I Just Got A Notif That You Liked My Post?! Omg Thank You! This Just Made My Day!

RAHHH LET'S GO!! SHELLDONNN!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Heya! I loved the fic you wrote! If you have time, can you please write a Lee!Donnie fic? No pressure or anything! I know that good stories take time to write.

(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) So I kinda disappeared for like over a month-- well I'm back!!!! It's a Christmas miracle, obviously!!!! (Life comes at you fast :,3) ANYWAY! I had this idea and remembered it fit your request, hope you like it!!! ✨✨💙🫶🫶

As always!🫶 T-cest DNI! That is DISGUSTING. GET OUT.

Teamwork makes the dream work! Or at least the Shelldon go away

Trying to rewrite Shelldon's AI while horribly sleep deprived and a bit confused was maybe not Donnie’s best idea…but at least Leo is here to help him out now, right!?

Who is he kidding? They're screwed.

Lee: Donnie💜 and Leo💙

Ler: Shelldon💜🐢

“Stop moving so much, Shelldon!” Donnie scolded with a yawn, holding the robot down again as he scrolled through lines and lines of code.

“Sorry, brah, what's this for again?” Shelldon asked with an impatient sigh.

“I noticed you seem upset when you can't be tickled like the rest of the dumb-dumbs,” Donnie yawned, “So I'm making it so you can be,”

“Oh,” Shelldon blinked, “Cool, dude! Totally rad to be more like the others!”

“Yes,” Donnie said tiredly, clicking a line and changing the script in it, going down and changing things to work while Shelldon whined and complained.

“How much longer!” Shelldon whined, looking close to flying off.

“Just this last bit, annnnd, done,” Donnie sighed, pressing enter and closing out, “Well?”

“Thanks dude!” Shelldon cheered, flying in the air in a circle and grinning in his little robot turtle way.

“Yes I am incredibly genius and talented,” Donnie said, waving him off, “Now I have work to- EEP!”

He jumped a mile as one of Shelldon's robotic hands appeared from his shell, reaching out to poke Donnie in the side.

“Shelldon? What the heck!?” Donnie scolded, moving away with a huff.

“I dunno dude, this is totes weird!” Shelldon exclaimed, even he looked confused, “I just feel like I gotta tickle you!”

“Huh?” Donnie looked confused, tired eyes staring at Shelldon, “Wait? Did I reverse the purpose of the script!?”

“I dunno dude,” Shelldon said, a mischievous smirk forming on his face as he inched closer to Donnie.

“Shelldon. Don't you dare. I will ground you for the rest of your life!” Donnie said threateningly, slowly backing away and nearly giggling as he did.

“Well dude, y'know what they say,” Shelldon said, smirking evilly, “Cowabummer.”

With that he darted forward, quickly scooping Donnie's wrists in the metal tendrils that came from his shell.

“Shehehelldon!” Donnie giggled, kicking at the robot best he could, “Don't you eeheven think-!”

Before he could make any giggly threats, robotic hands shot out and started kneading into his ribs.

Donnie shrieked, squirming about and giggling as he did, kicking at Shelldon was grinning down at him in the air.

“SheHEHEllDOHOn!” Donnie cackled, “AHA-! StAHAhaAP!”

“Nah, I'm good bro,” Shelldon teased with a mean grin, sending a hand down to tickle at Donnie's underarms, forcing his laughter up an octave.

“SHEHEHELLDON!” Donnie cackled, squirming as his eyes were squeezed shut, “PLEHEHEEASE! STAHAHAP!”

“YOHOHOUR’E SOHO GROUNDEHEHEHEHAHAHA!” Donnie screamed, thrashing violently as hand mercilessly scratched at his underarms and the ones on his ribs switched to his hips, “AHAHA! NOHOHO!”

“Yehehes,” Shelldon mocked with a grin, nearly giggling himself. He never got to see Donnie laugh so much cause of him! It was amazing! Not to mention it was making him feel so calm and warm and fuzzy!

“HAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled as he squirming, face red as he laughed and thrashed.

There was a quiet humming sound, making Shelldon slow his tickle assault slightly, leaving Donnie giggling but not loudly cackling like before.

“Hey hermano,” Leo's voice rang out, a faint blue light disappearing, “I somehow locked myself outta my phone and-”

He rounded the pile of stuff blocking his view, taking in the sight. He blinked, taking a small step back, “Uh, got places to be, bye!”

