Summary: Mikey has a cold and he has a coughing fit in the middle of the night, but his big brother would never leave him alone.
A/N: This...Is what happened to me tonight. I'm writing this at night, I can't go back to sleep. I have a clogged nose and I woke up to a coughing fit, I'm better now tho. DW abt me 🥹🥹🥹 LY AND ENJOY 🥹💗💖🫶🧁💕✨
TW: Coughing and feeling like wanting to wanting to vomit
⚠️T-CEST DNI I WILL END U LIKE J.F. KENNEDY⚠️
Coughing Fit
Mikey suddenly woke up. As soon as he was awake, he started coughing uncontrollably. He felt like his nose had just been shoved into a lake and then taken out after ten minutes. It was clogged, and I mean CLOGGED. He felt his throath sore as fuck, like he hadn't had a glass of water in centuries. He couldn't shake off the horrible feeling of the cough, he was coughing like crazy. He sprinted out of his room and rushed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, turned on the lights and went straight to grab tissues from the cupboard. He started to blow his nose, he used five tissues just for that. After getting out some of the clogging, he started coughing again. He felt like he was gonna throw up. His bros and the others had sushi night to make him feel a little emotionally better, and now he was feeling like project everything into the toilet...all of this for a cough. Suddenly, the door opened:
-Mikester? I heard you, need help?
The orange themed turtle turned around and saw Leo smiling at him with a sweet expression:
-I... don't worry Leo... I'll be fine.
Just then, Mikey was interrupted by another coughing fit. His older brother made him sit down and gave him his medicine.
-You forgot, to take It before bed...here I gotcha buddy.
Mikey took the pill, swallowed It and then took his syrup. Leo gave him a fresh glass of water, and then took him to bed again.
-Thanks a lot, Leo.
-Don't even mention It buddy...I had to help you.
Mikey snuggled in bed, while Leo sat next to him. The older turtle caressed his brother's head.
-We just gotta wait until the medicine kicks in...
The box turtle buried his face in the pillow and mumbled:
-I'm sorry...
-For what buddy?
-'Cause I fell sick...right in Summer.
Leo put his hand on Mikey's cheek.
-Don't ever apologize for something like that, honey.
Just as Mikey was about to relax, another coughing fit came. Leo rubbed his brother's back, to calm his down and letting him know that he was there. After the coughing fit was over, Mikey finally breathed in relief.
-Geez...I don't think I can go to sleep with this hell in my throat...
Leo raised his eyebrows and asked:
-Really? Is It that bad?
-You know that scene from Epic the musical...the scene in Sixhundred strike where Poseidon gets turned into brie cheese? Well...kinda like that pain, but at least I didn't drown sixhundred masochist man-children that were being gentle parented by their captain slash king.
Hearing that, the slider chuckled.
-Wehell...what if I told you that I can put you to sleep in few minutes?
The orange themed turtle looked over his brother in curiosity.
-Huh...really 'Nardo?
-Hmh hmh! Exactly! But I need you to lift up your shirt.
Mikey look at Leo suspiciously, but then he tought "Eh, sure why not".
-Ok! Here...done. Now what?
-Now...leave it up to Big Bro~
With that, Leo leaned onto Mikey's tummy and, before Mikey could even realize, his brother blew a massive raspberry right in the center.
-Grrr~ the Tickle Monster Is here to eat you up Mikey~
As Leo continued to raspberry his brother's tummy all over. The blue turtle did this all the time to him when they were tots. Whenever Mikey was laying with his tummy exposed, Leo always made sure to tickle It. That was because Mikey's laughter always made him feel happy...so joyful and colorful.
Mikey was laughing so hard through small coughs, Leo laughed with him:
-Awww here's my baby bro~ with your tickle~tickle~ticklish tummy~
The older turtle slowed down after every cough with tummy kisses. He planted them near his sides and where his belly button was supposed to be. That made Mikey's screams go up to and octave
- Mhm~ this tummy is delicious! Just like your giggles Mikey~
After a few more nibbles, Mikey's started coughing again, so Leo slowed down again. After the cough was over, the Blue themed turtle said:
-You ready Mikes?
-Fohohor whahat?
-For the raspberry of your Life!
Mikey's eyes grew big
-Leheheo Nohoho!!! Ihih'm gohohonna dihihie...
-Hey...tell me when you're ready, alright?
Mikey nodded and took a deep breath, preoaring himself for what was coming. And as he was processing everything, the loudest and biggest raspberry ever was placed onto his tummy. He screamed while feeling the tickling sensation on his plastron.
