-Okay so we all know that Leo is a brat. And that also comes to tickles.
-He usually torments his brothers or annoys them into tickling him. (Mainly Donnie let’s be entirely honest here)
-That be leaning himself against them while they’re doing something, poking/prodding at them, etc….
-Donnie usually will act dumb with him to try and piss him off.
“Donnieeee….”
“What is it Nardo…”
“Pleeaseeee…”
“Please what? Can’t you see I am very busy at the moment.” (While he’s working on something in his lab or simply playing a video game)
-however the second there is any implication that his sibs are gonna tickle him he immediately gets defensive.
“H-hang on a second here. Why not be civilized! Right?- Rihihight?!”-
-after literally antagonizing everyone for who knows how long
-He will most certainly cheat by using his swords to make portals around the lair and run away faster.
-His favorite spots are the sides of his neck and knees.
-His worst spots however are the backs of his knees and his thighs.
-Very big laugher and will try and shut himself up the best he can. Which he’s not very good at….
-His little tail wags as well but he will never admit to the fact he’s happy or enjoying himself.
-Casey ended up picking up a lot of his traits when it comes to this. Tickle them both at the same time and you can see the similarities
-His laugh is mixed with lots of squeaks and hiccups.
-I for some reason imagine his little red slits on his eyes to slightly glow when he’s embarrassed as well.
-Can’t take raspberries on his neck. You’ll earn yourself a squeal and a very red face as a result.
-Just a generally cocky but giggle turtle hehehe
Ler:
-Okay so we know that this dude is a little shit when it comes to tickling people just look at him
-yall know that smirk he does
-Yeah this one. It’s glued his face the entire damn time I swear to god
-He usually tends to target Donnie and Mikey the most when he’s feeling the monster unleash. On the occasion he will attack Raph as well
-He LOVES using the element of surprise to his advantage, making people shriek or squeal by hatching his fingers onto their sides/shell
-Loves be a really mean teaser and pinning his brothers/Casey. He’s a little more gentle with April and the other girls however.
“OHoho now that’s a bad spot isn’t it? I thought you were tickle tickle tickle TICKLE TICKLEKRKFKDKKDKDL”-
-He usually chants his lees name when he’s running after them in a chase.
“Oooohhh Caseyyyyyy Casey case caseeee get back here!”
-He will laugh proudly along with his Lee as well.
-Is the type to also sneak his hands under their shirt and act like it’s some kind of spider or creature.
-He will brag to others about beating someone in a tickle fight for days, it boosts his ego tenfold
-He’s pounced onto Mikey and Casey more times than he can count. Just tackles them onto the couch and initiates in play wrestle before immediately winning by squeezing their sides/blowing a raspberry in their neck.
-He is rather mean but will give a massage afterwards or let you lay next to/ontop of him for a nap
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Do enstars fans still exist in the tk community? I feel like they all died and disappeared for the most part LOL
If any are still out there, feel free to reach out. Tho don't ask me what's happening in jp, idfk
Anyways, I don't think I ever wrote IzuLeo during my enstars writing phase. And as the most sane Knights fan and being married to Leo, I felt like I should fix that. Plus it's Leo's birthday. Happy Birthday to my 2nd favorite ginger! Cause the first one is obviously my beautiful hot and attractive partner uwu
As whiny as Leo could get on the regular, he was never one to openly show when he *actually* felt upset. So you can only imagine Izumi’s surprise when he arrived back home to a snotty, teary-eyed ginger sitting on the floor, head buried between his knees.
It didn’t matter how closed off and stoic Izumi tried to make himself seem, that all went out the window at the sight of his distressed roommate.
“Leo? What’s wrong?” the silver haired idol knelt down in front of him, his chest squeezing at the sound of the quiet sobs coming from the latter.
When he got no response, Izumi scanned the room for any clues. ‘Ah, that’s why…’ he thought to himself as he picked up some of the crumpled up papers littered around, having been furiously scribbled onto before being torn and discarded, most likely a failed attempt at composing on Leo’s part. He must’ve been at it for a while, until it got too overwhelming and became… this mess of a person.
In all honesty, Izumi wasn’t the best at comforting someone, but he could still try. He sat next to the ginger, trying to think of what to do. That didn’t last long, as Leo instantly lunged at him, wrapping himself around Izumi like an octopus while sniffling against his shoulder.
After some hesitance, Izumi threw an arm around him in return. “You’re going to stain my shirt….” the taller male grumbled in his usual Izumi-like fashion. What he wasn’t expecting was for the sniffling to stop momentarily, instead being replaced by a soft giggle.
The corners of his lips threatened to upturn into a smile, feeling relieved that at least Leo found his grumbling amusing, though he hid it behind a playful scoff. “Oi, don’t laugh at me” he finished his sentence with a pinch to Leo’s side, causing the composer to squeak and jolt.
Leo peaked his eyes out to look up at Izumi, as if silently asking him to continue. Who was he to deny him?
“What did I just say?~” Izumi tsked playfully in mock disappointment, pulling his roommate onto his lap and using both hands to softly scribble up and down his sides. “I told you not to laugh, and now look at yourself. Always so immature~”
“Ah! Wahahait! Sena!” Leo would try curling on himself, only to flail his limbs around, his sense of direction all over the place. Despite how much his body tried fighting it, each ticklish sensation shooting through his body only helped to get rid of his sadness. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy, a welcomed change.
Izumi watched as Leo threw his head back, exposing his beaming smile and flushed cheeks as he laughed his heart out. This was much better. This was the Leo he knew and loved… ignore that last bit. He dug his fingers a bit more firmly against the shorter one’s ribs, trying to ignore the warmth forming on his cheeks.
Once Leo started hiccuping through his laughter did Izumi stop, opting to rub away any lingering tingles. The ginger slumped down against his chest, taking greedy breaths, but still smiling happily after all that. You’d think he has just ran a marathon with how flushed and out of breath he looked, disheveled, and cute-.
Izumi couldn’t help himself. His expression softened up, a small smile replacing the teasing look he had moments ago.
