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I'm excited!!

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So as we all know, October is in a couple days (WOOP WOOOOOP‼️)…and the first day of October marks the very first day of Tickletober 💜🧡!!!

And if you’ve been keeping up with my blog as of late…you’ll know I plan on doing all 30 days (the last day is me just chilling, thoooouugh)!!!

I have around 23(?) finished fics so far and this week is just me finalizing them and writing the remainder of the stories 😎👍🏾!

But I want everyone to keep in mind I most likely won’t be taking requests for a while after October ends. I personally just want to focus on school and getting my grades up— plus I’m lowkey getting burnt out from all the writing 👁️👄👁️

I hope everyone who is participating in this awesome event has a whole bunch of fun‼️‼️‼️ I’m legit SO hyped to see what everyone brings to the tickle table EHEEHEH 🤭‼️

See you guys around 🫶🏾~!

Actual Fandom List! (finally)

Hello, my name is Fruit Juice, but you can call me Juice! This is a SFW tickle blog, so do not expect anything else. Please do not interact if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, nsfw, or just a jerk in any way. I'd like to keep a positive, safe vibe here, thanks a lot! 👍

After some thought, I've decided to just add a few more fandoms I'd like to write for! (again, I may get motivation to draw something, but I can't promise anything 😅

The Amazing Digital Circus

Popee the Performer (its a silly show trust)

Five Nights at Freddy's (movie or games)

Over the Garden Wall

Gravity Falls

Characters I won't write for: Bill Cypher

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012, Rottmnt, 2003, or Mutant Mayhem/Tottmnt)

Characters I won't write for: Shredder, Krang

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic X, Sonic Boom, the movie franchise)

DISCLAIMER: I will NOT write NSFW so please don't ask! Also, if I choose not to write for your prompt, please don't get upset. (So far everyone has been very kind to me though) I'm kind of busy sometimes, and my mental health may get in the way of responding, so please understand, but I will always reply as soon as possible!

My main focus is TMNT as of now, so any of the incarnations I have listed, I will be overjoyed to write! I will write for the other fandoms, but it will take longer.

Okay, that's all I can think of for now, but I'll add more if I get into any more things. Feel free to ask about or request anything for any of these fandoms and I wish you the best! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

UPDATES:

Added Sonic to my fandom list!

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FNAF FIC! VERY VERY COOL.

Foxy's Terrible Pirate Jokes

Scott is working at the pizzeria, when he comes across a strangely mischievous Foxy, with bad pirate jokes and a plan up his sleeve! Only thing is, it turns out that Foxy isn't alone in this little plan...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! Whoever you are, I thoroughly hope you enjoy.

Scott was sitting in the office, looking at the poster of the three characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. Why Foxy was not on the poster, he could not be sure. Foxy was his favorite character out of all of them…so the lack of recognition for the fox pirate was…really sad. He looked around at the little televisions that covered a corner of the gray desk. The televisions were small, and were stacked on top of each other. The room was dark, save for a dinky little warm light in the middle of the small office. Even then, that little light only lit up most of the office. The hallways on either side required their own lights. That was how Scott could see if the animatronics were coming to send him a visit. 

Scott knew these animatronics quite well. In fact, he was confident in saying he knew most of the ins and outs of this pizzeria. He had been hired as the security guard right before the pizzeria had opened. He remembered seeing one of those “Opening soon! Apply Now!” signs up on a bulletin nearby. He remembered giving in his resume, and meeting both Mr. Afton and his son Michael, in-person. He remembered that according to Mr. Afton, “Michael had an appointment today, and didn’t wanna go back to school.” He mentioned that his choices were to go to work with him or go back to school. And it appeared that Michael chose to go to work with him. 

Scott was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts as a set of shuffling feet filled the hallway. Recognizing who the shuffling belonged to, Scott closed the left door before the animatronic could come in. With the fox locked out, Scott let out a breath of relief. He was safe. 

But something was off…Usually Foxy would bodycheck himself into the door a few times before giving up. But…He wasn’t doing that this time. This confused Scott st first. Did the animatronic already give up? If so, what changed between now, and the last time he tried to get in? Was Foxy learning? 

Scott clicked the light button to check the hallway. Sure enough, the hallway was completely empty. 

Huh…These animatronics are a lot more clever than he thought…He quickly began to pray that he wasn’t underestimating the animatronics’ intellect. 

Walking back to the desk, Scott checked the screens to try and find Foxy. 

