OHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!! 🥰🥰🥰

Guess who just finished '03.. I love those guys so much

(I talk about the episode a little in the tags, so if you don't want spoilers don't read them)

Tickletober Day 8- Nuzzles

This is where I give up on finding gifs 👍

For the rest of these, I'm going to be just saying what version I'm writing for, so yeah. On that note, this is a ROTTMNT fic! Maybe I'll color-code each version so it's easier to recognize.. 🤔

Lee: Donnie

Ler: F! Leo

TW!: SWEARING! AN ARGUMENT! (It's only referenced. The rest is just comfort and tickes.)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE MOVIE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT! ALSO, THIS IS NOT A SHIP!

(I'm putting this below the cut because of spoilers, but Future Leo is established to be in the present time with the turtles. I will be addressing him as 'Leon' throughout this.)

Loud techno music blared throughout Donnie's lab. He was curled up in his rolly-chair, sulking as the noise calmed him down a little. All of a sudden, he felt the presence of someone else, and turned around at the same time a knock sounded on his door.

"Hey, can I come in?"

Ugh, it was Leo. He knew it before a word even left his dum-dum mouth. "I don't like you. Go away." There was a moment of hesitation, before Leo called out again. "Did I do something? I didn't mess up a project or anything, right?"

Donnie stopped. Was he just playing dumb to get into his lab again? The scientist made his way to the door, opening it a crack. "No, dimwit- oh. It's you.." Donnie opened his door a little more. "Wrong Leo. My mistake."

Leon glanced at the younger's face. He looked tired, and not just normal Donnie-tired. "Don, how ya feelin'?"

The purple-themed turtle shrugged. "Just.. tired. Don't worry about it." The slider clearly didn't believe him, having had decades of experience reading his twin, even if this one was slightly different. "No, I don't mean physically 'how do you feel'. I mean emotionally. You don't seem to be doin' too good."

"Jeez, I don't like how much you know about me.." he muttered, but let the door open the rest of the way, sighing. "Come in, I suppose. You haven't done anything to upset me. Yet.." The elder walked in, glancing reminiscently around at all of the tech.

"Shelldon, turn the music down by fourty-five percent." The room got a bit quieter, and Leon crossed his existing arm over his chest. "I'm assuming you and little-me got into a fight?" Donnie nodded, and went to sit back in his chair, spinning around twice before turning back to the sword-user.

"He was being annoying, and wouldn't stop trying to make me try his nasty food. So.. I may- or may not, have called him a.. disgustingly-paletted ape.. and said his food looks like shit." Leon forced a chuckle down, nodding. "I see.. Was that all?" The softshell shook his head, pulling his legs back onto his chair and resting his chin on them.

"No.. It got bad, and he told me he didn't like me as long as I didn't like fucking pineapple, and now we aren't talking."

The slider's face fell at the last part, and he shifted his weight between his legs. "Oh. I'm sorry.. did you.. need anything?"

Donnie paused, then spoke softly. "A hug would be nice.."

Leon looked a bit surprised, but moved to the younger and squatted down. When Donnie didn't initiate the hug, the blue-themed turtle wrapped his arm around the softshell, and pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Donnie sighed, and moved to rest his head on the elder's shoulder, relaxing his tense posture slightly. "I'm going to pick you up now."

Soon enough, the purple turtle was being held to his sort-of-twin's plastron, the two sitting on the floor. Donnie was facing away from the other, while Leon's arm was holding him by the torso. "For how smart you are, you really don't know a lot."

Donnie's eyebrows lowered into the start of a scowl, and he turned his head to bite back with an insult, but was interrupted. "One of those things being how much I love you." His face faltered, and a more confused face was present on the scientist. "I don't know what you think you mean to me, but there's one thing you can be sure of. It's about three-hundred times more than you'd imagine."

The softshell let out a quiet noise, not quite sure of how to respond. He was never good at reacting to people when they got like this, but what Leon was saying was something he really needed to hear right now.

"It doesn't matter if it's your Leo, or one in the past, or the future, or in another timeline.. You will always be loved, and nothing in existence could ever change that. I guarantee that he didn't mean anything he said."

