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HELLO!!!!! 🧡❤️🧡❤️🧡❤️

I'm just gonna send my requests in consecutively now as I remember- prepare yourself I suppose!! Also note that you should feel completely free to pick and choose between these, I am in no way trying to force you to write more than you'd like! 💕💕

Alrighty, #1 💥💥💥

How about a 2003 tmnt fic?? I am in love with the lee Mikey one you did a while ago- it's so cute 😭😭 I'm thinking lee Donny and ler Raph 👀

Love you forever, you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for!!! 💗💗💗

❝To Rest & Recover❞

❤️💜 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙹𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎 ❤️💜

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚💓💞💗𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰💓💞💕 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃! 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚖𝚐—𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢...𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!!! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚃!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻,𝟷𝟿𝟹

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🛠️💜

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 💢❤️

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢—𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒��𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢; 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗…𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜.

𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝—𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 ⛹🏾‍♀️💯✨‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

The lair was eerily quiet in a way that could make a pin drop sound like a bomb; the drip of the kitchen faucet that still needs fixing, the low hum of the ventilation, the distant clatter of Mikey messing with something he probably shouldn’t be—it all sounded way louder than it should.

Well, besides Mikey’s actions, of course; those would always be loud no matter where he was or what day it was.

But this morning, for Raph at least, every tiny movement—every breath, and every blink felt like an Easy-Bake Oven going absolutely haywire in his skull.

Which could only mean one thing…

…He…was…thinking!

Absolutely horrific, I know.

Though, the emerald eyed turtle had been doing a whole lot of that this morning—really, all week. And even if you only knew him for a second, well…you’d know right away that he wasn’t your typical ‘Thinking type’ guy. Moreso, an ‘Act first, deal with later’ kinda guy.

He wasn’t dumb of course; but Raphael just preferred doing actions waaaaay before thinking them out.

And what he was about to do? That took a lot more thinking than he was used to.

The second oldest of the turtle vigilantes strolled down the hallway with his hands completely shoved in his shorts pockets, trying to look as casual as possible but ultimately failing.

He didn’t want to overthink it—but…he already was.

As Raph made his way to the end of the hallway, a soft and purplish glow came from underneath the second youngest’s door, lighting the floor with bright and bold colors before the broad-shouldered teenager could even stand directly in front of it.

The bright and bold colors in question cast a faint, flickering haze across the walls like it was going to give out any second, giving Raph the impression those lights had been on all night.

Donatello never stopped working, did he? The hothead thought sadly to himself.

For Shell’s sake it was seven in the goddamn morning; it was too early for this.

The red-themed turtle let out a slow breath as he made his way outside the door, determined to check on the young scientist this morning—as if it were his dying mission to do so.

With the rest of their family busy in the kitchen, putting the final touches on breakfast, Raph figured it was the perfect time to check on his immediate younger brother—he’d been acting a little…off lately.

But if Raph was just being completely dramatic and Donnie was totally fine—cool. But if not? Then yeah, checking was worth it. Better to bug him than sit around not knowing, y’know?

Besides, as a sibling, Raphael just felt obligated to check on his family members from time to time. The only thing he needed to work on though was figuring out what to say in those emotional moments because…what was there to say anyway?

Raph wasn’t a huge empath like Mikey, altruistic like Leo or wise and all-knowing like his Father, Splinter.

He was just…Raph. And the mutant was better at cussing things out rather than talking things out, anyway.

Which…is what made him awkwardly stand outside his immediate younger brother’s door like he was half expecting a DoorDash deliverer to give him some Panda Express.

Although, something deep in his gut told him to just…go the hell inside, that he needed to see for himself that the young genius wasn’t falling apart under all of those screens and skyscraper high expectations he set for himself.

The emerald eyed teenager slid a hand down his face, cracking his knuckles as he prepared himself, “Dee.” A light knock. “Don.” A slightly louder knock. “Donathon.” A knock with more force than the other two combined.

But despite that…no answer was heard from the other end of the door.

Did the second youngest mysteriously go deaf or something?!

Or…was he ignoring him?

The second oldest hesitated, but eventually he pushed his sibling’s door open and stepped inside as he was almost completely blinded by the glow of the monitors in shades of green, red, orange, blue—heck, the whole rainbow besides purple.

Raph wrinkled his snout as he quietly closed the door from inside the room, getting hit with a scent of coffee, coffee, and more coffee.

God, he hated coffee.

From the inside, it was uncharastically and unnaturally dark and quiet. Donnie was tucked underneath his bed nook—right where he kept all of his half-finished gadgets and spare written down invention ideas. There were tools and papers and blueprints scattered all around him as he was curled in a corner, his knees pulled up to his chest as he absentmindedly tugged at his hoodie sleeves whilst glaring at the ground.

Ah. So he was ignoring him…how quaint.

