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This is a 2003 fic!
Lee: Mikey, Raph
Ler: Raph, Mikey
TW!: SWEARING!
"Raaaph, come read this with me!"
Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."
Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"
The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"
The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.
"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.
"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.
Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."
When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.
"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"
Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.
It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.
He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..
Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."
For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"
The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."
Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"
"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."
"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"
"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."
"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"
"Don't be so dramatic..."
This is a Rise fic! Maaaybe was self-induglent.. just a little. (It's just Leo being bullied, really)
@smiley-star Lee Leo :)
Lee: Leo
Ler: Mikey
TW!: SWEARING!
Leo bounced his leg on his bed, tapping his fingers on his arm. He had felt jittery today, like he had drank three cups of coffee, even though he had been forced to cut down after staying up for almost a full week straight sometime last month.
To be fair, Donnie did that all the time, but Raph just wouldn't let another brother with that degree of a bad sleep-schedule slide.
The blue-themed turtle sighed, instead tracing over the lines of his palm. The slightly tingly sensation calmed him down a bit, until that same feeling returned in his stomach. After a second, the slider realized what it was. A lee-mood.
The turtle groaned quietly, choosing to ignore it for the time being. Everyone was tired, having had a crazy run-in with some mutants last night, and no one would want to deal with whatever he wanted. It wasn't a priority.. it could wait..
"LEO!"
He flinched, body pausing before turning around on his bed to face the doorway. It was Mikey's voice, which was weird, considering the youngest would usually greet everyone at their own doors. "Yeah? What is it?" He listened for a response, but none came. "WHAT?!"
"COME HERE!"
Leo sighed, tightening the drawstring on his hoodie to hide his face, which was probably flushed from his newfound.. mood. He left his room, feet shuffling on the ground as he made his way to the source of the voice. Walking across the lair, he immediately paused at the entrance of his brother's room.
Mikey was sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest. Next to him was a paint splatter, covering the majority of what looked like the youngest's most recent artwork. "Aw, Mike.. your painting.. are you okay?"
The box turtle shook his head, pressing his arms harder around himself. "No! All day, no one has wanted to hang out, and was asleep for the entire morning! I had to eat breakfast by myself, so I went to paint to feel better, but then I spilled a bunch of stupid red everywhere!"
Frustrated tears were building up in the smaller's eyes. Leo quickly went to sit down next to him, holding his arms out to comfort him. Mikey sniffled, flopping into the elder's hold. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to leave you alone like that-"
"No.." the younger interrupted, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "It's not any of your fault.. I'm just.. overwhelmed." Leo nodded, squeezing him into a hug. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Mikey nodded. "I just have a lot of energy built up.. could I.. uhm-" he paused, the elder nudging him to continue. "try tickling you..?"
The question was so quiet, Leo was almost convinced he had made it up, but the words rang clear in his mind. "Oh! Uh- sure, Mikey." A smile crept onto his face. It was weird how his lee-moods always seemed to sync up with his brothers, but that wasn't his concern right now.
Mikey smiled back, although it was a little shyer than the slider's. He hugged his brother tight, mumbling a "thanks" before reaches for his hips, latching onto them gently. "Just tell me if it's too much."
Leo squawked, arms jolting down, though he didn't push his little brother away. "DEHEheal!" The box turtle pinched at the joint for a few seconds, then carefully pushed on the taller's plastron to lay him down, sitting on his thighs. Mikey giggled, then rolled up the blue cloth of his hoodie. Leo only had a split second to realize what was going on, watching his brother's head lower, before being plunged into a fit of loud laughter. "HAHAHAH! AAHAH! MIKEHEY!"
"Whahat? I thought you agreed?" Mikey smiled, blowing another raspberry against his belly. "I can stop if you want." The slider bucked, whining at the offer. "NAHAH! Heheh, nohoHOHO! IHI-AHAH! IHIhit's SNRT- OHOHOKAHAay!"
The younger smiled. "Alright then, hang in there, Lee~" He took a deep breath, eyes gleaming mischievously at the anticipation on the elder's face.
Leo's eyes had squeezed shut, blushing at the nickname, only for them to shoot open wider than before at the horrible tickly feeling on the side of his ribs. "HAAAH AHAH! MIHIKEHEHEEEY, NOHOT THEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAH!" His arms shot out to push at the younger's head, but the other just pushed his hoodie higher up, taking his arms with it.
When Leo opened his eyes, he learned that the clothing article had been pushed over his face as well, and he was trapped in a sea of blue as Mikey blew raspberry after raspberry on his plastron. He kicked and squirmed, trying to sit up to stop the tickling, soon lost in his own laughter as his thighs were lightly scribbled on.
"FUHUHU-AHAH! SNRT- IHI CAHAHAN'T SEHEHEE! IHI-AAHAHAHAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAHAH, PLEHAHAHA!"
The orange-themed turtle cooed, scooting down on his knees which effectively stopped the moving from those limbs. Instead, the slider's hips bucked, and he once again tried to pull his arms out of his sleeves, too overcome with ticklishness to escape.
"Y'know, I think I want to try something.. Of course, if you're willing." There were a couple seconds before the elder had processed the question, the turtle trying to suck in as much air as he could when the fingers at his legs stopped moving. "WHAHaha- SNRT- WhahaHAHat is ihit?.."
Mikey's grin was that of pure evil.
"Oh, I was just wondering how much a raspberry on your thigh would tickle.."
"Euhuhughhh bohohoy.."
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Errm I may end up doing a part two to this? Possibly later in the month, or maybe a fic later on. We'll see I guess. Have a great day!
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You're writing is so good!! Take any and all the time you need ๐๐๐๐ซถ๐ซถ๐ซถโญโญโญโจโจโจ๐
Hey! Of course you can, and thank you! Sorry about how late my response ended up being, but I've been looking forward to this prompt the entire month. Hope you enjoy!
This was inspired by one of @turtletimewriting's headcannons! Also, this is a Rise fic!
Lee: Donnie
Ler: Leo
TW!: SWEARING!
The disaster twins were seated in the kitchen, Leo watching over Donnie's shoulder as Bluey played on his phone. It was an episode about a little delivery game, Bingo and Bluey making mud pizzas. At one point, Muffin had strictly demanded that no mud enter her car, and then proceeded to accelerate at rapid speeds once her cousins were inside, catching Donnie off-guard.
"Pfffahahah!"
Leo had smirked at the scene, but his smile increased ten-fold at the sound his brother let out. "Dohonald, was it reheally that funny?"
The softshell was still cackling, head thrown back in mirth, a surprising noise for the other to hear. "Ihihi'm sorry.. I dihidn't expect thahat!" Leo looked genuinely amused.
"Mahan, you have the best laugh."
Donnie had recollected himself enough to process the comment, giving a slightly confused look at his brother through a residual smile. "What?.."
The slider shrugged, smiling back as he went on. "I dunno, it's just really fun. I don't get to hear it enough." The purple-themed turtle seemed to get a little flustered at that, eyes looking back at the screen. "Ihi- I have no idea what you're talking about.."
"Sure you do! I love your laugh!" The softshell's head shook, and he paused the show, turning to look at his sibling. His face had returned to its neutral state, continuing to try and prove the other wrong. "I don't see what's so great about it. It's just a laugh, Nardo."
The sword-user huffed. "Are you serious? Laughing is what you do when you're happy, and it's the best when you're happy!" He moved his arms in front of him, gesturing with jazz-hands when he said 'happy'.
Donnie's eyes averted at the sight of wiggling fingers, attempting to distract his brother from the topic by unpausing the show, but Leo didn't stop his rant. "..And you're my brother. My twin. All I want to do is see you smile and laugh and- hey, why's your face all red?"
Donnie forced his mouth to stay in a blank position, but he was going into fight-or-flight mode without the other even knowing. At least, he thought he hadn't. In reality, Leo had immediately picked up on the difference of body language, and watched as the other kept looking away every time his hand moved. But all he was doing was moving his fingers around? Or- Oh. So that's what it was.
"Hey, Donnie?" The tech-lover glanced up. "What is it.." Leo readjusted in his chair, letting his leg that was previously resting up at his chest fall to the floor. "I think I just thought of a way to show you how great your laugh is.."
Donnie froze. He wouldn't.. He wouldn't dare.
"No- No no, that won't be necessary!- HAHAH! Leeheee!" The slider had reached over, tweaking the other's side. Donnie had instantly shot his hands down, gripping onto his twin's wrists. "Are you sure? Because you don't seem to see how amazing it is. Just sayin'."
The scientist collapsed in his seat as his sides were clamped down on, quiet laughter forcing its way from his mouth. "Stahahap ihit! Heheh- hohohoOLYHY SHIHIAHAHAT!" Leo had scooted closer, reaching forward ever so slightly and forcing his fingers over his brother's softshell. Donnie reflexively flailed, almost bucking himself onto the ground as he exploded into loud cackles.
"Aw, there it is~ There's that laugh I love so much!" The blue-themed turtle glided his fingers along the sensitive skin, grazing slightly higher. There was a loud shriek, Donnie throwing his head back as his arms clamped down, entire body arched at the crazy feeling. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLAHA- LEHEEAAHAHAHAH!"
"So! Are you ready to admit the inevitable? Or do you just want to stay here and get tickle-tickle-tickled~" Donnie let out an inhumane screech when the tracing turned into scribbling, eyes tearing up from the force of his mirth. Even so, he was not about to let his least favorite brother win.
"NEEHEHEVEHER! AAH! HAHAH!"
Leo shrugged, watching as his brother lurched forward when the lip of his shell was touched, hunching over the table. Really, this was just too easy! "Oh? Do I get to here moore of your incredible laugh?" He stood up, as Donnie was frantically kicking at his chair's legs, and raked his fingertips down the length of his back.
"NOHOHO, STOHOHOAAAHAHAHAH! WHAHAT THE FAHAAHACK! HAHAH!"
Don threw his head back, laughter going silent before he gasped for air. Leo sighed, but moved to more carefully tickle at his shoulders. The whole point was to be able to hear his laugh, after all.. "Geez, you're laughing a lot. This must really tickle, huh?"
Donnie was thrown back into full-force laughter, curling in on himself, which only left more of his poor shell open for attack. "..hic- LeeHEHEOHO! OKAHAHAHAY, OKAHAHAY! IHIHI- HAHAHAH! IHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUP!"
"Say that your laugh is adorable~"
"IHI AM SOHOHOHO GONNA KIHILL YOHOU! FUHUCK! hic- MYHY LAHAHAUGH IHIS ADOHOHORABLEHE! NOHOW STOHOHOP!
Leo smiled, tickling a little harder, watching as his sibling's eyes went wide, before stopping. He sat back in his chair, giving the scientist some space. "Ihihi.. I hohope you knohow I hahahate youhu.. Soho much." The taller snickered (yes he is taller ๐), grabbing the other's phone that had long since turned off, and unlocked it, resuming the episode of Bluey.
"I mean it though, your laugh is great."
"Pfft- yohou went from 'incredible' and 'amazing', to just great? Ihi am offended."
The slider shook his head fondly. "Yohou know what I mean.."
This is a 2012 fic! No spoilers ๐
Lee: Donnie
Ler: Leo
TW!: None!