Leo’s smile seemed to grow wider at the rare sight. In a moment of boldness, the ginger leaned closer and placed a sweet kiss on Izumi’s cheek. “Thanks for cheering me up~”
This caused Izumi to turn all shades of red, quickly turning his head away and huffing in faux annoyance. “Hmph! Don’t get any ideas”
His words only seemed to cause the opposite, as Leo suddenly gasped out “I’ve been struck with inspiration!”. He quickly scurried off of Izumi’s lap, grabbing a blank sheet of paper and pen and getting to work, as if that wholesome moment didn’t just occur mere seconds ago. It was always frustrating how easily Leo could switch up, yet at the same time, it was a bit endearing. He wouldn’t be Leo if he didn’t, after all.“I’ll call it “Izumi’s secretly a softie”!”
That only caused Izumi’s blush to deepen. “Absolutely not! Give me that!” before he could reach him, Leo had already bolted out of his room, his signature ‘wahaha!’ echoing behind. The silver haired model sighed, well, he’d take this Leo anyday over the sad one.
“Alright...well, that wraps that up. You’re all good to go, Mikes.” Donnie said as he finished wrapping the youngest’s arm up in bandages.
The orange banded turtle smiled slightly, giving his immediate older brother a tight hug which the other gladly returned.
“Thanks…” The smaller turtle said, burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck as they embraced.
The scientist in purple smiled softly at the gesture, resting his chin on the top of the younger’s head, “It’s no problem. After all, it is what I do.” He said casually, slowly breaking away from the hug as he put the remainder of the bandages to the side of the Med-Bay counter.
Michaelangleo nodded, hopping down from the Med-bay bed and putting on his signature orange hoodie that was resting on a clothing hanger. Donatello let out a soft snort, raising an amused eyebrow ridge at his immediate younger brother, “Whahat’s with the random wardrobe change? You look like a bloated frog.”
The baby blue eyed turtle let out a feigned gasp, clutching his chest dramatically, “Fihirst ohof all: fuck you. And second of all: I look haaaandsome in this!” He huffed, “Don’t you agree, Leo?” The orange cladded teen said as he turned to the eldest who was sitting on the other bed.
But Leonardo did not make a sound…or…literally any acknowledgement that he even heard the youngest.
The leader in blue was looking at the tile floor; his eyes glossy as he fiddled with his fingers absentmindedly.
Donatello sighed, resting his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, “…Leo’s been…shaken up since the ambush; you know how he gets. He’s most likely making up a wholeeeee simulation in his head on how he could’ve 'protected us better…'”
Mikey hummed lightly, crossing his arms and looking at the eldest who was genuinely oblivious to the staring, “…What a weirdo…”
“Yeah…he is.” The young genius commented back, shaking his head fondly, “But he’s our weirdo.”
“Ohoooo no. Noooo no no no no. That was way too freaking cringy…even for you, Dee.” The younger teen fake-gagged, pretending to throw up as Donnie only snickered at the immature action.
This is what he gets for trying to be sentimental in front of his younger brother…
As the freckled face mutant continued with his antics, amping it up a million notches as Raph came in…the tallest turtle couldn’t help but catch a glance at his big brother once again.
Leo looked…so dejected…so…so lost.
Donnie exhaled sadly, rubbing his hand anxiously.
…Splinter would know what to do at a time like this…he always knew what to do at times like this…
Then…worried green eyes met an unsure russet.
Raphael walked to his immediate younger brother, squeezing his hand gently, “…You okay, Don…?”
Donatello cleared his throat, his free hand flapping near his thigh…
…God, he missed his Dad…
…He missed him so fucking much…
“I-I’m…fine. I’m fine.” The scientist insisted, gently squeezing his older brother’s hand back, “I just…need to patch up Leo and talk with him for a bit…”
“Aye aye 'Captain.” Mikey saluted, giving Donnie a quick peck on the cheek before skedaddling away to the lounge area.
The middle children rolled their eyes fondly at the youngest’s actions as the green eyed one of the three let go of the tallest’s hand, “…You sure you’re okay?”
“…Y-Yeah…y-yeah, I’m okay.” Donnie grimaced, “Now please go to Mike before he decides to blow up the entire lounge area…” He snickered lightly.
“Blowing up things is your job, Einstein. But I’m on it.” The elder snorted fondly, walking to the exit before turning his head slightly back to his brother, “Oh— and just so y'know: we’re watching Toy Story 3 in the living room in a couple of minutes.”
Donatello let out an amused huff, “…Ihis this your way of rushing me?”
“Mmmmm…kinda.” The red banded turtle hummed, shrugging slightly.
“Ihi’ll be as fast ahas I cahan, Raphie…” The taller turtle giggled as he watched his immediate older brother waltz out of the room, “Oh! And don’t start the movie without us!” He yelled from Med-Bay, closing the main doors as he turned all of his attention to his eldest brother…
…Oh. boy…
“Hey, big guy...” The scientist started off softly, slowly going over to his big brother with his signature med-kit.
The blue banded turtle looked up almost immediately at the sudden voice speaking to him, being forced out of whatever void he was staring into.
“Hey, Dee…” The elder smiled…although the smile looked more like a forced one…
…Donnie didn’t comment on it.
“Hey, man…” The younger greeted again, slightly cringing at the sound of his own awkwardness, “How’re you holding up?”
The smaller turtle blinked at the question, “I’m not…holding anything...”
Donatello snickered softly at the answer (a typical Leo answer), resting his med-kit on the table as he got out some bandaids and other supplies, “I mean, like…how are you doing? Are you doing alright?”
The blue banded teen shrugged, “I could…be better. But I’m with you guys, so…I can’t complain…that much anyway…” He finished bluntly.
“Amen to that.” The taller turtle hummed before turning back to his brother, “But before I start…is there anywhere that’s, like, really hurting that you want me to take a look at first? And most importantly: are you okay with me touching you right now or do you want to do the physical stuff later?” He asked as he grabbed his med-kit and a couple other unused washrags.
