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[shanksxbuggy]

SHUGGY IN BUGGY’S OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY ART!❤️💙

Look at Shanks’ being a glutton for food, the artist who drew this understood the assignment. Shanks’ greedy ass wants Buggy and his cake.

Buggy is teasing Shanks by keeping the cake out of his reach, Buggy knows Shanks loves red foods, he probably got a red cake on purpose instead of a blue one so Shanks and him can eat together…☺️🎂

[book-loving-babe]

But daddy I want to go to fashion school

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Relationship: Yuki Tsunoda x fashion designer! Y/N

Description: Famous fashion designer, y/n, gets reached out to by redbull. They want to work with her and their second driver.

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A/N: hey this is my first time writing a fic let alone an smau so sorry if it sucks. I just love yuki and think he deserves more fics 🙏🏼 (everything written is purely fiction and doesn’t represent any of the people in real life) also i’m writing this on mobile so sorry if they lines are messed up

faceclaims: any pictures used for y/n are off of Pinterest, designs are by antonia.bronze on insta

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comments:

@.bffuser: your work is 🧑‍🍳💋

——> @ y/n: awww I love you!! 😘😘

@ Julie.brand: Thank you so much for the jacket, i’m in love 😍

——> @ y/n: I love you! bring it home 🇩🇪💪🏻

(🩷 by julie.brand)

@.user1: so cool!

@.user2: no way is that 2nd slide for Ellie Carpenter? 😧

——>@ y/n: Yes! for her wife’s euros match!!

————>@.user2: That is epic!

(🩷 by creator)

@.bffuser: you are the moment! ✨

(🩷 by creator)

@.user9: you need to make one for leah williamson

@.user3: girl you’re living the dream I’m jealous!!!

@.user11: What is @redbullracing doing in the likes? 🤔

——> @.user15: I know right?!?

————>@.user18: maybe a custom jacket for max? 🤷🏻‍♀️

————>@.user20: or for yuki?

————>@.user18: pshhh yeah right it’s definitely for max

@.user4:I’m obsessed with slide 2

@.user22: OH MY GOD MAX JUST LIKED

——>@.user20: so did yuki?!

——>@.user22: no one cares about him 🙄

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Comments:

@ Redbullracing:Keep up the good work yuki 💪🏻

(🩷 by creator)

@ Lando: we look cool 😎

(🩷 by creator)

@ maxverstappen1: let’s go yuki

(🩷 by creator)

@.user10: you’re the best yuki!

@.user11: you got this!

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———————————INSTAGRAM DM’S————————————

@ Redbullracing: Hello y/n, we saw your jackets with adidas for the women’s euros and would love to work with you! We have two drivers in f1, Max and Yuki! We’ve had some pieces made for Max but would love if you could make some for Yuki. If you’re interested let us know!

@ y/n: Hello, I’d love to work with you guys!

What kind of pieces were you thinking?

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@ y/n posted a story

replies:

@ yukitsunoda0511: so excited! 😁

——>@ y/n: I hope you love it! 💙

——>@ yukitsunoda0511:I love everything you make

(🩷 by creator)

@.user42: omg redbull jacket?!??!!

@.user26: i hope it’s with max!!!

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@ yukitsunoda0511: Hey Y/N, It’s Yuki! You made a custom jacket for me last week?

@ y/n: Hey Yuki! ☺️ How’s everything going? Is the jacket okay?

@ yukitsunoda0511: No, yeah everything with the jacket is great!

I just wanted to reach out and say thank you!

The jacket is incredible, so thank you!

@ y/n: awww thank you 😊

you’re so sweet!

@ yukitsunoda0511: …

so you making anyone else some cool custom jackets?

@ y/n: unfortunately no 😕

I’m actually going on vacation next week

@ yukitsunoda0511: no way!

I’m going on vacation too

I’m heading to spain

@ y/n: are you messing with me?

@ yukitsunoda0511: umm no 🤔

@ y/n: I’m also going to spain!

small world

@ yukitsunoda0511: oh cool!