Leo turned to run, but yelped as metal circled his ankle and yanked him back, another bit yanking his sword away, “NO-!”

“Dee, what is happening!?” Leo exclaimed as Shelldon grabbed his arms with a metal tendril, holding his arms above his head like Donnie’s were.

“Shelldon has apparently gone mad with tickle power,” Donnie said through residual giggles.

“What!?” Leo screeched, turning to Shelldon, “Don't do this dude! I'll let you race in the lair for however long you want.”

“Sorry, ‘uncle’ Leo,” Shelldon said evilly, “But I like this more than racing!”

Leo squealed with laughter as a hand met his side, “WAHAHIT!”

“SHEHELDOHOHON! DOHOHN'T STAHAHART AGAIN!” Donnie squealed as a hand met his tummy.

“Is your tummy ticklish too, Leo?” Shelldon teased, a hand moving there and skittering it's fingers.

Leo screeched, kicking his legs and thrashing, “DAHAHANIE! HEHEHELP ME-HAHAHAHA!”

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Donnie screeched as Shelldon tickled his tummy mercilessly, “SHELLDON! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEEASE!”

“MAHAHAKE HIM STAHAHAP- NAHAHAT THERE!” Leo screeched as a hand clamped on his thigh and lightly squeezed, making him throw his head back in hysterics as he screeched.

“SHEHELL- AHAHAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled, squirming violently, as Shelldon only cooed and started tickling at his tummy more, “NOHOHO MOHOORE!”

“HOW DOHO WE MAHAKE HIM- AHAHAHA STAHAP!?” Leo squealed, kicking at Shelldon, who narrowly dodged.

The twins eyes met, and they knew they had a plan. Well, sorta.

Right as they both reared back to kick, Shelldon squeezed Leo's thigh and sent him doubling over with a screechy cackle. And then he started skittering fingers along the crooks of Donnie's neck, making him throw his head back with a loud snort that burst into bubbly cackles.

“NO- SNRK, NOHOW NAHAHARDO!” Donnie screeched, kicking at Shelldon as Leo did the same.

They managed to hit the robot, he spun out and forced him to let go, allowing the two to slump to the floor in a flurry of giggles from the phantom sensation.

“Yohou, are soho dead,” Donnie threatened in a flurry of giggles as Shelldon shot off to hide.

Got some more asks to answer, so those should be out soon!!! 🫶🫶💙💙💙💙🫶🫶💙💙🫶🫶✨✨✨

I think I'm sick. :/

Me ready to give up on getting more work done today:

Raaaahhhh that's awesome! 25 is a lot 😱

I'm doing short little ficlets for each day, and I have a couple, but I'm really trying to keep going throughout October. I'm really excited to see what people have, and I wish you the best!!!!!!!!!!!

🎃𝓜𝓨 𝓟𝓛𝓐𝓝 𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓣𝓘𝓒𝓚𝓛𝓔𝓣𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓡👻

So as we all know, October is in a couple days (WOOP WOOOOOP‼️)…and the first day of October marks the very first day of Tickletober 💜🧡!!!

And if you’ve been keeping up with my blog as of late…you’ll know I plan on doing all 30 days (the last day is me just chilling, thoooouugh)!!!

I have around 23(?) finished fics so far and this week is just me finalizing them and writing the remainder of the stories 😎👍🏾!

But I want everyone to keep in mind I most likely won’t be taking requests for a while after October ends. I personally just want to focus on school and getting my grades up— plus I’m lowkey getting burnt out from all the writing 👁️👄👁️

I hope everyone who is participating in this awesome event has a whole bunch of fun‼️‼️‼️ I’m legit SO hyped to see what everyone brings to the tickle table EHEEHEH 🤭‼️

See you guys around 🫶🏾~!

OHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!! 🥰🥰🥰

*sees requests are open for ROTTMNT*

I understand the assignment.

May I suggest lee Leo with a ler Raph-?? I love this duo.

Of course!!!!

Just a heads up to everyone too! I'm going to be deactivating (I'm not sure for how long/if it's permanent yet) soon, so save whatever you want saved!!!! 🫶💙✨

A Concert

Raph wants a bit of payback on Leo.

What batter was to get it than with an amazing concert, of course!?

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Raph❤️

“What happened to Raph's protein powder?” Raph called out, searching through cabinets and frowning.