But despite that rude factor, the elder couldn’t help but inwardly wince at the sight of the scientist, darting his eyes quickly away from the other teen as he adjusted his glasses awkwardly.

The taller turtle lingered next to the closed door way longer than he meant to before crossing his arms and then uncrossing them. He then played footsie with himself like he was planning on leaving but he stayed in the same exact spot he was in when he walked into Donnie’s abode.

The silence stretched for even longer than it needed to and the crimson eyed mutant in front of him didn’t even bother looking up.

Raph cleared his throat. Twice. But Donnie didn’t even acknowledge him.

Raph wanted to say something—he knew he should and needed to but…his throat completely locked up.

What was he even supposed to say? “You okay?” Of course he’s fucking not. That was so obvious.

Raphael fiddled with the doorknob, looking at the floorboard, “…Mikey made pancakes for breakfast.” He finally mumbled out in a small attempt at conversation, “You…want yours or...?" He trailed off as he gestured towards the outside with his thumb as casually as he could, trying to mask his concern towards the others' completely hunched demeanor.

The taller crossed his arms again and gently leaned against the closed door, trying to, again, keep it casual—but his tone came out more softer than usual—the kind of softness that the red cladded mutant only reserved for his family.

“C’mon, Don…you seriously gonna pass up Mikey’s legendary chocolate chip pancakes?” The older teen lightly teased, “Y’know eatin’ them is basically like visiting heaven.” A small beat. “He even put extra whipped cream on yours; I’m kinda jealous.”

Still no answer from the turtle tech whiz.

The emerald eyed vigilante then shifted his weight, his eyes flicking to the ceiling before landing on his brother and carefully stepping towards him.

Raph leaned on the wall Donnie was sitting against, crossing his arms one last time as he gently glanced at the other, “Look—real talk: if you wanna just…vibe here instead, that’s cool. But before y’know it, it's gonna be past noon and y’know I hate it when you don’t eat.” The older one expressed, his jaw clenching at the mere memories of the second youngest going days on end without consuming anything besides air.

“I…could also grab your pancakes from the kitchen an’ bring ‘em down here? Less effort for ya to get up from ya lazy shell.” Raphael offered, his voice rough but gentle.

The shorter teen didn’t answer nor blink, his gaze still prolonged on the ground below.

Raph patiently waited for…honestly anything as the silence stretched; uncomfortable and heavy. He quietly sighed, scratching the back of his neck then turned to head for the kitchen. But before the red themed turtle could take a single step, there was a sudden, small tug on his wrist.

Donnie’s hand, cold and trembling, wrapped around the older’s wrist, holding him there. His eyes then finally lifted, glassy and tired and meeting Raph’s with a quiet desperation he couldn’t put into words.

The hothead froze, his heart sinking all the way down to his feet as he looked at his younger brother.

Raph had always thought his immediate younger brother’s eyes were simply too bright for this world—always analyzing and always seeing things no one else could.

Even when Donnie kept his purely piercing red eyes after becoming his monster form, the personality, the love and the understanding in his eyes never changed.

But now…looking down at him from where he was standing…his eyes just looked…tired; tired and sad.

He wasn’t used to that.

He wasn’t used to seeing Donnie look at him like that—like he was trying to say something he couldn’t get out, like he was stuck in his own head and he felt like he couldn’t get out.

Correction, he didn’t want to get used to that.

Raphael would rather face a whole army of endless Foot soldiers than see that look on Donnie—heck, anyone in his family's face. Admittedly, it made him feel…pretty useless; like…there was absolutely nothing he could punch or threaten to fix it.

The tech whiz’s eyes were practically begging Raph not to leave, even if he didn’t say it outright.

But then Raph realized, maybe for the first time in a while that…Donnie needed him here—not to fight something or fix…anything.

But to just…stay. And of course, without a second thought, Raph would.

Even if he didn’t know the right words to say. Hell, he’d stay for as long as Donnie needed him to.

The taller teenager’s shoulders softened as he crouched down to sit right next to his brother, letting the shorter one keep hold of his arm as he put his shell against the wall, “Or…I could just…stay. That—That works too.”

Donnie hugged Raph’s arm to his chest, resting the side of his head on Raph’s shoulder. The emerald eyed ninja gently smiled, tenderly kissing the other’s cheek as he rested the back of his head on the wall, “Didja sleep at all last night?”

The crimson eyed turtle silently shrugged, “Some…enough, anyway.”

The older huffed, “That better not be Donnienease for ‘fifteen minute nap completely slumped on a stool.’”

Donatello frowned further at the attempted joke, his eye ridges knitting together as he focused on nothing but thinking about something. “I was trying to fix some circuit boards that fried up but…” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand, “…I-I don’t remember what I was doing to fix them in the first place.” The teen with the wisteria colored hoodie quietly admitted. “I know it was important—obviously; their circuit boards. I just…my brain isn’t cooperating with me.” He finished, mentally cursing himself for sounding so jumbled up.