"Really. This movie.. again?"
"What do you mean, again? Leo, I'll have you know that we have only watched it twice, and both times changed my life forever. It's way more touching than a movie about some ducks."
"Oh, don't even. DuckTales has an incredible plot!"
Donnie gave his brother a side-eye, stretching his legs out a bit more. They were draped across the other, the lanky turtle taking up the majority of the space on the couch. The two had decided to watch a movie while the rest of their family was asleep, both having trouble actually sleeping the past few days.
Leo sighed, removing his hand from where it lay on the younger's leg as he readjusted. "I guess we can watch Stand By Me.. if you agree not to start sobbing like last time.." Donnie scoffed, but there was a sassy smile on his face. "You can't control my emotions."
"Whatever, at least just try."
The scientist didn't answer, but picked up the remote and clicked on the movie. Opening credits played, and Leo's hand subconsciously went back to his brother's calf, absentmindedly beginning to trace. At first, everything seemed to be relaxed, Donnie even closing his eyes as he let out a small hum. Reaching the hack of his leg, the eldest didn't pay any mind to the twitch underneath his fingers at first, but he eventually looked to the other's face, only to see a prominent smile pressed on it.
"Don, you alright? I'm pretty sure this movie wasn't meant to be funny.."
The taller only shook his head, forcing the curve of his lips down. Everything was fine again, until that finger traced a little too close to his ankle, and his foot jolted away. Darn it.
Leo paused, visible confusion on his face. He slowly went back to tracing, creeping gently towards the spot that had caused the reaction, staring intently at his brother's face. When he reached that same spot again, Donnie's mouth twisted, and he pressed his eyes shut.
Oh..
Leo smirked a little at the realization, and went back to running his finger along his sibling's leg. Donnie let out a quiet sigh. "Something up?" The purple-themed turtle shook his head, cursing the falter in his voice. "Nah, I'm fi-ne.." Leo hummed, and pretended to watch the movie as the opening scene ended, actually waiting for his brother to drop his guard enough to surprise him.
It took almost ten minutes, but eventually the gap-toothed teen had seemed to be relaxed, face resting in the crook of his arm as he stared at the tv. After another glance, Leo decided it was his time to strike. He did feel a little bad disturbing him, but hey. He was the one who picked the movie, so he'd just have to deal with a little annoyance.
His finger had been slowed to a little crawl, and he kept far away from the lower end of his leg. Donnie didn't seem to suspect anything, and was pretty locked-in on the screen. The elder kept tracing with that same hand, using the other to ever so slowly stretch over to the younger's foot. After a couple seconds, he stopped tracing, watching as his brother's gaze suddenly changed, as if he sensed something was off.
The purple mutant went to glance at his brother, going rigid when he saw him smiling sweetly back at him, fingers hovering over his feet. "W-What? Wahait, Leo, yohou don't need to-" anticipatory giggled slid from his mouth, pulling his legs away, only for them to be tugged back into place and held down. "You're right. I don't need to do this. But where's the fun in that?"
Donnie screeched when he started scratching at the bottoms of his feet, arching away and kicking. "PFTAhaha! SNRT- Ohoh come oHON! SNRT-"
Leo's smirk widened, scratching fingers moving to his brother's heel. "Snorting already? I didn't even know you were ticklish here.." One of the younger's legs launched out of the other's grasp, just barely missing his face. When he realized he wouldn't be able to pin his legs down again, Leo jolted up, sat on his hips, and instead went to tickle his belly.
Donnie screamed, arms slapping aggressively against the elder's plastron at the change of pace. "HAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAH- SNRT- LEO, QUIHIT IHIT!" The blue-themed turtle smiled, tazing Donnie's sides, watching as he happily shrieked.
"Someone looks like their having a good time. It that true, Don? You like this?"
The taller mutant squeezed his eyes shut, cackling so much he couldn't think straight. His head began to retreat into his shell, arms and legs thrashing about, but he was no match for the leader of the team. "HAHAHAH! NOHO, IHIHI- SNRT- EHEEHEEH! STAHAP!"
Seeing his little brother start to get overwhelmed, Leo slowed his fingers, going to pat his shoulder as he calmed down. When the sensation stopped, and Don could breathe again, he pulled his head back out from where it was hiding, laying it back as he sighed. "Ihihi.. Jeeheez, what did Ihi even doho?"
The elder shook his head, getting off of his sibling and plopping back down in his spot. "Nothing. Just felt like doing something." He looked at the screen, which was.. not at the place he last remembered. Right.. they were watching a movie. "Did you want to.. keep watching from here?"
Donnie looked up at the tv, giggling a little at how much they had missed. "Pfft- Nahah, let's just restart it." The scientist looked around, feeling at the cushions. "Whehere's.. the remote?"
Leo glanced around, then at the ground. "You must have shoved it somewhere when you were seizing. Ihi'll help you look.."
The rest of the night was more lighthearted, the two passing jokes and talking. That is.. until Donnie started crying.
"Don, you promised!"
"I- sniff- did no such thing!"
This is a 2003 fic!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Raphel
TW!: SWEARING!
This has spoilers for early season 4 of the show! It has a major plot point referenced, so beware if you haven't watched that far yet!
"Mikey, if I hear ya say that one more time."
The youngest giggled, racing ahead of his brother, and leaping skillfully to the next rooftop. "Say what? I'm just stating the facts. We totally shredded Shredder!"
Raphael groaned, accelerating enough to make the jump across buildings, and charged at the orange-themed turtle. He flung himself at Mikey, latching onto the back of his shell and taking the both of them to the ground. "I warned ya-.."
Mikey screamed as he was thrown to the ground, covering his head and torso with his arms just in time to avoid being smacked face-first into the concrete. "Raph! What the shell, man!"
The elder grunted an "oops", glad that Leo and Don weren't out on patrol with them, or he'd never hear the end of it about 'safety'. He sat on his brother's legs, tugging his arms out from underneath him to pin down with his knees. "Don't act like you're Mr. Innocent ov'a here. You've had this coming ever since we beat the Shredder f'er good."
Mikey was plunged into a fit of laughter, letting out a shriek as his ribs were drilled into. Oh how he wished his shell covered the sides of him too...
"AAAHAHAAH! Buhut- Hehe lost sO BAHAAD!"
Raph huffed, digging his fingers almost roughly into the grooves of the younger's ribcage. "I know. I was there, Mike. I think ya need a lesson about losin' y'erself.."
The nunchuck-user pulled desperately on his hands, but the weight of his brother kept them pinned. He kicked his legs out, feet slapping on the roof below the two, cheek smushed against the concrete. The elder reached lower and squeezed his brother's side, smirking at the shrill laughter it elicited. "What? 'S not like I'm hurtin' ya. What're ya getting so worked up about?"
Mikey shut his eyes, shoulders bouncing from the force of his laughter. He gasped for breath, writhing underneath his big brother. "NAHAHAH- STOHOP IHIIT! hic! RAHAHAPH! STOHOP! SNRT-"
Amusement lit up the sai-user's eyes at the noise, and he pressed a little harder into the soft flesh of the younger's side. "What was that, huh? Ya tryin' ta tell me somethin'?"
Mikey's laughter went silent for a second, before coming back full force. He bucked and squirmed, trying to push his brother off of him, to no avail. "FAHAHAACK! NOHOT THEHEHEERE!" He shrieked as hands tickled at his hips, and tried to kick at the other.
"I don't give a flyin' fuck, alright? I told ya how many times to shut up, only for ya to keep yappin' about the Shredder losin'. 'Til ya decide to stop talkin', I ain't stoppin'." Mikey let out a high whine, jolting around and cackling. "IHI CAHAAN'T! SNRT- RAHAPH, IT HA- hic! TIHIHICKLES! PFAHAH!"
"Are ya gonna stop?"
"YEHEHE- OHOKAHAHAY! SNRT- OKAYOKAY IHI'LL STOHOP! IHI SWEHEHEAR!"
"Say it."
Mikey cackled, pressing himself into the hard ground as much as he could to evade the tickling. He snorted loudly, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. Raph was definitely the roughest tickler in the family, there was no doubt about that.
"HAAH! IHI- IHI'LL STOHOHOP! I'LL STOHOHOOP! SNRT- PLEHEASE, RAHAHAPH- HEHEHELP!"
Damp eyes squinted open when the tickling didn't stop, meeting what was probably the most complacent face he'd ever seen. "Nah, this is too much fun. Sorry, little brother."
"RAHAAPH! IHI HAHAHATE YOHOUAHAH! HAHAH!"
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They're such brothers- I love '03 so much! โฅ๏ธ ๐งก
Hi, I'm new I wanted to know if you could do a Lee raph with Ler Splinter from 2012. please, I hope your doing okay ๐ขโฅ๏ธ
Sure! Thank you for the request, and welcome to the community! I will have the fic done on the 19th. Have a great day! ๐๐โค๏ธ๐งก
This is a Rottmnt fic! Also, it was requested by ๐ฎ ๐ anon!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Raph, Donnie, Leo
TW!: None!
"Michael! Are you kidding me- That's not fair!"
Donnie sighed, hands letting go of the controllers to the game in his lab, rolling his eyes as his brother cheered. "C'mon, Dee! One more game! I think you might win this time~"
The scientist shot a glare at his cheeky sibling, throwing his head back in frustration against the headrest of the chair. "I.. am not playing this ever again." he groaned, teeth gritted together.
Mikey giggled, watching the other frustratedly get out of his chair, and stomp out of the room.
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"Pizza Supreme in the sky, could he get any more smug?" Raph glanced up from his spot on the floor, face pinched with concern. "Who?"
Donnie smiled, forcing the corners of his mouth up in a maniacal way. "Who? Dear brother, who do you think has been cheating in a game for the past half an hour?!"
"Oh.. Mikey, right?"
His question was answered by an exasperated nod, and the snapping-turtle sighed. "Yeah, he beat me an' Leo at that Lou Jitsu game earlier. Lee got upset and went to go sulk in the kitchen."
The younger crossed his arms, face twisting into a more annoyed expression. "What could we do to take him down a peg?" Raph only shrugged, and Donnie huffed. "Let's go talk to Leo.."
Soon enough, the three were discussing what to do about their menace of a baby brother. After shooting down the idea of many things that would result in insult or injury, the three decided on one thing.
"It's the perfect solution! We get to express our frustrations, bring Mikey's ego down a bit, and we don't even have to start a nuclear war!"
Leo gave the softshell a funny look. "I don't see how tickling compares to a nuclear war.. but whatever seasons your fries."
It was the eldest's turn to stare at his brothers in disbelief/amusement at their choice of language, but nodded along when the pair went over the plan one more time.
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Mikey hummed to himself, happily dicing some vegetables for lunch. He was in such a good mood! Everything seemed to be going his way today. His smile didn't falter when his siblings scurried into the room, assuming they were hungry and waiting for food to be done.
After a couple seconds, Leo came up to him, and pointed towards the lettuce that was laying in front of him. "Hey, Mike? How do you cut lettuce so small?" The slider picked up the leafy plant, turning it over in his hand. "It doesn't look like you can cut it into cubes like the rest of the vegetables." Mikey looked up. "It's not too hard. Want me to show you?"