“I think Leo took it,” Mikey piped up from where he was searching in the fridge for baking ingredients, “Said something about being able to eat it dry?”

“That dummy,” Raph grumbled, irritated and storming out of the kitchen to find his menace of a brother.

“Leo!”

“What!?” Leo called, Raph soon finding him in the arcade room, chilling on a beanbag and playing with a handheld.

“Did you eat Raph's protein powder?”

“Nooo, I bet Mikey needed it in a recipe,” Leo said slowly, sighing when he died in the game and tossing it aside, “Besides, it's fine. Most of that stuff has sugar in it anyway,”

Raph gave Leo a sugary sweet smile, “You have ten seconds to run.”

Leo was up in a flash, bolting out of the room and scrambling to find a hiding place as Raph counted down. He panicked, giddy dread filling him and finally dove underneath Raph's bed.

A bit of time passed, and he heard Raph calling for him, making taunts and threats as he searched. Raph never even went in his room, probably thinking Leo wouldn't have gone somewhere so obvious.

And then…….a betrayal.......

“Hey, have you seen Leo?” Raph's voice was slightly muffled but still audible.

“Nardo? No I haven't, why?”

“He stole some of Raph's stuff and I'm getting him back,’

“Ah, in that case,” A beat of silence, “He is currently hiding underneath your bed.”

“YOU SNITCH!” Leo screeched, trying to scramble out as he heard running footsteps getting louder.

He'd just managed to move out from underneath the bed as Raph came flying in, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Hi Leo,” Raph greeted with a wicked grin.

“H-hey Raph,” Leo squeaked out, moving back nervously.

“Aw, no need to be so scared,” Raph promised, “Raph's just here to practice an instrument,”

“A what?” Leo asked, confused and hesitating because of it.

His biggest mistake.

Raph dove forward and grabbed him, throwing him over his shoulder and sitting on the bed with a triumphant grin.

Leo made a ton of panicked and giggly threats as Raph grabbed his wrists, holding his arms above his head and wrangling his legs to be trapped under one of his.

“Rahahaph, we can talk about this!” Leo begged, giggling already as he tried to break out of Raph's hold.

“Shh, I need to focus to play,” Raph said with a wicked grin, one hand raising above Leos exposed side and wriggling his fingers menacingly.

“Noho!” Leo screeched as he realized what was about to happen, “Dohon’t do thihihis!”

“Shhh! You're gonna interrupt it! I gotta tune my instrument,” Raph said, evil grinning.

Leo screeched as Raph started prodding at his ribs, squirming around as much as he could in Raph's hold.

“RaHAHAaph!” Leo screamed, squirming, “DohOHOn’T!”

“Hmmmmmmmm, that's not the right note,” Raph smirked, prodding lower on Leo's ribs and grinning when Leo squealed, “Maybe I should count all the keys on this piano!”

“NOHOHO!” Leo squealed, “NAHaHAHAT thaHAHAT!”

“Leo! I need to listen for the notes!” Roah said with a giggle, poking at Leo's ribs and hearing him squeal, “That's the first key, and the seeecoooond. And the thiiiiiird,”

“RAHahAHAhaPH!” Leo squealed as Raph continued his torturous count, his squeals getting louder and higher pitched the closer Raph got to his lower ribs.

“All the keys are there,” Raph nodded, continuously prodding at Leo's bottom rib, making him squirm violently and screech with laughter, “But hmmm, this one seems off!”

“RAHAHAHPHIE!” Leo squealed, eyes squeezed shut as he cackled and squirmed, “NOHO- SNRK MOhoHORE PIAHAHANOHO!”

Raph grinned, “You're right! I can always play the guitar instead!”

“Wahahaihit! Leo screamed, squirming as Raph wiggled his fingers above his tummy, smirking widely as Leo squirmed and tried sucking his stomach in as much as possible with his plastron, “WAIT!”

“Here we go!” Raph exclaimed, shooting his hand down and tickling all over Leo's tummy.

“EEEHAHA!” Leo shrieked, squirming about and twisting and turning as much as he could in Raph's hold, “RAHAHAPH!”

“What a wonderful tune this guitar makes!” Raph giggled, his tickly fingers dancing all over Leo's tummy, “I could listen to it all day~!”

“NAHAHOO!” Leo squealed, “RAHAhaHAPH! PLEHE- EEEK!”