Raph hummed as he listened to his younger sibling’s small rant, resting his chin on the top of the other’s head. “Wanna tell me what's been buggin’ ya, then? No pressure if not.”

Crimson eyes darted everywhere and anywhere except Raphael’s face, the younger fidgeting with his fingers like he was doing Naruto hand signs, “I think I might be burnt out.” He murmured in a low and almost embarrassed tone which confused his older brother to absolutely no end. But, the older one in question didn't speak on it; just straightening his posture as his hand held Donnie’s with a tight grip as he nodded, “Ya mean, like, tired?”

“No…not tired. Just…used up, I guess.” The younger one explained. “Like..imagine a car that has no gas but the driver is still trying to drive the car despite knowing the car has no gas left.”

“So imma guess you're the driver, huh?”

Donnie timidly nodded, bouncing his legs in a repetitive rhythm, accidentally hitting Raph multiple times, “It’s like…I don’t know how to stop driving. If…I-If I stop…I’m not doing anything.”

“Well, you don’t gotta do anythin’ right now. You just gotta be…Dee.” The taller explained, gently nudging his sibling’s knee with his own to try and calm the other’s anxious stims. “You’re not a machine, Don. You're a person. You needin’ a break or two isn’t a sign of weakness…you just needa heal ‘sall, so…lemme be with you as you do that, yeah?”

The purple cladded ninja’s eyes glistened a bit at the small monologue, wiping his eyes with the palm of his thumb as he let out a low chuckle—jeez, his brother could be such a sap sometimes. “Have you been listening to Leo’s motivational speeches on repeat when you go to bed or something?

“Nope.” Raph proudly grinned, pointing to himself with his thumb, “That was all me, baby.”

The crimson eyed mutant playfully shuddered, “Thahat's somehow eeeeeven worse…” He murmured as he shifted again for the third time in just a couple seconds. Donnie then crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and now he was sort of just hugging his knees and angled slightly towards Raphael but trying very hard not to seem like he was.

And Raph notices—because of course he does—but he doesn’t say anything quite yet and just watches the younger from the corner of his eye. The scientist then adjusted himself again, letting his knee lightly graze Raph’s but then quickly pulling it back towards himself like he just touched something that caught aflame.

“…You good?” The red themed turtle finally asked, his rectangular frames sitting neatly on the bridge of his nose and just barely slipping every time he looked at his brother’s seated version of the hokey-pokey.

Donnie quickly nodded, giving a faux smile, “I’m fine.”

“You’ve moved, like, six times in the span of two minutes.” Raphael bluntly quipped as he turned his head to really look at Donnie, who was doing that damn thing again where it seemed like he was physically trying to take up as little space as humanly possible. His shoulders were hunched and his eyes were back to looking at the floor like it held every single answer to every single question.

“Don.” The elder urged gently, lightly nudging Donatello to try and get his attention once more.

“Sorry.” The smaller teen murmured, “I just…” He swallows, fiddling with his sleeves, “…N-Nevermind.”

The second oldest let out a sigh, and without a beat passing he opened his arms, “C’mere…”

At that, a small tint of pink made its way to the tech whiz’s cheeks as he crossed his arms defiantly, “‘M not a baby, Raphie.” He uttered.

“I never said ya were.” Raph stated calmly, “Me holdin’ ya doesn’t make you one. Besides…you're making it kinda clear you wanna hug.”

“…Am I that obvious?”

“Very.” Raphael snorted.

The hoodie-wearing teenager hesitated for maybe another second or two before carefully climbing over and settling into Raph’s lap, arms comfortable around the older’s shoulders and neck as his cheek rested in the crook of his older sibling’s neck.

Raphael slung his arms around the back of the smaller’s shell, pulling him with a casual but solid grip. “Duhude,” He snickered, his voice teasing, “I can literally feel you pouting, man.”

The purple cladded ninja exhaled through his snout but didn’t answer right away, resting his face deeper into his older sibling’s neck as he squeezed him in a tighter embrace, “I…I-I’m just sorry. I ruined your morning. I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you—”

“—Nope.” The emerald eyed mutant turtle interrupted.

“…What?”

“Nope.” The taller one repeated, “You're not doin’ that. Ya don’t need to apologize for needin’ to take a break.” He sighed, but there was no heat behind said sigh.

“But I…y-you shouldn’t—”

“—Still nope.”

The crimson eyed turtle bit in the inside of his cheek, “I was…I-I inconvenienced—”

“—That's it.” Raph remarked, playfully glaring at his younger sibling as he moved his arms down to the other’s lower shell, “This is what happens to little brother geniuses who try to apologize for being human.” He huffed, barely holding back an amused chuckle as he tickled where Donnie’s shell met his sides, resulting in the smaller to squirm like a belly dancer. “Well…mutant in this case. You get what I mean, right?”