…

maybe we can meet up while we’re there?

we don’t have to do anything

it might just be cool to meet the girl who elevated my wardrobe

if not that’s cool too

…

you’ll probably be busy

@ y/n: i’d love to meet up 🤭

@ yukitsunoda0511: really?

@ y/n: really 😉

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Comments:

@.bffuser:have fun…but not too much fun 😉

(🩷 by creator)

@.bff2user: is that…a guy? 😦

——>@ y/n: he’s just a friend

———>@.bff2user: a friend that you kiss? 😏

———>@ y/n:. . . no comment

(🩷 by yukitsunoda0511)

@.user20: is that who i think it is???

——>@.user22: go back to bed grandma

——>@.user4: who do you think it is?

———>@.user20: it’s definitely yuki, that’s his jacket

———>@.user22: don’t mind her she’s crazy

@.user56: omg all the drivers in the likes!!!

——>@.user21:right?? lando, alex, max, yuki, george. something definitely is going down

@ maxverstappen1: fun 💙

(🩷 by creator)

@.user12: MAX COMMENTED

@ yukitsunoda0511: fun looking trip 😁

——>@ y/n: it was. . . except for the phone that got dropped in the lake

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: good thing you all had a backup 👍🏼

———>@ y/n: right?!? 😉

@.user77: yall seeing her and yuki’s comments???

——>@.user1: they aren’t very subtle

(🩷 by creator and yukitsunado0511)

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comments:

@ redbulldriving: looking good yuki 💙

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: thanks

@ lando: who’s the girl??? 🤨

——>@ yukitsunado0511: non of your business

——>@ lando: WOW! i thought we were friends 😭

@ maxverstappen1: nice car almost as good as the real thing 🏎️

(🩷 by creator)

@ y/n: good trip?

—>@ yukitsunoda0511: yep 💙

——>@ y/n: good company?

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: the best 😁

@.user43:yuki’s looking so boyfriend coded here

——>@.user32:right??? y/n’s rubbing off on him

@.user20: these pics look familiar 👀

——>@.user22: give it a rest 😒

——>@.user16: nah i think @.user20 is onto something

(🩷 by creator and y/n)

@.user31:can’t wait to see you back on the track

@ alex_albon: okay yuki… i see you

——> @ yukitsunoda0511: 🫣

@ georgerussell63: yuki you’ve been holding out on us???

——>@ yukitsunoda0512: no, just being selective

——>@ georgerussell63: when do @alex_albon and I get to meet the girl??

———>@ y/n: soon i hope 🤞🏼

(🩷 by creator and georgerussell63)

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comments:

@.user58: THE JACKET!!!!

@.user44: I’M GAGGED

@.user15: @ Y/N what’s 4+4?

——>@ redbullracing: ATE!!

——>@.user15: NO WAY REDBULL RESPONDED

@.user66:come on yuki 💪🏻

@.user82: i have nothing appropriate to say…😏

(🩷 by y/n)

@.user28: Thank you y/n for this 🙏🏼

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Comments:

@ maxverstappen1: cool jacket yuki!

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: thanks man 💪🏻

@ lando: i want a custom jacket

——>@.user31: pretty sure you’d have to date the designer to get one

——>@ lando: i’m willing to do anything, that jacket is sick

———>@ yukitsunoda0511: no and no 😡

———>@.user31: uh oh protective yuki

———>@ lando: touched a nerve there

@ alex_albon: so you’ll bring her to the padlock, hold her hand, hug her but won’t let me meet her?

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: 🙄 we’re on our way now

———>@ alex_albon: HIP HIP HOORAY! 🙌

(🩷 by creator)

@ y/n: looking good yuki 😊

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: thanks my girlfriend made it 😁

——>@ y/n: lucky girl

———>@ yukitdunoda0511: i’m the lucky one

(🩷 by y/n)

@.user42: yuki relationship confirmed????

@.user91: max would’ve killed this jacket

——>@.user20: too bad yuki did it better than he ever could

(🩷 by maxverstappen1 and creator)

@.user11: that’s got to be y/n!!!

@.user53: y/n and yuki padlock official????

