[She/Her] 22 soon to be 23. Someone who is very Tough Starved and loves daydreaming about tickle scenarios SFW ONLY! Please no NSFW blogs, if you follow I WILL block you. MINORS DNI
This was supposed to be for TickleTober last year, but I am bad at keeping track but I'm still proud of this and want to share.
Also this is my first tickle fic in like years so apologies for the quality.
Lee: Splinter
Ler: Little Mikey
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Hamato Yoshi blinked wearily awake, sleep barely leaving him. Well, If he could even call it sleep. It was more akin to his body passing out in exhaustion after 4 days of no sleep. Nightmares plagued him once more, and he was once again paying the price. Joy.
"What time is it?" He muttered and glanced over to the Clock he managed to find. 15 minutes passed 8. That was extremely late for him, He'd be waking his boys by now. Splinter sighed. Yet he'd kill for a few more moments of sleep. The rat felt his Eye lids droop low again, if just for 10 more minutes. Then he'd get up. Just...a few more peaceful minutes. His children were 7 now, and they....usually knew better. His ears tuned into the sounds of the lair. He could hear the TV playing some childish show as well as the chatter of his sons. They knew the rules, they could survive 10 more minutes without him. Yes...just...10 more minutes.
With that, Splinter closed his eyes once more and let out a soft sigh. Slowly his breath started to even out and his body relaxed. In...Out....In....Out....In...Out.
"Papa?" A whispered voice came from the other side of the screen that almost made him jump. Splinter didn't respond, hoping the little voice would leave him be.
It didn't.
The screen door opened, and he heard footsteps softly walk over to him. "Papa?" The voice tries again. Ah, it was Michaelangelo. It'd make sense that his youngest would check on him, but he really hoped his son would grow bored and just go back to playing his brothers. However, the rat was getting increasingly unlucky.
"Papa..." Michaelangelo sounded annoyed, and Yoshi could just picture that adorable pout on his face before he felt tiny hands try and shake him. "Papa Wake up!" It took Splinter some willpower to not laugh at his son's adorable antics. Ah, a part of him wanted to "wake up" just to scoop in his arms to hug him, but a more prominent part said to just stay quiet, and the child will leave.
"If you don't get up....I'll punish you!" Michaelangelo said that with such confidence, mimicking his own words whenever he went to wake his sons. Usually, Raphael or Donatello. Splinter felt the covers being Slowly pulled off him, a slight chill but still he didn't stir.
"Last chance Papa. Wake. Up." This boy was so stubborn yet so so amusing. Once again Yoshi repressed another laugh as he felt the son's eyes bore into his soul.
And then the poking started.
Something Yoshi was still coming to terms with about his new body was the fact it was surprisingly very sensitive. Not that he didn't have his weak spots as a human, but at least he built up a little immunity. Here and now...there was none. His son's small pokes focused close to his sides, itchy but bearable. Splinter breathed deeply to ignore the sensation but then his son started touching his ribs and Splinter refrained from jolting. A more sensitive spot. He felt laughter start to bubble inside his chest threatening to burst like a fizzy soda. The wise master fought the feeling down, yet it was getting increasingly hard. Honestly Splinter was shocked he was this sensitive, another curse with his mutation. He heard another huff of frustration from his child before he felt the poke to his stomach.
He jolted.
It was something that was very involuntary, but he hoped his son didn't notice. Yet then he heard a gasp, before he felt spidering fingers across his stomach.
Damn it.
"Michaelangelo!" Yoshi couldn't hold back those chuckles that bubbled up inside him. Of course, His stomach was his most sensitive spot. He vaguely remembered a few pokes from childhood that would make him burst into giggles, and if he was honest with himself, He didn't exactly hate this. Yes, this was silly and childish, but after days of insomnia and nightmares this was honestly what he needed. To laugh away with the pain and fear his mind plagued him with. Between his laughter, the rat's sensitive hearing picked up Michaelangelo's own giggles. Bubbly and bright as his youngest himself. Opening one of his eyes, he saw just how excited and happy his son was making him laugh. Then their gazes met.
"Hi Papa!" Michealangelo said excitedly before climbing onto his hips. Splinter couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hello my son."
"Are you gonna get up now?" It was such an innocent question. One he should have responded with 'Yes I shall'. Yet that playful side of him, a side of him he was somewhat ashamed of woke up with a vengeance and he didn't stop that silly smirk from etching its way on his face.
"Hmmmm....No." And he closed his eyes once again, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he heard his child's gasp. Then he heard a huff.
"You asked for this!" The boy declared, most likely mimicking someone on his cartoons, and went right back to tickling. Yoshi fell back into laughter, one hand lightly covering his mouth and the other clutching his kimono. He would admit, Michealangelo was very good at tickling which surprised him knowing he was often the one being tickled, either for being "annoying" or just because. It took a bit of willpower, but Splinter kept himself still. Half because he feared moving could hurt his youngest and half....well
Plainly because he found was having fun.
Truly, when was the last time he laughed like this? If ever? The master could not pinpoint a time even as a human. That was…honestly very depressing when he thought about it. However, that thought left him when he felt the tickling fingers hit where his belly button used to be and a strangled noise came from him. His laugh seemed to rise in pitch. He probably looked so stupid.
“MichaelangelOHOHOHO!!!” Looks like a sweet spot was found. His ears picked up another strange sound and his son almost squealed. His fingers stopped momentarily giving him a small reprieve, letting him fill his lungs with much needed air. The master gave his son a confused look on why he suddenly stopped? Yoshi could have sworn he saw stars in his little one’s eyes. Usually that meant mischief was coming.
“Papa you chirped!” He giggled. Yoshi took this time to catch his breath but the child's words sank in. Those sounds…were him. The master felt himself heat up in embarrassment and his fur fluffed up in response. He chirped? He could do that?! If he was anyone else, he’d bury his face in his hands. Yet, he found he could not look his son in the eyes due to his fluster. This new knowledge played over and over in his head. Splinter barely registered the worried “Papa?” before he felt the tickly fingers return which jolted him out of his mind and back into laughter.
“Cheer up Papa! I think your chirps are cute!” He appreciated his son's praise but all it did was make him more embarrassed. Yet that feeling seemed to drift as he allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of laughing with no care. It felt freeing. Relieving. For a brief moment, he didn't have to be the serious and calm sensei his sons knew him as most of the time. He could just be a father, laughing and playing with his son. Yoshi soaked in this strange affection he was given.
His heart was beating, his sides were starting to hurt, his lungs took in all the air they could. Usually, intense training was the cause if not a fight. The fact that this was caused by something so playful and safe…it relaxed him enough to let his guard down. In these silly playful moments, He could just…be.
Soon Splinter found he had his fill from the affection so that's when he moved. In the blink of an eye he sat up, startling his playful captor, and without thought he pulled him close. Soft laughs still coming from him. Michaelangelo made a squeak sound, yet Yoshi felt him curl up in his arms, his head over his chest. There was silence as Father and Son just cuddled close, enjoying the carefree atmosphere surrounding them. When there was slight movement, Splinter looked down into the bright baby blue eyes of his child.
“Good Morning Papa.” He said with a smile. The rat couldn't help but smile back.
“Good morning my Michaelangelo.” He said warmly and gave the boy a nuzzle, making him laugh as he assumed his whiskers tickled him. Ah such a sweet sound, Yoshi was tempted to return the tickles that were given, however a new sound caught him off guard.
“Sensei?” A quiet yet calm voice came from outside his room, and looking up Splinter saw his older three sons staring in with curiosity and a little jealousy.
“Ah my sons, Good morning.” He said with a little smile. Leonardo and Donatello smiled back but Raphael looked at him with suspicion.
“Sensei we heard you laughing, What’s so funny?” He asked with his arms crossed. His cool colored children looked like they had the same question. Yoshi, for all his quick thinking skills, found he could not come up with a good or convincing lie. He knew he did not laugh often, and when he did it was his usual ‘hehehehe’. So, what could he say that would not force him to reveal his sensitivity and allow him to keep some dignity.