Leo just continued until Mikey started to get tired. He slowed down the tickles and rubbed them away:
-Soho...feeling better?
-Yehehes ahahahactually...thahanks a lohot Leheon...
-No worries baby bro...Just close your eyes and get some sleep now...
As Mikey closed his eyes to sleep, Leo kissed his forehead and left him to rest.
Mikey was sure gonna take a week to recover...but It wasn't gonna be hard with the best brothers ever right by his side.
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SCHOOL IS OVER THANK YOU JESUS- I finished this fic I had planned since APRIL. Well...TOMORROW I'm turning 15...still can't believe It.
I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED (I'm not sick anymore lol this was from 2 Months ago) AND LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK
If I may request a Rise fic!! I’m a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leo’s been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please don’t feel rushed and make sure you’re taking care of yourself ^_^
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.” Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly.
“Well maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless I wouldn’t need to.” Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
“I’m not a baby, Don. I don’t need to be supervised like I’m some bomb triggered to explode.” The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.
If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brother’s action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the other’s hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, “If you’re going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting what’s going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.”
“You can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isn’t going to fly away.” The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “What I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?”
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, “I do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?”
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brother…
…No matter how much he deserved it.
“I’m not planning on screaming at you— that won’t help anyone or anything.” The purple banded turtle explained calmly…but you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence.
“But you want to.” The red eared slider pressed on.
“Leo…please. I don’t want to argue right now.”
“We’re not arguing. We’re just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?” The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.
When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.
It always worked with Raph…which the red eared slider didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through it…
…And Leonardo despised it.
“Nardo…you know what I’m referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.” The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
“I sadly do not know what your referring to.” The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, “Care to enlighten me, Tello?”
Donnie’s expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brother’s absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subject…but the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
“I’d love to.” The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leo’s closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brother’s sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldn’t reach for it.
The red eared slider’s cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doing…
…He physically could not leave from this conversation…literally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the other’s serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.
“What you did during today’s mission was completley reckless and idiotic, Leonardo…and you know it.” The second oldest said, “I had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!” Donatello seethed.
“We’ve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!” The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
“I’m not done.” The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brother’s genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at all…
“Just…stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like you’re just expecting the rest of us to just watch. We’re your family…and most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.”
“Well ihisn’t that hypocritic!” Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, “Hyp…uh…hypocrotic? Hyp…Hypocratic…?”
“Hypocritical?” The older deadpanned.
“YES! THAT WORD!” Leo said, “When we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikey…what did you do?”
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, “…I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.”
“Exactly.” The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, “And how is that any different from what I did, hm?”
“BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!” Donatello shouted, “I planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the ground…” The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, “But I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.”
“…I saved you, didn’t I…?” The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatello’s blood to absolutley boil.
“That’s not the point!!!” The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
“Then what is?!” Leo said desperately, “Because from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.”
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, “I’ve been trying to be a better leader—“
“Leo—“
“—For you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do there’s always something I’m doing WRONG!!!” The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
Which…it did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actually…
“I saved you! I-I didn’t even get hurt by doing it but somehow there’s an issue…” The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, “There always is…”
“Leonardo can you please just listen to me?” The older twin said in irritation.
“But Don I’m—“
“No, Leo! Just listen! That’s all you need to do!” Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, “I don’t want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you don’t have a plan!” The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
“Oho so now you don’t trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?” Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
“I…” The young scientist’s eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!” The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, “This is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.”
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted to help and be the leader his brother’s deserved…
But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?
"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!” The elder cried, “What would’ve happened if Raph didn’t come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!”
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, “I-I’m sorry, Donnie—”
“Or would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so you’d have no weapon to defend yourself.”
“You don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurt…I freaking loathe it.” Donnie rested the back of his head on Leo’s door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
Jeez…when the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch now…
And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twin’s expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, “I care about you…so fucking much, okay…?” The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, “Your my twin…my little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurt…physically or emotionally…so please just…”
The young scientist’s eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be following…at all.
Leo’s eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape.
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he can’t fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when he’s worried…
But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, Donatello…wonderful. job.
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brother’s wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brother’s shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
“Nardo…” The softshell started, squeezing the other’s hands gently, “…Are you with me, bud…?”
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.
“God…Nardo I’m so sorry…” The older muttered, “I don’t…I don’t know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t of yelled…I-I just…” Donatello sighed, squeezing his brother’s hands once again. “I’m not angry with you. I…I was just frustrated.”
“Well, no…let me rephrase: I am angry with you— livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-seven…”
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brother’s fingers as he spoke, “…Why seventy-seven?”
