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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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They're such brothers- I love '03 so much! ♥️ 🧡

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 13- Win

This is a Rottmnt fic! Also, it was requested by 🎮 🌙 anon!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph, Donnie, Leo

TW!: None!

"Michael! Are you kidding me- That's not fair!"

Donnie sighed, hands letting go of the controllers to the game in his lab, rolling his eyes as his brother cheered. "C'mon, Dee! One more game! I think you might win this time~"

The scientist shot a glare at his cheeky sibling, throwing his head back in frustration against the headrest of the chair. "I.. am not playing this ever again." he groaned, teeth gritted together.

Mikey giggled, watching the other frustratedly get out of his chair, and stomp out of the room.

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"Pizza Supreme in the sky, could he get any more smug?" Raph glanced up from his spot on the floor, face pinched with concern. "Who?"

Donnie smiled, forcing the corners of his mouth up in a maniacal way. "Who? Dear brother, who do you think has been cheating in a game for the past half an hour?!"

"Oh.. Mikey, right?"

His question was answered by an exasperated nod, and the snapping-turtle sighed. "Yeah, he beat me an' Leo at that Lou Jitsu game earlier. Lee got upset and went to go sulk in the kitchen."

The younger crossed his arms, face twisting into a more annoyed expression. "What could we do to take him down a peg?" Raph only shrugged, and Donnie huffed. "Let's go talk to Leo.."

Soon enough, the three were discussing what to do about their menace of a baby brother. After shooting down the idea of many things that would result in insult or injury, the three decided on one thing.

"It's the perfect solution! We get to express our frustrations, bring Mikey's ego down a bit, and we don't even have to start a nuclear war!"

Leo gave the softshell a funny look. "I don't see how tickling compares to a nuclear war.. but whatever seasons your fries."

It was the eldest's turn to stare at his brothers in disbelief/amusement at their choice of language, but nodded along when the pair went over the plan one more time.

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Mikey hummed to himself, happily dicing some vegetables for lunch. He was in such a good mood! Everything seemed to be going his way today. His smile didn't falter when his siblings scurried into the room, assuming they were hungry and waiting for food to be done.

After a couple seconds, Leo came up to him, and pointed towards the lettuce that was laying in front of him. "Hey, Mike? How do you cut lettuce so small?" The slider picked up the leafy plant, turning it over in his hand. "It doesn't look like you can cut it into cubes like the rest of the vegetables." Mikey looked up. "It's not too hard. Want me to show you?"

When the elder nodded, the orange-themed teen took the lettuce back and set it down, holding his knife above the plant to demonstrate. Leo watched intently, and after his brother was done showing him, went to grab the knife. "Can I try?"

He nodded, pointing at the different spots that needed to be cut. Mikey didn't even notice when his other two brothers crept up behind him, only seeing a blur out of the corner of his eye before his arms were being held above his head. "What the- Raph? Don?"

Leo tsked, setting the knife down carefully before shaking his head disapprovingly. "Mikey, my dearest baby brother.." The youngest looked behind him fearfully, anticipation growing in his stomach seeing grins his sibling's had. "You've had it too good for too long. Insulting my video game abilities.."

Donnie interjected. "Cheating in the racing game.."

"And telling me I couldn't 'hot soup' my way into victory against all of the Foot Clan.." Raph added, letting go of the arm he was holding as Donnie's battle-shell took care of that.

Mikey gulped, smiling nervously as giggles penetrated his poor attempt of trying to negotiate. "Wahait! No- you dohon't have toho do this! Ihi didn't mean thohose things! Plehehease-"

But it was too late. Fingers dug into his ribs, sending a jolt of ticklishness up the turtle's body. "EEHEHEEHEEE! NahaAHAT THEhere!" Donnie dug his fingers a little harder into the side of his shell, brows furrowed in annoyance. Raph and Leo soon joined in, the sai-user scribbling over his belly, while the slider went to squeeze at his hips.

The youngest shrieked, body convulsing at the feeling as he squirmed away from the offending hands. "AHAHAHAH! HEHEHELP! PLEHEASE, IHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIHIT!" The hands on his belly hit a sensitive spot, making the poor teen twist away desperately, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms down. "Then maybe you should have thought before you spoke. Really, for someone with such high emotional intelligence, I expected better from you."

Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks beginning to feel sore from the smile forced on his mouth. "SAHAHARRY! hic! IHI'M SAHARRY JUHUST hic! STAHAHAP!" The three just kept on tickling, fingers continuing to attack every spot on their baby brother as he guffawed.

Apparently, the older siblings had not come into the kitchen because they were hungry, and most definitely would be there for a while if they were, as the youngest flailed and kicked and squirmed.

No clue about what this is or if it's real, but just in case ig my asks are gonna be closed for a few days! I'll likely open them back up January 1st? Please make sure all of you are staying safe and healthy, and don't risk it if you're sensitive to things like that! 🫶🫶🫶

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

Leo?! 😧😧😧😧😧

I rewatched Hercules with my mom a few days ago

I swear I love all of their work- it's so cute and well written!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2003 turtles tickle headcannons

Putting this under the read more because I kinda feel bad that this will be in the main tag.

Leonardo

Obligatory older brother tickle monster

He doesn't snap often. He doesn't tickle his siblings often. And that makes it worse. He strikes unexpectedly. You never see it coming.

He just absolutely adores tickling his brothers though. Just loves hearing their laughter and how silly it is. He's tickling them with a huge grin.

The one that Splinter tickles the most

Ultimate weak spot is under his chin. Which, thankfully, is a harder spot to reach.

The only one who's feather ticklish. A fact that the others happily poke fun of.

Raphael

The instigator of the most tickle fights. It claims it helps control his anger if he takes someone down by tickling them during a spar rather than getting worked up and upset.

His ultimate tactic is to pin the person down as quickly and harshly as he can so he can wreck them quicker.

He's conditioned his brothers into learning the difference between pinning during a spar and being pinned to be tickled within an inch of their lives.

He's the most paranoid of going too far so he can be sudden and aggressive but he stops the second he think they're uncomfortable.

Snorts. A lot.

Can't take what he dishes out.

Ultimate weak spot is probably his feet but a special mention should be his knees.

Donatello

If Raph starts the most tickle fights, then Donny is not far behind him.

Those two tickle each other the most. Out of them all. Not a week goes by without either of them tickling each other and launching an all out war. Tickling in the Splinterson household, is associated with those two.

Donny is great at scribbling and tickling. He typically goes with light tickling and it's enough to bring everyone down.

He tickles with the aim to shut people down.

Unfortunately, he is my favourite turtle from this iteration so that must mean he is the most ticklish. Sorry. I don't make the rules.

His sides are an ultimate killer.

Tears up really easily when being tickled.

Genuinely enjoys it.

Michelangelo

Who would've guessed, the prankster loudmouth has the most inventive creative ways to tickle.

Lots of raspberries.

Lots of gloating. So much teasing. Someone please shut him up.

He adores tickling Donny the most since he lights up bright red to his teasing.

If he could build a tickle machine then he would.

Ultimate spot is his sides as well. But it's a lot more evenly spread. He's evenly ticklish everywhere.

Big belly laughs when tickled.

Thrashes like he's dying any time someone gets close to him.

ALR!

Three In One- 3 best friends. Landon, Mikey, and Riley. All 3 of my names in a friend group. Basically just a way to express everyday kid stuff/feelings through my work. I have a lot of ideas!

Starfall- basically a magical girl show.

The other Starfall show- basically a sentai show, which is basically a male magical girl show.

Divided- the war between humans and robots or aliens- can't really choose the mix

The Quest- a 14 year old boy goes on a quest after he discovers his mystical powers

Boy In Space- a teenage boy is abducted by aliens and must learn to live in space- as a trooper and new space boy- thought to be 'The Chosen One'

The Big Three- a show about the states of matter- Solid, Gas, and Liquid. There are multiple fusions with the 3 different.

The Five Senses- yall aren't dumb.

Solar- basically everything in space as humanoid personas- like them all as physical people.. but not people their actually like.. planets.

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For sure, man! 🔥

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

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

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

I hope you're doing well! 😊

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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟽𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

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

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

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

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

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

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

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

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

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

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

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

“What was that?”