When the elder nodded, the orange-themed teen took the lettuce back and set it down, holding his knife above the plant to demonstrate. Leo watched intently, and after his brother was done showing him, went to grab the knife. "Can I try?"
He nodded, pointing at the different spots that needed to be cut. Mikey didn't even notice when his other two brothers crept up behind him, only seeing a blur out of the corner of his eye before his arms were being held above his head. "What the- Raph? Don?"
Leo tsked, setting the knife down carefully before shaking his head disapprovingly. "Mikey, my dearest baby brother.." The youngest looked behind him fearfully, anticipation growing in his stomach seeing grins his sibling's had. "You've had it too good for too long. Insulting my video game abilities.."
Donnie interjected. "Cheating in the racing game.."
"And telling me I couldn't 'hot soup' my way into victory against all of the Foot Clan.." Raph added, letting go of the arm he was holding as Donnie's battle-shell took care of that.
Mikey gulped, smiling nervously as giggles penetrated his poor attempt of trying to negotiate. "Wahait! No- you dohon't have toho do this! Ihi didn't mean thohose things! Plehehease-"
But it was too late. Fingers dug into his ribs, sending a jolt of ticklishness up the turtle's body. "EEHEHEEHEEE! NahaAHAT THEhere!" Donnie dug his fingers a little harder into the side of his shell, brows furrowed in annoyance. Raph and Leo soon joined in, the sai-user scribbling over his belly, while the slider went to squeeze at his hips.
The youngest shrieked, body convulsing at the feeling as he squirmed away from the offending hands. "AHAHAHAH! HEHEHELP! PLEHEASE, IHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIHIT!" The hands on his belly hit a sensitive spot, making the poor teen twist away desperately, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms down. "Then maybe you should have thought before you spoke. Really, for someone with such high emotional intelligence, I expected better from you."
Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks beginning to feel sore from the smile forced on his mouth. "SAHAHARRY! hic! IHI'M SAHARRY JUHUST hic! STAHAHAP!" The three just kept on tickling, fingers continuing to attack every spot on their baby brother as he guffawed.
Apparently, the older siblings had not come into the kitchen because they were hungry, and most definitely would be there for a while if they were, as the youngest flailed and kicked and squirmed.
Rottmnt Lee raph spot feet, like maybe his legs are still sore so the next day his brothers get him
This is a Rise fic! Also, a part two of one of my previous writings (which I just edited a lot, because eugh boy..). You don't reaaally need the context to read this one, but it's an option to go see it here. ๐https://www.tumblr.com/savemeafruitjuice/740271394826371072/lee-raph-ahh?source=share
Lee: Raph
Ler: Leo, Mikey, Donnie
TW!: None!
Leo sluggishly entered the kitchen, plopping down in a seat across from Donnie, who was scrolling on his phone. The slider peered around Mikey, who was frying something, then went to put coffee next to Donnie. The softshell glanced up, took his mug, and then gave a sharp glance at his twin. Donnie never was a morning person..
"What, did you not get enough sleep last night?" Leo asked, getting up to pour himself water. "Unamused. Scoff. I am fine." The blue-themed turtle shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. At least that means three out of four of us are good.."
Mikey turned around at that, a concerned look on his face. "Three? Are Raph's legs still hurting from yesterday?" Leo nodded. "I went to go check on him just now. He said he'll be out in a couple minutes, but he doesn't feel better yet. Poor guy."
The box turtle nodded. "He seemed pretty upset that he couldn't finish patrol.."
Donnie suddenly chimed in, not bothering to turn around. "What about your 'tactic' to make him feel better? I thought you said that worked." Leo shrugged, going to sit back down. "It did, for a little bit." The youngest looked at the pair with confusion. "What tactic?"
"Oh, tickling. Always seemed to make us feel better, so I figured I'd give it a shot. His pain didn't go away, but our big bro definitely seemed happier afterwards."
Mikey smiled at that, grabbing some plates, and started piling food on them. "Good idea. But~.." He turned after a couple seconds, carrying food over, and setting them in front of the twins. "You only got that far as one person. How much better do you think it would work with.. three of us?"
The slider grinned. "I like where your head's at.." He thought for a moment as he started to eat, and leaned over the table.
"How about this.."
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Raphael found himself sitting next to Mikey on a beanbag, who had been trying to comfort him, the younger snuggled against him as they watched tv. Donnie, who hadn't really said much to anyone today, was sitting a good distance from him on the other side of the room, tapping away at his wrist.
Just then, the blue-themed turtle walked in, holding a small cup of paintbrushes. "Hey, Mikey?" Said mutant looked up, letting out a hum in response. "You said earlier that I could borrow some brushes for a project I wanted to do. Are these them?"
The two exchanged a glance, and even Donnie looked up, then put his phone down. "I think so. Bring them over here so I can see."
The elder complied, approaching the pair on the beanbag and holding the cup out to the smaller. Mikey took a brush out, touching the bristles before looking back up with a suspiciously energetic smile. "Yep! These are them!"
The orange-banded turtle brought the brush up to his eldest brother's plastron, and started running it along his plastron. "Feel how soft it is Raphie!" Raph instinctively flinched at the feeling, a small smile creeping up his face. "Ihi- I feel it, Mikehey."
Donatello crept over, settling hand on the back of his brother's neck. "Yes, but do you feel it in your heart?" The snapping-turtle squawked, throwing his head back in surprise. "HeeEY!- Whahat- What're youhu guys doihin'?"
Leo squatted on the ground, climbing onto the eldest's calf, and wrapped his arms around his leg, effectively holding the limb down. Raph realized the danger he was in, hands going to grap at his siblings, but was interrupted in his struggles by a burst of his own giggles as his knee was prodded at. "Wahahait! Guhuys, you dohon't have to doho this! Rahaph's okay- HEH!"
Mikey continued running the brush along his belly, swiping it over his side a few times too, while Donnie and Leo both started tickling harder, the softshell at his neck, and the slider focusing on his right leg. After straining for a moment, trying to kick Leo off, the sai-user winced at a new flare of pain in his leg, giving up and settling it again.
He swatted at Donnie's hands, unable to reach the digits that scribbled along his neck, being kept in a crazed-state of squirming at the overwhelming tingling across his body. Leo grinned, going to squeeze at the muscle of his thigh. "This tickle? Huh, big guy?"
Raph arched away from his brothers, face scrunching up in laughter. A snort ripped through the room, causing the youngest to giggle. "Ahaww, is it really thahat bad?"
"GUHUHUYS! SNRK- LEHEHEAVE RAPH ALOHONE!" Donnie smiled, raking the nails of one hand down the red turtle's shell, rewarded with a muffled shriek when Raph clamped a hand over his mouth.
Mikey switched spots, leaving his toso alone to go tickle along his other thigh, the paintbrush providing light, unbearable sensations along with Leo's rougher squeezes. With everything going on, it didn't take long for the snapper to close his eyes, throwing his head to the side as he was lost in laughter.
"Don't worry, Raph. We'll have you feeling better in no time!"
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Urgh, sorry if this doesn't run together perfectly. I'm still powering through with writing, and have time over the weekend to try and get ahead a little. Wish me luck. ๐ช
I believe in all of you! ๐
This is really freaking cute!
Mikey's cooking (mis)adventures part 2! :3
How these doodles turned into little series, I have no idea...but I'm not complaining -I'm having so much fun, drawing this!
And here's a small bonus:
Over time, Mikey becomes quite a chef! ;3
part 1
~~!Masterpost!~~
This is a 2012 fic!
Bro it's so cool to get to write for so many new characters! Alr, enjoy!
Lee: Donnie
Ler: Casey
TW!: MILD SWEARING! FEELINGS OF BEING OVERWHELMED! (This turned out to be a little angstier than I initially intended it to be, but it's nothing crazy.)
This is set between season 3 and four. I'll describe a little more under the cut, but beware of mild spoilers!
(Set after the Kraang invasion, but before the crew goes to space. ๐)
"'Sup, guys! Make way for Casey Jones!"
The black-themed teen hopped the turnstile at the entrance of the lair, and nodded a greeting at the sunset duo, who were on the couch. Leo walked in from the kitchen to greet him, and smiled. "Hey, Leo. Where's Donnie? I gotta tell him about my idea for the Shellraiser!"
The blue-banded turtle's smile faltered, and he nodded towards the shut doors of the scientist's lab. "He's.. in there. I don't think he's doing so well, so go easy on him, okay?" Casey nodded, muttering a "gotcha" before making his way to the purple-teen's lab.
Upon opening the door, the raven-haired was met with a clearly upset Donatello, head hidden in his arms on the desk. Casey frowned, taking a more careful approach at confronting him. "Hey, Don. You.. alright? You don't seem too good." Donnie groaned, pressing his face harder into his arms. "No, Casey.. Just leave me alone."
Casey sat on the chair he had been using for the past few days since getting back from the farmhouse, leaning an elbow on the other's desk next to him. "You wanna.. talk about it? We're friends, you know."
The scientist paused, glancing up from his arms, then sighed. "I.. suppose that might actually help.." Casey smiled, scooting his chair to face the other better.
"I guess.. I've just been overwhelmed. I'm always pressured to fix problems, repair broken things, and prepare everyone for everything.. and I have to figure it all out with what I know of science and mechanics. It's gotten to the point where.. I just don't really see it as a passion anymore. More of a.. responsibility."
The smile on the shorter's face was immediately wiped away as he heard the problem, brows furrowing in concern. Crap. He knew about the weight on his friend's shoulders, but for him to start losing his passion for science..
"Don, we didn't know.." He looked down, trying to think of what would comfort the other. "Do you.. need a break from it? I think we could probably manage for a little bit, and you've taught me lots of stuff.." The lanky turtle rubbed at his face, groaning again.
"I don't know.. if I'm not working.. what else do I do? Just sit here, twiddling my thumbs?" he scoffed. "I don't have anything, other than knowledge.."
"Hey- don't talk like that. You're not just a pile of thoughts, you're a super cool dude. None of us think of you as just 'the brainy guy'. You do know that, right?"
The mutant seemed to miss a beat, biting his cheek. "Yeah.." he nodded slowly. "Right, I know that." Casey huffed, rather aggressively wrapping his arm around the other. "Well, just in case you forgot, allow me to give you a few reminders."
Donnie had started to relax into what he thought was a hug, lifting an arm up to hold onto his friend. Not even two seconds later, a choked noise escaped him as that same hand darted for his throat. Instead of being strangled, as his reflexes seemed to have expected, the fingers started wiggling into the side of his neck. The purple-themed turtle let out frantic giggles, chin slamming down on the other's hand, and his shoulders shot up, but it did little to stop the attack.
"Akgh- Cahasey! Whahat the hehehell! Heheh!"
A grin was back on the raven-haired's face, and he kept pressing his fingers along the taller's neck. He brought his other hand up, and rammed his nails into the cartilage of his side, resulting in a shriek from the other. "Heh! Don, you wanna know something?"
The gap-toothed mutant snorted, scrunching up as best he could, arms weakly swatting around. "NAHAH! Ihi- Whahahat?" He managed to speak around his giggles, folding over and slouching dramatically in his chair. Casey laughed, moving to tickle both of his sides at once, short nails running up and down the bridge of his shell. A wide smile cracked the mutant's face, and he tried to wrap his arms around his waist, but the other just reached around him.
