Tmnt 2012 Tickle - Blog Posts

Brooo oh my gosh- This is genuinely so sweet I can't!! 😭😭

Rahhh I'm gonna be thinking about this for the longest time!

~ 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎… ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟺: 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊· ̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟹𝟾𝟶

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝.

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

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 (𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✊🏾😔) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚈'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•

“Alright...well, that wraps that up. You’re all good to go, Mikes.” Donnie said as he finished wrapping the youngest’s arm up in bandages. 

The orange banded turtle smiled slightly, giving his immediate older brother a tight hug which the other gladly returned. 

“Thanks…” The smaller turtle said, burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck as they embraced. 

The scientist in purple smiled softly at the gesture, resting his chin on the top of the younger’s head, “It’s no problem. After all, it is what I do.” He said casually, slowly breaking away from the hug as he put the remainder of the bandages to the side of the Med-Bay counter.

Michaelangleo nodded, hopping down from the Med-bay bed and putting on his signature orange hoodie that was resting on a clothing hanger. Donatello let out a soft snort, raising an amused eyebrow ridge at his immediate younger brother, “Whahat’s with the random wardrobe change? You look like a bloated frog.” 

The baby blue eyed turtle let out a feigned gasp, clutching his chest dramatically, “Fihirst ohof all: fuck you. And second of all: I look haaaandsome in this!” He huffed, “Don’t you agree, Leo?” The orange cladded teen said as he turned to the eldest who was sitting on the other bed.

But Leonardo did not make a sound…or…literally any acknowledgement that he even heard the youngest. 

The leader in blue was looking at the tile floor; his eyes glossy as he fiddled with his fingers absentmindedly. 

Donatello sighed, resting his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, “…Leo’s been…shaken up since the ambush; you know how he gets. He’s most likely making up a wholeeeee simulation in his head on how he could’ve 'protected us better…'”

Mikey hummed lightly, crossing his arms and looking at the eldest who was genuinely oblivious to the staring, “…What a weirdo…” 

“Yeah…he is.” The young genius commented back, shaking his head fondly, “But he’s our weirdo.”

“Ohoooo no. Noooo no no no no. That was way too freaking cringy…even for you, Dee.” The younger teen fake-gagged, pretending to throw up as Donnie only snickered at the immature action. 

This is what he gets for trying to be sentimental in front of his younger brother…

As the freckled face mutant continued with his antics, amping it up a million notches as Raph came in…the tallest turtle couldn’t help but catch a glance at his big brother once again.

Leo looked…so dejected…so…so lost.

Donnie exhaled sadly, rubbing his hand anxiously. 

…Splinter would know what to do at a time like this…he always knew what to do at times like this…

Then…worried green eyes met an unsure russet.

Raphael walked to his immediate younger brother, squeezing his hand gently, “…You okay, Don…?”  

Donatello cleared his throat, his free hand flapping near his thigh…

…God, he missed his Dad…

…He missed him so fucking much…

“I-I’m…fine. I’m fine.” The scientist insisted, gently squeezing his older brother’s hand back, “I just…need to patch up Leo and talk with him for a bit…”

“Aye aye 'Captain.” Mikey saluted, giving Donnie a quick peck on the cheek before skedaddling away to the lounge area. 

The middle children rolled their eyes fondly at the youngest’s actions as the green eyed one of the three let go of the tallest’s hand, “…You sure you’re okay?”

“…Y-Yeah…y-yeah, I’m okay.” Donnie grimaced, “Now please go to Mike before he decides to blow up the entire lounge area…” He snickered lightly. 

“Blowing up things is your job, Einstein. But I’m on it.” The elder snorted fondly, walking to the exit before turning his head slightly back to his brother, “Oh— and just so y'know: we’re watching Toy Story 3 in the living room in a couple of minutes.”

Donatello let out an amused huff, “…Ihis this your way of rushing me?” 

“Mmmmm…kinda.” The red banded turtle hummed, shrugging slightly.

“Ihi’ll be as fast ahas I cahan, Raphie…” The taller turtle giggled as he watched his immediate older brother waltz out of the room, “Oh! And don’t start the movie without us!” He yelled from Med-Bay, closing the main doors as he turned all of his attention to his eldest brother…

…Oh. boy…

“Hey, big guy...” The scientist started off softly, slowly going over to his big brother with his signature med-kit. 

The blue banded turtle looked up almost immediately at the sudden voice speaking to him, being forced out of whatever void he was staring into. 

“Hey, Dee…” The elder smiled…although the smile looked more like a forced one…

…Donnie didn’t comment on it. 

“Hey, man…” The younger greeted again, slightly cringing at the sound of his own awkwardness, “How’re you holding up?” 

The smaller turtle blinked at the question, “I’m not…holding anything...” 

Donatello snickered softly at the answer (a typical Leo answer), resting his med-kit on the table as he got out some bandaids and other supplies, “I mean, like…how are you doing? Are you doing alright?” 

The blue banded teen shrugged, “I could…be better. But I’m with you guys, so…I can’t complain…that much anyway…” He finished bluntly.

“Amen to that.” The taller turtle hummed before turning back to his brother, “But before I start…is there anywhere that’s, like, really hurting that you want me to take a look at first? And most importantly: are you okay with me touching you right now or do you want to do the physical stuff later?” He asked as he grabbed his med-kit and a couple other unused washrags. 

“Just my arms hurt, I guess. But it’s just from cuts…nothing major I don’t think.” Leonardo muttered, “And I’m okay with being touched right now…th-thanks for asking.” 

Donatello chuckled softly, “Gotta make sure my big bro’s a-okay.” He grinned, giving the other a thumbs up and getting a disinfectant wipe as he cleaned the cuts on Leo’s arms. 

Heavy silence weighed down the two, almost like a huge weighted blanket.

Accept this silence was not comforting in the slightest…

….It was loud…if that made sense. 

“Soooo…” The taller turtle started, “The Foot took us by complete surprise, huh?” The young scientist exclaimed to try and start a subtle conversation, “You would think that after we beat them every. single. time…they would learn to back the fuck up…”

“Ow.” Leo muttered subtly as the russet eyed mutant cleaned a wound on his shoulder.

The younger grimaced, “Sorry…I’m being as gentle as I can.”

“Well, please be more gentle?” The other winced. 

“Suck it up but also that’s what she said.” Donnie remarked sarcastically, getting more rubbing alcohol and putting it on the other’s shoulder before putting a bandaid on it.

The blue eyed mutant winced at the contact, glaring at the ground as scene’s from just an hour ago unfolded in his mind…

…Jesus fucking Christ…

…How could he have been so. damn. stupid…?

He was supposed to lead his brother’s to victory…not lead them to a legit ambush and straight up failure!!!

What would have Splinter said?

…What…could he have said?

They all could have died because of Leo’s own foolishness…

He had one job.

One fucking job: make sure his brother’s get out of every mission safe and unharmed…

But he couldn’t even protect himself when it came to it…

So what kind of delusions was he feeding himself to make himself even remotely think he could protect his family?

“Woah! Woah woah woah! Hey! Hey…” Donnie’s eyes widened in panic as his older brother slowly started to crumble to tears, although, the younger teen could tell that the eldest was desperatelytrying to hold them back despite his efforts.

“Leo, I-I was just joking about the whole 'suck it up' thing. Y-You know that…right? I was trying to be funny, which…o-obviously backfired.” The second youngest mumbled guiltily, holding Leonardo’s hands in his as he rubbed the top of his knuckles gently. 

“I-It’s n-not that…” The shorter teenager mumbled back pathetically. 

“So…what is it then…?” Donnie quietly asked, his grip on his brother’s hands tightening just a bit as the other refused to answer. 

And almost like an everlasting reminder, the heavy silence weighed down on the two mutants once more.

“Leo…” The purple banded teen urged lightly as the eldest wiped his eyes with his free hand, sniffling as he looked at the ground, “I-It’s nothing…forget i-it.” 

“Lee…” The taller turtle urged on. 

“F-Forget it…please...” The eldest silently begged, wincing at how fragile and weak his voice sounded, “J-Just forget it.” 

“I can’t 'forget' about something when it’s obviously bothering you…” Donatello smiled gently as he sat next to his brother on the bed, wrapping him in a loose side hug that left the smaller turtle to accept or deny…

…Which he very much accepted.

Leonardo rested his head on the other’s shoulder, squeezing his little brother closer to him like a lifeline.

“I just…” The sapphire eyed teenager sucked in a breath, blinking back tears as he buried his face into Donnie’s shoulder, “…I-I just worry so…much about you and Raph’s and Mikey’s and April’s and Casey’s safety and I…I just can’t!”He exclaimed, overall sadness and shame overcoming and overwhelming him immensely. 

“Why…W-Why do I keep worrying about things that can’t be changed no matter what I do?!” The older mumbled, finding it quite humiliating how…brittle his voice was now.

But let’s be honest…it always did sound like that. 

He was supposed to be calm. 

He was supposed to be collected.

He was supposed to be calm and collected. 

…Not…whatever this was.

“I was worried about going out on today’s mission and look what f-fuhucking happened!!!” The sapphire eyed teen laughed bitterly, hugging himself as if his own comfort was the only comfort he felt like he deserved at the moment, “We got ambushed by The fucking Foot…” He grumbled, glaring hatefully at the floor.

“I-I just want you all to be o-okay.” The leader in blue choked out, “I hate seeing you all hurt and only being able to do something about it after the event that caused said hurt has passed…”

The smaller mutant sniffled, wiping his face with his palm, “…Eheven then I can’t do much.”

“I-I j-just…” Leonardo stuttered, “I-I just w-want you all to be o-okay…” 

And just like that…the berating silence visited once again, making Donnie stiffen almost like a stone hard wall as he looked at the other turtle’s completely downtrodden expression. 

The taller teen reached to gently hold the other’s hand, and his eyes only softened more when his elder brother moved his hand out of his reach quickly and quietly. 

The russet eyed mutant fidgeted with his fingers anxiously, “Leo…listen to me, please—”

“No…N-No, stop.” The sapphire eyed mutant said almost immediately, desperately trying to build back up the wall he built between him and his brother…

…Except this time instead of building this wall with cement…he built it without anything to support the bricks at all. 

“It…I-It doesn’t matter, okay?” Leonardo sniffled, wiping his eyes desperately with one hand and digging his hand into his thigh. The taller teenager sighed sadly, scooting closer to his brother and holding his hand, squeezing it gently and reassuringly, “Yes…it does.” The younger said with a stern tone; not an angry one…just stern. 

“I don’t want you to disregard your feelings, okay? This matters. Your feelings matter, Lee…” The taller said as he just now realized he still had the gloves he put on earlier on.

