mikey wild

BROKEN FOOT: @redworld96

She didnt really request it from me, but I remember her asking for someone to draw fanart of the guys comforting Donnie after his awakening.

Sure the brothers would comfort the shit out of their dorky brother, but after a while Donnie will just feel like he’s suffocated. Its just how Donnie is in my eyes. He wouldnt like the attention, but will deal with it anyways, of course with griping buuuut his brothers could give two shells about it. They are just glad for their genius to be okay <3

I tried my best on the background, but all in all Im pretty proud of how this turned out.

I might do some brotherly bonding fanfictions, if anyone wants me to, I dunno yet. I suck at fluffy, cutesy moments. x..x 

Anyways I hope you guys like this. Please reblog if you do, itd mean a lot to me! 

Honestly need new music friends to talk to so follow, reblog or message me if u like any of these bands also u can ask for other social medias
The Maine
Catfish and the bottlemen
Peace
The 1975
Awolnation
Swim deep
Palma violets
Twenty one pilots
Halsey
Walk the moon
Circa waves
The griswolds
Vinyl theater
New politics
The neighbourhood
The wombats
Arctic monkeys
Tokyo police club
Or anything similar to this I’ll tag other groups

Family Matters.

Family visits were always well…interesting. That was putting it lightly.

Between little Mikey running around wild throughout my parents’ home, unable to be stopped by his grandmother or his grandfather who gladly watched as their little pride and joy tore about their most precious gifts like that small, expensive fine art sculpture that had been sitting on their wooden coffee table for years…

Between the loud bustles of my sisters, Melanie and Yvonne, in the kitchen singing as they clanged around pots aimlessly much to my mother’s dismay who yelled out disapproval in her soft German gibberish to prevent us from really understanding the harsh words she was actually saying…

Between my brother Marco insisting on following me around like some lost puppy droning on and on about the latest love interest in his life…

It was always hectic but there was never a time when I wasn’t glad to be here. I felt the same currently as I sat at the kitchen bar counter with my son Mikey fighting my tight grip to keep him in my lap, my husband Mats sitting to my right and my brother Marco leaning on the counter as he stood on the opposite side of the bar table. The conversation had quickly turned to the past, as it often did with this bunch.

“Oh, just imagine the looks I got when I had to explain to everyone my sister is dating a Hummels. The thought alone still makes me cringe.” Marco pretended to fake a dramatic shudder. He was always terrible at acting.

“The jealousy is so apparent right now,” Mats said through a smirk of his own as he chewed down his sample of pasta though I guess ‘sample’ wasn’t exactly the correct word to use. It was practically his third bowl and if he continued to eat anymore, I would be returning back to Manchester with a husband who was 10 pounds heavier.

He literally forced my mother to make her special chicken pesto pasta every single one of his visits and she obliged every single time, no matter my persistence we try to go for a different menu item. It was clear it wasn’t her daughter who was her favorite but instead, her son-in-law.

Marco reached out his arms with a look of excitement towards Mikey who quickly squealed to escape from my arms and into his uncle’s who was arguably his favorite person. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Mats. It was Marco. I decided to oblige and handed him over to the delight of the M & M pair who were quickly playing with each other, Mikey tapping his uncle’s nose playfully and giggling when his counterpart mocked screams of pain.

“Did I tell you you look god awful in red?” Marco stated as he looked to me briefly.

I glanced down at the United t-shirt I had thrown on before our flight, too lazy to actually craft together some eloquent choice of dress. “And have I told you that joining Real Madrid was a god awful decision?”

He could only smile in response. “You may have mentioned it a couple of times.”

“Hey hey, my wife looks good in anything,” Mats quickly piped in once he wasn’t so distracted by stuffing his face. I quickly turned my neck in his direction and my mouth spread into a wide grin. “Thank you, babe.”

“No problem.” He leaned in with a knowing smirk and placed a soft kiss to my lips and I could hear my brother’s groans of disapproval in the background as he was forced to watch.

“Oh, Mom. They’re doing it again!” I broke away from the kiss to see his look of disgust as he yelled his words before he trotted off with our son in his arms. Mats and I couldn’t help but giggle. Good ol’ Marco. He would never change.

