dialling back before he really realizes it. But then again, this is Michael, who usually sends memes to the chat at 3 in the morning, Michael whose sleep schedule can only be considered that by the vaguest definition. Michael picks up on the third ring, a conversation already sliding from his lips before he even takes his finger off the answer button.

"--ey, you are awake! Dude, I just saw this thing and I figured you'd wanna hear about it, 'cause you like, like, true crime stuff, right?"

"Are you saying you called me at 2:04 AM to tell me about an unsolved murder case?" Rich raises an eyebrow, even though Michael won't be able to see it, amusement lacing his voice.

"Yes. Although I actually called you at like...1 something. 1:40? I dunno. A while ago."

"Michael."

"Richard."

"I'm pretty sure you're my soulmate."

Michael laughs. "Because I'm about to tell you about an unsolved murder case from 50 years ago?"

"Absolutely. But if you don't hurry up and tell me about the case, I'll have to take that back. You'll be downgraded to Regular Friend again."

Michael gasps dramatically. "Fine, fine! Okay, so. There's this guy, right?"

"Let me guess. He gets murdered."

"Are you gonna let me tell you or are you gonna interrupt every two seconds?"

"Depends on how interesting this case is." Of course, he thinks everything that comes out of Michael's mouth is interesting, but whatever.

Michael scoffs. "Why would I call you at 2 AM if it wasn't interesting?"

"Because you wanted to hear my voi-- I can hear you rolling your eyes already, at least let me finish the sentence!"

"Shut up and let me tell you about the case!" They're both laughing quietly at this point.

Michael continues excitedy telling him about the case. Rich listens with the same amount of enthusiasm. The case really is interesting, but he still interrupts every so often with his own little comments. He wouldn't be Richard Goranski if he didn't. He forgets about smoke covered dreams and fire eating him alive. His thoughts are red and warm and no longer scalding, consuming him.

Eventually they fall into comfortable silence. His eyelids start to grow heavy again and he nestles more deeply into his pillows.

"D'you have, like," he interrupts himself with a yawn, "some kinda sensor or something?"

"Huh?" Michael sounds sleepier himself. Or maybe he's just confused. Rich can't tell. Brain's not on.

"Y'know, like -- like some kinda sixth sense or something? For when I'm not doin' so hot?" Hehe. Hot. Fire. Burning. Hot. He was hilarious and he didn't even have to try.

"What?" Now Michael definitely sounds confused. Rich can hear the little crease forming between his eyebrows as they draw together in his "I am confusion" face.

"'Cause you always seem to find me when I'm havin' a shit time. Can't think how else you'd do it," Rich mumbles. He isn't even sure if Michael can hear him, much less understand what he's going on about. He himself isn't even sure what he's saying anymore.

"I do?" Michael sounds surprised, maybe a little amused at Rich's late night (early morning?) ramblings. "Is that-- does it-- Huh. I didn't know." A pause. "...Are you okay?"

"Mm? Yeah, I'm good, dude." Rich shaked himself awake, rubbing his eyes. "Just kinda...like I'm gonna fall asleep soon. What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, are you okay?"

Michael chuckles softly into the receiver. "Yeah, I'm fine. Less high, more tired." He pauses again. He's doing that a lot, Rich thinks. He only does that when he has something he wants to say but isn't really sure how to say it, or even if he should. "...I was asking because, you know, you said I always find you when you're having a shit time and, like. That implies that you were having a shit time earlier? But you said you're good now so I guess it doesn't matter now, right? Oh God, I mean, not that it doesn't matter but just--"

Ah. There it is.

"Whoa, Mikey, breathe." Rich figures it's okay to cut him off this time. "I just had a nightmare earlier is all. PTSD bullshit or somethin'. Fire and all that. And I was too worked up to even try sleeping after." He picks at a loose thread on his pillowcase, focusing on that instead of wondering what Michael's expression might be, or if he's saying too much. "But talking about a bloody hotel murder from the 50s really calmed me the fuck down."

Humor and swearing. The best defense mechanisms.

Michael snorts at that, but Rich feels the weird, heavy atmosphere lift. "I mean. Who wouldn't calm down after that?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

There's another pause before Michael takes a breath and says, "Just call me next time, okay? I mean, I'm always up anyway, so, like. Might as well, y'know?"