The second youngest of the mutant family quickly went to take off the disposable gloves and put them into the trash, going back to the bed and sitting next to Leonardo, interlocking his fingers with his.

And, man…

Leo’s hands were really ashy. Like…chalk ashy. 

…Eugh. 

Maaaaybe having those gloves on wasn’t such a bad idea…

The russet eyed mutant locked eyes with the smaller, making sure the other knew he meant every word he was saying, “This is about you right now, okay…?” 

The blue banded teen stiffened slightly at the other’s sudden firm voice, looking down at his own knees as he rubbed his thigh with his free hand anxiously. 

Donnie’s eyes softened once more for, like, the fourth time this hour at the eldest’s anxious demeanor, going into his pouch and giving his brother a stress ball, which the blue banded turtle gladly took. 

The second youngest sighed, “I-I’m not angry at you, okay?”

The other looked at the taller doubtfully.

“Don’t look at me like that!!!” The russet eyed teenager huffed, “I might be frustrated that you’re pushing down your feelings in order to 'protect mine'…but I would never be mad at you.” He emphasized, “Never.” 

But then, the purple banded teen then jokingly hummed in thought, lightly rubbing his brother’s knuckles with his fingers, “Well…there was that one time you swapped the house sprinkles and replaced them with salt for my ice cream…I was mad at you for that.” 

And thank God Leo cracked a small smile; rolling his eyes and giggling slightly at the random comment, “Okahay thahat was an accident…” 

“You put food coloring on the salt! 'Accident' my ass.” 

The eldest just laughed harder at the memory, “Yohour fahahault fohor falling fohor ihit…” 

The second youngest sighed dramatically, “Gaslighting the victim at its finest, I see.” 

The purple banded turtle then lightly bumped his brother’s shoulder, squeezing his hand one last time, “I do need you to know, though…it gets better, Leo…okay?” Donnie said with..so much love and compassion and just utmost respect for his older brother.

“…Does it…?” The sapphire eyed teen murmured.

“It does.” The other assured, “I-I know it doesn’t feel like it right now…but it does.” He said, examining his brother’s readable but yet unreadable expression, “…You don’t believe me…”

“And why should I?” The other quietly and carefully asked. 

“…Would I ever lie to you?”

“…No.” Leo concluded as he sniffled, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder as the taller mutant chuckled, “And I’m just gonna be blunt here…you’re a worrywart.” Donnie snickered. 

“Hey!!” The young leader huffed. 

“And you worry and stress about a lot of things.” The young genius exclaimed, “And that’s okay. But what’s not okay is you disregarding those feelings.”

“You’re our big brother for Christ sake! I would lowkey be kinda worried if you didn’t worry about us.” Donatello laughed, “But you have to trust that we’ll be okay in the end. We have each other…and personally? That’s all I really need…” 

Leonardo’s eyes shined slightly, burying his face in his brother’s upper plastron, “L-Love you…” 

“I love you too, shortie.” Donnie smiled softly as he gently squeezed the other against him before letting go and getting up to put the rest of the medical kit things away. 

“So…how do I look Doc McStuffins?” The leader in blue grinned cheekily as he wiped away his excess tears. 

The younger rolled his eyes fondly, “Okay, well first of all: fuck you. And second, your okay. Just a couple scratches…nothing major.” Donnie said as he disposed the rest of the dirty cloths and disinfectant wipes in the trash.

“But if I see you training at all for the next two weeks I will personally burn your entire Space Heroes action figure collection.” Donatello huffed. 

Leonardo’s eyes widened, “…You wouldn’t.” 

Donatello raised a brow, smirking, “Wanna bet?” 

The eldest sighed in defeat, looking down at the ground and pouting slightly, “No…” 

Donatello chuckled at the other’s demeanor, going in front of him and holding his hands gently, “But you have to promise me something.” 

“Hm?”

“Talk to someone if you feel shitty about yourself or something!” The purple banded turtle huffed, flicking his brother’s forehead, “You know better than anyone else here that bottling up feelings just ends up badly.” 

“And put some damn lotion on. Your hands are ashy as hell.” The russet eyed teenager said, holding back a snort as his older brother stammered over his words at the random order. 

“Wohoah wooooah, pause pause pause!” The blue banded turtle giggled, waving his hands, “I thought we were having a moment!” 

“We were!” The russet eyed mutant laughed, “I just need you to put some cream on. It’s bothering me!” 

“Everything bothers you…” The leader in blue grumbled under his breath, getting up from the bed and getting lotion which was on one of the desk tables. “Better?” The older said sassily as he put the cream on, raising an eye ridge to the taller teenager who just snickered in amusement by his sassiness. 

“Much better, ash baby.” The taller chuckled, sitting down on the bed as the smaller followed. 

“So…what now?” The sapphire eyed teen hummed. 

“Well, I dunno if you heard but Raph and Mikey wanted to watch Toy Story 3…” Donnie said. 

“Of course they did…” Leo laughed fondly, “And here I thought I cried enough today…”

“…You sure you’re okay, though…?” The other asked. 

“I mean, yeah…” The sapphire eyed mutant shrugged, “I just wish I knew what to do when stuff like this happens…”

“…Like Dad did?” Donnie mumbled. 

“Like Dad did.” Leo nodded, sharing a small smile of remembrance with the younger. 

Donatello nodded, getting up for a quick second as he took off his mask and washed his hands in the Med-bay sink. The eldest quickly and quietly followed, washing his hands as well before drying them.

And…remember the silence?

The shell crushing berating silence that he couldn’t stand for more than 0.1 seconds…?

…Well, it was gone now…

But it was replaced with comfort. And quite personally that was way better than just straight up awkwardness… 

Leonardo put on a comfy hoodie as his sibling did the same, the both of them ready for the movie night about to unfold but…not quite ready.

If that made sense. 

“Awkward sibling hug?” The russet eyed teen said as he stretched his arms out, causing his sibling to chuckle, rolling his eyes.

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” The sapphire eyed mutant laughed fondly. “I was making a reference!” Donatello exclaimed as he pouted slightly. “Just come here!” 

The shorter turtle just fondly rolled his eyes once more, embracing his younger brother. Donatello gave the other a comforting kiss on the cheek, causing the blue cladded teenager to stifle a small giggle. 

“JESUS! Dohon!” The older one shouted, hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder before letting out a small snort, “Noho Dohon whyhy…?” 

“Because I love you? Duh.” The other laughed, holding his sibling against his plastron tighter as his free hand danced around the leader’s sides. 

“Ihi knohow thahat!” Leo squealed, “Yohou don’t need to fuhucking kihihiss me to show IHIHAT! SNRT NONOHOH WAHAIT!!” He cried as his brother pinched up and down his ribs like a harp. “IHI CAHAN’T!!”

“IIIiIIiI cAaAaaan’t..” The young genius teased. 

The leader’s face turned the lightest of pink, shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed, “DOHON’T MIHIHIMICK SNRT MEEHEE!” He demanded. 

“Been there, done that.” The other shrugged casually, giving small kisses in the crook of the smaller’s neck, causing the smaller in question giggle’s to raise a million octaves. 

“EHEHEHEW!!!” Leonardo complained through cackles, “SCREHEHEW AHAFF!!”

“Notice how you’re still in the hug though.” Donnie commented, stopping and giving the other a quick squeeze before letting him go.

“Shuhut snrt up…” The sapphire eyed mutant huffed, almost jumping out of his shell as the second youngest poked him one more time before opening his phone notifications. 

Text from 'RAPH-A-HELL', 2 minutes ago:

'WHAT IS TAKING YOU GUYS SO DAMN SO LONG DID LEO LOSE A LIMB OR SOME SHIT???!!??}{{>'

Donnie sighed as he texted his older brother back, sighing louder as his other older brother peered over his shoulder to see who he was texting. 

Nosy ass…

'We’ll be right there, Raphie 😗'

'YOU SAID THAT AN HUPOUR AD FITENN MINUTES AGO 😡😡😡😡😡🥺'

'*😡!!!!'

Leo quickly snatched the phone from Donnie’s grip, quickly typing something before handing it back. 

'Yeah yeah Mr. Cranky we’re coming 🤡🤡🤡🤡👺👺👺🤑🤑🤠👹👿😈👾💩👻'

Donnie held back a snicker as he looked at the text, putting his phone in his pocket as Leo grinned in satisfaction. “Lemme guess…” Leonardo hummed, “He left us on read.”

“Can you blame him? Those emojis you put looks like they came straight from hell…” The taller remarked as they walked out of the Med-bay, heading to the living room.

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.

-----

"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!"

Day 15- "Are You Ticklish?"

This is a 2012 fic! No spoilers 😁

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Leo

TW!: None!

"Really. This movie.. again?"

"What do you mean, again? Leo, I'll have you know that we have only watched it twice, and both times changed my life forever. It's way more touching than a movie about some ducks."

"Oh, don't even. DuckTales has an incredible plot!"

Donnie gave his brother a side-eye, stretching his legs out a bit more. They were draped across the other, the lanky turtle taking up the majority of the space on the couch. The two had decided to watch a movie while the rest of their family was asleep, both having trouble actually sleeping the past few days.

Leo sighed, removing his hand from where it lay on the younger's leg as he readjusted. "I guess we can watch Stand By Me.. if you agree not to start sobbing like last time.." Donnie scoffed, but there was a sassy smile on his face. "You can't control my emotions."

"Whatever, at least just try."

The scientist didn't answer, but picked up the remote and clicked on the movie. Opening credits played, and Leo's hand subconsciously went back to his brother's calf, absentmindedly beginning to trace. At first, everything seemed to be relaxed, Donnie even closing his eyes as he let out a small hum. Reaching the hack of his leg, the eldest didn't pay any mind to the twitch underneath his fingers at first, but he eventually looked to the other's face, only to see a prominent smile pressed on it.

"Don, you alright? I'm pretty sure this movie wasn't meant to be funny.."

The taller only shook his head, forcing the curve of his lips down. Everything was fine again, until that finger traced a little too close to his ankle, and his foot jolted away. Darn it.

Leo paused, visible confusion on his face. He slowly went back to tracing, creeping gently towards the spot that had caused the reaction, staring intently at his brother's face. When he reached that same spot again, Donnie's mouth twisted, and he pressed his eyes shut.

Oh..

Leo smirked a little at the realization, and went back to running his finger along his sibling's leg. Donnie let out a quiet sigh. "Something up?" The purple-themed turtle shook his head, cursing the falter in his voice. "Nah, I'm fi-ne.." Leo hummed, and pretended to watch the movie as the opening scene ended, actually waiting for his brother to drop his guard enough to surprise him.

It took almost ten minutes, but eventually the gap-toothed teen had seemed to be relaxed, face resting in the crook of his arm as he stared at the tv. After another glance, Leo decided it was his time to strike. He did feel a little bad disturbing him, but hey. He was the one who picked the movie, so he'd just have to deal with a little annoyance.