Donnie's legs flailed about, and he slapped at the flat surface in front of him. "We all really care about you. If you feel like you need a break, or want to do something different, we'll be there."
Don squealed as his ribs were squeezed, and was soon screeching and begging for his release, as his friend tickled him mercilessly. Even if he could find the proper words to respond, they would be drowned out by his laughter. Casey watched the other's eyes squeeze shut, and shoved a hand up into his underarm.
"GAHAHAH! CahaHAHASE- HIC! NYEHEH! HIHI CAHAHN'T! SNRT- STAHAHAP!"
The black-themed only shook his head, putting on a mock-serious tone. "Not until you tell me how great you are."
"CAHASEY! FUHUCK NOHO! JUHUST STAHAHAP!"
He tickled harder, digging into the indent of his side.
"KGHEHEHEH! NOHO-"
"Admit it."
It took another couple seconds of tickling, and a poke to the hip, but Donnie finally broke.
"AH! OhohkahaHAY! OKAYOKAYOKAY! IHI'M SNRT- GREHEAT! I'M GREHEAT NOW STAHAP!"
Casey smiled, lowering his hands. He patted the turtle's carapace as he giggled, slowly catching his breath. When he did, he leaned backwards, holding onto the ledge of the table to keep from falling, and closed his eyes.
"Johones.. I hate you."
The shorter only chuckled, giving the other a poke in the corner of his armpit. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." There was a moment of comfortable silence, followed by a more careful, "..so, do you think you need to take a break?"
Donnie sighed. "Actually.. I think I was overthinking things a little. I'll be okay.. if I could get a little help here and there."
The hockey-playing teen grinned.
"Casey Jones is your man!"
Yup! I don't know what they mean by that, but whatever you interpret it as, feel free to do so in my inbox Halloween night!!! ๐ ๐ป๐๐ป
lee bebop ler rocksteady 2012 if ur comfortable :)?
This is a 2012 fic! Also, there are spoilers for season 3, so be aware in case you haven't gotten that far!
Lee: Bebop
Ler: Rocksteady
TW!: None!
Trying my best with the dialogue here, because man they talk in a unique way.
Shredder's lair wasn't a fun place to be in. Any, and all of his henchmen were forced to work for him with immense loyalty, as punishment was always severe if one lacked those traits.
Although they managed to scrape by without getting their heads cut off, Bebop and Rocksteady were the most frequent ones to face the wrath of their master.
There had been a meeting called for that exact reason, Tiger Claw giving everyone yet another informative speech about professionality, and how failure will always have unpleasant repercussions. As he droned on about the seriousness of pleasing Master Shredder, Steranko had lost interest, glancing around the room. Eventually, his gaze had been drawn to his comrade, and the small insect crawling across his back.
Though they were no longer in his warehouse, and had more available food, the habit of eating any living thing they could find had stuck. The rhino mutant slowly moved his hand as to not draw the attention of the insect, and swiped at the other's torso. There was a surprised noise, and the whip of the warthog's head to face the larger.
Zeck clenched his jaw, voice high pitched from surprise, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. "Ivan. This is one of those important meeting-thingies. Do. Not. Touch me." Rocksteady gave him a mildly disconcerted look, and tried to follow the roach that had jumped away from his hand.
He found it to be much more difficult to do simple things, such as grabbing small objects, when he had hands twice the size of his previous ones. The mutant continued to grab and prod at different spots along the smaller's body, undisturbed by the hushed shriek emanating from the tech-savvy.
Zeck slapped at the hands that seemed to be attacking him without provocation, stomping his foot as laughter piled up inside his throat. "'Steady, quihihit! SNRT-"
Some of the others that were close-by were giving the pair weird looks, and Tigerclaw cast them a beyond-annoyed glare, but continued with his meeting. Bebop was most definitely aware of the fact that he was being forced to steal everyone's attention, but he also knew he had no hope of stopping a likely seven-foot rhinoceros.
Said mutant was trailing the roach with his remaining eye, trying and failing to grab the arthropod with incredibly low accuracy. He tried catching it again, hand latching onto the other's side. When the warthog practically jumped away from him, he held onto his shoulder, preventing the smaller from wiggling away, and went right back to trying to catch the bug.
At this point, Zeck had a hand slapped over his mouth, pushing desperately at his friend's hands, as he stomped on the ground. As soon as the hand latched onto his hip, he screeched, flailing away. Tigerclaw had stopped speaking, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest looked on awkwardly.
Steranko had finally caught the roach, either unaware, or indifferent to all of the concerned glanced he was receiving, and popped the roach into his mouth. Some cringed at the wet crunch that followed the silence of the room, and Bebop wrapped his arms around himself at his release, putting his head down and trying to quiet himself before he got into even more trouble.
"Anton Zeck. The behavior you and the rest of these imbeciles demonstrate is the exact reason why we are here in the first place, wasting time that could be used to complete orders."
The pig groaned, clearly entirely uninterested in being scolded like a child, and shot Rocksteady a glare. "It's not me you should be talking to, pussy cat.."
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Uhhh I had no idea how to end this one, and am in a bit of a time crunch. I hope you like it anyways, so yeah.
This is a 2012 fic!! Aw yeah!
Shouldn't have any spoilers, so we all good here!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Raph
TW!: SWEARING! A MILDLY STRESSFUL SITUATION! NIGHTMARE! (None of it is described, but it's mentioned to be disturbing. The start of this is a little heavy though, just a heads up.)
Raph wasn't sure how exactly he got to where he was now. One moment, he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, and the next, he was rushing into his baby brother's room.
He didn't know what had happened, but all he knew was that Mikey was in his room, crying, and that something must be wrong.
It turned out that the youngest was asleep, having a nightmare of some kind. The red-themed turtle audibly sighed in relief at seeing him physically safe, but still quickly made his way over to the edge of the bed to see what he could do.
The freckled-turtle whimpered, tears pouring from his eyes as he continuously shifted around. The elder looked on in panic, latching onto the blanketed figure in the dark and shook him. "Hey. Hey, Mikey! Wake up, you're dreaming.."
The younger started mumbling incoherent words, sobbing in his sleep. Raph climbed into the bed, kneeling over his brother as he felt his forehead. When nothing else seemed to be wrong, he tried picking him up under the arms, hoisting the smaller to lay in his lap.
The sai-user cradled the sleeping turtle to his plastron, watching carefully as his brother's tears stopped, but the pleas and murmured whines kept coming. He readjusted his arms so that he could rub Mikey's shell, holding him by the side to support some of his weight. A grimace formed on the younger's face, and something that sounded like a "Raph" came from his mouth.
"Yeah? What is it, Mikes?"
The orange-themed turtle didn't respond, but one of his hands came to hold onto his brother's arm. Raph spoke quietly to the freckled turtle, the vulnerability of the situation hardly crossing his mind. Mikey needed him, and he'd be damned if he didn't do his best to make things better.
Eventually, the youngest's eyes drowsily peeked open, and Raph rubbed his side as a greeting. Mikey pressed himself into his brother, making a groaning noise as his mind replayed what he had gone through not three minutes ago. Soon, his eyes watered again, and the elder comfortingly rubbed his shell, unsure of what else to do.
He hated seeing the freckled-turtle so upset. It really, really fucking sucked to see his usually happy and silly brother reduced to tears. When Mikey sniffled again, Raph grabbed his other side and hoisted him a little higher so that he was partially sitting up.
"Sniff- I don't.. hic- I don't wanna go back.." Raph frowned. "It's alright. 'Ya don't have to. You're safe, it was just'a dream."
Mikey let out another cry, this time quieter, as he shook his head. The lines between reality and his mind were a blur, but plaguing thoughts of his dream were beginning to be replaced by his brother's uncharacteristically gentle hold.
The younger looked up with damp eyes, and Raph squeezed his side in acknowledgement. Mikey lurched forward, squeezing his eyes shut. The elder got an idea, and curled his fingers into his side again.
"Raha- Rahaph! Sniff- Ihihi-" He was cut off by his own laughter, hiding his face in the elder's plastron. "What'sa matter, Mikes? I dunno why you're laughin'."
Mikey only shook his head, his grip on the other loosening as he recovered from his previous fear. The red-themed turtle's hands instead went to scribble around his upper-arms, and Mikey scrunched his face up, quiet giggles forcing their way from his mouth. The side of his underarm was tickled, and the orange-themed turtle's laughter grew. He wiggled slightly, eyes pressed closed, squeaking as the sensation didn't stop.
"Hic- Raph! Plehehease.. hehe Ihit tiHIHIcklehes!" A small smile appeared on the sai-user's face, and he felt more at ease now that he previous tenseness if the situation had faded. The sound of Mikey's laughter gave the room a more relaxed mood, the noise growing louder when one of the elder's hands dug into his neck.
"Plehease, stohop!" Raph could tell his brother meant it, and slowed his hands, going back to hugging him tightly. "Are ya okay?.."
The freckled turtle nodded, leaning the rest of his weight onto the other, his body relaxing once again. "Yeheah.. Thanks Rahaph.." Raph nodded, closing his eyes as well, the turtles slowly drifting back into sleep.
"Anytime, little brother. Anytime."
This is where I give up on finding gifs ๐
For the rest of these, I'm going to be just saying what version I'm writing for, so yeah. On that note, this is a ROTTMNT fic! Maybe I'll color-code each version so it's easier to recognize.. ๐ค
Lee: Donnie
Ler: F! Leo
TW!: SWEARING! AN ARGUMENT! (It's only referenced. The rest is just comfort and tickes.)
THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE MOVIE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT! ALSO, THIS IS NOT A SHIP!
(I'm putting this below the cut because of spoilers, but Future Leo is established to be in the present time with the turtles. I will be addressing him as 'Leon' throughout this.)
Loud techno music blared throughout Donnie's lab. He was curled up in his rolly-chair, sulking as the noise calmed him down a little. All of a sudden, he felt the presence of someone else, and turned around at the same time a knock sounded on his door.
"Hey, can I come in?"
Ugh, it was Leo. He knew it before a word even left his dum-dum mouth. "I don't like you. Go away." There was a moment of hesitation, before Leo called out again. "Did I do something? I didn't mess up a project or anything, right?"
Donnie stopped. Was he just playing dumb to get into his lab again? The scientist made his way to the door, opening it a crack. "No, dimwit- oh. It's you.." Donnie opened his door a little more. "Wrong Leo. My mistake."
Leon glanced at the younger's face. He looked tired, and not just normal Donnie-tired. "Don, how ya feelin'?"
The purple-themed turtle shrugged. "Just.. tired. Don't worry about it." The slider clearly didn't believe him, having had decades of experience reading his twin, even if this one was slightly different. "No, I don't mean physically 'how do you feel'. I mean emotionally. You don't seem to be doin' too good."
"Jeez, I don't like how much you know about me.." he muttered, but let the door open the rest of the way, sighing. "Come in, I suppose. You haven't done anything to upset me. Yet.." The elder walked in, glancing reminiscently around at all of the tech.
