Savemeafruitjuice - .. LeakingWindow_101

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

Guess who just finished '03.. I love those guys so much

(I talk about the episode a little in the tags, so if you don't want spoilers don't read them)

I lowkey thing I'm going to try to write something.. hmm

I LOVE THIS BROO! AMAZING JOBBB 😱😱😱

~ 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎~! ~

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟸: 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠?

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

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 <𝟹

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“Remind me why I’m here again?” Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brother’s room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “I have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.” 

“Oho yeah?” Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, “What work?” 

Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, “Just plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why I’m here so I can be on my merry way.” 

“With pleasure.” The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, “Y'know that since The Invasion I’ve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?”

“I’m aware.” The older nodded. 

“Well, Barry’s been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much I’ve improved!” Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.

The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, “So…where do I come to play in all of this?” The softshell asked.

“I wanna test how good I’ve gotten! And you’re the perfect person to test this tactic on.” The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, “And besides, you’ve been grumpy all week…you need this.” He mumbled to himself.

The scientist cocked his head to the side, “What was that last part?”

“Nothing!” The youngest said innocently, getting two feather’s from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand. 

“…Feathers.” Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.

“Feathers!” Mikey repeated. 

“…So…I’m just going to hold up these feathers for…how long?” The elder asked.

“Just hold the two feathers up and I’ll take care of the rest!” The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box. 

The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.

Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brother’s other side.

The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. “I-I did— GHK! I-I did no— HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!” He seethed. 

“Uhuh…yehes you did.” Mikey snickered, “I’d advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.”

“A-And why— ACK! Is that?!” Donatello glared.

“Well you see…if you put your arms down I’d have nooooo choice but to take the feathers you’re holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!” The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?!” The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, “Mikey I hAVE w-work to do and I— AUGH!!!” He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating feather’s made their way to his ribs. “Nohoh! Cohohome ohan!!” 

Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.

The softshell had work to do! He didn’t have time for these foolish games…!

But underneath his cursing and scowls…he really did enjoy this— I mean whaaaaat…? Now who said that?!

“Ihi HAHATE YOHOU!!” The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the feather’s across his underarms, “YOHOU’RE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!”

“Is it really~?” The box turtle hummed. 

“YEHES! YEHES IHIT— hic IHIS!” The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two feather’s he was once holding now on the floor. 

“Uh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!” The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.

“Now~! Where should they go~?” The smaller turtle teasingly asked.

The young genius shook his head frantically, “NOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!” 

“Mr. and Mrs. Feather don’t like your cussing, Don-bon~!” 

“WEHELL TEHEHELL THEM— hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!” Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.

Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuff…

“Dee~! Your arms aren’t raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!” The orange banded mutant mused.

“NOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!” The light golden eyed teen squawked.

“No~?” Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnie’s shell with his mystic powers, “EEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!”

“Then put your arms up!” The younger said innocently, moving the feather’s down to the other’s plastron area. 

The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, “Cohohount yohour hic dahahays…” 

“Uno reverse, Donald.” The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshell’s tummy. 

“GYAHAH— hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAH— hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!” 

“Whaaaat~?” Michelangelo hummed.

“G-GEHEHET THEHEM AHA— hic! OHOHOUT!!!” The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“But why, Tickle Tello~?” The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.

The purple banded turtle’s face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, “DOHOHON’T hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!”

“Okay, Tickle-Tello.” The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.

“Do you remember what we agreed on~?” Michelangelo asked. 

“NOHO— hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHI— hic!! IHIHIT!!!” The light golden eyed teenager squawked. 

“Oh? Then why are you, hm~?” The youngest asked as he pinched the other’s hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brother’s wrists. 

Donnie understood the rules…he really did! 

But this was just plain unfairness at this point.

“MIHI— hic! THAHAHAT’S CHEEHEEATING YOHOU— hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!” Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.

The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasn’t someone literally dying of laughter beside him. 

“It’s not my fault you put your arms down.” Mikey commented smugly.

“YEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHIS— hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!” Donatello howled. 

“Oh? Is it~?” The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brother’s thighs. The purple banded mutant’s eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother away…

…But who is he kidding?

When has that ever worked?  

“NAHAH— hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHI’M SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!” The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.

Mikey snickered lightly at the other’s plead, squeezing his brother’s thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics. 

Happy tears rolled down Donnie’s face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.

“Awe~! Someone looks like they’re having fun~!” Michelangelo giggled. 

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT!!” The taller turtle protested loudly.

“You sure~?”

“YEHE— HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!”

“You positive~?”

“YEHEHES!!!”

“D'aww…that’s a shame~! Maybe this’ll help~!” The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brother’s stomach whilst kneading the softshell’s thighs. 

The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the other’s plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, “OHOHAH— HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!”

“And you’re digging yourself into an even deeper hole.” Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man. 

“MIHIHIKEY!!!” Donnie cried.

“Yeeeeees~?” The youngest smirked.

“EEHEE— HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!” 

“Aw~!! But I didn’t even get to tickle your shell yet~!” The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the taller’s shell.

“MIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!” The older screeched. 

“Okahay, okay, drahahama queen.” The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the feather’s going back into the box. 

The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. “Lihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.” Donatello grumbled through his giggles.

The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, “Oh~? So does that mean you wouldn’t wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?”

“…I-I nehever sahaid thahat…” The light golden eyed teen huffed.

“Soooooo, same time next week?” The smaller teen grinned knowingly.

“…Whahatever.” The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face. 

Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, “Same time next week it is, then.” 

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

Writing more headcanons... Muahahah 😈✨✨

So I know we don't know each other but I just wanted to wish my favourite sfw tickle fic writer happy birthday🥳🥳👏👏👏!!!! I hope you have a really awesome day filled with fun times and maybe lots of cake. Happy birthday🎂🎊🎈🎇.

Aw, thank you so much! That's so sweet of you to say 🥹🥹 Sorry about the late response, but I had a really fun day with friends!! Thank you for your kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

~Rocket Ship Prequels~

Tags: @sunsetsandsunshine @savemeafruitjuice @smiley-star @rice-cake-teen10

Summary: Leo was obsessed with a rocket ship toy Splinter got him. But.. whatever happened to it? Donnie may know. This takes place when the turtles are young. Raph is 6, Donnie and Leo 5, and Mikey 4.

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(Date is July 25. Don't know if that's Leo's actual birthday, but it may or may not be mine.)

"Whoa! A video game! Lou Jitsu!? Thanks Raph! And a basketball hoop? Awesome, Mikey! And a... UNICORN ONESIE!? Your great, 'Tello!"

The blue-cladded 5 year-old thanks all of them. He makes it to the final present. "Hmm.. from Dad!"

Opening it, is a rocket ship with light-up effects.

"Well? Ya like it?" Raph asks.

"You better. That's a lot of money we spent from chores." Donnie mutters.

Leo yells. "I KNEW IT! Does it really fly like in the commercial!?"

Splinter explains. "Well no, but you can make it."

The SECOND he finishes, Leo THROWS it across the room. Not wanting it to break, Donnie jumps and grabs it.

"You idiot! If we could make stuff fly away by throwing it, I would've thrown you 5 years ago!" (G-get it? C-cause he's f-five here and... yeah I'll shut up now.)

"It'll fly... I just know it!"

Those words.

Later, when Leo goes to bed, Donnie doesn't. He sneaks into Leo's room, grabbing the rocket ship. He heads back to his lab.

"Oh it'll fly alright..."

The light flips right on. "What are you doing?" Raph's voice.

He's screwed. "N-nothing! I... fine. Leo's been less annoying, so I was gonna see if I could make his rocket ACTUALLY fly."

Raph's heart melts. "Aww... that's adorable! Just don't explode it."

Donnie works on it for a while. "Alright. This should be it... aaaand... go!" The rocket flies up, but it explodes into teeny pieces.