“Just my arms hurt, I guess. But it’s just from cuts…nothing major I don’t think.” Leonardo muttered, “And I’m okay with being touched right now…th-thanks for asking.”
Donatello chuckled softly, “Gotta make sure my big bro’s a-okay.” He grinned, giving the other a thumbs up and getting a disinfectant wipe as he cleaned the cuts on Leo’s arms.
Heavy silence weighed down the two, almost like a huge weighted blanket.
Accept this silence was not comforting in the slightest…
….It was loud…if that made sense.
“Soooo…” The taller turtle started, “The Foot took us by complete surprise, huh?” The young scientist exclaimed to try and start a subtle conversation, “You would think that after we beat them every. single. time…they would learn to back the fuck up…”
“Ow.” Leo muttered subtly as the russet eyed mutant cleaned a wound on his shoulder.
The younger grimaced, “Sorry…I’m being as gentle as I can.”
“Well, please be more gentle?” The other winced.
“Suck it up but also that’s what she said.” Donnie remarked sarcastically, getting more rubbing alcohol and putting it on the other’s shoulder before putting a bandaid on it.
The blue eyed mutant winced at the contact, glaring at the ground as scene’s from just an hour ago unfolded in his mind…
…Jesus fucking Christ…
…How could he have been so. damn. stupid…?
He was supposed to lead his brother’s to victory…not lead them to a legit ambush and straight up failure!!!
What would have Splinter said?
…What…could he have said?
They all could have died because of Leo’s own foolishness…
He had one job.
One fucking job: make sure his brother’s get out of every mission safe and unharmed…
But he couldn’t even protect himself when it came to it…
So what kind of delusions was he feeding himself to make himself even remotely think he could protect his family?
“Woah! Woah woah woah! Hey! Hey…” Donnie’s eyes widened in panic as his older brother slowly started to crumble to tears, although, the younger teen could tell that the eldest was desperatelytrying to hold them back despite his efforts.
“Leo, I-I was just joking about the whole 'suck it up' thing. Y-You know that…right? I was trying to be funny, which…o-obviously backfired.” The second youngest mumbled guiltily, holding Leonardo’s hands in his as he rubbed the top of his knuckles gently.
“I-It’s n-not that…” The shorter teenager mumbled back pathetically.
“So…what is it then…?” Donnie quietly asked, his grip on his brother’s hands tightening just a bit as the other refused to answer.
And almost like an everlasting reminder, the heavy silence weighed down on the two mutants once more.
“Leo…” The purple banded teen urged lightly as the eldest wiped his eyes with his free hand, sniffling as he looked at the ground, “I-It’s nothing…forget i-it.”
“Lee…” The taller turtle urged on.
“F-Forget it…please...” The eldest silently begged, wincing at how fragile and weak his voice sounded, “J-Just forget it.”
“I can’t 'forget' about something when it’s obviously bothering you…” Donatello smiled gently as he sat next to his brother on the bed, wrapping him in a loose side hug that left the smaller turtle to accept or deny…
…Which he very much accepted.
Leonardo rested his head on the other’s shoulder, squeezing his little brother closer to him like a lifeline.
“I just…” The sapphire eyed teenager sucked in a breath, blinking back tears as he buried his face into Donnie’s shoulder, “…I-I just worry so…much about you and Raph’s and Mikey’s and April’s and Casey’s safety and I…I just can’t!”He exclaimed, overall sadness and shame overcoming and overwhelming him immensely.
“Why…W-Why do I keep worrying about things that can’t be changed no matter what I do?!” The older mumbled, finding it quite humiliating how…brittle his voice was now.
But let’s be honest…it always did sound like that.
He was supposed to be calm.
He was supposed to be collected.
He was supposed to be calm and collected.
…Not…whatever this was.
“I was worried about going out on today’s mission and look what f-fuhucking happened!!!” The sapphire eyed teen laughed bitterly, hugging himself as if his own comfort was the only comfort he felt like he deserved at the moment, “We got ambushed by The fucking Foot…” He grumbled, glaring hatefully at the floor.
“I-I just want you all to be o-okay.” The leader in blue choked out, “I hate seeing you all hurt and only being able to do something about it after the event that caused said hurt has passed…”
The smaller mutant sniffled, wiping his face with his palm, “…Eheven then I can’t do much.”
“I-I j-just…” Leonardo stuttered, “I-I just w-want you all to be o-okay…”
And just like that…the berating silence visited once again, making Donnie stiffen almost like a stone hard wall as he looked at the other turtle’s completely downtrodden expression.
The taller teen reached to gently hold the other’s hand, and his eyes only softened more when his elder brother moved his hand out of his reach quickly and quietly.
The russet eyed mutant fidgeted with his fingers anxiously, “Leo…listen to me, please—”
“No…N-No, stop.” The sapphire eyed mutant said almost immediately, desperately trying to build back up the wall he built between him and his brother…
…Except this time instead of building this wall with cement…he built it without anything to support the bricks at all.
“It…I-It doesn’t matter, okay?” Leonardo sniffled, wiping his eyes desperately with one hand and digging his hand into his thigh. The taller teenager sighed sadly, scooting closer to his brother and holding his hand, squeezing it gently and reassuringly, “Yes…it does.” The younger said with a stern tone; not an angry one…just stern.
“I don’t want you to disregard your feelings, okay? This matters. Your feelings matter, Lee…” The taller said as he just now realized he still had the gloves he put on earlier on.
The second youngest of the mutant family quickly went to take off the disposable gloves and put them into the trash, going back to the bed and sitting next to Leonardo, interlocking his fingers with his.
And, man…
Leo’s hands were really ashy. Like…chalk ashy.
…Eugh.
Maaaaybe having those gloves on wasn’t such a bad idea…
The russet eyed mutant locked eyes with the smaller, making sure the other knew he meant every word he was saying, “This is about you right now, okay…?”
The blue banded teen stiffened slightly at the other’s sudden firm voice, looking down at his own knees as he rubbed his thigh with his free hand anxiously.