@.user64: it’s 100% y/n! i was at the race today and I saw them walking together

——>@.user18: how’d they look?

———>@.user64: so cute!!! it was when they were going to meet alex and lily. they were holding hands and giggling the entire time and then yuki was so excited to introduce y/n to alex

——>@.user18: awwwww they are so cute 🥹

@.user73: maybe y/n is his good luck charm 🍀

(🩷 by creator)

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comments:

@.bffuser: ?????

@.bffuser: omg call me now!!!!

——>@ y/n:. . . 😬

———>@.bffuser: does this mean you’re official???

———>@ y/n: 🫣

@.user4: @.bffuser is asking the real question here

@.bff2user: baby’s first padlock 🥺

(🩷 by creator)

@.user12: y/n who are you rooting for?

——>@ y/n i think slide 4 speaks for itself 💙

———>@.user12: OMG CONFIRMED!!!!!

@.user43: look at those arms in slide 2 🤤

——>@ y/n: i know right 🥵

@.user63: STOP Y/N OUT HERE THIRSTING ON THE MAIN!!!

——>@.user19: can you blame her have you seen yuki???

(🩷 by creator)

@ lando: can i get one of the cool jackets you made yuki???

——>@ yukitsunoda0511:Ummmmm no 😠

———>@ y/n: sure lando! yuki be nice lando’s your friend

———>@ yukitsunoda0511: fine, sorry lando

———> @ lando: it’s all good mate 👍🏼

@ yukitsunoda0511: if you’re making lando a jacket can i have another one?

——>@ y/n: sure baby

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: ☺️

@.user65: yuki really trying to tell lando back off she’s mine

(🩷 by yukitsinoda0511)

@ yukitsunoda0511: padlock life suits you

——>@ y/n: yeah i kinda like it here 😉

@.user86: couple goalsssss

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Comments limited:

@ maxversappen1: good job yuki! so nice to meet you y/n

——>@ y/n: thanks max! congrats on p1 💙

@ redbullracing: i think your his good luck charm 🍀

——>@ y/n: 🤭

@ redbullracing: what’s your schedule looking like…for the rest of the season?

——>@ y/n: i’m sure i could squeeze in a couple races 💙

@ yukitsunoda0511: couldn’t have done it without you baby! 🩷

——>@ y/n: i love you!! i am so proud 🥹

———> yukitsunoda0511: i love you too!

@.bffuser: and to think if you hadn’t answered that dm…

(🩷 by creator)

@.bff2user: congrats yuki!! celebrate a ton!

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: thanks bff2! 💙

———>@ y/n: i can think of a few ways we can celebrate… 🥵

(🩷 by yukitsunoda0511)

————>@ lando: AHHHH MY EYES!!!! MAKE IT STOP

@ lando: congrats yuki!! someone pr train your gf tho

——>@ yukitsunado0511: thanks lando! and how about no

(🩷 by creator, 👎🏼 by lando)

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Comments limited:

@ redbullracing: LETS GO YUKI!!!! 💙💪🏻

(🩷 by creator)

@ maxversappen1: that’s my teammate! 💙

(🩷 by creator)

@ lando: proud of you buddy!!

(🩷 by creator)

@ alex_albon: congrats mate! ig she really is your lucky charm!

(🩷 by creator)

@ y/n: don’t mind me just gonna go sob 😭 you were so incredible yuki

——>@ yukitsunoda0511: don’t cry baby!! we’re supposed to celebrate

———>@ y/n: i’m just so proud! 🥹 you’ve worked so hard, it’s so great seeing it pay off!

———>@ y/n: thank you for letting me be a part of this journey!! 💙

———>@ yukitsunado0511: there’s no one id rather have on my side!! love you baby 🫶🏼

(🩷 by y/n)

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The end!!!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, hopefully it’s good this was my first ever smau!! lmk if there’s any mistakes or if i should write more!!!

