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~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜~! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟻: 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟶𝟾𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗…𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚋𝚑 💖👍🏾

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“Deehee! PlahaHEASE!! B-Beehee careful!” Raphael squeaked, covering up his face with his arms as Donatello sat on his thighs, tracing the bigger turtle’s sides gently.

“I’m always careful.” Donnie scoffed, now starting to pinch up and down his brother’s sides, “What? Do you not trust me to be?” 

Raph whined through his tiny giggles, shaking his head slightly as he buried his face deeper into his arms, “I doohoo! I-Ihits jUHUST— snrk— Gohohod yoHOU knOHOW already!” The eldest exclaimed as he stumbled over his words, a light and timid blush spreading across his face.

Today— well, this whole week Raph had been in a…mood.

A bad one.

Like, a really really bad one (and you know it’s bad if two really’s are involved). 

It got so bad to the point the red banded turtle literally flinched anytime one of his family members slightly moved their hands…

…So yeah. The mood was hitting hard.

And the alligator snapping turtle soon did realize said mood would only get worse if he didn’t do something about it…

…And as embarrassing as it was…he did ask his immediate younger brother for help. 

But Raphael would’ve deeply appreciated it if the other wasn’t so damn teasy about it! 

Well…maybe. 

“Iiiiii do not. Care to enlighten me?” The softshell hummed, crossing his arms in amusement. 

The older groaned, his blush deepening as his tail thumped against the bed, “Juhust beehee nihice, plehehease…” 

“But, Raphalla…your the one who asked to be ti—“

“AAAHHUGH! SHUHUT UP! IHI. KNOHOW.” The tallest turtle laughed through clenched teeth, hitting his brother with his tail.

The purple banded turtle let out a short 'oof' at the contact, shaking his head fondly as he poked the other in the stomach repeatedly, “I felt that on my battleshell…but most importantly, I felt that in my shattered, discombobulated heart….” The younger fake sniffled. 

“Oho sahahave me thehe theheatrics yohour fIHIHINE?!” Raphael squawked as his little brother dug his hands into his ribs. 

The young scientist let out small 'tsking' noises, shaking his head in fake/mock disappointment.  

“Here I am…tickling you just like you asked and this is how you’re repaying me?!” The purple banded turtle huffed, “What a cruel cruel world we live in…” He said as he made his way to the other turtle’s underarms.

The taller mutant almost immediatley put his arms down at the contact, holding his brother’s wrists as he shook his head in giddy panic, “N-Noho D-Deehee plehehease! Yohou c-cahahan’t—”

“I thought you wanted me to tickle you?” The light golden eyed mutant asked, biting back a smirk to make it seem like he was asking a genuine question. 

Raphael turned his head to the side, grumbling in between his giggles at the very mean remark.

“Then stop your bitch whining and let me do my magic.” The younger giggled, enjoying every singlesecond of Raph’s flustered and giggly state.

His dear older brother asked him for tickles and he was more than happy to deliver them!

But with tickles came teases…and Raph had to understand that.

You wouldn’t have pancakes without Maple syrup, would you?

Well…personally Donnie prefers his pancakes plain (with a small block of butter on top) but you get his point! 

The red banded mutant grumbled to himself again, slowly but surely raising his arms back to cover his face. 

The other teen stifled a laugh, scribbling his nails inside his elder brother’s arms, “G-GahaHAD Ihihi hahate you soHOHO MUHUCH…!” The taller turtle whined through his loud laughs.

“D'aww~! You don’t mean that; you love me~!” Donatello cooed.

“S-ShUHUT UHAHAP! Ihi soHO doohoo NAHahat!!!” The other retorted. 

“Pfft— you love me, Raphalla…just like how you love it riiiiiight…here~!” The younger snickered as he skittered his hands along the sides of the taller teen’s shell. 

Raph arched his back, letting out a loud squeal that shook the whole lair. 

Donnie momentarily flinched back at the sudden ear piercing shrill, but then immediately recovered as he went back tickling the spot.

“WAHAHAIT squeal NOHO snrk DEEHEE STAHAAAHAHAP!! Snrk STAHAP IHIT snrk GOHOHOH snrk SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!” 

“Mmmm…nah. I’m good.” The softshell shrugged. 

Suddenly, loud stomps could be heard from outside the young genius' door. Leonardo and Michelangelo burst into the room, both heavily panting, “WHO FUCKING DIED— oh! Hey, Don.” Leo said as he saw all was well and no one was getting absolutely slaughtered. 

“Oh! Leo, Mikey! How wonderful it is to see you on this very fine day. How are you both?” The second oldest asked as if he wasn’t tickling the absolute hell out of the eldest. 

“We’re fine, Dee.” The slider giggled as he saw the usual calm and collected of the four of them in such a giggly state, “Me and Mikester heard a scream and we thought something was wrong; but now we know your just tickling Raphie— so it’s all good.” 