All of a sudden, his vision went blurry, and tears were filling his eyes. Donnie reached up to wipe at them, sniffling. "I.. don't know-"

"Trust me."

Donnie wiped his eyes again, his brother holding him as he cried. "Leon.. sniff- Thanks.." The slider smiled, squeezing a little harder. "And.. for the record, I- I love you too.. A lot."

He hugged the elder's arm, and Leon pressed his face back to the younger's neck, and was surprised with a giggle. "Hey, Donnie.. What was that?"

The softshell shook his head, kicking his legs out when the back of his neck neck was nuzzled into again, becoming aware of the fact that he was extremely trapped. "Noho! Lehee- ahahah!"

"Mm, I think you need a laugh."

The turtle flailed, trying to crane his neck upwards in an attempt to push Leon's head away, but all it did was give him time to reach forward and move to his throat.

Donnie let out a a high screech, reaching up to grab at the elder's head. The slider only smiled, but eventually flipped the scientist around, laid him on the ground, and sat on his legs. "Aw, I remember when you were this small! So much easier to hold down than my Donnie.."

Donnie didn't seem to register what he was saying, or didn't care, only shaking his head and giggling. "Heheh! Noho! Lehet mehe goho- youou scoundrehel!"

The elder tsked, and resumed his tickling tactic, this time the focus being the younger's belly. As soon as his face made contact, Donnie exploded into louder giggles, bucking and trying to scramble away.

"You're so ticklish, it's not even funny!" The softshell cackled when a bad spot was attacked, hopelessly trying to pry the weight of a full-grown mutant off of his legs. "Well, scratch that. Maybe it is pretty funny.."

The purple-themed turtle whined, covering his face with one hand, as the other pushed at his shoulder. The elder looked up to make sure he was alright, unfamiliar with a Donatello who didn't do everything in his power to try to kill whoever dared tickle him.

When all the other did was laugh and squirm, Leon took it as a chance to up his game, and pressed a huge raspberry right in the center of his plastron. Immediately, both hands came shooting to the elder's head, slapping and hitting frantically as loud laughter filled the room. "BPHK- NAHAHAHAH! LEHEHEHEOHON!"

Having his head attacked without regard to safety was definitely a lot more like his own Donnie, and Leon instinctively went to hold the smaller's wrists in his hand, holding them up in the air. "GYAHAHAH! GIHIHIVE- GIMME MY HAHANDS BAHAHACK!"

Another raspberry was pressed to his plastron, and soon enough the purple turtle's laughter went silent, slowly losing the will to fight as he turned his head to the side. The blue-themed turtle took it as a sign to stop, and he let go of Donnie's arms, then got off his legs, and smiled fondly at the sight of the younger curling up onto his side.

He reached out to rub his shoulder, and laughed when the younger flinched. A couple seconds passed, and Donnie had calmed down enough to roll onto his back, a happier face than before present on his features. "How do you feel now?" The softshell let out a quiet laugh. "More tired."

"Okay, you know that's not what I meant this time!"

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Weird idea I guess? Never really saw any lee Donnie with future Leo, soooo yeah. 😱

This is incredible. Amazing writing, and just- aghhhh such a worth it read. Totally didn't just sit here for three hours to read it.. Def check it out, but beware of triggers for gore, angst, and disabilities. (It ends on a good note though 👍)

glass turtles

verse: 2003 rating: t words: 24k

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Donnie tears off his makeshift gloves with a wet sounding pop, all the air once stuffed in his lungs rushing out of him at like a deflated balloon when he announces to the room in a raspy, tremulous voice,

“I’m done. I’ve done all that I can do.”

Raphael, who’s been standing by his side for the last four and a half hours, has paled, all the green spilling from his skin like a pen that’d long since ran out of ink, his hands shaking like the beginnings of a seizure creeping up on him; Donnie worries for a moment as he watches him carefully, afraid that he might work himself into actually passing out on the floor.

Instead he’s stealing himself, a white knuckled grip on the edge of the steel table in front of them both, wearing a grim smile that doesn’t even make it halfway across his face before he’s soundlessly making his way towards the office chair in the corner and dropping into it with a heavy, shaky breath that sounds like it’s one he’s been holding onto for some time.