His finger had been slowed to a little crawl, and he kept far away from the lower end of his leg. Donnie didn't seem to suspect anything, and was pretty locked-in on the screen. The elder kept tracing with that same hand, using the other to ever so slowly stretch over to the younger's foot. After a couple seconds, he stopped tracing, watching as his brother's gaze suddenly changed, as if he sensed something was off.

The purple mutant went to glance at his brother, going rigid when he saw him smiling sweetly back at him, fingers hovering over his feet. "W-What? Wahait, Leo, yohou don't need to-" anticipatory giggled slid from his mouth, pulling his legs away, only for them to be tugged back into place and held down. "You're right. I don't need to do this. But where's the fun in that?"

Donnie screeched when he started scratching at the bottoms of his feet, arching away and kicking. "PFTAhaha! SNRT- Ohoh come oHON! SNRT-"

Leo's smirk widened, scratching fingers moving to his brother's heel. "Snorting already? I didn't even know you were ticklish here.." One of the younger's legs launched out of the other's grasp, just barely missing his face. When he realized he wouldn't be able to pin his legs down again, Leo jolted up, sat on his hips, and instead went to tickle his belly.

Donnie screamed, arms slapping aggressively against the elder's plastron at the change of pace. "HAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAH- SNRT- LEO, QUIHIT IHIT!" The blue-themed turtle smiled, tazing Donnie's sides, watching as he happily shrieked.

"Someone looks like their having a good time. It that true, Don? You like this?"

The taller mutant squeezed his eyes shut, cackling so much he couldn't think straight. His head began to retreat into his shell, arms and legs thrashing about, but he was no match for the leader of the team. "HAHAHAH! NOHO, IHIHI- SNRT- EHEEHEEH! STAHAP!"

Seeing his little brother start to get overwhelmed, Leo slowed his fingers, going to pat his shoulder as he calmed down. When the sensation stopped, and Don could breathe again, he pulled his head back out from where it was hiding, laying it back as he sighed. "Ihihi.. Jeeheez, what did Ihi even doho?"

The elder shook his head, getting off of his sibling and plopping back down in his spot. "Nothing. Just felt like doing something." He looked at the screen, which was.. not at the place he last remembered. Right.. they were watching a movie. "Did you want to.. keep watching from here?"

Donnie looked up at the tv, giggling a little at how much they had missed. "Pfft- Nahah, let's just restart it." The scientist looked around, feeling at the cushions. "Whehere's.. the remote?"

Leo glanced around, then at the ground. "You must have shoved it somewhere when you were seizing. Ihi'll help you look.."

The rest of the night was more lighthearted, the two passing jokes and talking. That is.. until Donnie started crying.

"Don, you promised!"

"I- sniff- did no such thing!"

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!"

lee bebop ler rocksteady 2012 if ur comfortable :)?

Tickletober Day 10- Spidering

This is a 2012 fic! Also, there are spoilers for season 3, so be aware in case you haven't gotten that far!

Lee: Bebop

Ler: Rocksteady

TW!: None!

Trying my best with the dialogue here, because man they talk in a unique way.

Shredder's lair wasn't a fun place to be in. Any, and all of his henchmen were forced to work for him with immense loyalty, as punishment was always severe if one lacked those traits.

Although they managed to scrape by without getting their heads cut off, Bebop and Rocksteady were the most frequent ones to face the wrath of their master.

There had been a meeting called for that exact reason, Tiger Claw giving everyone yet another informative speech about professionality, and how failure will always have unpleasant repercussions. As he droned on about the seriousness of pleasing Master Shredder, Steranko had lost interest, glancing around the room. Eventually, his gaze had been drawn to his comrade, and the small insect crawling across his back.

Though they were no longer in his warehouse, and had more available food, the habit of eating any living thing they could find had stuck. The rhino mutant slowly moved his hand as to not draw the attention of the insect, and swiped at the other's torso. There was a surprised noise, and the whip of the warthog's head to face the larger.

Zeck clenched his jaw, voice high pitched from surprise, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. "Ivan. This is one of those important meeting-thingies. Do. Not. Touch me." Rocksteady gave him a mildly disconcerted look, and tried to follow the roach that had jumped away from his hand.

He found it to be much more difficult to do simple things, such as grabbing small objects, when he had hands twice the size of his previous ones. The mutant continued to grab and prod at different spots along the smaller's body, undisturbed by the hushed shriek emanating from the tech-savvy.

Zeck slapped at the hands that seemed to be attacking him without provocation, stomping his foot as laughter piled up inside his throat. "'Steady, quihihit! SNRT-"

Some of the others that were close-by were giving the pair weird looks, and Tigerclaw cast them a beyond-annoyed glare, but continued with his meeting. Bebop was most definitely aware of the fact that he was being forced to steal everyone's attention, but he also knew he had no hope of stopping a likely seven-foot rhinoceros.

Said mutant was trailing the roach with his remaining eye, trying and failing to grab the arthropod with incredibly low accuracy. He tried catching it again, hand latching onto the other's side. When the warthog practically jumped away from him, he held onto his shoulder, preventing the smaller from wiggling away, and went right back to trying to catch the bug.

At this point, Zeck had a hand slapped over his mouth, pushing desperately at his friend's hands, as he stomped on the ground. As soon as the hand latched onto his hip, he screeched, flailing away. Tigerclaw had stopped speaking, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest looked on awkwardly.

Steranko had finally caught the roach, either unaware, or indifferent to all of the concerned glanced he was receiving, and popped the roach into his mouth. Some cringed at the wet crunch that followed the silence of the room, and Bebop wrapped his arms around himself at his release, putting his head down and trying to quiet himself before he got into even more trouble.

"Anton Zeck. The behavior you and the rest of these imbeciles demonstrate is the exact reason why we are here in the first place, wasting time that could be used to complete orders."

The pig groaned, clearly entirely uninterested in being scolded like a child, and shot Rocksteady a glare. "It's not me you should be talking to, pussy cat.."

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Uhhh I had no idea how to end this one, and am in a bit of a time crunch. I hope you like it anyways, so yeah.

Tickletober Day 9- Wake Up!

This is a 2012 fic!! Aw yeah!

Shouldn't have any spoilers, so we all good here!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph

TW!: SWEARING! A MILDLY STRESSFUL SITUATION! NIGHTMARE! (None of it is described, but it's mentioned to be disturbing. The start of this is a little heavy though, just a heads up.)

Raph wasn't sure how exactly he got to where he was now. One moment, he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, and the next, he was rushing into his baby brother's room.

He didn't know what had happened, but all he knew was that Mikey was in his room, crying, and that something must be wrong.

It turned out that the youngest was asleep, having a nightmare of some kind. The red-themed turtle audibly sighed in relief at seeing him physically safe, but still quickly made his way over to the edge of the bed to see what he could do.

The freckled-turtle whimpered, tears pouring from his eyes as he continuously shifted around. The elder looked on in panic, latching onto the blanketed figure in the dark and shook him. "Hey. Hey, Mikey! Wake up, you're dreaming.."

The younger started mumbling incoherent words, sobbing in his sleep. Raph climbed into the bed, kneeling over his brother as he felt his forehead. When nothing else seemed to be wrong, he tried picking him up under the arms, hoisting the smaller to lay in his lap.

The sai-user cradled the sleeping turtle to his plastron, watching carefully as his brother's tears stopped, but the pleas and murmured whines kept coming. He readjusted his arms so that he could rub Mikey's shell, holding him by the side to support some of his weight. A grimace formed on the younger's face, and something that sounded like a "Raph" came from his mouth.

"Yeah? What is it, Mikes?"

The orange-themed turtle didn't respond, but one of his hands came to hold onto his brother's arm. Raph spoke quietly to the freckled turtle, the vulnerability of the situation hardly crossing his mind. Mikey needed him, and he'd be damned if he didn't do his best to make things better.

Eventually, the youngest's eyes drowsily peeked open, and Raph rubbed his side as a greeting. Mikey pressed himself into his brother, making a groaning noise as his mind replayed what he had gone through not three minutes ago. Soon, his eyes watered again, and the elder comfortingly rubbed his shell, unsure of what else to do.

He hated seeing the freckled-turtle so upset. It really, really fucking sucked to see his usually happy and silly brother reduced to tears. When Mikey sniffled again, Raph grabbed his other side and hoisted him a little higher so that he was partially sitting up.

"Sniff- I don't.. hic- I don't wanna go back.." Raph frowned. "It's alright. 'Ya don't have to. You're safe, it was just'a dream."

Mikey let out another cry, this time quieter, as he shook his head. The lines between reality and his mind were a blur, but plaguing thoughts of his dream were beginning to be replaced by his brother's uncharacteristically gentle hold.

The younger looked up with damp eyes, and Raph squeezed his side in acknowledgement. Mikey lurched forward, squeezing his eyes shut. The elder got an idea, and curled his fingers into his side again.

"Raha- Rahaph! Sniff- Ihihi-" He was cut off by his own laughter, hiding his face in the elder's plastron. "What'sa matter, Mikes? I dunno why you're laughin'."

Mikey only shook his head, his grip on the other loosening as he recovered from his previous fear. The red-themed turtle's hands instead went to scribble around his upper-arms, and Mikey scrunched his face up, quiet giggles forcing their way from his mouth. The side of his underarm was tickled, and the orange-themed turtle's laughter grew. He wiggled slightly, eyes pressed closed, squeaking as the sensation didn't stop.

"Hic- Raph! Plehehease.. hehe Ihit tiHIHIcklehes!" A small smile appeared on the sai-user's face, and he felt more at ease now that he previous tenseness if the situation had faded. The sound of Mikey's laughter gave the room a more relaxed mood, the noise growing louder when one of the elder's hands dug into his neck.

"Plehease, stohop!" Raph could tell his brother meant it, and slowed his hands, going back to hugging him tightly. "Are ya okay?.."

The freckled turtle nodded, leaning the rest of his weight onto the other, his body relaxing once again. "Yeheah.. Thanks Rahaph.." Raph nodded, closing his eyes as well, the turtles slowly drifting back into sleep.

"Anytime, little brother. Anytime."

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! 🎃🌕🪦

Tickletober Day 2- Chase

Getting on my grind with each of these 😤

Lee: Raphael

Ler: Leonardo

TW!: None!

There is a spoiler for season 4, but it's really just a character, and doesn't have to do with any main plot of the show, so read at your own risk of spoilers if you haven't watched that far!

"Aww, c'mere little guy!"

Raph chased his pet turtle Chompy around the lair. Of course, it was to train him! If he would have any chance of survival in the real world, it's necessary to have stamina, strength, and fighting skills!