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

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

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

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

“Yes~?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

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

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

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

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

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

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

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

Tickletober Day 4- Hide and Seek

Day 4! This is my first time writing 2003, (I know, I know. I'm doing a lot of new things this month!!) so please go easy on me!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Donny (This is how his name is spelled in this one, leave me be.)

TW!: SWEARING!

"GOD DAMN IT!"

Donatello sighed, rubbing his face. Whatever noise he just heard, he did not want to deal with. He was just feeling.. agitated today. Call it burnout, too much stress, or whatever you want, but everything just seemed to be ticking. him. off.

He made his way out of the garage, readjusted his bandana, and walked into the living room.

"Are you serious? Not again!"

'Ah, so that was where the yelling was coming from.'

Apparently, Mikey was raging at a video game.. again. He stood up, turned the tv off, and threw his controller across the room, only for it to hit Don in the foot. Just terrific.

"Mikey.."

The youngest startled slightly, turning around. "What is it?" Donny picked up the remote, and looked at it for a moment. Then, surprising the both of them, he chucked it right at his brother's head. Mikey squeaked, ducking just in the nick of time to avoid getting hit. "What the shell, man! What did I do?"

Donny gave his brother a tense glare. "You hit me with the controller.."

Mikey looked at him. He looked pretty angry.. "Oops."

The elder paused. "Just oops? Nothing else?" The orange-themed turtle shrugged. "You have nothing to say for yourself?"

Mikey looked around awkwardly. "Did.. you?"

The elder gave a smile, then nodded gently. "You have a five second head start."

Two seconds were spent processing what was said to him, and the other three, Mikey ran. He quickly rounded the corner, and made his way into the depths of the sewers. An oh-too-sweet voice echoed behind him. "Here I come~" The youngest darted down a tunnel, rushing past tunnels until- THUNK!

"Shit.."

Maybe he wouldn't be found? No.. Donny always knew how to find people. There's no way this was a good enough hiding spot. Why was he even so mad in the first place? It was an accident. A simple mistake. Why couldn't-

"Found you."

Mikey saw the eerie figure of his scientist brother in the arch of the tunnel. Suddenly, his fight-or-flight response was kicked into overdrive, and Mikey was not about to try and win against an angry Donny. He felt against the walls, but they were too smooth to climb. 'Crap.'

One second, the younger was panicking as to what he was going to do, and the next, he was plunged into screechy cackles, writhing on the stone ground. "WAHAHAIIIT, GYAHAHAH! PLEHEASE! IHI DIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IT WAHAHAS AN ACCIDENT!"

Don only tickled harder, fingers digging roughly into his baby brother's sides. "Maybe you should've been paying more attention, huh." Watching the other squeal, Donny couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Maybe he at least deserved an explanation..

He sighed. "Mikey, today hasn't been the best, if I'm being honest. That controller was the last straw, so my apologies for putting you through this." The younger barely even seemed to register what was said, too busy flailing and laughing his head off. "IHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHO, IHIT TIHICKLEHEHES!"

Don smiled a little. He probably wouldn't admit it, but hearing the younger laugh was helping to cheer him up. He moved his hands to instead scribble over Mikey's belly, causing the nunchuck-user to curl up as best he could and let out a giggly whine. More tickle spots were hidden, and it became harder to reach the ones that gave a big reaction. The elder smiled. He wasn't one to do something like this.. but what the hey?

"PBBBBBBBTT!!!"

"NeheAHAHAAAH! DOHOHOHON! SCREHEHEW YOUHUHUHUU!" Yeah.. so much for feeling bad. Donny pressed another raspberry to the younger's neck, giving him more space to dig into his plastron. "What was that? Care to repeat yourself?"

"GYEHEEAAHHAH! FAHAHACK! FUHUCK, IHIHIT TICKLEHES!"

"Cussing too? Has Leo taught you nothing?" He tsked like an impatient mother, gaze hardening slightly as his brother spewed out more foul language. Maybe they'd be here for a while..

"Mikey, until you can manage 3 minutes without swearing, you're going to have to sit here and learn your lesson. It's for your own good."

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