He checked the main dining hall, and found Bonnie. He was holding his red guitar, just staring at the camera. Scott chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Though he wasn’t sure if Bonnie could see it, Scott waved back to him. 

Next, Scott checked the stage and found Freddy. Apparently he hadn’t moved from the stage yet. Feeling comfortable with Freddy’s position, Scott looked at another camera. 

The bathrooms appeared to be empty. But the flash of yellow filled the screen when he switched to the kitchen camera. Chica and the cupcake were standing in the kitchen. Typical Chica wanting to cook in the kitchen…

He switched to Foxy’s cove, and tried to look inside the curtains. But based on the camera’s live recording and his own limited vision, Foxy wasn’t in there. 

Wait…If Foxy’s not in the hallways, and not in the Pirate’s Cove…then where is he?! 

Suddenly, Scott’s focus fell away from the screen as he heard something resembling a squeaky metal joint…

Oh God…Foxy’s right behind him…

Very slowly, Scott turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. The more he turned his head, the more he could see the white pupils from the animatronic…

The eyes began to tilt to the side. “Look at what we have heeere~” 

Yup…That’s Foxy alright…

He heard a near identical squeak as the fox's body moved closer. His white metallic teeth protruded from his jaw, worsening Scott’s fear…He looked like he was going to bite him like an aggressive dog…a dog capable of standing on their hind legs…A dog that stands taller than most humans. 

Scott turned the rest of his body around as he tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay, Scott. Despite the size of his teeth, Foxy is not going to bite you. Those teeth are for aesthetics only. Mr. Emily would never program these animatronics to bite. That’s so against his nature. And Foxy was made to entertain kids! There’s no way he’d bite him! 

…Right? 

Suddenly, Scott’s thought process was interrupted as Foxy’s glaring face got closer to him. To make matters worse, Foxy’s teeth had opened up, making a couple of his back teeth slide together in an ear-piercing ‘schwing’ sound. This told Scott everything. Those teeth were not soft…they were made completely of metal. 

Doubt about his previous theory began to fill Scott’s mind. If Foxy was never meant to bite, then why did Henry give Foxy two sets of metal teeth?! 

“Ya scared, lil fella?” The fox asked him. 

Though Foxy was staring into his soul, Scott had quickly noticed that the voice was coming from a speaker in his chest, rather than his mouth. But it didn’t change how terrified he was…not even slightly. 

“Scared outta ya skin?” Foxy asked with an evil laugh. 

Scott very slowly started to nod his head. He didn’t know what else to do. Nodding barely seemed like enough of a response. 

“Shall we get this over with?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott widened his eyes. Over with? Get WHAT over with?! 

Scott’s spiraling mind was interrupted by the feeling of a hand and a hook sliding under his arms. “oOHNO-!” Scott gasped. And without any warning or preparation, Scott’s feet began to lift off the ground. “WaitwaitWAITWAIT!” He shrieked and shouted, kicking his feet. “FUCK- PUT ME DOWN!” 

“Gotta pretty light booty on ya, matey!” Foxy reacted. 

Despite how funny this phrase would be any other time, Scott refused to acknowledge it. All he cared about was the idea of his skull being crushed, and his life potentially ending in a matter of minutes. “HELP! HELLO?! HELP ME PLEASE!” 

“You need help there, mate?” Foxy asked, sounding quite genuine. 

Scott cried out again. “ANYONE THERE?! ANYBODY?! HELLO?!” Scott shouted. 

Foxy’s ears wiggled slightly as he tilted his head. “Ya don’t know when to quit, do ya?” He asked. 

Scott’s breathing increased as he stared into Foxy’s white pupils. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” He whimpered. 

Foxy’s eyepatch closed over his own eye. “Ya said ya wanted help?” Foxy asked. 

Scott gulped and bit his lip. “H-Huh?” 

Foxy laughed a little bit, his lower jaw moving up and down. “I’d love to help a member of the crew!” He declared. “What do ya need help with, me hearty?” Foxy asked him. 

“Uh-” 

“Perhaps ya want help sweepin’ the deck?” Foxy asked him. 

“What are you-” 

“Or perhaps ya need someone to turn yer frown upside down!” Foxy offered. 

“Ummmm-” 

“Which will it be, chum? Cleanin’ up the old cobwebs? Or a good ol’ fashioned cheer-up?” Foxy asked. 

“...I…I uh-” “Excellent choice!” Foxy raised Scott up slightly, before placing him somewhat roughly onto the chair. “One cheer-up comin’ right up!” He declared as he pretended to roll up his sleeves. “I’m gonna tell ya some special little jokes. And if ya laugh, then I’m doin’ my job right!” Foxy explained. “But if ya don’t laugh…” Foxy wiggled his left fingers. “Then I might just make ya~.” 