At least that's what he'd say if any of his brothers asked. Raph loved Chompy like his own son! Heck- he'd even been addressed as such multiple times. Anyways, he was.. training with the little turtle, taking tiny steps, as that was all it really took to keep up, and dropped to the floor, crawling slowly over to the smaller. He snatched Chompy up, holding him above his head and rising to his feet while the baby turtle squeaked happily. "Gotcha! You can't escape from me!"

FWISH..

The sai-user turned around, sensing someone behind him, but all he saw was the empty space of the lair. 'The lair.. empty?'

"AGHK- Wha-?"

Fingers had jabbed into his ribs, and in his surprise, had almost made him drop Chompy. He quickly adjusted to cradle him in his arm, spinning around just in time to see a flash of shadow. "Mikey? I swear to-"

The red-themed turtle was cut off, as his older brother was in front of him all of a sudden, sassily crossing his arms. "You did not think I was Mikey. He's nowhere near as stealthy as me!" Raph rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at seeing the face of his brother.

"Guess you've been lacking, huh, 'fearless leader'."

Leo scoffed. "Whatever. Just thought I'd keep you on your toes. There's a lot of creepy stuff around this time of year, you know.

"Don't be so cheesy, Leo."

"It's not cheesy, its true! I've even heard tell of a.. monster."

"..."

All of a sudden, the katana-user lurched forward, Raph quickly beginning to run to avoid a tackle. He yelped, looking behind him to see his brother wiggling his fingers at him. Nope. Not today.

The younger propelled himself forward, legs pumping as he made a bit of distance. He rushed into the kitchen, looking around for a means of escape. Except.. the kitchen only had one entrance. "Sewer apples.."

The next thing he knew, the eldest had rushed in, giving him just enough time to get to the other side of the table and hold Chompy in front of him like a weapon, as if that would do anything. "Care to know that monster's name?"

Raph shook his head. "No! I don't!" Leo began closing in, forcing his brother into the corner of the counter. Chompy was once again pressed against the chest of the younger as he jumped onto the countertop. "Leave me alone!"

The elder snickered, and closed the gap between them. A hand darted out to the shorter's side. Raph fell on his butt, now awkwardly pressed between the counter and the cabinet above him, holding his pet above his head. "Go away!"

"I guess I'll just tell you the monster's name.."

Raph tried kicking out, pressing against the corner to try and gain some momentum for his thrashing. Leo grabbed one of his legs, shoving it to the side as he pinned Raph's lower half down. "It's.." At this point, the katana-user had hoisted his own leg onto the counter, half straddling his brother.

"The tickle monster!"

The younger bucked violently as his underarms were attacked, one arm going to wrestle with the ones attacking him, while the other had to stay above his head, keeping Chompy safe. "Leheo! Stohop it, I'm gonna drop him!"

Leo only smiled. "Well then, you'd better keep your arm up."

Raph glared through his giggles, trying way too hard to stop laughing. Chompy, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life, eventually being taken from the red-themed turtle's hand, and placed gently next to the fridge, out of kicking range. With less to worry about, Leo wasted no time in shoving his hands back in his sibling's armpits, resulting in an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. "Kch-HAHAH! NohohOHO! IHI swehehEAR!"

"What's wrong? Too ticklish?~"

Leo kept teasing, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he tickled, fingers wiggling as fast as they could under clamped arms.

What neither of them expected, however, was for Raph to suddenly lurch up like Mikey hearing the word 'pizza', and go tumbling onto the floor. Leo had caught his arm, so his head didn't hit the ground, and immediately started cackling. "Rahahaph, noho way!"

The shorter groaned wholeheartedly, out of breath from the dive off the counter, as well as the tickles. "Shuhut ihit."

"Here, lehet me help you uhup.."

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Boy, this one was hard to write for no reason 😭 Whatevs, I'll get better with being able to fluently write for different versions like this.

I'm back from my trip! I am very tired, but when I readjust I'll be online a bit more!

I think the next ask I will be working on is 2012 lee Beebop (wait i think that's how you spell it??) and ler Rocksteady fic. I think it's a really silly and cute idea, so be ready for that ig!

THIS SUPER FREAKING CUTE!! WHAT THE FREAK?!?!

2012 meets 2018

Summary: Mikey through a portal mishap is stuck in the 2012 series. Not a big deal, but he’s noticed that they’re all so serious. Not nearly as huggy and close as him and his brothers. Welp, time to fix that!

_._._

Things were so different here. Which makes sense. Like duh, it was his brothers from another universe. But it was weird. It was weird to see a Leo who spent all his time hidden away in the dojo meditating. Raph who spent all his free time reading comics and judging his brothers. Donnie… well actually Donnie was largely the same as his Donnie, spending a lot of time being the mad scientist he is. This version of himself was always doing his own thing. 

The only times they were together were when they were patrolling or when they were watching tv in the night. But otherwise, everyone was busy doing their own thing. Being serious and nothing like his own touchy feely family.

And of course, he was going to fix this!

Keep reading

if you’re open to it, anything with lee 2012 leo?? thank you :3

YAY! I looove 2012 Leo, and I really hope I was able to do him justice! He is so traumatized, poor child.

THIS IS SET NEAR THE END OF SEASON 4! IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED PAST THAT POINT BE AWARE OF SPOILERS!!

Lee! Leonardo

Ler! Master Splinter

TW!: DEPRESSION, FEELINGS OF WORTHLESSNESS (Dw, things get better! 😘)

'Something is wrong with my boys.'

The sad realization hit Splinter with a harsh blow. His children, as he has noticed, didn't have the same spark in their eyes, the same lighthearted goofiness and child-like immaturity they once had- and hadn't for a while.

This was exceptionally noticable in his eldest son, Leonardo. After countless horrors and freakish battles, Leo's face had turned stony, and his personality dry. His brothers were in a similar state, though the grayness in the leader's face couldn't go unnoticed.

This had become more apparent when he had relocated his stack of 'Space Heroes' DVDs to his bedroom, and hadn't taken them out for weeks. All he did in his free time was train, lecture his brothers, or stare off into space, a dull look of shame in his eyes.

Splinter had noticed this, of course. Something so drastic in their energy was very hard to miss, but he had thought it as a maturity settling over them, rather than a deep numbness hanging over their heads.

Something had to be done.

Later that day, his boys had returned home, all irritable and tired. Leonardo had kept his swords on his back, seemingly preparing for another home invasion or something of the sort. They had all eaten, and were scattered about the lair until it was time to go to sleep.

The katana-wielding teen stayed seated on the couch, as he had for many nights, gazing into the distance instead of going to bed. Unbeknownst to him, however, his father was aware of his poor resting schedule, but had left him to his thoughts, knowing that the things he had seen took time to process.

Tonight, though, the turtle seemed more melancholic, picking at the skin of his finger as he sighed. Yoshi peered from the dojo, sensing the upset radiating off of him, and knew he had to act now, before his son's condition grew worse. He stepped out into the wide space of the common room and cleared his throat as to not startle the younger.

"My son, what troubles you?" It seemed his efforts to be unthreatening were futile, as Leo had nearly jumped out of his shell, scrambling to grab his swords with a yelp. Splinter's expression darkened at this, but he was quick to give reassurance.

"It is alright, Leonardo. You are safe." The turtle's shoulders relaxed, and he voiced his relief. "Oh, it's just you, sensei. I'm fine, don't worry about me." His dad shook his head, making his way over to his son and sitting beside him, ears pressed to his head in concern.

"You have given me reason to worry, I am afraid. You and your brothers seem so disturbed, so I thought I would confront you about it." Well, that sure caught him off guard. Leo shrugged, struggling to hold eye contact as he muttered an explanation. "I'm just tired. We all are."

At the quirked brow of his rat father, his walls crumbled.

Leo sighed. "We've just seen so many things.. Things we can't unsee, unhear, or unlive, for that matter." he shook his head sadly. "It makes things hard, Sensei. Really hard."

Splinter's gaze softened. He should have guessed. His children, very early in their years, had seen more than he had in his entire life. They'd been across the world, the universe, heck- they'd even been to different dimensions and stopped wars. It was no wonder they were so void.

Yoshi's heart ached for his child, and he held his arms out to him, which, after a moment of shock and hesitation, was accepted. The eldest son let out an uneven breath, and closed his eyes, enjoying the physical affection he did not receive very often. "I love you, Leonardo, and I am proud."

That sure got the tears flowing. Next thing he knew, the rat father held his weeping turtle son in his arms, holding back tears himself. He rubbed the young boy's scarred shell, allowing him to express himself after putting on a brave face for his family for so long.

Eventually, the teen's tears ran out, and his tight grip on his father's kimoto loosened. The overburdened turtle wiped his eyes, standing from his spot on the couch, followed closely by Splinter. A worried look crept onto his face again. "Sensei, what if I can't protect them.. What if I'm not good enough..?"

"Hmph." His father cut him off before he could spiral into a 'not good enough' mindset. He thought for a moment, eventually asking a question. "Leonardo. A wise man, who I believe went by the name of Ralph Emerson, once said, "The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.". What do you think he meant by this?"

Leo blinked, and pondered for a moment, repeating the words to himself until he decided on an answer. "Huh. Well, I know a lightning rod is supposed to protect homes from lightning, and.. I guess our spine represents ourselves as an individual, and it supports us.. I- I guess it could mean that we need to face some things on our own.. and be our own protection!"

He looked up hopefully, and was rewarded with an impressed smile. "Very good, Leonardo. So as you have said, there are some things that you cannot rely on others for, and so they are not responsible for you in that time, yes?"

Understanding flooded over Leo, and he bowed. "Hai, Sensei. I get it now. I cannot worry about my brothers all the time, or they will fail to grow and learn on their own."

"Wehell, you certainly can worry about them. What do you think I do most of the day?" Splinter chuckled. "No, but you must not intervene and take control of their lives in a way that jeopardizes their independence."

The leader in blue smiled, performing another respectful, albeit smaller bow, and listened to more of his father's intel. Well, at least it seemed like intel at first.

"One last thing. There is another saying I know of, this one relevant to young leaders such as yourself.." The smaller looked intrigued, not taking notice of the unusually playful glint in Splinter's eyes, and hardly suspecting a thing when he knelt down to his level to speak. He did however, find himself concerned with the fact that in a blink of an eye, he had been flipped over and lied back down on the couch, his legs under the weight of a 6-foot mutant rat.

Seeing his son so unhappy over the past few months, mental health at a clear decline, had concerned Splinter greatly. He was so used to the bright smiles he wore, and his efforts to be a great leader, though it became more apparent that the latter was overtaking his mind, and he planned to stop that constant strive to be perfect, at least for a little while. "Laughter cures all."