Donnie’s eyes softened once more for, like, the fourth time this hour at the eldest’s anxious demeanor, going into his pouch and giving his brother a stress ball, which the blue banded turtle gladly took.
The second youngest sighed, “I-I’m not angry at you, okay?”
The other looked at the taller doubtfully.
“Don’t look at me like that!!!” The russet eyed teenager huffed, “I might be frustrated that you’re pushing down your feelings in order to 'protect mine'…but I would never be mad at you.” He emphasized, “Never.”
But then, the purple banded teen then jokingly hummed in thought, lightly rubbing his brother’s knuckles with his fingers, “Well…there was that one time you swapped the house sprinkles and replaced them with salt for my ice cream…I was mad at you for that.”
And thank God Leo cracked a small smile; rolling his eyes and giggling slightly at the random comment, “Okahay thahat was an accident…”
“You put food coloring on the salt! 'Accident' my ass.”
The eldest just laughed harder at the memory, “Yohour fahahault fohor falling fohor ihit…”
The second youngest sighed dramatically, “Gaslighting the victim at its finest, I see.”
The purple banded turtle then lightly bumped his brother’s shoulder, squeezing his hand one last time, “I do need you to know, though…it gets better, Leo…okay?” Donnie said with..so much love and compassion and just utmost respect for his older brother.
“…Does it…?” The sapphire eyed teen murmured.
“It does.” The other assured, “I-I know it doesn’t feel like it right now…but it does.” He said, examining his brother’s readable but yet unreadable expression, “…You don’t believe me…”
“And why should I?” The other quietly and carefully asked.
“…Would I ever lie to you?”
“…No.” Leo concluded as he sniffled, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder as the taller mutant chuckled, “And I’m just gonna be blunt here…you’re a worrywart.” Donnie snickered.
“Hey!!” The young leader huffed.
“And you worry and stress about a lot of things.” The young genius exclaimed, “And that’s okay. But what’s not okay is you disregarding those feelings.”
“You’re our big brother for Christ sake! I would lowkey be kinda worried if you didn’t worry about us.” Donatello laughed, “But you have to trust that we’ll be okay in the end. We have each other…and personally? That’s all I really need…”
Leonardo’s eyes shined slightly, burying his face in his brother’s upper plastron, “L-Love you…”
“I love you too, shortie.” Donnie smiled softly as he gently squeezed the other against him before letting go and getting up to put the rest of the medical kit things away.
“So…how do I look Doc McStuffins?” The leader in blue grinned cheekily as he wiped away his excess tears.
The younger rolled his eyes fondly, “Okay, well first of all: fuck you. And second, your okay. Just a couple scratches…nothing major.” Donnie said as he disposed the rest of the dirty cloths and disinfectant wipes in the trash.
“But if I see you training at all for the next two weeks I will personally burn your entire Space Heroes action figure collection.” Donatello huffed.
Leonardo’s eyes widened, “…You wouldn’t.”
Donatello raised a brow, smirking, “Wanna bet?”
The eldest sighed in defeat, looking down at the ground and pouting slightly, “No…”
Donatello chuckled at the other’s demeanor, going in front of him and holding his hands gently, “But you have to promise me something.”
“Hm?”
“Talk to someone if you feel shitty about yourself or something!” The purple banded turtle huffed, flicking his brother’s forehead, “You know better than anyone else here that bottling up feelings just ends up badly.”
“And put some damn lotion on. Your hands are ashy as hell.” The russet eyed teenager said, holding back a snort as his older brother stammered over his words at the random order.
“Wohoah wooooah, pause pause pause!” The blue banded turtle giggled, waving his hands, “I thought we were having a moment!”
“We were!” The russet eyed mutant laughed, “I just need you to put some cream on. It’s bothering me!”
“Everything bothers you…” The leader in blue grumbled under his breath, getting up from the bed and getting lotion which was on one of the desk tables. “Better?” The older said sassily as he put the cream on, raising an eye ridge to the taller teenager who just snickered in amusement by his sassiness.
“Much better, ash baby.” The taller chuckled, sitting down on the bed as the smaller followed.
“So…what now?” The sapphire eyed teen hummed.
“Well, I dunno if you heard but Raph and Mikey wanted to watch Toy Story 3…” Donnie said.
“Of course they did…” Leo laughed fondly, “And here I thought I cried enough today…”
“…You sure you’re okay, though…?” The other asked.
“I mean, yeah…” The sapphire eyed mutant shrugged, “I just wish I knew what to do when stuff like this happens…”
“…Like Dad did?” Donnie mumbled.
“Like Dad did.” Leo nodded, sharing a small smile of remembrance with the younger.
Donatello nodded, getting up for a quick second as he took off his mask and washed his hands in the Med-bay sink. The eldest quickly and quietly followed, washing his hands as well before drying them.
And…remember the silence?
The shell crushing berating silence that he couldn’t stand for more than 0.1 seconds…?
…Well, it was gone now…
But it was replaced with comfort. And quite personally that was way better than just straight up awkwardness…
Leonardo put on a comfy hoodie as his sibling did the same, the both of them ready for the movie night about to unfold but…not quite ready.
If that made sense.
“Awkward sibling hug?” The russet eyed teen said as he stretched his arms out, causing his sibling to chuckle, rolling his eyes.
“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” The sapphire eyed mutant laughed fondly. “I was making a reference!” Donatello exclaimed as he pouted slightly. “Just come here!”
The shorter turtle just fondly rolled his eyes once more, embracing his younger brother. Donatello gave the other a comforting kiss on the cheek, causing the blue cladded teenager to stifle a small giggle.
“JESUS! Dohon!” The older one shouted, hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder before letting out a small snort, “Noho Dohon whyhy…?”
“Because I love you? Duh.” The other laughed, holding his sibling against his plastron tighter as his free hand danced around the leader’s sides.
“Ihi knohow thahat!” Leo squealed, “Yohou don’t need to fuhucking kihihiss me to show IHIHAT! SNRT NONOHOH WAHAIT!!” He cried as his brother pinched up and down his ribs like a harp. “IHI CAHAN’T!!”