Scott widened his eyes and gulped slightly. Oh no…Knowing Foxy, these were gonna be the classic kids jokes…And though he liked those jokes, they were never funny enough to make him laugh…And knowing how much kids tend to laugh hysterically at the jokes…

This is not gonna go well…

“Aaaalright! First joke:” Foxy cleared his non-existent throat. “Why is pirating so addicting?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, still struggling to process the fact that he wasn’t planning on killing him. 

“Well, they say once ya lose yer first hand, ya get hooked!” Foxy declared, shoving the side of his hook into Scott’s face. 

Scott made no sound…he blinked once…he blinked twice…He did get the joke, but…he didn’t exactly start off with a bang…

“Well that’s a darn shame…How about this one:” Foxy offered. 

Scott blinked and widened his eyes. Wait, he wasn’t gonna tickle him? 

“What do ye call a pirate with two eyes and two legs?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, not really sure. “A rookie!” Foxy replied as the comedic drum sound played through his chest speaker. 

Scott’s confusion began to turn into slight boredom. Though he understood the joke, he just…didn’t find it funny. 

“Well, looks like I gotta tickle it outta ya!” He declared as his hand suddenly squeezed and scratched at Scott’s side and belly. 

Scott squeaked and curled up, pulling his knees up to his chest in a single moment. “Noho! GaAHAHA! Noho fair!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a giggle left his mouth. 

“Look at that! Ya CAN laugh! And here I thought ya had a broken funny bone!” Foxy teased. 

“Ihihit’s not funnyhyhy!” Scott tried to argue. 

“Well somethin’s gotta be funny! You’re laughin’ right now!” Foxy reminded him. 

“Yohohohou’re ticklihihing mehehehe!” Scott yelled back. 

“Are ya sure about that?” Foxy clarified. 

“Yehehehehes! Ihihihi cahahan feeheeheel ihit!” Scott tried to argue back. 

“Are ya sure that’s not yer tummy making ya laugh?” Foxy asked next, adding his hook to the other side of his ribs. 

“aAAH! YEHES!” He yelled back, shocked by his own reaction. Whatever Foxy was doing, was working way too well on him! “IHIHI’M SUHUHUHURE! I CAN FEEHEEHEEL YOHOHOUR HAHAHANDS RIGHT NOHOHOHOW!” Scott argued back. 

Foxy’s eye widened. “Oh! Ya can, can ya?” Foxy asked, looking down at his own upper limbs. 

“YEHEHEHESSS!” He shouted back. The poor guy was shaking his head and busting out in cackles of laughter every minute. 

Foxy smirked. “If you could feel me hands, then you would know that I don’t have two hands.”  Foxy stopped tickling him and showed Scott the hook. “No pirate is complete without their trusty hook!” He declared. “Call me a seasoned veteran!” He added rather proudly.  

Scott’s laughter slowly began to die down as he stared at the hook. He couldn’t explain why, but something was telling him that the strong laughter he was experiencing was due to the fox’s hook rather than his hand. “Hehehe…Hehe…Haaa…” He hung his head. 

“Geez, mate! I didn’t kill ya with me jokes, did I?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott blinked a couple times, staring at him. “All that…just because I didn’t laugh at your jokes?” he clarified. 

Foxy let out a laugh that sounded somewhat similar to Mr. Krabs. “Not exactly, Buccaneer. Mr. Afton himself told me to cheer ya up!” Foxy told him. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Mr. Afton?” Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You mean William?” 

“Oh no no, not the captain of this joint.” Foxy shook his head. “The cabin boy.” He replied. 

Scott stared at him, confused. “What?” 

“Ya know, the youngin’.” Foxy explained, showing Scott the child’s general size with his hook. 

Scott straightened his head. “Wait…The kids?” He asked next. 

“Yeah!” Foxy replied, smiling slightly as a little shadow showed up behind Scott. 

“Wait…” Scott pointed to the animatronic. “William has 3 kids. Which one is it?” Scott asked next. 

And almost as if previously planned, Scott felt a pair of small and quick hands grab at his sides, before being followed up by a loud and proud “BOO!”. 

“GAAAH!” Scott jumped about 5 feet in the air, before sprinting away giggling from the little skittering fingers. “Nahahaha! Whohoho-” He turned to look at the person, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Michael, hi.” He reacted. 