Before the turtle could gasp out a question as to why this was happening, or better yet, what was happening, sharp claws were gently dragging down his plastron. Leo squealed, practically convulsing as soon as the fingers made contact.

"GAHahaha! S-Sensehei, whahahat?-" Leo was in shock. His father, who had so scarcely given approval, or physical affection, had not only hugged him, but had him pinned underneath himself and was tickling him.

It didn't matter whether he processed it or not, as Splinter had dug under his arms, leaving him to screech in mirth, gravelly voice straining with giggles. His father only smirked at him, glad to hear laughter coming from someone who needed it so much.

As young children, the turtles had played various games, chase being one of the most common, and discovered the concept of being 'ticklish' when their father had caught them, picking each up respectively and squeezing their sides a few times before carrying on with the game. After that, they went on a craze, chasing each other around and exploring tickle spots, an activity that carried on throughout the years.

Splinter had found it adorable, watching with a soft look on his face as his children tussled, and was glad to see that over time they hadn't grown out of such a lighthearted thing. It became rarer, yes, but they had something to do that showed they were still just kids, despite their mutated bodies and home in the sewers.

Over the years, as Splinter had noticed, it became obvious that the oldest son was the most sensitive, to which his brothers took great joy in exploiting. A poke to the side was enough to get him giggling, and Yoshi had had to take precautions to ensure that this wasn't used against him during training after losing five times in a row because of it.

A loud snort from the teen pulled him out of his thoughts, a growing pink tinge on his face clashing greatly with his green complexion. Splinter chuckled, using one hand to scribble into his son's neck, clawed fingers proving to be an advantage when he quickly tried to duck his head down, then throwing it back in loud giggles when the back of his neck was targeted.

"My son, I don't believe there is anything funny here. I ask that you explain what you are laughing about." Leo tried to reach up to grab onto his father's wrist, but a taze to his ribs left both of his arms uselessly pressed against his torso, trying to wrap them around himself to protect his more ticklish spots.

His ankles dug into the cushions beneath them, unable to squirm away from the offending fingers as they slid past his defenses, scratching along his belly. "Sehehensei, I- EEK! IHI CAhahan't!"

Splinter smiled fondly down at his child, taking notice in how little he actually tried to stop him, clearly needing to get out of his head for a while. Leo jolted up for a moment, curling over his father's hands before tearing his arms away from himself, opting to grip at the pillows of the couch. He tossed his head to the side, lost in giggles.

Yoshi raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused at how he opened himself up. He scribbled over the expanse of his plastron, resulting in louder and more frantic giggles. "Oh? Leonardo, are you trying to tell me something?" He tapped at the exposed cartilage of the turtle's sides, having to pause for a moment before continuing, as the boy screeched, flinching away in reflex, before falling into cackles.

"NAHAHAHAH! FAHATHER- AHA! PLEHEASE, IHI-" Words were failing him, barely able to articulate anything before being interrupted by his own snorting. Not that he was trying to protest, or anything. In reality, he was having the time of his life, forgetting his troubles and getting the chance to laugh.

Sure, the gentle tickling was driving him up the wall, but he was enjoying himself. Still, after a couple minutes, his eyes began to droop, still quietly giggling to himself. Splinter took notice of this, and gave him one last squeeze to the sides, before picking the worn out teen up, cradling him as he had many years ago, and brought him to his room.

After gently settling him onto his bed, Yoshi covered the nearly-passed out form with his blanket, and softly held his shoulder. "You are a wonderful leader, and your brothers and I love you."

His consciousness slipping away, Leo responded in a quiet tone. "Thanks.. Father. Love 'ya guys too.." And with that, he fell asleep, a warm smile on his tired face.

Yippee, the sillies! 💙 💙 💙 This is longer than I thought it would be, but I'm not mad! Thank you all for your support, and I hope you enjoyed!

bouta give you guy a little sneaky-peaky of a fic that I will hopefully finish by Friday 🥇🥇🥇

I'll put it under the cut for a reason I am yet to name. (Writing Splinter has got my words all philosophical)

Leo smiled, and performed another respectful, albeit smaller, bow, and listened to more of his father's intel. Well, at least it seemed like intel at first.

"One more thing. There is another saying I know, this one relevant to young leaders such as yourself.." The smaller looked intrigued, not taking notice of the unusually playful glint in Splinter's eyes, and hardly suspected a thing when he knelt down to his level to speak. He did however, find himself concerned with the fact that in a blink of an eye, he had been flipped over, and lied back down on the couch, his legs under the weight of a 6-foot rat mutant.

Could we maybe hear ur 2012!April n Casey tickle hcs?

Of course you can!!!

(Sadly, because of how April was depicted in the show with her relationship with Donnie and Casey, she isn't my favorite, but I really liked the relationships she had with the rest of the brothers. She seemed really sweet and I wish we got to see more of that.)

Alr let's goo

April and Casey tickle hcs!:

TW!: None I believe

April:

Lee

I feel like she isn't suuper ticklish, but there are definitely some spots that get her going

These spots include her neck, sides, belly, underarms, and feet.

Worst spots are belly and underarms- catch her off guard and she'll squeal

It took a while for the turtles to warm up to being touchy-feely with her, but her most common lers are Mikey and Casey, though Leo and Donnie get her sometimes.

Mikey is glad that she goofs around with him on occasion, and Casey does it to tease her or get her to relax and take a break from schoolwork.

Leo, after becoming closer friends with her, began having tickle fights with her to calm down after a stressful day, and Donnie tickles her as a bonding method.

Her laugh is mainly giggles, though it can be louder. She also squeals a lot.

Doesn't tend to get flustered very easily

Tends to grab onto her lers hands, and twists

Will kick whoever is tickling her, but apologizes afterwards (unless they're being really annoying)

Ler

She loves tickling her friends, and sees it as a fun activity and a great way to make them happy.

Tickles Donnie and Mikey the most

She and Mikey team up sometimes, and do their best to sneak up on each of the group members

Isn't a necessarily gentle ler, especially if provoked, and should not be underestimated, though there are instances where she will be more careful

Favorite spot to tickle is the sides

Loves practicing her stealth skills through tickling

Builds up anticipation, slowly inching her hands closer to tickle spots, teasing, etc.

Tickling style is usually quick pokes and squeezes, though on gentler days it's scribbling and prodding

She also teams up with Raph if someone is being annoying, or upset

With Casey, She tickles him to get him to focus, or to stop bothering her

After training with Master Splinter, she was given a few weapons, including a pair of shuko, which Mikey taught her how to use for tickling

Aftercare is always a hug and a compliment

I see her as a switch-leaning ler

Casey:

Lee

I feel like this kid is almost as ticklish as he is stubborn, which is saying something

Is basically ticklish everywhere, but his worst spots would have to be his underarms, ribs, and knees

If he knows tickling is coming, he can stop his reaction almost entirely, so catching him off guard is key

Once he starts laughing, however, he can't stop, so after the initial reaction, he's lost.

Has very loud laughter, a mix of cackles and shrieks

That is, unless his neck is targeted.

When it comes to his neck, Casey will scrunch up and giggle, barely fighting back

He absolutely gets bullied for this, but he can't help it.

Most common lers are Mikey and Raph, but Donnie and April are close runner-ups

He actually has an impressive amount of stamina, which he uses to his advantage

Flails around like nobody's business, punching and kicking as much as he can

Will absolutely provoke people into tickling him

Doesn't mind being tickled, though he would never admit it

Ler

Ohh boy.

This man is a tickle MONSTER.

Casey uses tickles all the time

Will continuously poke at everyone constantly

No one is safe

That being said, he tickles everyone pretty evenly, though it's most likely to see him getting Raph or Donnie

Tickle fights with Raph are extremely common

Is a very experienced tickler, as he has a little sister, and puts those powers to use

Definitely has a rougher style, and loves using squeezes, scribbles, pokes, and especially raspberries

Will basically jump the turtles when they least expect it and just destroy them, unprovoked

Favorite spot to tickle would be underarms- it gets big, crazy reactions

Will tease, use baby talk, and laugh along with his lee when tickling, and never lets them live it down

Initiates tickle wars sometimes, just for the sillies

In these ways, he will usually form an alliance with one or two of the turtle brothers, though sometimes he goes all "every man for himself"

Aftercare is probably check in, a pat on the back, and/or some water

I see him as a ler-lean switch! 😁

Lee raph spot feet maybe Mikey uses his chains against him

Alright, I'm using this prompt for the poll, so let's do this! I don't think this has any spoilers, so we're all good!

(A/N: I FINISHED IT. I sincerely apologize for the wait, but I hope you enjoy! 😌)

lee! Raph

ler! Mikey

TW!: Some swearing!

The sound of scuffling brothers bounced off the walls of the lair, yelps and war-cries reaching every corner of the sewers as training began. The turtles had been a bit agitated all day, leaving a very annoyed Splinter to send them all to the dojo to blow off some steam.

Per usual, a duo was sent to fight while the others watched until it was another pair's turn, Donnie and Leo going first, the leader of the team winning within a couple minutes, but now it was Raph and Mikey's turn. A cocky smile overtook each turtle's features as the smack-talk began.

"You sure you don't wanna surrender before I knock you out? You'd be saved a couple bruises if you do, you know." the two circled one another, tension creeping into the room. "Hm. I think you underestimate me, Raph. Because, if I remember correctly, I beat you the last time we trained. Yohou didn't see me coming!" cheeky giggles flooded from the freckled turtle's mouth.

Raphael was getting fed up. Suddenly, he lunged at the younger and managed to land a hit to his shoulder with the handle of his sai. Mikey grunted, swinging his nunchucks out, whining as his brother dodged. The red-themed turtle swung his leg at the other's head, following through with another one aimed at the side of his shell.

Donnie and Leo cheered for their siblings, giving each one equal praise when a hit handed. Master Splinter took note of each move, giving guidance when it was needed. "Michelangelo, keep your leg straight. Raphael, do not focus entirely on offense."

"Mikey's lasting longer than usual, maybe he's been training more?" "Not likely. He complains when we go on an easy patrol around the city. He is holding out longer than I expected though, even Sensei seems surprised." Leo whispered back, head whipping from side to side as his little siblings ran across the dojo.

Raphael lowered himself to the ground and spun around, twisting his leg so that he bent his little brother's knee, almost making him lose balance. Mikey landed a few hits with his nunchucks to the sai-user's calf, making him wince before jumping back up.

The two seemed evenly matched for once, but as time passed Mikey started to lose focus. He took a few more kicks before deciding he needed a plan to win. 'Okay, this isn't getting me anywhere. Maybe if I think like Donnie I'll get the upper-hand? Wait, I want to win. Although..' A thought popped into the youngest's head. He wasn't sure if Master Splinter would approve, but it was worth bragging rights, right?