“IIIiIIiI cAaAaaan’t..” The young genius teased.
The leader’s face turned the lightest of pink, shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed, “DOHON’T MIHIHIMICK SNRT MEEHEE!” He demanded.
“Been there, done that.” The other shrugged casually, giving small kisses in the crook of the smaller’s neck, causing the smaller in question giggle’s to raise a million octaves.
“EHEHEHEW!!!” Leonardo complained through cackles, “SCREHEHEW AHAFF!!”
“Notice how you’re still in the hug though.” Donnie commented, stopping and giving the other a quick squeeze before letting him go.
“Shuhut snrt up…” The sapphire eyed mutant huffed, almost jumping out of his shell as the second youngest poked him one more time before opening his phone notifications.
Text from 'RAPH-A-HELL', 2 minutes ago:
'WHAT IS TAKING YOU GUYS SO DAMN SO LONG DID LEO LOSE A LIMB OR SOME SHIT???!!??}{{>'
Donnie sighed as he texted his older brother back, sighing louder as his other older brother peered over his shoulder to see who he was texting.
Nosy ass…
'We’ll be right there, Raphie 😗'
'YOU SAID THAT AN HUPOUR AD FITENN MINUTES AGO 😡😡😡😡😡🥺'
'*😡!!!!'
Leo quickly snatched the phone from Donnie’s grip, quickly typing something before handing it back.
'Yeah yeah Mr. Cranky we’re coming 🤡🤡🤡🤡👺👺👺🤑🤑🤠👹👿😈👾💩👻'
Donnie held back a snicker as he looked at the text, putting his phone in his pocket as Leo grinned in satisfaction. “Lemme guess…” Leonardo hummed, “He left us on read.”
“Can you blame him? Those emojis you put looks like they came straight from hell…” The taller remarked as they walked out of the Med-bay, heading to the living room.
Hii!!! This is gonna be a long one lol and also I feel a bit weird so sorry in advance🙏🙏 had this random idea about day 11 where it was hurt/comfort, percy jackson heroes of olympus, lee!leo ler!will and leo has to stop by the infirmary after coming back to life to just make sure everything’s alright and he was having a shit day and Will notices and asks him about it and he tells Will about all the things he’d been through (throughout the books or what we’re told previously), and Will gives him a hug and is comforting him and stuff and he accidentally tks him and asks for confirmation if it’s okay and then hugs him and tks him
I KNOW THATS A LOT SO I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS ONE OR IF YOU’D PREFER NOT TO BUT WHICHEVER WAY THAT ENDS UP BEING THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE. AGOOD DAY/geN
TickleTober Day 11 - Hug
~Uhm, HELLO?!? I LOVE this prompt! Never feel bad for giving me a lot; I love hearing y'all's ideas! ( ^w^ ) It's been a hot second since I've read the books, so I'm sorry if they feel OOC. This takes place in The Hidden Oracle when Leo shows up at Camp HB. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Leo Valdez
Ler: Will Solace
Summary: Leo is feeling like flaming garbage after returning to camp. He visits Will to make sure everything inside him is how it should be. Luckily, the healer knows just how to mend his broken spirits.
Warnings: spoilers for HOO and TOA! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
“Please keep off that leg for a few days, okay? I know it feels fine, but I don't want you damaging any tissue that didn't fully heal.”
Will smiled tiredly as he sent off the last injured camper from his medical tent. The Colossus had done quite a bit of damage; he'd been helping folks almost the entire day.
With a groan, the blonde collapsed on a clean cot, running a hand down his face. He missed the sound of the tent flap opening, keeping his eyes closed.
“Uh…howdy, stranger.”
The boy jolted upwards, grabbing the nearest item and pointing it at the intruder somewhat menacingly. His face fell when he noticed that, one, he was holding a glove balloon he'd made for an upset camper, and two, Leo was the one in the opening.
“Oh…Leo! Hey, sorry about…yeah. I'm just frazzled.” Will lowered his “weapon,” hopping off the cot to greet the boy. “What's up?”
“You're cool, man. Just wanted to get a checkup, make sure all my insides came back right.” Leo chuckled, poking his own side in an attempt to lighten the mood. He and Will weren't super close; he didn't want things to be awkward.
“Right…right! How could I forget?!” Will immediately sprung up, reinvigorated by guilt and frantic panic. What if Leo's intestines didn't come back right?! It was a godly cure, and they weren't always keen on demigod safety…
“Woah- hey! It's cool, man, it's cool! You've been busy; we're good.” Leo smiled, though it was a little off-putting to Will. He seemed…less. Less excited, less energetic, less snarky.
Less himself.
After he had Leo situated on the cot, he tried to sneakily ask him how he was doing during the checkup. The fiery demigod didn't seem like the type to readily discuss his feelings.
“So how have things been since…ya know.” Will awkwardly asked as he checked Leo's reflexes. The boy's leg kicked out healthily.
“Interesting, I guess. Wish I'd gotten a cool scar or something. Would've been worth it,” Leo joked, though a small part of him was serious. A sick, bad-boy scar wouldn't have been the worst side effect.
“Hmm. Alright…” Now Will was worried; jokes like that weren't a sigh of good mental health. He'd sacrificed himself to save them, but he'd done it pretty secretively.
“Can I touch here? I need to give you a quick physical.” Will pointed to his middle, not wanting to move forward until he had consent. With Leo's nod, he continued.
“I mean, it wasn't horrid, ya know?” Leo began to ramble, trying to fill the semi-awkward silence. It was suffocating. “Sure, it hurt, but… I didn't see the underworld or anything. No real damage done!”
“Leo…” The blonde paused, furrowing his brows. Nope: that was getting addressed.
“Are you okay? Mentally, physically, all of it?”
The brunette bit his lip, feeling his eyes water. Damn it! He'd been trying so hard to stay upbeat; he'd just have to lie.