“You did good, Don,” comes Leo’s scratchy, raw voice. A chance glance upwards and Donnie would note that his brother's eyes, normally so stoic and sharp and alert were now brimmed with a hue of purple rings, like fresh bruises, tumid from the weighty toll of his newfound grief.

His face is gaunt like he’d dropped about ten pounds of weight in the space of just one night. There’s still pink blood stains smeared sticky across his plastron, crawling up his arms and his neck, drying in three fingered swipes that makes his stomach roll with a sudden queasiness.

He doubts his brother is even aware of it being there, painted across him like that.

“I. Uh. Yeah, thanks,” is all Donnie is able to say in response. He feels void of any possible remaining energy he possesses still. His bones feel heavy like lead, causing his body to bow like a weak, old branch. His eyes tiredly skate across the room. They fall heavy on the cot bed that holds his other remaining brother.

“You need to eat,” Leo says suddenly, appearing at his side in an instant. Or maybe Donnie had just been staring so long that he hadn’t heard him moving towards him, he can’t be sure. His throat is tight and each breath that squeezes past the lump there comes and goes with a tremendous effort.

“M’not hungry,” is Donnie’s quick knee jerk reaction response. He needs to stay. He needs to monitor his brother. Just a few hours ago he had his hands holding together his skull. His brain seeping between his fingers like unset jello. His heart had— his heart had stopped. Over and over again. Donnie couldn’t leave now.

The mere thought of food makes his stomach roll. He can’t eat. He doesn’t think he’ll ever eat again. He’s already made peace with that.

“Don?” Comes Raph’s voice from across the room, tentative and slow. It draws his attention towards him, watching where he’s slumped over in his chair like he’d just woken from a long, restless nap.

“Don, c’mon. Rest. Please.” His eyes are wet with fresh tears, his face already stained from the previous. His hands are still shaking, the tremor working its way through every nerve beneath his skin. Donnie briefly wonders why he isn’t shaking too.

Had he gone completely numb?

He doesn’t get a chance to vocalize his protest a second time, this time hands are moving across his shoulders, making him flinch before he feels the pad of Leo’s thumb work itself in small circles across his scales. He’s guiding him out of the lab before he can try and fight him on it, steered right towards the couch where Raph has already beat them to it with a pillow and a blanket.

“We’ll take turns checking on him,” Leo assures him as he practically pushes him back to sit. “You need to rest, Don. You don’t even need to sleep, just lie flat and close your eyes for a bit, okay?”

As soon as his shell hits the soft plush of their couch, Raph is dragging the old moth bitten blanket up over him, stopping short at his chin. Up close, both brothers have a thick coppery smell about them, and Don supposes he’s probably got the same stink on him too, having failed to wash it off from himself at all. 

He doesn’t have the heart to tell them both, though. They’ve been through enough tonight. 

“I’ll wake you if we need you,” comes Leo’s empty promise. Don doubts that he will, knowing his older brothers they’ll sit virtue in that lab without him for the sake of letting him rest, but Donnie also doubts he’ll be able to find sleep so easily after tonight, so it will only be a matter of time before he’s joining them.

He simply hums as if to pacify them both.

Raph flips the switch for the main light, blanketing the room in darkness, but with his finely tuned ninja skill, he’s able to watch the shape of his brothers as they shift out of the room, hushed voices only heard with a strained, precise ear.

“What do we do now, Leo?” Comes Raphael’s voice, laced with unbridled fear. It forces Donnie’s gut into a hard, unmoving knot. 

“I have no idea, Raph,” comes Leo’s wavering response. “We just wait. Together.”

continue reading on ao3!

FUTURE LEO FIC! 🗣️‼️‼️‼️ LOVE THESE GUYS 💙💙💙

Chase

(Sfw tickling fic; Tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)

Turns out, ticking off your future self has just a few consequences. . .

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Future Leo💙

“But it would be fuuuun,” Leo complained dramatically, flopping over onto the couch and partially onto Leonardo's lap.

Leonardo chuckled, “I don't think raiding Donnie's lab with glitter would end very fun for you.”

