#and y'know. whatever you wanna call the middle one

[mushrubes]

Bags

Masterlist | The last of us masterlist

Requested : No

Song : Bags - Clairo

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, grumpy + sunshine, canon divergent, slightly wholesome <3

Word count :  3k

Have a great day / night !!

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Every second counts

I don't wanna talk to you anymore,

The house was peaceful for once. Ellie was out with friends, Joel was sitting at the kitchen counter, fixing a new guitar he'd managed to find for Ellie while you were sat aimlessly staring into space, the TV in the background only on for a sense of comfort. Quietly, you admired the older male in front of you, noticing all the big or small features you'd noted many times. The way his face contorted when he was focused, his hand occasionally brushing through his salt and pepper curls, the little humming he'd do sometimes. You were so lost in thought, that you hadn't even realised Ellie had returned, a smug grin on her face as she noticed where your gaze lay.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, a knowing look on her face, giggling as she saw the flustered expression settle on yours with a soft blush on your cheeks. "Just...thinking." you responded, clearing your throat as you brushed her off. She raised an eyebrow, going to say something before you nudged her side. "Not a word, kiddo." you mumbled, sending her a look as she laughed softly, nodding. "Secrets safe with me." she assured, a soft grin on her face as she looked over at him before back at you. What you had missed, with the lovestruck grin on Joel's face as he watched you interact with the girl he'd come to love like a daughter.

All these little games

You can call me by the name I gave you

Yesterday

"Ellie, be nice." you reminded before bursting into laughter with her, unable to hold it back as she called Joel a 'grumpy, old man'. He let out a huff, rubbing his face. "Alright, alright, go, just be safe." he grumbled, earning a grin from Ellie who thanked him before running off to see her girlfriend. "Grumpy, huh?" you teased, causing him to roll his eyes, a small grin on his face. "Stop it." he warned, his usual stern expression softening as he looked over at you, pulling you into his side softly. "She's not wrong, y'know." you teased, Joel groaning in response before he gently gave you a nudge. "I hate you." he jokingly responded, heading back into the house, and letting you run to catch up with him.

"Well you're not exactly a sunshine are you?"

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Sleepily stumbling down the stairs to the kitchen, you tugged your blanket around you a bit tighter, letting out a small yawn. "Mornin' sunshine." Joel greeted, a smirk on his face as he chuckled in amusement, pulling you in for a brief hug. "Morning, grumps." you muttered, feeling Joel's chest rumble with his soothing chuckle. "Cold?" he asked softly, his fingers carefully running through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You let out a small hum of agreement, nuzzling into his chest.

"Sit down. I'll make your favourite hot chocolate."

Every minute counts

I don't wanna watch TV anymore 

Can you figure me out?

Just doin' to waste more time on the couch

It felt like it had been hours since you, Joel and Ellie had sat down and started watching whatever old movies he had found in a random box in the attic, finding a way for the three of you to somehow kill some time. You were sat in the middle, with Joel on your left and Ellie on your right. The recliner was up, your legs on one half while Joels was on the other, but a small amount of space in between.

Throughout the movie, the gap between the two of you slowly gets smaller, with only a slither of space in between that stops you two from touching. As Ellie had gotten up to go to bed, you could see Joel's arm that was closest to you raise, your cheeks a light shade of red as you braced yourself for the contact that never came. But you were right. He was going to put it around you, but he backed out last second, silently cursing himself as he saw the disappointed look on your face.

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time

I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine

The pair of you were riding back in from patrol, laughing at a corny dad joke he had said. "God, you've been spending too much time with Ellie." you teased, earning a chuckle and an amused look from the older male, sending his usual smile to you. "My jokes are better than those puns." he joked, both of you knowing that really, even though he'd never verbally admit it, he did sometimes approve of Ellie's puns - even if they did come from that shitty book.

He helped you off your horse, making sure to put both of them back into the stables and shut them properly before walking back over to you. "You alright? You look like you have something on your mind." he asked, his stern demeanour melting away and his face now soft as the concern was evident in his voice. "I...uh..." you responded, clearing your throat as you tried to think of an excuse.

"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me." he assured seriously, his hand finding yours and intertwining, squeezing comfortingly. He ran his thumb along your hand soothingly, trying to help you as much as he could for now. "I was wondering-" you started, but was interrupted by a voice calling out to Joel. "Joel! Tommy said he needs your help, like urgently!" Ellie shouted out, jogging over to the pair, not noticing you sighing in defeat.

Joel shot you an apologetic look as he nodded at Ellie. "We can talk about this later?" he murmured softly, the sadness in his eyes clear. "Don't worry about it." you brushed off, a slight bitterness in your tone which caused him to quietly wince but nod regardless. He looked at you one last time before he quickly headed off to Tommy's house, Ellie looked between you two confused. "...Did I interrupt something?" she asked, a slight look of remorse on her face, sighing as she watched you start to walk back to the house, running to catch up.

Can you see me using everything to hold back?

I guess this could be worse

Walkin' out the door with your bags

"Are you sure about this?" you sighed softly, the worry clear in your expression as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him pack. Joel had agreed to go out for a few days with Tommy, in an attempt to find any extra supplies that could be helpful. "Hey, we'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it." Joel tried to assure, unable to ignore the small feeling in his gut that always gave him 'What if' scenarios he'd tried to learn to ignore.

"I know, I just..." you sighed, moving in slightly. "I'm just scared something might happen, y'know?" you admitted, slightly hesitant of what his response would be, unsure of how he'd react. He shot you a small smile before pulling you into a gentle hug. It was hard for either of you to miss how perfectly your bodies fit together, your head tucked into his chest as his head rested atop yours, gently swaying.

"I'll always come home to you. You know that."

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Pour your glass of wine

Mitchell told me I should be just fine

Cases under the bed

Spill it open, let it rush to my head

Ellie was out with friends, leaving just you and Joel at home. He'd managed to find a bottle of wine you both loved (he didn't find it, Tommy got it from the bar in Jackson for him) and the two of you were going to have a relaxing night in. You were rummaging through a box of vinyls that you'd managed to collect throughout the years from patrols or when you and Joel had been exploring in previous years, settling on "A case of you".

Joel had finished pouring the two glasses of wine, watching you dance with an amused smile on his face as he took a gulp. You held a hand out, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. "No, no, I don't dance." he denied, taking another drink of his wine as you did the same. You kept grinning at him, not retreating your hand as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He let out a defeated sigh, taking your hand and slow dancing with you, the usual tension filling the room. He could never say no to you.

I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners

Savour this with everything I have inside of me

"I don't get it. Why don't you just tell her?" Ellie huffed, walking alongside Joel as they patrolled around the outside of Jackson. "I don't like them, Ellie." he tried to lie, hoping she'd think the tinted redness of his cheeks was due to the cold weather. "Oh come on! You're not fooling anyone with that. I can feel the tension-" she carried on, Joel's hand coming up and covering her mouth to not let her finish that sentence, giving her a look. Ellie sighed, pushing his hand away.

"Look, I'm just saying. It's clear you both have feelings, why don't you just be straightforward?" she huffed, kicking a rock as they made their way back to the gate. He let out an annoyed huff in response. "Because it's not that easy. They don't deserve to be stuck with someone like me. Now I don't want to hear a single word more about it." He ordered, a cold and unreadable look on his face to cover up with vulnerability he almost showed, storming ahead of Ellie. He wasn't ready to lose you yet. 

I'm not the type to run, I know that we're having fun

But what's the rush? Kissing, then my cheeks are so flushed

Joel let out a slight huff in the mirror as he got dressed, regretting having agreed to go to the baby shower - but it was his brothers, after all. He had to. You walked in, Joel immediately admiring how you looked in your outfit, the colour suiting you. He loved it when you wore your favourite colour, you always looked good to him. "You okay?" you asked softly, bringing him out of his thoughts as he nodded, grunting as his tie kept annoying him. You didn't say a word - you didn't have to. You walked over, gently pushing his hands away and tying it for him. "We don't have to go if it's too much, Joel, I'm sure Tommy would understand." you suggested, frowning as you knew why it was bothering him, considering his late daughter.

"No, no, it's the least I could do." he mumbled, his arms subconsciously wrapping around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours as he peered down at you, a small smile on your face. "Thank you." he whispered. He didn't say it often but he didn't need to. You knew. You knew how grateful he was for both you and Ellie, you knew how much he prioritised and thought about both of you, he made sure to show how important both of you were to him through actions, not being one to trust his words.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say back, both of you looking at each other with pure love in your eyes. You couldn't even comprehend what you were doing as you leaned in, your lips intertwining with his, a soft but passionate kiss being shared between the pair of you. All you could do was hope this wouldn't make things awkward.

Tell you how I felt

Sugar coated melting in your mouth

His eyes stayed on you the entire party, no matter what was happening. He stood with his brother, a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with other people at the party, especially Maria, Tommy's wife. His thoughts trailed, thinking about how life could be with you being his. You, him and Ellie being a family of three, with Tommy and Maria together along with their soon baby. He felt nostalgic, watching you interact with not only Ellie but the other children there, noting your parental nature.

A part of him wished he'd met you sooner, wondering what life would have been like if he'd met you before the outbreak, wondering if you'd get together, wondering if you'd treat Sarah how you treated Ellie. His brother didn't say anything but he could see what Ellie had been saying to him. She was right, it wasn't hard for anyone to see how enamoured the two of you were with each other.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched you wave at him, Joel waving back as he approached you, standing close to you as he made conversation. "You're right, kiddo." he hummed, standing next to Ellie who nodded, grinning. "Wanna bet when they'll finally get together?"

Pardon my emotions

I should probably keep it all to myself

Know you'd make fun of me

The kiss had been replaying in his mind all night, stopping him from being able to sleep as he sighed quietly, looking over at you next to him, taking in your sleeping form. You always looked ethereal to him, whether it was when you'd just woken up, hair all messy and in old pjs or you were dressed nice. The thought of confessing crossed his mind constantly but he just couldn't. A part of him wanted to do a sweet confession - take you out for dinner or something, bring you flowers and tell you how much you meant to him. But he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. There were so many reasons in his head why it would be wrong. He was almost double your age. He wasn't good with his emotions as it was. You were such a light in his life - his sunshine - you didn't deserve someone as grumpy as him.

He let out a sigh, noticing you shivering from the cold air filling the house. Pulling you into him, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, taking in how peaceful you looked, chuckling as your 'sleeping' form nuzzled into him - he hadn't noticed you were awake. He continued, nuzzling into your neck, pressing some soft pecks against it. "One day, I promise." he mumbled, caressing the back of his head. You could've sworn you heard him whisper 'I love you' before his snores filled the room, but you shook it off, assuring yourself it was just you being tired.

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time

I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine

Weeks passed, every day leaving you hoping for something - anything to happen. Nothing. He'd almost become more hesitant after the kiss, neither of you bringing it up to the other, almost silently agreeing that it never happened. Everything else continued as normal - the 'subtle' glances, the tension in the room, hell, even the constant almost crossing the line between lovers and friends but it never actually happened. You'd had enough of it when he spoke to you as if nothing was going on, deciding you'd confront him later on in the evening. You just hoped nothing would go wrong.

Can you see me using everything to hold back?

I guess this could be worse

Walkin' out the door with your bags

"Can we talk?" you asked quietly, sitting down on the sofa once Ellie had gone to bed. Unlike last time, there was clear space between the two of you, almost as if it would hurt if you made the slightest bit of contact. "What's up?" he asked nonchalantly, not looking away from the television to look at you. "The kiss the other week, Joel. We can't just pretend it didn't happen-" you started, running a hand through your hair in frustration. He still didn't look up, but his body clearly tensed as he heard you. "What about it?" he asked, his voice now unreadable. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, confused as to why he was suddenly being so shut off and cold towards you.

"What did it mean-" you started before he huffed, sitting up and looking at you, his face cold and stern. "It meant nothing." he responded, the room going quiet. You blinked a few times, registering what he had said. "...What?" you asked, not believing you had heard him properly, almost certain you had misheard his words. "It meant nothing." he repeated, biting his cheek as he lied to you, hands gripped in fists at his side.