“Hi Mr. Phone guy!” Michael declared. 

Scott chuckled awkwardly. “Uhhh…What are you doing here?” He asked, still surprised that a 13 year old was standing in his office. 

“I wanted to surprise you!” Michael admitted. “Were you surprised?” He asked. 

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I was. I was quite surprised.” He admitted. 

Michael giggled rather evilly. “I guess we could say you’re ‘tickled’ about me being there?” Michael teased. 

“Eyyyy! That’s my boy!” Foxy patted Michael’s head excitedly. 

Scott sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve known…” He muttered. “Does your father know you’re here?” Scott asked him. 

“Uhhh…” Michael bit his lip and looked away. “N-No…He doesn’t…” He admitted. 

Scott sighed. “I’m gonna call your father.” He told him, picking up the phone and typing his boss’s number into the telephone. He raised the phone to his ear, and waited for it to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “Hi Mr. Afton. It’s Scott Rogers. Michael showed up at the Pizzeria here.” Scott explained. 

“He did?” Mr. Afton went silent for a moment. “Huh…I guess that explains why he’s a little late getting home.” Mr. Afton admitted. 

“Yeah…If you can come pick him up, that’d be great.” Scott admitted. 

“Sure, I can pick him up. It'll be about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” Mr. Afton asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Scott replied. 

“Alright. See you soon.” Mr. Afton said before hanging up the phone. 

Scott put down his own phone and looked at Michael. “Your father’s on the way.” 

“Aww…” Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “And I thought you were cool…” 

Scott chuckled a little bit, smiling as he came to terms with the thought of essentially being called ‘not cool’ by a 13 year old. 

“Well…I’m not the one who chose not to walk to the house…” Scott reminded him. “And I’m not the one who’s too ticklish to handle a robot fox.” Michael shot back, smirking as he crossed his arms. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Did he really just sass him?! Scott smirked slightly as an idea developed in his head. “Think you’re so tough, huh? I’d like to see you handle a robot tickle monster.” Scott replied. 

“Yarrr! Ain’t that an idea!” Foxy declared. 

Michael’s smile quickly dropped from his face upon hearing Foxy’s words. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just hear an ‘uh oh’ from the tough guy?” Scott asked. 

Michael tensed up. “N-No…you didn’t.” He muttered, visibly losing his composure. 

“Hey Foxy! Got any more jokes on you?” Scott asked. 

“Well, me hearty! I thought ya’d never ask!” Foxy replied, throwing his hooked hand in the air with excitement. “What does the pirate say when he turns 80 years old?” Foxy asked. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“Aye Matey!” Foxy declared excitedly. 

Michael let out a quick exhale through his nose, and shook his head. “Wow…” 

“Ya get it?” Foxy asked. 

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Michael asked. 

Scott smirked and laughed a little bit. Though, he wasn’t laughing at the joke…“Looks like Michael didn’t laugh. You know what that means, Foxy?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Yarrr! Indeed I do! Ya learn quickly, Scotty-boy!” Foxy declared, before poking Michael’s sides. “I tickle the laughter out of ya!” Foxy declared. 

Michael squeaked and struggled to cover up his sides. “NAHAhaha! Fohoxy dohohon’t!” Michael wiggled, trying to run away from Foxy’s hook and hand. 

“Goodness, cabin boy! You’re a lot more wiggly than Scotty!” Foxy reacted. “Or even the captain himself!” Foxy added. 

“I’ll say!” Scott reacted. 

“FOXYHYHYHYHY! COHOME OHOHOHON!” Michael yelled out. “What’s wrong, Michael? Still feeling tough?” Scott asked next. 

“Can’t handle a taste of yer own medicine?” Foxy asked. 

“MEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Michael shouted at him. Scott chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah…Talk all you want to, Mike.” He teased. 

“Ya keep complainin’, and we may never stop ticklin’!” Foxy warned with a pirate-esque laugh. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Michael shouted back. 

This playful banter only lasted another 5 minutes, before Michael finally gave up. With Scott ordering Foxy to help, Michael was given a chair, a small cup of water, and a chance to recover before his father showed up. When William showed up to pick up Michael, Scott walked Michael from the office, up to the exit door. William hopped out of the car and playfully pushed Michael towards the car, before looking at Scott. 

“Thanks for the help. And again, I’m sorry about all that. Michael’s getting used to walking home from school, and apparently he thinks he can go wherever he wants. Hopefully grounding him will be enough to kick him down a few pegs.” William told him. 