“E-EeHEEK!!!”

“Great.” Raphael smiled, “‘Just knew you’d understand.”

“NohoHOhoh plehehEASE! Plehease naha—snrk! Rahahaph!!” Donatello squealed despite himself, frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth as he squirmed in his older brother’s lap.

“‘I ruined your morning’—bro, do you even hear yourself?! You're my little brother! How could you ruin my morning? Huh? Huh???” The red themed turtle playfully scolded, switching between pinches, scribbles and unnecessarily slow nail drags up Donnie’s sides.

“I’m saharry! I’m s-sahaHAH! Sohorry!” The crimson eyed teen cried, kicking the balls of his feet on the floor but keeping his arms around his big brother's shoulders and neck.

“I don’t want a ‘sorry’, Don.” The turtle weidling frames shook his head, “You're allowed to take a break. Heck—you could take a break until we all turn eighty and I’d still sit here with you throughout all those years.” He said. “Go on. Say it.” The older one gently demanded, stopping tickling the purple cladded teenager…

…For now anyway.

The tech whiz comically gulped, hiding even further into Raph’s neck, “Sahay whahahat…?”

“That you don’t need to apologize for needing to take a break.” The elder smiled, “Say it, please.” He adjusted his glasses before kneading his sibling’s ribs, completely ignoring how the other let out a literal scream right next to his ear before descending into a peal of laughter.

Raphael just grinned, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “Or don’t. I could do this all morning.” He huffed in amusement, “‘Not like your doin’ anythin' to stop me, anyway~!” The older teased.

Donnie let out a high-pitched squeal, shaking his head on his brother’s shoulder, “B-Buhut Ihi cahahan’t moohoove!”

Raphael playfully rolled his eyes, “Psh…yes you can.” He said simply, “See~?” The emerald eyed teenager giggled as he slipped one of his hands to mercilessly squeeze at Donnie’s hip.

“N-NahAHAHA SHIT! SHIHIT—SORRY! Hic noHO WAHAHAIT!!!” The curses tumbled out between breathless giggles as the scientist squirmed.

Fun fact: Donnie swore when he got tickled but he never did it on purpose—it just…sort of happened. Honestly, tickling him was just a gamble. Sure, you’d get silly laughs and squirms…but you’d also get cursed out so fast you couldn’t even think of a comeback to say.

And his immediate older brother found it completely hilarious.

“Guess that really tickles, huh, Dee?” Raph chuckled, moving his other hand so both of his hands squeezed at the younger ninja’s hips, his grin widening as Donnie’s laugh went up an octave. “Your wrigglin’ like a worm here.”

“SHUHUT THEHEH HEHELL UHUP!!!” Donnie screeched as he kicked his legs like his life depended on it.

Because honestly? It might as well at this point.

“Nah, don’t feel like it.” The taller teenager chuckled with a shit eating grin, “Besides, you seem to be likin’ this so why don’t you hold still?” He said as he scribbled his fingers all over Donnie’s plastron.

The younger threw his head back in hysterics, momentarily getting Raph to stop as he held his wrists, falling on the floor in hysterical giggles. Raph just shook his head fondly, adjusting his position as he sat on Donnie’s hips, zeroing down on tickling the other’s stomach.

“NAHAH—snrk! NOHOH NOHOT THE TUHUHUMMY!” The second youngest screamed as his feet practically pounded against the wall and floor.

Guess Raph found a good spot, huh?

“‘Not the tummy?’ D’aww…but why~? Is it ‘cuz it's ticklish~?” Raph teased with mock sympathy, “Is your tummy ticklish, Dee? Huh? Is that it~? My little brother’s got a ticklish tummy?”

“NAHAH RAPH PLEHEHEASE!!” The younger one of the two desperately pleaded, usessly pushing on the elder’s wrists, “T-TEEHEEASING MAHAHAKES IHAT WAHA—snrk! WORSE!”

“N’aww…teasing makes it tickle more, huh? Good to know.” Raphael hummed, completely ignoring how the smaller bucked beneath him, “But when you really think about it: this could all stop if you just said what I want you to, Dee~!”

“B-BUHUHUT—!”

“‘But’ nothin. Say you don’t need to apologize for needin’ to take a breather or I’m gonna get mean.” Raphael threatened with a terrifyingly evil chuckle.

“YOU'RE AHALREADY BEEHEEHEEING MEEHEEAN!” Donatello writhed, his cheeks darkening as he blushed profusely.

The emerald eyed vigilante casually cracked his neck by doing a simple ear to shoulder stretch, adjusting his position on Donnie’s torso, knees planted on either side and his thighs trapping the younger’s arms tight to the floor. “Oho~! You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet, Don.” He smirked as he wiggled his fingers over the younger ninja’s entire plastron and sides, barely grazing over them.