"NOO! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT... LEO'S GONNA BE DEPRESSED!"

The next day.

"Hey Einstein! Have ya seen my rocket?"

The softshell stammers. "W-what rocket? OH! T-that rocket? I-IHI UH... Leo... it broke. I-I accidentally broke it... AAAAAFTER A BEAR IN THE WOODS BROKE IT IN HALF!"

Gullible little Leo believes it. "NO WAY! C-can you fix it?"

"W-well no but... aw man... Leo, you can't seriously be crying."

Indeed he was. He was gonna explode.

"G-gone?" The tears fall.

"Leo, I- awman- come here."

The twins hug. Donnie nuzzles his head into Leo's neck INTENDED for comfort, but instead gets a bunch of giggles.

"H-hehey! Stahap!"

Donnie pauses. "... 'Nardo, what the- OOOOOHOHOHOHO..."

The scientist makes quick work, mercilessly attacking his ribs.

"N-NAHAHAO! NOHO! S-STAHAHAP, NEHERD!"

Donnie teases him. "Really? Iiiii don't see a reason too. Unless your too ticklish to handle it."

Says the second most ticklish turtle, cough cough.

"NO-NO IHIHIM NAHAT- STAHAHAP! NOHOT THEHEHRE!"

Too late. Donnie has already started tickling his stomach.

"Why's that? Cause you can't haaandle it?"

Putting his mouth on, he blows a big ol' raspberry on the blue-cladded turtles stomach, earning loud shrieks and cackles.

"O-OHOKAY! IHI GIHIVE UHUUUP!"

Donnie lets him go. "But don't worry 'Nardo, I'll fix it soon."

Many years later..

"NARDO. COME HERE!" Yells the softshell.

Leo comes in, arms crossed. "Whaaaat?"

Donnie lowers his goggles. "Your rocket is finally on it's way to being fixed. I'm almost done with repairs."

Leo raises an eyebrow. "Don Tron, it's a children's toy. Haha, whys it taking so long?"

"...dont ask questions."

"...alright. pizza?"

FINISHED!! Now. Fic after this ends the rocket ship saga, lol.

Heres how it's been going- Leo got it for his b-day, Don broke it trying to upgrade, Leo got upset, Don cheered him, worked many years later aaand its almost done, which is why Leo kept pestering him.

Fic order for ROTTMNT so far-

This one, "Rocket Ship Prequels"

Next- "Stop Touching My Stuff!"

And finally, "You gotta take a break!"

And tomorrow we get "Its Finally Ready, Calm Down"

Tickletober Day 11- Hug

This is a 2012 fic!

Bro it's so cool to get to write for so many new characters! Alr, enjoy!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Casey

TW!: MILD SWEARING! FEELINGS OF BEING OVERWHELMED! (This turned out to be a little angstier than I initially intended it to be, but it's nothing crazy.)

This is set between season 3 and four. I'll describe a little more under the cut, but beware of mild spoilers!

(Set after the Kraang invasion, but before the crew goes to space. 👍)

"'Sup, guys! Make way for Casey Jones!"

The black-themed teen hopped the turnstile at the entrance of the lair, and nodded a greeting at the sunset duo, who were on the couch. Leo walked in from the kitchen to greet him, and smiled. "Hey, Leo. Where's Donnie? I gotta tell him about my idea for the Shellraiser!"

The blue-banded turtle's smile faltered, and he nodded towards the shut doors of the scientist's lab. "He's.. in there. I don't think he's doing so well, so go easy on him, okay?" Casey nodded, muttering a "gotcha" before making his way to the purple-teen's lab.

Upon opening the door, the raven-haired was met with a clearly upset Donatello, head hidden in his arms on the desk. Casey frowned, taking a more careful approach at confronting him. "Hey, Don. You.. alright? You don't seem too good." Donnie groaned, pressing his face harder into his arms. "No, Casey.. Just leave me alone."