"Shelldon, turn the music down by fourty-five percent." The room got a bit quieter, and Leon crossed his existing arm over his chest. "I'm assuming you and little-me got into a fight?" Donnie nodded, and went to sit back in his chair, spinning around twice before turning back to the sword-user.
"He was being annoying, and wouldn't stop trying to make me try his nasty food. So.. I may- or may not, have called him a.. disgustingly-paletted ape.. and said his food looks like shit." Leon forced a chuckle down, nodding. "I see.. Was that all?" The softshell shook his head, pulling his legs back onto his chair and resting his chin on them.
"No.. It got bad, and he told me he didn't like me as long as I didn't like fucking pineapple, and now we aren't talking."
The slider's face fell at the last part, and he shifted his weight between his legs. "Oh. I'm sorry.. did you.. need anything?"
Donnie paused, then spoke softly. "A hug would be nice.."
Leon looked a bit surprised, but moved to the younger and squatted down. When Donnie didn't initiate the hug, the blue-themed turtle wrapped his arm around the softshell, and pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Donnie sighed, and moved to rest his head on the elder's shoulder, relaxing his tense posture slightly. "I'm going to pick you up now."
Soon enough, the purple turtle was being held to his sort-of-twin's plastron, the two sitting on the floor. Donnie was facing away from the other, while Leon's arm was holding him by the torso. "For how smart you are, you really don't know a lot."
Donnie's eyebrows lowered into the start of a scowl, and he turned his head to bite back with an insult, but was interrupted. "One of those things being how much I love you." His face faltered, and a more confused face was present on the scientist. "I don't know what you think you mean to me, but there's one thing you can be sure of. It's about three-hundred times more than you'd imagine."
The softshell let out a quiet noise, not quite sure of how to respond. He was never good at reacting to people when they got like this, but what Leon was saying was something he really needed to hear right now.
"It doesn't matter if it's your Leo, or one in the past, or the future, or in another timeline.. You will always be loved, and nothing in existence could ever change that. I guarantee that he didn't mean anything he said."
All of a sudden, his vision went blurry, and tears were filling his eyes. Donnie reached up to wipe at them, sniffling. "I.. don't know-"
"Trust me."
Donnie wiped his eyes again, his brother holding him as he cried. "Leon.. sniff- Thanks.." The slider smiled, squeezing a little harder. "And.. for the record, I- I love you too.. A lot."
He hugged the elder's arm, and Leon pressed his face back to the younger's neck, and was surprised with a giggle. "Hey, Donnie.. What was that?"
The softshell shook his head, kicking his legs out when the back of his neck neck was nuzzled into again, becoming aware of the fact that he was extremely trapped. "Noho! Lehee- ahahah!"
"Mm, I think you need a laugh."
The turtle flailed, trying to crane his neck upwards in an attempt to push Leon's head away, but all it did was give him time to reach forward and move to his throat.
Donnie let out a a high screech, reaching up to grab at the elder's head. The slider only smiled, but eventually flipped the scientist around, laid him on the ground, and sat on his legs. "Aw, I remember when you were this small! So much easier to hold down than my Donnie.."
Donnie didn't seem to register what he was saying, or didn't care, only shaking his head and giggling. "Heheh! Noho! Lehet mehe goho- youou scoundrehel!"
The elder tsked, and resumed his tickling tactic, this time the focus being the younger's belly. As soon as his face made contact, Donnie exploded into louder giggles, bucking and trying to scramble away.
"You're so ticklish, it's not even funny!" The softshell cackled when a bad spot was attacked, hopelessly trying to pry the weight of a full-grown mutant off of his legs. "Well, scratch that. Maybe it is pretty funny.."
The purple-themed turtle whined, covering his face with one hand, as the other pushed at his shoulder. The elder looked up to make sure he was alright, unfamiliar with a Donatello who didn't do everything in his power to try to kill whoever dared tickle him.
When all the other did was laugh and squirm, Leon took it as a chance to up his game, and pressed a huge raspberry right in the center of his plastron. Immediately, both hands came shooting to the elder's head, slapping and hitting frantically as loud laughter filled the room. "BPHK- NAHAHAHAH! LEHEHEHEOHON!"
Having his head attacked without regard to safety was definitely a lot more like his own Donnie, and Leon instinctively went to hold the smaller's wrists in his hand, holding them up in the air. "GYAHAHAH! GIHIHIVE- GIMME MY HAHANDS BAHAHACK!"
Another raspberry was pressed to his plastron, and soon enough the purple turtle's laughter went silent, slowly losing the will to fight as he turned his head to the side. The blue-themed turtle took it as a sign to stop, and he let go of Donnie's arms, then got off his legs, and smiled fondly at the sight of the younger curling up onto his side.
He reached out to rub his shoulder, and laughed when the younger flinched. A couple seconds passed, and Donnie had calmed down enough to roll onto his back, a happier face than before present on his features. "How do you feel now?" The softshell let out a quiet laugh. "More tired."
"Okay, you know that's not what I meant this time!"
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Weird idea I guess? Never really saw any lee Donnie with future Leo, soooo yeah. ๐ฑ
For my request, I meant ROTTMNT. Sorry for the confusion!
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Alright! Thank you for clarifying!
Hope you have a great day!! ๐๐
First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?
Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!
Lee: Leonardo
Ler: Karai
TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)
THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!
(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)
Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.
Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.
Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.
Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..
Except for today.
For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.
And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.
All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.
"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"
The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.
"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.
"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."
Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.
"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."
The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."
Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."
The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."
Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."
By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.
"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"
Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"
"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.
"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"
Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!
It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."
The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"
The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"
As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"
"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.
They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.
"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"
"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."
"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"
Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"
Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.
"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"
Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.
"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."
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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! ๐๐๐ชฆ
For day 7 of Tickletober, can you please write Lee!Mikey with all 3 of his older brothers tickling him? If not, I understand.
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Hi! Super sorry, but I already have something for day seven. I can do your prompt though, and will have it for day 13! I apologize again, but hope you enjoy it on that day.
Also, I'm not quite sure which version you want, so if you wouldn't mind, please specify. If you can't, I understand, and will probably write it for 2012 or Rise.
Always! No such thing as too much ๐๐๐
Lee: Raph
Ler: Mikey
TW!: None!
(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)
It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.
He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.
Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.
So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-
"Mikey, you alright?"
The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"
Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.
Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.
Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.
"What's funny, Raphie?"
Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."
Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there two.
This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"
"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.
Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.
"Nope. Nevermind."
Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.
"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"
Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.
"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.
Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"
Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.
Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.
YESSSIRRR!!! SO SILLY!
ยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ๏ผ*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๐๐ธ๐ฒ๐บ๐ป๐ด๐๐พ๐ฑ๐ด๐ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ ๐ป: ๐ต๐ป๐๐๐๐ด๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถห*โข ฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*๏ผยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ
๐ถ๐๐๐๐: ๐ต๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ธ,๐ถ๐พ๐ธ
๐ป๐๐: ๐๐๐๐ ๐ขโค๏ธ
๐ป๐๐โ๐: ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ข ๐ข๐งก
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
(๐ฐ/๐ฝ: ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข: ๐ณ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข! ๐*๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐/๐ฝ๐๐ต๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฝ๐ธ!!!)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ
๏ผ*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๐บ๐พโจ๐๐ถห*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๏ผยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ
โDeehee! PlahaHEASE!! B-Beehee careful!โ Raphael squeaked, covering up his face with his arms as Donatello sat on his thighs, tracing the bigger turtleโs sides gently.
โIโm always careful.โ Donnie scoffed, now starting to pinch up and down his brotherโs sides, โWhat? Do you not trust me to be?โ
Raph whined through his tiny giggles, shaking his head slightly as he buried his face deeper into his arms, โI doohoo! I-Ihits jUHUSTโ snrkโ Gohohod yoHOU knOHOW already!โ The eldest exclaimed as he stumbled over his words, a light and timid blush spreading across his face.
Todayโ well, this whole week Raph had been in aโฆmood.
A bad one.
Like, a really really bad one (and you know itโs bad if two reallyโs are involved).
It got so bad to the point the red banded turtle literally flinched anytime one of his family members slightly moved their handsโฆ
โฆSo yeah. The mood was hitting hard.
And the alligator snapping turtle soon did realize said mood would only get worse if he didnโt do something about itโฆ
โฆAnd as embarrassing as it wasโฆhe did ask his immediate younger brother for help.
But Raphael wouldโve deeply appreciated it if the other wasnโt so damn teasy about it!
Wellโฆmaybe.
โIiiiii do not. Care to enlighten me?โ The softshell hummed, crossing his arms in amusement.
The older groaned, his blush deepening as his tail thumped against the bed, โJuhust beehee nihice, pleheheaseโฆโ
โBut, Raphallaโฆyour the one who asked to be tiโโ
โAAAHHUGH! SHUHUT UP! IHI. KNOHOW.โ The tallest turtle laughed through clenched teeth, hitting his brother with his tail.
The purple banded turtle let out a short 'oof' at the contact, shaking his head fondly as he poked the other in the stomach repeatedly, โI felt that on my battleshellโฆbut most importantly, I felt that in my shattered, discombobulated heartโฆ.โ The younger fake sniffled.
โOho sahahave me thehe theheatrics yohour fIHIHINE?!โ Raphael squawked as his little brother dug his hands into his ribs.
The young scientist let out small 'tsking' noises, shaking his head in fake/mock disappointment.
โHere I amโฆtickling you just like you asked and this is how youโre repaying me?!โ The purple banded turtle huffed, โWhat a cruel cruel world we live inโฆโ He said as he made his way to the other turtleโs underarms.
The taller mutant almost immediatley put his arms down at the contact, holding his brotherโs wrists as he shook his head in giddy panic, โN-Noho D-Deehee plehehease! Yohou c-cahahanโtโโ
โI thought you wanted me to tickle you?โ The light golden eyed mutant asked, biting back a smirk to make it seem like he was asking a genuine question.
Raphael turned his head to the side, grumbling in between his giggles at the very mean remark.
โThen stop your bitch whining and let me do my magic.โ The younger giggled, enjoying every singlesecond of Raphโs flustered and giggly state.
His dear older brother asked him for tickles and he was more than happy to deliver them!
But with tickles came teasesโฆand Raph had to understand that.
You wouldnโt have pancakes without Maple syrup, would you?
Wellโฆpersonally Donnie prefers his pancakes plain (with a small block of butter on top) but you get his point!
The red banded mutant grumbled to himself again, slowly but surely raising his arms back to cover his face.
The other teen stifled a laugh, scribbling his nails inside his elder brotherโs arms, โG-GahaHAD Ihihi hahate you soHOHO MUHUCHโฆ!โ The taller turtle whined through his loud laughs.
โD'aww~! You donโt mean that; you love me~!โ Donatello cooed.
โS-ShUHUT UHAHAP! Ihi soHO doohoo NAHahat!!!โ The other retorted.
โPfftโ you love me, Raphallaโฆjust like how you love it riiiiiightโฆhere~!โ The younger snickered as he skittered his hands along the sides of the taller teenโs shell.
Raph arched his back, letting out a loud squeal that shook the whole lair.
Donnie momentarily flinched back at the sudden ear piercing shrill, but then immediately recovered as he went back tickling the spot.