And then it happened. He could see the disappointed look on your face, the heartbreak evident. His guilt only got worse as he saw your eyes well as you nodded, taking deep breaths as you got up. "Okay. Thanks for clearing that up." you responded, but he immediately noticed how small your voice was, how it wavered. He wanted to stand up, pull you into his arms, tell you he was lying. But to him? Pushing you away was the best idea. He zoned out as you said goodnight, his gut dropping as he saw the tears you thought you were hiding roll down your face as you walked off, leaving him alone in the living room. He slumped down in his armchair, head in his hands. What had he done?

Walkin' out the door with your bags

[rowanwithaz]

The Izuchako problem.

(⚠ I want to make sure everyone knows I'm not hating on anyone or anything,if I say anything negative about Izuchako that's just critiques,and all the negative things I say about Izuchako shippers is just certain people who have been assholes,I'm not hating on anything,just wanted to write some issues on the Izuchako community and issues in some media that the toxic side of the community supports,and,yes,I'm aware every shipping community has toxic shippers,I'll talk in much more detail on that⚠)

⚠WARNING⚠: Contains: Wishing and promoting Suicide,talks about child pregnancy(very brief,) Homophobia,sexism,racism,and fucking talks about TORTURE.

First off,I have talked about Izuchako numerous times,but I've only spoke briefly on...the problems with the community.

Ochaco the baby maker?

Okay,look,I'll get a little "personal" . At a young age (4 or 5) I was told the greatest thing I could do was have children. I was told REGULARLY AS A FOUR YEAR OLD my greatest achievement would be pregnancy and child birth. So,this kinda hits a more...soft spot for me. And,I want to explain why this is so FUCKED up.

Ochaco Is a CHILD. You are saying a fifteen year old girl (17 now) should be impregnated (in this context by Izuku,also a minor) and that would be her GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT. This is pushing a narrative that has been around for hundreds of thousands of years,that a woman's biggest achievement is child barring,like,how can people say everyone is "woke feminists" when people like Matt Walsh want the age of consent laws in marriage to be sixteen ,because woman are more fertile.Weather you like it or not,you remind me of that bastard.

...I-I share a fandom with Matt Walsh wannabes. (I know non of them spoke about "child pregnancy" ,but,they didn't say, "When Ochaco gets older" . Without that context I'm going to assume you're that diluted.)

Death Threats? Who cares?

*Deep inhale* Here we go. I,uh,there is much much more,but,those contained talks about r*pe,and I was recently sexually harassed,(DON'T WORRY,IT WASN'T TOO BAD.He just did some good ol' borderline sexual harassment,so nothing too bad happened,he just sexualized me and wouldn't give me space lol) So,kinda didn't wanna talk about that.

But,yeah,this shit is so disgusting. I don't think I have to explain why this is fucked up,so I won't. Let's go to the most pressing manner,no one but US calls them out. No.One. And,the usual response is "It's just my opinion." What? What's your opinion? People should die because they like two characters that happen to be boys together romantically? But,no one calls them out,because Izuchako is the "normal" or "average viewer " ship. That translates into, "We don't call out people who ship herto ships because it's NORMAL" . Like,I won't deny that GreeNade shippers made mistakes,but,when they DID it wasn't even THIS bad. And,to top it off,all of that stained the ship's reputation,but,Izuchaco shippers can say whatever the hell they want. And NO ONE,will call them out on it.

Hori is middle aged...?(how is that relevant? Uh,let's see)

Okay,I have NO IDEA,what him being middle-aged has to do with this. And,uh,what..? What do you mean Horikoshi doesn't care about gay people? Look,I know a lot of media *cough* Disney *cough* milk gay people for money. But,if you couldn't tell,Hori,y'know has a best selling manga? He has money,and he didn't need to add gay characters for that. This man put two,(Technically three) trans characters,made Mineta bisexual cannon,hinted HEAVILY at Toga being bisexual and also hinted heavily that Mina is Aro. He.Did.Not.Need.To.Do.That.

He didn't just add trans characters and say, "Well,I'm gonna get some money." He gave them backgrounds ,he gave them RESPECT. And,in the episode when Toga and Twice correct Over Haul on Big Sis Mac's pronouns,I cried,because.

Is it Homophobia?

Well,yes and no. No,because not shipping something isn't homophobic,BUT,using a gay ship to...say certain things is.

Yep,it's homophobic,sexist,and racist...damn.

Yeah,and they GET AWAY with this. They don't face ANY repercussions. Look,I blurred out all the names because I didn't want to help spread hate to anyone. Even biggots. I think they need to face some repercussions,but I don't want to help spread hate,I want to spread awareness. So,if you stumble upon someone talking like that,report them,they are saying really really nasty stuff,and because it's a straight ship they get away with it. Unfortunately,that's how it is. And how it will be if we don't spread awareness and try to get these people off the platform,this isn't "saying a opinion" this is hate speech . I believe most of these people are homophobic,sexist,racists assholes who are using a popular BL ship to spread hate to those communities using the Izuchako community as a shield. So,most Izuchakos are being used to spread hate...that sucks,don't it?

Conclusion:

Do not talk about minors getting pregnant,(I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY THAT),on the note,stop supporting a woman's only use being a baby factory,stop sending death threats and using the excuse "my opinion" ,Hori's age and gender have NOTHING to do with his work,Stop using a gay ship to push your homophobic,racist,sexist,views on and defending yourself with an undeveloped relationship to justify yourself from any repercussions.

Let's end this with a high note,yeah?

Mineta calling Katsuki gay :) (only in sub tho,the dub FUCKED that up)

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 25

Delaney stood in her now empty room infront of her vanity. She had showered and was currently trying to tame her curly hair with one hand. Her shoulder was unbelievably sore and she didn't want to risk breaking the stitches by waving her arm around. "Baby let me help" Jax's voice was soft and she could tell by his tone he was worried about her. Having been held hostage for a day and shot at, how could he not? Sighing in defeat, knowing there was no way she was going to be able to do it alone she held her hair tie out towards him. "Just pile it on top of my head. The last thing I give a shit about is looking presentable." Jax kissed her head as he made eye contact with her through the vanity mirror. "Your beautiful. Always." Smiling at him, she couldn't help but think that she almost lost him today. Almost lost everything. Because of him. Gently taking hold of her long curls Jax twisted them into a messy bun on top of her head like he had seen her do thousands of times before. "You don't have to do this y'know? I can take care of it.." Spinning around, the look on her face alone stopped Jax speaking. "This. This is my choice. This is something i have to do. Closure. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it." Stepping around him, she continued to speak as she pulled on one of his SAMCRO jackets and zipped up the front. "Look, the amount of hurt he has caused me. What me made me lose and what i almost lost yesterday, i need to face him. I need to watch it happen. Know he is really gone." Delaney took Jax's hands in hers and looked up at him. His blue eyes held nothing but concern and love, and it honestly made her want to melt. The safety and love he gave her was something she had never had before, even from her own parents. And she will spend every day of the rest of her life with him feeling like she didn't deserve it. "I love you. And i know your looking out for me. Us.." She moved their hands to rest on her lower belly. "But this is something I'm not going to let go. If i dont confront this, dont face him, he will haunt me forever. It will bleed all over our relationship, our future and that is not something im going to let happen. " Jax nodded and kissed her gently. "Im with you. Always." Smiling against his lips, she captured him in another kiss. "Always."

An hour later and they were pulling up outside the warehouse on the edge of the Wahiwah land. Delaney would be lying if she said she was fine. Sickness rolled through her stomach from the moment they left the house, but she wasn't going to tell Jax that. If he thought for one second she was anything other than fine he would pull the plug on the whole thing. Stepping off the bike and pulling her helmet off, she made her way towards Opie. Wrapping her arms around his middle, he leaned down and enveloped her in a massive bear hug. "You had us all scared for a second there, D." Smiling up at him, Delaney pushed her fallen curls from her eyes. "Im always fine Ope. Cant die yet, Donna still hasn't made me that dinner she promised." Opie laughed loudly at the mention of his wifes cooking. "Yeah youll wish you had when you try her food. I love my wife, but fucking hell she cant cook for shit. You'll have to give her some tips D." The lighthearted moment was cut short as Happy made his way out of the warehouse. No words were exchanged as he made his way to Delaney and scooped her up into a hug. He held her for a long moment, before putting her down and stepping back. Happy was a man of small words but him and Delaney had always been close. She knew she could call on him whenever she needed and he would do anything to keep her safe. She couldnt explain how happy she was when he patched into SAMCRO, meaning he could stay in charming. "Hes ready." Delaney's smile wiped from her face instantly. Reaching out her hand to Jax, they made their way in together. Lets get this over with, once and for all. That was all Delaney could think.

Walking into the room where Alex was held filled Delaney with mixed emotions. He hung from the ceiling in a very similar position to how she did when he took her all those months ago. His arms stretched above his head in a position she new all to well how painful it was. As soon as she stepped into the room, a grin spread across his face. "Oh how disappointing, i thought id killed you." Delaney took a shaky breath before stepping close to him. Her Anger resurfacing at the sight of him. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm very much alive and kicking." Bringing up her knee hard and fast she rammed it in his groin. The noise of pain he let out music to her ears. Turning around to Jax she held her hand out for his knife, which he gladly produced. "I'm not going to stand here and beg you to tell me why you did it, any of it. It's just you. Who you are. Your fucking rotten from the inside out. Theres only one thing i want to know." Tracing the tip of the knife down his chest Delaney had to fight the urge to plunge it in to his breast bone. For the tip of it to graze his hateful heart. For him to burn with pain like she did every day she was with him. "Whats the connection between you and Dr Knowles?" Alex smirked at her. "I cant believe it took you this long to work out. You really are stupid. We both had something in common. We both wanted you and that biker bastard away from each other. Except i wanted you dead and she wanted him to herself." Delaney drove her elbow into his sternum at the admission. She couldnt believe he told her outright. She expected him to toy with her, to make it a game. He groaned painfully as he swung back on the chain he was connected to. She hit him again and again, years worth of anger and pain spurring her on. "Do you think You'll be able to do it?" He spat out "you really think you'll be able to kill me? Even if you manage to do it, itll haunt you forever. The truth of what you did. Just like what you did to that Idiot Kevin does. Just like your baby haunts you." Delaney's eyes watered at his words. "It haunts you deep inside. The pain of it. You carry it dont you? And its heavy. The guilt. That you should've protected it. Just think of what my death will do to you. Ill always be around Laney. Always be in the back of your mind. That voice in your head. Always reminding you Who you really are. Little Laney, Never good enough. You should be thanking me anyway!" He spoke fast blood trickling from his mouth. "Thank you? What the fuck am i thanking you for you delusional prick?" She spat as she glared into his cold eyes. "I did you a favour. You'd be a shit mom Laney. Your not mom material. If you were you'd never have lost the first one. Your weak. You dont deserve to be a mom." Stepping back like she'd been struck, Delaney's back met Jax's chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Tears fell from her cheeks at the taunts from Alex, and her stomach twisted at the satisfaction that spread across his face. He got to her and he knew it. One last dig. And by fuck did it hurt.

"Breathe baby. He's full of shit. Please let me handle it." Jax's worried tone filled her ears. Gripping the knife tightly, she tried to breathe deep. Tried to get a hold on herself. She promised herself she wasnt going to let him do this. Wasnt going to let him get to her. What a fucking lie that was. Stepping out of Jax's arms, She wiped her tears angrily. She wasnt doing this. Not anymore. She was done. Looking Alex directly in the eyes she drove the knife into his stomach. "Hate to break it to you asshole. I'm Pregnant." Pulling the knife back she jammed it into his throat. "I fucking WIN." She spat angrily. She stood there watching the light fade from his eyes. The sick Part of her enjoying it. Stepping back shakily, she dropped the knife to the floor. "See you in hell fucker." Turning around, her eyes fell on a wide eyed Happy and a worried looking Jax.

He's gone. He was actually gone. Never again would she have to look over her shoulder for fear of being snatched. He couldn't hurt her or her family ever again.

So tell me why Delaney still felt terrified on the inside?

Why did she not feel free?

[megsssshie]

Mine

└ Pairing. Toman!Manjiro Sano x Fem!Reader

└ Summary. Mikey finally shows the reader his true thoughts

└ Word count. 762

└ Warnings. Cursing,MDNI,fingering,name calling, masturbation

└ Note. I tried I'm so new to the world of writing. Hope you enjoy!

“Jiro would you rather fuck someone wearing a red dress or a black one?”

Mikey lifts his eyes from his phone, fixing you with an incredulous look.