“I…” Leo's voice broke, and he cursed himself for it. Before he could bury his face in his hands and combust, a strong pair of arms wrapped around him.
“It's okay, Leo. You don't have to be perfectly happy. You're allowed to feel broken.” Will's voice was steady and soothing as he reassured the shorter boy, squeezing him just tightly enough to feel secure.
For a few minutes, Leo just melted into the embrace, letting the tears and the sounds that came with them flow. He'd been bottling up so much since he was revived, and even beforehand.
When it felt like his lungs weren't trying to kill him, Leo attempted to speak. He hated how weak his voice sounded.
“Sorry, I…yeah. Didn't mean to fall apart.” Leo's gaze fell, though quickly snapped back up when he fell Will pull away. The other boy's hands remained on his shoulders, grounding him.
“There's nothing to be sorry for, Leo. You needed to cry after literally dying and coming back to life. That's completely valid.”
How could that boy be so calming, yet make him so sad?! Leo blamed Apollo children's poetry skills.
“O-okay, okay, I get it! Quit making me all mushy, you jerk,” Leo snapped, though he instantly melted back into the hug when Will pulled him in.
“Just making sure you remember.” Will chuckled fondly, feeling a protective urge wash over him. He wanted Leo to feel safe and secure. “You wanna talk about it?”
“I…yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.” Leo nodded, feeling a bit surprised by himself. He usually hated talking about his feelings, but Will was such a nice friend; he felt secure enough to open up.
Leo told him about everything: his mother, the Wilderness camp, the fear of making his decision, the guilt from lying to his friends on the Argo II, the all-encompassing agony he'd endured during his death, the guilt he still felt from making his friends cry and coming back after Jason was gone.
Will listened to all of it, still holding Leo and helping him vent. While most of the content was saddening and serious, the blonde was happy Leo was getting it out.
“I just don't know what to do, ya know? How do I stop feeling so…ick?” Leo splayed his fingers out, trying to show his general unease with his hands.
“There's a few ways, though everyone copes differently. What're you hoping to feel instead of ‘ick’?” Will spoke gently, trying not to use too many big, mentally-concious words. It was still a miracle that Leo opened up at all.
“I dunno…happy, I guess? Less heavy. I wanna go back to feeling like I'm alive, rather than…well, ya know. Burdened.” Leo laughed at that; it felt weird to actually say “burdened” in context.
Will searched his mind, trying to remember something that would help. His thoughts wandered to one of Nico’s bad days, remembering how he'd cheered the boy up. That could work…
“Do you trust me?”
“What?” Leo tilted his head, wondering why Will just suddenly asked that. Random… “Uh, yeah. Why?”
“Hold your arms out. If you hate it, tell me to stop, and I will.” Will's words were cryptic, of course; he didn't wanna spook Leo by outright asking for the goofy permission. He really did think it would help.
“Uh, okay?” Leo did as he was told, holding his arms out by his sides. The scenario felt vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place why.
Will wrapped his arms around Leo's middle once again, holding him close. Before the son of Hephaestus could question him, he felt ten wiggling fingers on each of his sides.
“Pfft- whahahahat?! Wihill!” Leo squirmed in place, his arms snapping down to his sides. Will's were already blocking the way, so he couldn't really protect himself from the tickles.
“What? Everyone needs a good laugh sometimes. These are a good way to lighten up.” Will shrugged, settling his chin on Leo's shoulder. He could feel the abnormal heat radiating off the boy, but it only made him even more comfy.
“S-seheheriously? Thihis is duhuhumb!” Wriggling around, Leo tried to pry Will's hands off. Thanks to their position, he could really only swipe at the blonde's forearms and complain.
“If you don't like it, just tell me to stop. You know I will.”
Ugh, that wasn't fair! Leo didn't actually want him to stop, but he was basically making him admit that! It was ruining his bad boy image!
“Shuhut uhuhup, Solace!”
That made Will's dumb grin double in size. Leo couldn't see it, but the sunshine boy was really happy that he was enjoying the tickles. One, he found another friend that enjoyed them, and two, he was actually helping Leo feel better. Two birds, one stone!
“I wonder if your ribs are ticklish…” Will thought out loud, moving his hands up to scribble on the backs of Leo's ribcage. He wasn't disappointed; belly laughter quickly replaced the giggles, filling Will's ears.
“CRAHAHAHAP!” Leo's warm hands settled on Will's shoulders, squeezing as he tried not to violently squirm. A very not-nice word slipped through his laughter, making Will gasp.
“Leo Valdez! Language!” Will pretended to be angry, doubling down on the rib tickles. Okay, maybe that was hypocritical—he’d said much worse during stressful moments—but it was too fun to pass up. “I won't tolerate profanity in my med bay!”
Leo snorted—dear gods, snorted—as the sensations intensified; he was losing control of himself. His hands were heating up more and more, and that only led to one thing.
“OHOKAHAHAY! *snort* STOHOHOP!”
Will immediately stopped the tickling, switching to rubbing gentle circles on Leo's back. His palms rubbed over the backs of the giggly boy's ribs, helping to ease the phantom sensations.
Leo flexed his hands as he calmed down, feeling the heat recede back into his arms and deep into his chest. Despite nearly losing control, he felt…really damn good.
“W-wohow.”
“See? Told you it would help.” Will's fond tone was appreciated, though it appealed to Leo's more mischievous side; he was already plotting revenge.
“Fihine, yeah, you were right.” Leo tried to be sarcastic, but the weight had been lifted off his chest. Even if it was only temporary, he felt relieved. “Thanks, Will. Seriously.”
“No problem, Leo. If you ever need another quick dose, I'm always here.” Will gave Leo's side a little poke, earning a giggly growl.
“Watch it, Solace. You've got one coming.” Leo gave the blonde one last hug before heading out of the tent, feeling ten pounds lighter than when he entered. He was definitely going to return the favor…
Will smiled, quickly sanitizing the cot Leo was on before allowing himself to fully relax. Man, that was fun; the stress from before was gone, leaving him tired, but happy.
