Leo Was Getting On Donnie's Nerves So He Desided To Take Matters Into His Own Hands

Tickletober Day 18- Tickle Fight

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey, Raph

Ler: Raph, Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

"Raaaph, come read this with me!"

Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."

Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"

The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"

The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.

"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.

"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.

Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."

When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.

"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"

Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.

It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.

He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..

Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."

For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"

The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."

Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"

"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."

"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"

"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."

"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"

"Don't be so dramatic..."

yeah. I made my name juice.

I love your writing! It always makes my day when you post!!! 😋

Claws

(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!)

The boys all have claws, but it seems like they've let them grow a bit too much. So of course they have to torture Leo with them!

Lee: Leo💙

Lers: Mikey🧡 Donnie💜 Raph❤️

Leo groaned as his claw scratched across his screen, “Dang it! Guess it's time to cut them.”

He grabbed the clippers and file, neatly trimming his claws and filing them into neat ovals.

He painted them a shimmering blue and purple, and then grimaced. If his claws were long, so were the others. And they always complained and made it difficult.

Maybe if I offer to paint and shape them, they won't whine about it!

Leo thought, snapping his fingers with a grin. He gathered up his supplies in the nail kit and hurried out the room.

He went to Mikey's room first, he always fought the least.

“Oh my dear brother,” Leo called as he walked in, “It's time for claw trimming!”

“Noooo!” Mikey whined dramatically.

“Yeees,” Leo said back with a grin, “But cause you don't like it, I'll shape them and paint them.”

“. . .fine,” Mikey grumbled, holding his hand out.

Leo carefully trimmed and shaped Mikey's claws, smiling at the end result, “Color?”

“What do you think?”

“Muddy brown comin’ right up,” Leo teased, grabbing the orange and carefully painting his brother's nails.

“Thanks, Leo!” Mikey chirped, admiring the sparkly nails. And then a thought hit him, Leo had cut his nails to end in a bit of a round point. Typically he cut them square, but this was more claw-like.

I wonder. . .

Leo was putting everything back in the kit, and he jumped and squealed as he felt claws skitter down his side.

“MihiHIHIhikey!” Leo exclaimed, giggling, “That tihihickled way more than nohohormal!”

“Did it?” Mikey asked innocently, lunging forward and pinning Leo, immediately tracing at his sides.

“NOohohOHOHO!” Leo squealed, squirming and laughing, “That's sohOHOHOhohOHho bahahaHAHAD!”

Mikey laughed, ticking at Leo's ribs and making the slider shriek and cackle.

“MIHIHIHIKEY!”

“What!?” Mikey giggled, scribbling his fingers all over Leo's sides and hips, “What?”

“NAHAHA-! SNRK-! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo cackled, trying to push himself off the ground.

“I should've pushed you on your shell,” Mikey teased, “Then I could tickle your tummy! But I still got this!”

Leo shrieked as Mikey tickled at his underarms, immediately making him clamp his arms down and laugh hysterically.

He felt the pointed ends of the claws digging into the sensitive skin, poking and prodding and making it so much worse than usual.

“MIHIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE!” Leo squealed, thrashing and laughing hysterically.

“What's wrong with it?” Mikey giggled, moving one hand to tickle at Leo's neck, making his older brother squeal and immediately scrunch his neck and hike his shoulders up.

“TOOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHHCH!” Leo cackled, laughing harder as Mikey tickled harder at his armpit and started tickling his side again.

Mikey finally drew back, giggling as Leo giggled from the phantom sensation.

“Thanks for painting my nails, bro!”

“Nohoho prohohoblem,” Leo giggled, shakily pushing himself up, “I'm gonna hehelp Raph now.”

“Alrighty,” Mikey said, fluttering his fingers at Leo to tease him and making a loud giggle burst forth, “Good luck!”

“I'll need it,” Leo huffed, finally calming down from his giggle-high.

He left, heading towards Raph's room and knocking on the door, “Oh Raph!”

“Come in!”

Leo waltzed in, brandish the nail kit, “I gotta cut back those daggers.”

Raph let out a low, displeased rumble.

“But!” Leo said hurriedly, before the inevitable running would begin, “If you sit still and be good, I'll shape and polish them, deal?”

“Raph gets to pick the color?”

“Yep,”

“Fine,” Raph grumbled, sitting back down on his bed and holding out a hand.

Leo carefully cut and shaped Raph's claws, “Round or square?”

“Try round, never seen ‘em like that before,” Raph said, “Can you paint ‘em red and black?”

“Yep,” Leo said, carefully filing and then grabbing the polish. He painted on swirling patterns and grinned as Raph beamed and admired his nails.

“These look great!” Raph exclaimed, “Thanks little bro!”

“No problem,” Leo said with a smile, putting everything back up, “They look nice like that!”