“Albert Einstein died when he was seventy-six…I can and will outlive him.” The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, “But back to what I was initially saying…I know you meant well. You saw that I was in trouble…and you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You don’t think of what happens to you…you just do it because you’ll know if you do we’ll be alright…”
“I-I just…I just wanted to protect you…I-I just wanted to help…” Leo tried to explain.
“I know. I know, Lee…” Donatello sighed, rubbing the slider’s knuckles gently with his thumb, “But you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.” The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twin’s forehead’s touched.
“You’re getting hurt— or at the very least almost getting hurt. We’re feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shit…but you can lead well without doing that…okay?”
Leo fiddled with the other’s fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, “I’ll…try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in trouble…I just…react. I don’t really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. But…I’ll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too reckless…you can just tell me…deal?”
“Deal.” Donnie nodded, squeezing Leo’s hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twin’s eyes with his hoodie sleeve, “Now please stop crying or you’re going to make me start crying.”
Leo snorted, examining the other’s now tearing up expression, “I think it’s a bit too late for that…”
“GAH! FUHUCK!” Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
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“Leo…don’t you think you’re getting a bit too big for this…?” Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the older’s shoulder. “Noooope.” Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', “'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.”
“…I said I was sorry…I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I was just concerned…”
“I know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.” The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didn’t mind the other being so clingy.
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo would’ve been pushed to the floor by now.
The two twins shared a comfortable silence…well…a semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen felt…off. His younger brother had this…look in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didn’t even know how to explain it.
“…There’s something else on your mind.” The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. “Uhm…no there isn’t. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.” Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.
Very convincing Leo…very convincing.
“Don’t even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You can’t argue against that kind of logic.” The scientist said matter-of-factly.
“What are you, Spiderman?” The younger snorted.
“We shall never know.” The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, “Now stop deflecting. Spill.”
“…Can you…adjust my elbow braces…?” The red eared slider muttered.
“…Why can’t you do it?” The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.
“I like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?” The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, “Pleeeeeease?”
“Ugh, Jesus— fine. But drop the pout…you look ridiculous.” The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brother’s arm as he readjusted the braces.
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the other’s left arm brace, tracing his twin’s elbow to make sure it was healing correctly— which the slider couldn’t help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, “…Why are you squirming around so much?” Donatello asked in confusion.
“…No reason.” Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.
“Yohou okay…?” The glasses wielding mutant giggled.
“I-I’m fihine!” The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. “EEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!” The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientist’s neck which the older turtle couldn’t help but let his heart melt to.
“Oh.” Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are…”
“Snrt I-Ihihi’m nahat ticklish. I juhust don’t wahant your hand thehere…”
And isn’t that quaint.
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasn’t ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
“…Right. So…you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twin’s ribs. “EEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!” The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brother’s plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brother’s futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, “Nahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or you’re gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
“N-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!” The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the other’s plastron, his eye’s widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boy…
Donnie grinned, sitting on the other’s thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the slider’s side, “That’s better~!”
“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!” The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go down…he would at least go down fighting.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, you goof…” The older twin chuckled.
“B-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!”
“'Gonna' what, exactly?”
“TihiHICKLE ME!!”
“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crook’s of the younger’s neck.
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, “GAHaha— snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!”
“What’s wrong, Leo? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish~?” The older teased.
“Snrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHI’M naHAT!” The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his hand’s free from the other’s grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brother’s stomach.
The lime green eyed teen’s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brother’s grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge.
Leo’s laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brother’s hand went sloooooowly to his stomach.
“N-NOHO NONONONO DAHA— snrt DOHON!!” The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldn’t help but giggle to.
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the slider’s plastron, making the younger turtle’s laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.
“DOHON’T snrt DOHON’T DOHOHON’T snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!” Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brother’s embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the younger’s stomach while he wasn’t looking.
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, “HAHAHAHELP!! IHI’M SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!”
“I’m quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.” The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, “And here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! You’re making up a whole dance routine right now!” He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.
“S-Shuhuhut snrt up…” The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientist’s brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, “Hm…you know, Lee—”
“Dohont call snrt me thahat!” Leo giggly interupted.
“Uh-huh. Well, Lee…did you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?” The scientist said.
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Soho?”
“Soooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. I’d be forever in your debt if you could—”
“NO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!” Leo squealed, reaching for his brother’s wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
Sigh…Leonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasn’t just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the slider’s underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.
“NAHAH AHAHAHA— snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHA— snrt OHOHOUT!!” Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.
“What~?” Donnie hummed inocently.
“GEHEHET AHA— snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!”
“Awe…why~?”
