Sorry Noah being nominated for that award when Gaten gets nothing is wild work. Noahs physical acting this season was super great, but no way that he was as consistently Great as Gaten was. Gaten legit outacts all of the actors in the room with him, has the widest range of all the cast while still staying in character, and he gets peanuts??? Thats fucking wild.
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Knock knock~ Hey I saw how you wanted some tickle requests for rise, how bout something like lee!Mikey and ler!Donnie. Maybe Mikey Is being Mikey and Donnie wrecks him with tickles?
“Donnnnniieeeee!” Mikey whined loudly, bursting into his older brother’s room completelyunannounced, basically breaking off the hinges of the door just to get inside.
The scientist in question fought back the irritated groan that was bubbling in his throat as his brother walked in, continuing to type on his computer as the box turtle inched closer and closer towards him. “Michaeeeelllll.” Donnie replied without looking up from his device, his monotone voice not quitematching the same enthusiasm as his sibling’s when the youngest called his name— but close!
To an extent, anyway.
“What is it that you require, Michael?” The purple loving turtle asked, “I’m quite busy right now.”
The youngest turtle bit back a groan, crossing his arms and raising one of his eye ridges disapprovingly, “Busy doing what? All I see is you typing on your computer like you work a nine to five.”
“Dealing with you is like working a nine to five.”The taller turtle retorted, “But anyways, while you’re here, I would very much appreciate it if you looked over my coding for one of my inventions.” The elder went into a file and as a result, a handful of numbers and signs showed up on the screen.
The box turtle squinted his eyes as if he was nearsighted; looking closer at the codings to try and decipher what the actual hell his brother was expecting him to look for.
“Yes, yes. I know.” The scientist huffed, “It’s very traumatizing to look at. Trust me…I would know, I made the darn thing.”
“It looks like your face. That’s traumatizing enough.” The youngest grinned smugly.
“…I don’t even know why I try…” The second oldest grumbled, “Okay, now off with thee. I have work to do.” Donatello said as he lightly pushed the youngest away from him so he could leave him to his work. But Mikey stood his ground firmly, going up to his older brother and sitting on his lap, making sure that he slouched just the right amount so that Donnie couldn’t see the device screen.
The elder sighed at the behavior, trying his best to get his younger brother off of him but every time he at least attempted to, the youngest would just put more of his body weight onto him. “Audible groan…gehet off of meehee!” Donnie whined in defeat as Mikey grinned triumphantly.
“Nah. Your pretty comfy. It’s like sitting on a sofa.”
“You’re built like a sofa, you goon! Now get off of me!” Donatello huffed, pushing on his little brother’s shell in one last attempt to get this orange life draining leech away from his precious body.
“Ihi aham giving you fihive seconds to gehet off.”
“Ohor whahat? Yohou gonna shohow meehee more coding?”
Donnie raised an amused brow, resting his hands at the youngest’s sides but not quite moving his fingers yet. The art loving teen squeaked in surprise at the new sensation at his sides, immediately hugging his middles protectively, “D-Dohohon’t!”
“One…two…”
Donnie held Mikey’s sides with his hands.
“Three…four…”
He rolled his eyes fondly, pinching the younger’s sides softly as he started to tickle him.
“Five.”
The orange banded teen giggled immediately, squirming in his older brother’s lap ever so slightly, “Stahap ihit!” He squeaked, holding onto his brother’s wrists as the softshell couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the gesture.
“Do you reallllly want me to stop or are you just saying that?” The elder smirked, “You could’ve gotten out of my lap but you chose not to.”
The artist loving teen blushed slightly at the question, “Dohonnie weehee ahahare nahat doing thihis right nohow!”
“I’m just asking you a simple question, little brother. I don’t understand the difficulty with you failing to answer it…” The purple banded teen hummed as he dug his hands into the other’s underarms, “Yes or no?”
The art loving turtle screamed, kicking his legs in the air and shaking his head back and forth. “YeHES! Freeheeaking *squeak* stahaHAP!”
“Oh, so yes? So you do want me to continue tickling you?” Donatello grinned at his choice of wordplay. The youngest’s laughter raised an octave as he squirmed and tried to slip away from his brother’s tickly grasp and fingers.
The taller turtle quickly typed in his wristwatch, his spider arms coming out of his battle-shell and holding the other’s wrists, pulling his arms away so he couldn’t hug his middles nor squirm away.
