#sick alfi triumphs over editor alfi unfortunately
Note
Maybe you could do #55 with ler!Leo and lee!Donnie? It feels like something Leo would say.
That's What Brothers Are For
Summary: Donnie's a little stuck with this project, but thankfully, Leo is always willing to help out.
Author's note: Thank you for the prompt anon! You know I'm the biggest sucker for lee!Donnie, this was so much fun to create! I hope y'all enjoy!
Warnings: This fic contains tickling, proceed with that knowledge however you see fit!
Word count: 1,149
55. "Whoa! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction."
"I mean, I still don't think it matters at the end of the day," Leo said, swinging his legs over the edge of the counter he sat on.
Donnie hummed to show that he was listening, at least a bit. He had been working on the web-shooting oozesquito catcher for longer than he wanted to admit. Working with Big Mama's webs had proven to be trickier than he expected, but the device was coming along. It had previous issues with the occasional misfire, but Donnie's most recent adjustment should have fixed that. In fact, now it was exactly how he envisioned it.
"Unbelievable. It's like you're not even listening to me," Leo said suddenly, as Donnie observed his invention with bated breath.
"I think I... I think I got it! It was about time—"
Thwip. A web shot unprompted from the device and hit Donnie's left hand, securing his wrist to the table. He slammed his free hand on the table with a frustrated groan.
Leo snickered behind his fist, sliding off of the counter to aid his brother. "Relax, maybe you should take a break? You'll get it to work."
"Not if it traps us instead of the oozesquitoes," Donnie deadpanned, tugging his webbed hand uselessly. Even though he didn't stomp his feet and huff whenever his tech didn't work properly these days, Leo could see the frustration and disappointment climbing.
Leo jostled the device, which shot another web that whizzed past Donnie's head before splatting against the wall.
"Leon! Don't touch anything, just—leave it alone!" Donnie said. He dropped his head down onto the cold table, breathing through the desire to set his entire lab on fire.
Leo laughed, clutching his sides and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, much to Donnie's dismay. "Okay, okahay, let me help you..."
Donnie waited for Leo's "help" that never came. He picked his head up inquisitively, seeing a mischievous smirk on Leo's face. Donnie pulled again at his webbed hand, backing away in his spinny chair anxiously. "L-Leo?"
"I mean, come on, Don! It's just too easy," Leo said, gesturing to Donnie's current position. "Besides, you're so frustrated with your invention, I think you could use a little break."
"Don't you dare, Nardo," Donnie said, giggles bubbling up as he tried to inch his spinny chair farther away from his twin looming over him.
Leo sucked in a long breath through his teeth and held his hands up defensively. "Sorry DonTon, my hands are tied, I mean... you see why I have to, right?" He dragged his fingers over the sides of Donnie's shell, not sounding quite as apologetic as he claimed to be.
Donnie's giggles burst forward and he tried to twist away from the offending hands, but his trapped hand offered little leeway. "N-Noho yohohou dohon't, Leohoho!"
Leo smirked at his brother's predicament, bringing his hands up to poke at Donnie's neck. The giggles died down a bit, but the genius still flinched at every prod. "You're just sooo ticklish, DonTon, it's really your own fault."
"Thahahat doesn't—AHhahaha!"
Leo cut him off with a few well-placed squeezes to the thighs, and it took everything Donnie had in him not to scream. His knees hit the underside of the table before he slid out of his chair and onto the ground in a futile attempt to escape Leo's attack. However, his left hand still stayed secured to the table.
"Oh perfect! Thanks DonTon, this makes things much easier," Leo said, wiggling his fingers into Donnie's exposed underarm. And good Galileo, did that tickle so much.
"N-Nahahardo!" His brain short-circuited from the overwhelming tickly sensations. All he could do was laugh and frantically flail his free arm, which did manage to land a few hits to Leo's face.
"Do you feel less stressed, brother?" Leo asked innocently while he dodged Donnie's flying arm.
"Pff—yehehehes, fihihine!"
Leo stopped his attack, laughing alongside his giggly twin. "Okay, ohohokay, I'm done! I just couldn't stand to see you so grumpy."
Donnie breathed through the residual giggles as the gears in his brain started turning properly again. He punched Leo's shoulder with a halfhearted glare. "N-Noho, not grumpy, just working. When your insufferable brother interrupts your important project, you'll understand."
"I'll let you know if he does, but he's still stuck to a table right now," Leo said, punctuating his sentence by flipping Donnie's goggles over his eyes.
Donnie flipped the goggles back up with a huff. "If you don't mind, I was in the middle of something."
"Lemme help you."
"Nardo," Donnie said in a warning tone when Leo reached for his trapped wrist.
"Relax, I'm not gonna tickle you, I'm just gonna un-stick you—"
"Stop! You... You're going to anyways!"
"Oh, so you mean to tell me your arms are ticklish too?"
Donnie groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand. "It doesn't matter, just—"
"Dude, is there anywhere that you aren't ticklish?"
"Never mind!" Donnie scowled as Leo burst into uncontrollable laughter yet again. He waited for his twin to calm down before he tried to continue. "Look, you don't have to—"
"Allow me, hermano," Leo said suddenly, grabbing Donnie's forearm and trying to worm his fingers between where the webs met Donnie's skin.
The reaction was instant: Donnie's head dropped back and his free hand flew to his mouth, holding back an avalanche of frantic giggles. His feet drummed against the floor in an effort to release some of the ticklish energy that was building up.
"Whoa!" Leo said, pulling the web off of Donnie's arm slowly, "I didn’t expect that much of a reaction!"
Donnie wanted to say something snarky in return, but he couldn't trust himself not to succumb to the giggles if he opened his mouth at all. Leo's fingers traced all over his forearm (seemingly aimlessly at times) only briefly interrupted when he moved to pull webs from Donnie's hand.
"Hang on, stop moving," Leo said, freeing Donnie's hand with one last quick tickle to his palm, earning a gasp from his twin.
Donnie wasted no time rubbing away the tingling sensation on his arm. He glared at his brother, but the small smile pulling at his mouth betrayed him. He punched Leo's shoulder again with his newly-freed hand. "This is why you're not allowed in my lab," he said flatly.
Leo flipped the goggles once more as he got up to leave. "You're the one who lets me in every time."
Donnie fixed his goggles and rubbed his wrist, easing the queasy feeling from the web touching his skin. "I would have gotten it myself."
"Sure you would've," Leo called back on his way out of the lab.
Donnie rolled his eyes and got back to the task at hand. Though he would never say it out loud, Leo's idea of taking a break was a good idea. Probably Leo's first good idea ever.
#my writing#sfw tickle fic#sfw tickling community#rottmnt tickle fic#ticklish!donnie#i loved writing this#i'm so sick right now but i hope you all enjoy this#sorry in advance for any possible errors#sick alfi triumphs over editor alfi unfortunately
68 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