“Yeah,” Raph said, studying his nails, “Hmmm.”

“What? Is something wrong?” Leo asked, scooting closer to examine the nails.

“I think you missed a spot.”

“Really? Where?” Leo asked, confused.

“Here!” Raph exclaimed, scribbling at Leo's tummy and making the slider jump and shriek.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo squealed, trying to escape but getting yanked into Raph's lap. His evil older brother started tickling at his ribs with one hand and his tummy with the other.

“Raph likes these new nails!” Raph laughed, tickling harder, “You're so much more squirmy!”

“RAHAHAHAPHIE!” Leo squealed, squirming and trying to pry Raph's hands away, “NOHOHOHOHO-! SNRT-!”

“Awww, do Raphie’s new nails tickle too much~?” Raph teased, tracing at Leo's tummy with his rounded claws.

“NAHHAHHAHAT THAHHHAHAHT!” Leo shrieked, it tickled so bad!

Leo squirmed and cackled as Raph's ruthless nails traced and tickled all over his tummy and side.

“I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo shrieked as Raph started tracing the lines in his plastron, kicking his legs and squirming relentlessly, “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Okay, okay!” Raph laughed, going back to tickling Leo's tummy and making him squeal, “Raph’ll just tickle you normally!”

“WAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT EHEHEHEITHER!” Leo squealed, one hand trying to cover his tummy, and the other smacking at Raph's plastron.

Raph laughed, finally pulling his hands back and letting Leo sit up and breathe.

“Yohohou're meheheean!” Leo giggled, pouting as he tried to rub away the phantom tickles.

“Yeah, yeah,” Raph said with a small snort, “Need some water?”

“I'll grab some before I go trim Dee's claws,” Leo sighed, getting up and leaving the room.

After getting water, Leo headed to Donnie's lab and knocked on the door.

“Open up, Dee!” Leo called, and the door slid open.

He waltzed in, “Donnie!”

“Yes?”

“I gotta cut your claws,” Leo said quickly, “But if you let me do it without biting me, I'll shape them and paint them to match mine!”

Donnie glared, glowering at Leo. He thought for a minute, then sighed, turning in his chair and holding out his hand.

“Oh thank goodness,” Leo sighed, pulling up a chair and getting to work. He had a scar from when Donnie had bit them when they were younger.

He smiled at the end result, holding his hands beside Donnie's to show the matching colors.

“I knew it would work!” Leo chuckled, “You can never resist the matching twin stuff!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Donnie huffed, admiring the matching nails, he grinned suddenly, “Hey ‘Nardo?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I record everything, right?”

“Yes?” Leo said slowly, where was this going?

Donnie smirked suddenly, and Leo's eyes widened.

“Dee- NO!” Leo screeched as Donnie yanked his rolling chair forward and yanked up his legs and immediately started scribbling at his knees.

“DOHOHOHONIE!” Leo squealed, cackling and kicking his legs as the claws tickled ruthlessly, “NOHOHOHOHO!”

Donnie laughed, tracing at Leo's calf and making him shriek, “I heard what happened with Mikey and Raph and wanted to try! Raph was right, you're way more squirmy.”

“NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE!” Leo squealed, trying to kick his leg and yank it out of Donnie's hold, “TEHEHEHEHEHEHELLO! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Aww, do my claws tickle too much, Lee~?” Donnie cooed meanly, tickling at Leo's thigh and making him scream.

“NAHAHA- I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T! DOHOHOHONIE PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo shrieked, “NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT! SNRK-!”

Leo squealed as the claws traced all over his thigh, poking and prodding the sensitive skin and tickling lightly.

He squealed as Donnie started tracing at the sole of his foot, making him kick his leg out and throw his head back in laughter, cackling hysterically.

“NOHOHO!” Leo squealed as claws traced all over the bottom of his foot, it tickled so bad! And then Donnie was tracing at his calf with his other hand!

“DEEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE!” Leo screamed, making Donnie laugh and finally let go.

Leo giggled, scrunching his legs up on the chair and wrapping his arms around them protectively as he giggled.

“I think I'll have you shape my claws like this from now on,” Donnie teased, admiring the shiny nail polish, “I believe Raph and Mikey are thinking the same.”

“I hahahate you guhuhys!”

I've been sitting on this one for days I'm so excited to post fahdsghdgls. Day 18 for TMNTember: Turtle Tots!!! I just think about how Splinter may have done like, SOME cursory knowledge on turtle care prior to buying them, but once they were. Actual INFANTS. it became a lot more important to know the specifics HFKSAHGHSG. while ALSO having 4 shockingly-agile newborns to deal with.