"why are you asking me that in the middle of a very public dressing room, which i'm probably not even supposed to be in right now?"

"it's literally 2pm and the store is practically empty Jiro. besides, i doubt the workers are paid enough to care anyway."

"That's not what i asked, ya idiot."

rolling your eyes, you push the door of the dressing room open further, revealing the short, lacy, red dress you had on.

"i haven't been laid in such a long time, and i have a good feeling about this weekend. i wanna make sure i look, y'know, fuckable or something."

a muscle in Mikey's jaw twitches as he glances over the dress, still leaning against the wall opposite to your dressing room, phone clutched in hand.

"okay, first of all fuckable isn't a real word. secondly, what sort of bastard are you dating who'll decide if he likes you based on your dress?"

pressing your lips together you squint at him, walking forward to grab his arm.

"ma-nj-iro, it's not that deep, just tell me if you would rather fuck someone in a red dress or a black one."

"if it's someone i'm interested in, their clothing would not matter."

hiding a grin, you shake your head slightly. your best friend really was leagues apart from most men you had met.

"okay so the red one then?"

shrugging, Mikey straightens, slipping his phone into the pocket of his dark slacks. "get whatever dress you want, if you'd like i could buy you both."

"jiro, just say you wouldn't fuck me next time," you whine, "stop avoiding the question."

a hand catches your wrist as you turn to go back to change your clothes, Mikey's fingers warm against your skin.

"i never said i wouldn't fu- i wouldn't have sex with you. stop putting words into my mouth."

"fuck Jiro, fuck me. say it properly c'mon, we're not kids anymore."

scowling he lets go of your hand, "don't be a brat."

"oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it?"

you hear him scoff as you move to close the door, only to have the door be pushed back and find yourself pushed against a mirrored wall, the door clicking closed behind Mikey.

"Jiro, what the hell-"

"you think i don't want to fuck you? you think i don't fantasize about tying you up and making you beg for me?"

he moves closer, pressing a hand to the mirror beside your head, the other hand slipping inside your dress to grip your hip.

"do you have any idea what you do to me? how i feel like a complete caveman, devoid of any sense of rationality every time you show up in those little skirts? all i can ever think of is how much i want to flip them up and fuck you until you cry."

you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing Mikey's lips brush against yours', his thumb lazily stroking hipbone.

"every time you come whining about how some boy couldn't make you cum, or left you unsatisfied, all i can think of is how i could make you cum without even making you take any clothes off- how i could make you cream around my dick so many times.

your lips part, as you moan, Mikey's fingers now slipping into your soaked panties.

fingers lightly tracing your pussy, he sighs into the crook of your neck.

" i would fuck you in each and every one of your dresses."

your eyes slide shut as he presses down your throbbing clit, head hitting against the mirror with a thud.

"Now now, we wouldn't want my little princess causing a scene, now would we." He pulls your head up showing revealing your erotic expression in the mirror. "Look at that pretty face, i wonder how that pretty face would with my cock in your mouth.

A knock on the door sounds, "Ma'am are you okay?" Mikey bites your ear and whispers, "Answer and ill take my fingers out and make it look like nothing happened."

"N-no im alright just dropped my bag thats all!" Mikey slides his fingers out slowly causing you to squeal at the feeling. "Now princess are you sure, you dont wanna meet the Toman?"

"N-n-no lets go meet them." He smirks,"Your wearing this dress, I want them to be jealous of us." "Your mine now princess."

© satqrusashiebear — do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. translations + modifications are not permitted.

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 15: Praise Kink

Rafe being the most stuck-up, pretentious kook the mainland has ever had the displeasure of hosting

Contrary to what Rafe had spent the better part of their relationship believing, Barry didn't graduate in the Outer Banks.

After being introduced to high school buddies while down on the cut, it was an easy assumption to make.

But that wasn't the case. Barry's family had moved to the mainland during his senior year which meant he had to finish the last semester at a new school where he knew no one. That part of his life was very short lived and according to the dealer, unimportant to disclose.

It wasn't like, a private school, y'know? Nothin' like The Kook Academy or whatever, Barry had told Rafe one evening. But everyone was way better off than my folks, I got made fun of for it. Not a big deal, though.

Only Rafe did find that to be a big deal, couldn't imagine a time where Barry wasn't how he is now; mean and confrontational and trigger-happy.

Like a beacon calling him to relive the worst months of his life, Barry receives an invite to his highschool reunion and like everything else, can't hide it from Rafe.

"You're going," insists the boy.

"The hell I am," counters Barry. "Bunch'a assholes I don't wanna waste a night I could be with you on."

Rafe tells him, "Oh, I'm going too."

Arguing with the kook—who was not only an excellent negotiator but could also cry on command—wasn't something Barry did lightly, so with a heavy sigh he agreed.

That was how the older man ended up in front of his old high school, looking the same way it did all those years ago. Only now Barry was dressed exceptionally nice, something he was accustomed to after being with Rafe and forced to attend every prestigious event on the North side, mingling amongst the kooks like he was one of them—and maybe he was, after all this time.

The entryway was decorated with cheap looking fairy lights, glittering white and bright now that the sun had fully set. Everything was so familiar it was unsettling and Barry kept a firm grip on Rafe's hand, a silent plea not to be left alone for even a second in this terrible place. It wasn't that Barry was bullied or anything, just that almost all of these people grew up as upper middle class and had brand-name clothing and fancy Christmas vacations to show for it, a stark contrast to the dealer's upbringing. As someone who spent most of his life in the Outer Banks, Barry could attest that not even the snootiest kook would blindly turn their nose up at him, too familiar with how the other side lived down in the cut. Besides, both sides of the island shared moments together, usually on the beach at the end of summer, and Barry had always had fond memories surrounding those days. Especially when Rafe waltzed into his life. But he supposes it all makes sense; every one of the families in this little town live the exact same cushy way, so it's inevitable that when some boy from the barrier islands shows up with scuffed shoes and second-hand clothes, naturally he would be beneath them. There's a large frame propped up on a table just outside the bustling auditorium filled with grad photos, and Barry can physically feel his boy grin as he's tugged over to it. Blue eyes scour the last names printed beneath the black-and-white pictures but Barry isn't interested in reliving his bad hairstyles, back when he didn't have a clue how to properly care for his curls and instead took the moment to try and make out who was in attendance. Some of the football jocks, clearly, given how obnoxious they were. An English teacher Barry was fond of because she would get side-tracked easily and go on rants instead of making them do work. The vice principal, who now appeared to have been promoted, taking photos with former students with a big, practiced grin plastered on his face.

Once Rafe had snapped a photo of Barry's awful picture, and presumably sent it to Sarah, they were joining the hordes of people from the older man's past. But as the evening slowly went by, Barry hadn't considered who he had at his side. Rafe—who usually carried himself with an air of superiority—was ramping his conceitedness up. They made rounds and the kook was perfectly attuned to his man's demeanour, picking up on Barry's fidgeting and terse words, knowing to turn his nose up at the people before them.

When some guy who used to gang up on Barry in gym class comes over to start bragging about some start-up, claiming it's the next best thing and he's at the top of the game, Rafe listens with the most uninterested look until the other man starts to stumble over his words.

Rafe has a ton of accomplishments under his belt from working with Cameron Industries—seeing how he's their best negotiator and has closed an unbelievable amount of deals in his short few years in the business. The kook will gloat for a few minutes and then smoothly change the conversation to Barry by saying I owe everything to my husband, without his continued support who knows where I'd be and it's so genuine and proud the older man can't find it in him to feel embarrassed, even when Rafe continues to boast about him.

The same process repeats, people will make their way over and try to impress the well-dressed kook to no avail, Rafe only being polite to those who don't make his man all tense and jittery.

Then a woman Barry vaguely recognizes joins them and gets a little too friendly. The older man feels like he's suffering from a spell of insanity at just how upset he gets and how fast, after all, people were drawn to Rafe and flirted with him everywhere they went; the country club, dinner dates, the damn gas station. It always pissed Barry off but this time, watching some random girl from senior year bat her lashes at the kook is too much.

Barry opens his mouth but Rafe beats him to the punch, rejecting the advances without missing a beat and doing it rudely, like the boy is disgusted. And Rafe always does that, too, has never in all their years of being together strayed for even a second, never letting the compliments get to him.

Pride swells in Barry's chest and it's overwhelming, the love he feels.

For a moment the woman can only stare in shock and then her husband is looping an arm through hers and introducing himself.

"Let's go somewhere," Barry leans over to whisper once they're left standing alone.

Rafe takes a sip of the watery cider from a clear plastic cup, mumbling against the rim, "Now?"

"Yeah, now."

With a slow nod, Rafe slips his hand into Barry's and they make their way outside into the dimly lit hallway, only a few people rushing by on the way to the bathrooms.

"You wanna go home?" asks Rafe.

"Nah, not yet," Barry answers. "Havin' you here makes this shit bearable."

Rafe can't wipe the smile off his face as they walk the corridors hand-in-hand, talking idly until Barry tries the door on a dark classroom, finding it unlocked.

The lights aren't switched on as the kook is ushered inside, Barry swiftly closing the door behind them and crowding Rafe against a wall to kiss him heatedly.

There's only one thing on Barry's mind and that's being inside his beautiful boy, leaving a trail down Rafe's throat as he yanks on his own belt.

"You're such a good boy, y'know that?" whispers Barry, sucking harshly on the skin just below Rafe's collar. Hands twist in his dress shirt, black fabric wrinkling but neither of them care in the moment.

Rafe does know—how could be not, when his man is always reminding him? But the compliment makes his belly swoop and his cock jump, half hard in his slacks already, he'll never getting tired of hearing it.

Footsteps fall just outside the door and urgency sets in, Barry turning the kook around, Rafe's cheek pressed against the cool chalkboard as the two of them work together to get his pants and briefs to pool around his ankles.

Barry yanks down his own zipper and feeds his hard cock through the opening, spitting into his palm to smooth down his shaft. Precome drools from the tip, connecting a sticky string from his slit to Rafe's puckered rim where they teasingly meet.

Both of Rafe's hands flatten against the board on either side of his head, panting into the dark room as he impatiently waits, mindlessly squirming in an attempt to get friction.

"I love how desperate you get," Barry mumbles, holding the base of his dick and smacking the tip against Rafe's hole.

The boy snaps in a bratty tone, "Do you like fucking me? 'Cause you're about to miss your chance." His prick hasn't flagged since he got hard, even with all the waiting and Rafe knew without looking there was a small puddle of his precome pooled on the ugly tile floor.

"Yeah fuckin' right," counters Barry, finally easing his fat cockhead in the boys greedy hole. "Could do this anywhere I want, tease you as much as I want, smack you around as much as I want. You're so good to me, baby, letting me do anything to you." Once he's fucked all the way in, one strong arm wraps around Rafe's stomach and his other hand holds the kooks hip in a bruising grip. "You're so fucking sexy when you're mean, actin' like a spoiled little brat—"

"Your fault," gasps Rafe.

Barry's hips are snapping forward, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the spacious room almost as loud as their combined moaning. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd give you anything," pants out Barry. "You feel so good, so tight around me, fuck."

"Make me come," demands Rafe, though it's followed by a whimper. The kooks ego has inflated tenfold since the two men got together, a damn near constant stream of praise falling from Barry's mouth to shower Rafe.

It doesn't matter if he burns the chicken to a crisp or his teeth accidentally graze the underside of Barry's prick too hard—Rafe is such a good boy, such a good cocksucker and the older man worships the ground he walks on.

It's intoxicating and addicting to have a man like Barry, who's tough and strong and unfriendly want him so ardently, to be willing to do whatever it takes to keep the boy happy.

Leaning forward to kiss devotedly over Rafe's clothed shoulder, Barry reminds him, "Good boys don't come without asking permission and you're so good," while speeding up the thrusting. "So go on, baby, ask me."

One of Rafe's hands slide down and off the chalkboard to curl around the arm baring across his stomach and he cranes his neck to look back pleadingly, taking the fucking as quietly as possible given their location but he's losing his composure, shamelessly whining.

"Please?" the boy asks sweetly, glassy eyes wide.

Barry crowds in closer until his whole front is flush with Rafe's back, more rocking into him than actually thrusting, keeping his cock buried deep.

"Please what, baby?" Barry asks.

Rafe begs brokenly, "Please can I come?" while rocking back on the thick length pressed heavenly against his bundle of nerves.