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[destielgaysex]

tag games are sooo back, i was tagged by @sunforgrace ☺️😇💙💚 here are some things in my room.... which are you stealing?

please noooo dont steal my stuff noooooo

tagging @wolfsplosion @mulletsonlydotcom @renlup @lycanthropicture @aturnoftheearth @daalcuntynatural pls do it now thank you

[liebeslament]

coming STRAIGHT from your house?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 erm sorry mr tenna, im bi ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️🩷💙💜

[nadeshikoshirogi]

This week has been very busy, I'll attend an important event and there are many things to prepare 😮‍💨 but I still wanted to draw my boys even if it was something quick, they would also be dressing up for a special event ☺️💙❤️

[kokostardust]

Magolor emoji emotions 🩵

+ 1 Kirby and 1 Meta Knight :3💙💙💙

[themissingmango]

💖💜💙 | bisexual darkstar ✨

[supes9]

Roy + Johnny + Taking Care of Each Other ❤️‍🩹

[waynes-multiverse]

So excited to dive into these two knuckleheads again! Somehow I was more yelling than crying during this part (and cheering for reader lol) 🤓

God, that whole Oliveras interrogation had me screaming. I mean, I totally get why they had to keep her so long and make sure she didn’t get brainwashed or revealed information etc. But damn, that was tough. I bet Mark wasn’t happy at all with this. To be a fly on the wall when he had a conversation about it with Amber lol…

I seriously wonder why Volchek kept her so long without ever doing something, though. This whole plot has me hooked!! Did he really like her because he thought she was pretty? (btw I almost slapped Amber during that whole bit lol)

But I’m so curious about Volchek’s angle here. I’m guessing it doesn’t have something to do with Mark yet, but I bet Mark’s now higher on his hit list after reader’s escape 👀

Also, that little “Did he flirt with you?” question directed at Oliveras killed me. Reader’s way more chill about it than I would’ve been, even though you logically want your partner to be happy after your death, it’s different when you have to deal with the aftermath of it when you didn’t actually die. I wonder what she’s gonna think when she finds out the Melinda story 😅🙈

“Can’t look at a trash can without thinking about you.”

Omfg 🤣🤣🤣

She followed me to the front steps with a bag of drive thru goodies clutched in hand, her feet bare against the cold ground. I should have picked her up…but what if I passed out again and dropped her?

Michelle!!! How dare you hit me oh-so randomly with the Mark tumor angst 😭

The bungalow had been open with lots of light, colorful pops of orange and teal and red that made it feel fun and carefree.

Sounds like my home. I’m a teal and orange girl ☺️🩵🧡

She had no anchor any more, nothing to tie herself to except for me, a ship that was taking on water and going to sink in the very near future. I would not pull her ship down with mine, no way in hell.

Sorry to disappoint, Mark, but I think she’s the captain of your ship, and she’s definitely going down with it 😅

“Let me guess,” she said, sliding her hand up my neck, resting it on the back of my head. “That’s why you started sobbing like a baby when you found me. You’re dying and by the looks on your friends faces, they don’t know. My guess is no one knows. You being you, you want to help take care of me but ultimately you’re going to try and push me away because you somehow think that’ll lessen the pain of me losing you. You weren’t even going to tell me, were you?”

God, I loved this whole scene! When she started so gentle, I was like “Awww.” And then she fucking shoves him and tears into him. I lost it! I fucking love her so much 😂

Mark definitely needed to hear that, get some tough love and a kick into his perky little butt 😉

I still have so many questions! I can’t wait to find out how this whole Volchek mystery wraps up and why he fucking kidnapped her. And most of all, I hope the second opinion works out for Mark. I want those two to be happy. They’ve already been through enough. I do fear there’s more aftermath coming for them than just this, tho 🥲💙

Three Years In The Grave - A Phantom Pains Story

Summary: The reader is safe but how is she still alive after all this time?

Phantom Pains Masterlist

Pairing: Mark Meachum x FBI Agent!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: Countdown S1 spoilers, language, big angst, terminal illness

A/N: Time to jump back in the deep end!

Reader POV

You stared at the mirrored window in the interview room, taking yourself in when you got a minute alone. Your first thought was Danill was shockingly good at haircuts. It’d taken over two damn years but one day you’d snapped and gone on a five minute rant about how absolute unmanageable your hair was at this obnoxious length. You’d expected a million things to happen over the outburst.