“I told papa a funny story.” Michaelangelo's voice pulled him from his thoughts. Oh his sweet child came to his aid, he was getting a cookie later.
“Yes, a very funny story.” Splinter said with a little smile down to his youngest. His older three looked suspicious still.
“Okay…What’s the story?” Donnie asked but Michaelangelo pouted in response.
“Not telling!” Oh yeah, this child was definitely getting a cookie.
As his sons began to bicker amongst themselves over this relatively small manner, Yoshi smiled warmly at the sound. He doubted his sons believed Michaelaneglo’s little tale but that bought him time to come up with a better one. Yet he could not help but feel his eyes become heavy again. All that laughing was enjoyable yet draining. Without realizing it, he let out a large yawn and his children looked at him in slight shock.
“Sensei? Are you OK?” Leo asked with worry in his voice. Splinter just gave his children a guilty smile.
“My apologies boys, I…have not been sleeping well.” He said and his children looked even more shocked, then the older three rushed over to him.
“Sensei get some sleep!!” Leonardo
“Yeah, You'll be even crankier than usual if you don't!” Raphael
“Sleep is healthy! That's what you always say!” Donatello.
His boy's concern for his sleep habits were heart warming yet he shook his head. He was the parent, not them.
“It is alright my sons, besides I must make you all breakfast.” He said beginning to move but he felt 8 hands try to push him back down.
“Papa go to sleep, We'll be ok!” Michaelangelo stared at him with intensity, actually all 4 of them were. Their stubbornness knew no bounds, something they inherited from him and while it was usually an annoying point today it was given a pass.
“....Alright, I shall sleep if it will make you all happy.” He smiled before a serious expression crossed his face. “Do not allow me to sleep past 9:45, understand?”
“Yes Sensei/Papa.” Was the unanimous answer. Splinter chuckled before letting Michaelangelo go and laying back on his sleep mat. His boys immediately “tucking” him in. A sweet gesture none of the less. One by one, he received some sort of affection from his children. A hug from Leonardo, a head pat from Raphael, a nuzzle from Donatello, and a forehead kiss from Michaelangelo.
“Nighty Night Papa!” His little one said but then he heard his smartest groan.
“Mikey it’s morning, You can’t say that!” Donatello lightly scolded him. Mikey pouted.
“What should I say then?”
“Tell him ‘Sleep well’ Dummy!” Splinter sighed at them and sat up a little before another fight could break out.
“Donatello, do not call your brother a “dummy”. Thank you Michaelangelo.” Mikey smiled at that, while Donnie pouted.
“Come on, let’s go watch TV.” Leo said, gently tugging his brothers out. Raph and Donnie went without issue, yet Mikey gave a smile and wave before leaving.
Yoshi watched as his door slid shut, and listened as his children went back to the main room. Their voices were soft, it made him smile as they were being respectful. Letting his head lean back, he let out another yawn as his eyes started to drift close. A paw rested over his chest and another chuckle left his mouth. Splinter felt a warm peaceful feeling inside of him. If he had to describe it, it would be like a hug.
As Splinter's mind drifted into dreams, a fleeting thought drifted by-
I think Splinter has a very Love/Hate relationship with being teased.
On one hand, it makes him feel weak and small. It goes against everything he is. On the other hand, that's kinda why he loves it. That flustered feeling is annoying but fun at the time. It's a contradiction for him.
Unfortunately (or Fortunately) Mikey picked up on this quick and mood depending, he'll tease Splinter endlessly, within his boundaries of course. It's a balance with Splinter, and if Mikey goes too far, Splinter's walls go up for a while. So Mikey has learned when to ease up or stop entirely.
On a more fun note, Mikey goes to Donnie for teasing tricks and words. Donnie does know what it's for and he's only too happy to help.
ik I had asked whether you do headcanons for characters beside Splinter, but I reread the headcanons you made last time and now I think you've gotten me addicted😂
Prompts J, K, P and V for Splinter 2012
LMAOOOOO!!!! YES JOIN ME BESTIE!!!
Tickly Alphabet!
J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?
As a Ler, he loves seeing his kids happy. While he can be distant at times, He is aware (mostly) that they go through hell and back. Splinter only wants his children to smile even through the tough times.
As a Lee, the freedom to not be serious and stoic. The freedom to just laugh away his fears and anxiety. The freedom to just....be.
Tickling is a form of escapism for him and a way to bond with his family. Something not rough like fighting, but something silly and simple.
K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?
This man knows how to use his claws to his advantage. Scratching a certain spot just right to get the most giggles out of his lee. It's a moved that's both fear and anticipated.
P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?
Splinter is very flexible with team ups. Be it holding someone down or helping with the tickling, it doesn't matter what role he plays he does it well.
V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?
He doesn't really have favorites, but if a child seems sad or needs affection, he'll target them. If he's bored and in a ler mood, he tends to target whoever he knows won't put up a massive fight that day.
lol you're so right about Mikey continuing the game
he'd definitely try to tickle the rat man but Splinter won't let him unless he earns it and even then it would probably be a private thing between him and Mikey. Almost like it's their special thing
i imagine Splinter and Mikey have private training sessions to improve Mikey's focus and during those sessions, they goof off a lot and have some father-son bonding time (with tickiing involved from time to time)
I seriously wish we got to see the two of them interact more in canon. I love how they're in sync with each other sometimes like that ep where donnie invented the smoke bombs and Mikey said he'd go get Splinter and threw the smoke bomb and when the smoke cleared Splinter was already there 🤣
or the time Mikey was listening to music and still managed to catch Splinter's punch without looking
you can't tell me those 2 didn't spend time together
Mikey is literally the only turtle to call Splinter 'papa' in canon
Absolutely agree.
I feel like there are times where Splinter just needs a break from the constant stress and anxiety of raising his kids, and (not) dealing with his trauma which are moments where Splinter allows himself to be tickled without pushback. Mikey gives his father that break without teasing and just gives him tickle cuddles.
AND YES!! These two absolutely spent time together! They are so much more similar than the fandom gives them credit for! Splinter is legitimately, a massive sweetheart who is silly, whimsical, and copes with his trauma with humor EXACTLY like Mikey.
ALSO, that is his youngest! His baby! Splinter probably spoils and indulges his antics a little more than his brothers.
you made a post about Splinter recently and I just wanted to say that if he was ever a lee, it would be in a situation where he's indulging whoever is tickling him
just like how he was holding back with the turtles in "I, Monster" and Leo managed to land a punch on him, would someone be able to tickle him and think they outbested him when really he's the one who's letting them tickle him
I imagine that he used to train the turtles as kids by playing a form of hide and seek with them to improve their stealth skills
he'd give them time to hide and go searching for them. If he found you he'd tickle you and you'd be out of the game
the turtle who won was the one that managed to sneak up on him and ofc the turtles being cheeky would try tickle him whenever they snuck up on him
and just to humour them he'd maybe let them win sometimes and let them tickle him for just a little before stopping them
as the turtles grew up such games stopped and I doubt any of them tried to tickle him after that cause they respect him too much to do that anymore but Splinter secretly misses playing such childish games with them
Omg Anon are you me lol?
Yeah, no I completely agree. If you are tickling Splinter, its 100% because he's allowing you. Since he if doesn't want something to happen, you will probably get thrown off.
I will say, I don't the games stopped completely. I think Mikey still tries and once a blue moon, Splinter allows it.
The Problem with writing about Lee!Splinter is I know this man wouldn't be a Lee, even if he was held down. He would fight to not be tickled, and Would quickly retaliate with anyone who dares to attempt it.
BUT
Splinter also always the one in control, always the strict and wise sensei, and probably extremely touch starved. And scientifically, rats are very ticklish and plenty like it! (Mood depending)
So, I say wreck the man, He could absolutely benefit from tickle cuddles. Let him laugh and be carefree for once.