“Whyhy are you tickling him, though? Did he steal your Atomic Lass action figure again?” The youngest asked curiously. 

“Not this time.” Donatello chuckled knowingly, “Raphie over here has been in a mood for quiiiiite some time now. So he kindly asked me to tickle him.” The purple banded teen said casually.

The two youngest’s exchanged a surprised yet mischievous glance with each other, non-verbally communicating with one another with just their eyes. 

The orange banded turtle put a hand on his hip, squinting his eyes at the eldest, “Waaaait wait wait wait wait…lemme get this straight.” Mikey exclaimed, “You were in a mood…and you didn’t come to me?!”

Raphael audibly gulped as Donnie slowly stopped, “M-Mihihikey ihit’s nohot lihihike thahat—!”

“Oh, no need to sugarcoat, Raphalla. It’s not your fault you like my tickles better.” The scientist interrupted happily as he turned his head to see his younger brother’s shocked and very offended faces. 

Leo let out a small, bitter huff of amusement, crossing his arms as he raised an eye ridge, “You gotta get those grotesque glasses of yours checked, Donathan 'cuz Raph likes my tickles the best! Right, Raph?!”

“Guhuhuys plehehease thihis ihihis soho—”

“HAH! As if. My tickles are as superb and supreme as superb and supreme tickles can get.” The box turtle said. 

“Then how come Raph came to me, hm?” Donnie taunted. 

The art loving turtle growled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves as he walked towards the bed, “WHATEVER! I’ll just have to prove it.”

The second youngest nodded, walking with his immediate younger brother, “Yeah! This is gonna be such a piece of cake and you two will see my tickles are the best.” The red eared slider grinned, sitting next to Raph’s shoulders as Mikey sat next to his ankles.

And good Lord the amount of ghost tickles tingling along the eldest should be so fucking illegal…

“Guhuhuys plehease! W-Weehee cahahan tahalk abohohout thihis!”

“Talk about what~? Talk about how you didn’t ask me for tickle tickle tickles and you asked Mr. Megamind over here instead~?” Leonardo teased as he fluttered his nails over the red banded mutants shoulder spikes.

“IHIHAHAT’S snrk NAHAT squeal THAHAT DEEHEEP— snrk LEEHEEO PLAHAHEASE!!” The chestnut eyed teen cackled, squirming so much his younger brother’s almost leaped in the air.

“Trying to get us off, huh, Raphilee~?” Michelangelo giggled snarkingly, putting one of the eldest’s foot in a headlock as the youngest scribbled mercilessly along it. 

“MIHIHI— snrk! LEEHEEO— snrk!! GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T BREEHEEATHE!!!” The red banded teen cried, banging his fists on the mattress. 

Donatello chuckled evilly to himself, sneaking his hand to Raph’s stomach, “Oooooops~!” The glasses wielding mutant said playfully at the other below him bucked, shrieked and squealed.

The eldest of the four could not believe this was happening to him…

Well, he could. But it was still hard to grasp.

All three of his brother’s were tickling him…all. at. once.

It was the most flustering yet funnest thing to happen to him this week.

And all of this was most definitely helping with his current…mood.

“YOHOHOU snrk GUHUHUYS!! THIHIS snrk TIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Raphael screeched.

“No duh.” The smallest of the four said, tickling Raph’s med arch, “Now~! Wanna admit my tickles are the best~?”

“WEEHEE’RE STIHIHIHILL snrk OHON THAHAT?!”

“Yes!” The scarlet eyed turtle scoffed, “So~? Do you need more convincing or should I go to another spot~?”

The snapping turtle kicked his legs in a result, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back as the youngest now tickled the both of his feet.

Now how the hell was Raph supposed to choose?! 

As embarrassing as it was to admit…he loved all of his brother’s tickles— they were unique and silly in their own way!

Besides, even if he did have a favorite and exclaimed said favorite, the other two would just get offended and tickle him more! 

It was a lose-lose situation and Raphael was not here for it…

The eldest of the four shook his head, his cackles soon becoming giggles as his brother’s slowly stopped. 

“Whahaha…?” He opened his eyes to see his brother’s evilly wiggling their fingers slightly above his absolute worst spots.

Leo at his neck.

Mikey at his shoulder spikes (which the eldest isn’t even going to question how he got there in the first place).

And Donnie at the side of his shell.

Leonardo rested his chin on the red banded teen’s shoulder innocently, batting his eyes dramatically, “Last chance, bro-bro~!”

“Even though we all know you want this either way~!” The softshell quietly commented. 