A small scream erupted from the smaller, twisting and squirming in the hold but to no avail—he was completely stuck. “NAHAO PLEEEEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Donnie’s stomach swirled with giddy butterflies, his whole face burning in blush knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

But why is Donnie freaking out so much, you ask?

You see, Raph discovered years ago that tickling Donnie’s sides while giving his stomach raspberries turned the brainiac into a swearing and cackling mess. And it had been his go-to weapon ever since. Didn’t matter if they were twelve or twenty…Donatello was still ticklish and Raphael still had fingers.

“RAPH PLEHEHEASE! RAHAHAPHIE snrt SNRT! RAHAPHIE RAHAPHIE!” The crimson eyed scientist snorted loudly, trying to curl in on himself but, of course, not being able to at all.

If it wasn’t the tickling that got him, it was the anticipation—the buildup—the pause that did. The evil way Raph would flex his fingers like some dumb cartoon villain was enough to send nervous laughter bubbling up in the purple themed turtle’s throat before anything even happened.

The wait was utter torture. And Raph knew it.

“You can build a nuke but you can’t protect your sides…how tragic.” Raphael said with a smug grin.

“YAHA—snrt! YOHOU’RE TRAGIC!” The smaller retorted.

“‘You're tragic;’ you sound like a squealing piglet.” The older mimicked while snarkily sticking his tongue out at the younger playfully.

God, being an older sibling was the fucking best.

“Last chance, Don~!” Raph said in a scary, teasy tone that made the second youngest’s whole shell shiver like he just got ice cold water dunked on him. And when he didn’t answer, his older siblings just merely shrugged his shoulders, continuing to wiggle his fingers juuuust above the tech whiz’s sides.

The turtle with frames chuckled to himself, cracking his knuckles for one good measure as he went back to wiggling them above the mutant underneath him, “One...”

Donnie sent daggers to the older, “W-Whahat ahare you—”

“—Two...” Raph dragged out as he cut off the other’s question, letting a few giggles slip out as Donnie’s eyes widened like saucers, realizing what was dawning before him, “RAHAPHIE NAHAHOT THIHIS!!!” The shorter one screeched, “NOHOH NONONOHOH RAHAPHIE NOT THIS NOT THIS NOT THIHIHIS!!!”

“Three…” Raph sang, 101% enjoying how panicky his immediate younger brother was now.

“IHI CAN’T!” The hoodie wearing turtle whined through his laughs and snorts, kicking Raphael in the back of his shell with his knees. But the older remained unphased, continuing to perform his corny witchcraft on top of the other, “Four...”

The tech whiz practically banged the balls of his feet on the wall and floor, trying to set himself free, but he knew in just a couple seconds he was going to meet his inevitable doom, “YOHOU snrt BHIHIHIG OAF! G-GEHET snrt THE FUCK OHOHOFF snrt OHOF ME!”

“Five...” The taller turtle hummed without a care in the world, latching one hand to Donnie’s side and scribbling mercilessly while his other hand still wiggled over Donnie. Donatello jolted at the feeling, his brain complete mush as his sibling was tickling the ever living hell out of him.

But despite his inner monologue complaints, Donnie did appreciate this. This whole week he was stressing, working on projects, assignments—you name it. But right now? None of that mattered. He didn’t need to know the square root of pi or use a calculator for difficult problems and equations. He just needed to be…Donnie.

And Donnie was laughing his freaking shell off…and that’s all he needed to do.

That and say the phrase his doopy doopfuck brother wanted him to say.

But Donnie was a little brother for crying out loud! He wasn’t supposed to make things easy.

“SHIHIT! NAHAO SHITSHITSHITSHIT snrt SHIHIT!” The hoodie wearing turtle cursed, squirming and twisting so hard Raph’s glasses flung off his face, falling a couple feet away from them. But instead of getting up and retrieving them like Donnie had dumbly hoped he would, Raph just simply continued counting, inching his wiggling finger closer to Donatello’s exposed side, “Six...”

Donnie squeezed his eyes completely shut in a futile attempt to make the tickly sensation at least cease for a second; he was dying here! “WAHAHAIT!”

“Seven...”

“IHIHI’M GOHONNA TEHEHELL DAHAD!!” The younger loudly threatened. The hothead just shrugged at the silly attempt to get him to stop, letting out an amused snort as his immediate younger brother peeked one eye open to see if he changed his mind at least a little bit.

“Eight...” The red themed vigilante grinned as he now tickled both of Donnie’s sides with his fingers like there was no tomorrow. The shorter sibling couldn't help but thrash underneath his brother because if he didn’t? There was going to be no tomorrow for him. “E-EEHEEP!!” He cried.

