Mav, Jake, & Blankie
Mav gifts Jake a soft blanket with letters or the alphabet printed all over it.
Jake: What's this, pops? Isn't this a kid's blanket?
Mav: Took me a while, but I found one that'll actually cover you head to toe.
Jake (grinning): Not used to shopping for blankets my size, Mav?
Mav (rolling his eyes): Ha-Ha very funny, kid.
Jake: Yes I'm hilarious, but seriously, what's up with the alphabet print, pops? I ain't an actual kid, I'm a big boy who knows his A, B, Cs
Mav: Not according to how you got your callsign
Jake (smiling sharply): Haven't you heard from Bradshaw, pops? I got my callsign from leaving people hanging, he's the one that coined it after all
Mav: I heard from Bradley that you already had a callsign when he met you, that you got it for a bunch of spelling mistakes you made in one of your reports.
Jake: ....
Mav: He also told me he got mad at you after a training hop, and he shouted that Hangman was the name of someone who would always leave a man behind. People latched on to that story. Didn't think you would have latched on as well, son
Jake (smiling bitterly): It's the story most people know and believe. You gotta own it, or the Navy'll eat ya alive.
Mav: We know that you aren't that. Your team knows that. I'm proud of you, son. For getting where you are now. This blanket is a reminder that you have to be proud of yourself too. Hangman isn't the name of some random asshole, Hangman is the name of some--
Jake: Asshole that can't spell?
Mav: I was going to say some human who makes the occassional mistake, but that works too, buddy.
Jake (runs his hands through the blanket, his throat getting tighter): ... Thank you, Mav.
Mav (claps Jake's shoulder): Of course, son. Enjoy your blankie (Mav grins widely)
Jake (chokes out a laugh): Fuck you, pops (buries his face into the blanket)
Mav pulls the kid into a hug, feeling the kid relax in his arms, taking deep breaths. He was always there to remind his kids that he sees them as who they are, not as who they think they have to be.
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Donnie: shouldn't we, y'know, slowly ween him off?
Raph: *flabbergasted*
Leo: uh, no.
Splinter: he must stop immediately
*few weeks later*
Mikey: SIUSUFUDUDJFUDUFUUFUURUIFUDIFIEUFI AAAAAAAAA-
Everyone: *looks at Donnie*
Donnie: gee I wonder who wouldve guess that would happen totally not the SCIENCE GUY
Thank you for this idea!!!! I was so fkn happy to draw this! ( I also posted a new page if anyone missed it cause I posted too fkn early)
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i wanna key his car i wanna make him lunch i wanna break his heart wanna kiss his face with an uppercut
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