…What a way to call a guy out…

The chestnut eyed teen whined through his laughter, putting a pillow to his face as his tail wagged like never before…

…He fucking hated how much he was enjoying this…

“J-Juhuhust gehet ohon wihihith snrk ihihat…” The tallest turtle grumbled lowly, his blush becoming so red it blended in with his bandana.

“With pleasure~!” Donnie teased, wriggling his fingers slightly above the sides of his older brother’s shell.

The lime green eyed teen cracked his knuckles dramatically then started to wiggle his fingers fordramatic effect, “Alright~! On my count, hermano’s~!”

“One~!”

“Twooooooooo~!”

“Wait…what comes after two?” The second youngest fake pondered, tapping his fingers on the side Raphael’s neck, making the oldest’s giggles rise more in anticipatory giggles.

“LEEHEEO!!”

“Oh yeah, that’s right~! Three~!” The blue banded teen teased near the tallest turtle’s ear before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his neck whilst scribbling his hand on the other side of the taller’s neck. 

Mikey lightly nibbled Raph’s shoulder spikes as Donnie tickled the sides of Raph’s shell…

And the eldest went ballistic. 

He thrashed and screamed and hollered so loudly his younger brother’s were so sure they were all going to fall off of the bed!

“Hoholy shihihit…tickles that bad, huh, Raphie~?” The scientist snickered.

“NOHOHAHA— SNRK!! PLAHA— SNRK SNRK!!! SHIHIHAHAT! SHIHIT!! PLAHAHAH— SQUEALNAHAHAH!!!” The tallest turtle cackled madly, squeezing his eyes shut again as happy tears started to roll down his face. “PUHUH— SNRK PLEHEASE! YOHOU F-FUHUHUCKIN'— SNRK!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!” 

“Cussing us out, now~?! Wowwww, Raphie~! I knew you wanted tickles but I didn’t know you wanted them this bad~!” The art loving mutant giggled.

“Have you guys got his palms yet?” The red eared slider casually asked as the chestnut eyed mutant’s blood ran cold.

…They wouldn’t.

They wouldn’t…

…Oh, who was Raph kidding?! Of course they would!

Leonardo grinned evilly as Mikey and Donnie shook their heads. The lime green eyed teen gently grabbed his eldest brother’s wrist and scribbled a single finger across his palm.

The older howled with laughter, getting so tired from squirming he just layed limp on the bed. 

“NONONONOHOHOHO PLAHAAAAHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOT— SNRK!! NAHAH YOHOU GUHUYS!!!” The snapping turtle cried out helplessly, his tail wagging like crazy.

“Please~? Please whaaaat~?” Donatello asked.

“STAHAHA— SNRK!! STAHAHP TIHI— HIC!! NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“D'aww~! You want us to stop, big guy~? Are you sure~? Cuz I could do this for hours~!” Leo grinned smugly.

“NOHO! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! IHIHI— SQUEAK! RAHAHAPH GIHIVES!” The large mutant squealed frantically, causing his brother’s to slowly stop the tickling and sit next to his sides.

Raph giggled at the phantom tickles, wiping the happy tears that ran down his face with his thumb, “Yohou hic hic guhuhuys suhuck…” He mumbled.

“Ohhh I see. So you didn’t like it?” The youngest asked, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“…N-Nohoh..Ihi hic dihihid…” Raphael giggled, his tail swishing back and forth on the matress in a happy and relaxed motion. 

“That’s what we thought.” Michelaneglo huffed in triumph as Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement. 

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

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Tickletober Day 7- Fidget

First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?

Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!

Lee: Leonardo

Ler: Karai

TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!

(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)

Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.

Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.

Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.

Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..

Except for today.

For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.

And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.

All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.

"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"

The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.

"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.

"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."

Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.

"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."

The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."

Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."

The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."

Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"

Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."

By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.

"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"

Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"

"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.

"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"

Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!

It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."

The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"

The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"

As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"

"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.

They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.

"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"

"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."

"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"

Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"

Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.

"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"

Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.

"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."

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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! 🎃🌕🪦

OMGOMGOMG TYSM THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!! I HAVE BEEN ON SUCH AN '03 KICK RECENTLY AND THIS- AHGHH 😱😱🤯🤯🤯😻♥️♥️♥️

THANK YOU AGAIN! IT MEANS A LOT!! 💖💖💖

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! ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @savemeafruitjuice 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚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…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @saturnzskyzz @tmntalways

@shut-up-jo @someone1348 @rice-cake-teen10 @turtletimewriting

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 😵‍💫…𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 🫶🏾💖💕💗! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

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!!!)

AUGHHH WTF THANKS FOR THE TAG 😭😭😭😭

@sunsetsandsunshine yeah here you go 😁🫰🫰

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

I'm excited!!

🎃𝓜𝓨 𝓟𝓛𝓐𝓝 𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓣𝓘𝓒𝓚𝓛𝓔𝓣𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓡👻

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 🫶🏾~!