“BEEHEECAUSE IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!!”
“And?” Donnie chuckled, “That sounds like a you problem, little brother.”
“AHHHAHA— snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”
“Pardon…what was that?” Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leo’s hip met his thigh. “N-NONO— snrt NAHAHAH!! I CAN’T— snrt PLEHEHEASE I’M snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!”
“Nah…I think I’ll just stay riiiiight here for a bit…” The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brother’s arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.
“…And you know what, Lee~?”
“WHAHAHAT NOW?!”
“I’m feeling…kind of famished.” The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Joker’s as he saw his younger brother’s face pale.
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brother’s arms as he giggly protested, “PLAHA— snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHON’T!!”
Donnie pinched his brother’s thighs unforgivingly, “You should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.”
“WHAHA— snrt WHAHAHA— snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!” The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brother’s adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leo’s hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the other’s plastron, “You don’t even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?”
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brother’s shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his younger’s stomach, making sure to move the other’s hands away any time he tried to push at the young genius’ head.
Donnie didn’t feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴍ on! And those were trademarked…as you can wonderfully see.
“God…can you get more ticklish?” Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared slider’s knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leo’s stomach.
“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAH— SNRT DAHA— SNRT DAHUNNO!!” The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twin’s shoulder.
Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
“Jeez…I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?” The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
“PLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHI’M GOH— SNRT GOHOHA— AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!” The smaller teen pleaded.
“Do you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?” The older hummed.
“YEHEHES!!” The younger cried loudly.
“Do you promise to go easier on yourself?”
“YAHA— SNRT YAHA— SNRT YEHEHES!!!”
“Do you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love you—”
“MY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!” Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.
“Y-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheee…” The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
“And where’s the fun in that?” Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.
“Ahand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!” The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twin’s forehead cheekily.
“You tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.” The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
~Hiiiiii @pockysfluffiez! I told you I’d double revenge; it just took me forever. A nice drabble of our hyperfixation babies to keep us fed. This duo holds a special place in my heart 💖. I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Casey
Ler: Mikey
Summary: After some self-deprecating talk, Casey needs to be reminded of how amazing he is. Mikey's just the turtle for the job.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
“WAHAhahait! Ihi’m sohohorry! M-Mihihikey!” Casey tried to curl in on himself, flailing beneath the orange-clad turtle.
“You’d better be! And I’m not Mikey right now. I’m Dr. Delicate Touch.” Mikey tweaked one of the boy’s hips, listening to the little squeal it earned him. He’d normally be all about teasing the boy for it, but he had something else to focus on. “What’ve I told you about talking down to yourself?”
“To nohohot tohoho!” The time traveler was in stitches, thoroughly regretting his choices for the day.
The other turtles were seeing a movie they weren’t interested in, giving Mikey and Casey some time to hang out. They were just casually talking when Casey made a jab at himself. Just an off-hand “yeah, I’m bad at a lot of things, nothing new” while discussing the Lou Jitsu game he’d attempted to play.
Mikey was NOT about to let that slide.
“Do I need to get on Leo? Is he teachin’ you to talk about yourself like that?” Mikey drilled into Casey’s underarms, knowing rougher tickles were both more enjoyable and more effective with him.
The ravenette snorted, tossing his head back to cackle. It really tickled, but no amount of squirming or rolling around was helping him. He forced out a “no” between gasps.
“I don’t buy it, but thanks for trying to protect him.” He backed off Casey’s pits, moving to poke around his stomach. A stray poke or two to the navel made the boy snort, but his laugh definitely calmed down a bit. Mikey didn’t want to push too far, after all.
“I would let Dr. Feelings handle this, but I think you’re beyond his help,” Mikey huffed, hovering a claw above Casey’s hip. “This is a job for Dr. Delicate Touch.”
“W-wahahait, wahait! Nohot there!” Casey hunched his shoulders, trying to protect and curl in on himself. Mikey wasn’t attacking there yet, but his threat had clearly been made.
“You are good at things, you are capable of doing things well, and you’re an amazing friend!” Mikey gave the teen’s hip a little poke to ennunciate each point. “Say it back.”
“B-buhut- GYAhaha!” Casey’s protests were cut off by a sharp poke to both his hips. Message received. “Ohokay, okay!”
“I-Ihi’m good at thihings, Ihi’m capable of—stohohohop!” Casey whined and shoved at Mikey’s hands, blushing red as a fresh cherry. The turtle was wiggling his fingers threateningly above him, giving him “motivation.”