Danill returning with a hairdressers bag filled to the brim with tools to style and combat every hair type known to man had you thinking you’d finally lost it and were hallucinating. Something about the way Danill had kindly trimmed and cut as you told him how long you wanted it was admirable. That night you’d even gotten a little dessert cake on your dinner tray. 

Your will had almost broken for a mediocre taste of chocolate. Mark’s voice echoed in your head though. He’d forgive you if you broke, you knew he would. But Mark would also brag that his double fudge brownies were far superior to that cheap crap. God you missed baking with Mark. It was such a good form of stress relief for him and the man had quickly fallen in love with it. Some small part of you hoped he still baked.

So you’d left the treat and Danill had understood. You wouldn’t be breaking that day. 

You missed him after Volchek had blown his brains out last week. At least Danill had talked to you.

You blinked when the door handle turned, bringing you back to the present. Your hopes rose and fell like a tidal wave when a new woman, not Mark, entered the room.

“You people have been debriefing me for hours. While I appreciate the shower and McNuggets I got, could you kindly finish the fuck up?” The woman glanced at you before sitting down, catching your dejected sigh. “I know, I know. You’ll let me leave once you know everything you can possibly know and where my loyalties lie without a doubt.”

“Amber Oliveras. DEA. You’re Mark’s not so dead wife,” she said. You felt the cut underneath her gentle words, the subtle sharp threatening edge that a person normally wouldn’t have picked up. “Long story short, I want to know how you’re alive three years after supposedly being kidnapped.”

“You don’t believe I was,” you said. Oliveras leaned back in her seat, trying to appear larger than her small frame. You knew the type. They went twice as hard as the boys just to prove they belonged. You wouldn’t have been surprised if she was jacked under that jacket of hers too. Another layer of “look how tough I am” on her resume. 

“You don’t look very kidnapped and tortured. Barely found any scars on you besides that mark on your ankle. Not even a bump or a bruise when they looked you over. According to you, you were never assaulted. So I ask again, how are you alive?”

“Maybe it was my sunshiney personality Volchek loved,” you deadpanned, Oliveras giving it right back. “I already told you people-”

“Yeah, you met with a new informant that day who turned out to be Volchek who grabbed you that night and made it seem like you died so no one would look. Why would Volchek keep you alive?”

“Fucking ask him,” you snarled, getting up from the chair, the small windowless room feeling too dark and tight for the hundredth time that day. “Believe me, I asked the question to him over and over and all I got back was stares. Maybe he thought I was pretty or some shit, I don’t fucking know.”

“Pretty?” she asked, eyebrow raised. You tilted your head, crossing your arms.

“Are you insulting my looks or my random ass rationale with that comment? I. Do. Not. Know. I said it a million times. The guy’s gang of goons grabbed me. I was expecting to be tortured because hey, I was in the FBI and I knew crap. But they didn’t and I don’t know why. All they did was shove me in a room and keep me there. The only time they hurt me was when I tried to escape and even then, it was a few punches, not pliers and hammers. Like I said-”

“And they didn’t use your body? That wasn’t why they…kept you?” she asked. You rolled your eyes.

“The one and only time a guy tried to get handsy, the other guards restrained him and Volchek personally came dow and blew the guys brains out in front of me. Make no mistake, he is ruthless and violent and a psychopath. But his men knew not to touch me.”

“Hence why you think he might think you’re…pretty,” she said, not bothering to hide the snark in there.

“If he thought I was pretty and wanted me that way, there were plenty of opportunities for him to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t want me for information, he didn’t want me for my body. Most of our conversations were brief and all he ever asked was if I was being treated well. The man fucking personally brought me cold medicine when I got sick from one of his guys last year. I haven’t got a clue how his head works.” 

Oliveras watched you, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. You sighed, leaning back against the wall, putting your hands behind you as she worked through her next line of questions.

“When you met him as an informant, who approached who?” she asked.