“Listen to that!” Raph giggled, skittering his fingers all over Leo's belly and grinning at the cackles he got, “Piano solo!”

“AHA- STAHAHAP!” Leo squealed as Raph prodded at his ribs and then squealed when he switched back to tickling his tummy, “RAHAHAHPHIE!”

“It's a concert, Leo!” Raph laughed, “There's more than one instrument there!”

“NAHAHOHOHO!” Leo gave a helpless shriek of laughter as Raph tickled his tummy.

“Let's see, guitar or piano?” Raph asked with an evil grin, stopping the tickling as Leo giggled.

“Whahahat?” Leo giggled, squirming slightly from the phantom tickles.

“Piano or guitar?” Raph repeated his question with an evil grin.

“Wahaihit!” Leo exclaimed, “Neheheither!”

“Pick one!” Raph demanded with a small laugh of his own, wiggling his fingers above Leo's thigh, “Or else~!”

“P-piahano,” Leo stammered through giggles, face flushing a bright red as he squirmed a bit when Raph held his hand above his side again.

“Are you suuuure~?” Raph teased with a smirk, grinning wider when Leo's face flushed and he glared.

“Okay!” Raph said with a laugh, “Staring the concert in threeeeeeeeeee,”

“Juhust gehet it ohohover with!” Leo exclaimed, trying to squirm away from Raph's wiggling fingers that were slowl moving closer to his side.

“Twoooooo- NOW!” Raph exclaimed, tasering Leo in the side and earning a loud shriek of laughter which quickly delved into loud cackles and frantic squirming.

“EEEHA- RAHAHAHPHIE! I CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEAAHAH!” Leo squealed, squirming violently and thrashing in Raph's hold, “HEHEHELP!”

Raph grinned, tasering Leo in the ribs one last time and earning a shriek before he let go of Leo and tugged him into his lap.

He planted a kiss on top of his giggling little brother's head, “Wasn't that concert awesome?”

“Noho! It wahasn't!” Leo giggly grumbled, still squirming slightly from the phantom tingling and tickles.

Raph rubbed his sides, trying to abate the feeling, but got a loud squeal in response.

“NAHA!” Leo squealed, gripping Raph's wrists, “RahahHAPH!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Raph apologized with a Raph, letting Leo on the head instead and grinning, “You're just too ticklish!”

“Don't sahay it!” Leo shrieked, making Raph grin.

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You all can expect the fic I've been working on to be posted in a few hours :)

I actually like this one a lot, it's pretty silly

HE DID IT!!! DONNIE FUCKING DID IT LET'S GOOO!

GRAND FINALS

if you’re open to it, anything with lee 2012 leo?? thank you :3

YAY! I looove 2012 Leo, and I really hope I was able to do him justice! He is so traumatized, poor child.

THIS IS SET NEAR THE END OF SEASON 4! IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED PAST THAT POINT BE AWARE OF SPOILERS!!

Lee! Leonardo

Ler! Master Splinter

TW!: DEPRESSION, FEELINGS OF WORTHLESSNESS (Dw, things get better! 😘)

'Something is wrong with my boys.'

The sad realization hit Splinter with a harsh blow. His children, as he has noticed, didn't have the same spark in their eyes, the same lighthearted goofiness and child-like immaturity they once had- and hadn't for a while.

This was exceptionally noticable in his eldest son, Leonardo. After countless horrors and freakish battles, Leo's face had turned stony, and his personality dry. His brothers were in a similar state, though the grayness in the leader's face couldn't go unnoticed.

This had become more apparent when he had relocated his stack of 'Space Heroes' DVDs to his bedroom, and hadn't taken them out for weeks. All he did in his free time was train, lecture his brothers, or stare off into space, a dull look of shame in his eyes.

Splinter had noticed this, of course. Something so drastic in their energy was very hard to miss, but he had thought it as a maturity settling over them, rather than a deep numbness hanging over their heads.

Something had to be done.

Later that day, his boys had returned home, all irritable and tired. Leonardo had kept his swords on his back, seemingly preparing for another home invasion or something of the sort. They had all eaten, and were scattered about the lair until it was time to go to sleep.

The katana-wielding teen stayed seated on the couch, as he had for many nights, gazing into the distance instead of going to bed. Unbeknownst to him, however, his father was aware of his poor resting schedule, but had left him to his thoughts, knowing that the things he had seen took time to process.