“I’m just waiting for you to say what you gotta say, man.” Mikey grinned, wanting to make sure he got his point through. Casey needed to quit thinking about himself like that, especially joking about it. If tickling him silly would do that, then Mikey would tease him as long as he needed to.
“Uhuhuuuugh… I’m cahapable of doing gohohood thihings, ahand…uhuhuh…” Casey yelped as Mikey’s fingers shot down, faking out at the last moment. “C’mohohon! I forgohohot!”
“That you’re an amazing friend. Ain’t got all day, Casey. My fingers are getting bored.”
“Fihine! I’m a gohood friend.” Casey huffed and looked away, hugging his middle. It was flustering to admit those things about himself, but he knew it would be better than whatever Mikey was planning for his hips.
“Hmm…I'll take it.” With one last teasing squeeze to Casey's hips, Mikey backed off, lying down beside the ravenette.
“Ohoho my shell, yohou're terrible,” Casey groaned, shoving at the orange-clad turtle’s shoulder. His entire face was a lovely shade of red, his hair frizzed up from thrashing about.
“Maybe, but you're awesome. Stop saying otherwise.” Mikey shoved back, chuckling as Casey stuck his tongue out at him. They were still being silly, but he wanted to make sure he'd driven his point home.
“Fihine, fine. I'll work on it, okay?” Casey ran a hand through his hair, catching a few knots. Yep, he'd seen that coming; rough-housing always got his hair tangled.
Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!
Lee: Donnie
Ler: Magic
TW!: CUSSING!
Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)
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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.
He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where, you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.
"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"
Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know."
"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"
You see, Mikey had taken to Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along- albeit very much against his will.
Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger before following behind him timidly. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly dressed people.
The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned with a smile to greet him, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.
"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"
"YOU! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"
The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. She then immediately darted away, likely to warn the town of the intruder, leaving a screeching Donnie to jump as a yellow zap shot towards him. The bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.
A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder teen tried to figure out what the magic had done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.
"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"
Donnie didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and he was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.
"Donnie! What is going on?!"
Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.
"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad went to reach for the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.
The sensation was getting worse. It was like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.
The softshell wasn't standing for long though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.
Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.
Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those dumb-dumb witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.
An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing; Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, which was now laced with fear for his safety. The ticklish feeling swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.
Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"
Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, Donnie cracked into a smile, just barely holding onto his resolve with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
The youngest interpreted the strange facial expression as a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, and making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?
"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"
Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing as the smaller lifted him into the air. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"
The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip and land flat on his butt.
The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"
First thinking that his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. That is until he leaned forward to look at his brother's face, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.
Wait.. What?
"Dee, this isn't hurting you, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. The teen felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.
"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"
Donnie hiccuped, apparently making an attempt at formulating a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"
An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!
The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.
"NOHOT- HIC! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- HIC! HELP MEHEE!"
Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"
Donnie lurched forwards, trying to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"
"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"
A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."
"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- HIC! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHERS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH! OFF, NOW!"
"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."
There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked over his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"
Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point! From his neck, to his hips, even all the way down to his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.
"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!
The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, just continuing to buck and squirm.
"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which... there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, silent apart from his brother's screaming.
"Wait- they want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm, then how about I get you out of here?"
At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting from his sibling as soon as he touched him.
Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle shell in the other arm, internally grateful for his mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..
"HAHAH- HIC! HIC! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE- HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.
"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a whole mutant turtle in one arm.
A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, the more Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."
As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist slumped into himself, bringing his knees to his chest and hiding in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.
"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, before shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"
Donnie nodded, earning a hum in response from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. hic! ever let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."
Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."
The softshell lifted his head, his bleary eyes meeting his brother's.
Hello! May I ask about a rottmnt lee turtle sibling!reader (gender neutral) fanfic? It happens to be the lair games and the reader finally decides to join in the sibling rivalry. But one of the challenges is a tickle fight and since the reader is a giggle bug (a.k.a they giggle a LOT and they are a walking tickle spot) their older brothers decide to gang up on them first cause of 2 facts, 1 the reader is the easiest one to defeat in tickle fights, 2 the reader has been quite good at the lair games up to this point and their older brothers have been quite envious and surprised the reader has been on lead this quick.
I'm sorry if this is too much to ask for or is something you'd rather not write I understand! And if you do accept this ask then take your time don't rush, Welcome to the community BTW and have a great day/night!!!
UR SO NICE ANON. ☹️☹️ I feel so welcomed already ahhhehehehr..... I don’t watch a lot of ROTTMNT but i deff tried my best 😭😭 I'm sorry it took so long ss.school has been beating my ass
« The Lair Games w / T-Sibling!Reader !! »
Honestly, your brothers were getting tired of your continuous victory's during the lair games, but they knew that this next challenge, you would fold instantly.