“Exactly why you do it,” Leo grinned, pointing up at the older slider, “You ninja in, place the glitter bomb, ninja out, and then we light it! And bam! Pranked! He'll never know!”

“Except when he checks his camera and attempts to murder both of us,” Leonardo chuckled, idly scrolling through the new phone they'd gotten for him. Casey got one too.

“Oh c'mon!” Leo complained, “It's gotta be more exciting than scrolling through a buncha memes you already know!”

“I'm actually reading a book,”

“Same thing!”

“I never read this before though!” Leonardo argued with a chuckle, shoving Leo away good-naturedly.

Leo's eyes narrowed, and Leonardo watched in real time as a mischievous glint formed in them.

“What are you- HEY!” Leonardo exclaimed as Leo snatched the phone out of his hands and darted off in the opposite direction, “You little thief! Give that back!”

“Try and get it!” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out and running away faster.

Leonardo jumped up, rushing after the teen and yelling threats.

Leo grinned, sprinting through the lair, months of recovery had made it simple for him, he glanced back, laughing as he saw Leonardo falling behind, “WHAT!? YOUR OLD MAN LEGS CAN'T KEEP UP!”

“OLD!?” Leonardo exclaimed, offended, “I'M GOING EASY ON YOU!”

Leo screeched in panic as Leonardo started running faster, his much longer legs taking only one stride where he took three.

Curse his future self for stealing all the height.

Leo ran faster, ducking into his room and slamming the door shut.

He leaned against it, giggling as he held onto the handle tightly.

“Oh Leo!” Leonardo said evilly from the other side of the door, “Do you reeeally wanna do this? I know all your weaknesses!”

“No you don't!” Leo yelled, giggling as he hid the phone in his dresser drawer.

“Oh really?” Leonardo chuckled, “Fun fact! This door doesn't lock properly. Found that out the hard way.”

“What-!?” Leo exclaimed, screeching and jumping back right as the door was yanked open.

Leonardo grinned evilly, stepping into the room and sliding the door shut, gesturing at the lock, “See? Busted.”

“That's cheating!” Leo exclaimed, huffing and backing against the far corner of the room.

“Are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?” Leonardo asked, cracking his knuckles, “Wanna tell me where the phone is?”

“I thought you knew all my weaknesses,” Leo giggled, “Shouldn't you know all my hiding spots too?”

Leonardo's eyes narrowed, but he was grinning, “Okay! We'll do this the hard way!”

He dove forward, making Leo scream and jump to the side.

Leo lunged for the door, only to get grabbed by his sides mid-jump. He screeched as Leonardo started squeezing his sides, making him burst into bubbly laughter.

“EEEEK-!” Leo squealed, squirming and yanking at Leonardo's hands.

“Whatcha doing?” Leonardo asked as he lifted him up, grinning evilly as he walked over to the bed.

“LeheeHET gohoHO of meHEE!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs against Leonardo's plastron and trying to pry his hands off.

“Or what?” Leonardo taunted, scribbling his fingers on Leo's sides and getting a couple loud, childish squeals.

“I’ll PRAHAhahahAHANK yahAHAHA soho BahAHAd!” Leo threatened between squeals.

“I'm sure you will,” Leonardo said with an evil grin, tossing Leo onto the bed and sitting on his thighs, keeping the smaller slider effectively pinned.

“WaHaHAit!” Leo said in giggly panic, squirming and trying to uselessly shove Leonardo off of him.

“Wait? For what?” Leonardo said with a smirk, “What're you so squirmy about?”

“Yohohohou knohohow whahahat you're dohohohoing!” Leo exclaimed between giggles, trying his hardest to glare.

“What am I doing?” Leonardo asked, lightly tapping at Leo's plastron and making him squeak, “Hmmm. . .what am I doing?”

“EEE-! ThaHAHAT!” Leo exclaimed, giggling as his sides were poked at.

“What, I gotta fidget to think,” Leonardo said evilly, “Ya mind?”

“NOHO-!”

“Great! You don't mind!” Leonardo exclaimed, before beginning to skitter his fingers all over Leo's ribs.

“NAhaHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and squirming, “THAhaahaHAHAT’S- SNRT-! naHAHAt whaHAAHat I meheHEant!”

“But, Leeeeo!” Leonardo said dramatically, “I need to focus!”

“AHH- HAHAHAHA!” Leo screamed, drumming his feet on the bed as Leonardo started squeezing at his hips, “NAHAHA!”

“Hmmm, what am I doing?” Leonardo muttered to himself, as if thinking about the question, “Oh! I got it! I'm gonna tickle you for messing with me!”

“NohHOHOHO!” Leo squealed, “DAHAHAN’T!”

Leonardo laughed, tickling at Leo's ribs and laughing as the teen screeched and cackled louder, “Is this a bad spot, Leo?”

“NAHAH- IHIT SNRT- I CAHAAN’T!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and squirming violently.

“I better move then, huh?” Leonardo smirked, and started tracing Leo's plastron all around his tummy.

“NO-! DohohoHOHON’T you daHAHAhahare!” Leo cried, squirming and grabbing Leonardo's wrists, trying to tug his tickly hands away.

“Oh, don't tickle here,” Leonardo said with an evil grin, “Got it, I'll just tickle here then!”

Leo shrieked as Leonardo started skittering his fingers all over his tummy, “NAHAHAT SNRT- THEHEHERE”

“But you didn't like where I was tickling before!” Leonardo teased with a grin, “I think I'll stay here for a bit, until you make up your mind!”

“NA- YOHOU- SNRT AHH HAHA! NAHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs as he squirmed and thrashed, “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Tickle more?” Leonardo asked, grinning evilly, “If you insist!”

Leo screamed, banging his heels on the bed while throwing his head back in hysterical cackles as Leonardo skittered his fingers around his tummy more and even pinched a few times.

“NAHAHA! PLEH- AHH! TOHOHO! IHI CAHAN’T!” Leo squealed, “HEHE- EEE! HAHAHALP MEE!”

Leonardo did a corny villain laugh, “No one's here to save you!”

He started tickling down Leo's sides, making the teen squeal and squirm even more as he slowly tickled down his sides to his hips.

Leo screamed out in laughter when Leonardo started squeezing at his hip bones, making the older slider laugh and then keep tickling down.

“AHHHH! NAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Leonardo started pinching his thighs mercilessly, “DAHAHAN'T! NAHAHA- SNRT WAHAHAIT!”

“Awww,” Leonardo cooed as Leo's hands started flapping in happy stimming, “I always forget how adorable that is! Casey did the same thing.”

Leo's face flushed bright red at the comment, making his stripes blend in as he squirmed and cackled, shoving at Leonardo's hands, “NOHOHO IHIT’S NAHAT!”

“Yes it is!” Leonardo laughed, “It's adorable!”

“NAHAH-” Leo's denial was cut off by a loud squeal when Leonardo started drumming his fingers over his thighs, “AHH! STAHAHAP!”

Leonardo grinned, “But Leo! I gotta focus! Actually, now that you mention it. . .I'm starving.”

“SOHO STAHAP AND GEHEHET FOOHOOD!” Leo cried, a last ditch effort to get the older slider to leave on his own.

“But I can't think on an empty stomach,” Leonardo said, a large mischievous grin spreading across his face, “You mind?”

“WAHAHAIT!” Leo cried as Leonardo grabbed his hands in his massive prosthetic. He pinned his arms over his head, while Leo squirmed and thrashed.

“Dohohon’t yoHOHOhou dahaHAHAre!” Leo threatened in between anticipatory giggles, squirming and trying to yank his hands out of Leonardo's hold.

“Oh, I dare.” Leonardo grinned, and that was all the warning Leo had before he started skittering his free hand in his underarm and leaning down to blow raspberries all over Leo's tummy.

Leo screeched, thrashing and cackling hysterically as he kicked his legs.

The teen howled with laughter as Leonardo meanly blew raspberries all over his helpless belly, all while tracing at his underarm.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD! LEHEHEONAHAHARDO! PLEHEHAHASE!”