Casey sat on the chair he had been using for the past few days since getting back from the farmhouse, leaning an elbow on the other's desk next to him. "You wanna.. talk about it? We're friends, you know."

The scientist paused, glancing up from his arms, then sighed. "I.. suppose that might actually help.." Casey smiled, scooting his chair to face the other better.

"I guess.. I've just been overwhelmed. I'm always pressured to fix problems, repair broken things, and prepare everyone for everything.. and I have to figure it all out with what I know of science and mechanics. It's gotten to the point where.. I just don't really see it as a passion anymore. More of a.. responsibility."

The smile on the shorter's face was immediately wiped away as he heard the problem, brows furrowing in concern. Crap. He knew about the weight on his friend's shoulders, but for him to start losing his passion for science..

"Don, we didn't know.." He looked down, trying to think of what would comfort the other. "Do you.. need a break from it? I think we could probably manage for a little bit, and you've taught me lots of stuff.." The lanky turtle rubbed at his face, groaning again.

"I don't know.. if I'm not working.. what else do I do? Just sit here, twiddling my thumbs?" he scoffed. "I don't have anything, other than knowledge.."

"Hey- don't talk like that. You're not just a pile of thoughts, you're a super cool dude. None of us think of you as just 'the brainy guy'. You do know that, right?"

The mutant seemed to miss a beat, biting his cheek. "Yeah.." he nodded slowly. "Right, I know that." Casey huffed, rather aggressively wrapping his arm around the other. "Well, just in case you forgot, allow me to give you a few reminders."

Donnie had started to relax into what he thought was a hug, lifting an arm up to hold onto his friend. Not even two seconds later, a choked noise escaped him as that same hand darted for his throat. Instead of being strangled, as his reflexes seemed to have expected, the fingers started wiggling into the side of his neck. The purple-themed turtle let out frantic giggles, chin slamming down on the other's hand, and his shoulders shot up, but it did little to stop the attack.

"Akgh- Cahasey! Whahat the hehehell! Heheh!"

A grin was back on the raven-haired's face, and he kept pressing his fingers along the taller's neck. He brought his other hand up, and rammed his nails into the cartilage of his side, resulting in a shriek from the other. "Heh! Don, you wanna know something?"

The gap-toothed mutant snorted, scrunching up as best he could, arms weakly swatting around. "NAHAH! Ihi- Whahahat?" He managed to speak around his giggles, folding over and slouching dramatically in his chair. Casey laughed, moving to tickle both of his sides at once, short nails running up and down the bridge of his shell. A wide smile cracked the mutant's face, and he tried to wrap his arms around his waist, but the other just reached around him.

Donnie's legs flailed about, and he slapped at the flat surface in front of him. "We all really care about you. If you feel like you need a break, or want to do something different, we'll be there."

Don squealed as his ribs were squeezed, and was soon screeching and begging for his release, as his friend tickled him mercilessly. Even if he could find the proper words to respond, they would be drowned out by his laughter. Casey watched the other's eyes squeeze shut, and shoved a hand up into his underarm.

"GAHAHAH! CahaHAHASE- HIC! NYEHEH! HIHI CAHAHN'T! SNRT- STAHAHAP!"

The black-themed only shook his head, putting on a mock-serious tone. "Not until you tell me how great you are."

"CAHASEY! FUHUCK NOHO! JUHUST STAHAHAP!"

He tickled harder, digging into the indent of his side.

"KGHEHEHEH! NOHO-"

"Admit it."

It took another couple seconds of tickling, and a poke to the hip, but Donnie finally broke.

"AH! OhohkahaHAY! OKAYOKAYOKAY! IHI'M SNRT- GREHEAT! I'M GREHEAT NOW STAHAP!"

Casey smiled, lowering his hands. He patted the turtle's carapace as he giggled, slowly catching his breath. When he did, he leaned backwards, holding onto the ledge of the table to keep from falling, and closed his eyes.

"Johones.. I hate you."