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Lee: Leo🐢💙
Ler: Mikey🐢🧡
Summary: Mikey has noticed throughout the week that his oldest brother has been acting…off. Call him paranoid all you want but he just…he just knows something’s up with Leo. And the youngest of the Hamato brothers’ is determined to figure out what’s bothering they’re leader in blue.
Warnings: Tickling and spacing out (just for a tad bit though). If you are uncomfortable that please scroll down- this fanfic is definitely not for you :)
(A/N: T*EST DNI. I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS PUT THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF MY FICS- I DON'T WANT THOSE PEOPLE GETTING CONFUSED. THEY'RE BROTHERS U DISGUSTING ASSHOLES. UR ABSOLUTELY NASTY IF U SHIP T*EST-! THATS COMMON SENSE!!! GUESS COMMON SENSE ISN’T THAT COMMON, HM?)
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Call Mikey paranoid.
Call him a worry-wart.
But his eldest brother, Leonardo, has been acting…off. And it’s been absolutely dreading Mikey inside this whole week to ask his eldest brother what was wrong. Leo’s been quiet, more than he usually is and even that alone is saying a lot. The oldest has been training with his swords non-stop, meditating like crazy and practicing speaking Japanese fluently, and not really talking to Mikey or his brothers, only if it had to do with those topics.
Which…now that Mikey thinks about it, it does sound like everyday Leo. But he just knows that somethings wrong with the leader in blue…there’s got to be. Maybe Mikey is worrying too much, he is known to turn little things into a big deal after all. But on the other hand, he has been living with his brothers his whole darn life, if anyone would know if something was bothering one of them, he would know! …probably.
And…now that Mikey thinks about it…
Leo hasn’t watched any Space Hero’s episodes this week…
Yup. Something was up. Mikey knew that for a fact now and you couldn’t tell him otherwise. But the real question is, what can Mikey do about it? Leo was very…closed off about his negative feelings, and didn’t like talking about them at all. Even though it was completely healthy and normal to feel negative emotions; literally every emotion is! His eldest brother told them that several times himself!
And yet, Leo never talks to Mikey or their other brothers about his negative feelings! Tch, what a hypocrite.
And…maybe this is partially Mikey’s fault as well. Mikey has always falled for Leo’s “older sibling worry™”, but Mikey has never really worried about him that much. Sure, when Leo’s injured during a fight or he sees his brother patch up a bruise from training he asks if he’s okay…but other than that Mikey doesn’t ask him that question often.
But it’s not like Mikey didn’t care enough to ask Leo that! He does! He really does! But the thing is…Leo’s always they’re leader, they’re older brother, they’re protection. Leo’s always been the one that’s just…been there for Mikey and his brothers- ways that even they’re Father can’t compete with and the youngest can’t be anything more but grateful for that.
And…the sad truth is Leo isn’t just they’re leader or protection, under all those labels Leo’s just a kid. An amazing, strong, independent kid who has more on his plate than any other 15 year old should. And it seems Mikey, including everyone else AND Leo, forget that sometimes…
“MICHAELANGELO!” Mikey jumped from off the couch in the living room at the sudden random yell of his name, pulling him out of his thoughts. Mikey grabbed his nunchucks from off the cushion. He began to swing them, looking around the lair in hopes to find whomever called his name. “Who’s there?! How do you know my name?” The youngest turtle demanded, swinging his nunchucks faster and doing complicated tricks with them.
“Mikey-“
Without a second thought Mikey closed his eyes and swung his nunchucks, coming in contact with a figure and them hitting the ground. Mikey opened his eyes and looked around before sighing in relief. A couple seconds after that the youngest heard a groan underneath him and looked down to see his older brother lying face flat.
“Wait- Raph???” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchucks to examine his brother that was lying on the floor groaning lightly. “What’re you doing on the floor, bro?” Mikey chuckled, confused and intrigued to hear as to why his brother was currently kissing the lair floor. Raph slowly got up from off the floor; massaging the right side of his head as he glared at the youngest.
“I was comin’ to check up on ya after I finished nappin’, but ya nunchucks just wanted to get to know my head better I guess…” Raph huffed, crossing his arms around his plastron and shaking his head. Mikey stared at Raph confused, his nunchucks wanted to get to know Raph’s head better?
Wait…
The youngest gasped in horror, going to his older brother and giving him a bone crushing hug. “Oh my god! Raph I’m so sorry! I spaced out and you know how I get when that happens so when I heard someone- apparently you call my name I just I dunno- reacted! I’m so sorry, is your head okay?!” Mikey rambled, releasing Raph from the hug and grabbed his head, shaking and examining him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He continued to shake Raph’s head up, down, and to the side, making sure there weren't any bruises or cuts anywhere.
Raph struggled but soon got out of Mikey's surprisingly strong hold on his head. The second oldest turtle sighed and patted Mikey’s shoulder, giving him a genuine smirk. “I’m okay, lil bro. I was just jokin’ with ya, the hit wasn’t even that hard.” Raph chuckled, now sitting on the couch as Mikey followed, sitting next to him.
“Are you sure…?” Mikey asked, fiddling with his fingers and looking up at Raph, guilt very evident on his face. “Positive.” The older replied, wrapping the younger into a side hug as the orange banded turtle fully gave into the hug. After a couple of seconds the two released from they’re embrace. The older went to grab the remote and turn on the TV, putting on some random channel before turning to Mikey.
“What’s got you so freaked out like that anyway?” Raph asked, concern written all over his face. Because, yeah, the nunchucks did hurt, badly. Obviously! I mean- they’re nunchucks. C’mon now. Raph’s a strong guy but he’s not that strong for the hit not to hurt. He just didn’t want Mikey to feel worse than he already did.
There’s only been a couple of times where Mikey spaces out, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him that he just…reacts when he’s able to get back to reality…if that makes sense. All those times being when he was around 7 or 8 years old, or sometimes when he’s really stressed about something. So for him to do it right now is a bit worrying…
Guess old habits die hard.
“It’s Leo…” Mikey said, looking down. Raph’s eyes widened, starting to get up from the couch to grab his sai’s that were on a table, which were just a couple steps away. “What- what happened? Is Leo alright?” Raph asked. Did he miss something important while he took a 2 hour Power Nap? What could possibly have happened in the 2 hours he was taking a nap?! …you know what? No. Why would he even wonder that? The universe has a way of making him and his brother’s lives a literal hell in the key span of 24 hours, who’s to say it didn’t max down to 2?
“What-? No! Nonono! Nothing like that! Leo isn’t in danger or anything!” Mikey reassured Raph as he guided him back on the couch. The older glared at him, slapping Mikey in the back of the head causing him to playfully yell. “Don’t scare me like that again, man…” Raph sighed in relief, at least his older brother wasn't hurt. Physically at least…
“Just…I feel like something’s up with him…y’know?” Mikey sighed. The red banded turtle nodded, letting Mikey know he was listening. “Why don’t you ask him about it then?” Raph asked. “I don’t wanna bother him, though…” Mikey said, slumping on the couch and looking up to the lair’s ceiling, in hopes to find the answer right there. But there was no way it would be that easy…it never is.
“Look. We all know that Leo can be…Leo.” Raph said, wrapping Mikey into another side hug resting his chin on the top of Mikey’s head. “And you know how he can be when we try to get him to talk about his negative feelings; he gets defensive. Which, honestly, I get. It’s hard talking about your negative emotions sometimes.” Raph started, recalling many times where he second-guessed himself to talk to his family about his feelings.
“But we all have to talk about it eventually, because stuffing those kinds of feelings inside yourself is like stuffing an already full suitcase; one of these days it’ll burst. And you will face the consequences and be left to clean it up.” Raph said, releasing Mikey from his hug and smiling at him. “I’m not the best at this whole big bro lesson thing, but just talk to him, Mike. Just talk to him.” Raph smiled, squeezing Mikey’s shoulder comfortingly.