โWAHAHAIT squeal NOHO snrk DEEHEE STAHAAAHAHAP!! Snrk STAHAP IHIT snrk GOHOHOH snrk SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!โ
โMmmmโฆnah. Iโm good.โ The softshell shrugged.
Suddenly, loud stomps could be heard from outside the young genius' door. Leonardo and Michelangelo burst into the room, both heavily panting, โWHO FUCKING DIEDโ oh! Hey, Don.โ Leo said as he saw all was well and no one was getting absolutely slaughtered.
โOh! Leo, Mikey! How wonderful it is to see you on this very fine day. How are you both?โ The second oldest asked as if he wasnโt tickling the absolute hell out of the eldest.
โWeโre fine, Dee.โ The slider giggled as he saw the usual calm and collected of the four of them in such a giggly state, โMe and Mikester heard a scream and we thought something was wrong; but now we know your just tickling Raphieโ so itโs all good.โ
โWhyhy are you tickling him, though? Did he steal your Atomic Lass action figure again?โ The youngest asked curiously.
โNot this time.โ Donatello chuckled knowingly, โRaphie over here has been in a mood for quiiiiite some time now. So he kindly asked me to tickle him.โ The purple banded teen said casually.
The two youngestโs exchanged a surprised yet mischievous glance with each other, non-verbally communicating with one another with just their eyes.
The orange banded turtle put a hand on his hip, squinting his eyes at the eldest, โWaaaait wait wait wait waitโฆlemme get this straight.โ Mikey exclaimed, โYou were in a moodโฆand you didnโt come to me?!โ
Raphael audibly gulped as Donnie slowly stopped, โM-Mihihikey ihitโs nohot lihihike thahatโ!โ
โOh, no need to sugarcoat, Raphalla. Itโs not your fault you like my tickles better.โ The scientist interrupted happily as he turned his head to see his younger brotherโs shocked and very offended faces.
Leo let out a small, bitter huff of amusement, crossing his arms as he raised an eye ridge, โYou gotta get those grotesque glasses of yours checked, Donathan 'cuz Raph likes my tickles the best! Right, Raph?!โ
โGuhuhuys plehehease thihis ihihis sohoโโ
โHAH! As if. My tickles are as superb and supreme as superb and supreme tickles can get.โ The box turtle said.
โThen how come Raph came to me, hm?โ Donnie taunted.
The art loving turtle growled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves as he walked towards the bed, โWHATEVER! Iโll just have to prove it.โ
The second youngest nodded, walking with his immediate younger brother, โYeah! This is gonna be such a piece of cake and you two will see my tickles are the best.โ The red eared slider grinned, sitting next to Raphโs shoulders as Mikey sat next to his ankles.
And good Lord the amount of ghost tickles tingling along the eldest should be so fucking illegalโฆ
โGuhuhuys plehease! W-Weehee cahahan tahalk abohohout thihis!โ
โTalk about what~? Talk about how you didnโt ask me for tickle tickle tickles and you asked Mr. Megamind over here instead~?โ Leonardo teased as he fluttered his nails over the red banded mutants shoulder spikes.
โIHIHAHATโS snrk NAHAT squeal THAHAT DEEHEEPโ snrk LEEHEEO PLAHAHEASE!!โ The chestnut eyed teen cackled, squirming so much his younger brotherโs almost leaped in the air.
โTrying to get us off, huh, Raphilee~?โ Michelangelo giggled snarkingly, putting one of the eldestโs foot in a headlock as the youngest scribbled mercilessly along it.
โMIHIHIโ snrk! LEEHEEOโ snrk!! GUHUHUYS I CAHANโT BREEHEEATHE!!!โ The red banded teen cried, banging his fists on the mattress.
Donatello chuckled evilly to himself, sneaking his hand to Raphโs stomach, โOooooops~!โ The glasses wielding mutant said playfully at the other below him bucked, shrieked and squealed.
The eldest of the four could not believe this was happening to himโฆ
Well, he could. But it was still hard to grasp.
All three of his brotherโs were tickling himโฆall. at. once.
It was the most flustering yet funnest thing to happen to him this week.
And all of this was most definitely helping with his currentโฆmood.
โYOHOHOU snrk GUHUHUYS!! THIHIS snrk TIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!โ Raphael screeched.
โNo duh.โ The smallest of the four said, tickling Raphโs med arch, โNow~! Wanna admit my tickles are the best~?โ
โWEEHEEโRE STIHIHIHILL snrk OHON THAHAT?!โ
โYes!โ The scarlet eyed turtle scoffed, โSo~? Do you need more convincing or should I go to another spot~?โ
The snapping turtle kicked his legs in a result, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back as the youngest now tickled the both of his feet.
Now how the hell was Raph supposed to choose?!
As embarrassing as it was to admitโฆhe loved all of his brotherโs ticklesโ they were unique and silly in their own way!
Besides, even if he did have a favorite and exclaimed said favorite, the other two would just get offended and tickle him more!
It was a lose-lose situation and Raphael was not here for itโฆ
The eldest of the four shook his head, his cackles soon becoming giggles as his brotherโs slowly stopped.
โWhahahaโฆ?โ He opened his eyes to see his brotherโs evilly wiggling their fingers slightly above his absolute worst spots.
Leo at his neck.
Mikey at his shoulder spikes (which the eldest isnโt even going to question how he got there in the first place).
And Donnie at the side of his shell.
Leonardo rested his chin on the red banded teenโs shoulder innocently, batting his eyes dramatically, โLast chance, bro-bro~!โ
โEven though we all know you want this either way~!โ The softshell quietly commented.
โฆWhat a way to call a guy outโฆ
The chestnut eyed teen whined through his laughter, putting a pillow to his face as his tail wagged like never beforeโฆ
โฆHe fucking hated how much he was enjoying thisโฆ
โJ-Juhuhust gehet ohon wihihith snrk ihihatโฆโ The tallest turtle grumbled lowly, his blush becoming so red it blended in with his bandana.
โWith pleasure~!โ Donnie teased, wriggling his fingers slightly above the sides of his older brotherโs shell.
The lime green eyed teen cracked his knuckles dramatically then started to wiggle his fingers fordramatic effect, โAlright~! On my count, hermanoโs~!โ
โOne~!โ
โTwooooooooo~!โ
โWaitโฆwhat comes after two?โ The second youngest fake pondered, tapping his fingers on the side Raphaelโs neck, making the oldestโs giggles rise more in anticipatory giggles.
โLEEHEEO!!โ
โOh yeah, thatโs right~! Three~!โ The blue banded teen teased near the tallest turtleโs ear before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his neck whilst scribbling his hand on the other side of the tallerโs neck.
Mikey lightly nibbled Raphโs shoulder spikes as Donnie tickled the sides of Raphโs shellโฆ
And the eldest went ballistic.
He thrashed and screamed and hollered so loudly his younger brotherโs were so sure they were all going to fall off of the bed!
โHoholy shihihitโฆtickles that bad, huh, Raphie~?โ The scientist snickered.
โNOHOHAHAโ SNRK!! PLAHAโ SNRK SNRK!!! SHIHIHAHAT! SHIHIT!! PLAHAHAHโ SQUEALNAHAHAH!!!โ The tallest turtle cackled madly, squeezing his eyes shut again as happy tears started to roll down his face. โPUHUHโ SNRK PLEHEASE! YOHOU F-FUHUHUCKIN'โ SNRK!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!โ
โCussing us out, now~?! Wowwww, Raphie~! I knew you wanted tickles but I didnโt know you wanted them this bad~!โ The art loving mutant giggled.
โHave you guys got his palms yet?โ The red eared slider casually asked as the chestnut eyed mutantโs blood ran cold.
โฆThey wouldnโt.
They wouldnโtโฆ
โฆOh, who was Raph kidding?! Of course they would!
Leonardo grinned evilly as Mikey and Donnie shook their heads. The lime green eyed teen gently grabbed his eldest brotherโs wrist and scribbled a single finger across his palm.
The older howled with laughter, getting so tired from squirming he just layed limp on the bed.
โNONONONOHOHOHO PLAHAAAAHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOTโ SNRK!! NAHAH YOHOU GUHUYS!!!โ The snapping turtle cried out helplessly, his tail wagging like crazy.
โPlease~? Please whaaaat~?โ Donatello asked.
โSTAHAHAโ SNRK!! STAHAHP TIHIโ HIC!! NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!โ
โD'aww~! You want us to stop, big guy~? Are you sure~? Cuz I could do this for hours~!โ Leo grinned smugly.
โNOHO! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! IHIHIโ SQUEAK! RAHAHAPH GIHIVES!โ The large mutant squealed frantically, causing his brotherโs to slowly stop the tickling and sit next to his sides.
Raph giggled at the phantom tickles, wiping the happy tears that ran down his face with his thumb, โYohou hic hic guhuhuys suhuckโฆโ He mumbled.
โOhhh I see. So you didnโt like it?โ The youngest asked, crossing his arms in amusement.
โโฆN-Nohoh..Ihi hic dihihidโฆโ Raphael giggled, his tail swishing back and forth on the matress in a happy and relaxed motion.
โThatโs what we thought.โ Michelaneglo huffed in triumph as Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement.
ยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ๏ผ*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๐ต๐ธ๐ฝห*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๏ผยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ
(๐ฟ.๐.: ๐ธ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐!!!)
Lee: Raph
Ler: Mikey
TW!: None!
(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)
It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.
He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.
Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.
So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-
"Mikey, you alright?"
The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"
Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.
Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.
Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.
"What's funny, Raphie?"
Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."
Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there too.
This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"
"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.
Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.
"Nope. Nevermind."
Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.
"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"
Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.
"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.
Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"
Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.
Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.
Lee: Raphael
Ler: Master Splinter
TW!: SOME SWEARING!
October was a month that seemed to awaken something in the Splinterson family. Some more than others.
Mikey and Leo both loved decorating the lair and watching movies, Donnie loved listening to halloween music, Master Splinter loved doing festive activities with his sons..
And Raph loved scaring the crap out of his brothers.
Every year, he made it a point to hide in every corner, nook, and cranny, and then practically jump whoever was nearest to his spot. Sure, it annoyed everyone, but it's part of Halloween! Even if it was literally twenty-six days away..
Anyways, that's what he was doing, perched on a pipe above his pops, who was comfortably lounging in the living room, watching his soaps. Was it a bit risky trying to scare him? Yeah.. probably. But was it worth it?
..Maybe?
Raphael timed his jump carefully. He would have to land close enough to his father to startle him, but not close enough to be posed as a threat and get his ass whooped. 'One.. two.. three!'
The sai-user hopped down from his spot, just about to yell his little phrase for when he'd scare his family, but was interrupted mid-jump as Splinter seemed to have already known where he was, and flip him so that he was sprawled across his father's lap, laying on his stomach.
"BOO- Woaah!"
"Good try, my son, but you lack one important piece of knowledge... I have good reflexes." The rat mutant went to scribble over his sides, and Raph's eyes immediately went wide, biting his lip to keep from laughing. His arms went to grab his father's hands, but was immediate stopped by a squeeze to the back of his neck. It was now that he realized how vulnerable of a spot he was put into.
With sharp nails scratching at his side, and his neck, Raph had no chance of holding in the giggles that were bubbling up. "Ahah! Wait juhust'aha secohond!"