I hopped up from my seat and headed upstairs to my old bedroom, on a quest to search for something but it seemed my steps were followed because as soon as I entered the room I noticed Mats behind me who shut the door once he was inside as well.

“Ah, remember my first time up here?” He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin upon my shoulder. I closed my eyes, able to practically envision the smell of his cologne first filling my room. How I had managed to sneak him up here without my parents noticing I still wasn’t sure. Part of me wanted to believe Marco had distracted them but then I thought he surely wouldn’t have been an advocate for Mats possibly making moves upstairs on his sister.

“How could I forget? You were as nervous as ever thinking my parents would hate you like Marco.”

“Marco hated me for at least 3 months. I still have that mark on my shin from when he kicked me. Accidentally of course,” Mats spewed sarcastically then followed by a chuckle. We both knew that challenge was far from an accident. Marco wanted nothing to do with his teammate when he found out he was putting moves on his sister and he made that quite evident throughout the first few months of our dating. There just reached a certain point where he couldn’t deny my happiness and seemed to replace his anger with at least a sort of acceptance. Of course now he couldn’t hate our relationship as much as he wanted when he had Mikey to entertain him. The little guy was practically his own as he tried to whisk him away to Madrid as often as he could.

There were many babysitting trips I got random calls in the middle of the night from a panicked Marco who couldn’t handle my son’s cries and fretted over what exactly to do to quiet him. It never took long for him to figure out a solution to his problem on his own.

“He did. You remember my parents thought you were here for my sister? Hilarious.” My dad had practically pushed my love interest into my sister’s arms, calling her to trot downstairs when Mats showed up on our doorstep with flowers. You could imagine his look of shock when it was me instead, his youngest daughter, who came running down. Our few years of age difference had never mattered to us but I could tell it was something initially in the back of my parents’ minds.

What was heavily embarrassing was the fact we didn’t end up even going on a date out that night. We instead ended up smushed on the couch between a disapproving Marco and my smiling mother as we watched old dramas and my siblings and father sat around us. Mats couldn’t help but love my family since then and they quickly welcomed as a member.

Before Mats could say much else, we both turned in response to the door creaking open, spotting Marco with Mikey still in his arms. “We’re going out for a second,” he said in reference to the true pair.

Mats simply gave him a nod of approval before I turned completely and playfully pushed Mats’ chest. “He’s not using my child as chickbait,” I said between laughter. I knew Marco would often find his way to malls or the parks to stoop women into seeing him as this adorable, loving figure with a young child in his arms. Mats always encouraged it.

“Come on, look at the poor guy. He needs this. He’s been lonely his whole life.” He pointed off to a half laughing Marco who was trying to sustain a straight expression instead to express his disagreement. “Thanks, Mats.”

“No problem.”

They were now practically brothers, here to plot against my sanity.

Feedback? Also, I so do not advocate for either party leaving BVB for clarification :)

Mikey Headcanon: Blanket Fort

Mikey is the spirit of Peter Pan in all the best ways. He’s never going to get too old to play.

One of his favorites growing up was to build a blanket fort with his brothers. It could be their castle, their pirate ship, their tent on an arctic expedition, their hut on a desert island… Mikey’s wild imagination fueled by whatever book Don was reading to him/with him at the time brought them on grand adventures.

It doesn’t change much with Angelcakes. He’ll build an elaborate fort with Christmas lights strung inside with lots of pillows and cushions. He’ll have snacks and an appropriate movie, and once he lures her into the fort with him playtime will commence.

It could end with sleepy cuddling or more adult activities, with Mikey you can never tell. Either way he’ll make sure that it’s equally wonderful.

MUTANT GANGLAND: DONATELLO AND MICHELANGELO

If you guys notice the B team as much as I do then you must of seen this scene where Mikey thought Donnie was gonna smack him for making him explain, but to his and probably the fans surprise he didnt, instead he just patted or rubbed Mikey’s head.

The brotherly affection between these two I need so much in my life bro.


I tried my best at the animation, so forgive if its at amature level! Im still learning ^^

please reblog the cute! i spent most of the day on this, and im quite proud of it! Cause i colored! thats right I actually colored something ;)