“I got a mysterious call from a known trusted CI of mine. He said he had a guy that wanted to meet, talk to me. He was dodgy, very vague, said he knew of a plan to bomb LA. I went into the meet during the day at a coffee shop. I had backup around. Volchek wasn’t the guy I met with. It was some random guy. We talked, he was nervous, so we took it slow. We agreed to meet again later in the week, give our side time to look into him. Next thing I know, I see him in the parking lot at work that night and then it all goes black. Never saw the man again.”

“FBI cameras were down during your abduction.”

“So someone’s on the inside then.” She shrugged, eyes focused in on your neck. You tapped the spot where a white dot was where you’d been injected. “You can get closer to look. I don’t bite.”

“Something tells me you do. You apparently shot a paintball gun at a DEA agent’s nuts during a training seminar five years ago?” You grinned, Oliveras nodding to herself. 

“That’s when I met Mark. That was a really good day,” you said, smirking back at her. You could sense she was starting to believe you but she wouldn’t let it go until she was sure. “Okay, cards on the table. You’re suspicious because I’m not fucked all to hell. If I were on that side of the table, I’d get it. I’d question it too. But all I can say is they didn’t question me and didn’t proactively hurt me. I’ve had a lot more time to think about this than you have.”

“Your theory?” she asked. You sat back down in your chair, leaning forward on your elbows. 

“In no particular order, it really is simple. Volchek fucking likes me or some shit. I don’t buy that but I can’t disprove it. Second theory, I know something they want to know and were working a long con. I don’t like that either. They would have started torturing me a long time ago if that were true and the FBI would have changed access to certain things I knew. While I am amazing, I was not on any huge cases. I took a knock back career wise to move to LA and had only just got off of the junior cases. The most plausible theory I’ve got figured out was simply they wanted me out of the way and took me or…they wanted Mark distraught so he’d miss something in one of his cases. Holding onto me all these years was some kind of card in their back pocket thing. I could never make sense of it. Mark never dealt with eastern Europeans on any cases and I wasn’t working on any important cases. I have no good reason for why I’m still here.”

She tapped the table, the gears in her mind going. “How’d you get assigned the call, for the new informant?”

You frowned. “My supervisor. I had a lighter case load, was looking for some newer, challenging work. That’s pretty normal.”

“Dylan Schrader, your boss? He died in a car accident three months after you did. Got drunk and drove off a cliff. They investigated it thoroughly given your situation. They chalked it up to grief over failing an agent.” Your heart rate picked up, Oliveras turning up her chin. “Or maybe he did it because he gave you up, was the one that made those cameras go down.”

“Why would he do that? Yes, I’m an above average agent who always got great performance reviews and the occasional small commendation or award. But I’m not exceptional. I never cracked a huge case, never led a big charge. I handled the small stuff the ego maniacs didn’t want. My last cases were a federal kidnapping where a dad crossed state lines, a money laundering scheme that was honestly kind of genius with the sweetest old woman I’ve ever cuffed and a moron that was selling guns out of the trunk of his car. Nothing spectacular there.”

Her face shifted, like something had clicked, a stupid smile on her face. You raised an eyebrow, Oliveras shaking her head out. “I wonder…if I’m right, hot fuckin’ damn.”

She got up, your own body shooting out of the chair. Amber paused, looking you up and down. 

“Do you believe me?” you asked quietly. She went to the door, your stomach dropping. But it slowly came up as she held the door open, motioning with her hand.

“You going to stand there looking all pathetic or we leaving?” You practically dashed across the room and to the hallway, Oliveras nodding for you to follow her. She took you down a few familiar turns from when you’d first entered and found yourself in front of a pair of doors. Your pulse raced, her hand on your shoulder. 

“I want to be very clear about something, Y/N. We knew you weren’t involved in less than five minutes. You were ugly crying the second we walked outside that warehouse and the way you and Meachum were clinging to each other…maybe your torture wasn’t physical but it still happened. You can’t fake that, sweetie.”

“So why did you question me for hours on end and not let me see him?” you asked. 

“You know how it goes. Kidnapping victims need to be de-briefed for information but also for psychological reasons. If we were going by the book, you’d never be allowed to see your husband so soon and you know that.” 