"'S long as you tell me about another murder," Rich mumbles, stretching and rolling onto his side.

"You still sound like you're about to fall asleep." Michael is smirking. Rich can tell.

"Nahhhh."

"Dude, go to bed. Only I am allowed to be up at ungodly hours of the night."

"Okay, Daddy. Goodnight."

Michael makes a gagging noise. "Gross."

"Don't kinkshame me! I don't kinkshame you for your vore shit!"

"You're right. We must band together against the true evil. Jeremy and his fursuit."

Rich cackles unattractively, Michael's laugh mixing in to create the best melody Rich has ever heard.

Okay, damn, that was cheesy, Goranski. Wow.

Rich is asleep before the call ended screen fades away. He dreams of gentle fingers against rough scars, of guiding a hand slowly to his cheek and chocolate eyes widening under thick lashes and even thicker lens, red cheeks and red hoodies and red slushies. He still wakes up burning, but this one whispers love instead of war.

[dustedandsocial]

FAKE RADIO, Vol. 28 Pictured: Nagrobki Tracklist:

01. Maximum Ernst (with Daniel Carter) - Whip Lashes or Lava Threads 02. CHEVIGNON - Cowboy de l'amour 03. Noseholes - Jazzholes 04. NO-ARM - weasel soup 05. No Balls - Breaking 06. Macula Dog - Proxy Rock 07. Me Donner - nUntitled 004 08. Map 71 - CDM 09. Stacian - So Cialo 10. Golden Oriole - The Chrysopoeia of the Trilithon Ass 11. Baxter Stockman - Koskenlaskija 12. Nagrobki - Nie Chcę Myśleć O Śmierci 13. Kurws - Tańce na wulkanie - Dances on the volcano 14. SeedyROM - Closed Eyes 15. Die Orangen - Metal Man 16. AVENIR - Sels Minéraux 17. C.I.A Debutante - How the interrogation worked 18. FITH - Signs 19. Canicule - 40° 20. Lawrence Le Doux - Wind 21. Urinoir Désir - Amour 22. Siihhi - Moleros (version 4) 23. The Bomber Jackets - The Death of Old Wooly 24. Félicia Atkinson - ADAPTATION ASSEZ FACILE 25. Equipment Pointed Ankh - BIG INSIDE THE BLOCK (...DOGS OUT) 26. Yrsel - Les spectres 27. oAxAcA - Archi 28. Sexton Ming - A Totally Different Breed

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FAKE RADIO, Vol. 29 Pictured: Mirrored Lips

Tracklist:

01. Mrs Dink - You(th) People 02. Bloody Show - Open Fire 02. Real Regular - Communication Lost 03. Toylettes - Egal 04. USA Nails - All My Things 05. No Sister - Perpetrate 06. Crack Cloud - Empty Cell 07. HOUSEWIVES - Excerpt 2 08. Maraudeur - Dust Dries On Its Rests 09. Singing Lessons - Don't You Ever 10. Table Sugar - Straight Shooter 11. File Folder - In The Yard 12. Primary Colours - Dogs (Orlando Furious cover) 13. Behavior - Topanga Keepsake 14. monster island. - the new vernacular 15. Mirrored Lips - ледоход 16. Midnight Mines - UP ON THE ROOF WITH SCABS AND PIGS 17. NO FUN - YOU DON'T SEE IT 18. TV Dinner Education - External Borders 19. Galaxie Deluxe - How'd They Get a Sound So Big 20. F Ingers - All Rolled Up 21. The Sticks - Small Dog 22. Private Anarchy - How to Get Out 23. Blank Statements - Building A Ramp 24. Beatles HC - Prescription Man 25. Black Sandwich - Butt Nugget 27. Cookie Brooklyn & the Crumbs - Fred Smith's Wine 28. Consolidated Plastics - At Fellowship Hotel & Casino 29. neutrals - Motorcycle Cop 30. Arabia Saudade - Cha, saudade

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FAKE RADIO, Vol. 30 Pictured: Massicot

Tracklist:

01. Vincent Ahehehinnou - Best Woman [orig. 1978, reissue 2017] 02. THE JOHN MERRICKS - Once Upon A Time 03. Brainbeau - Going Out 04. MASSICOT - kokteilis 05. Dustbreeders et Junko - Chicken Walk [could have been recorded 10 years ago??? Released this year for the first time. I think???] 06. Karkhana - Gavur 07. LUKA E LE MIGNOTTE - Ergastolo 08. Mount Trout - Burnt Hut 09. SOLEIL MAGNÉTO - Tawaare 10. Bosaina - New York, April 26th 2013 11. Nicole Mitchell - Forestwall Timewalk 12. Coppice - Induction and Bifurcation 13. Black Trumpets - Her Landing 14. Bûcheron - Fomalgaut 15. Weird Dust - When U Were Mine 16. Hiele Martens - Dagdroom 17. Karim El Ghazoly - 40 dera3 18. The Mond - Movement IV 19. Accident du travail - QUEEN S FUNERAL (Live) 20. Gianni Giublena Rosacroce - Notte Invernale 21. ot to, not to - Degas' Dancers 22. Alessandra Novaga - each man kills the thing he loves 23. Delphine Dora - Why should i be afraid 24. Mikey Young - Freedom '13 25. Dan Cross - Rock N Roll Used To Be A Friend Of Mine 26. Winter Family - Spring Roll

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(All previous mixes)

[jcksonfields]

JD gave his friend a grin, "we love it though," he replied reassuringly. As theg walked, JD kept an eye on Mikey, watching as he spoke, "good is good though. Getting better every day." And that was all one could ask for, each day better than the last, or so he hoped. "I know but still," he still felt as if his friend would break or get hurt and that he couldn't do anything about it, or save him. It still bothered him that he couldn't have stopped Mikey that night, or that he didn't even try to; though he'd never let Mikey or anyone else know that. "She did good with it though!" He said eyeing the bejeweled cane within his friend's hands, "she definitely knows how to bedazzled something." He couldn't imagine Mandy doing anything different, giving it her own take on designing it, and he knew it would come out great whatever she did. Then nodding, he shrugged both his shoulders, "it is what it is," there wasn't really anything he could do about it anyway. "I hope so, but for now I guess it just means I can have as much fun as I'd like huh?"

Michael rolled his shoulders in a dismissive shrug. “Yeah, pretty much.” He chuckled lowly, feeling the crisp air inflating his lungs. “Yeah, I’m doing good.” It was the best answer he could give; the best outcome thanks to his persistence with physical and psychological therapy, and having his families support. “I’m not so fragile anymore, don’t worry. I’ve still got to carry this around,” he replied, raising his cane to the spotlight again. “But Mandy did a great job — making sure I stick out like a sore thumb more than I already do. — just kidding. It is actually really cool.” He couldn’t appreciate any of his family more than he did presently. “Wait, what? Shit, man. I’m sorry.” Michael paused, giving his friend a sympathetic smile. “The right girls out there for you. Just give it time.”

[jcksonfields]

On the outside JD tried to ooze an air of confidence, but deep down he was just your average goofball, who loved deeply whether that were friends or family. And sometimes friends became family like Mikey had over the years. Smiling softly at Mikey after the silent agreement exchanged between them. Choking over the air or his own saliva, he didn't know, he sputtered out telling Mikey about himself and Riddy. "Yeah," his cheeks burning pink, as a rubbed the back of his neck, "it's been a long time coming." He nodded but felt bad for sort of springing it on Mikey after what had happened. And why it had happened.

Michael nodded his head at his friends compassion. “Yeah, I know.” Lips twitching up into a small smile, he couldn’t help but quirk a brow as he saw JD become increasingly flustered, could see the pink tinge creeping up his cheeks. Hearing him stammer Riddy’s name, he knew they’d been seeing each other unofficially for a little bit, testing the waters of their attraction for one another. “Yeah..?” He was happy to hear his friend was having more luck in the romance department than Michael was, feeling that sharp sting in his heart as if someone was holding it in their grasp and crushing it. “You did?” Even still, he urged his joy for his best friend by giving his shoulder a squeeze. “That’s great, man. Seriously. I’m really happy for you.”

[jcksonfields]

Despite the few year age difference between Mikey and JD, they were as thick as thieves, stemming from growing up together. "Hey down to two from seven is a good thing ya know. And it really is. But I'm really glad things are going okay and that you're okay." He didn't tell Mikey how scared he had been afterwards for his friend and how upset he had been over everything. JD had let it slip about something happening at Creek Fest and his cheeks started to blush. "Uh, well, ya know," he started off, stalling a bit at first, "how uh, Riddy and I have been going in dates and such?" He asked, avodinging eye contact for the moment, "well I sort of officially asked her out. Like for real, to be my girlfriend and not just have this back and forth of going out on dates."