Keeping the kook pinned in place Barry reaches down to wrap a firm fist around his cock. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, baby boy, make a mess," he encourages.

Come paints the concrete wall in thick ropes, Barry's hand working Rafe over until he's squeezing his eyes shut in oversensitivity, rim squeezing around the cock pistoning into him.

A litany of praise falls freely from Barry's mouth when he empties inside his boy, lips pressed against Rafe's nape and eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

Barry helps right the boys clothing, kissing over Rafe's ruddy cheeks while smoothing out any wrinkles he may have caused in the boys dress shirt before doing the same to himself.

"You sure you don't wanna go home?" asks Rafe, tucking a curl behind his man's ear. "I just wanted to show you you've got it good, much better than those assholes."

"That's why you dragged me all the way here?" Barry can't suppress an eye roll, palms trailing up and down Rafe's sides. "I know I got it good, baby, I have you." this could technically be an extra from my they don't know they're dating fic that I've only half written, as almost all of the little details are from it

[brokentoys]

i will admit i'm growing exhausted by dc's indecisiveness when it comes to riddler's character. which i didn't mention this about the comic yesterday, but when superman was asking about riddler, gordon said he's a thief (which, y'know, implies nothing more)

which, while this is the first batman/superman world's finest comic i read - but from first impressions, it seems more lighthearted maybe. so i understand why they don't wanna say / make riddler a murderer in it. but this isn't the only time they've done this.

i believe this is from green lantern - and i forget which issue, i just know it's a newer one (probs from rebirth era.) which also just refers to him as mostly a thief.

an 80s comic also refers to him as mostly a thief, too. although unlike the others, gordon does suspect he may commit murder is desired. and like. i know. this seems consistent, right? there's these many instances of them simply calling ed a thief - it must be so! except... these statements do not match eddie's history. not when there's been quite a few comics where he straight up murders or nearly murders. zero year, joker's asylum, everything tom king and tony daniels corrupts, riddle me that, batman chronicles #3, are all examples of eddie having actually murdered (or in zero year's case, nearly killing all of gotham.)

so... which is it? is eddie just a thief, or is he a serial killer? and like. even tho i prefer ed as a murderer (WITH CAUSE) and my depictions has him as such (WITH CAUSE) - but like. the comics should stick to one instead of sometimes saying he's just a thief, but then having him commit horrific crimes.

and although i'm talking about this point a lot - this isn't the only point of them being indecisive with riddler's character. another problem is his backstory. what was the riddler even before he became the riddler? was he a teacher? a carnival game host? a deliveryman? did he cheat his school puzzle contest, or did he win it fair and square? is he abused by his father or? did he finish school and go to college or is he a high school drop out? like there's just so many different versions of riddler's backstory it's not even funny. and that's just mentioning comics alone. his backstory gets even more different if you mention adaptations - which i wouldn't mention because adaptations tend to have different takes on characters. however, i think eddie still has the most different backgrounds compared to other characters. because he's also been a scientist, forensics scientist, video game developer, head of the cyber crime unit in the GCPD, and so on. meanwhile the other rogues, even in adaptations, almost always have the same background - scarecrow was always a psychologist, mr. freeze and manbat are always scientists, harley quinn is always a psychologist too. so it's just kinda funny how dc just can't seem to decide what ed's backstory is. he doesn't have a solid, concrete one like the other rogues do.

and then there's his design, which is also indecisive.

is eddie a young man (early 30s) with nice hair or is he a middle aged man (40s-50s) with a receding hairline? hell, year of the villain practically confirmed eddie is in his early 30s. yet some artists still draw him looking much older. also - is he a redhead or a brunette? dc was pretty consistent on making him a brunette during the 2000s up until 2013 (new 52) and the new 52/rebirth was... mostly consistent with making ed a redhead is seemed - up until now. which i've been noticing ed's been drawn as a brunette way more often now, while sometimes still being a redhead in other comics. so. which is it?????

i love this character, but i just wish dc could be a little more concrete with him. sometimes, it feels like he is a character writers look at and just decide to do whatever they want and dc just lets it happen. especially when this doesn't seem to happen to other characters as often.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

So i was watching a bunch of funny GC videos on YouTube and I got the inspo and motivation to give the OG13 a GC. This will probably be very OOC, but I like to think of this as how they act without the other states. So um- enjoy? (Also yes I know that ME technically isn't one of the OG13 I just added him for fun)

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Yorkie: WASSUP F*CKERS

Masshole: Why do you have my phone?!

Yorkie: F*CK YOU THAT'S WHY

Papa (PA): Wtf is wrong with you guys

Yorkie: b*tch stfu

Masshole: fr

Papa: 😑

Joi-sey (NJ): why am I here

Maine: I would also like to know.

Joi-sey: Nobody asked you 😑

Maine: I don't remember anybody asking you either so stfu 🤫

Georgia: It is too damn early for this... Why must y'all always choose violence??

Mary: I would like to know this as well, but I've just stopped asking and accepted it as one of their traits hun.

Georgia: Ughhhhh

Respect Your Elders(DE): Why tf is my phone blowing up

Yorkie: Cuz we're conversing duh 🙄

Respect Your Elders: Silence fetus.

Yorkie: B*tch.

Respect Your Elders: Infant.

Yorkie: Old man.

Respect Your Elders: Toddler.

Yorkie: Old hag.

Mary: Aight let's stop fighting!!

Yorkie: Stfu <3

Respect Your Elders: Stfu Mary.

Mary: 🥲

Southie: Hey guys 👋

Joi-sey: Hey babes 😘

Southie: Hey handsome ✨❤️

Masshole: Ewwwww get a room 🙄

Joi-sey: Oh shuddap Masshole. We don't say nothin' when you and Penn are sitting together on the couch and lovingly staring into each other's eyes and sh*t 😒

Rhodey: Actually we do say stuff-

Joi-sey: Yea but not out loud.

Masshole: ....Stfu <3

Joi-sey: 😌

Nutmeg: Will y'all stop bullying each other for once-

Joi-sey: No ❤️

Masshole: Nah ❤️

Connie: *sigh*

Georgia: Yorkie wanna cuddle 🥺

Yorkie: Is that even a question- I'm on my way.

Northie (NC): Gayyyyyyy

Yorkie: Oh shut up ion say nothin' when I walk past you and TeNnEsSeE making out in the hallway, so don't start.

Northie: 😳 you saw that

Yorkie: Yup 👍 I had flashbacks to middle school when I would walk into the hall and see a couple playing tonsil hockey.

Masshole: Ok but FR THO

Yorkie: YEAH THEY ALWAYS BE GOIN AT IT LIKE BRO AINT NOBODY WANNA SEE THAT 🥹

Masshole: ONG. AT LEAST GO INTO THE JANITORS CLOSET OR SOME SH*T 😒

Yorkie: YEAH. IM JUST TRYING TO GET TO MY NEXT CLASS AND TRY TO GET THROUGH THE DAMN DAY WITHOUT GETTING DRUNK AND JUMPING INTO A BUSY ROAD FOR FUNSIES 😭

Masshole: ...Damn you alright bud

Yorkie: I'm fine <3

Masshole: Okay then...

Papa: Wtf was that...?

Georgia: Idk but I have my Yorkie with me so I'm fine with it 🥺❤️

Yorkie: Stfu-

Georgia: He's blushing rn

Mary: Hun if you don't send a picture right now then no more coffee ❤️

Georgia: Sending it rn hold on...

~georgia sent a photo~

*in the photo York has his face hidden but it's still quite obvious that he is blushing like crazy*

Papa: Pfft-

Virgin(ia): Awww how cute 🥺

Joi-sey: How long have you been here

Virgin(ia): T h e w h o l e t i m e.

Joi-sey: Alright then...

The Shire (NH): Ay Yorkie ya still alive?

Georgia: No he's asleep.

Masshole: Good. He needs it.

Rhodey: Aww Masshole does have a heart :)

Masshole: Stfu before I come over there and kick you like a football out the window :]

Rhodey: 😶

Masshole: Damn right.

Mary and Papa (at the same time): Your cute when your mad 😒❤️/🥺❤️

Masshole:... Stfu ❤️❤️

Virgin(ia): I'm so lonely 🥲

The Shire: You and me both 🥲

Connie: I feel y'all :')

Rhodey: There's an emoji for that y'know 😒 "🥲"

Connie: Idc 😑

Rhodey: Whatever

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(the next day)

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Yorkie: Guys guys guys guys-

Respect Your Elders: What did you do now child?

Yorkie: Ok first of all, f*ck you. Second, I found a rat snake :)

Masshole: Put it back where you found it.

Yorkie: Why tho 🥺 He's cute 🥺

Masshole: Okay, what do rat snakes eat 😒

Yorkie: Birds, bird eggs, squirrels, rats- Oh. OH-

Masshole: Yea dumba$$. Knowing that it eats squirrels, it would probably eat your long rats too.

Yorkie: B*tch they're called ferrets.

Masshole: Point still stands.

Yorkie: I'll put him back 🥲

Masshole: Atta boy <3

Yorkie: F*ck you <3

Joi-sey: Knowing him he'll probably abduct some random garter snake he finds in the woods

Connie: Probably 😑

Papa: Yea that's accurate

Everybody else (-NY): ^

Yorkie: Man I feel betrayed 🥲 F*ck all of you ❤️

Georgia: Even me darling 🥺

Yorkie: Yes you too traitor ❤️

Papa: DAYUM-

The Shire: Dang no hesitation 😭

Georgia: I- Love you too I guess 🥲❤️

Yorkie: ❤️

Yorkie: EEK I FOUND A GARTER SNAKE 🥺 IT'S SO TINY 🥺

Joi-sey: Yup thought so.

Masshole: Goddamn it- New York stop abducting random animals

Yorkie: But-

Masshole: No buts 😒 Put it back.

Yorkie: It's cute tho 🥺

~Yorkie sent a picture~

*in the picture the snake's snoot is right in front of the camera*

Yorkie: 🥺

Masshole: Dangit it is cute- Y'know what? Fine. Tell me when you get home.

Yorkie: YESSSS :D

Masshole: 😒❤️

Respect Your Elders: Awww does the big bad Masshole have a soft spot for his little brother 🥺

Masshole: Del istg I will kick you out the window

Respect Your Elders: Pfft- yeah right 😒

Masshole: ....

Respect Your Elders: Uhhh guys?

Papa: Hm?

Respect Your Elders: Why do I hear footsteps approaching my room?

Rhodey: That's probably just Mr. Bay State coming to kick your ass out the window.

Respect Your Elders: Uh oh- Baby are you not going to help me 🥺

Rhodey: Sorry Love, but I ain't gettin' in the way of that

Respect Your Elders: Babe 😭

Rhodey: It was nice being with you <3

Respect Your Elders: Jersey? Penn?

Papa and Joi-sey: Sorry Del/Ha nope.

Respect Your Elders: Traitors 😭

Respect Your Elders: Oh god he's knocking on the door-

Respect Your Elders: HE JUST KICKED MY DOOR DOWN-

Respect Your Elders: GUYS HELPHDKGSKADHSU-

Yorkie: Damn he got him 😔

Joi-sey: 😔

Papa, and Rhodey: 😔

Mary: Y'all I just heard a thud outside my window 😥

Joi-sey: Probably just Del.

Mary: WHAT?!

Papa: Backread.

Mary (after backbreading): OH GOSH- WHY DIDNT YALL HELP HIM 😭😭

Yorkie: Ya really expected us to get in the middle of Death's work?

Mary:... Fair enough 😭

Georgia: Is he still alive??

Mary: Well- he's groaning in pain so yeah I think so 👍

Georgia: At least he's alive.

Masshole: Hey I'm back :)

Mary: Hun why did you kick Del out the window 😭?

Masshole: He was running his mouth 🥺

Mary: No books tonight, youre sleeping <3

Masshole: Nuuuuuu 🥺

Mary: Sorry Hun 😘

Masshole: 😔👍

Yorkie: 😎🕶️🤏🙂🤭

Masshole: 💥

Yorkie:👀🏃🏃🏃💨

Masshole: Damn right 🙂❤️

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Maybe 17 from the fluff prompts with Lup and Magnus?? They are very besties to me <3

17. “The world gets a little brighter when you’re around.”