Mikey gulped comically, squirming in his brother’s lap still. “N-NAHA— *squeak* noho! JuhUST NOHOHOH!”
“Ohhhhh. I understand now. So you don’t want me to stop tickling you?”
“STAHAP TWIHISTING MYHY WOHORDS!”
“I’m not!” The young genius grinned, “I’m just asking you to clarify!”
The smaller turtle squealed loudly, attempting to pull his wrists free from the spider arms but all his attempts ending in vain as his older brother just continued to tickle him.
“So just clarifying…you want me to continue tickling you?”
“DEEHEEHEE!!!”
“What~? I’m just asking if you want me to tickle you. That you perhaps came in here with the intention of getting tickled by yours truly—“
“STAH— *squeal* *squeak* STAHAP STAHAP STAHAP!!!”
Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother’s frantic giggles, stopping his tickling attack but wiggling his fingers directly above the other turtle’s ribs, causing the younger’s heart to drop in anticipation as he squirmed like he’s never squirmed before.
The softshell poked the smaller turtle’s ribs teasingly a couple times, “You gonna get off of me now~?”
“IHI CAHA— *squeal* IHI CAHAN’T— *squeak*!!!” The younger teen cried out. Michelangelo was completely lost in his own laughter wonderland, still trying to at least get UP from his older brother’s lap. But with the softshell’s spider arms holding his wrists away from him, it made it even harder.
And the fact that he was completely laughing his shell off didn’t help either.
AND the fact that Donnie was making some dumb game out of this wasn’t helping either.
If there was one thing you needed to know about the youngest, it was that Mikey could not take the anticipation. At all.
Like, at. ALL.
And Donnie was just being pure Disney villain evil about it too. Which automatically made absolutely everything ten times worse…
Wait. Hold on a second…
What were even some purple Disney villain’s that Donnie resembled anyway?
Because at the end of the day the second oldest was a villain (no one just has uranium just casually stored in their room…), but Mikey just had to find out which villain.
The Evil queen? Nah. Too princessy.
Ursula? Nope. Too sea witchy.
Maleficent? No. Too emo (even for Donnie).
Dr. Facilier? …yes actually.
Donnie and Dr. Facilier don’t have similar goals per se but they definitely do look similar. And they dance the same to. They boogie down like they’re wet noodles just coming out of a boiling pot.
The box turtle isn’t usually known for throwing people under the bus…but somewhere, somehow, his purple cladded older brother was definitely on the watch list.
Now…what was Mikey doing?
Oh, yeah! Getting absolutely murdered by his older brother. Fantastic.
“Someone’s a little ticklish, huh?” The elder commented as the box turtle’s laughter kept ranging from a squeaky door to a door mouse.
“GYAHAH— *squeak* WAHA— EEEEHEHAHA!!!”
“Don’t worry, take your time.” The scientist giggled back.
“So what I’m hearing is that you’re not going to get up from my lap?”
Mikey screeched, hitting his brother’s plastron with his shell and carapace, “IHI PHYSICAHALLY CAHAHANNOT MOOHOOVE YOHOU FUHUCKIN—!!!”
“I can give you until the count of ten. I’m adding an extra five seconds just because I’m so nice.”
“YOHOU AHARE NOHOWHERE NEAR NIHICE—“
“One…”
“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT!!!”
“Two…”
“DOHOH— *squeal* DEEHEE!”
“Three…”
“SHIHIHIT!!!”
“Four…”
“PLEHEHA— *squeal* MYHY GAHAHASH!”
“Five…”
“JUHUST GEHET OHOHON WIHITH IHIHIT!”
“Six…”
“DOHOHONNIE!!”
“Seven…”
“I WIHILL KIHILL YOHOU IN YOHOUR SLEEHEEHEEP!”
“I’d like to see you try. Anyways, eight…”
“EEEEEEE!!!”
“Nine…”
“GOHODDAMIHIT!”
“Ten~!”
Mikey braced himself both physically and mentally as Donnie said that dreadful double digit number. He rested the back of his head on his older brother’s shoulder, closing his eyes and pursing his lips to prepare from the attack.
But as the smaller mutant kept waiting and waiting…the tickles never came. The youngest hesitantly opened one eye as he saw his older brother’s fingers still wiggling right directly over his ribs.
All the while, the elder just smirked evilly. The box turtle grumbled through his stifled giggles, looking up so he could glare fully at his brother.
