Tickletober Day 20- Tease

Tickletober Day 21- Costume

This is a Tottmnt fic!

Lee: Mikey (and a bit of lee Donnie)

Ler: Donnie

TW!: None!

"Hey guys~ Check me out!"

Donnie walked into the living room, striking a pose in front of his brothers. They had all spent the last week preparing and figuring out Halloween costumes, and were finally showing the others what they had chosen. There was an immediate reaction of giggling, until Mikey, in his nyan-cat outfit, gasped.

"Oh my gosh! Are you Bill Nye?"

Donnie grinned, nodding excitedly as he pointed to himself. "The Science Guy!" Raph shook his head in amusement, chuckling along with Leo on the couch. The youngest ran up to his brother, walking around him and smiling excitedly. "Broo, it looks awesome! Lovin' the bowtie too, by the way."

The nerdy-mutant smiled back, then suddenly yelped as one of his brother's hands reached for his neck. Mikey had only started fiddling with the bowtie, unintentionally sliding his finger over the elder's collarbone. "What? Did I hurt you?" He paused his hand, face turning to a more concerned one at the noise.

"No! Just uh.. caught me by surprise." Donnie assured, waving his hands in front of him. The shorter shrugged, moving to his sibling's side and felt at the white lab coat, hand smoothing over the side. "Where'd you get the coat from? It fits you so well!"

The elder shifted, face cracking into a forced smile at the feeling. His body lurched a little, urging him to get away. Okay, that was it. He didn't care if Mikey was doing this on purpose or not, he was not about to start laughing in front of his brothers when nothing even happened.

Donnie flipped around, and grabbed onto Mikey's sides through his costume. The turtle let out a shrill shriek, flapping his arms about before going to push the purple-themed mutant's hands away. "EEEIIIIE! Whahat did I doho? I juhust aha- asked a quehestion!"

Donnie just squeezed at his sides a couple times, having to kneel down when the younger practically death-dropped to the floor. Mikey squeaked, and flipped around onto his back, kicking at the elder. "Ohow! What the heck, don't kick me!"

In retaliation, the purple turtle moved up to sit on his legs, drilling his fingers into the younger's belly. The younger just about screamed, bursting into crazed giggles, his arms coming up to slap at his brother. "THEhehen dohohon't tiHIckle mehe! Hahaha!"

Donnie sighed, scratching a bit harder at his sibling's ticklish plastron. The sensation was muted through the Poptart-shaped clothes, but it still seemed to be getting a reaction. "Sorry, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. It's out of my hands." At the last word, he reached higher, and pressed his hands into the other's underarms. Mikey laughed louder, legs kicking about behind the two, and pressed his elbows down. He threw his head back, hiccupping as the tickling went on.

From where he was watching, Leo saw the start of happy tears forming in his baby brother's eyes, and figured he should probably stop the interaction before it escalated. "Hey, Don. Maybe give it a rest, he doesn't look too good." Donnie looked up, then back down at the younger. A mirthful tear escaped the orange-themed turtle's eye, and the elder took that as his cue to stop.

Mikey pressed his eyes shut, wrapping his limbs around himself as he giggled. After a second, he reached up to wipe at his eyes. Donnie scooted off of him, and the nunchuck-user gave him a look through his smile. The glasses-wearing teen put his hands up. "Whahat?"

After catching the rest of his breath, the youngest lunged up and tackled his sibling. Donnie screamed, being sent to the floor quicker than he could process, and instantly flailed at the touch on his sides. "NAHah- Mihikeeey!"

The younger only shook his head, almost roughly dragging his nails down the bo-staff-user's sides. "I don't wanna hear it! Attacking me when I didn't even do anything is not cool!"

There was a screech, a series of 'sorries' flying from the scientist's mouth. It was a wonder that their father hadn't come rushing in from all of the yelling.. And how ironic for the elder to be attacked, when that was the exact opposite of his intention in tickling his little sibling.

"Nononono- Noho, Mikey Ihi'm saharry! SahAHAHARRY! AHAHAHACK!"

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I had no ideas for this one, but hey, I got it done! Hopefully some of you like it 👍

Sorry this is late, and have a great day!

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rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

Hey! apologies everyone, but the 19th day of Tickletober will be a couple hours later than I've been posting them. It will be done during the day, but I need to sleep before I can finish it. Sorry again, and have a great day/night!

Hi, I'm new I wanted to know if you could do a Lee raph with Ler Splinter from 2012. please, I hope your doing okay 🐢♥️

Sure! Thank you for the request, and welcome to the community! I will have the fic done on the 19th. Have a great day! 💙💜❤️🧡

Tickletober Day 3- Prank

Not really sure what to put here.. Oh yeah, this is my first time writing for Mutant Mayhem/Tales, so sorry if I don't end up capturing the characters perfectly.