“Pretty and smart,” you grumbled, Oliveras cracking a smile. “Mark ever flirt with you?”

“You really want to know the answer to that?” You nodded and she shrugged. “He has. But he’s more complicated than he first seems.”

“It’s a mask he wears well,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I know it sounds weird but I’m glad he did. I always wanted him to try again if something happened to me. I’m more surprised he actually listened.”

“You’re free to go whenever you’re ready,” was all she said before she opened the door. You followed her around a corner and suddenly were in a bullpen area, Mark sat at a desk with his head in his hands. “Meachum! I think your wife wants to go home.”

He raised his head, strands of hair everywhere as he took you in. You smiled, very aware of a lot of eyes on you. The room went quiet though, your focus on Mark as he stood. 

“Hey,” you said as you got to his desk just as he was rounding the corner of it. 

“Hey.” You tilted your head. He was older but somehow…hotter? God, life really wasn’t fair you hadn’t been there to see it. 

“You remember to take out the garbage like I asked?” 

“Can’t look at a trash can without thinking about you.”

“You always knew how to make a girl feel pretty,” you said, smiling up at him, finally spotting one cross his face. 

“I thought I told you to be safe at work,” he whispered, stepping closer.

“Thought I told you to solve all the crime. You been slacking, Meachum,” you said as he grazed his knuckles over your cheek. He closed his eyes and you put your hand over it, startled when a throat cleared. Blythe was at your side, a reassuring smile on his face. “Yes?”

“LAPD and the Bureau will have UC officers and agents stationed outside your home for the foreseeable future. Volchek knows who you are and may come after you again. If he makes the connection Mark is working a case against him-”

“No one’s taking my wife.” Mark’s word was resolute. Final. Blythe nodded, exchanging a few words with Mark before your husband was putting his leather jacket over your shoulders and walking the two of you towards elevators on the other side of the room.

You waited quietly alone in the lobby area, Mark’s arm draped over your shoulder, keeping you close.

“Mark?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered.

“When we get home, you need to tell me what’s wrong.” You felt him stiffen, your head resting on his shoulder. “How bad is it, Mark?”

“Not yet,” he croaked out, emotion choking his voice.

“Okay,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Soon.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Mark POV

“Home sweet home,” I said when I parked in the driveway. Y/N had started to withdraw into herself the longer we drove. More precisely, the moment she realized we were heading south east instead of North bound on the freeway. 

“You…moved out of the bungalow.” We sat in silence for a beat. 

“I’d tell you the mortgage was too much on my own but I just couldn’t be there anymore.” She hummed and slid out of the truck. She followed me to the front steps with a bag of drive thru goodies clutched in hand, her feet bare against the cold ground. I should have picked her up…but what if I passed out again and dropped her?

I shook off the thought as I got the front door open, Y/N following me inside. I could see the immediate distaste in her face. She hated the place. The bungalow had been open with lots of light, colorful pops of orange and teal and red that made it feel fun and carefree. One look around at the peeling beige paint in the foyer, the ugly brown couch and sterile white tile in the kitchen made my stomach sour.

Just wait until she saw the bathroom from the fifties.

This was not the home she’d dreamed of coming back to, her safe place in the world. I could see it in the way she hesitantly walked down the hall to the living room, poking her head inside before continuing to the small galley kitchen, a tiny two person table shoved against a wall with a lone chair.

She had no anchor any more, nothing to tie herself to except for me, a ship that was taking on water and going to sink in the very near future. I would not pull her ship down with mine, no way in hell.

I had to get her steady and send her off to her parents before she saw my hull crack. I would not put her through watching me fall apart, become my caretaker, bury me in the same plot where a headstone currently sat with her name.

I blinked when the floor creaked, Y/N watching me oh so intently from the kitchen. Her bag of food was empty and in the trash, her arms crossed, worry worn into her face. Fuck, how long had I been in my own head?

“So,” she said, leaning back against the counter, stopping herself, waiting a beat and then another and then another. “How long do you have?”

The fuck? How the hell…

Her eyes drifted from mine to the fridge. I stepped forward, my heart stopping as I read my small whiteboard reminders.