Leonardo grinned, lightly nibbling at Leo's tummy and making the teen howl with laughter, kicking his legs and squirming helplessly.

“NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Leo begged, throwing his head back in laughter as happy tears pooled in his eyes. His face was so red his stripes blended in.

“Where'd you put the phone?” Leonardo asked between raspberries and nibbles.

“IHIHIN THEHE DRAHAHAWER!” Leo cried, trying to yank his hands out of Leonardo's grip.

“Which drawer?” Leonardo asked, scooting back and hovering his face over Leo's thigh.

Leo's face paled, “WahaHAHAIT! YoHOHOu BeHEHETeheHER nahAHAHAT!” He managed to exclaim in-between giggles as Leonardo started tickling at his side with his free hand.

“That's not an answer,” Leonardo said with a mean grin, leaning down and blowing a merciless raspberry on Leo's thigh.

Leo screech, a loud, high-pitched sound as he cackled and a few happy tears streamed down his face. His hands flapped frantically in the hold, and he squirmed violently.

“THEHEHEH DREHEHEHESSER DRAHAHAWER! THE TAHAHAHAP OHOHONE! NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs frantically as his worst spot was targeted with raspberries and small nibbles.

“Finally. Thank you,” Leonardo said with a smirk, finally letting go and getting off of him, “About time. You're as red as a tomato.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Leo giggled, curling up and clutching at his stomach as he giggled from the phantom feeling.

“I didn't even say ‘tickle’ this time,” Leonardo chuckled, poking the teen on the knee and making him shriek, “But you still ended up blushing!”

“SHUHUT IHIT!” Leo screeched in embarrassment, yanking his legs away as he giggled.

Leonardo chuckled, leaving the room and coming back with a bottle of water. He sat on the bed and pulled Leo onto his lap, rubbing his shell as the teen sipped at the water.

“You suck!” Leo exclaimed when he'd finally calmed down from his giggle-high.

“Not my fault you ran! I know all your weaknesses, remember?” Leonardo laughed, poking Leo's stomach and making him jump and squeak.

I love writing with these two :,>

Am I the only one that likes Future Leo being a father-figure to Leo?? Are they the same person? Yea. Do I care? Nope ^^💙

Might make art of this later, but I gotta make a few fan art pieces first >:3

Tags: @sunsetsandsunshine @rice-cake-teen10 @smiley-star @savemeafruitjuice

~Rocket Ship End Time~

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Leo was bored. And when the red eared slider IS bored, EVERYONE will know. Until he remembers something.

"Oh Doooooooon Trooooon..."

So of course, he goes to bother his twin.

"Ugh, audible groan. What is it, Leon?"

The blue-cladded turtle pokes his head over his twins shoulder.

"Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho! Dude! Your actually fixing the rocket ship!! Will it actually fly?"

Sigh. "No, 'Nardo, it will not fly. Maybe. Now stop bothering."

Leo slithers out the room to Raph's. "HEY RAAAAAPH! My rocket ship is almost ready!"

The eldest turtle looks up. "Rocket ship? What rocket?"

Leo smirks. "The first one."

Raph gets a face of annoyance. Leo was an absolute MENACE with that thing.

"W-what!?!? F-fixed!? Dangit, why!?"

Leo smirks. "I'ma go share the AWESOME news with Mikester." He flips his bandana tail and backflips out the room, the show off he is.

Mikey was in the living room, painting. Leo leaps in the room, knocking the canvas down.

"LEO!! I WAS WORKING ON THAT!"

Leo winces. "Relax, hermano! I have amazi-"

Mikey interrupts. "Yeah yeah, the rocket ship. Donnie already texted me. Your always so annoying with that thing!"

How dare Mikey!? Call his brother "annoying"... when he was absolutely aggravating with it.

"HEY, NARDO! READY."

Leo runs up into Donnie's lab, yanking the finished product. "Ooh... is this... JET BOOSTERS!"

"Yes yes, just don't fly it off in the lab-"

BOOM. It flies and bonks Donnie upside the head. "OW- NARDO!"

Leo becomes an absolute nuisance. Running around, hitting people with it, infodumping, and being just an absolute pain.