Splinter smiled. It was good to see his edgy-son laughing, even if he did need to force it juuust a little. He moved from his side to his shell, thinking about how such bright laughter would usually result from that spot. Almost as if on cue, the red-themed turtle reached to cover his face, though his laughter slipped through his fingers, warming his father's heart to hear the happy sound.
Fingers traced at the scutes of the turtle's shell, and he snorted between his laughter. "Pohops.. Lehehemmehe- SNRT! goho!"
When his son's face was flushed pink, shoulders scrunched and legs kicking out behind him, Splinter decided to give him a break, instead going to wrap his arms around him. Raph snorted again at the embrace, half expecting more tickles, but eventually calmed down, hugging his dad back.
It would've been a strange sight to anyone who didn't know the context of the situation, seeing a huge hot-headed teen cradled in the lap of his elderly father, but neither cared in the slightest. Their lives were strange, why not embrace it?
Day 4! This is my first time writing 2003, (I know, I know. I'm doing a lot of new things this month!!) so please go easy on me!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Donny (This is how his name is spelled in this one, leave me be.)
TW!: SWEARING!
"GOD DAMN IT!"
Donatello sighed, rubbing his face. Whatever noise he just heard, he did not want to deal with. He was just feeling.. agitated today. Call it burnout, too much stress, or whatever you want, but everything just seemed to be ticking. him. off.
He made his way out of the garage, readjusted his bandana, and walked into the living room.
"Are you serious? Not again!"
'Ah, so that was where the yelling was coming from.'
Apparently, Mikey was raging at a video game.. again. He stood up, turned the tv off, and threw his controller across the room, only for it to hit Don in the foot. Just terrific.
"Mikey.."
The youngest startled slightly, turning around. "What is it?" Donny picked up the remote, and looked at it for a moment. Then, surprising the both of them, he chucked it right at his brother's head. Mikey squeaked, ducking just in the nick of time to avoid getting hit. "What the shell, man! What did I do?"
Donny gave his brother a tense glare. "You hit me with the controller.."
Mikey looked at him. He looked pretty angry.. "Oops."
The elder paused. "Just oops? Nothing else?" The orange-themed turtle shrugged. "You have nothing to say for yourself?"
Mikey looked around awkwardly. "Did.. you?"
The elder gave a smile, then nodded gently. "You have a five second head start."
Two seconds were spent processing what was said to him, and the other three, Mikey ran. He quickly rounded the corner, and made his way into the depths of the sewers. An oh-too-sweet voice echoed behind him. "Here I come~" The youngest darted down a tunnel, rushing past tunnels until- THUNK!
"Shit.."
Maybe he wouldn't be found? No.. Donny always knew how to find people. There's no way this was a good enough hiding spot. Why was he even so mad in the first place? It was an accident. A simple mistake. Why couldn't-
"Found you."
Mikey saw the eerie figure of his scientist brother in the arch of the tunnel. Suddenly, his fight-or-flight response was kicked into overdrive, and Mikey was not about to try and win against an angry Donny. He felt against the walls, but they were too smooth to climb. 'Crap.'
One second, the younger was panicking as to what he was going to do, and the next, he was plunged into screechy cackles, writhing on the stone ground. "WAHAHAIIIT, GYAHAHAH! PLEHEASE! IHI DIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IT WAHAHAS AN ACCIDENT!"
Don only tickled harder, fingers digging roughly into his baby brother's sides. "Maybe you should've been paying more attention, huh." Watching the other squeal, Donny couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Maybe he at least deserved an explanation..
He sighed. "Mikey, today hasn't been the best, if I'm being honest. That controller was the last straw, so my apologies for putting you through this." The younger barely even seemed to register what was said, too busy flailing and laughing his head off. "IHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHO, IHIT TIHICKLEHEHES!"
Don smiled a little. He probably wouldn't admit it, but hearing the younger laugh was helping to cheer him up. He moved his hands to instead scribble over Mikey's belly, causing the nunchuck-user to curl up as best he could and let out a giggly whine. More tickle spots were hidden, and it became harder to reach the ones that gave a big reaction. The elder smiled. He wasn't one to do something like this.. but what the hey?
"PBBBBBBBTT!!!"
"NeheAHAHAAAH! DOHOHOHON! SCREHEHEW YOUHUHUHUU!" Yeah.. so much for feeling bad. Donny pressed another raspberry to the younger's neck, giving him more space to dig into his plastron. "What was that? Care to repeat yourself?"
"GYEHEEAAHHAH! FAHAHACK! FUHUCK, IHIHIT TICKLEHES!"
"Cussing too? Has Leo taught you nothing?" He tsked like an impatient mother, gaze hardening slightly as his brother spewed out more foul language. Maybe they'd be here for a while..
"Mikey, until you can manage 3 minutes without swearing, you're going to have to sit here and learn your lesson. It's for your own good."
IN LOVE WITH EVERYTHING YOU WRITE!!๐๐๐
Lee: Leo๐
Ler: Donnie๐
Donnie's an evil older brother, so of course he has to make things difficult for Leo! He shouldn't have been in his lab in the first place.
Everything's gonna be days late. I got hit by a fucking hurricane, lost power for a week, and had my entire property destroyed ยฐvยฐ
โGive that back you gremlin!โ Donnie hissed, shoving back from his desk and leaping to his feet as Leo jumped back, holding his screwdriver with a taunting smirk.
โActually I'm a turtle,โ Leo teased with a smug grin, โWow, and you're supposed to be the smart one!โ
โYou-!โ
โMe!? I already know I'm the smart one!โ Leo laughed, jumping away when Donnie lunged for him.
โGive it back, Leo!โ
"Nah, think I'll keep it,โ Leo grinned, โBuuut I'll give it back on one condition!โ
โAnd what's that?โ Donnie asked, beyond exasperated and wanting to get back to working on the drive.
โYou leave your lab for a few hours and eat dinner,โ Leo said, and watched in real time as Donnie's face shifted into an even angrier glare.
โI have work to do!โ
โGuess you don't need this for it!โ Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out at Donnie and sprinting for the door.
โLEO!โ
Leo yelped as a weight bearled into his shell, making him crash onto the floor. He quickly flipped over, shoving the screwdriver in the pouch on his back and grinned triumphantly.
โTry and get it now!โ Leo taunted, laughing at the fed up look on Donnie's face.
โGive it back,โ Donnie hissed, snatching Leo's wrists into one hand and trying to roll his most annoying brother over.
โLeave the lab then!โ
โNo!โ
โThen cowabummer bro, you're not getting it,โ Leo said firmly, and he could see Donnie thinking up a plan.
โYou're going to give it back,โ
โOnly if you leave the lab,โ
โI think I can change your mind,โ Donnie said with an evil, mad scientist grin.
โSure,โ Leo said, rolling his eyes and grinning cockily, โI'd like to see you try.โ
His arms were suddenly pinned above his head, robotic arms having come from Donnie's battle shell to pin them.
โThis won't work!โ Leo said frantically, eyes widening as Donnie did a corny evil scientist laugh.
โThen suffer!โ
Leo squirmed violently as Donnie raised his hand high above his stomach, wiggling his fingers menacingly.
โDonnie- don't!โ Leo squeaked, squirming and kicking his legs to try and get Donnie off of him.
โThe screwdriver!โ
โNot till you leave the lab!โ
โFine then!โ
And Donnie's hand shot down. Leo squealed, his eyes scrunching shut and giggling loudly.
Nothing.
He peaked one eye open, seeing Donnie's hand where it was before, but moving slowly down, his fingers wiggling.
โDonnie- DohohoHOHOnie!โ Leo giggled frantically, squirming and arching around.
He squeezed his eyes shut as Donnie's hand almost touched his stomach, squealing loudly and gigging hysterically.
Again- nothing!
Leo's eyes shot open and he gasped as he saw Donnie's hand high up in the air again.
โJuhuhust gehehet ihit ohohover- snrt! Wihihith!โ Leo exclaimed between his frantic giggles.
โI haven't even done anything yet, calm down,โ Donnie said with a smirk, and started slowly lowering his hand again.
Leo squealed, doubling in his frantic squirming and laughing and kicking frantically.
He looked at Donnie's hand, glaring through the flush on his cheeks as he saw it was back where it'd begun.
โWhat's wrong, 'Nardo? What's so funny to you?โ Donnie teased meanly, wiggling his fingers and grinning as Leo giggled more.
โStahahAHAp! Juhuhust do ihit ahahalreheheady!โ Leo squealed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically.
โJust give me my screwdriver already!โ Donnie retorted, moving his hand slowly towards Leo's stomach.
โNO- NOHOHO! SNRK! DOHONNIE!โ Leo squealed, throwing his head back in hysterics as he squirmed and cackled.
Donnie grinned, lifting his hand back up, โI'm going to do it this time! I'm going to tickle your wittle ticklish tummy!โ
โDOHOHN'T SAHAHAY THAHAT!โ Leo squealed, face turning bright red in embarrassment and squirming around violently as Donnie's hand got closer and closer to his stomach.
Leo's squeezed his eyes shut, then squealed when he felt hands scribbling along his underarms.
โAHAHA- WHAHAT!? YOHOHOU SAHAHAID-!โ Leo cackled, squirming as Donnie tickled his underarms.
โOh you're going to get it now!โ Donnie threatened, slowly tickling down Leo's ribs and making the slider squeal.
He was right about to tickle his stomach, and Leo was squirming violently and cackling and snorting frantically.
And then Donnie started pinching at his thighs instead.
โDEEHEHEHE! STAHAHAP!โ Leo squealed, drumming his feet on the floor and laughing loudly. His hands flapped from where they were trapped.
โStop what? Didn't you tell me to get it over with?โ Donnie said meanly, pinching Leo's hips and making his younger brother shriek.
โDAHAHA- YOHOHOU! NAHAHA- EEEE! DOHOHOHOHNNIE! SNRT!โ Leo screamed, cackling like mad as Donnie tickled his hips.
Donnie grinned as Leo's eyes squeezed shut and he lightly skittered his fingers over Leo's belly.
โAHH- AHHAHAHA! DEE- PLEHE- EEEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!โ Leo shrieked, the ticking sensation across his tummy made a thousand times worse from all the anticipation of being tickled there.
โI CAHAHAN'T! STAHAHAP! OHOHOKAY!โ Leo squealed, โYOHOHOU CAN SNRT TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!โ
โI dunno,โ Donnie mused, skittering his fingers all over Leo's tummy as he shrieked and squealed with laughter, โHow do I know you won't take it back?โ
โI WOHOHON'T! I WOHOHON'T! PLEHEHEASE! DAHAHANNIE! PLE- SNRK! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!โ Leo squealed, snorting loudly between his laughter.
โFine,โ Donnie relented, not wanting to accidentally kill the slider, โBut one last thing!โ
โWha- OHOHOHO MY PIHIHIHZZA SUHUHUPREHEHEME! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!โ Leo screamed as Donnie started blowing raspberries all over his tummy.
Donnie drew back as Leo's laughter had started going silent and wheezing, and he grinned at the slider, โYou alive?โ
โNoho! I'm dehehead!โ Leo said dramatically, curling up as his hands were finally freed.