After a few minutes of rest, he hauled himself out of his cot and went to find Nico. Some cuddles would be the perfect way to end such a busy day. And hey, maybe he'd drop a few hints about Leo's treatment.
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“You’re going to kill me...” Leo glared, crossing his arms at his youngest brother as the orange banded turtle just groaned in frustration.
“No, I won’t.” Mikey huffed.
“It’s going to kill me.” The elder corrected, stepping away from the kitchen counter as he hugged his arms protectively around himself.
“No. it. won’t!”
“I’m going to be a dead man, Mike…do you really want to be responsible for one of your brother’s death?” The dark blue eyed mutant sighed dramatically as he flopped on the lounge area couch.
Mikey rolled his eyes and sighed at the other’s theatrics, walking over to where the leader in blue was as he sat right next to him.
“For Christ’s sake…” The smaller turtle said in exasperation, “Leo…what I just made in front of your very eyes was a legit pickle, jellybean and salami pizza…stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”
Leonardo audibly gasped, clutching his imaginary pearls as he just gawked at his brother in awe, “IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!” He yelled, catching a glance of the concotion Mikey called food, sending a ping of disgust to go riiiiiight down his shell, “And besides, there’s no way in hell I’m eating…whatever that is...”
The elder turtle turned on the TV, which, conveniently, had Space Hero’s playing; and of course the slightly taller teen wouldn’t let such a good opportunity of watching his absolute favorite show go to waste!
“Pleeease?” Michelangelo whined, shaking the other’s arm back and forth lightly and subtly.
“Nope. Nada. No way. Get Raph to do it…he has the stomach to fit an entire generation...” Leo hummed, swatting the smaller turtle away slightly which only caused the smaller turtle in question to pester on further and further.
“But I want you to try it!” The baby blue eyed teenager pouted.
“And why should I subject myself to that?” The ledaer in blue asked, leaning on the couches cushions.
“Because you love me soooooo much and you’d do aaaaaanything and eeeeeeverything for me?” Mikey tried.
“Ehhhhhhh…I wouldn’t say all of that now...” The taller turtle snickered, holding in a laugh as he saw how absolutely offended his brother looked at the comment.
If you can’t handle the heat…don’t come in the kitchen is what Leo always says!!!
Or…was it if you can’t handle the heat…don’t come into the flames…?
Oh, whatever. Same difference! You get his point.
“I hate you.” The shorter teenager grumbled out, sinking into the couch as he crossed his arms over his plastron, looking away from the eldest quadruplet.
Leonardo sighed fondly at the other’s sudden bratty demeanor, poking him in the side repeatedly, “Pfft— oh please. You love me.” The oldest smiled.
“Fuhuhuck yohou...” The baby blue eyed teenager cursed, trying to push the taller’s hands away, “No thanks— I don’t swing that way.” Leonardo grinned.
“Yohohou’re disgusting!”
“And you’re grotesque.”
Michelangelo rested his head on the eldest’s shoulder, poking his cheek repeatedly, “Juhust aha bite…?”
“No.” The teen in blue hummed, watching the TV screen and not seeming at all bothered by his younger brother’s well-known annoying antics.
“A nom…?”
“No.”
“A nibble…?”
“No, no and no.”
“You’re. impossible!” The youngest whined, getting up and going back to the kitchen. “Sorry, Mikester…but I am not stepping another foot next to that thing…”
And at that comment, a sly smirk stretched to the smaller mutant’s face, inching back to the couch and sitting casually on the couch’s arm, “Could I…maybe convince you to~?”
“Unless you’re trying to bribe me with cold hard cash, I don’t want to hear it.” The sapphire eyed teenager hummed nonchalantly…but widened his eyes as he saw his youngest brother wiggling his fingers tauntingly towards him.
“Michelangelo…no.” The eldest glared as he backed away from the other.
“Michelangelo…yes~!” The younger mimicked lowly.
“I do nohot sohound lihihike thahat!!” The taller turtle squeaked, getting up from the couch slowly as his younger brother swiftly followed, still wiggling his fingers, “Yehes you doohoo!” Mikey giggled; as his brother’s laugh was contagious after all, “You sound like a fifteen year old Batman…”
“It’s kinda cute, actually.” The freckled faced teenager said as he pounced on his brother, both of them falling on the floor as the Michelangelo digged his nail’s into Leonardo’s sides.
The leader in blue let out a genuine scream, hugging his middles as he squirmed and squawked, “GyaHAH! Noho! Gehehet awahahay!” He cried, curling in on himself.
“Not until you try my awesome cuisine!” The youngest quadruplet announced proudly as he continued to tickle his sibling.
His sibling in question just playfully rolled his eyes at him, letting out a giggly scoff, “I aham nahateheating thahahat…”
“Oho, yes you will~!” Mikey said whilst scratching both of Leo’s underarms.
The older turtle banged his feet on the floor, flailing his arms around like a drunk man, “NAHAHO! DOHOHON’T— hic STOHOP!!”
“'Don’t stop~?'” Michelangelo teased, “You don’t have to tell me twice~!”
“THAHAT IHIHIS NOHOT WHAHAT IHIHI MEANT!!!”
“You suuuuuure~?”
“YEHES!!!”
“Not sure I believe you..” The orange banded turtle hummed casually, “It didn’t seem like you were in a hurry to leave when I was wiggling my fingers—”
“—SHUHUHUT hic UHUHUP!!”
“—Which by the way, did hint I was going to tickle you—”
“IHIHI hic hic KNOHOW THAHAT—”
“Oh, did you~?” Mikey asked, “Then why didn’t you try to leave when you had your chance~?” He chuckled as he kneaded the other’s hips mercilessly, “Y'know…I could just…stop if you tried my homemade pizza~!”
Leonardo just snorted loudly, pushing on the orange banded teen’s wrists despretley, “GEHET. OHOFF— hic! JEEHEEHEEZ JUHUST STAHAP!!”
“Hm…nah.” Mikey shrugged as he squished his elder brother’s thighs…and in result, the older let out the most deafening squeal known to man..