He waited for Raph to aim a kick high up again, gaining distance with a few swings of his nunchucks in the meantime. Soon enough, the older thrusted his leg up, and that's when Mikey struck.

He ducked and backed up slightly, swinging the chain of his nunchuck around the fiery-tempered turtle's ankle, smirking as a shocked noise pushed its way out of his throat. He pulled up, forcing Raph to awkwardly hop forward as to not fall. "Mikey! You can't do that, it's cheating!"

"Well, it's not my fault I found a vantage point!" still, the younger glanced at Master Splinter to make sure what he was doing wasn't actually against one of the super boring, excessively drawn out rules that he didn't have the attention span to listen to. His father didn't say anything, merely nodding in confirmation that he could continue. Mikey smiled, pulling back even more and snickering a bit when his brother struggled to not tumble to the floor.

After a few more moments, the orange-themed turtle raised his free hand, making sure Raphael could see it before wiggling his three fingers at him. He slowly inched towards his foot, and the other turtle's face flushed as he realized what was about to happen. Desperately trying to pull back, the sai-user soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to be able to escape. With that, he made a mental note to absolutely kick this guy's shell into oblivion later. "Mikey! I swear. I am so gonna- KGH!"

The inevitable eventually came, Mikey's wiggling fingers touching down on his brother's foot as a strangled shriek filled the room. The two seated mutants leaned to the side to see what was going on, smirking when they saw the tactic the youngest had come up with.

Raphael swiftly covered his mouth to prevent any more embarrassing noises from escaping. His entire leg jolted and kicked as Mikey kept scribbling away at his foot, making it increasingly more difficult to keep standing upright. His sais dropped to the floor, clattering on the mat. "MIHIkey! Stoho- Ihi'm goHONNA KIHILL YOHou!"

Eventually, the dam burst, a wide smile forcing its way upon the older's face, his shell meeting the ground soon after. Mikey, who at this point was having the time of his life tickling his brother, followed him to the ground and sat on his calf, using his knees to hold the sides of his nunchucks down, effectively pinning Raph's foot down in the process as he scritched along the flat surface.

The elder sibling screeched and flailed in an attempt to launch his brother off of him, but the tickling was sapping his strength away. His free leg was quick to hit into Mikey, trying desperately to stop the fluttering sensation building up.

"Ohhh Raph~! Looks like I'm winning again!" the orange-themed turtle smugly taunted, unfazed by the flailing limbs coming at him. "Maybe you need to practice some mo-"

The youngest was interrupted by a loud cackle, followed by the quiet giggles of his other brothers who were more than entertained at this point, watching their edgy brother being taken down. "ShuHUt yohohour MOHOHOUTH! DAHAMNIHIHIT! STAHAHAHAP!"

Raph threw his head back and desperately tried to squirm away, arching back into the matted floor as fingers scratched at the base of his toes. Mikey, on the other hand, was smiling like a dork, 100% enjoying the usually grouchy turtle laughing his head off.

"What's the magic word?~" Mikey was full of himself, sticking his tongue out in response to a rather rude hand gesture, retaliating with a sharp squeeze to the knee. Raph couldn't handle much more at this point, and though it was beyond embarrassing to admit defeat to the youngest of the family, let alone be found in this situation in the first place, he couldn't breathe very well, and he was too weak to really fight Mikey off anymore.

"MIHIKehehey! I cahaha- I gihive uhup!" the turtle's eye-ridges arched up in surprise. "Hmm? What was that Raphie? I can't quite hear you over your girlie screams!" the elder glared at his obnoxious brother through his laughter, but despite how much he wanted to punch him in the face, he still needed to tap out. Jeez, he was never gonna live this down.

"Ihihi sahaid stoHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA!" the nunchuck-user had began quickly scribbling over the ball of his foot for a few more seconds, before stopping his hands and jumping off his brother to avoid any attacks. As soon as his leg was free, Raph kicked the nunchuck off of him, sending it flying against the wall, and promptly curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees and caught his breath.

"Michelangelo, despite using.. unorthodox methods, is the winner." Master Splinter gave a look to Mikey, who only smiled mischievously. "A turtle's gotta do what a turtle's gotta do!" he shrugged, doing a little victory dance, failing to notice that Raphael had recovered, and was now creeping up behind him, a vengeful glint in his eye.

"I won, I wo- EEK! WAHAIT! RAHAPH I'M SAHARRY-!"

"Oh, but you don't know how sorry you'll be.."

TYSM MOOTIE THIS IS ACTUALLY AMAZING!! DUDE I LOVE IT SO MUCH I'M CHERISHING IT FOR ETERNITY!

~ 𝙶𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚋𝚛𝚘! ~

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

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎…𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝…𝚘𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚎!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟺𝟼𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗…𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕), 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃*𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝙱𝚞𝚑-𝚋𝚢𝚎. 𝙰𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕…)

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜: @tiggleebug @what-youd-expect @veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @titters-and-tingles

@odder-outlet @itzsana-kiddingmenow @kanene-yaaay @turtletimewriting @mysteriouslee

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 😖. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 💞✨‼️

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟸 𝚂𝟸 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽’𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝚃‼️‼️‼️

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜/𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

It was currently 2:00 in the morning. And the only things keeping Donatello Hamato alive at the moment were cans of Red Bull, Dr. Pepper and a slice of pizza. And by ‘slice’, he means the entire box.

Which…the more and more Donnie thought about it, that was a hell of a combination to consume for the rest of the night. Also super duper concerning. But it kept him 101% awake, so he couldn’t really complain all that much.

But why was the young scientist staying up so late you may ask? The second youngest was currently working on the de-mutagen mutagen to un-mutagize Mr. O’Neil (try saying that 10 times fast). The tallest turtle has been engrossed in the project for weeks; his eyes have been stuck to his computer as if someone glued them there.

But…why would Mr. O’Neil need ‘de-mutagen mutagen?’ Well…you, my friend, ask the good questions at the wrong time. You see, Donatello and his brothers kinda…maybe…accidentally…spilled mutagen on April’s Dad…

Accidentally! Accidentally. It wasn’t really as bad as it sounded. I mean, how would you react if you saw your Dad turn into a mutant and start flying all over New York? Pretty cool, right?

…Alright. Maybe it was as bad as it sounded.

Turning April’s Dad into a bat…creature-like…thing wasn’t a part of the plan in all honesty. Which was why the tallest turtle of the four was so stubborn on getting this freaking blob of green slime disgustingness finished.

I mean…it was him and his brother’s fault that the scientist got mutated in the first place. And as well as Donnie knows, that’s April’s only family she has as of right now. And that just makes this whole mutation situation (<- hey that rhymes) even worse.

Donnie knows all too well what it’s like for a family member to go missing out of his control. I mean, have you met him? Or literally anyone in his household? It wasn’t out of the ordinary that they would (or could) get kidnapped, captured, or held hostage from time to time.

I mean, the sky’s blue. The grass is green. They get taken from away each other on a daily basis. Duh.

…Anyways; steering away from that sad but true fact, Donnie’s family was, well, his family at the end of the day. His comfort.

And so to just…take that comfort outlet April once had and not do anything about it seemed…inhuman.

I mean, he wasn’t human…not human in the slightest, really. But you get his point.

Huh. And…speaking of family, if Leo was in the second youngest’s room right now, the young leader would’ve said some statements along the lines of: ‘Donnie! Sit up! Your backs built like a shrimp!’ or ‘Don! Stop typing and sit up straight before your back looks like a crooked tree!’

And in all honesty? He should probably fix his posture. But Leo reminding him every millisecond of the day makes him not want to…

Besides, it’s not like he was using the computer for shits and giggles. He was using it because he needed to use it. Because he had to use it.

I mean, the more and more he thought about it, wasn’t it really his fault in the first place? He was the genius. He was the scientist. He was supposed to know the answer to every. single. problem.

Even if the problem was…well, himself.

But what could he even do at this point??? April cut all contacts with him, Mr. O’Neil could be who knows where, and Donnie just ran out of pizza!

Triple. kill!

Well…perhaps using that kind of phrasing isn’t appropriate at the moment, but your picking up what’s he’s putting down, right?

…oh God, he’s starting to sound like Leo…that’s how tired he was.

The scientist groaned, resting his head on the table and rubbing his arm in irritation.

My gosh did he miss sleep.

Even if he got, like, 3 hours on a daily basis…it was 3 hours of sleep! Which is something he rarely got anymore since everything has happened.

He rubbed his arm a tad bit harder, glaring at his computer screen as if it was the most disgusting thing to ever make way on this planet.

And that’s saying a lot. I mean, have you met Raph?

The purple banded turtle sighed in pure annoyance, tapping his other finger on the desk in a repetitive motion.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

At least this he can do without screwing it up. Like he’s done with absolutely everything.

Donnie tapped faster.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

“You look like absolute sugar honey iced tea, broski.” Donnie jumped at the sudden voice, stumbling out of the spinny chair he was sitting on as he grabbed his bō staff which was planted on the floor. He drawed the staff, only to find his baby brother with his hands slightly up in a surrendering position.

“Oh. Hi, Mikey…” The taller turtle relaxed, dropping his staff in complete exhaustion and sinking into his chair like he wasn’t about to chop the other into pieces.

God, did he want sleep...

“Why are you up so early, Dee? It’s, like, 3 a.m. now…” The youngest turtle asked as he walked over to his older brother, pulling up another spinny chair as he sat next to him.

“Late. Why am I up so late. Morning technically starts after midnight. However, 3 a.m. is way too early to be considered part of the daytime. For most of the world, it is still dark outside at this time. And so, 3 a.m. is considered night.” The purple banded turtle rambled. Mikey blinked in confusion at his brother’s rebuttal, rolling his eyes playfully, “Nerd emoji…”

Donnie didn’t even counter the remark. He wanted to, obviously. Sibling bickering is a thing, y’know.

But he had to finish this cure even if it killed him. And how the way things were going, he would have to be revived 14-15 times in order to complete it.

Mikey looked at his older brother worriedly, seeing how focused and entranced he was on the computer. And usually? That would’ve been an amazing thing. Like Mikey here, Donnie would tend to hyperfixate on certain things and spend hours upon hours researching and de-coding and…

Well, you get the idea.

But ever since April stopped talking to them completely, Donnie’s been so…prone to figuring out a way to cure her Dad.

If there even was one…

And the youngest couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his immediate older brother in a bed. Sleeping. And that made the youngest worry. Worry beyond repair. And if you didn’t already know, he doesn’t do worry. That’s Master Splinter’s job…if you weren’t able to tell by all the grey/gray hairs.

“You're doing the tappy-tap thing; you only do that when you're nervous or stressed about something...” Mikey randomly said out loud.

Well…not entirely randomly.