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"Y'know," Magnus said, leaning his head back to look up at the bars overhead. The sun was shining through them, casting a grid pattern down onto Magnus's skin. Next to him, Lup was slumped over, her knees up to her chest. They were both handcuffed to the wall behind them, hands stuck behind their backs. "Out of everyone I coulda gotten stuck in jail with, I'm glad it's you."

"Uh-huh?" Lup asked, glancing at him. "Well, we wouldn't be in jail if I hadn't fucked up that spell so bad."

"Hey," Magnus said, scooting towards her the best he could. The cuffs and chain prevented him from going very far, but he managed to poke at her legs with his shoe. "It's not all your fault."

"I'm the one who took the risk," Lup said, burying her face between her knees. "And I'm the one who got reckless and put the whole thing up in flames-"

"Which was rad, by the way," Magnus said, but Lup shook her head.

"I just wanted to help," Lup said, sounding teary. Oh no. Magnus's go-to comfort mechanism was hugging and his arms were of no help to him here. "And instead I got us stuck in here, with Taako and Barry who knows where! I'm just-" Lup groaned and the chains jerked as twisted in place, frustrated. "I'm so tired of running! And every time I fucking do something to try and help, shit like this happens!"

"Lup..."

"Is it me?" she asked, finally looking up at him.

"No, no, no!" Magnus said, trying to scoot forward again. The chains clinked, keeping him in place. "It's as much you as it is me, Lup, and we both know that I've never done anything wrong ever."

Lup let out a little scoff. She lowered her head and Magnus thought she was going to hide in her knees again, but she just wiped the tears off her cheeks with the fabric of her pants. Overhead, a cloud passed, momentarily softening the sun.

"Listen," Magnus said after a moment. "I'm not gonna pretend like we coulda handled that better. Like, going in guns a blazin' wasn't our finest move." Lup snorted. "But you know what? We did get the Light. Even though we're trapped, Taako and Barry are gonna bring the Light back to Capt'n'port and this world will be saved. That includes the great pizza we had last week. And the fucked up butterfly thing that tried to eat Lucretia's hair at the start of the cycle. It'll all be fine.

"What isn't fine," Magnus continued, "is you blaming yourself for all the shitty things that we've been through. That one's completely on the Hunger, I think. John, or whatever. It's not me. It's deffo not you. If Taako started blaming himself, would you let him keep doing that?"

"No, but-"

"What about Barry?"

"No-"

"Merle?"

"I get it," Lup said, laughing. Her voice still sounded a little thick with tears, but she was smiling more now. "No pity party for cha'girl, I gotcha. I-"

Clang!

Magnus's head towards the bars on the ceiling again. The sun was beginning to come out from behind the clouds now and two shadows fell into the room. One of them had a wizard's hat.

"Taako!"

"Y'all in need of some rescuing?" Taako called down. Barry's voice floated down, too, though much quieter.

"No, they're sitting chained to the wall 'cus they wanna."

"Lup is literally right there," Taako said. "Stop being grumpy and help me."

"You're- you're literally not doing anything to break these bars open," Barry said. "You're just watching me."

"Eh," Taako said.

Magnus looked back towards Lup again, who was grinning. She scooted back against the wall as they watched Barry work. A few seconds later, after a round of cursing from Barry and sniggering from Taako, the metal began to melt and dripped down to the middle of the room. Magnus retracted his feet.

"Hey," Lup said, poking him with her foot. "You're a good friend, d'you know that? The world gets a little brighter when you're around."

"I..." Magnus stilled, blinking back a few tears of his own. "Thanks, Lup."

"Thank you," Lup said. Overhead, Barry and Taako were squabbling about the best way to get down to them. "I call dibs on the shower when we get back, though."

"Lup, c'mon!"

[synonymroll648]

do you have a fluff song so sokeefitz?

i wanna write but dont know wHAT

AERGTRFJGTKUGYHUJ SOKEEFITZ SOKEEFITZ SOKEEFITZ

ok. hmmm. lemme see.

ok so on instinct call it what you want by taylor swift is them.

delicate by the same artist also feels like them. hrrrrrgh having this be fluff is difficult.

tongue tied by by grouplove has one sokeefitz fic inspired by it already but honestly there should be more. it truly is Them.

uhhhhh OH. inside out ft. griff by zedd is very sokeefitz. whenever any of these songs say something along the lines of 'the two of us' think of it as alternating between pairs depending on whatever the best vibes are.

hmmmm i also know that multiple people like connecting in the middle by dodie to sokeefitz. personally i'm not a big fan of the song but the lyrics are VERY sokeefitz and also sweet <3

invisible string by taylor swift is a sokeefitz song that i have decided can be fluffy. so there you go

used to this by camila cabello can also be them!! largely the sentiment of going, oh, this is foreign. but it's good. i want this to become familiar.

pov by ariana grande is VERY sokeefitz. sweet lovesong too. definitely recommend for them!!

afterglow by ed sheeran is also a soft song that can be used for sokeefitz too. appreciating the little things and holding them close, y'know?

i could find more but yeah, that should hopefully be a good starter list :)

[skellys-selfships]

New Recruit

{i hope this turned out ok!! im not the best writer and i plan on writing more and improving <3 here goes with a little oc x canon content}

New Recruit

"Okay, okay…where's the new little shit?"

Captain stood confidently in the middle of the room, staring down at his fellow Tankmen as they awkwardly stared back at him.

"The new guy? Who took a dump in your brains, where's the rookie?!"

Immediately standing up, attempting to match Captain's height, the newest recruit showed themselves. A hunched over posture and wildly sporadic fingers, twitching with anxiety, they chitter, "Mx. Stranger here-….Sir.". Captain cocks his head over, peering down at the wheezing mess of a creature below.

"Okay nerd, Stranger they call you? Today you're gonna see some action! And not like y'know, sex action. I mean war!"

Stranger, teetering from side to side, giggles, "You're gonna teach me shit? Just like that, Sir?"

"Yeaaaahhhh. Just like that you little weirdo. With your weird eyes, you look like a pile sticks. If I sneeze on ya, would ya collapse- do NOT answer that!".

The two struck out, mounting one of their many tanks. Blazing across the battlefield in a flame of decimation.

Captain awkwardly coughed, lowering his gun. Scratching his head, "So Stranger…what do you like, do? Y'know? What's your thing, everyone's got a thing, not like the thing in my pants.", he chuckled. Sparking a laugh from Stranger in response. They turn to him, resting their chin on his shoulder. "Between you and me, I'm the explodey guy. I love seeing people combust like a can of tomato paste, or a shaken soda left in the fridge-".

Captain let out a hearty laugh, gesturing towards them, "Hey everyone needs a guy that like, blows shit up. Every crew has a explodey guy, a bomb dude and all that fancy stuff that blows people apart into a small pile of shit! We got one now!".

Stranger tilted their head, staring at him. "The fuck are you talking to?!". Captain nodded, "One day….one day you'll get it, a forth wall break it's called, you little shitdisk.". The two's eyes met head on, staring at one another, ignoring the destruction and wails of agony in the battle around them.

"Y'know Stranger. You're disgusting, snotty, wheezy, and probably a maniacal murderer, and I like that. I think we can level with each other, so like.....wanna do some shit tonight?". Stranger's eyes lit up from behind their goggles, bouncing back 'n fourth in their seat, "Asking me? You?! That gets a FUCK yes from me here!". Captain grunts, clearing his throat, "So, you wanna go out and get shitfaced drunk or stay at my place? And watch something terrible on Netflix and eat microwaved popcorn?". Stranger scratched their head in thought, "Hrrmm. Coin flip?". Winking through his visor at them, Captain finger guns at them, "Yeah, let's coin flip this bitch-", his sentence was shortly interrupted by Stranger placing a kiss on his cheek. Looking back and away from them in shock, he awkwardly held a quarter between them as his flustered face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

................

"Thanks soldier.....?"

The two riding off into a blood stained sunset past the war scene.

Who knows what else they did after the coin flip in there, whatever it was had to be something great.

[bodacious-bombini]

Guinevere Adellum (They / Them)

Guinevere Adellum (Though, they'd prefer you call them Gwen) is a fuzzy lil' alien from a wintry ball of ice called Pophus! And by lil' I mean 3 meters tall because I just can't help myself. Don't worry, Pophus has lower gravity than Earth, so it totally makes sense they're as tall as they are.

Guinevere is one of the protagonists in a Moroza side story I'm currently writing! Yes, I am writing a side story for a series that hasn't started yet, and won't start for at least like, five years? Whatever! I can't help the directions my ADHD takes me!!!

The main story is called... The Fall of Moroza! It's based on the World of Darkness and stars a whole fuckload of gay vampires! Guinevere is no exception! They're a Rogue (or, a Ravnos to us Earthlings) vampire who is going to briefly enter another vampire's life and just absolutely fuck it up.

And yes, that shirt does say something! I did develop a whole alien language, because I just CAN'T HELP MYSELF!

Read below for my thoughts about the drawing!

My darling Valkai... I'm pretty happy with this piece! Glad I'm finally able to give the alien species that's been swirling around my head for the past few months some decent representation! The fur especially came out SUPER nice! You can blame The Owl House for that :) I think the last detail I want to add is bags under their eyes. I dunno, vampires just don't feel complete without eye bags, y'know?

Also... those boots kinda suck! I think they're fine enough on their own, but together? They look like they're in two different styles :/ I think if I just moved that line in the middle-left of the right boot over to the right a bit more, it would have come out fine, but oh well! I'm DONE with this piece!

Also can we talk about that auto-shading?? It makes my flat colors look SO good??? I wanna learn how to shade for myself, obviously, but DAMN does it help speed the creative process along.

And what do you think of my little info blurb? I think I wanna do this for full-character artwork from now on! Cuz I think people like lore? I dunno! Whatever! Keep an eye out for whenever I eventually finish that book I'm writing!

[poisonouswritings]

im sorry i have to say this i dont want to offend but ur mom is so fucked up. every time i see a post youve made or tags youve written on another post and it starts out like "one time my mom" i prepare myself to hear the most buckwild shit imaginable. i hope ur ok

No you're fine!! Don't worry about being offensive lol.

My mom has been going to therapy so she is kinda working on some of her issues but she's still an utter shit show

Little bit of a rant under the cut, tw for mentions of abuse/slurs/assault/self-harm/etc. All pretty vague but better safe than sorry.

And, thank you for being concerned. It means a lot.

My mom is incredibly emotionally abusive (she would be physically abusive if she could be but she has carpal tunnel in both wrists and is also half a foot shorter than me so the few times she's tried it didn't really do anything). I know that. Took me a while to realize it. I remember there was this one time - I was 14 or so - and she was screaming in my face and I was just zoned out wishing that she would just beat me to a fucking pulp so I could have physical evidence of how she hurt me. So that there would be no 'oh she didn't mean it' or 'maybe I misunderstood, I should stop being so sensitive' or whatever. I craved confirmation of my pain. That's how I finally accepted it was abuse.

Admittedly she had a fucked up background (was abused as a child and had an abusive relationship) and it severely messed her up. Being raised in a strict Hispanic Catholic household where the elders were always right, anything going against God was horrible, and you were constantly criticized for the way you looked and acted, none of that helped either. First time I met my great aunt (the one who raised my mom) she told me I was disgustingly fat and should starve myself so boys would want me. So I see where my mom got it from. I think that's why I lost it so hard at Turning Red.

Things didn't used to be this bad. When I was younger my mom and I were really close, y'know? But then I hit middle school and started forming my own opinions that differed from hers (and started showing more clear signs of nuerodivergence) and shit hit the fan. It's one of those things where 80% of the time we get along fine but then the other 20% she's basically calling me a dyke-slut-whore-retard etc etc. Don't remember if I mentioned this or not but I'll throw it here again anyways, she refused to let me go to therapy when I was in middle school (when I was suicidal) because she 'didnt want to be the mother of the crazy kid'. When I was in highschool and was self-harming she screamed at me because 'what if the boys see it then they'll never want to date [me]' and then bought me a cardigan so I could cover the marks. She refused to acknowledge I was autistic until I could use it on my college applications. She always makes sure she's the biggest victim in the room. Constantly talks about/threatens suicide when I call her out on her shit. Dumps all of her emotional problems onto me. I was fucking six or seven when she told me about my dad's affair, and she's just continued sharing every little thing with me ever since. I make jokes about it but honestly,,, if she wasn't a Catholic who believes suicide = Hell, I'd be afraid she would kill me in a murder-suicide thing. I've had friends who have met her irl tell me that if I ever suddenly disappear they're just gonna assume she was involved somehow. So. Idk. There's a lot more shit she does that I haven't talked about yet because it hasn't come up, but yeah it's always the weirdest shit.