Tonight, though, the turtle seemed more melancholic, picking at the skin of his finger as he sighed. Yoshi peered from the dojo, sensing the upset radiating off of him, and knew he had to act now, before his son's condition grew worse. He stepped out into the wide space of the common room and cleared his throat as to not startle the younger.

"My son, what troubles you?" It seemed his efforts to be unthreatening were futile, as Leo had nearly jumped out of his shell, scrambling to grab his swords with a yelp. Splinter's expression darkened at this, but he was quick to give reassurance.

"It is alright, Leonardo. You are safe." The turtle's shoulders relaxed, and he voiced his relief. "Oh, it's just you, sensei. I'm fine, don't worry about me." His dad shook his head, making his way over to his son and sitting beside him, ears pressed to his head in concern.

"You have given me reason to worry, I am afraid. You and your brothers seem so disturbed, so I thought I would confront you about it." Well, that sure caught him off guard. Leo shrugged, struggling to hold eye contact as he muttered an explanation. "I'm just tired. We all are."

At the quirked brow of his rat father, his walls crumbled.

Leo sighed. "We've just seen so many things.. Things we can't unsee, unhear, or unlive, for that matter." he shook his head sadly. "It makes things hard, Sensei. Really hard."

Splinter's gaze softened. He should have guessed. His children, very early in their years, had seen more than he had in his entire life. They'd been across the world, the universe, heck- they'd even been to different dimensions and stopped wars. It was no wonder they were so void.

Yoshi's heart ached for his child, and he held his arms out to him, which, after a moment of shock and hesitation, was accepted. The eldest son let out an uneven breath, and closed his eyes, enjoying the physical affection he did not receive very often. "I love you, Leonardo, and I am proud."

That sure got the tears flowing. Next thing he knew, the rat father held his weeping turtle son in his arms, holding back tears himself. He rubbed the young boy's scarred shell, allowing him to express himself after putting on a brave face for his family for so long.

Eventually, the teen's tears ran out, and his tight grip on his father's kimoto loosened. The overburdened turtle wiped his eyes, standing from his spot on the couch, followed closely by Splinter. A worried look crept onto his face again. "Sensei, what if I can't protect them.. What if I'm not good enough..?"

"Hmph." His father cut him off before he could spiral into a 'not good enough' mindset. He thought for a moment, eventually asking a question. "Leonardo. A wise man, who I believe went by the name of Ralph Emerson, once said, "The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.". What do you think he meant by this?"

Leo blinked, and pondered for a moment, repeating the words to himself until he decided on an answer. "Huh. Well, I know a lightning rod is supposed to protect homes from lightning, and.. I guess our spine represents ourselves as an individual, and it supports us.. I- I guess it could mean that we need to face some things on our own.. and be our own protection!"

He looked up hopefully, and was rewarded with an impressed smile. "Very good, Leonardo. So as you have said, there are some things that you cannot rely on others for, and so they are not responsible for you in that time, yes?"

Understanding flooded over Leo, and he bowed. "Hai, Sensei. I get it now. I cannot worry about my brothers all the time, or they will fail to grow and learn on their own."

"Wehell, you certainly can worry about them. What do you think I do most of the day?" Splinter chuckled. "No, but you must not intervene and take control of their lives in a way that jeopardizes their independence."

The leader in blue smiled, performing another respectful, albeit smaller bow, and listened to more of his father's intel. Well, at least it seemed like intel at first.

"One last thing. There is another saying I know of, this one relevant to young leaders such as yourself.." The smaller looked intrigued, not taking notice of the unusually playful glint in Splinter's eyes, and hardly suspecting a thing when he knelt down to his level to speak. He did however, find himself concerned with the fact that in a blink of an eye, he had been flipped over and lied back down on the couch, his legs under the weight of a 6-foot mutant rat.

Seeing his son so unhappy over the past few months, mental health at a clear decline, had concerned Splinter greatly. He was so used to the bright smiles he wore, and his efforts to be a great leader, though it became more apparent that the latter was overtaking his mind, and he planned to stop that constant strive to be perfect, at least for a little while. "Laughter cures all."

Before the turtle could gasp out a question as to why this was happening, or better yet, what was happening, sharp claws were gently dragging down his plastron. Leo squealed, practically convulsing as soon as the fingers made contact.

"GAHahaha! S-Sensehei, whahahat?-" Leo was in shock. His father, who had so scarcely given approval, or physical affection, had not only hugged him, but had him pinned underneath himself and was tickling him.