Blah blah blah blah blah. Raph gets annoyed. He grabs Leo by the arm and pins him down, finally had enough.

"H-hey! L-let me go!"

"That ain't happening. You've been a pain, Leon."

Donnie, scrolling on his phone, looks up at the two. "And what, may I ask, is going on here?"

"Leo's being a brat, so we're gonna teach him a lesson."

Mikey pops in from behind. "Gladly."

"G-guhuys? What are you planning??"

Raph places his hand on Leo's sides. Donnie sits at his ankles. Mikey at his arms.

"Guys, look, I'm sor- Hehehey!"

Raph starts gliding his fingers across his younger brothers sides. Right on cue, Donnie puts on his feet in an arm lock and starts doing the same. Mikey flops his hands right up to his underarms, tickling madly.

"W-WAIHIT! G-GUHUYS, STAHAP IT!!" He bursts into laughter loudly.

"I dunno. You sure were being quite a big pain with that rocket ship." Raph says teasingly.

"G-GUHUHUYS! S-SHIHIHIT!! P-PLEHEASE, STAHAHAP IT!"

"Ooh, cursing us out now, huh? Baaaad choice, Leon." Donnie says, using his Battle Shell's metal extensions to tickle both his heels.

"D-DAHAHAMMIT, DAHAHANNIE! NOHO! NOHOT THERE!"

Raph starts attacking his stomach, as Mikey moves to the ribs.

"GUHUYS, COHOME ON hic PLEHEHEHASE!! I-IHIM SOHORRY!"

The three all let him go, as he collapses into Raph's lap.

"You guys... are... plain evil... incarnate..."

"Ah yes. Payback is the sweetest dish to make." Donnie smirks, as Leo groans.

"But guys... ROCKET SHIP FLYY!"

The rocket flies up, hitting all 3 of the brothers heads.

"DAMN- Really Leo!? Again!?" Raph rubs his head.

"Uh... see ya later!" He runs, the other 3 sighing and walking after him.

Siblings.

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HOLLLLLY- GUYS THERE'S A RISE AD ON PARAMOUNT PLUS. ITS REALLY SHORT AND SAYS NOTHING ABOUT THE ACTUAL SHOW OR ANYTHING, BUT...

THAT'S GOTTA BE FORESHADOWING OR SMTH- I MEAN, A CHANCE TO SEE THESE GOOBERS AGAIN?!?!

Tickletober Day 11- Hug

This is a 2012 fic!

Bro it's so cool to get to write for so many new characters! Alr, enjoy!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Casey

TW!: MILD SWEARING! FEELINGS OF BEING OVERWHELMED! (This turned out to be a little angstier than I initially intended it to be, but it's nothing crazy.)

This is set between season 3 and four. I'll describe a little more under the cut, but beware of mild spoilers!

(Set after the Kraang invasion, but before the crew goes to space. 👍)

"'Sup, guys! Make way for Casey Jones!"

The black-themed teen hopped the turnstile at the entrance of the lair, and nodded a greeting at the sunset duo, who were on the couch. Leo walked in from the kitchen to greet him, and smiled. "Hey, Leo. Where's Donnie? I gotta tell him about my idea for the Shellraiser!"

The blue-banded turtle's smile faltered, and he nodded towards the shut doors of the scientist's lab. "He's.. in there. I don't think he's doing so well, so go easy on him, okay?" Casey nodded, muttering a "gotcha" before making his way to the purple-teen's lab.

Upon opening the door, the raven-haired was met with a clearly upset Donatello, head hidden in his arms on the desk. Casey frowned, taking a more careful approach at confronting him. "Hey, Don. You.. alright? You don't seem too good." Donnie groaned, pressing his face harder into his arms. "No, Casey.. Just leave me alone."

Casey sat on the chair he had been using for the past few days since getting back from the farmhouse, leaning an elbow on the other's desk next to him. "You wanna.. talk about it? We're friends, you know."

The scientist paused, glancing up from his arms, then sighed. "I.. suppose that might actually help.." Casey smiled, scooting his chair to face the other better.