Oh I am definitely not okay. I have a pathetically low self-esteem and need constant validation or else I assume everyone hates me because that's how I grew up. I really wanna talk about myself and my oc work but I get anxious that everyone will hate it and think it's dumb and insult me for it because that's how it was growing up. I call myself an idiot because that's what I was always called growing up. I will put up with massive amounts of abuse/manipulation because that's how it always was growing up. Any time someone compliments me my initial reaction is to assume it's a sarcastic insult because that's how it's always been growing up. I've had people tell me that sometimes they feel shitty about their home life but then they look at my mom and remember how great they have it, so at least my trauma serves some greater purpose.

I try my best to remain positive and laugh about things, and that helps somewhat. My Life Is A Fucking Soap Opera And I Will Liveblog That Shit. I probably should get into therapy but since I'm not even allowed to talk on the phone without my mom listening at my door, that probably won't happen anytime soon.

Idk guys. If you have a decent parent then go give them a hug. And if you don't, then, rip to us.

[clintbennet]

The Compound

With @mikebennet and @clintbennet ll The Compound: Clint gets captured by the Daybreakers, the Bennet's experience the worst family reunion imaginable. TW List: Mentions of SA, Torture, mentions of childhood abuse

Mike: -it's cold in the courtyard of the Daybreakers factory compound, an ugly open area in the middle of the similarly ugly buildings looming around it. There's a few dog crates in the lee of one building, two of them occupied by huddled human shapes. Mike's fine in the chill wearing a long coat, but he knows once Clint comes back to consciousness, he'll be feeling the nip and pinch -- he's stripped down to his underwear, after all, tied into a heavy chair with thick arms that the Daybreakers call the Electrocutioner. Not that it's electrified, but it's got the head-strap and everything. He hasn't bothered with it, not yet- Wakey wakey, tadpole. Gotta trip down early if we wanna get them fresh beignets.

Clint: -Consciousness came back in waves. At first it was the ringing in his ears and the throb in the side of his head, more intense at his temple, but slowly he could start to feel his body again, the chilled wood against his back and legs, the pressure of the restraints on his wrists, finally the chill in the air against his bare skin, the slightest breeze bringing him closer and closer to coming to. His head lolled for a moment before he heard the other man's voice and opened his eyes, fighting to look up the back of his head finally rested against the chair, his vision still hazy he could still see his damn blond hair and his dark eyes.- Y'really like t'hear th'sound of yer own voice…-He mutters and drowsily glances around, trying to take in his surroundings. Pulling at the restraints, he groans and lets his head loll again, chin against his chest as the darkness tried to creep into his vision again.-

Mike: Well now you're awake and I can have a conversation instead of having to talk to myself. -he regards Clint for a few moments before observing- Got a problem with your hearing, there. How'd that happen? A centipede crawled in there, like you was always afraid of?

Clint: Lucky me... *-he slurs just about to drift off before a gust of wind brings him back around again, shivering, he inhales sharply and raises his head again looking at the other man as he speaks, noticing his hearing aid.-* Y'know th' critters was the least of our worries, right 'Mikey'?

Mike: Would've been better if they was, God willing and the creek don't rise. -he moves closer, watching Clint for a moment and then reaching out to tap the bandage on his arm- Saved you from bleeding out. There's benefits to being a Daybreaker.

Clint: -He watches the man carefully as he approaches, shifting uncomfortably when the distance closes and wincing slightly when his gunshot wound is touched. - Th' benefits worth bein' someone else's lap dog? Bandagin' ain't worth doin ' the shit y'all do.

Mike: Why, no, little brother. I *like* what we do. -*Mike grins, fast and toothy*- What I'm saying is that you can be one of us. Just like your big bro. You always looked up to me, way back when.

Clint: -he won't drop the act. Why won't he drop the act? Clint stares at the man intently, trying to find some recognition in him. It was the eyes, they were eerily familiar, but the darkness in them was so strange. Even if he was his brother, he was no longer the kind hearted person he grew up with, he couldn't be, willingly working with this group.- So that's what this is supposed t' be? Some sort of recruitment? -he shivers and pulls against the restraints.- You can go fuck yerself. I'd rather die than become like you, workin' fer these assholes.

Mike: Oh, no, it ain't supposed to be a recruitment. -Mike pulls back, and he lets Clint look into his eyes all he wants; lets him get a good long look, seeing whatever he sees there- That's all me, because I'm soft-hearted and sentimental, and I like the idea of us Bennet Boys, back together again. But no, Clint. -he reaches out, cupping Clint's chin - vicing it, so Clint can't pull away- The General, he's got other ideas. Ones that involve getting the information outta you for where your whole lil shitstain gang is.

Clint: -Clint scoffs when the man calls himself soft hearted. He was about to respond but was stopped when his chin was gripped, the other holding him there firmly.- Y' can tell yer General he's shit outta luck. -he growls lowly- He ain't gettin' anything outta me.

Mike: -*Mike leans down, tipping Clint's face back and forth and regarding him closely, before letting go with a slap to the side of Clint's mouth, clipping him exactly the way their father used to do it*- Yeah, you're probably right. Funny thing is about us, though. -*he goes over to a table nearby, selecting a pair of pliers from it and coming back; Mike doesn't bother warning or threatening Clint, he just selects the middle finger of Clint's left hand and cinches down, tears his fingernail off, twisting the pliers to get it torn out from the nailbed*- Yuuuuuup. We just fuckin' like doing this kinda shit no matter what. -*Mike raises his eyebrows, waggling them twice, and flicks the torn-out nail at Clint's face*-

Clint: -the slap came quick and hard, all too familiar feeling as his cheek suddenly flashed hot against the chilled air. His head snaps back to watch as the man strolled off only to return with his hardware. Clint didn't even have a moment to imagine what he was going to do with it before his fingernail was painfully torn from him. He clenched his jaw, let his face contort and again tried to pull away with no avail, anything he could do to not let pained noises come from his body. With the nail removed he instinctively balled his hands up into fists against the arms of the chair.- Go fuck yerself Mikey. You 'n yer whole damn crew.

Mike: Other funny thing is. -Mike tosses the pliers from hand to hand, then crouches down to Clint's bare feet, where his ankles are strapped to the chair; he's tall, so he doesn't have to look up that much to look at Clint- That's what you prisoners are for, is fucking. -he waves his pliers at the dog cages, then points at a particular one near the far end- That one's Zack's. That's right back where we'll put him when my guys drag him back by that there doggie collar. -he pries off Clint's right pinkie toenail, then the one next to it, tossing them carelessly behind him- Now, I myself am thinking there'll be some nice tasty morsels waiting at your camp, younger and softer than Astor. And when we find it, they might not even make it back here. Unless you, Clint, you keep on playing little hero. Tell me where. Tell me their names, and I'll make sure they see some mercy.

Clint: -Clint watches, breathing through the pain as Mike lowers himself down, his toes curl having a good idea of what was coming next, but this time there's a delay as the man keeps talking. His eyes follow his lead towards the dog cages where he notices figures huddled within them. There's a moment where fear finds it's way to his features but he re-focuses again on Mike.- If yer goons manage t' catch him. -He corrects before the same searing, tearing pain radiates from his foot. He clenches his jaw so tight he's half convinced he's cracked a tooth, but again he doesn't make a sound. He pants and tries to regain his composure,an unexpected benefit of the cold becoming apparent when the pain quickly subsides with the numbing temperatures. He laughs through the pain and shakes his head.- Y' really think a little manicure 'n pedicure is gonna make me squeal? Shit, Zack said y'all were ruthless. -he laughs again through his breaths- Maybe y'all have gone soft over time. Unless that's just you.

Mike: That. Is adorable. -Mike smiles, punctuating the words with shakes of the pliers in the air- That you think goading me is gonna git you anywhere. Maybe you might be riding some sort of high on this, tadpole, seeing yourself as some big impressive martyr getting me to go rough on you, really go to town on you, leave you hanging onto consciousness by a thread with a sense of self-satisfaction that you, you sacrificed your lil ol' self for the sake of your shitstain gang, but. I've seen movies too. And most of the time your character bores me. -he sighs, shaking his head and looking down at Clint's feet again- Now, if you had a fuckin' real reaction instead of bullshit bravado, that might git you somewheres. Too bad you ain't seen that kind of movie. -he brings the metal head of the pliers down hard on Clint's big toenail, over and over until it cracks like a turtle shell, then pries off each broken piece, humming tunelessly-

Clint: -despite his best efforts the combination of the throbbing pain to his hand and foot mixed with the cold was starting to cause his body to betray him. His breath quickened shaking and uneven as he shivered, his hands shook and his foot felt especially sensitive, every nerve firing off with a shock to every stimuli. He listened to the man say his little monologue, trying not to let the things he was feeling come through on his features.- Hey, sorry t' be a disappointment, guess th' feelin's mutual. Is that what you did? Y' broke? That what got you here, bein' that character or whatever y' find so interestin'? -He questions before watching in horror as Mike slams the metal down onto his toe nail, this time he couldn't fight it back, a yelp escapes him by the second blow, his body tenses, his head lowers into his chest and his shoulders raise up to his ears as his body attempts in vain to get away. When the nail breaks and the beating stops but the prying begins, Clint spits a pained.- Fuck you, Mikey.

Mike: Waaah-hey! -Mike looks up, his own blue eyes wide and interested again, flashing out of the dull disappointment they'd been hazing over with- Can it be? Petit frere, can it be you actually have human reactions inside there instead of copying whoever it is in your shitstain gang it is with some stoneface you admire for a real man? I mean- -his voice was conversational now as Mike stands up, using the pliers holding a piece of bloody flesh and nail to wave around as he speaks- I understand, our father wasn't nothing to model yourself after. I did my best to forget all about him once I had some miles under my heels and the swampstink off my skin. But you don't need to play no sullen tough guy with me, tadpole, not with Mikey. You don't need to try to give me no lip. Because these, this babies… -he lifts the pliers- They're pretty dang good with lips and teeth too. All you gotta do is share some information with me.

Clint: -His chest heaved up and down as he took quick uneven rasped breaths. He didn't even bother to look up as Mike spoke, gloating about what he accomplished, it made Clint sick. He tried to curl his toes, tried to give himself some sense of protection but when he did there was only a sharp searing pain stopping him from trying to move it anymore. It wasn't until he brought up their father that he lifted his head, letting it fall against the back of the chair and looking down at him as he spoke.- Funny… From where I'm sittin'… y'turned out just like him. -He points out before Mike went back to the pliers, describing what he was about to do with them. Clint's lips curled in on themselves as he again pulled against the restraints, his breath quickened in panicked anticipation of what was about to be done to him.-

Mike: -Mike pinches a corner of Clint's lip with the pliers and clamps down, pulling until the soft tissue bursts; he lets go and digs in again until that corner's a deformed mass of pulp hanging open, then taps the metal against Clint's teeth before pausing and looking at his watch- Well would you look at that. Lunchtime. -he hears movement near the cages and turns to see some other Daybreakers opening them to start removing the prisoners inside- Now, why don't you watch how them other guests get played with? Might make you think about talking up some. Because if you don't start talking, Clint, I'm gonna have to let em have some turns on you. See if you can take being used that way. That's what your pal Zack is coming back to. -he pats Clint's face and strolls off while the horror unfolds in front of him; the others have clearly been told not to touch Clint but they bring their prisoners in front of him so he has to witness it all-

-when an hour and a half has passed, Clint returns, picking at his teeth; the other Daybreakers have finished their fun and returned the prisoners to their cages- Did you enjoy the show, tadpole? They put on a good one.