It didn't matter whether he processed it or not, as Splinter had dug under his arms, leaving him to screech in mirth, gravelly voice straining with giggles. His father only smirked at him, glad to hear laughter coming from someone who needed it so much.

As young children, the turtles had played various games, chase being one of the most common, and discovered the concept of being 'ticklish' when their father had caught them, picking each up respectively and squeezing their sides a few times before carrying on with the game. After that, they went on a craze, chasing each other around and exploring tickle spots, an activity that carried on throughout the years.

Splinter had found it adorable, watching with a soft look on his face as his children tussled, and was glad to see that over time they hadn't grown out of such a lighthearted thing. It became rarer, yes, but they had something to do that showed they were still just kids, despite their mutated bodies and home in the sewers.

Over the years, as Splinter had noticed, it became obvious that the oldest son was the most sensitive, to which his brothers took great joy in exploiting. A poke to the side was enough to get him giggling, and Yoshi had had to take precautions to ensure that this wasn't used against him during training after losing five times in a row because of it.

A loud snort from the teen pulled him out of his thoughts, a growing pink tinge on his face clashing greatly with his green complexion. Splinter chuckled, using one hand to scribble into his son's neck, clawed fingers proving to be an advantage when he quickly tried to duck his head down, then throwing it back in loud giggles when the back of his neck was targeted.

"My son, I don't believe there is anything funny here. I ask that you explain what you are laughing about." Leo tried to reach up to grab onto his father's wrist, but a taze to his ribs left both of his arms uselessly pressed against his torso, trying to wrap them around himself to protect his more ticklish spots.

His ankles dug into the cushions beneath them, unable to squirm away from the offending fingers as they slid past his defenses, scratching along his belly. "Sehehensei, I- EEK! IHI CAhahan't!"

Splinter smiled fondly down at his child, taking notice in how little he actually tried to stop him, clearly needing to get out of his head for a while. Leo jolted up for a moment, curling over his father's hands before tearing his arms away from himself, opting to grip at the pillows of the couch. He tossed his head to the side, lost in giggles.

Yoshi raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused at how he opened himself up. He scribbled over the expanse of his plastron, resulting in louder and more frantic giggles. "Oh? Leonardo, are you trying to tell me something?" He tapped at the exposed cartilage of the turtle's sides, having to pause for a moment before continuing, as the boy screeched, flinching away in reflex, before falling into cackles.

"NAHAHAHAH! FAHATHER- AHA! PLEHEASE, IHI-" Words were failing him, barely able to articulate anything before being interrupted by his own snorting. Not that he was trying to protest, or anything. In reality, he was having the time of his life, forgetting his troubles and getting the chance to laugh.

Sure, the gentle tickling was driving him up the wall, but he was enjoying himself. Still, after a couple minutes, his eyes began to droop, still quietly giggling to himself. Splinter took notice of this, and gave him one last squeeze to the sides, before picking the worn out teen up, cradling him as he had many years ago, and brought him to his room.

After gently settling him onto his bed, Yoshi covered the nearly-passed out form with his blanket, and softly held his shoulder. "You are a wonderful leader, and your brothers and I love you."

His consciousness slipping away, Leo responded in a quiet tone. "Thanks.. Father. Love 'ya guys too.." And with that, he fell asleep, a warm smile on his tired face.

Yippee, the sillies! 💙 💙 💙 This is longer than I thought it would be, but I'm not mad! Thank you all for your support, and I hope you enjoyed!

What are you working on right now?

I am currently working on Lee! Mikey 2012!

Day 15- "Are You Ticklish?"

This is a 2012 fic! No spoilers 😁

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Leo

TW!: None!

"Really. This movie.. again?"

"What do you mean, again? Leo, I'll have you know that we have only watched it twice, and both times changed my life forever. It's way more touching than a movie about some ducks."

"Oh, don't even. DuckTales has an incredible plot!"

Donnie gave his brother a side-eye, stretching his legs out a bit more. They were draped across the other, the lanky turtle taking up the majority of the space on the couch. The two had decided to watch a movie while the rest of their family was asleep, both having trouble actually sleeping the past few days.

Leo sighed, removing his hand from where it lay on the younger's leg as he readjusted. "I guess we can watch Stand By Me.. if you agree not to start sobbing like last time.." Donnie scoffed, but there was a sassy smile on his face. "You can't control my emotions."