Pay car insurance

Talk to lawyer about will

Pay stupid FUCKING horseshit head tumor doctor bill

I couldn’t look at her, my feet frozen to the ground. If I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, this wasn’t happening. This was a nightmare, it was just a long nightmare. Y/N didn’t know the truth. She hadn’t found out like this.

I felt her behind me, a hand gently resting between my shoulder blades.

“Let me guess,” she said, sliding her hand up my neck, resting it on the back of my head. “That’s why you started sobbing like a baby when you found me. You’re dying and by the looks on your friends faces, they don’t know. My guess is no one knows. You being you, you want to help take care of me but ultimately you’re going to try and push me away because you somehow think that’ll lessen the pain of me losing you. You weren’t even going to tell me, were you?”

She shoved me forward into the fridge and I was not prepared for how strong she was. She’d always been but apparently the woman had been doing prison style workouts for the past three years.

“Well guess fucking what,” she snarled, shoving my shoulder before her hands were on my hips, spinning me around. She pushed me back again, my heart in my throat. She grabbed the collar of my pull over, her whole body shaking with anger. Her eye twitched and I swallowed thickly. “I didn’t just survive the past three years for this shit. I am sitting down with your doctor, tomorrow, and then you are getting a second opinion and a third because I fucking know you Mark Meachum. I fucking know you never got them and just accepted you were going to die because you didn’t want to live without me. You are in a world of trouble with me right now. Over my dead body will I allow you to die without exhausting every single goddamn avenue. You can die when you have my motherfucking permission, got it? Have I made myself crystal fucking clear?”

I blinked and nodded, Y/N growling. “Say it, Mark.”

“I won’t die without your permission,” I said, a strange nugget of hope flickering to life in my gut. It faded fast but I’d felt it, for the first time since the headaches started. Her gentle hands cupped my cheeks, wiping them dry when I closed my eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one that’s a mess, not me?”

“This isn’t exactly the homecoming I imagined,” she said, resting her head on my chest, breathing deeply. “We’re going to fight this and if you end up losing, at least we get to say see you later this time.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. I’m not okay with dying and I’m definitely not okay with leaving you all alone.”

“It means that no matter what happens, I’ll see you again someday. But I’m not letting you give up either. I could have given up these past three years and I lost hope more than once. I could focus on the fact that yeah, you have a tumor in your head and yeah, you’re probably going to die and it’s incredibly unfair that you are my soulmate and I’ll have gotten so little time with you and I’ll have to wait a long ass time to see you in whatever comes next.” She lifted her head, my eyes fluttering open to watch her smile softly. “So I am sad that you are sick but I am also so incredibly happy to be here with you again.”

“You’re not mad I sold the house?” I asked. 

“No. But if you do live, we are so not living here,” she said, eyeing the wallpaper. “I wonder if we get to keep my life insurance money even thought I’m not dead…”

“I think that’s fraud, honey,” I said, Y/N shrugging. I chuckled, pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s late. Do you want to go lay down?”

“I want another shower first,” she said quietly. “But yes, I very much would love nothing more than to just be next to you again.”

“Let me show you the way then.”

A/N: Read what happens next in I'm In A New Hell!

[ikjun]

We've never been this far apart since we were young. My feelings for you make me unable to forget you.

happy dramatines day, @ruanbaijie, from your secret valentine! 🤍

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[phishphish]

Professor membrane on a Sticky note?!?!

[artsy-imogen]

*(a guest arrives at MK's quarters)* 💙🍵

✩ gotta look clean for the Queen ! x3✨ wonder what they are building,, 🤫

✩ (ps. your art is literally so gorgeous I adore your style sm ;v;✨✨)

[itsladyliv]

so @lacebird made this STUNNING version of style and i had to do it KSDNSKJDNASJKASM i'm sorry for the quality, idk what happened there but everything else was done with care and vision and love and lust and-

[kokostardust]

Could you (theoretically) take Magalors hand and just walk away with it? Would it hurt? Is there a gravitational pull? When you let go does it just fling back to him?

[themissingmango]