Raphael then broke eye contact with his younger sibling, his gaze going to Donatello’s plastron as he lowered his head at a excruciatingly slow pace, “Nine…nine and one-eighth…nine and one-quarter…nine and one-third…nine and three-eighths—”

“RAPHIE!!!” Donnie just about screamed, his yell sounding not so far off from your typical cave bat.

“Yeeeeees~?” Raphael playfully jeered.

“JUHUST DO IHIHAT!!!”

“Didn’t know this was a Nike commercial, lil brother.” And in one quick motion that felt like half a second to Donnie, Raph pinned the other’s wrists above his head with one hand, blowing fatal raspberries at the crook of the younger’s neck as Raphael’s free hand was preoccupied with scratching under his unprotected underarm.

Raph was so fucking mean…

“R-RAHAHA—snrt! RAHAHAPHIE!!” Donnie cackled, his high pitched squeals and loud snorts completely filling his own room.

“Whahat now?” Raph said in between raspberries, “You said ‘just do it!’”

The crimson eyed teenager couldn’t even think straight, his legs going haywire like an EasyBake oven gone wrong, stammering over his completely carefree laughs, “BUHUT YOHOU! BUHUT SNRT YOHOU—”

“‘—But I’ what, Gigglestein~?”

“IT TICKLES! IHIHIT TIHICKLES!!!” Donatello shouted, digging his heels into the floorboard which only caused Raphael to chuckle triumphantly between blowing raspberries, “Oho, you don’t say? Who knew ticklin’ ya would make the tickles tickle…” Raph snorted as well, acting as if Donnie made some new harrowing discovery, “Thanks for tellin’ me, Doc.”

As soon as the older’s torturous fingers landed and scribbled on the younger one’s underarm as he raspberried on his neck—the plan for Donnie’s funeral should have already been filed and ready to go. His legs kicked in the air now as bursts of boisterous laughter tumbled out of him. Squirming was practically useless but the younger still tried anyway; Splinter didn’t raise a quitter.

But the more he flailed, the worse the tickles got.

It was ridiculous, it was unfair and it was terribly effective.

And it was kind of the best.

“So…about that phrase I wanted you to say…” Raph said with the kind of wicked glee reserved for The Grinch and older siblings, “…I know your brain is probably all mushy and gushy from all of this ticklin’ so I’ll just repeat it and you’ll follow, mkay?” He said as he still tickled Donnie, “‘I don’t…’”

“IHI! SNRT! BAHAHA—SNRT IHI DON’T!!!”

“‘Need to apologize…’”

“‘NEEHEED TOOHOO AHAPOHOLOGIZE!!!’”

“‘For needin to…’”

“‘FOHOHOR NEEDING TO!!!’”

“‘Take a—’”

“TAKEABREAKTAKEABREAK TAHAKE AHA BREAK!!!” Donnie wheezed as Raph tickled a particularly sensitive spot on his upper ribs, “LEMME GO! LEHEHEMME GOHOH!” He cried.

The older fake pondered, tapping Donatello’s sides in thought, “Mm…I don’t think so, Dee. Say it one more time without me then I’ll letcha go.”

Donnie gasped in utter horror at the audacity of his older sibling—God, he was going to get Raph sooo bad for this, “WHAHAT?!”

“Ya heard me.”

“IHI DON‘T NEED SNRT TOHOH APOLOGIZE FOHOHOR TAHAKING SNRT A BREAK EVERY SNRK NOHOW AHAHAND SNRT AHAGAIN!” Donnie absolutely writhed, happy tears pricking in the corners of his crimson eyes, “I SAID IT! I SAID IT! I SAHAID IHAT! CUHUHUT IHIT OHOUT!”

“I dunno~!” Raphael sighed, “How do I know you mean it~?”

“IMEANITIMEANITIMEANIT!!!” Donnie squawked in pure desperation, hugging himself almost immediately as his older brother got off of him and sat next to him. “And that means I don’t want ya to do this ever again, ya hear me? You feelin’ shitty? Go to one of us; we’re called a family for a reason.” Raph said, “Got it, genius?” He finished as he gave a singular but meaningful squeeze to the scientist’s hip—a warning.

The wisteria colored hoodie wearing teen jolted, his foot darting every which way in the air as he snorted loudly, “I GOT SNRT IT!!!” He hiccuped as Raph allowed him to catch his breath, letting out a high-pitched squealy whine as he hid his flushed face in his hood, “Hohoholy shehell…” He exhaled, “Rahaphie why…?”

“‘Cuz you were bein’ mean to yerself.” Raph said simply, “And no one—I mean, no one is mean to my brothers except this guy right here.” He smirked as he pointed at himself, wrapping Donnie in another hug before nooging the top of his head.

The scientist just shook his head, unamused by the action being inflicted upon him, “Gee…thahahanks.”

“No problem, you dork.” Raphael snorted lovingly, “So~! How we feelin about getting some breakfast now, hm?”