The shorter only chuckled, giving the other a poke in the corner of his armpit. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." There was a moment of comfortable silence, followed by a more careful, "..so, do you think you need to take a break?"

Donnie sighed. "Actually.. I think I was overthinking things a little. I'll be okay.. if I could get a little help here and there."

The hockey-playing teen grinned.

"Casey Jones is your man!"

Tickletober Day 14- Lose

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raphel

TW!: SWEARING!

This has spoilers for early season 4 of the show! It has a major plot point referenced, so beware if you haven't watched that far yet!

"Mikey, if I hear ya say that one more time."

The youngest giggled, racing ahead of his brother, and leaping skillfully to the next rooftop. "Say what? I'm just stating the facts. We totally shredded Shredder!"

Raphael groaned, accelerating enough to make the jump across buildings, and charged at the orange-themed turtle. He flung himself at Mikey, latching onto the back of his shell and taking the both of them to the ground. "I warned ya-.."

Mikey screamed as he was thrown to the ground, covering his head and torso with his arms just in time to avoid being smacked face-first into the concrete. "Raph! What the shell, man!"

The elder grunted an "oops", glad that Leo and Don weren't out on patrol with them, or he'd never hear the end of it about 'safety'. He sat on his brother's legs, tugging his arms out from underneath him to pin down with his knees. "Don't act like you're Mr. Innocent ov'a here. You've had this coming ever since we beat the Shredder f'er good."

Mikey was plunged into a fit of laughter, letting out a shriek as his ribs were drilled into. Oh how he wished his shell covered the sides of him too...

"AAAHAHAAH! Buhut- Hehe lost sO BAHAAD!"

Raph huffed, digging his fingers almost roughly into the grooves of the younger's ribcage. "I know. I was there, Mike. I think ya need a lesson about losin' y'erself.."

The nunchuck-user pulled desperately on his hands, but the weight of his brother kept them pinned. He kicked his legs out, feet slapping on the roof below the two, cheek smushed against the concrete. The elder reached lower and squeezed his brother's side, smirking at the shrill laughter it elicited. "What? 'S not like I'm hurtin' ya. What're ya getting so worked up about?"

Mikey shut his eyes, shoulders bouncing from the force of his laughter. He gasped for breath, writhing underneath his big brother. "NAHAHAH- STOHOP IHIIT! hic! RAHAHAPH! STOHOP! SNRT-"

Amusement lit up the sai-user's eyes at the noise, and he pressed a little harder into the soft flesh of the younger's side. "What was that, huh? Ya tryin' ta tell me somethin'?"

Mikey's laughter went silent for a second, before coming back full force. He bucked and squirmed, trying to push his brother off of him, to no avail. "FAHAHAACK! NOHOT THEHEHEERE!" He shrieked as hands tickled at his hips, and tried to kick at the other.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck, alright? I told ya how many times to shut up, only for ya to keep yappin' about the Shredder losin'. 'Til ya decide to stop talkin', I ain't stoppin'." Mikey let out a high whine, jolting around and cackling. "IHI CAHAAN'T! SNRT- RAHAPH, IT HA- hic! TIHIHICKLES! PFAHAH!"

"Are ya gonna stop?"

"YEHEHE- OHOKAHAHAY! SNRT- OKAYOKAY IHI'LL STOHOP! IHI SWEHEHEAR!"

"Say it."

Mikey cackled, pressing himself into the hard ground as much as he could to evade the tickling. He snorted loudly, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. Raph was definitely the roughest tickler in the family, there was no doubt about that.

"HAAH! IHI- IHI'LL STOHOHOP! I'LL STOHOHOOP! SNRT- PLEHEASE, RAHAHAPH- HEHEHELP!"

Damp eyes squinted open when the tickling didn't stop, meeting what was probably the most complacent face he'd ever seen. "Nah, this is too much fun. Sorry, little brother."

"RAHAAPH! IHI HAHAHATE YOHOUAHAH! HAHAH!"

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