“Yeah…Although, I didn’t mind having him there.” Scott mentioned. 

William chuckled. “You’re a good man, Rogers.” William patted his back somewhat roughly. “I’ll let you get back to it, alright?” William replied. 

“Alright. Good luck.” Scott told him as William walked away. 

“Thanks! I’ll need it!” William replied as he got into the car. 

Scott smiled and waved to them as the car started. Right as the car started to move, the backseat window rolled down, and a smaller head peeked out of the window. “Bye phone guy!” He yelled out the window. 

Scott laughed. “Bye tough guy!” Scott yelled back. 

“YEAH!” Michael showed off his bicep through the open window right as the car started to turn left. This made Scott laugh a little bit more. 

Kids…Such playful, sassy creatures…

Yes, I'm writing a few more FNAF fanfictions. The problem I had before, is that everyone kept only asking for FNAF fanfictions. So naturally when trying to keep up with the prompts, I quickly got bored of writing the same characters. But now, I have checked my inbox and have found a large variety of fanfics. So, with that in mind, I think I can handle a couple more FNAF fanfiction prompts.

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

HELP?!?! 😂😂💀💀💀

how is it mario day and no one posted the essay

Trying to prove a point

REBLOG IS YOU THINK AROACE / aro/ ace PEOPLE ARE A VALID PART OF THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY , LIKE IF YOU DON’T

This might be my favorite tmnt trope ever- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭😭

You can't talk about my brother like that!

(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!)Raph doesn't like the way Leo talks about himself, so he decides to get him to say something nice about himself. One way or another.

Based on this post by @rice-cake-teen10

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Raph❤️

“Wow Leo,” Raph said, eyes widening, “You move a lot quicker than before!”

“Not quick enough,” Leo huffed, wiping the sweat away after successfully running through the obstacle course he and Raph had set up.

Raph frowned, but didn't push, and they started running through again.

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“That hit was terrible!”

“I should've moved faster!”

“That sucked!”

“I'm terrible at this!”

“I need to be better!”

“Why do I suck so bad!?”

Raph did not like all the insults Leo made about himself. They were quick, and mumbled, so people didn't question them.

But Raph had enough. He was not about to let anyone insult his little brother! Not even said little brother himself.

No.

He was going to make sure Leo learned not to, put him in a better mood, and get him to talk nicely about himself.

Next time he said something, Raph would attack.

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“Ugh! Why am I so stupid!?” Leo muttered after missing a hit with his sword.

“Hey!” Raph exclaimed, making Leo jump.

“What?” Leo asked, turning to face him.

“Raph doesn't like the way you've been talkin’ about yourself,” Raph said firmly, crossing his arms and looming over Leo.

“Like what?” Leo asked nervously, trying to play dumb.

“You know what Raph’s talking about,” Raph said, eyes narrowing.

“No?” Leo asked, sweating nervously.

“Then I'll help you remember,” Raph said, cracking his knuckles.

He pulled Leo into a tight hug, feeling the slider reluctantly lift his arms to hug around Raph's neck and wrist them on his shoulders. (None of them could wrap their arms around his shoulders all the way)

“Heh, thanks Raph,” Leo chuckled a bit, the hug tightened and Raph shifted his hold a little.

Leo tried to pull back from the hug, but his eyes widened as he realized his hands were trapped.

And then he realized something else. . .there was another set of hands? Had Raph seriously created another set of Ninpō hands to hug him tighter? (An: He did in the show when fighting the shredder! So it's possible :>)

“Uh, Raph?” Leo chuckled nervously, “You can let go now.” He looked up, only for his eyes to widen at the smirk spreading across Raph's face.

“I know,” Raph said with a smirk, “I will when you say something nice about yourself.”

“What?” Leo grimaced, “Why? Dude, seriously, let me go!”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Leo. Just something nice about yourself,” Raph said.

Leo grimaced, but stayed still, “I guess we're staying in this hug then.”

Raph yanked Leo up suddenly as the Ninpō hands yanked Leo's arms above his head.

Leo gasped, now trapped in Raph's arms with the snapper giving him an evil grin.

“Last chance, Leon.”

“Just lemme go!” Leo glared. He was not saying anything.

“Okay then!”

“RahahaHAHAHAhAhaph!” Leo squealed as Raph started poking at his sides, “NohOHhohoHOT thiHIHIhihIs!”

“Just say something nice! You can't talk about my brother like that and get away with it!” Raph mock-scolded, starting to pinch at Leo's sides.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed, trying to squirm and kick away.