“N-NOHOH HIC MIHIHIKE PLAHAHEEEEASE!!!” Leonardo shouted, “OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY FINE!! I-I’LL HIC TRY HIC HIC IHIHAT!! JUHUST HIC STAHAHAP!!”
Almost immediately, Michelangelo slowly stopped his ruthless attack, helping his brother up as they both went to the kitchen.
The smaller turtle dug through the refrigerator, bringing out a whole tube of vanilla ice cream and putting it next to his concoction— I mean masterpiece...
“Lee…you’re not lactose, right?”
“Ihi hic mean…Ihi dohon’t think hic soho—”
“—You’ll probably be fine.” The youngest interrupted as he scooped out a huge chunk of ice cream and put it on the pizza.
Leo gulped nervously, glancing to the side of him as he scratched his head…
…Was it too late to suddenly grow 3 stomachs…?
…and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Leo learned he was lactose intolerant 🫶🏾💗
Uhmmm first post I’m kinda nervous ngl (👉👈) but yehehe
Leonardo
Lee
• I like hc’ing strong serious people as super ticklish, so Leo is EXTRAORDINARILY ticklish.
• He would probably be tickled quite a lot by his brothers whenever he’s being too serious or angsty.
• His brothers also like tickling him because it gives them a sence of superiority and leadership over him + seeing their serious older brother becoming nothing more than a ball of laughter makes them happy.
• His sides.
• if you squeeze his sides he will SCREAM.
• Even just using one finger to lightly scrape down his sides will cause him to go crazy.
• Something that he refuses to admit (even if he’s being tickled to death) is that he genuinely doesn’t mind being tickled.
• If anything, he likes it.
• It makes him feel like he can finally be less serious and seeing his ler laugh along with him makes him feel warm.
• Little does he know, his brothers all kinda figured that out.
• I mean, he could whoop his ler’s shell easily if he wanted to, but he just doesn’t.
Ler
• He does not tickle people often…
• …which makes it worse when he does since its so unexpected.
• He can trap anyone , anyone , under his grasp and tickle them senseless.
• He teases people about their confidence, like; “Where did all your confidence go?” “I remember you said “(thing that made him tickle you)”, wanna say that again?” Ect…
• He only tickles people for playful revenge and doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied and/or gets a proper apology from his lee.
Raphael
Lee
• Now, he hates being tickled.
• That doesn’t mean he’s not ticklish.
• Since he hates being tickled, he will murder anyone who even attempts to tickle him.
• His stomach is SOOOO TICKLISH!!
• There are some instances where he can’t get out.
• And that is when Leo is the ler.
• He’s going to crumble down to nothing when Leo tickles him.
• Since he’s made it clear he doesn’t like to be tickled, Leo doesn’t really tickle him that often.
• Unless theyre in an argument or a (/j) physical fight.
Ler
• Him as a ler is a completely different story.
• He is a rough ler.
• He will pin his lee down and hold them down whilst he tickles them.
• He also likes to hold his lee’s arm to the side and use his free arm to tickle their side (bonus points if his lee can’t use their free arm to protect their side)
• He tickles people to either annoy them, or make Mikey his lee shut up.
• I’d say he’s the one tickling people the most.
• Probably because Mikey wont stop pissing him off.
• He will tease his lee by making them feel more vounrable, like; “C’mon, its only a bit of tickling…” “Ha! You can’t move at all, can you?” “I ain’t letting you go until ___…”
Donatello
Lee
• Sigh.
• I’m sorry guys.
• For some reason i just can’t see most Donatello’s as ticklish ….
• BUT DONT YOU WORRY!!
• Yes, i dont see most Donnie’s as ticklish (including 03), but that doesnt mean i wont make random HC’s.
• Ok so uhhhh, his stomach would be his tickle spot!
• Again, I’m sorry, but he’s not that ticklish 😭
• The most you’re gonna get out of him is perhaps a giggle (which Mikey hates.)
• Unless you team up with multiple people.
• Since he’s on everyones good list, no one really has any motives to gang up on him and tickle him,
• But if that were to happen, he would be screaming of laughter.
• I feel like he doesn’t mind being tickled (mostly cause he’s not super ticklish), and he hasn’t really tried to hide that fact either.
• He doesn’t hate it, he isn’t begging people to tickle him, its just kinda in between.
Ler
• He probably wont tickle people a lot.
• But he definetly does.
• He’s a light tickler, scribbling on his lee’s torso.
• But when time calls for it, he can and will be ruthless.
• Mostly with angsty Leo or annoying Mikey.
• He will dig into his lee’s tickle spot and absolutely murder them.
• Not to annoy them, but just to make them smile more or make them shut up. Cough. Mikey.
• If he finds out you’re ticklish, he will probably lightly tickle you to hear your laughter.
• He probably gives his lee a pat on the back or a bear hug when he’s done.
Michelangelo
Lee
• Oh, how he loves annoying his brothers.
• But if they don’t feel like whooping his shell (or Splinter is nearby) they will tickle every annoying word out of him and won’t stop until they get a proper apology.
• He is the most ticklish out of them all and gets tickled the most as well.
• Sometimes he purposely annoys his brothers so they can tickle him (lee mood fr).
• There have been multiple times where he has been gang tickled by all his brothers (canon because i said so)
• I’m telling you. Walking tickle spot.
• He is ticklish everywhere.
• I feel like his ribs and armpits would be especially ticklish.
• He would be like; “WAHAHAHAIT!! IHIM SAHAHAHAHA SOHORRYHAHA!” “NOT THEHERE!! PLEHEHEASE!!” “IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!”
Ler
• If he finds out you’re ticklish, consider it game over.
• He loves tickling people to either annoy them or to see them smile.
• He is a big teaser.
• “Aww, is someone ticklish?”
• “What was that? Sorry, can you repeat that?” *tickles his lee harder*
• If you’re shorter than him, he will pick you up whilst tickling you, making you thrash around in the air.
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.