Closeup of his face bc I put so much detail into making his face all scrunchy bc Mikey is pulling on his whisker and you can barely even see it XD

@12yearsoftmnt2012

Hi, I was wondering if the requests are still open :). If so can I request some Lee! Raph and Ler!Leo 🥺. I love your writing and fics

They're perfect ❤️🐢

Hello, and of course you can! If you wouldn't mind, could you please specify the version you would like me to write for? If you aren't able to for whatever reason, I will most likely write it for 2012 or Rise.

Also thanks for the compliment, it means a lot to me😭 😭😭

I think I'm sick. :/

Me ready to give up on getting more work done today:

For sure, man! 🔥

I am at season 7! Just started, and am excited to see how it turns out!!!

Hiii! Great job on finishing your WIPs by the way! 😁

For requests, I'm curious as to how you'd write tmnt 2003, so maybe lee Mikey, if you're up to it? (Ler can be anyone, your choice!! 😘)

I hope you're doing well! 😊

~ 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! ~

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚈𝙾𝙾𝙾 🩷💓!!! 𝙷𝙴𝚈𝙰 𝙹𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙴 🤩💕💘💕💘!!! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 (𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕) 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙾𝙾𝙲 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚢 🥲💔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚘 😗💖— 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝙸𝚃 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 😅…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟽𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔? 𝟷. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜…

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 😌👍🏾💓 

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!! 🌚𝙾𝙽𝙴🤪𝚃𝚆𝙾👁️𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴💅🏾𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁🌝˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Leeeoooooooo!!! Come watch TV with meeee…” Mikey whined loudly, resting his head on his eldest brother’s shoulder as the other sat quietly on the dojo floor, meditating. 

“I’m obviously doing something here, Mike.” Leo said calmly, trying to concentrate on his meditation. 

Which…was kind of hard when his little brother was literally breathing down his neck. 

The orange banded turtle huffed, hugging onto his brother’s arm like the clingy koala that he was, “I thought you loved meeee…”

The slightly taller turtle sighed longly, stopping his meditation for a quick second as he opened his eyes, looking down at his brother, “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I love you.” 

Mikey smiled at the slightly defensive response, hugging the other’s arm tighter, “If you love me so much then watch some TV with me!!!” 

Leonardo fondly rolled his eyes, squeezing the freckled faced teen in a side hug, “I’ll watch TV with you later, okay? I promise.” The blue banded turtle exclaimed as he went back into the sitting position he was in beforehand. He put the both of his hands in his lap, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate quietly. 

Mikey sighed loudly, resting his cheek on his older brother’s shoulder, causing Leo to stiffen slightly. The taller turtle opened his eyes once more, glaring at the other as the smallest turtle just grinned back, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

“Yes~?” The younger sang innocently as his free hand started to squeeze at his big brother’s side. The blue banded teen’s eyes widened, biting back down the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. 

The youngest snorted at his brother’s reaction, raising an amused brow, “What’s going on, man? I thought you were concentrated with meditating.”

“I. Am.” The other said through gritted teeth.

“Really? You sure about that, bro?” The younger asked teasingly. 

Leo sighed knowingly, cracking his knuckles at he took one more glance at his baby brother. 

So this is the way Michelangelo wanted to play? Fine by him. 

If he was going to interrupted during his personal meditation/training session, he should at least take what he’s learned to good use, right? Right. 

The elder quickly and swiftly got out of the hold the youngest had him in. And as soon as he did, Leonardo pinned his brother’s arms on the dojo floor as he sat on his legs effortlessly.   

The orange banded turtle’s eyes widened in panic, his cocky demeanor immediately crumbling as he realized the situation he practically dug himself into.

But the eldest did take notice how his younger brother wasn’t really fighting and/or resisting all that much.

If Mikey really wanted to get away, Leo would’ve gotten punched in the gut right now.

“Waha— wait wait wahait!!!” The smaller turtle squeaked out, kicking his legs behind his brother “C-Cohome ohon— cahan’t we tahalk about thihis first…?”

“I don’t even know why you’re acting so surprised. You knew this was going to happen, Mikes…” Leo said as he couldn’t help but chuckle at his now flustered brother. 

“Buhut Ihi— *snort* Leeheeo!!” Mikey whined, shaking his head back and forth repeatedly as his giggles raised an octave due to the fact that his mean brother was wiggling his fingers above him teasingly. 

Okay…well on the bright side of things, Leo and him were hanging out now!

Although, them 'hanging out' was just Mikey about to get his shit absolutely wrecked, but hey! Maybe Leonardo would go easy on him…?

I mean, Mikey might be the smallest turtle out of the four, but he was also by far the cutest out of all of them (April definitely said so at one point in time so therefore it’s automatically correct), so Leo couldn’t and wouldn’t be…that malicious, right?

If he would, the youngest would file a restraining order. 

“What? You what, Mikey? You saw I was meditating and I said I would watch TV with you later. And yet you still persisted on bothering me.” 