“You just gotta say something~.” Raph cooed as Leo laughed.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, face bright red as he squirmed.

“C'mon, Leo!” Raph laughed, skittering his fingers on Leo's ribs, “Something nice.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Leo shrieked, trying to kick Raph away, “RAHAHAHAPHIE PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Leeeeo, please!” Raph teased, tickling harder and making Leo shriek, “C'mon, something nice!”

“NAHAHA- SNRK-! HAHAHAHAHA!” Leo cackled, throwing his head back and trying to yank his arms free and kicking his legs frantically.

“You're making this so much more difficult than it's gotta be!” Raph huffed, and Leo shrieked as he started tickling his underarms.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as Raph wiggled his fingers over the sensitive skin mercilessly, “STAHAHAHAP!”

Raph continued mercilessly tickling Leo, before slowly tickling down his side towards his tummy.

“RAHAHAHAPHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE NO! I WILL DIHIHIHE!” Leo begged, eyes glistening with happy tears and cackling as Raph traced around his plastron just above his tummy.

“Got something nice to say about yourself?”

At Leo's silence, Raph skittered his hands over Leo's tummy.

“NAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs and squirming.

He tried fighting his way out of Raph's tight hold, only to shriek more and get tickled harder for his efforts.

“Hmmm, I think I want a bit of this sweet tum-tum of yours,” Raph cooed, lifting Leo up and leaning down a bit.

“No-! SNRK-!” Leo giggled, “DON'T- NAHAHAHAHAHHAA!”

Leo screamed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically as Raph blew raspberries all over his tummy. He stated nibbling lightly, making little ‘om nom’ sounds that had Leo in stitches.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo begged, snorting and squeaking between his giggles as happy tears streamed down his red face.

“One nice thing then,” Raph cooed, lightly pinching Leo's cheek as he nibbled at his plastron, “You look so adorable, Lee!”

“NAHAHAHA-!” Leo squealed, cackling as Raph nibbled at his ribs, “HEHEHEHHELP!”

As expected, no one came to help, and Leo was losing his mind from the silly feeling of raspberries all over his ribs.

Leo suddenly squealed as Raph rested his hand on his thigh, clamping down ever so slightly, “Last chance, Leon~.”

“OHOHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I LIHIHIHIKE MY STRIHIHIHIPES!” Leo cried desperately.

Leo screeched as Raph drummed his fingers on his thigh, “Now tell me something good about you that isn't looks.”

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAHASN’T PAHAART OF THE DEHEHEHEEEAL!” Leo screeched, “RAHAH- AHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Just this last thing and you're free!” Raph cooed, “Unless you don't want Raphie to stop with his tickle tickle tickles~?’

“HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! I LIHIHIHIKE HOW FAHAHAHAAST I CAHAHAAN PLAHAHAHAN! NOW LEHEHEHEEMME GOHOHOHO!” Leo screamed, cackling loudly.

Raph did as asked, and Leo immediately wrapped his arms around his middle, giggling nonstop in Raph's arms.

“Well, Leo?”

“Shut it!” Leo giggled, wiping away the tears and trying to run away the phantom tingling.

“You're amazing, Lee,” Raph said earnestly, “And I don't want you ever thinking you aren't. I'll tickle you a thousand times until you admit to it.”

“Oh,” Leo said, a rush of emotion flooding him at that. He leaned his head against Raph's plastron, raising one arm to hug him, “Thanks, Raphie.”

“No problem,” Raph chuckled, “Just remember, you can't talk about my little brother like that!”

Lee Casey comfort tkls? Like he has a nightmare about his past (future?) and his new family helps him calm down (April, Mikey raph Leo Donnie)

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(this has spoilers for the Rise! movie, so beware!!)

TW!: ANGST (Flashbacks), NIGHTMARE, CHARACTER DEATHS (Canon to the movie)

Lee! Casey Junior, slight Leo

Ler! Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, April

It's cold.

Everyone is scared, and tired.

"We lost.."

Casey Junior was lying stiff as a board on the ground. He held his breath. They could come at any moment, and he'd be unprepared. The horrible Krang would invade their home, and kill the rest of his family. They'd already lost so much- he knew he wouldn't be able to go on if they got Master Leonardo, or Michelangelo. No matter how tough his senseis are, there is no guarantee they'd survive.

Oh, Michelangelo. His kind eyes were wise well beyond his years. He remembered how he would smile and comfort him after a stressful day, and how incredible he looked when using his ninpo. The bright glow never failed to amaze him. Especially the portals he'd make-

No.