The youngest beamed at that,“Thanks Raph! You’re the best!” Mikey cried, squeezing Raph into a hug. The red banded turtle squaked at the sudden contact, patting Mikey’s head comfortingly before both of them let go of each other. Mikey got up and ran to his eldest brother's room. Now 101% determined to figure out what was bothering his eldest bro. I mean, what could go wrong?
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Leo wanted to go up to the surface and jump off the nearest building’s window in hopes he would get absolutely crushed by the upcoming cars of New York City. Which, he knows he shouldn’t say or think…but he really can’t help it right now.
He’s in a Lee mood, a bad one. And he doesn’t know what to do. Like any normal person, they would go and ask a family member or close friend to tickle them, right? Right.
But Leo couldn’t do that.
He just couldn’t.
It’s not like he doesn’t trust his family enough to ask. But he’s the leader, they’re protection, but most importantly, he’s they’re older brother. And he can’t be asking for such childish things out of his younger brothers. He just wouldn’t. So he would do like he did anytime he got into a Lee mood and just…deal with it until it subsided.
Annnndddd now he’s sulking like a little baby because he can’t just simply deal with it. Wonderful.
Just…
Wonderful.
The blue banded turtle sighed, flopping on his bed and burying his face in the pillow, letting out an annoyed muffled groan followed by a couple giggles soon after. Whoever designed pillows, Leo would probably want to marry that person right now because if the groan and giggled weren’t muffled from his pillows, his family would have run into his room, asking him a bunch of questions. Which Leo wasn’t in the mood for. Again, he was in the mood for something else…but he wouldn’t ask for it. There was no way.
Speaking of family, Leo heard a knock at the outside of his door, slightly flinching at the sudden noise. Leo groaned from under his pillow, taking a deep breath, “Who is it?” Leo asked, trying his best to sound at least decent but probably failed. “Hey, Leo!” Mikey greeted, inviting himself into the eldest room, closing the door as he entered. “Hey Mike, what’s up?” Leo asked, getting his head from under the pillow and sitting up on his bed, facing the youngest.
Mikey cleared his throat, going over to Leo’s bed and sitting on the edge of it annddddd oh man. Mikey didn’t plan ahead this far. Mikey sat on the edge of the eldest bed, opening his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Mikey kept his gaze away from Leo and fiddled with his fingers, trying his best to at least say something but his mouth was not communicating with him at the moment.
The oldest saw the youngests’ fiddling with his fingers in his lap, Leo’s gaze softened as he got out of the covers and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. “You…do know you can tell me anything, right?” Leo said, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. The youngest looked at Leo, face hardening. No! Nononononono! He wasn’t going to fall for this, not again. Not. Again.
This isn’t about him right now, it’s about his eldest brother. That’s the whole freaking reason he came here! To ask if he’s okay! Like hell is he going to change the worryness (A/N: Is that even a word? Worryness? Eh. Whatevs) onto him.
“You should take your own words into consideration, Leo…” Mikey mumbled, turning his face away from Leo, resting his head on both of his palms looking down. Leo looked at him in confusion, sitting closer and pulling him into a hug, resting his chin onto the top of Mikey’s head. The younger leaned into the touch, sighing sadly.
The two knew each other were upset, and wanted to help anyway they could. All of the Hamato brothers might be different people with different personalities, but one thing through all of them stayed the same…
They were stubborn as hell.
“What do you mean, little bro?” Leo asked. The youngest sighed again, resting on Leo’s plastron. “You’ve been kinda…uh I dunno.” Mikey started, “Distant this week?” Mikey said as if he was asking some sort of question, even though that was far from it. He knew his brother was being distant this week.
“Oh…” Leo said flatly, almost as if he was expecting this kind of confrontation about this. Leo figured this would happen sooner or later, just wasn’t expecting it this soon. The two brothers looked at the ground, both not being sure on how to continue the conversation.
“Just…I dunno…I feel as if you’re avoiding us? You’ve been training more than you usually do, doing a lot of mediation, more than Splinter, and you haven’t even watched any Space Hero episodes!” Mikey listed, finger curling into a fist before releasing in soon after. “I…I just wanted to ask if you’re okay…” Mikey said, starting to tear up about the fact that he realized he has never asked that question to Leo before.
“Well…I-“ Leo’s face soon turned a shade of red, the blue cladded turtle released from the hug put his face in his left palm, groaning. “I want to tell you Mike, I really really do but it’s just…embarrassing.” Leo said, looking at the ground, still blushing.
“…Did you get a girlfriend?”
“What? No-“
“Boyfriend then?!? HAH. I KNEW YOU WERE GAY! Raph and Don owe me $50 dollars each and a free pizza!”
“What- why would you- you guys bet if I was-“ Leo pinched the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath. That’s a topic for a different day…
“No, Mikey. I don’t have a significant other.” Leo said, chuckling a bit. Mikey groaned dramatically, flopping on Leo’s bed. “C’mon dude! You can just tell meeee! I promise I won't make fun of you!” Leo sighed and crossed his arms, still looking down.
“Or do I have to tickle the answer out of ya~?” Mikey teased, getting up and starting to wiggling his fingers near Leo’s side as a taunt. Leo started giggling and holding Mikey’s wrists, but not pushing them away at all.
Wait.
This seems so freaking familiar…
When Mikey was about to come into the room, he heard Leo giggling and he swore he saw the blue banded lightly poking himself in the side and skittering his fingers along his own stomach…
Why didn’t Mikey figure this out sooner?!
Leo…
Leo was in a Lee mood…
“Wait…that’s it isn’t it?” The youngest turtle said gasping, “You…want me to tickle you, don’t you?” Mikey grinned as he saw his brother turn a red shade that he couldn’t describe. “Don’t say that out loud.” Leo groaned, getting the courage to glare at his little brother.
Leo looked at his brother before groaning again. “This week I’ve felt…y’know….” Leo said, waving his hands trying to symbolize what he was trying to say because like hell was he going to say the dreaded word…or anything close to it by that matter. Leo began wiggling his fingers lightly before stopping. “That.” Leo said as Mikey listened.
“But…why didn’t you tell us, Leo? We would have understood and we would’ve been more than happy to tickle you!” Mikey said, stopping wiggling his fingers and relaxing on the end of the bed next to Leo.
The oldest sighed, a sigh Mikey knew too well.
With being the youngest, Mikey knew the kinds of sighs Leo did and what each of them meant. Sometimes he did a “Please-stop-joking-around” sigh or an “I’m-older-than-you-therefore-you-have-to-listen-to-me-” sigh, but this one was definitely a “You-wouldn’t-understand” sigh. “That’s- That’s not the same Mikey…you all are younger than I am.”
“…so?”
“So, that means that I can’t get into these weird…funks. It’s childish.” Leo said in a very relaxed tone, as if what he just said wasn’t the absolute dumbest thing Mikey has heard. And that’s saying a lot since the orange banded turtle has heard Donnie talk loads of times, and anything coming out of his immediate older brothers mouth is automatically dumb.
“That’s complete and utter bullshit!” Mikey yelled, getting up from the end of the bed and facing Leo. The oldest flinched slightly at the volume change but continued to look at the floor.
“First, I don’t think you seem to remember, Leo, but we’re quadruplets- dude, we’re the same age. You might be the oldest of us, but not by that much. And secondly, you’re a child too. We’re 15. You don’t have to worry about being childish because you are literally a child!”
“But-“
“Is me, Donnie, and Raph asking you to tickle us childish?” Mikey asked, crossing his arms across his plastron, recalling too many times where he and his other older brothers got into Lee moods and asked Leo to tickle them. “No of course not!” Leo interjected, looking at Mikey and getting up from the bed, eyes widened.
The youngest smiled at the reaction and went back to sit at the end of the bed, anger now gone from before. “So why in the world is you asking one of us to tickle you considered childish, hm?” Leo blushed a bit harder as he kept his gaze at the ground. His little brother actually has a point…which is a first.