Anytime the second oldest would do that, he would usually end up moving his hand down to tap onto his thigh, and then the light feeling would be overwhelming for him and so he would start scratching…

It was a domino effect that Mikey really didn’t want to go down if he didn’t have to.

The taller teen looked down at his left hand and…sure enough, yep. He was rubbing and scratching and tapping his arm like some crazy crack addict. He adjusted them so they were in his lap, trying not to fidget with any part of his body but soon started bouncing his right leg. “Sorry…” He mumbled.

“Wha-? No…you don’t need to apologize. I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself, Dee. That’s the only reason why I pointed it out.” Mikey rambled comfortingly, frowning a little bit as he saw Donnie’s face in a scowl. The elder’s hands tapped on the desk again, his nails gripping onto the table as he did so.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Mikey glanced at his brother sadly. He’s never seen Donnie this upset before…and that made Mikey worry. And again, Mikey didn’t do worry.

The blue eyed teen went into his pajama pants pockets and grabbed a rubix cube. He honestly completely forgot he had it in there and just happened to remember in this exact moment, but perhaps it was a good thing he forgot.

Because it was obvious his big brother needed it right now.

Mikey gave the other the cube, which he gladly accepted. The taller turtle frustratingly solved the cube…not because solving the cube was frustrating, but because he was frustrated with himself.

“You…wanna talk about it…?” The youngest asked gently. “No…no not really…” The older said as he looked at his computer blankly, solving the cube.

My gosh he needed sleep. And he knew he said that a couple times already but being tired was starting to get…well, tiring!

And you know what the worst part of all of this was?

He did the best he could.

The best he could muster wasn’t enough but at least he tried. Saving the world every day and night sometimes didn’t always go as planned.

But was that good enough? No. Of course it wasn’t. But at least he tried. He always tries. There hasn’t been one mission he hasn’t at least tried to do his part.

It's just kinda hard when you’re a 5'8 mutant turtle that the whole world is afraid of and yet you save their asses each and every day.

The irony…

And on top of it all, he hasn’t been making a smidge of process.

The mutagen still looks the exact same as it did a week ago. And the week before that. And the weeks and weeks and weeks before that…

“Dee…” Mikey started, looking at his older brother with sad, pleading eyes. “No. Stop. Don’t look at me like that.” Donnie scowled, “I’m not in the mood to be pitied.” Mikey returned the cold stare slightly, crossing his arms loosely, “Well, you should be in the mood to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Like hell you’re not.” The smaller turtle laughed bitterly, although nothing at the matter was truly ‘haha’ funny. More so ‘what the actual fuck— go to bed’ funny. “Your eyebags literally have a whole story arc right now. A plot and everything. You can’t tell me your not even a smidge sleepy.”

“That’s hilarious. It’s almost like I just did.” Donnie spat, glaring at the rubix cube as he continued to solve it.

The freckle faced turtle sighed, “Just…look. Listen to me for a sec, okay?” Donnie solved the cube, putting it on the table as Mikey held his hand.

“I know that your work is important to you. And I know you feel responsible for Mr. O’Neil’s mutation.” He started, squeezing Donnie’s hands comfortingly, which caused the elder’s hands to untense a bit, relaxing in the other’s hold. The smaller turtle smiled at the small but impactful motion.

He started up again, “We all do. But we’re not gonna get any step closer to figuring out the cure if our #1 scientist bro keeps working himself to death...”

“And by the looks of it? You’re 50% there…” The younger said as he let go of the other’s hand, getting a better look at his face. “How would you feel if I stayed up working on this all week? Wouldn’t you be worried?”

“You’re not smart enough for that.” Donnie mumbled, a small smug smile on his face.

Mikey gave his brother a playful punch to the shoulder, rolling his eyes playfully as his older brother laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. The blue eyed teen’s eyes widened in surprise, looking up at him.

“Are those…happy or sad tears…?” Mikey asked. “Probably both.” Donnie snickered, wiping away his tears, “Sorry. You know how emotional I get when I’m tired…”

The smaller teen hummed in acknowledgement, resting his head on the taller teen’s shoulder. “How about this: I’ll stay with you in you’re lab to help you go to sleep.” He offered, a small reassuring smile on his face as he looked up at Donnie once again.

“Okay…but what do I get in return?”

“A good night sleep.” The younger deadpanned.

“Touché…” Donnie hummed, now too tired and too emotionally drained to argue at this point. He yawned, standing up from the chair as the action was soon being followed by the other turtle in the room.

“Do not kick me while we’re lying down, got it?”

“Nooooo promises, bro-bro…”

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“Okay…I feel utterly ridiculous.” Donnie mumbled as he crossed his arms in Mikey’s hold. Since Donnie couldn’t sleep, the youngest thought it would be a great idea to give him a hug just like their Dad did when they were turtle tots. Which, was to basically hug them from behind while the turtle being hugged was lying down slightly.

It helped them sleep on hard nights…and it seemed like Donnie was having a hard night.

“Don’t be. It’s alright.” The youngest smiled reassuringly, giving his brother another tight squeeze. “Dad did it exactly like this! You’ll fall asleep in no time!”

“Well, Dad’s a 6'2 mutant, Mike. You’re 4'6 while I’m 5'7. This hug is nothing but just pure awkwardness...”

“I’m 4'10!” The smaller mutant corrected, obviously offended by the false statement.

“Then I’m 6 feet tall.” Donnie chuckled.

“Okay, Mr. Wise Guy! Do you want this hug or not?!”

The elder chuckled, making no further comments as Mikey hugged him. The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company as the quietness overtook the room.

“I’m…sorry for being such a dick earlier…” Donnie murmured sadly, “I wasn’t being bitchy on purpose…I was just…” He paused, trying to figure out what he was going to say before suddenly losing the train of thought. “Stop thinking so hard. You’re gonna hurt your big brain.” Mikey pouted, poking Donnie in the cheek a couple times.

“And don’t worry about it. I didn’t take it personally. You were really agitated and tired so you had to let your Alpha male come out. No shame in that.”

“Still. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. So I’m sorry.” Donnie simply mumbled, before blinking in confusion a couple of times, “Wait. Did…Did you just call me an…Alpha male?”

“I sure did.” Mikey beamed proudly.

“Ugh…I hate you so freaking much, y'know that?”

“Suuuure you do. I’m the Alpha, I’m the leader, I’m the one to trust…” The youngest started to sing, rocking himself and Donnie side to side as the eldest tried to get out of the hug. “Ihi rehefuse to get comforted by ahan individual thahat knows thahat atrohocity by heart.” He snickered.

“Oh come on! I think I’m a pretty good singer!” The purple banded turtle only rolled his eyes at the comment, scoffing lightly, “Meehee and yohou hahave different definitions ohof thehehe word good…”

“Fine then! I’m a great singer!” Mikey challenged.

“Lihihike hell yohou are, yohohou bihig oaf.”

“I’m shorter than you, Einstein!”

“Doesn’t mehean your nohohot bihig…” Donnie mumbled giggly but smugly.

The youngest glared, jabbing Donnie in the side, causing the russet eyed turtle to shriek loudly in surprise. Mikey giggled, poking Donnie in the sides repeatedly. “The Boo scream from Monster’s Inc goes crazy, bro.”

“M—Mihihichael!”

“That’s my name~! What’s up? You need something?” The orange banded turtle asked teasingly, peering down at his brother who was now squirming uncontrollably.

“No? Well okay then…” The youngest mused as he continued to wreck his brother. “W—Wahait! Wahait! Ihihi’m gohonna wahahake eheveryone uhuhup!” Donnie squealed, leaning against his little brother’s chest as he squirmed in the hold.

“Then stop laughing then.” The younger one huffed, smiling even more as Donnie’s blush increased in volume and size. “Buhut you’re tihihickling me!”

“I think that sounds like a you problem, dear brother of mine. Maybe you should try being less ticklish and it wouldn’t happen to you!”

Donnie’s giggles became more frantic, turning his face to hide in Mikey’s side. The younger smiled at the shy gesture, ceasing his tickling for a moment.

“I promise I’ll stop when you want me to, okay?” Mikey said with a soft smile on his face; which, was nice and all but at the same time why did he have to be so nice about it???

Donnie nodded embarrassed, preparing himself physically and mentally. “Oh! And thanks for opening this spot for me, Dee.” The smaller mutant giggled as he scribbled his fingers against the crook of Donnie’s neck, which made the taller turtle flail around and try to hit him. “Hehey! Hey! That's not very nice!”

He pulled one of Donnie’s arms up and wiggled his fingers directly in his underarm. “NAHA— *hic* NOHOH!” The older cackled as he desperately tried to pull his arm back down as he hid his face deeper in Mikey’s side. The blue eyed mutant awed teasingly at the sight, chuckling to himself as his big brother laughed his heart out.

“NAHAT *hic* THEHERE! PLEHEASE!” 

“Nahat thehere?” Mikey faked gasped, “What about…right here~?” He giggled, squeezing right above the other turtle’s hip bone. Donnie kicked and squirmed as more hiccups followed.

“Awh…is my big brother tickwish~?” Mikey said as he buried his face into the crook of Donnie’s neck, giggling as the older’s cackles began to increase in volume at the teases. “ShuhuHUT yohOUR’E *hic* TRAHAP!” The purple banded turtle shrieked, trying to push at his baby brother’s face to try and stop him.  

“You’re hiccups are adorable, big bro~!” Mikey cooed, now noticing how red Donnie’s face have gotten due to all the laughing and teasing. Mikey stopped tickling Donnie but his face still remained in the crook of his neck, smiling at the giggly mess he made of his older brother. Donnie glared while laughing, pushing on his baby brother’s face.

“StaHAP!!! Stohop…”

“I’m not even doing anything!” The other laughed as he hugged Donnie, rocking him back and forth again.

“Lihiterallty dihihie…” Donnie giggly grumbled, trying to wipe off the grin happy smile his brother plasteed on his face. “Yohohou’re. the. absolute wohorst…” He giggled tiredly, curling in on himself as he swatted his baby brother away from him. 

“Now…do you wanna go to bed or should we…” The orange banded turtle trailed off of his sentence, looking down to his elder brother whom’s eyes started to droop.

“Pff. 'Night, Dee.”

“Mhm…”

Donnie relaxed in Mikey’s hold, which made the younger one’s eyes soften greatly. He pulled out his phone, taking a picture quickly and going into the family’s group chat:

👁💀👺💥Teenagers who are Mutants who are Ninja’s who are also Turtle’s🍕🌝🧫👼

Yo 😼😼😼

Mikey???

What are you doing up so early?

>:3

Ur lucky Don isn’t online here Leo

He would go on a full on RANT abt the ‘late’ and ‘early’ bs

I’m aware…

So what’s up, Mikey? You okay?