“Ihi think Ihi juhuhust lohost fifty pounds frohom purely juhust laughing…”

“More the reason to get some food in your system.” The older one of the two said with a proud smirk, “Up and at ‘em. Let's go.” He said as he walked towards the door to finally consume something this morning but as he took one step, he quite literally crumbled as his immediate younger brother clinged to him like a mixture of a barnacle and leech.

“Ihi cahahan’t wahalk…you killed meehee...” Donnie groaned, swaying as he dramatically draped himself to Raph’s shell, putting his entire body weight on him, “Aha couple more steps, my nohoble steed…we ride ahat dahawn.”

They looked like a reluctant piggyback ride gone wrong.

But Raphael just sighed gently, fondly shaking his head as he adjusted his sibling’s grip, steadying him with practiced ease, “Hold on.” The taller said—more out of habit than a necessity as Donnie’s hands tightened around his shoulders as the two made their way to the kitchen.

And of course, Donnie, being the amazing little brother he was, picked up his big brother’s glasses and put them on him.

Raph didn’t always have the words for everything. He didn’t really know how to fix things when the world felt too sharp, too loud for just…too much altogether…

…But Raph could and would carry Donnie; he could and would hold him throughout anything and everything…no matter what.

©𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝙸, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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sammylovessprite · 2 months ago

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Tickled Pink

Jinu & Rumi

A/N: Back from vacation with a jet lag and a spontaneous new little fic! I watched this movie during my flight and loved it so much!

Summary: Things are funny when Rumi shows Jinu some internet memes, and they get even funnier when in the middle of it all, she discovers this demon is actually ticklish. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.5K

The night was just for the two of them again. Although Rumi felt bad for keeping her nightly outings, apart from her whole identity, a secret from Zoey and Mira, she also couldn't help but feel... great.

She watched Jinu point at a distant billboard promoting the Saja Boys, looking all smug and proud, and where she might have felt extremely frustrated days ago, right now she felt... alright.

"Sure like seeing your own face everywhere huh?" Rumi said with a smirk.

Jinu shrugged. "It has its charms~"

"Do demons keep track of the internet as well? You'll be amazed to see what's all on there," Rumi said.

Amazed, pleased, disgusted, there were many emotions to go paired with everything hidden on the internet.

"I know about the intranet," Jinu said knowingly without really answering her question. Rumi rolled her eyes.

"Internet. Come here," she said as they stopped walking in an abandoned little park. Jinu accepted her invitation and stood right beside her. So close they were touching. Why did he have to smell so nice?

Jinu's tiger and bird were right behind them as if watching along while Rumi took out her phone to show them the treasures of the internet.

Saja Boys memes.

"Wow wow," Jinu said when she started scrolling, showing him meme after meme, including videos, GIFs, edits, and more. It took a simple Saja Boys search to find some of the best. She did not show him her secret hidden collection of her favorite Jinu memes though.

There were many. Some funny, some funnier, some cringeworthy, and some were just classic.

"People make these?" Jinu asked, frowning. He didn't really laugh at the ones that were supposed to be funny, but he did seem quite amused.

"Yup, people are creative. Wait until we check out the literature part. The fanfiction. Hehe... Tickled pink?" Rumi pronounced smugly as she showed him an edit where someone had made Jinu wear Baby Saja's outfit. His facial expression looked really happy and the text literally said JINU TICKLED PINK.

"Looks good on you," she added, grinning to see his surprised reaction.

"Huh? I'm not tickled, and I'm not pink," Jinu said, sounding adorably flustered to see the outfit swap edit. The pink sweater and yellow hat actually looked quite cute on him.

"Come on, I'm sure you've seen and done worse on those variety shows you're joining. Man oh man," Rumi chuckled. "By the way, you know tickled pink is just an expression right? Or wait, I forget I'm talking to the guy who thought 'Save the Date' actually meant..."

She paused, blushed herself, and stared for a moment to observe Jinu's expression.

"Don't tell me you're actually tickl-"

"No."

Rumi's eyes widened and she burst out in loud laughter. "That was not smooth Jinu. Are you ticklish for real? Did 'tickled pink' somehow trigger you?"

"Nah."

Jinu casually turned away and Rumi grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.

"What! Demons aren't ticklish! They can't be!" he chirped, his voice hilariously pitchy.

"Well, then prove it?" Rumi put away her phone and wiggled her fingers at him.

"No, you prove it!" Jinu argued and he caught both of her hands. For a fleeting moment Rumi held her breath when they held hands just like that, but then she shrugged.

"Sure, I will prove it." She swiftly pulled one hand free and tickled his side.

"HOOH!" Jinu let out the most hilarious shriek and jumped in the funniest way, inviting Rumi to laugh right along while keeping up her tickle attack. She had plenty of tickle wars with Zoey and Mira. Been there, done that.