After a couple moments of silence the youngest went to sit next to Leo, happy that his eldest brother could see where his reasoning to “being the oldest therefore asking for affection is bad” made no sense whatsoever. Leo sighed for like the millionth time today, putting his hand over his face and slowly dragging it down.
“So…if I asked for you to…to uhm, do uh, yeah. Would you…would you do it?” Leo asked timidly, which was something the orange banded turtle really never saw his older brother express. Mikey only chuckled at the older, beaming happily, “Dude, duh. Why do you think I made that epic speech about it being okay for you to ask for tickles?” Mikey said, crossing his arms and nodding his head in confirmation.
“So…can you…can you do the thing?” Leo asked, blushing again, “If…if you don’t mind-“
“Dude, of course! Literally all you had to do was ask!” Mikey smiled, wrapping Leo into another hug. Mikey then suddenly pushed Leo on the middle of his bed, sitting on top of him before wiggling his fingers over him teasingly. This was also something Mikey didn’t plan out either…the orange banded turtle wasn’t even sure where Leo was ticklish…which made the youngest feel a bit more guilty for not asking him about his Lee mood sooner. But he was gonna find out where his older brother was ticklish, obviously. How hard could it possibly be anyway?
“Just use the code word when you want me to stop, okay?” Mikey said. The oldest firmly nodded as Mikey began to lightly skitter his fingers around his brothers sides; the only spot Mikey knew for a fact Leo was ticklish, recalling too many times where he tased him in the side during training causing the older to stiffen and cover up his sides. Which he was doing right now, actually.
Leo squinted his eyes shut as he hugged his middles and tried to squirm away from Mikey. The younger laughed at how squirmy the older was suddenly but after a couple seconds he was switching between kneading, scratching, and prodding at Leo’s sides but his older brother's reaction was still the same. And he hasn’t even laughed yet! Not a single giggle!
“C’monnnnn! Laugh already!” Mikey whined as he picked up the pace with his side tickling tactic, moving up and down Leo’s sides. The youngest then moved to tickle Leo’s neck, causing Leo to suddenly squeak at the sudden six fingers on the sides of his neck and burst into a somewhat high-pitched laugh, kicking his legs and holding Mikey’s wrists.
“PFF-! NoHoHOh! DahaHaHAmmit!” Leo giggled in defeat, cursing himself for not being able to hold in his laughter any longer than a couple seconds. But Mikey happily smiled, finally being able to make his older brother laugh. “Hah! Works every time: never let them know your next move!”
Leo wholeheartedly glared at Mikey through his laughter as he poked Mikey in the plastron where his lower ribs would be- one of Mikey’s known death spots. The orange banded turtle squealed at the touch, twisting and turning on top of the eldest as Leo continued to tickle him. Oh that little cheater. “HEHEY! Hehey! NohoHOH!” Mikey giggled, wholeheartedly glaring back at Leo who only stuck his tongue out at the younger.
And here Mikey thought he was the little shit of the family.
“Oho you are gonna regret that, Leo” Mikey said as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms. The older screeched, kicking his legs on the bed at a faster pace. “OHO MY GAHAHAD- WAHAIT! NAHAT THEHERE!” Leo cried, as he thrashed underneath as his legs kicked along the bedsheets. Leo put his arms down as he still was holding the youngers wrists as he evily evily traced in his underarm.
“MIHIHIKE! MIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEASE!” Leo laughed loudly, blushing a light red because as much as the older one was enjoying this, it was so embarrassing. Mikey was barely tickling Leo, and he was kicking and thrashing like a little kid. But again, he was enjoying this so he won’t complain.
“That’s what you get for tickling me, bro! I’m the Tickle Monster as of right now and no one tickles the Tickle Monster!” Mikey chuckled at Leo, now beginning to pick up the pace with his tickling at Leo’s underarms. The older whined through his laughter at the change of pace, trying to buck Mikey off of himself but the younger stayed sturdy on Leo’s waist as if it was glue. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRY! Leo yelled.
The younger one laughed at Leo’s reaction to the new pace, deciding to turn it up a notch as he kneaded the sides of Leo’s underarms causing him to do a girly-like shriek and descend into mad-like cackles. “And here I thought the underarms were Raphie’s death spot!” Mikey said teasingly, “You’re literally squirming like a fish out of water!” The orange banded turtle taunted as the older face only reddened more at the teases.
“SHUHUT IHIHIT-! MIHIHIKEY GEHET OHOUT OHOFF THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Leo belly laughed as Mikey only chuckled at the older’s hysteric pleas. “Ihi can’t dude! My hands are completely stuck!” Mikey laughed. If Leo wasn’t laughing his shell off he would have rolled his eyes at that comment, but he can’t. “NAHAHAO THEHEY AHAHAREN’T!” Leo yelled.
“Yehes they are! It seems your amazing incredible strength is keeping my hands here~!” Mikey laughed brightly, completely loving this situation. If you know Mikey you know for a fact that he loves making his brothers laugh, especially Leo, who out of all the turtle brothers laughed the most. So this situation was like pure heaven for Mikey.
Mikey then easily moved his hands out of Leo’s underarms, shaking his hands out before cracking them a bit for dramatic effect. Ugh! Leo knew Mikey could have gotten his hands out anytime he wanted! He just wanted to be an evil little gremlin! Amazing incredible strength my ass. Mikey then held up Leo’s left as he used his other hand to tickle the olders stomach.
And if Leo was yelling earlier, then he was completely screaming up a storm now. Leo hit his free hand at Mikey’s hand, trying to cease Mikey’s cruel attack but when he was close to removing his hand, the younger would suddenly move to a different spot on his stomach, tickling worse where he was in the other spot.
“Awwww, Leo! I’ve never gotten to see you laugh like this, dude! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, as Leo’s face turned a deep crimson at the compliment. The older shook his head back and forth, trying to stop the tickling sensation but decided to just give up and accept it as he falled limp on the bed and laughed to his hearts content. “AHAHA NAHAHO! NAHAT THE THEHERE!” Leo laughed louder, tears beginning to prick out of his eyes. “MIHIHIKE *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
Mikey immediately stopped tickling Leo, putting his hands to his own chest in alarm at the noise. The blue cladded turtles’ face slowly began to turn a light crimson again, but now his face was a shade of dark red no one would be able to describe.
Leo covered his face completely with his hands, groaning the completely embarrassing noise he just made. The youngest of the twos’ startled look soon morphed into an evil smile, crossing his arms over his plastron in amusement.
There’s no freaking way…
“Oho my gohohod…did you just snort?” Mikey asked cheekily. “Noho ihi dihihidn’t…” Leo lied, almost regretting even asking for Mikey to tickle him…almost. “Dude you totally did! Do it again!” Mikey said as he suddenly dipped his head into Leo’s stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry causing the older to completely lose his mind in snorts and squeals. “AHA! PLEHEHEASE! MIHIHIKE! *snort* IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!” Leo cried, still not fighting back but his legs kicking around all behind Mikey only causing the younger to giggle.
“Raph and Don are gonna get a kick out of this~!” The orange banded turtle said into Leo’s tummy, blowing raspberry upon raspberry not even stopping to give the older one a breather. He wanted to make Leo have a fun time but this was also revenge in some way as well.
“Y’know, your upper body has been getting a lot of attention. Let’s see how ticklish your lower body is, big bro.” Mikey smiled, turning around to Leo’s lower body which caused him to start slapping the back of Mikey’s shell, trying to forcefully push him off.
“EEEAHAHA! NAHAO *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo isn’t even sure why he’s screaming bloody murder right now, he doesn’t even know if his lower body is ticklish! But based on the past couple of minutes it wouldn’t be too high of an estimation to say his lower body was just as ticklish.
Mikey poked the middle of Leo’s thigh, causing Leo to let out a glass shattering shriek as Mikey only smiled at the reaction. “Leheeo whahat was thahat?” Mikey amusingly asked. Leo, too embarrassed to even respond just groaned and waved his hand for Mikey to go on with it, knowing there was no stopping his little brother now.