Includes: ticklinggguh
Lee: GN turtle sibling!reader ,
Ler’s: Raph , Leo , Donnie , Mikey
Itteration: ROTTMNT
Words: 651
Oh, you were on a winning streak tonight baby.
At first you were hesitant to join in on the lair games your older brothers had created, but after lots of begging and pleading (and puppy eyes from Mikey), you finally agreed to join.
And you were destroying them!
“Oh come on!” Leo threw his hands up in the air and groaned due to you having beaten him in the shell bowling game, managing to beat him by 1 maniquin.
"And that means I won. Mic drop!!" You celebrated.
"Yes, yes," Donnie walked out of the makeshift hospital room he was in after Leo purposefully accidentally broke his ankle. "You have won. This game." He looked at you with such an evil stare you swore you could see satan taking over his soul. “However, you all seem to have forgotten the last, most important game."
The last game? There was more? Oh well. You knew that whatever it was, you could defeat them, just like you’ve done with every other game.
“Give me your worst.” You said with a confident smile.
All four brothers turned to look at you with devious grins. What were those big guys thinking of…
“If you say so,” Leo responded with a shrug.
Before you could question their stare, all four of them jumped towards you and yelled “TICKLE FIGHT !!!”
Before you could react any further, Raph held you down (due to being the biggest and strongest) whilst the three others instantly began their attack.
"Wh- WAHAHAHAIT!!" You screamed as Leo focused on tickling your exposed armpits, Donnie attacked your poor stomach and Mikey was repeatedly squeezing your thighs.
You desperately thrashed around, which was difficult considering you were pinned down by pretty much all four of your brothers.
"What? You said to give you our worst." Leo grinned, re calling what you had said earlier.
"And besides, you're the easiest one to defeat, you little tickle bug!" Mikey teased with a huge smile on his face.
And that was true...
You had always been the victim of tickle fights due to being the most ticklish. The second there was a tickle fight around, everyone would stare at you.
Raph chuckled. "All you have to do is wave that white flag, (y/n)."
No way. You were going to win this, no matter what.
"NEHEHEVER!" You managed to free your right arm and quickly covered your side.
"Hey!" You heard Leo complain. "Oh, you're in for it now!"
And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, Raph was quick to grab your arm again as Leo went full force on your right armpit and side, sitting on your chest to imobalise you further.
"NAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE IM SAHAHAHAHARRY!!!" You pleaded, but Leo didn't stop.
"Surrender, (y/n)!" Donnie said enthusiastically as he moved down to your hip bones.
You were getting wrecked over here.
"We won't stop until you admit defeat!" Mikey held your thigh in black so you couldn't kick it around as he continued squeezing it.
What were you gonna do? I mean, you were completely trapped after all. The only thing you could do was to surrender. You stood no chance against these guys!
"I'M NOT-"
...Donnie dug his fingers into your sides.
"I SURRENDEHEHER!!" You screamed, praying to god they would stop, and thankfully, they did.
You felt Raph's hands let go of your wrists as the others slowly got off you. Leo was the first to cheer.
"Woo, we got them!" He raised his arms in the air. "So much for a perfect streak, am I right?" He nudged you, causing you to flinch.
"Youhu guys are ehehevil..." You muttered under your still dying breath.
Mikey, sweet sweet Michelangelo, was the angel that helped you up as he let you lean on his shoulder.
"You are the easiest one to take out, (y/n)." Donnie chuckled.
Summary: Leo finds out that Donnie has experimented on himself again and turned himself into “Tinytello.” With the help of his brothers, he convinces Donnie to promise to never experiment on himself again.
Lee: Little Donnie (Tinytello)
Lers: Leo, Raph & Mikey
Authors Note: Based off of this adorable art! 💖 https://www.tumblr.com/snailsnaps/701662135198023680/i-couldnt-stop-thinking-about-this-prompt-from
“No! No! No! No!” The little version of Donnie yelled as his younger twin carried him under his arm. Well, I guess he was the younger one now. Physically that is. An experiment gone wrong had changed Donnie back into a small kid. He was still teenage Donnie, but his form was that of when he was around six years old. And now he was forced to go towards Raph’s room as Leo held onto his squirming figure.
“Oho no, Donton. I know for a fact Raph would love to see this.” Leo chuckled in a playful tone. Donnie continued to kick his little legs and try to escape. The sleeves of his hoodie, slightly longer than his arms, flapped along with his hands with each desperate attempt of freedom.