"Hehehey! Come ohohon! Wahahah!" Jinu made a funny dance move while he tried to wriggle free, but Rumi was relentless. She grinned triumphantly to see how effective her attack was with immediate results.

"Demons aren't ticklish huh? So what does that make you? Not a demon? Just a ticklish Saja Boy?" She experimented with a few pokes a little higher, creeping her fingers up his ribs, and Jinu yelped and backed away.

His fluffy tiger stood behind him, making sure he wouldn't fall, and as he leaned against the tiger, Rumi made herself comfortable too.

"Thank you for helping, just keep him right there," she said sweetly, pinning Jinu in between her and the tiger and going for the tummy attack. Ticklish boys like Jinu were bound to have ticklish tummies.

"Ahahahha now thahat's n-nohohot fahahair!"

Very ticklish.

Rumi couldn't stop smiling. Of all the crazy things that happened lately, this had to be a favorite.

"Don't think that'll work," she said cockily when Jinu tried to tickle her back. She tickled him under his arms everytime he tried, making him drop his arms with the most entertaining squealing noises.

"AHhahah!" He threw his head back and squirmed. Who would have thought? A demon, defeated by mere tickling?

"I'm a hunter. You can't take me down," Rumi said, quickly shaking her head when that reminded her of the song she and the girls were trying to write. That seemed so faraway and distant right now, covered by the sweet blissful moment of tickling Jinu until his voice was making funny sounds.

"Ahahalright! Then I y-yield ahahah! D-dohohon't!"

"Already? Boring~ You're really that ticklish?"

So very amusing. The fact that despite being a demon, Jinu had still seemed very aware of the concept of tickling, even getting flustered just to hear the phrase 'tickled pink', would either mean he was a demon who observed people tickling each other, or that demons actively engaged in tickle fights among themselves.

The latter was a fun thought as Rumi imagined the Saja Boys going at one another. A demon tickle fight. Now that would give the internet some nice content. Were all Saja Boys this ticklish? Just Jinu? Did the others tickle him?

Rumi's thoughts and imaginations ended up distracting her just a little too much and all of a sudden within a quick flash, their positions had swapped. She now felt the soft fur of the tiger as she was pressed against the spirit animal with Jinu towering over her, looking breathless, pretty cute, and also vengeful.

"You - didn't - have - to - do - that," he said. Demon or not, he looked pretty defeated by all that. He really was that ticklish huh. Still smirking smugly, Rumi shrugged.

"I actually did. That was fun."

"Don't you think I'm not going to tickle you back?"

She shook her head, still confident. "I'd like to see you try."

Despite still looking flustered, Jinu smirked. "Challenge accepted."

Underestimating the demon she just tickled to death might be among Rumi's many regrets in life, but she could not even worry too much about this new regret. Within seconds Rumi found herself sprawled on the ground, literally, while Jinu attacked her with impressive and a little terrifying strength.

Didn't she just tickle him to death? Clearly not.

"EEEEHEEEEK! Nohooho- h-how cahahan you- heheeheheey!" Perhaps she had been a little too confident. But how could she not after making Jinu squirm the way he did?

"A ticklish hunter, noted," he said as if this ticklish demon had any right to be this smug about it.

"YOU AHHAHARE SO DEHEHEAD!"

"I thought you would like to see me try? This is me trying."

Him trying literally meaning wiggling his fingers all over her stomach and sides, her ribs, even under her arms, shit!

"OKAHAHAHAY! You wihihihin, ahahaha-eeeheheheeek!" Rumi usually wouldn't surrender this quickly, but the way Jinu was smirking at her while his fingers dug into her worst tickle spots, making her shriek and bounce in the most uncharming ways, it was just madness and so embarrassing!

"What did you just say?"

Bastard!

"YOU WIN - eeheeheheek!"

"Hmm, maybe this is how I can make you do anything for me. You know, surrender to us demons? Or... have the HUNTRIX run some errands for us? Anything should be possible?"

He really was a demon alright.

"STOHohop thihinking while-AAHahah!" Rumi kicked her legs and flailed her arms, accidentally hitting tiger a few times, inviting the animal to sit by her side and rub against her face as if to apologize for anything. The bird with its little hat did the same and sat by her side, spectating her downfall.

"YOU WIIIIIN! Jihihinu plehehease!"

The tables had turned big time. He stopped his attack and held out his hand.

"Alright. Friends again?"

.... Rumi caught her breath and hesitated for a moment, taking in all the thoughts and feelings that overwhelmed her right now, and they weren't just humiliation and embarrassment.

"We were never friends, geez!" was her flustered reply as she held onto the tiger instead and helped herself up. She hugged the fluffy animal and breathed heavily.

"Your owner is the worst demon ever," she whispered, and she turned her head to see Jinu finally continuing their walk. She smiled. The worst, but also very weak to tickling himself, and although he may have won this time, it was not something she would simply let go!

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