Mikey began to mercilessly squeeze, prod, and knead Leo’s thighs, even sneaking behind his knees and giving them a little pokes before going back to the thighs. Leo was in utter hysterics, not being able to stop Mikey and was forced to kick his legs and uselessly hit the back of his shell.
But obviously none of those tactics works as the younger happily tickles the sh*t out of his thighs. “NOOHOHO NAHAHAH! NAHA- *snort* MIHI- *snort* STAHAP!” Leo wasn’t even able to form a single sentence before going into loud cackles once again.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHA- *snort* MEHEHERCY *snort* MIHIKAHAHEEY!” Leo cried, finally having enough. The younger sighed but got off his anyways, letting the older take a breather as he sat next to him. “This isn’t over, dude. I still have to tickle some other spots y’know.” Mikey said as he poked Leo on the stomach causing him to let out a soft snort before he poked Mikey back on the side. “Whatehehever…” Leo breathlessly giggled, scared but…honestly excited this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be able to mess around with his brother like this.
“Ahand thahanks, Mihihikey…I appreciate thihis” Leo smiled at Mikey. Now looking back, Leo doesn’t know why he was so afraid to tell his brother what was making him so upset. They’re brothers. They’re family. And like Mikey said before: Leo is a kid. He’s allowed to mess and play around with his brothers. So what if he's the leader? He’s a kid too. And it’s time Leo started realizing that.
“Any time bro, literally anytime!” Mikey chirped. After a couple moments of silence a lightbulb went off in Mikey’s head as he slowly turned his head to the oldest grinning like a fool. “Y’know what I just realized?” Mikey said, leaning on a pillow on the board of the bed. “Whahat?”
“You can’t say Leo without the Lee, get it? Lee-o?” Mikey joked, nudging Leo in the side, his eyebrows raising up and down comically. Leo rolled his eyes wholeheartedly, playfully shoving Mikey’s face away giggling still; due to the aftermath tickles and Mikey’s funny joke. “Ihi gehehet ihit yohou dohork…”
“Just something I thought I’d share.” Mikey shrugged, smiling. Leo rolled his eyes again, now adjusting his place on the bed so he sat next to Mikey. The younger rested his head on Leo’s shoulder as the older leaned in to the touch. “Well thanks for sharing…” Leo muttered. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, Leo’s giggles now subsisted as the two just enjoyed each other company.
“We heard screaming, are you two okay!?” Raph asked as he slammed Leo’s door completely open causing the oldest and youngest to fall flat on the floor due to the sudden noise and force. Raph gave out a tiny “oops” before getting out of the doorway to let Donnie in who was following him earlier.
Mikey and Leo both exchanged glances before bursting out laughing. The two middle children looked at each other than back at the oldest and youngest complete confusion. “I’m gonna take those hysterics as a ‘yes we are completely fine”?” Donnie asked as him and Raph helped the both of them up so all the turtle brothers were standing. “Yeah, we’re okay.” Leo confirmed as Donnie and Raph relaxed at the olders confirmation.
“Oh! Which reminds me…” Mikey grinned, looking back at his older brother with a Cheshire grin before turning to his two other siblings. Raph and Donnie looked at each other again before looking at Mikey. The two middle children were so so confused as to what was happening as of right now but figured it would be best not to ask any questions. “Raph, Don, I have a little secret about our eldest brother-“
“Mikey-“
“And I’m sure this secret will…how should I put it? Tickle your funny bone...”
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HUZZAH. FINISHING ONE OF MY WIPS- I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED U GUYSSSS I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE IT WAS SM FUN TO WRITE
“Alright...well, that wraps that up. You’re all good to go, Mikes.” Donnie said as he finished wrapping the youngest’s arm up in bandages.
The orange banded turtle smiled slightly, giving his immediate older brother a tight hug which the other gladly returned.
“Thanks…” The smaller turtle said, burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck as they embraced.
The scientist in purple smiled softly at the gesture, resting his chin on the top of the younger’s head, “It’s no problem. After all, it is what I do.” He said casually, slowly breaking away from the hug as he put the remainder of the bandages to the side of the Med-Bay counter.
Michaelangleo nodded, hopping down from the Med-bay bed and putting on his signature orange hoodie that was resting on a clothing hanger. Donatello let out a soft snort, raising an amused eyebrow ridge at his immediate younger brother, “Whahat’s with the random wardrobe change? You look like a bloated frog.”
The baby blue eyed turtle let out a feigned gasp, clutching his chest dramatically, “Fihirst ohof all: fuck you. And second of all: I look haaaandsome in this!” He huffed, “Don’t you agree, Leo?” The orange cladded teen said as he turned to the eldest who was sitting on the other bed.
But Leonardo did not make a sound…or…literally any acknowledgement that he even heard the youngest.
The leader in blue was looking at the tile floor; his eyes glossy as he fiddled with his fingers absentmindedly.
Donatello sighed, resting his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, “…Leo’s been…shaken up since the ambush; you know how he gets. He’s most likely making up a wholeeeee simulation in his head on how he could’ve 'protected us better…'”
Mikey hummed lightly, crossing his arms and looking at the eldest who was genuinely oblivious to the staring, “…What a weirdo…”
“Yeah…he is.” The young genius commented back, shaking his head fondly, “But he’s our weirdo.”
“Ohoooo no. Noooo no no no no. That was way too freaking cringy…even for you, Dee.” The younger teen fake-gagged, pretending to throw up as Donnie only snickered at the immature action.
This is what he gets for trying to be sentimental in front of his younger brother…
As the freckled face mutant continued with his antics, amping it up a million notches as Raph came in…the tallest turtle couldn’t help but catch a glance at his big brother once again.
Leo looked…so dejected…so…so lost.
Donnie exhaled sadly, rubbing his hand anxiously.
…Splinter would know what to do at a time like this…he always knew what to do at times like this…
Then…worried green eyes met an unsure russet.
Raphael walked to his immediate younger brother, squeezing his hand gently, “…You okay, Don…?”
Donatello cleared his throat, his free hand flapping near his thigh…
…God, he missed his Dad…
…He missed him so fucking much…
“I-I’m…fine. I’m fine.” The scientist insisted, gently squeezing his older brother’s hand back, “I just…need to patch up Leo and talk with him for a bit…”
“Aye aye 'Captain.” Mikey saluted, giving Donnie a quick peck on the cheek before skedaddling away to the lounge area.
The middle children rolled their eyes fondly at the youngest’s actions as the green eyed one of the three let go of the tallest’s hand, “…You sure you’re okay?”
“…Y-Yeah…y-yeah, I’m okay.” Donnie grimaced, “Now please go to Mike before he decides to blow up the entire lounge area…” He snickered lightly.
“Blowing up things is your job, Einstein. But I’m on it.” The elder snorted fondly, walking to the exit before turning his head slightly back to his brother, “Oh— and just so y'know: we’re watching Toy Story 3 in the living room in a couple of minutes.”
Donatello let out an amused huff, “…Ihis this your way of rushing me?”
“Mmmmm…kinda.” The red banded turtle hummed, shrugging slightly.
“Ihi’ll be as fast ahas I cahan, Raphie…” The taller turtle giggled as he watched his immediate older brother waltz out of the room, “Oh! And don’t start the movie without us!” He yelled from Med-Bay, closing the main doors as he turned all of his attention to his eldest brother…
…Oh. boy…
“Hey, big guy...” The scientist started off softly, slowly going over to his big brother with his signature med-kit.
The blue banded turtle looked up almost immediately at the sudden voice speaking to him, being forced out of whatever void he was staring into.
“Hey, Dee…” The elder smiled…although the smile looked more like a forced one…
…Donnie didn’t comment on it.
“Hey, man…” The younger greeted again, slightly cringing at the sound of his own awkwardness, “How’re you holding up?”