Dr. Facilier looking ass…
“Here it comes…” The young genius said with anticipation, “Annnnny moment…”
The box turtle broke eye contact, just shutting his eyes tight as he could do absolutely nothing but wait for his brother to do the inevitable. “You must be absolutely dying knowing it’s coming…” Donnie commented as Mikey just about screamed, not being able to hold the dam that was holding his laughs in any longer.
The softshell smiled at the cackles, tracing his fingers on his younger brother’s stomach, “I’m just sointrigued to find out what would happen if I just..” He trailed off, randomly poking right below the art loving turtle’s ribs.
The taller mutant just absolutely loved putting his brother’s on anticipatory rollercoaster’s when tickling them (as you can see).
“I could stay here alllllll day…” The elder mused, “My hands are riiiiiight here, Angleo~!”
“Fuhuhuck yohou…” Mikey giggled through gritted teeth, trying not to give his older brother an ounce of laughter whatsoever…but that ship has already sailed and went to a new ocean by now.
“Oh, wow. Cussing me out now, hm?” The purple banded turtle questioned in disbelief as he landed a couple last pokes to Mikey’s lower ribs, “NONONOHO NOHOHO! OHOMIGAHAHASH IHI’M SAHAHARRY!!!” The youngest immediately gave in and apologized, his laughs raising a higher octave than a flute ever possibly could as he descended into loud cackles.
“Really? Your 'sahaharry?'”
“YEHES *squeal* YEHEHEHES!!!”
The elder hummed in acknowledgment, scribbling his nails all over his baby brother’s ribs. Happy tears appeared in the younger’s eyes as he could really do nothing but just laugh at this point in time.
The youngest could barely even speak anymore, his giggles and squeals nearly drowning out his words, “STAHAH IHI C— *squeal* IHIHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHAHAN!”
“Amused laugh. Angelo, please. I’m barely tickling you.” Donnie said as he now kneaded Mikey’s lowest rib. In result, the younger immediately jolted backwards, catching the older teen completely off guard.
“OMIGOSH!!!” Donnie yelled in panic, his metal and meat fingers both stopping the tickling onslaught towards Mikey as he hugged him fully now. The scientist and the artist both fell down on the tile floor with the chair; the young geniuses battle-shell breaking their fall.
There was a slight pause of silence before both of the brother’s broke into a large fit of laughter. Michelangelo stood, helping his brother up as they both continued to laugh.
“Thahat wahas…oho my gohosh…” The softshell snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he put the chair back to where it originally was. “Yohou lihiterally jumped uhus into tomorrow…” He commented.
Michelangelo panted heavily and let out soft giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The box turtle’s face was burning from how hard he’d been laughing but also because of how flustered he was due to the situation.
Mikey shrugged, “Whahat cahan I say? I’m aha mahahaster ahat acrobatics.”
Donatello raised a brow teasingly, facing his younger brother, “Oho, so you can do acrobatics but you can’t dance?”
“Okahay, now you juhust ruined thehehe moment.”
The purple banded turtle just chuckled, closing his laptop and putting it to charge on the desk. The smaller turtle grinned, going next to Donnie, “Sohoooo! Does thahat mean yohou like meehee mohore thahahan your computer and coding~?”
Donatello shrugged, trying to look uninterested, “Eh. I suppose so.”
“Awe, c’mon. You lohooove me.”
“I tolerate you. To an extent, anyway.”
“Wow. Thanks so much. I feel sooooo special.” Mikey deadpanned, putting a hand to his chest as Donnie hugged him. “As you should.” The elder said, glancing at his wrist-watch. “Hm. We should probably get some snacky-snacks…it’s around 1 p.m.” He stated, trying to walk to the exit/entrance but was stopped due to the result of the youngest still hugging him.
Donatello sighed fondly, peering down to the teen in question, “Your not going to let go of me, are you?”
“Nooope!”
“Figured.” The scientist huffed softly, shaking his head.
“Now let’s go to the kitchen!”Michelangelo beamed, him and Donnie shimmy-ing out of the purple room and into the hallway, on their way to find some 'snacky-snacks' to eat for lunch.
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Hi!^^ may I request permission to post one of your Klance fanart on Instagram? Will give full credit to this Tumblr account, or any other social media account you would like me to credit you on. (Only if allowed, of course.) thank you for taking the time to read this and have a nice day!
sorry but no. my art is all over ig already without permission. :( i hope you have a nice day too tho!
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