Lee: Leo

Ler: Mikey

TW!: ANXIETY ATTACK, FAKING AN INJURY! (Everything here is very mildly described, and I didn't put many details, so it shouldn't be very disturbing. Also, this only has depiction of my experience with anxiety attacks, so please tell me if there's anything inaccurate, so I can fix it.)

No spoilers for this, so it should be all good for anyone who hasn't seen the show.

Closest thing I could get to a gif of those two

"Leo! Somebody, help!"

The leader of the group ran into the living room-area, practically leaping over a chair in the middle of the floor to see his baby brother hunched over on the ground. "Mikey! Mikey, what's wrong?"

Mikey let out a groan of pain, clutching his knee tightly. When his sibling came to see what was wrong, he pouted, showing him his leg that.. didn't really seem to have anything wrong with it? "What happened? Did you fall?"

"I don't know! My knee just really hurts!"

The elder removed his brother's kneepad, only to see a large smiley face drawn on, surrounded by lots of little hearts. The orange turtle began giggling.

Leo paused, eyes skimming over his face, and then back to the knee. "Wait.. Was that just a joke?" The younger burst into laughter, grabbing onto his brother's arm and giggling. That is, until he noticed something was wrong.

The katana-user had a crooked smile on, but his eyes still looked as panicked as they had when he had first came into the room. "Leo..? You alright?"

The elder nodded, smile widening as if to convince them both of his being okay. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine, just.." he went to stand up, hands shakier than usual. "Don't do that ag-ain. You scared me."

Mikey's face fell. 'Okay, nope. Joke over.'

He stood up as well, helping Leo to the couch. Mikey hugged his brother, who paused, before wrapping his arms around the other. (I rhymed?) Mikey squeezed tightly around him, as the blue-themed's eyes were beginning to prick with tears. "Hey, it's okay. I'm alright, you don't have to worry."

"Just follow my breathing."

It took a couple minutes, but Leo had finally calmed down, though he didn't let go of Mikey just yet. "Are you okay?"

Leo nodded, squeezing his little brother a bit. "I'm o-okay. Just got freaked out.." Mikey sighed. He felt really bad about giving his brother an attack. "Is there anything I can do to help?.."

Leo shrugged, closing his eyes. "I'm kind of hungry.." Mikey paused for a moment. "I think we have some tacos from last night. You want those?" Leo nodded again, and the two made their way to the kitchen, the younger helping his brother to a chair while he went to heat up a taco.

"Sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to." Upon receiving the food, Leo gave a small smile. "I know. I forgive you, Mike." There was a beat of awkward silence, but it was quickly broken up by a groan. "Eugh, why are there so many onions in this thing?"

Mikey giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ihi don't know, Raph reheally likes onions." The other scoffed. "Yeah, but did he have to cram it full of them, and then not eat it? Seriously."

"Didn't he eat like, five, or something?" They both laughed, and Leo picked out a couple pieces of the vegetable. "Yeheah, I think he did."

All of a sudden, there was a quiet slap, and Mikey turned around in mild shock.

"Did you just throw one at me-?!"

Leo gave him an innocent look. "Uhm, no? Literally why would I do that?" The nunchuck-user picked up the onion from the ground and chucked it right back at his brother's head. "Because you're an onion throwing weirdo!"

"I told you, it wasn't me!"

Smack.

"..Okay thAT IS IT! C'MERE!" Mikey charged at the other, who only yelped and threw more onions in his defense. The chair screeched beneath Leo as it scraped on the floor, almost sending him flying right off, only to make a very similar noise to his seat when hands were shoved under his arms.

"EEHEEK! MIHIKEY! Whahat the heheheck-" The taco dropped from his hand and onto his plate. Mikey only giggled. "This is what you deserve! I can't believe you would do something so gross to- HEY! Do not touch me with your nasty hand! You smell like onions!" The elder's hand was slapped away, but he kept trying to wipe it on his brother's arm, throwing his head back and cackling when a hand went to his side instead.

"Thehehen stOHOP- STOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE!"

Leo squirmed violently, jolting to the side as he tried to pry the other's hands off, only to have it snatched up into the air. "I said stop wiping your hand on me! Now you've gotta deal with no hand!"

Leo snorted, too weakened by the tickling to yank his arm back down, though his free one continued to fight with the one at his side. The orange-themed turtle raked his nails down the entire bridge of his brother's shell, then did it again and again. Leo just about screamed, arching away from the fingers, and hitting into the other.

"NAHAHAH! SNRT- AHAAAH! TOHOO MUCH, PLEHEEASE!"