"Whatever, at least just try."

The scientist didn't answer, but picked up the remote and clicked on the movie. Opening credits played, and Leo's hand subconsciously went back to his brother's calf, absentmindedly beginning to trace. At first, everything seemed to be relaxed, Donnie even closing his eyes as he let out a small hum. Reaching the hack of his leg, the eldest didn't pay any mind to the twitch underneath his fingers at first, but he eventually looked to the other's face, only to see a prominent smile pressed on it.

"Don, you alright? I'm pretty sure this movie wasn't meant to be funny.."

The taller only shook his head, forcing the curve of his lips down. Everything was fine again, until that finger traced a little too close to his ankle, and his foot jolted away. Darn it.

Leo paused, visible confusion on his face. He slowly went back to tracing, creeping gently towards the spot that had caused the reaction, staring intently at his brother's face. When he reached that same spot again, Donnie's mouth twisted, and he pressed his eyes shut.

Oh..

Leo smirked a little at the realization, and went back to running his finger along his sibling's leg. Donnie let out a quiet sigh. "Something up?" The purple-themed turtle shook his head, cursing the falter in his voice. "Nah, I'm fi-ne.." Leo hummed, and pretended to watch the movie as the opening scene ended, actually waiting for his brother to drop his guard enough to surprise him.

It took almost ten minutes, but eventually the gap-toothed teen had seemed to be relaxed, face resting in the crook of his arm as he stared at the tv. After another glance, Leo decided it was his time to strike. He did feel a little bad disturbing him, but hey. He was the one who picked the movie, so he'd just have to deal with a little annoyance.

His finger had been slowed to a little crawl, and he kept far away from the lower end of his leg. Donnie didn't seem to suspect anything, and was pretty locked-in on the screen. The elder kept tracing with that same hand, using the other to ever so slowly stretch over to the younger's foot. After a couple seconds, he stopped tracing, watching as his brother's gaze suddenly changed, as if he sensed something was off.

The purple mutant went to glance at his brother, going rigid when he saw him smiling sweetly back at him, fingers hovering over his feet. "W-What? Wahait, Leo, yohou don't need to-" anticipatory giggled slid from his mouth, pulling his legs away, only for them to be tugged back into place and held down. "You're right. I don't need to do this. But where's the fun in that?"

Donnie screeched when he started scratching at the bottoms of his feet, arching away and kicking. "PFTAhaha! SNRT- Ohoh come oHON! SNRT-"

Leo's smirk widened, scratching fingers moving to his brother's heel. "Snorting already? I didn't even know you were ticklish here.." One of the younger's legs launched out of the other's grasp, just barely missing his face. When he realized he wouldn't be able to pin his legs down again, Leo jolted up, sat on his hips, and instead went to tickle his belly.

Donnie screamed, arms slapping aggressively against the elder's plastron at the change of pace. "HAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAH- SNRT- LEO, QUIHIT IHIT!" The blue-themed turtle smiled, tazing Donnie's sides, watching as he happily shrieked.

"Someone looks like their having a good time. It that true, Don? You like this?"

The taller mutant squeezed his eyes shut, cackling so much he couldn't think straight. His head began to retreat into his shell, arms and legs thrashing about, but he was no match for the leader of the team. "HAHAHAH! NOHO, IHIHI- SNRT- EHEEHEEH! STAHAP!"

Seeing his little brother start to get overwhelmed, Leo slowed his fingers, going to pat his shoulder as he calmed down. When the sensation stopped, and Don could breathe again, he pulled his head back out from where it was hiding, laying it back as he sighed. "Ihihi.. Jeeheez, what did Ihi even doho?"

The elder shook his head, getting off of his sibling and plopping back down in his spot. "Nothing. Just felt like doing something." He looked at the screen, which was.. not at the place he last remembered. Right.. they were watching a movie. "Did you want to.. keep watching from here?"

Donnie looked up at the tv, giggling a little at how much they had missed. "Pfft- Nahah, let's just restart it." The scientist looked around, feeling at the cushions. "Whehere's.. the remote?"

Leo glanced around, then at the ground. "You must have shoved it somewhere when you were seizing. Ihi'll help you look.."

The rest of the night was more lighthearted, the two passing jokes and talking. That is.. until Donnie started crying.

"Don, you promised!"

"I- sniff- did no such thing!"

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