Donnie took the screwdriver from the couch, tossing it onto his desk with a smug look and bringing Leo a bottle of water from the mini fridge underneath it.
โWill you come up for dinner with us? For your favorite twin you almost killed?โ Leo asked with puppy-dog eyes.
โUgh- fine,โ Donnie groaned as Leo cheered, โThis is not good for my bad boy image.โ
Not really sure what to put here.. Oh yeah, this is my first time writing for Mutant Mayhem/Tales, so sorry if I don't end up capturing the characters perfectly.
Lee: Leo
Ler: Mikey
TW!: ANXIETY ATTACK, FAKING AN INJURY! (Everything here is very mildly described, and I didn't put many details, so it shouldn't be very disturbing. Also, this only has depiction of my experience with anxiety attacks, so please tell me if there's anything inaccurate, so I can fix it.)
No spoilers for this, so it should be all good for anyone who hasn't seen the show.
Closest thing I could get to a gif of those two
"Leo! Somebody, help!"
The leader of the group ran into the living room-area, practically leaping over a chair in the middle of the floor to see his baby brother hunched over on the ground. "Mikey! Mikey, what's wrong?"
Mikey let out a groan of pain, clutching his knee tightly. When his sibling came to see what was wrong, he pouted, showing him his leg that.. didn't really seem to have anything wrong with it? "What happened? Did you fall?"
"I don't know! My knee just really hurts!"
The elder removed his brother's kneepad, only to see a large smiley face drawn on, surrounded by lots of little hearts. The orange turtle began giggling.
Leo paused, eyes skimming over his face, and then back to the knee. "Wait.. Was that just a joke?" The younger burst into laughter, grabbing onto his brother's arm and giggling. That is, until he noticed something was wrong.
The katana-user had a crooked smile on, but his eyes still looked as panicked as they had when he had first came into the room. "Leo..? You alright?"
The elder nodded, smile widening as if to convince them both of his being okay. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine, just.." he went to stand up, hands shakier than usual. "Don't do that ag-ain. You scared me."
Mikey's face fell. 'Okay, nope. Joke over.'
He stood up as well, helping Leo to the couch. Mikey hugged his brother, who paused, before wrapping his arms around the other. (I rhymed?) Mikey squeezed tightly around him, as the blue-themed's eyes were beginning to prick with tears. "Hey, it's okay. I'm alright, you don't have to worry."
"Just follow my breathing."
It took a couple minutes, but Leo had finally calmed down, though he didn't let go of Mikey just yet. "Are you okay?"
Leo nodded, squeezing his little brother a bit. "I'm o-okay. Just got freaked out.." Mikey sighed. He felt really bad about giving his brother an attack. "Is there anything I can do to help?.."
Leo shrugged, closing his eyes. "I'm kind of hungry.." Mikey paused for a moment. "I think we have some tacos from last night. You want those?" Leo nodded again, and the two made their way to the kitchen, the younger helping his brother to a chair while he went to heat up a taco.
"Sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to." Upon receiving the food, Leo gave a small smile. "I know. I forgive you, Mike." There was a beat of awkward silence, but it was quickly broken up by a groan. "Eugh, why are there so many onions in this thing?"
Mikey giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ihi don't know, Raph reheally likes onions." The other scoffed. "Yeah, but did he have to cram it full of them, and then not eat it? Seriously."
"Didn't he eat like, five, or something?" They both laughed, and Leo picked out a couple pieces of the vegetable. "Yeheah, I think he did."
All of a sudden, there was a quiet slap, and Mikey turned around in mild shock.
"Did you just throw one at me-?!"
Leo gave him an innocent look. "Uhm, no? Literally why would I do that?" The nunchuck-user picked up the onion from the ground and chucked it right back at his brother's head. "Because you're an onion throwing weirdo!"
"I told you, it wasn't me!"
Smack.
"..Okay thAT IS IT! C'MERE!" Mikey charged at the other, who only yelped and threw more onions in his defense. The chair screeched beneath Leo as it scraped on the floor, almost sending him flying right off, only to make a very similar noise to his seat when hands were shoved under his arms.
"EEHEEK! MIHIKEY! Whahat the heheheck-" The taco dropped from his hand and onto his plate. Mikey only giggled. "This is what you deserve! I can't believe you would do something so gross to- HEY! Do not touch me with your nasty hand! You smell like onions!" The elder's hand was slapped away, but he kept trying to wipe it on his brother's arm, throwing his head back and cackling when a hand went to his side instead.
"Thehehen stOHOP- STOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE!"
Leo squirmed violently, jolting to the side as he tried to pry the other's hands off, only to have it snatched up into the air. "I said stop wiping your hand on me! Now you've gotta deal with no hand!"
Leo snorted, too weakened by the tickling to yank his arm back down, though his free one continued to fight with the one at his side. The orange-themed turtle raked his nails down the entire bridge of his brother's shell, then did it again and again. Leo just about screamed, arching away from the fingers, and hitting into the other.
"NAHAHAH! SNRT- AHAAAH! TOHOO MUCH, PLEHEEASE!"
Mikey grinned, glad to see his brother cheered up. He stopped tickling, taking a half-step backwards before letting go of his arm. "Alright, fiine. I think you learned your lesson." He walked back over to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin from the drawer.
"Just wipe your hand."
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Broo the first half of this was a struggle. I think I like the way it turner out though, so that's good.
I LOVE THIS BROO! AMAZING JOBBB ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฑ
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โRemind me why Iโm here again?โ Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brotherโs room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, โI have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.โ
โOho yeah?โ Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, โWhat work?โ
Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, โJust plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why Iโm here so I can be on my merry way.โ
โWith pleasure.โ The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, โY'know that since The Invasion Iโve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?โ
โIโm aware.โ The older nodded.
โWell, Barryโs been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much Iโve improved!โ Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.
The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, โSoโฆwhere do I come to play in all of this?โ The softshell asked.
โI wanna test how good Iโve gotten! And youโre the perfect person to test this tactic on.โ The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, โAnd besides, youโve been grumpy all weekโฆyou need this.โ He mumbled to himself.
The scientist cocked his head to the side, โWhat was that last part?โ
โNothing!โ The youngest said innocently, getting two featherโs from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand.
โโฆFeathers.โ Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.
โFeathers!โ Mikey repeated.
โโฆSoโฆIโm just going to hold up these feathers forโฆhow long?โ The elder asked.
โJust hold the two feathers up and Iโll take care of the rest!โ The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box.
The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.
Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brotherโs other side.
The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. โI-I didโ GHK! I-I did noโ HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!โ He seethed.
โUhuhโฆyehes you did.โ Mikey snickered, โIโd advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.โ
โA-And whyโ ACK! Is that?!โ Donatello glared.
โWell you seeโฆif you put your arms down Iโd have nooooo choice but to take the feathers youโre holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!โ The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.
โWHAT?!โ The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, โMikey I hAVE w-work to do and Iโ AUGH!!!โ He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating featherโs made their way to his ribs. โNohoh! Cohohome ohan!!โ
Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.
The softshell had work to do! He didnโt have time for these foolish gamesโฆ!
But underneath his cursing and scowlsโฆhe really did enjoy thisโ I mean whaaaaatโฆ? Now who said that?!
โIhi HAHATE YOHOU!!โ The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the featherโs across his underarms, โYOHOUโRE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!โ
โIs it really~?โ The box turtle hummed.
โYEHES! YEHES IHITโ hic IHIS!โ The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two featherโs he was once holding now on the floor.
โUh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!โ The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.
โNow~! Where should they go~?โ The smaller turtle teasingly asked.
The young genius shook his head frantically, โNOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!โ
โMr. and Mrs. Feather donโt like your cussing, Don-bon~!โ
โWEHELL TEHEHELL THEMโ hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!โ Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.
Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuffโฆ
โDee~! Your arms arenโt raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!โ The orange banded mutant mused.
โNOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!โ The light golden eyed teen squawked.
โNo~?โ Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnieโs shell with his mystic powers, โEEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!โ
โThen put your arms up!โ The younger said innocently, moving the featherโs down to the otherโs plastron area.
The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, โCohohount yohour hic dahahaysโฆโ
โUno reverse, Donald.โ The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshellโs tummy.
โGYAHAHโ hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAHโ hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!โ
โWhaaaat~?โ Michelangelo hummed.
โG-GEHEHET THEHEM AHAโ hic! OHOHOUT!!!โ The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.
โBut why, Tickle Tello~?โ The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.
The purple banded turtleโs face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, โDOHOHONโT hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!โ
โOkay, Tickle-Tello.โ The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.
โDo you remember what we agreed on~?โ Michelangelo asked.
โNOHOโ hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHIโ hic!! IHIHIT!!!โ The light golden eyed teenager squawked.
โOh? Then why are you, hm~?โ The youngest asked as he pinched the otherโs hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brotherโs wrists.
Donnie understood the rulesโฆhe really did!
But this was just plain unfairness at this point.
โMIHIโ hic! THAHAHATโS CHEEHEEATING YOHOUโ hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!โ Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.
The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasnโt someone literally dying of laughter beside him.
โItโs not my fault you put your arms down.โ Mikey commented smugly.
โYEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHISโ hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!โ Donatello howled.
โOh? Is it~?โ The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brotherโs thighs. The purple banded mutantโs eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother awayโฆ
โฆBut who is he kidding?
When has that ever worked?
โNAHAHโ hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHIโM SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!โ The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.
Mikey snickered lightly at the otherโs plead, squeezing his brotherโs thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics.
Happy tears rolled down Donnieโs face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.
โAwe~! Someone looks like theyโre having fun~!โ Michelangelo giggled.
โIHIHIโM NAHAHAT!!โ The taller turtle protested loudly.
โYou sure~?โ
โYEHEโ HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!โ
โYou positive~?โ
โYEHEHES!!!โ
โD'awwโฆthatโs a shame~! Maybe thisโll help~!โ The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brotherโs stomach whilst kneading the softshellโs thighs.
The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the otherโs plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, โOHOHAHโ HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!โ
โAnd youโre digging yourself into an even deeper hole.โ Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man.
โMIHIHIKEY!!!โ Donnie cried.
โYeeeeees~?โ The youngest smirked.
โEEHEEโ HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!โ
โAw~!! But I didnโt even get to tickle your shell yet~!โ The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the tallerโs shell.
โMIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!โ The older screeched.
โOkahay, okay, drahahama queen.โ The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the featherโs going back into the box.
The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. โLihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.โ Donatello grumbled through his giggles.
The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, โOh~? So does that mean you wouldnโt wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?โ
โโฆI-I nehever sahaid thahatโฆโ The light golden eyed teen huffed.
โSoooooo, same time next week?โ The smaller teen grinned knowingly.
โโฆWhahatever.โ The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face.
Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, โSame time next week it is, then.โ
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I hope you are well, My name is Janeursural from Gaza, with great sadness I am reaching you today to help move my family members from Gaza to Egypt, My family's situation is getting worse day by day. My mother has an injured foot and needs care and treatment. She has severe pain in her foot, but there is no treatment or care available, and my nieces need milk and food.
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I'm very sorry to hear that you're in such a horrible spot right now. I apologize for not being able to donate, but I will most definitely reblog!