Mikey grinned, glad to see his brother cheered up. He stopped tickling, taking a half-step backwards before letting go of his arm. "Alright, fiine. I think you learned your lesson." He walked back over to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin from the drawer.

"Just wipe your hand."

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Broo the first half of this was a struggle. I think I like the way it turner out though, so that's good.

:)

Douma enjoys hearing Akaza’s adorable belly laugh🌈❄️

Oohhh! I didn't know a couple of these!!! 😋😋

Tickletober Day 19- Secret

This is a 2012 fic!

Lee: Raph

Ler: Splinter

TW!: STRUGGLES WITH ANGER ISSUES! SOME ANGST!

"Just shut up, Leo! I don't care!"

Raphael twisted out of the grasp of his brother, fuming as he took off down the hall. The leader watched in concern as the younger had yet another argument with him today.

"Raph-"

"No. Screw off."

And that was that. The red-themed turtle stomped to his room, kicking the door shut. He paused, sighing, before sliding down the door and curling up. It just wasn't fair. He couldn't control how he felt, and no one would understand him if he tried explaining it. Everyone sucked. His family sucked.

Tears welled up in his eyes, because he was lying. No, his family didn't suck, he sucked. He didn't deserve to have brothers like this, or his father. Raph pressed his head into his knees.

His father.

He needed help, and Master Splinter could be the only one who would help him.

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"Uhm.. Excuse me, Sensei. Could I.. ask you something?"

Splinter looked up from his spot on the ground, and patted the spot next to him. "Come, sit with me." He hesitated for a second, but eventually, the turtle sat down.

"What is it that you wanted to ask?"

Raph sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. "Just.. Why isn't anything working? The things you've taught me.. about anger, I mean." He scrunched his face up, picking at his kneepad. "All the techniques about ignoring it, or having other outlets.. they don't help for very long. I keep.. blowing up."

The elder moved his hands from where they were at his lap, holding them out for Raph to take. The red-themed turtle reached and let his hands rest in those of his father's, a dejected look on his face.

"My son. It is true that you face the struggle of anger. I am aware that you cannot control this at times.." The rat man clasped his fingers around his son's much larger ones, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. "But it does not have to be wholly who you are."

Raph looked up, confusion evident on his face. "You have many outlets related to aggression, such as using punching bags, or battling during missions- even training. All of those are parts of what makes you who you are, but you are forgetting that not everything has to revolve around such an intense emotion." The turtle didn't seem to know how to respond, mouth opening, before shutting again when nothing came out.

When words came to him, the shorter spoke, quietly and unsure. "Then.. what am I supposed to do about anger? I don't feel like I can beat it.."

"And you don't have to. Anger is not something you can move past with ease. A lot of the time, it will always be a part of you, and all you can do is make peace with it and continue on." Raph closed his eyes, face pinched as he tried to wrap his head around the concept of just.. accepting his anger.

"But.. Sensei, what do I do when I'm out of control? Or- when I'm overwhelmed?"

"Hm.. While your current methods can help calm some of the energy you feel, perhaps taking your mind off of aggravation could give you better results." The teen looked up, perplexed. "Like what?"

Splinter smiled slightly. "Things like having fun, and enjoying the present moment. Come, and I will let you in on a secret." He leaned forwards, pulling Raph into a hug. Though a bit confused, the turtle scooted closer, hugging back.

"The saying is true.."

Raph looked up at the following silence, face pressed against his father's yukata. "What saying?"

"That laughter is the best medicine."

There was barely any time to react before being thrown into a fit of high-pitched cackles. "WhaHA! Fahather, noho- Heh!" He squirmed, hands gripping onto the clothing. Yoshi only chuckled, continuing to scritch his nails along his son's sides.

"Raphael, you must release the tension in your body." The younger shook his head, pressing into the other's side. "Ihi cahan't! Yohou're tihickling mehe! Stohop!" He wiggled to the side, but it didn't go unnoticed that there was very little effort to get away.

Raph flinched as the fingers came into contact with his ribs, elbows pressing down as much as they could with his arms lifted. There wasn't much reason to be as passive with being tickled as he was, but the red-themed mutant's hands never came to push the other's away.

"Hmm, you seem to be more tense than before.. Perhaps I should try a different spot. How about here?" The turtle shrieked, scrunching up his shoulders to his head when claws dragged down the back of his neck, then going to slip into the crook of the area. "NOHO! PleheHEASE! Ihihit tiHIcklehes!"

"I don't think this is any better.. How about here? Possibly here?"

Raph was in stitches, curling up against the elder as best he could as each ticklish spot was prodded at, sending him into quiet bouts of laughter. "Pffeheh- Nohot thehere! Fahather, plehease- IHI- Ihi can't!"

"It appears I'll have to keep trying to get you to relax, my son.."

"HAH! FahaHAtheher, noho!"