Don't think about that.

But it was too late. Reality hit Casey like a brick, and he remembered the last time he saw him, saw any of his family, and even the world he grew up in, being pushed into a portal after Mikey's sacrifice.

He startled with a gasp, jolting upwards and scanning the dark room he was in. Right, he was in a different timeline now. A safer one, but a much lonelier one.

All of the despair that lingered in his chest from the dream overwhelmed him, tears carrying the sadness from his eyes as he brought a hand to his mouth- a habit he'd picked up as to not bring attention to himself. Any noise could be the difference between life and death in The Resistance.

Casey sat there for a moment on the soft bed that was set up for him by Raphael. He knew the Krang were gone, that the horrors were over, but why was it so hard to move on? He sighed. He couldn't just forget and live a normal life after that. He was the only piece of evidence anyone would ever see that his world existed. Moving on would be too difficult.

It was what Master Leonardo would have wanted for him.

He grimaced, sobbing helplessly into his hand once more. His sensei would want him to be happy.

There were footsteps down the hall.

They were coming closer.

Casey backed up on the bed, pressing up against the wall behind him. There was a soft knock on the wall, a quiet voice calling out to him.

"Casey? Are you alright? I heard a noise.."

It was Donatello.

He'd know the voice anywhere. The raven-haired teen relaxed his shoulders slightly, a weak answer coming forth.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine."

Yikes. He definitely sounded like he'd been crying. There was a slight pause at the door.

"..Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Casey wiped his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. The olive-skinned turtle pushed back the curtains at the doorway, assessing the situation. He sat next to the disheveled looking boy.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

After a small head-shake, the purple-themed turtle fidgeted with his fingers. "I'm not the best at this.. Would it be okay for me to get the others? I'm sure they wouldn't mind- If you're okay with them being in here, that is."

"Okay."

"I'll be right back then."

A minute or so later, Donnie returned with his brothers and April, all groggily stumbling into the train car. "Are you alright, future boy?" April asked, noticing the red tint in his eyes.

"I'm okay, just a bad dream I guess."

A very sleepy looking Leo walked into the train car, slumping down next to Casey and resting his head on his shoulder. Casey couldn't tell if the turtle had fully processed what he was doing, but judging by the slurred muttering, he guessed not. "Ya know.. 'S okay to be sad, things'r gonna be tough.."

Mikey was next to come in, sitting to the boy's left and offering a tired smile, all too similar to that of the one his future self wore. "Is it about what happened a couple days ago?" he nodded, and the youngest brother gently took his hand, squeezing ever so slightly. The rest of the crew had come into the room, sitting on the ground as they provided various comforts.

"It's just hard to get over, you know? I mean, my whole world was literally stripped away.. Everyone I care about." the teen was met with empathetic eyes, and looked down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry for waking you guys up. I know it's late, and you're all tired."

"Hey, don't be sorry. We wanna make sure you're good. You're family, and we take care of family, no matter what." the artist assured, prompting April to add on. "Mikey's right. We'd hate to see anyone we care about upset."

"C'mere, Case." Raph, who had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, made grabby-hands at Casey, to which the boy timidly stood, causing Leo to grumble and prop himself up with one arm as an alternative to his shoulder. The teen shuffled closer to the snapper, until he was in arms reach. The oldest pulled him into his lap, cradling the smaller teen in his legs.

Casey readjusted, lying on his side as his back now faced Raphael. April leaned over, cupping the raven-haired boy's face, rubbing the base of his ear with her thumb. He scrunched up slightly at that, a smile forming on his lips as he brought his shoulder up instinctively to protect himself.

In between fleeing and fighting for their lives, there had been many times when Casey had been tickled by his family. And though it became less common as he got older, Leonardo had still made sure the boy laughed and had as much fun as possible, one of his favorite methods being via tickles.

This timeline's Leo slid down from the bed and crawled over to the group, followed by Mikey. The slider seemed to be very cuddly, as he draped himself over the two, nuzzling into Casey's neck, smirking when he started giggling. "Wahahait- that feeheels wehihird!"

The futuristic teen squirmed lightly, though the sword-wielder's weight pinned down his left arm, forcing him onto his back. Mikey smiled brightly, newfound energy emanating from him as he joined in on the fun. "You're ticklish? Aww, that's so cute!"

Mikey scribbled over the other side of his neck, grinning wider when he all but melted into the touch. Pink spread over his cheeks, and he tilted his head back, indirectly opening himself up for more scritches. Leo happily took this offer, tickling under his chin. "Dohon't- Don't sahay thahahat!"