Leo shushed Donnie then knocked on Raph’s door, hiding Donnie behind his back. He walked in after hearing a “come on in.”
“You’ll never guess what I found dear hermano.” Leo smirked, making sure to keep a good grip on the still squirming Donnie against the back of his shell. Before Raph could guess, he heard a small grunt from behind Leo. “Uhh, Leo…” Raph stood up from his bed. “Please don’t tell me you stole a kid-“
“Why would I- Never mind. Look!” He exclaimed bringing Donnie out from behind his shell and holding him up for Raph to see. Raph gasped, only to then aww at his adorable little brother.
“Daww!! Look at little Donnie!” Raph gave Donnie a pat to the head. Donnie swatted at his hand before giving up and accepting the affection. “But wait, how did this happen? Leo, you didn’t do this to him did you?!” Raph pointed a stern finger at him.
“It wasn’t me! Little Donnie here was experimenting on himself again.” Donnie tried to protest, but Raph was way ahead of him. “You what?! Donnie, I thought we talked about this. This is extremely dangerous. You’re lucky you didn’t turn yourself into some other mutant thing. We don’t need to be more mutated than we already are.” Donnie huffed and crossed his arms.
“Oh relax! I didn’t die or anything. Now if you let me go, I can go reverse this and we can pretend this never happened.” Donnie tried to sound serious with his kid voice. It didn’t work. If anything, it made his brothers smile even more.
“Not gonna happen.” Raph started. “You need to learn to be more careful. Even though this experiment seems to be the most adorable mistake you’ve ever made.” Raph’s baby voice came out in the last sentence as his pupils grew three times in size. Leo nodded his head at Raph’s comment.
“I know right!! He’s just a little guy!” Leo nuzzled his cheek against Donnie’s. Donnie pushed at his brothers face, his legs trying as hard as they could to kick at Leo’s arms. “I am not adorable now put me down!!” Donnie yelled. He yelped when Raph took him from Leo. Leo pouted, but remained where he was, letting Raph have some time to reminisce about when they were little. Raph held Donnie in one arm, the other flapping in happiness.
“I REMEMBER WHEN YOU GUYS WERE THIS SMALL!! I wish you guys could’ve stayed like this forever!” Raph couldn’t help the tiny jumps on his heals. He was having cuteness overload and Donnie would be lying if he said he didn’t find Raph’s reaction to him a little adorable. It was still embarrassing nonetheless, but seeing his brother so happy over his mistake was better than anger. A smile crept its way onto his face when Raph lifted him up and spun around a little. Leo wished he could take pictures with his mind, he had unfortunately left his phone in his room.
“Hey, I heard Raph’s cuteness overload voice what am I missing?” Mikey said as he suddenly entered Raph’s room. He immediately eyed the tiny version of their brother in Raph’s arms.
“OH MI GOSH!!!!” Mikey exclaimed, quickly snatching little Donnie from Raph. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing!” Mikey cooed as he hugged him close. His brother was just too cute! And the oversized hoodie and glasses weren’t helping Donnie’s case.
“I am not cute!! Now put me dohohown! Hehehehe! Mihihikey!” Donnie burst into squeaky giggles when Mikey started to prod at his neck. His shoulders scrunched up with each feather light poke.
“Oh my gosh- I think my heart is going to explode-“ Leo held a hand against his heart as he stared at the adorable sight. At the same time, Raph brought out his phone to take a video. Mikey moved from one side of Donnie’s neck to the other, Donnie’s small fingers only managing to lightly push at Mikey’s hand.
“Nohohoho! Stahahahahap! Hehehahaha!” Donnie squealed when the back of his neck was targeted. Mikey felt his heart absolutely melt. And that’s when Leo thought of a plan. A plan to make sure Donnie wouldn’t make this mistake again.
“Ohokay. Mikey will let you go…” Leo paused for dramatic effect while leaning down towards Donnie. “If you promise to never experiment on yourself again.” Donnie gasped through a giggle.
“Nehever! I aham a mahahan of sciehehehence!” Donnie managed to say as Mikey continued his light flutters to the back of Donnie’s neck. Leo smirked, knowing that was exactly the answer he was going to get.
“Well right now you’re a man, or boy I should say, who’s gonna get tickled until he agrees with us.” Donnie’s eyes widened. They wouldn’t- not while he’s like this- Oh who was he kidding. Of course they would!
“Noho wahahahay!” Donnie could never ignore the sweet call of the mistress that is science. Even if it did mean getting tickled to death while being in this form.
“I was hoping you’d say that hermanito.” Cue Leo’s classic smirk before he joined Mikey in tickling Donnie. Raph stood to the side, recording video after video and trying to keep his cooing quiet. Donnie’s laughter was proving to be loud enough to cover any comments he made anyway.