Clint: -He tries to turn, fight off the pliers as they came closer to his face but it was no use. He screams, legs bucking up as the tender flesh is pinched and torn. When he's finished blood is left to drip freely from his mouth down his chest and onto his legs, he's left panting and whimpering, taking a sharp breath and eyes widening in fear when he feels the metal hit his tooth but to his relief, Mike pulls away after checking the time, a shaky sigh of relief trembling out of him. His eyes make their way back up to Mike, confused at what was about to happen as the men were removed, shivering and cowarding from their cages.- What is this? -he asked, glancing between Mike and the men as he spoke. When Mike walked away the scene unraveled in front of him, disgusting and raw, it made him sick to his stomach. It was all he could do to close his eyes, but there was nothing that could be done for his ears as he was forced to hear the pained pleas, whimpers, and groans as the men were abused in sickening ways. He tried to dig his hearing aid out of his ear with his shoulder but it was pointless. All that was going through his mind while the noises dug into his soul were the people he cared about and how these same things would be done to them if the Daybreakers got to them. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself. It seemed like ages before the noises finally ended and he watched the men get locked back up again. They were so wrecked, they couldn't walk and had to be dragged back instead just as Mike made his way back in. Clint's eyes, glassy and pained looked up at his brother as he spoke.- Stop , please fuckin' stop. -he pleads weakly- Jesus Christ Mikey, what th'fuck happened t' ya t' turn ya inta one of these monsters?

Mike: -Mike had been smiling as he pitched his used toothpick away, taking in the queasy, upset look on Clint's face, but when his brother speaks the smile drops away slowly- What you think happened, petit? Life fucking happened. Our father happened. Everything stemmed out of him for us two, didn't it? Can you say any fucked up thing what happened to you in your whole life, it didn't come straight from his nutsack? -he leans in close to Clint's hearing aid, dropping his voice to a hot, angry murmur- Like this. What happened here, baby bro? Because I will bet you shitsnacks to shirttails it was courtesy of his hand.

Clint: -Clint had to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering as his brother approached him. There was no longer a glare in his eyes, just exhaustion as the cold, pain, and trauma of watching the other men be abused bore into him.-

So... Dad hurt you, so yer hurtin' others? -He questions, not taking that simple of answer.- What else happened? After... after y'left? Y'just turned inta th'same kind of monster our old man was? -Clint tensed when Mike came so close, the warmth of his breath being the only source of warmth he had felt in hours, it sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.- That's what happend t'me... A few years after y'ran.

Mike: What happened was I had to make my way in the world. And all I had to do it with was these two hands and what our father taught us. There wasn't no other way to do it and survive, Clint. -he pulled back as Cling confirmed that it was their father who'd caused his hearing loss, a flicker of pulsing anger crossing his features- He would of done that whether I was there or not. Don't you blame that on me, now, tadpole. You know he had it out for the both of us and I was gonna bring you with me but I couldn't. You get that, right? I couldn't.

Clint: Y' know that bastard didn't teach us shit. -he responds just above a mumble.- You were th' one who taught me how t' survive, n' you didn't learn that from him, y' taught yerself despite him. -eyes drift up to meet his brother's.- Th' fuck are ya talkin' about? 'Course I don't blame ya fer shit our old man did. -another wave of trembling shuddered through his body, stopping him from talking until he could get control again.- I was angry then… Felt like y' just threw me away, but I git it, y' were a kid n' y' needed t' git out. But this… -he looks around the compound, pulling against the restraints with his arms.- I can't understand this, Mike, this ain't like th' you I knew. This ain't m' big brother, it can't be.

Mike: -Mike's expression is getting harder and harder to read as Clint goes on, though he doesn't interrupt, and he doesn't reach for any of the tools on the table behind him; once Clint stops talking, there's a long silence, until Mike's mouth twists- You don't know me no more, baby bro. Any more than I know this man sittin' here in front of me telling me all what he thinks about where I ended up. Time was you wanted to do whatever big brother Mikey was up to. Maybe this is it, Clint. -he reaches forward, hand on one of Clint's, his thumb sliding below Clint's forefinger to start bending it the wrong way, not too hard- You could do this with me. You won't believe the kinds of privileges you could get here, with the Daybreakers, being my brother. I'd take you under my wing.

Clint: -There was a pit forming in his stomach as Mike's expression changed. There was a disconnect there that he couldn't explain though he could feel it in his bones and it made him deeply uncomfortable.- Th'man y'recognized as yer brother after just a glance. -He points out, jutting his chin at the other. When Mike grasps his hand and positions his finger, Clint flinches, having an idea that his finger was about to be broken but settles his eyes on Mike again.- Y'were m'home, Mikey. Th'person that made me feel safe through that Hell. But this… I could never. I'd rather die than do what y'all do.

Mike: You think you're so fuckin above this? -Mike's expression twists back the other way, to something rushed and rageful, swampy, and he's talking that way too without the sinisterly mellow mountain drawl- Wait till they drag Astor back. Don't reckon there's any love lost between you two, knowing him the way I do. Watch me reintroduce him to being our prisoner and if you're good, I'll let you play too. Such good games us Daybreakers got, Clint, just like this one- -the snap comes then, Mike bending Clint's finger back until it breaks-

Clint: -Eyes widened before the snap came and his head pitched forward followed by a pained grunt and sharp breaths as his hand trembled with his finger left in a sickening angle.- Ngh! Y'used t'be! -He panted, feeling the first flakes of snow fall to his skin, quickly melting.- Y'were th'type t'fret over a hurt animal, no matter how small. -Looking back up at him, his teeth gritted.- Tried yer best t'nurse em back t'health, got upset when they passed away even when dad was beatin' us. Y'used t'be above this kinda shit even as a kid. So what the fuck happened?

Mike: You remember all that. -it's half a question but not, because of course Clint, the child that Mike had known, would remember that; hadn't he copied everything Mike did, back then?- Being out in the world happened. Don't act like the world ain't had its way with you neither, baby bro. I can see you been through its wringer too. -one of the prisoners in the cages lets out a long, low sob, more unwound animal than human, and Mike's gaze ticks sideways, faintly unsettled by it and further unsettled by his own reaction- Clint, if you don't give me something then you're gonna end up in one of them cages. I won't be able to keep you out of there. This, right now, it's … it's fuckin' special treatment that the General's allowing on account of he likes the idea of it. Brother torturing brother. When it comes down to it, if you don't join up? You're gonna be used just like you saw those prisoners get used.

Clint: -his eyes drifted to the old track marks that still stained his inner elbows. The world definitely chewed him up and spit him out too, but he knew that was a lot of his own doing. The noise catches Clint's attention, after glancing towards the shape of the huddle man, he looked back to Mike noticing the crack in his composure. It was quick and subtle, but definitely there. He listens as Mike pleads with him, giving him some more insight into the situation. Maybe he wasn't as thrilled about what this group did as he let on. He couldn't give anything away, but maybe he could throw off their trail a bit.-

There ain't nothin' t' give, Mike.... We're just a small group, tryin' t' make it through th' winter. Ain't even a blip on th' radar. We didn't even know y'all were here until one of ours got hurt by one of yer traps. -he speaks, just barely above a mumble as he shivers while more snow falls down on them. He shakes his head at the offer Mike keeps giving him.- I can't ... Rather y' put a bullet between m' eyes. -his eyes shift towards the cages again. - If I end up there... I'll figure out some way t' end it m' self.... Y' know I will, Mikey... -His gaze shifts back to his brother and he speaks lowly. - Is doin' this with these people really what y' want?

Mike: It's served me well. It kept me alive. I don't know what you been doing and how you been surviving but we all had to make choices, Clint. This was the best one for me. -his jaw shifts, the look in his eyes shifting from the sharklike focus to something more broad, calculations starting to happen in his head as he mutters, almost resentfully as his accent thickens- I din't have you to think about, now did I. And Lord knows I done that before when I up and left you with him. But I got you now. -Mike looks down at Clint for a while, then goes to the table to fetch a knife; he slashes out, quick as a gator, and the cut he makes along Clint's scalp is long but shallow- Hoooo-eee! Bleedin' out like a stuck pig, huh? Best get you stashed somewhere nice and TIGHT and closed up so's you got a chance to think 'bout your life CHOICES, boy!

-some of the passing Daybreakers laugh and cheer Mike on, but they don't pause; this is business as usual, as Mike leisurely unhooks Clint from the torture chair and half-picks him up, careful not to make it look solicitous- Gonna put you away someplace nobody will git at you. And you gotta stay there, Clint. No matter what. You hear me? -he's hustling Clint across the yard, out of the main Factory into the surrounding land, taking him to a remote shed- Right here. This is where you stay till I come back for you.

Clint: -despite his broad explanation, as Clint watched, trying to read Mike past the grandeur until he spotted it, Mike was thinking about something, before his expression was so sure, everything that was done was almost instinctual, natural, but that seemed to drop away as his voice drops as well. A statement that bewilders Clint passes through his lips, there's a moment when he thinks there may be some hope, but he pushes it down and stares up at Mike as his brother looks down on him for a long moment.- Alright Mike… -he concedes knowing he had no choice but to trust him. Something that quickly seemed to be a waste as he produced a knife and began to approach him. Maybe he was going to kill him after all. When he raises the blade to deliver the blow, Clint holds still, if this really was a killing blow, he wanted it to be quick and accurate, but to his surprise the knife cut into his scalp instead, too far off to be anything but purposeful, quickly sending blood trickling down his face which seemed to amuse Mike as he hooted and hollered, pleased with the outcome leaving Clint confused, watching as others from the group passed by, amused by the show Mike was putting on before his brother worked to undo his restraints. As each limb was released he moved it, lifting his arms from the armrests, moving his feet from the chair legs, he attempted to stand on his own, but his legs gave out, forcing him to put most of his weight on his brother as he all but dragged him out of the courtyard. His head nodded at his brother's directions, so he was getting him out, getting him somewhere safe.- Yeah Mikey.. I got you…

[brooklynislandgirl]

Name: "Edward Charles Allan Brock. Most people call me Eddie. Most people don't even know I got two middle names. An' only one person in the whole universe calls me Ekkie. Takin' bets right now on who that could be."

Age: "I'm, uhm... somewhere north'uh thirty. Maybe pushin' forty. Maybe just the slightest shade over it. That's not too old, right...?"

Do you like to cuddle?: "When it's someone I care about, hell yes. We oughta be promotin' physical contact more, y'know? Keeps us connected."

Can we make-out?: "I'm pretty much always down for that. But it happens only when you're ready. Not a single second before, an' not an instant longer than you wanna."

A night in or dinner out?: "If I'm honest? I like a nice night in. It can be small, intimate, a 'just us' kinda deal, where we can make googly eyes at each other an' say whatever comes to mind, not gotta worry about what anyone else sees or hears. Also, 'dinner out' has sort of a specific connotation for... Us. Means gettin' dressed up, one way or another. ... Hang on, why're you grinnin' like that? What'd I say?"

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: "Hey, don't get me wrong, whipped cream tastes good an' all, but--" "This is not even a question. It is a matter of life and death. You do not wish Me to starve, do you?" "Okay, chill out."

Chocolates and roses?: "Think we've already established it, but when there's a Klyntar around, it's a 'hell yeah' on the chocolate. An' as for roses, I mean... I'm not really so much for flowers most'uh the time, but I gotta say, I'm lookin' right at the rose for me."

What makes you a good Valentine?: "Guess we could consider the source. Taken my share'uh beatdowns. Got my whole life stomped into the ground, really, for actin' out how people in charge never wanted me to. Maybe some'uh the stuff I've done was wrong, but I really try to do the right thing, an' I'm never gonna stop tryin' to do right by the person that saved me."

Would you cook for me?: "Point me in the general direction'uh your kitchen an' you'll see what I can whip together."

Would you let me cook for you?: "Let's be real, here, babe, you wouldn't let you cook for me. S'okay. Nobody's perfect at everything."

Where would you take me on a date?: "Clarion Alley, over in the Mission district. Artwork's incredible. Not enough words in the dictionary to describe the feelings you get when you see it. An' then, some Smitten Ice Cream. Get you a scoop'uh cherry, with sprinkles on it."

Who’s paying?: "Well... technically, it'd be you, wouldn't it? You did kinda pick up a bum on a bench."

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: "Yeah... so... you probably got like a dozen'uh these stashed somewhere, but, y'know, you find this in black an' you think, 'Maybe she'll think'uh Us when she looks in the jewelry cabinet an' sees it...' " An extended hand opens, revealing a hematite pendant in a very familiar shape, strung upon a simple black cord.

"T'be honest, if I had all the money in the world, still feels like there's nothin' I could buy equal to the task'uh lettin' you know just how much you mean to me. I'm the happiest man in the world just to get to see you smile. I'm glad I made the cut."