"What, that you're ticklish, or that you're cute?" April switched to tracing the shell of the boy's ear, a fond smile splayed on her lips as Casey Junior struggled to keep his composure. He had to admit, even though his fight or flight response was going a little crazy, the affection was taking his mind off of his troubles, calming him down and clearing his head.

"Neihihither!" an overly-dramatic gasp sounded, followed by a halfhearted chastisement from the intellectual soft shell. "Gasp. I think you might be in denial, Casey Jones Junior, because you reside with both of those adjectives, whether you like it or not." and with that, Donnie leaned around Leo, worming his hand under his belly to reach Casey's side. "Nardo, move. You're blocking all the good spots."

Leo squealed, pausing his attack on Casey's chin to curl up, shaking his head as Donnie continued to burrow underneath him. "Dohohonniehe! Stahahap!" The scientist quirked a brow. "Then move, you doofus!"

Donnie's attention redirected to Leo, now squeezing both of his sides as the mentioned turtle thrashed atop of the others, giggling like mad. "OHOKAHAY! IHIHI GihiHIve uhup!" Donnie pulled his hands back, allowing his brother to roll into Raph, his shell pressed against the oldest's plastron as he calmed his giggles.

Donnie paused before sticking his tongue out at Leo, squeezing Casey's left side, rather than the one the blue-themed turtle had been covering in the first place. Leo managed a glare through his residual laughter but got over it pretty quickly, going back to nuzzling the raven-haired boy's neck.

Raph smiled down at his family, enjoying the peaceful time spent together. He decided to join in as well, lifting up Casey's borrowed t-shirt, which was way too big for him, but because they had been trying to recover and recuperate, they hadn't had time to go shopping for clothes for him, and traced along his belly, also giving Donnie more space to tickle as the younger now targeted the teen's ribs.

It was safe to say that Casey was losing his mind. Between Mikey fluttering at his neck, April now scratching at his scalp and Leo practically boring into him, he had no chance of holding back any noises that came from his mouth as Donnie pinched at various places on his ribs and Raph skittered over his torso, who chuckled as he struggled to curl in on himself, part of him wanting desperately to escape, while the rest of him was happy and relaxed in his new friend's- no, family's arms.

"GUHUhuys, Ihi caHAHAn't!" the teen yelped, eyes screwed shut as he hid his pink face behind Leo. "Ah ah ah~" Mikey tsked, "No hiding, we want to see your cute little face!" the artist moved his fluttering up to the boy's jaw, making him giggle a little louder and turn his head to block out the offending fingers. "There we go! Your smile's so pretty, Junior!"

Casey squeaked as Donnie hit a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs, making him arch upwards slightly, before descending into louder giggles as the olive-skinned turtle stayed there. His free hand, which had been previously gently pushing at Leo's head, went to grab Donnie's wrist, only to have fingers wiggle into his armpit.

"MIHICHELAHAHANGELO! NAhahaHA, PLEHEHEASE!" He immediately clamped his arm down, but that did little to stop the orange-themed turtle from pressing into the sensitive skin. Casey tried to roll over to his right to dampen the sensation, but Leo prevented him from doing that as well.

April cooed, still playing with his hair, as Raph went to squeeze at the boys knees, smiling wider as he kicked his legs out. His knees were a bad spot, and Casey squealed, unsure of how much more he could take before tapping out.

His last bit of resolve flew out the window when Leo blew a raspberry against his neck, making him jolt away. "NOHOHO MOHORE! IHI CAHAN'T!"

Everyone's fingers slowed, Mikey and Donnie backing up a little to give him space. Casey panted, wrapping his unpinned arm around his torso, trying to catch his breath.

"You okay? We gotcha pretty good there." Mikey asked, snickering at the giggly puddle they had reduced the tense boy to. "Yeheah, just need toho- cahatch my breheath." He managed, taking in lung fulls of air.

The eldest brother picked up the two in his lap, gently placing them atop his chest, letting out a grunt when April crashed into him to join them. Donnie lied beside Raph, pressing against his side, Mikey crawling on top of all of them, making his siblings laugh.

Casey yawned, relaxing under the bodies, and began falling asleep, the rest taking his lead. "You don't mind the extra weight, right Raph?" Leo asked, to which the sai user chuckled. "Nah, Raph doesn't mind."

This was an older ask, but my brain refused to let me work on anything else, so here you go! This was so fun to write, and turned out to be really sweet and fun! 😊