“Aww~ Does that tickle, Tinytello~” Leo teased, scribbling his fingers around and around Donnie’s little plastron. He made sure to give pokes to his sides every now and then to hear little Donnie’s voice crack with each squeal.
“Nahahahahahaha! *squeal* Stahahahahahap!” Donnie kicked his legs and switched between trying to grab at Mikey’s fingers and pushing at Leo’s hands. Neither was doing much for his benefit. His glasses were a bit askew on his face and the hoodie was doing little to nothing to protecting his sensitive shell.
“Rahahahahaph! Hehehelp mehehe!” Donnie tried reaching out towards his older brother, only for a sneaky finger to wiggle under his arm causing him to shriek and pull back.
Leheohoho! Knohohohck ihit ohohoff!” Donnie yelped as Leo’s finger remained “trapped” under the little turtle’s arm. Raph giggled before deciding it was time to join in on the fun. He set up his phone against some clutter on his shelf, making sure he was able to get everyone in the shot. He walked over to stand beside Mikey and grabbed onto the tops of little Donnie’s knees.
“NOHO! Rahahaph dohohohon’t!” Donnie was still trying to keep his other two brothers at bay. He knew he would give in eventually if Raph contributed to the antics. Mikey and Donnie paused their assault, giving him time to take a break.
“So Tinytello~” Leo bent down to gently talk into Donnie’s ear, knowing it was a sensitive place for Donnie. “Are you gonna stop being a menace to yourself? Or are you gonna die of adorable squeaky giggles. Your choice.” Leo chuckled at the way Donnie shook his head but couldn’t help but giggle at the whispers.
“Leo’s right, Donnie. If you don’t agree, we’ll just have to keep you like this forever and ever. Tickling you aaaallll night long.” Mikey punctuated his sentence with some squeezes to the back of Donnie’s neck. Donnie snorted and curled up best he could, unable to make any sort of comeback.
“And then we’ll have to tell April. And I’m sure she’d loooove to tickle little Donnie until she feels satisfied.” Raph started squeezing Donnie’s knees. A high pitched squeal followed by louder giggles filled the room. Leo lifted Donnie’s arm that was closest to him and slowly wiggled his finger towards the outstretched underarm. He snickered at how Donnie barely even tried to pull at his arm, accepting his fate and giggling his little heart out.
“All together hermanos!” Leo declared, his finger finally touching its target and wiggling away under Donnie’s arm. Donnie kicked and squealed and snorted and swore. His other arm flapping due to happy stimming and not really knowing what else to do. Mikey gave Donnie a big raspberry to the side of his neck and that’s when he finally brought out the white flag to wave in surrender.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I WOHON’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Donnie lost himself in laughter when Raph interrupted him by quickly lifting up his hoodie and blowing a raspberry on his plastron.
“Sorry what was that? Didn’t quite hear ya.” Raph teased, blowing another small raspberry on his side. Leo continued to hold onto Donnie’s arm, the other lightly smacking at Raph’s head with the hoodie sleeve.
“I WOHOHON’T EHEXPERIMENT OHON MYSEHEHELF! NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Raph and Leo finally backed away. Mikey letting Donnie go limp in his arms, cradling his little big brother. Raph went over and grabbed his phone, ending the video and saving it to watch later. He turned back and saw Leo covering his mouth. Looking closer, he saw that Donnie had fallen asleep in Mikey’s arms. I guess staying up for hours experimenting then being tickled by your three brothers really takes it out of you.
“Aww, he’s so peaceful!!” Mikey whisper screamed. He lent down and gave Donnie a kiss to the forehead, tearing up when he saw the smile widen on Donnie’s sleeping face. Leo carefully took off Donnie’s glasses, walking alongside Mikey and Raph as all three of them took him to his room.
“Should we tell dad?” Mikey asked as he gently laid Donnie down in his bed. He grabbed the blanket and carefully draped it across Donnie. Raph shook his head.
“Let’s wait till the morning. Let the little guy sleep for now. Seems like he needs it.” Raph put a stuffed animal next to Donnie’s hands, watching as Donnie unconsciously grabbed it held it close. Leo put his glasses on the nightstand, being sure to check that Donnie was all tucked in all warm and cozy.
“Goodnight, Tinyello.” Leo gently whispered, giving Donnie a small rub to his back. Raph quietly snapped a few more pictures before having to be dragged out of the room by Mikey and Leo. The affects would wear off eventually. But until then, Donnie slept more than he had in a really long while.