Better Together || -

The quiz had been tagged to her on her Adventures of A Nurse Shark blog. She'd mulled it over for a few days. No one could blame her for ignoring it outright; Valentine's Day has always been antithetical to every belief she's ever had about love and joy and trying to show the people she cares about just how much she does. But Eddie sees it the day before and over her shoulder he reads the questions. A kiss to her temple precedes him pouring her a cup of coffee. He returns to the kitchen and is gone for a few minutes before returning to the breakfast nook. The day is too wet and chilly to enjoy breakfast on the terrace and will be for another month or two. He slings himself into the booth next to her and she watches as he assumes what she sometimes thinks of as Interview Face. And with almost perfect recall he launches into answering each of questions. She will always be impressed with his way with words, maybe even to the point of envy. She also really likes his full name. It rings with something traditional, something that speaks to a nostalgic romance novel, in which he could very much be a rake of the Ton. Only Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekaunei Kahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley doesn't exactly fit in with that daydream, so she'll stick with what they have here. Hearing himself say Ekkie makes her blush. "Is fine. Gonna be t'irty-five come June, so we're of an age. An' I happen f' like a slightly older man." She winks, hopes he takes that playfully. She nods when he talks about cuddling, he knows her well enough now that she doesn't feel the need to explain touch. The making out part though? A slight feeling of discomfort that she can't put her finger on. "Dat's very noble, an' I mean…believin' li'dat certainly got you a long way wi' me…but you know it's two way avenue, right? I…nevah mind, go on." Eddie is a master, too, of subject change without making it feel like something awful to guilt herself over. "I happen to enjoy you in a suit…an' when Beloved makes himself manifest. Bo'd are dey own kind of sexy. And I would nevah starve you, Beloved. But point taken. Whip cream and chocolate syrup." Her smile carries through on the chocolate follow-through, and Beth would be a liar if she said she didn't like the Ghirardelli toasted coconut dark chocolate bar, and the dark chocolate raspberry squares. Of all the places Beloved could have found Himself with Eddie? San Francisco is a good choice. The mood turns a little more sombre when he turns his gaze inward. She hates that all of that is true as far as she knows. Comparatively, Eddie's ups and downs are worse and wide-spread than her own, and she doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to complaints. She could argue with him until she's blue in the face that he is a good man, and his missteps aren't really indicative of his personal character. "Dis isn't…I don' evah wan you t' feel like…you owe me anyt'ing. Dat wha' we have is base on what you do for me…I dunno how t' explain. But if I evah make you feel like you owe me anyt'ing, jus' tell me." There's a momentary pause and she fills it internally of an inventory to see if she ever took him for granted, or made him feel like their relationship was conditional. The fear of doing so tightens her belly. Outwardly she fiddles with the rim of her coffee cup before taking a sip of it. Eddie cooks for her because he seems to enjoy it and she's adequately explained that she doesn't because she doesn't need to burn down the house, or poison Them. What she's never had to do was explain the why, though with her prescriptions in the medicine cabinet she doesn't think she would have to lay it all out. Something he confirms a breath later and she chuckles about it. The date though? "Sounds wonderful, an' really very t'oughtful. I'd love t' go out wi' you." {{part the second}}

[ibarap]

[Event] A Match on the Sugoroku Board / The Die is Cast 1

Madara: Mikeneko-chan?

Rinne: Yaawn, fuu... Aah~, I'm sleepy...

I'm real happy Beehive took off. Never woulda thought I'd actually stay hyped up 'til mornin', but that ended up bein' a nice change-a pace for me too.

Now, my head's poundin' after stayin' out the whole night, so time for me to head on home and sleep.

Madara: Good moooooooorning!

Rinne: Shut up...?!

The hell? Are ya goin' home after a night out? Don'tcha know the cops arrest bad kids like you?

Madara: Hahaha, my bad. I just happened to see a familiar face is all.

I was pretty riled up by what you pulled during SS, so I wanted to get back at you for that! [1]

Rinne: Oi, oi. Don't tell me ya took it seriously, Mikeneko-chan. [2]

That was all staged. Don'tcha know I can't stand ya yellin' at me everywhere I go?

Madara: Mikeneko-chan?

Rinne: I'm free to give ya whatever nickname I want, can't I? It's cuter than gettin' called a 'dangerous bee that's out here stingin' humans'. ♪

Anyways, why're ya here? I ain't a fan idols wanderin' 'round entertainment districts.

Madara: Sorry, but it's not 'cause I was out having fun last night.

MaM tends to get snubbed in comparison to Double Face, but I've been getting more and more on that front lately.

Now that I'm on a roll, I've been hanging around the area looking for any work opportunities.

Since this is downtown, it looks like there's also a lot of workers returning home in the morning just like you are.

Rinne: I gotcha. I was wonderin' if you were hyped up 'cause ya stayed out all night.

But gettin' fucked over in the idol industry, huh... That rings a bell.

Ain't society harsh on outsiders in all kindsa ways? Rinne-kun's tired of y'all...! [3]

Madara: Even Crazy:B gets snubbed, huh. Kohaku-san told me all about it.

You cause trouble whenever you guys have work, so the only jobs Crazy:B do get are the weird ones anyone else would've turned down.

Rinne: Yeah, yeah, and I'm real sick of it. Even if I surround myself with nothin' but good kids, it straight up ain't fun~.

That's why I've also got yer back, Mikeneko-chan.

Alright, lemme treat ya to some gyudon since I'm the onii~san here!

There's nothin' better than eatin' gyudon after stayin' up all night. That's my goodbye gift to ya, so c'mon, let's eat!

Madara: Gyudon? No thanks, I'm not really hungry.

Rinne: Huuuh, ya don't wanna eat the gyudon I'm treatin' ya?

You're so cold~. Are ya turnin' down a senpai who wants to go somewhere with ya?

But I wanted to go eat with Mikeneko-chan~.

Madara: Okay, okay. I'll go with you if you insist.

We make an unlikely pair! It must've been some kind of fate that I ran into you here, don't you think?

<30 minutes later.>

Rinne: I'm stuffed. ♪

Damn, ya boy got a good dose of nutrients and the poundin' in my head even went away! Thanks, man!

Madara: Don't thank me, it was your treat.

Well, I should get going. I was kind of in the middle of my walk, you see.

I'll be looking around for some interesting jobs.

...Ohh?

Rinne: The hell's up with that? Why'd our phones sound off at the same time?

Madara: Rinne-san, it's a Sparkling Message. Apparantly, we got a new job offer. [4]

Rinne: "A Match on the Sugoroku Board — A competition between agencies, with idols from CosPro and NewDi joinin' in," huh?

"Fight by usin' dice in an Open-world Sugoroku game..." I dunno what that means, but that's pretty much why we're fightin' agency by agency.

I was plannin' on hittin' it off with ya, but it ain't gonna be that easy, huh.

Y'know what they say, "Yesterday's enemy could still be an enemy today." ♪ [5]

Madara: Hahaha, what a perfect way for things to end between us.

Considering the final round of SS, it's like my enemy from two days ago is my enemy once again.

Either way, this is the job we were waiting for.

I can't even say I'm disappointed that my search led me to someplace surprising, so I'm going to reply positively.

Rinne: Aah, 'course I'm gonna join in on the fun too. Not like I've got a ton of work headin' my way.

Well, it's about time for me to head home. Next time I see ya, all I ask is for ya to go easy on me. ♪

Madara: Sure thing, I'm looking forward to it. Let's have a fair and square fight.

Rinne: Gyahaha! ♪ Of course you'd be the type-a guy to say that!

Well now, I'm lookin' forward to it in more ways than one. ♪

Notes:

Reference to the !! main story SS Finals. Rinne interrupted Ryuseitai (red) and Double Face's (white)'s decisive round to call out the SS' voting system for being rigged and pinning the blame on Nagisa specifically.

Mikeneko-chan (calico cat): A play on Madara's cat-themed family name, Mikejima.

異物 (foreign contaminant): Translated this as 'outsider' for brevity. I figured this was worth noting due to Crazy:B being being branded as a 'poison to the idol industry' & etc. before.

Sparkling Message: I have no idea what キラキラメール (kirakira mail) is called in the wider fandom. If any of you know what it is, please let me know!

Yesterday's enemy could still be an enemy today: A spoof on the saying 昨日の敵は今日の敵, "Yesterday's enemy could be a friend today."

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[jonesatheart]

Alt. Broken

Today's piece is brought to you by partial inspiration from the fic Call me Crisis Jones which my friend told me about while I was working on my Multiverse AU idea. This scene would take place after the Caseys get swapped back, and is based around the 2007 universe.

"Hey. Mind if I join?"

Raph glanced at Casey's voice. "Yeah, sure." He nearly flinched when Casey bumped his shoulder as he sat next to him on the ledge of the roof.

"How'd you find out about them?" Casey asked, eyes scanning the horizon.

"'Bout who?" Raph's tone might have almost been convincing if it wasn't for the fact that he was staring into the middle of nowhere, eyes unfocused. And the simple fact that Casey knew better.

"You know who I'm talkin' about. You've been actively avoiding me since I got back."

"I saw he had a ring and I asked 'im about. Y'know. 'How long you'n April been married? Our Casey's been lookin' at rings, but has asked yet.' And he gave me this look and said his version of me gave it to him. They couldn't legally get married, cause y'know, mutant turtles don't legal exist, so he wore it on his right hand and I remembered I'm a dyslexic idiot."

"Ya not an idiot, Raph."

Raphael harrumped. "'S not what you said a few weeks ago."

"A few weeks ago ya got ya shell thrown in a dumpster." Casey elbowed him playfully.

Raph gave half a smile before they lapsed into silence.

"Case?"

"Raph."

He bit his lip. Hesitating a moment. "It was April you were lookin' at rings for. Right?"

Casey nodded. "Yeah."

"Good."

"Is it?"

Raph nodded. "I'm not like my brothers. I'm not...I've never even had a celebrity crush. I mean, yeah, ya my best friend and the most important person to me, but...I dunno. I think I'm just...not right. I kinda resigned myself to bein' alone a long time ago cause humans were always gonna be dangerous and, let's face it, I'm not easiest guy to be around even if we did find others like us. But that never stopped my brothers from havin' crushed on people on TV and I thought they just were choosin' to till I asked Donny about it one time. Turned out it wasn't a choice. So it is a good thing. Cause April's not broken, y'know, she can actually love you. And I can't."

"I don't think that makes you broken, Raph," Casey said softly.

"Don't," Raph snapped, more harshly than intended, and pushed himself to his feet. "There's somethin' that all my brothers got that I don't. There's whole other version of me that's got whatever the shell it is made him decide to propose to that other version of you. I can't even figure out how ya know ya wanna marry April or what that even means exactly. I'm clearly missing somethin' here, Case. How does that not make me broken?"

Without a word Casey stood and gently pulled Raph from the ledge then directly into his arms.

Raphael burried his face against Casey's chest, gripping his fulls of his shirt.

"Ya not broken just cause ya not like everyone else, Raph."

"Case-"

"No." He grabbed Raph by the face. "You are not broken. Look, I don't really get it either, okay? I wasn't someone who had a lot of crushes grown up. I don't know exactly why I'm so sure April is the one I wanna marry, I just know that she is. Love is a really big and broad concept and I don't always know how to define it or what it means. But I know that it's more than just butterflies in ya head or whatever, it's a choice too. And I chose to put you in that circle a long time ago and I don't need ya to define it the exact same way or have those weird 'make ya act like an idiot' feelings for me to know I fall into your circle too."

Raph pulled Casey's hands away. "You seem petty sure of that," he grumbled and looked away.

"I am," Casey replied, folding his arms over his chest. "Raph, if ya didn't love me you wouldn't be worried about not doing it right. And yeah, sure, maybe love feels like a strong word. Maybe it's more accurate to say if ya didn't care about me ya wouldn't be worried about this. But ya do. I might be stupid, but that sure seems like an expression of love to me. It's okay if it's not the same as ya seen it on TV, it's okay if it's hard to explain or pin down. I can tell ya love me by the choices you make about me. I don't need ya to love me like someone else. I want ya to love me like you."

"That's the sappiest thing you ever said to me, y'know that," Raph complained, his voice raspy and tight, as he tried to keep his composure.

"And I meant it." Casey caught his hand. "You and April might mean different things to me in a way I can't put into words. But the truth is I don't think I could live without either of ya. Those versions of us are totally different people, Raph. I don't think it means you love me less because you didn't propose or because you're not comfortable with that kinda relationship. It just means you love me differently."