Michael didn't want Jackson to change, enjoyed having a good laugh whenever they were together. “Yeah, yeah.” He said nonchalantly, rolling his shoulders in a gentle shrug. “That’s it. Gone down from everyday of the week to 2 out of 7 days.” And even then, it wasn’t poking so much any more. Prodding, though? Yeah. “She does, but it’s what’s best for me, y’know?” At the mention of gossip, Mikeys brows rose in curiosity. “What happened?”

[jcksonfields]

JD's face scrunched up as he couldn't come up with a fun come back, but quickly softened as he watched Mikey. "Absolutely, you're my best friend. Well you and Chan," he added with a laugh, knowing the three if them were an interesting bunch. "How's it feel being home?" He asked, though this wasn't technically his home, but out of the hospital he meant. "That'd be one he'll of a medical marvel if you did. I'd definitely be calling the newspaper if it happened."

“Uh huh.” Mikey responded dryly, though still gave him a playful nudge with his elbow as JD made himself comfortable beside him. “Thanks, man.” Michael set the remote aside and took the baked treats, taking one out and peeling the paper lining away before taking a bite. “Me too, seriously.” He muffled between chewing. “I don’t know, but i’m definitely not popping out any babies anytime soon.”

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Expecting nothing less from Mikey and Mandy, knowing this was probably her doing, JD gave his friend a wide grin. "I'd expect nothing less," he nodded, "how ya feeling?" He asked hoping Mikey was feeling better and doing good, cursing himself for not seeing him as much as he'd hoped. "Exactly, and I don't feel like tackling some random kid who decided they wanted to push their way through. Especially one that decides to bump into you," he gave Mikey a wink before shrugging, "kind of shitty. I got dumped. And then me, Jaz, and Jake were tasked with cooking so you can only imagine how that went down. How about you?"

Michael knew it would be the first thing JD would point out when they met, his face unsurprised but still humoured by his friends exclamation before bumping his free fist against the others. “Fuck yeah, it is.” Mikey shrugged nonchalantly, giving his cane its moment of fame beneath the colourful Christmas lights. “Yeah, for sure. The earlier I see them, the better. The crowds get way too crazy the closer we get to actual Christmas. How was your thanksgiving?”

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JD's grin quickly turned sour as he tried to think of a witty comeback, "um, I guess I'm still being dreamed up?" He asked with a shrug, knowing it fell flat as he sat down next to Mikey and handed him the cupcakes. "I'm glad you're home man," he replied, with a more serious look and nod. "Yeah, what else was I gonna get? Happy birthday?"

Mikey had been channel surfing, bored out of his brains while his sister was out working. He had agreed to stay home, considering he’d just been discharged from hospital the day before. Hearing the entrance to the bungalow open and JD appear inside, Michael was the epitome of shock before it twisted into bemusement. “What the — wait — if I’m the baby, and I’m three years older than you… what does that make you, exactly?” Michael was feeling a little bit more like himself now that he was in a familiar and comfortable environment. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would have lasted. “It’s a boy? Really?”

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JD just shrugged with a sheepish grin, "I know but hey you gotta love it," he was a dork and he knew it. Though his face quickly softened as their conversation moved along, but he also liked these heart to hearts with Mikey. It was different but it also deepened their friendship. "That's good, no nurses poking and prodding you ever hours," he added, before nodding, "yeah. I bet Liv runs a tight ship but in a good way." From what he had known about Livvy for as long as he had known her, that's just who she was and it was a good thing. "Oh I totally would. Speaking of gossip. I've got some for you. Straight outta Creek Fest."

JD's face scrunched up as he couldn't come up with a fun come back, but quickly softened as he watched Mikey. "Absolutely, you're my best friend. Well you and Chan," he added with a laugh, knowing the three if them were an interesting bunch. "How's it feel being home?" He asked, though this wasn't technically his home, but out of the hospital he meant. "That'd be one he'll of a medical marvel if you did. I'd definitely be calling the newspaper if it happened."