The smaller turtle blinked at the question, “I’m not…holding anything...”
Donatello snickered softly at the answer (a typical Leo answer), resting his med-kit on the table as he got out some bandaids and other supplies, “I mean, like…how are you doing? Are you doing alright?”
The blue banded teen shrugged, “I could…be better. But I’m with you guys, so…I can’t complain…that much anyway…” He finished bluntly.
“Amen to that.” The taller turtle hummed before turning back to his brother, “But before I start…is there anywhere that’s, like, really hurting that you want me to take a look at first? And most importantly: are you okay with me touching you right now or do you want to do the physical stuff later?” He asked as he grabbed his med-kit and a couple other unused washrags.
“Just my arms hurt, I guess. But it’s just from cuts…nothing major I don’t think.” Leonardo muttered, “And I’m okay with being touched right now…th-thanks for asking.”
Donatello chuckled softly, “Gotta make sure my big bro’s a-okay.” He grinned, giving the other a thumbs up and getting a disinfectant wipe as he cleaned the cuts on Leo’s arms.
Heavy silence weighed down the two, almost like a huge weighted blanket.
Accept this silence was not comforting in the slightest…
….It was loud…if that made sense.
“Soooo…” The taller turtle started, “The Foot took us by complete surprise, huh?” The young scientist exclaimed to try and start a subtle conversation, “You would think that after we beat them every. single. time…they would learn to back the fuck up…”
“Ow.” Leo muttered subtly as the russet eyed mutant cleaned a wound on his shoulder.
The younger grimaced, “Sorry…I’m being as gentle as I can.”
“Well, please be more gentle?” The other winced.
“Suck it up but also that’s what she said.” Donnie remarked sarcastically, getting more rubbing alcohol and putting it on the other’s shoulder before putting a bandaid on it.
The blue eyed mutant winced at the contact, glaring at the ground as scene’s from just an hour ago unfolded in his mind…
…Jesus fucking Christ…
…How could he have been so. damn. stupid…?
He was supposed to lead his brother’s to victory…not lead them to a legit ambush and straight up failure!!!
What would have Splinter said?
…What…could he have said?
They all could have died because of Leo’s own foolishness…
He had one job.
One fucking job: make sure his brother’s get out of every mission safe and unharmed…
But he couldn’t even protect himself when it came to it…
So what kind of delusions was he feeding himself to make himself even remotely think he could protect his family?
“Woah! Woah woah woah! Hey! Hey…” Donnie’s eyes widened in panic as his older brother slowly started to crumble to tears, although, the younger teen could tell that the eldest was desperatelytrying to hold them back despite his efforts.
“Leo, I-I was just joking about the whole 'suck it up' thing. Y-You know that…right? I was trying to be funny, which…o-obviously backfired.” The second youngest mumbled guiltily, holding Leonardo’s hands in his as he rubbed the top of his knuckles gently.
“I-It’s n-not that…” The shorter teenager mumbled back pathetically.
“So…what is it then…?” Donnie quietly asked, his grip on his brother’s hands tightening just a bit as the other refused to answer.
And almost like an everlasting reminder, the heavy silence weighed down on the two mutants once more.
“Leo…” The purple banded teen urged lightly as the eldest wiped his eyes with his free hand, sniffling as he looked at the ground, “I-It’s nothing…forget i-it.”
“Lee…” The taller turtle urged on.
“F-Forget it…please...” The eldest silently begged, wincing at how fragile and weak his voice sounded, “J-Just forget it.”
“I can’t 'forget' about something when it’s obviously bothering you…” Donatello smiled gently as he sat next to his brother on the bed, wrapping him in a loose side hug that left the smaller turtle to accept or deny…
…Which he very much accepted.
Leonardo rested his head on the other’s shoulder, squeezing his little brother closer to him like a lifeline.
“I just…” The sapphire eyed teenager sucked in a breath, blinking back tears as he buried his face into Donnie’s shoulder, “…I-I just worry so…much about you and Raph’s and Mikey’s and April’s and Casey’s safety and I…I just can’t!”He exclaimed, overall sadness and shame overcoming and overwhelming him immensely.
“Why…W-Why do I keep worrying about things that can’t be changed no matter what I do?!” The older mumbled, finding it quite humiliating how…brittle his voice was now.
But let’s be honest…it always did sound like that.
He was supposed to be calm.
He was supposed to be collected.
He was supposed to be calm and collected.
…Not…whatever this was.
“I was worried about going out on today’s mission and look what f-fuhucking happened!!!” The sapphire eyed teen laughed bitterly, hugging himself as if his own comfort was the only comfort he felt like he deserved at the moment, “We got ambushed by The fucking Foot…” He grumbled, glaring hatefully at the floor.
“I-I just want you all to be o-okay.” The leader in blue choked out, “I hate seeing you all hurt and only being able to do something about it after the event that caused said hurt has passed…”
The smaller mutant sniffled, wiping his face with his palm, “…Eheven then I can’t do much.”
“I-I j-just…” Leonardo stuttered, “I-I just w-want you all to be o-okay…”
And just like that…the berating silence visited once again, making Donnie stiffen almost like a stone hard wall as he looked at the other turtle’s completely downtrodden expression.
The taller teen reached to gently hold the other’s hand, and his eyes only softened more when his elder brother moved his hand out of his reach quickly and quietly.
The russet eyed mutant fidgeted with his fingers anxiously, “Leo…listen to me, please—”
“No…N-No, stop.” The sapphire eyed mutant said almost immediately, desperately trying to build back up the wall he built between him and his brother…
…Except this time instead of building this wall with cement…he built it without anything to support the bricks at all.
“It…I-It doesn’t matter, okay?” Leonardo sniffled, wiping his eyes desperately with one hand and digging his hand into his thigh. The taller teenager sighed sadly, scooting closer to his brother and holding his hand, squeezing it gently and reassuringly, “Yes…it does.” The younger said with a stern tone; not an angry one…just stern.
“I don’t want you to disregard your feelings, okay? This matters. Your feelings matter, Lee…” The taller said as he just now realized he still had the gloves he put on earlier on.
The second youngest of the mutant family quickly went to take off the disposable gloves and put them into the trash, going back to the bed and sitting next to Leonardo, interlocking his fingers with his.
And, man…
Leo’s hands were really ashy. Like…chalk ashy.
…Eugh.
Maaaaybe having those gloves on wasn’t such a bad idea…
The russet eyed mutant locked eyes with the smaller, making sure the other knew he meant every word he was saying, “This is about you right now, okay…?”
The blue banded teen stiffened slightly at the other’s sudden firm voice, looking down at his own knees as he rubbed his thigh with his free hand anxiously.
Donnie’s eyes softened once more for, like, the fourth time this hour at the eldest’s anxious demeanor, going into his pouch and giving his brother a stress ball, which the blue banded turtle gladly took.
The second youngest sighed, “I-I’m not angry at you, okay?”
The other looked at the taller doubtfully.
“Don’t look at me like that!!!” The russet eyed teenager huffed, “I might be frustrated that you’re pushing down your feelings in order to 'protect mine'…but I would never be mad at you.” He emphasized, “Never.”
But then, the purple banded teen then jokingly hummed in thought, lightly rubbing his brother’s knuckles with his fingers, “Well…there was that one time you swapped the house sprinkles and replaced them with salt for my ice cream…I was mad at you for that.”
And thank God Leo cracked a small smile; rolling his eyes and giggling slightly at the random comment, “Okahay thahat was an accident…”
“You put food coloring on the salt! 'Accident' my ass.”
The eldest just laughed harder at the memory, “Yohour fahahault fohor falling fohor ihit…”
The second youngest sighed dramatically, “Gaslighting the victim at its finest, I see.”
The purple banded turtle then lightly bumped his brother’s shoulder, squeezing his hand one last time, “I do need you to know, though…it gets better, Leo…okay?” Donnie said with..so much love and compassion and just utmost respect for his older brother.
“…Does it…?” The sapphire eyed teen murmured.