“I-Ihi’m *snort* sohORRY, okAHAY?! Juhust pLEHEASE *snort* d-dohon’t—“

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

“Tickle you? Oh, whahat a wonderful idea.” Leo mused as he scribbled his free hand against his little brother’s side. Michelangelo shrieked at the sudden sensation to his sides, squirming and wriggling as he tried to get out of the hold.

“Gehet *snort* oHOFF *snort* OHOF meehee!” The youngest whined loudly through his laughter, kicking his feet on the ground repeatedly. 

The eldest turtle huffed out a small chuckle, letting go of both of his brother’s hands and letting them flail around before digging his fingers into his brother’s underarms. 

The orange banded teen let out a loud squeal, putting his hands down as he pushed on his brother’s arms, “GOHOH *snort* A-AWAHAHAY!” 

“Your snorting already? I’ve barely done anything yet.” 

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

“Ehexcuse me? What did you just say?” Leonardo asked, ceasing the tickling for a second as him and Mikey rustled and tussled with each other’s arms.

“NONONONOHO— *snort* PLEHEASE DOHON’T!!!”

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

“Then you put this upon yourself…” Leo said as he leaned in and blew a raspberry in the crook of his baby brother’s neck while kneading his hips.

The younger basically screamed in loud laughter, throwing his head back as happy tears shined in his eyes, “EEEEEHAHAHA!” 

“Wow. This must tickle really bad, huh?” 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

“If you really want me to stop, you can just say stop, y'know.” 

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

“Unless…” Leo hinted teasingly, his fingers clamping down on the other’s thigh as he squeezed it mercilessly, still blowing raspberries on the orange cladded turtle’s neck. 

“JAHSHHSJAKAHAH!!!” Mikey stuttered through his laugh. 

“What was that?”

“MABSGHAJAHAH— *snort* *snort* JDHDHAHAH!!!” 

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

“Really? Wow. You don’t hear news like that everyday.” The blue cladded turtle joked, going back to squeezing Mikey’s hipbones.

“NOHO *squeak* STAHA— *squeak* IHI— *snort* L-LEEHEEHEEO!” 

“Yes~?”

“PLEHEHA— *squeak* PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort* STAHAP I-IHI CAHAN’T!!!” Michaelangelo cried as happy tears ran down his cheeks. Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable sight of his younger brother completely lost in his own cackles. The eldest stopped, sitting to the other side of Mikey so the youngest could catch his breath. 

The orange banded turtle slumped on Leo’s shoulder once more as the eldest wrapped him in a comforting hug, “Yohou’re freeheeaking *snort* evil…” 

The leader in blue snorted softly at the remark, “Ahand yohou’re annoying as hell.” 

“Tahakes one toohoo know one, dear ohold brohohother ohof mine.” The orange banded teen grinned, the two enjoying each other’s company in comforting silence before the eldest spoke, “What TV show did you want to watch with me anyway?”

“Star Trek! Dad brought new DVD’s and—“

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Leonardo basically screeched, leaping unto his feet as he quickly helped his brother up, taking his hand and almost dragging him to the living room. “I-I just said I wanted to watch TV with you!” Mikey yelled as he was being dragged along the hallway, “I didn’t know Star Trek was that important to you—“

Leonardo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to his brother, “Star Trek is very important to me.” He explained, turning back around as he saw the TV starting to play his favorite Sci-Fi show. The blue banded teen sat down next to his Father on the couch, becoming almost entranced by the television. 

Not so far from where the leader in blue was sitting, Raph was leaning on a wall as he was talking to the second youngest. Mikey approached the two with a big, happy grin on his face, putting an arm around Donatello.

“You got Leo to come out of his meditation cave, I pressure?” The scientist asked. 

“Yessir!” The youngest said happily, “But I just don’t understand how he meditates for, like, three freaking hours. I can barely do one!!! It’s impressive honestly…” 

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

“Well…impressive or not, Fearless over there needs to take a break every now an' again. So thanks for doing what you did, Mike. We all appreciate it.” Raphael said, a small, embarrassed blush appearing on his face as his little brother’s looked at him teasingly. “Awe…Raphie you looooove us~!” Donatello grinned.

The red banded teen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “I take back everythin' I said about lovin' any of you dunderheads…” He muttered, although his voice lacked his usual snarky and cocky tone— which the two youngest turtle’s definetley took notice in. 

“My sons, are you going to come and watch the space alien science fiction show with me and Leonardo?” Splinter asked the three teens. “Sure, Sensei.” Donnie said as they walked over.

“SHHH SHHH!!! IT’S ON MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!” Leo hissed as he was still looking at the television.

“But…every scene is your 'favorite scene'…” Raphael laughed.

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

This is so sweet 😭😭 I'm tearing up man- amazing work as always

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— *squeal* EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

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