"I guess.. I've just been overwhelmed. I'm always pressured to fix problems, repair broken things, and prepare everyone for everything.. and I have to figure it all out with what I know of science and mechanics. It's gotten to the point where.. I just don't really see it as a passion anymore. More of a.. responsibility."

The smile on the shorter's face was immediately wiped away as he heard the problem, brows furrowing in concern. Crap. He knew about the weight on his friend's shoulders, but for him to start losing his passion for science..

"Don, we didn't know.." He looked down, trying to think of what would comfort the other. "Do you.. need a break from it? I think we could probably manage for a little bit, and you've taught me lots of stuff.." The lanky turtle rubbed at his face, groaning again.

"I don't know.. if I'm not working.. what else do I do? Just sit here, twiddling my thumbs?" he scoffed. "I don't have anything, other than knowledge.."

"Hey- don't talk like that. You're not just a pile of thoughts, you're a super cool dude. None of us think of you as just 'the brainy guy'. You do know that, right?"

The mutant seemed to miss a beat, biting his cheek. "Yeah.." he nodded slowly. "Right, I know that." Casey huffed, rather aggressively wrapping his arm around the other. "Well, just in case you forgot, allow me to give you a few reminders."

Donnie had started to relax into what he thought was a hug, lifting an arm up to hold onto his friend. Not even two seconds later, a choked noise escaped him as that same hand darted for his throat. Instead of being strangled, as his reflexes seemed to have expected, the fingers started wiggling into the side of his neck. The purple-themed turtle let out frantic giggles, chin slamming down on the other's hand, and his shoulders shot up, but it did little to stop the attack.

"Akgh- Cahasey! Whahat the hehehell! Heheh!"

A grin was back on the raven-haired's face, and he kept pressing his fingers along the taller's neck. He brought his other hand up, and rammed his nails into the cartilage of his side, resulting in a shriek from the other. "Heh! Don, you wanna know something?"

The gap-toothed mutant snorted, scrunching up as best he could, arms weakly swatting around. "NAHAH! Ihi- Whahahat?" He managed to speak around his giggles, folding over and slouching dramatically in his chair. Casey laughed, moving to tickle both of his sides at once, short nails running up and down the bridge of his shell. A wide smile cracked the mutant's face, and he tried to wrap his arms around his waist, but the other just reached around him.

Donnie's legs flailed about, and he slapped at the flat surface in front of him. "We all really care about you. If you feel like you need a break, or want to do something different, we'll be there."

Don squealed as his ribs were squeezed, and was soon screeching and begging for his release, as his friend tickled him mercilessly. Even if he could find the proper words to respond, they would be drowned out by his laughter. Casey watched the other's eyes squeeze shut, and shoved a hand up into his underarm.

"GAHAHAH! CahaHAHASE- HIC! NYEHEH! HIHI CAHAHN'T! SNRT- STAHAHAP!"

The black-themed only shook his head, putting on a mock-serious tone. "Not until you tell me how great you are."

"CAHASEY! FUHUCK NOHO! JUHUST STAHAHAP!"

He tickled harder, digging into the indent of his side.

"KGHEHEHEH! NOHO-"

"Admit it."

It took another couple seconds of tickling, and a poke to the hip, but Donnie finally broke.

"AH! OhohkahaHAY! OKAYOKAYOKAY! IHI'M SNRT- GREHEAT! I'M GREHEAT NOW STAHAP!"

Casey smiled, lowering his hands. He patted the turtle's carapace as he giggled, slowly catching his breath. When he did, he leaned backwards, holding onto the ledge of the table to keep from falling, and closed his eyes.

"Johones.. I hate you."

The shorter only chuckled, giving the other a poke in the corner of his armpit. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." There was a moment of comfortable silence, followed by a more careful, "..so, do you think you need to take a break?"

Donnie sighed. "Actually.. I think I was overthinking things a little. I'll be okay.. if I could get a little help here and there."

The hockey-playing teen grinned.

"Casey Jones is your man!"

The 2003 turtles: Incredibly heavy builds, neither look nor sound like teenagers, could probably break the average human's arm without even trying.

2003 fans: Those are my precious babies and I am adopting them.

Guess who ended up getting sick.. 😮‍💨