“It does.” The other assured, “I-I know it doesn’t feel like it right now…but it does.” He said, examining his brother’s readable but yet unreadable expression, “…You don’t believe me…”
“And why should I?” The other quietly and carefully asked.
“…Would I ever lie to you?”
“…No.” Leo concluded as he sniffled, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder as the taller mutant chuckled, “And I’m just gonna be blunt here…you’re a worrywart.” Donnie snickered.
“Hey!!” The young leader huffed.
“And you worry and stress about a lot of things.” The young genius exclaimed, “And that’s okay. But what’s not okay is you disregarding those feelings.”
“You’re our big brother for Christ sake! I would lowkey be kinda worried if you didn’t worry about us.” Donatello laughed, “But you have to trust that we’ll be okay in the end. We have each other…and personally? That’s all I really need…”
Leonardo’s eyes shined slightly, burying his face in his brother’s upper plastron, “L-Love you…”
“I love you too, shortie.” Donnie smiled softly as he gently squeezed the other against him before letting go and getting up to put the rest of the medical kit things away.
“So…how do I look Doc McStuffins?” The leader in blue grinned cheekily as he wiped away his excess tears.
The younger rolled his eyes fondly, “Okay, well first of all: fuck you. And second, your okay. Just a couple scratches…nothing major.” Donnie said as he disposed the rest of the dirty cloths and disinfectant wipes in the trash.
“But if I see you training at all for the next two weeks I will personally burn your entire Space Heroes action figure collection.” Donatello huffed.
Leonardo’s eyes widened, “…You wouldn’t.”
Donatello raised a brow, smirking, “Wanna bet?”
The eldest sighed in defeat, looking down at the ground and pouting slightly, “No…”
Donatello chuckled at the other’s demeanor, going in front of him and holding his hands gently, “But you have to promise me something.”
“Hm?”
“Talk to someone if you feel shitty about yourself or something!” The purple banded turtle huffed, flicking his brother’s forehead, “You know better than anyone else here that bottling up feelings just ends up badly.”
“And put some damn lotion on. Your hands are ashy as hell.” The russet eyed teenager said, holding back a snort as his older brother stammered over his words at the random order.
“Wohoah wooooah, pause pause pause!” The blue banded turtle giggled, waving his hands, “I thought we were having a moment!”
“We were!” The russet eyed mutant laughed, “I just need you to put some cream on. It’s bothering me!”
“Everything bothers you…” The leader in blue grumbled under his breath, getting up from the bed and getting lotion which was on one of the desk tables. “Better?” The older said sassily as he put the cream on, raising an eye ridge to the taller teenager who just snickered in amusement by his sassiness.
“Much better, ash baby.” The taller chuckled, sitting down on the bed as the smaller followed.
“So…what now?” The sapphire eyed teen hummed.
“Well, I dunno if you heard but Raph and Mikey wanted to watch Toy Story 3…” Donnie said.
“Of course they did…” Leo laughed fondly, “And here I thought I cried enough today…”
“…You sure you’re okay, though…?” The other asked.
“I mean, yeah…” The sapphire eyed mutant shrugged, “I just wish I knew what to do when stuff like this happens…”
“…Like Dad did?” Donnie mumbled.
“Like Dad did.” Leo nodded, sharing a small smile of remembrance with the younger.
Donatello nodded, getting up for a quick second as he took off his mask and washed his hands in the Med-bay sink. The eldest quickly and quietly followed, washing his hands as well before drying them.
And…remember the silence?
The shell crushing berating silence that he couldn’t stand for more than 0.1 seconds…?
…Well, it was gone now…
But it was replaced with comfort. And quite personally that was way better than just straight up awkwardness…
Leonardo put on a comfy hoodie as his sibling did the same, the both of them ready for the movie night about to unfold but…not quite ready.
If that made sense.
“Awkward sibling hug?” The russet eyed teen said as he stretched his arms out, causing his sibling to chuckle, rolling his eyes.
“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” The sapphire eyed mutant laughed fondly. “I was making a reference!” Donatello exclaimed as he pouted slightly. “Just come here!”
The shorter turtle just fondly rolled his eyes once more, embracing his younger brother. Donatello gave the other a comforting kiss on the cheek, causing the blue cladded teenager to stifle a small giggle.
“JESUS! Dohon!” The older one shouted, hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder before letting out a small snort, “Noho Dohon whyhy…?”
“Because I love you? Duh.” The other laughed, holding his sibling against his plastron tighter as his free hand danced around the leader’s sides.
“Ihi knohow thahat!” Leo squealed, “Yohou don’t need to fuhucking kihihiss me to show IHIHAT! SNRT NONOHOH WAHAIT!!” He cried as his brother pinched up and down his ribs like a harp. “IHI CAHAN’T!!”
“IIIiIIiI cAaAaaan’t..” The young genius teased.
The leader’s face turned the lightest of pink, shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed, “DOHON’T MIHIHIMICK SNRT MEEHEE!” He demanded.
“Been there, done that.” The other shrugged casually, giving small kisses in the crook of the smaller’s neck, causing the smaller in question giggle’s to raise a million octaves.
“EHEHEHEW!!!” Leonardo complained through cackles, “SCREHEHEW AHAFF!!”
“Notice how you’re still in the hug though.” Donnie commented, stopping and giving the other a quick squeeze before letting him go.
“Shuhut snrt up…” The sapphire eyed mutant huffed, almost jumping out of his shell as the second youngest poked him one more time before opening his phone notifications.
Text from 'RAPH-A-HELL', 2 minutes ago:
'WHAT IS TAKING YOU GUYS SO DAMN SO LONG DID LEO LOSE A LIMB OR SOME SHIT???!!??}{{>'
Donnie sighed as he texted his older brother back, sighing louder as his other older brother peered over his shoulder to see who he was texting.
Nosy ass…
'We’ll be right there, Raphie 😗'
'YOU SAID THAT AN HUPOUR AD FITENN MINUTES AGO 😡😡😡😡😡🥺'
'*😡!!!!'
Leo quickly snatched the phone from Donnie’s grip, quickly typing something before handing it back.
'Yeah yeah Mr. Cranky we’re coming 🤡🤡🤡🤡👺👺👺🤑🤑🤠👹👿😈👾💩👻'
Donnie held back a snicker as he looked at the text, putting his phone in his pocket as Leo grinned in satisfaction. “Lemme guess…” Leonardo hummed, “He left us on read.”
“Can you blame him? Those emojis you put looks like they came straight from hell…” The taller remarked as they walked out of the Med-bay, heading to the living room.
aaaa i finally decided to try my hand at coming up with some prompts! and since I just came up with them, I also decided that i’m doing to open prompts again! send in a number that corresponds with the prompt (you can send in multiple numbers!) and a pairing (romantic/platonic) and i’ll do my best to make it happen! have a lovely day~
A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)
I personally doubt he does anything super heavy. He knows and recognizes someone's limits. However, to calm someone down, he always gets a cool glass of water, a towel if they're sweating, and a nice conversation.
E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?
As a ler, there's no visual expression. He just gets in a playful mood and usually just picks the one he thinks he needs cheering up or Mikey. Splinter does prefer to strike one on one with his Lees, much more personal and less room for potential embarrassment.
As a Lee, you think he's HONEST about this? Lmao No! However, he does subtly fidget with his sleeves and look tense. Unless you can read Splinter well (i.e be Mikey) Its usually undetected.
H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?
A Ler, He likes to prioritize sweet spots to get the most laughs out of a lee.
A Lee, He squeaks sometimes and will sometimes covers his mouth.
Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?
While I think He'd just straight up say "No.", Personally I think there's a few seconds where he freezes which gives whoever asks the answer :D
T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
Splinter plays its stupidly serious. He'll say stuff like "Oh What is so funny? I apologize, My humor is lacking" Or Frame it as a Training Session
As a Lee, he can't tease his ler but they sure as hell tease him!