Yeah💕💥!!! I’m fine!!!

Just wanted to tell you guys that I’m in Don’s room catching some ax’s ✨✨✨

WJAT??

BAHAH EXCUSE ME

CAN I JOIN

NONO STUPID AUTOCORRXT

Z’S I MEANT Z’S. AS IN SLEEP

S L E E P I N G

LIKE SNOK MIMIMI TYPE STUFF

Jesus…

Mikey. Never do that again.

IT WASNT WVEN MY FAULTT

SO DOES THAT MWAN NO AXES???

SHUT UP, RAPHAEL

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕!!!

Oh grow up, Raph

Yeaaaaah Raaaaaaph, grow up 🙄🙄🙄

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕‼️‼️‼️

Anyway 😾

I came into his room bc he was working on the mutagen thing

Oh…

Poor Don.

He’s been working on that thing for ages

Thanks for doing that, Mikey.

I’m sure he appreciates it.

He better

My shell hurts from supporting his big ass

DAMN

Just go to bed, Mikey— b4 Leo kills the both of us

Love ya bro

See u when u and Don wake up

Love you guys too 💝💘💖💗💓

Mikey smiled as he turned off his phone, putting it on Donnie’s nightstand as he relaxed against the bed frame. He rubbed his brother’s shell comfortingly, humming a small tune softly.

“Hey, Mike?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for this. I…didn’t know how much I needed it…thank you. I love you.”

Mikey smiled brightly, squeezing Donnie a tad bit tigther, “Love you too, Don. Now go to sleep before you become more wrinkly than you already are.”

“Oh, fuck you…” Donnie chuckled, drifting off to sleep along with his little brother.

Things weren’t perfect. I mean, they never will be. They never would be.

But being apart of a team means your never alone.

And being apart of a family means you’re never alone.

And as long as Donnie had his…he’d be quite alright.

He can finish the mutagen later…as of right now, he needed to go the fuck. to. bed.

And thanks to Mikey, he can finally do that.

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TMNT 2012 Headcannons Because I Can't Function Well Enough to Make a Fic

yeah I'm sorry for not being able to write super well rn,,, but I'll make headcannons to make up for it!

TMNT 2012 HCS! (Slight spoilers! Don't read if you haven't finished season 4!)

TW!: Some Swearing! (my bad)

why does he look like that- /j

Leo

Lee:

I feel like he's decently ticklish but hides it most of the time because of his "I want to look super professional and ninja-y" persona, but there are times when he can't help it.

Worst spot is probably his sides (I've seen this around and it just suits him)

Second worst is likely tied between his feet and underarms

After the battle with Shredder and his vocal cords were trashed, his laugh is much more raspy and doesn't get very loud. Shrieky giggles at most.

Hasn't effected his sensitivity though.

Will squirm like his life depends on it, but generally is sapped of his strength after a few seconds.

Splinter would tickle them as tots, but as they got older it became less and less common.

However, when Leo became more edgy and stoic, his dad came around to make sure he kept smiling.

Gets tickled the most by Splinter and Raph

If asked, won't downright admit to being ticklish, but definitely won't deny it if it's with someone he's comfortable with.

Karai had to do some serious coaxing to get him to let her, but after that she continuously pokes at him to catch him off guard, sometimes even full on tickling him until he can't remember his own name.

All ideas for attack and protection go out the window as soon as he's tickled

Just flops around a bunch

Can't take multiple lers at a time unless it's light tickling- he almost instantly crumbles

Gets really flustered hearing "the t-word"

He'll blush and stutter, looking all taken-aback

Will literally always get his ler back

Unless it's Splinter, he only tried that once as a tot- never again.

Ler

Big brother privileges galore

If Leo's in a good mood, he'll take any and every opportunity he can to wreck his siblings

Tickles all of his brothers equally, but it's really just a matter of who needs it the most, as well as who happens to fall into his sight.

Likes using cheer-up tickles- and needs to. (These poor children are so traumatized)

Tickles vary between scribbling and poking, to squeezing and wiggling his fingers.

Isn't suuuper ruthless, but his brothers still fear him.

Especially if they've made him mad.

If so, it's game over.

Is also very teasy.

Will avoid saying the word because it flusters him as well, but still makes sure to embarrass his little siblings to no end.

I feel like he'd laugh along with his lee, making notes on the silly faces and noises they make.

The most common reason of being forced to take his wrath is refusing to move from in front of the tv while he watches Space Heroes.

Likely a ler-leaning switch

Donnie

Lee:

Donatello looks like he's super ticklish.

And absolutely is.

Worst spots are underarms, thighs, and general stomach-area, but he's definitely ticklish everywhere

Screeches and flails when tickled no matter how light

Laugh is pretty loud, but his giggles are very light and airy.

Will beg the entire time, but doesn't actually mind being tickled all that much.

There was a time when April found out he was ticklish (she walked in on Mikey wrecking his shit) and joined in.

Let's just say his face had never been as red as it was then.

Is tickled the most for not sleeping for literal days straight, or for freaking out, but there are times when his brothers (+ April and sometimes Casey) just tickle him to mess with him.

If multiple people are tickling him, he just completely loses himself.

Don isn't able to formulate words, his face goes beet red, and will go limp after a while.

If April is tickling him, he is so terrified of accidentally hurting her that he just stops moving- complete bodily shut down.

He still laughs and pleads with her, but refuses to move an inch, barely even pulling him arms down to protect himself. He gets teased about it so much too.

That completely flips if it's his brothers though, slapping and punching and kicking so much that it's the main priority to pin him down, rather than actually tickle him.

Actually cries very easily when being tickled

Gave his fam a big scare the first time it happened

Cannot take teasing.

He will hide in his shell until he either feels safe again or is forced out.

Such forcing is done by giving him raspberries on his shell. (The method was discovered by Mikey, and was passed down to everyone they know)

Ler

I don't see him as much of a ler, but let's give it a shot anyways.

Isn't very teasy per se, but there are lots of little things he does that fluster his lee regardless.

Things like creeping his hands close to a tickle spot before actually getting it, pausing every once in a while, things like that.

Doesn't really say much, and kinda just stares at whoever he's tickling. Especially April.

After everyone started noticing this, he switched to giving compliments sometimes so it was less awkward.

Tickles Mikey and April the most, but it's still pretty rare.

Has pretty light tickles

Spidering, soft scratching, and tracing are his go to.

Has only tickled April a couple of times, but it didn't go on for very long because 1) He got too shy, 2) He didn't want to hurt her, and 3) She turns the tables every time.

In all the times he's tickled people, there was only a time or two that they didn't get him back.

Almost completely a lee.

Raph

Lee:

I'm not sure where his worst spot would be, but for sure has a really ticklish torso and neck. Also Underarms.

I love that he's canonically ticklish- it's just so wonderful.

Gets tickled the most by Mikey (much to his embarrassment), but Leo is a close second, followed by Mona.

His laugh is surprisingly high-pitched, making a prime topic for lighthearted bullying.

Attempts to hide his reactions, and does so fairly well, although there are certain things that absolutely make him crumble.

Fights and fights and fights until he's too tired to move.

Absolutely will not hesitate to knock a tooth loose or beat anyone who tries to tickle him, but there are two instances where he will restrain himself.

One of these instances is when it comes to Mona Lisa.

If she is tickling him, he'll wiggle around, but composes himself enough to not accidentally hurt her.

Both of them know there's no way he'd actually do any substantial damage, but better safe than sorry.

The other instance is if he really pisses Leo off.

This has only happened a couple of times, but it is extremely scary.

Raph pretty much accepts his fate.

There's still a struggle, but there is a significant decrease in the amount of effort he puts in to stop his older brother from tickling him.

Still stubborn af though.

Mikey was the one who found out he was ticklish and has been using it against him ever since, almost always resulting in Raph absolutely getting him.

Ler:

Despite the ler energy I've seen him with, I feel like he doesn't tickle people a whole lot.

Doesn't mean he isn't the scariest ler in the Hamato household.

When the tickle monster that is Raph is unleashed, all of his brothers cower.

Has a much rougher approach to tickling, leaving his lee a breathless mess on the floor

He's also extremely teasy, though it's more so sarcastic comments the entire time.

Running from this turtle is not an option. He can and will catch you every single time.

Donnie has learned this the hard way, very many times.

There's a pretty even balance as to who Raph tickles the most, but the most common to see tickly-interactions with is Casey.

Those two have tickle fights all the time.

Leo has rushed into the lair multiple times because of Casey's unholy screeching.

Tickles people the most for getting on his nerves or to get them to be quiet. (Mikey)

Has tried and failed to tickle Mona, and is still unsure to this day if she isn't ticklish, or just hides her reactions well.

Switch-leaning ler

stopp what is this gif 😳

Mikey

Lee:

Very ticklish boy.

Worst spots are neck, knees, and ribs

His laugh is loud enough to make his ler retract and cover their ears for a moment before continuing.

I think he absolutely loves using tickling as a way to mess with his bros or just have fun.

Is mainly tickled for being obnoxious, but April and Casey will get him more casually, exchanging pokes and squeezes every now and then.

That said, his main lers are April and Casey, followed by Raph.

Squirms around a bit, and tries to hide in his shell half of the time.

Isn't as stubborn as his brothers, but he has his moments.

Is more sensitive to physical teasing, such as wiggling fingers, etc.

Needs some kind of affection after being tickled, such as a hug, head-pats, even just some water will do.

If caught off-gaurd, he may accidentally punch his ler in the face. (It has happened on multiple occasions)

Is generally open to being tickled, but will get a little flustered if asked about it directly.

Ler:

Pesters his brothers All. The. Time.

Loves to sneak up behind them when they're not paying attention and poke them or wiggle his fingers into their side.

Is the only one of the four to incorporate tickling into every day life.

Seriously, he'll sneak it into training to gain the upper hand, (it never works for long but A for effort) cheer-up tickles after a tough mission, even declares tickle fights sometimes!

A very quick tickler, rapidly changing spots and moving his fingers at terrifying speeds.

Gets extremely full of himself when he takes someone down, teasing and laughing galore, though this is usually his downfall.

Tickles Raph and Donnie the most often, Raph just to annoy him, and Donnie to initiate a tickle fight, or to make him relax.

Casey is slightly rarer to see, but that's because he mostly hangs around Raph and Donnie.

Loves playing chase before getting his lee.

Also will tag-team with April to get his nerd brother, secretly being a wingman to up his ego in April's eyes.

Makes goofy noises when tickling people to make them laugh more, and it works a lot of the time.

A full switch

Geez, I apologize for not responding very much, my mental health is seriously kicking my butt, but I'm still holding things together so far! Next on my to-do list is lee 2012 Raph, so I'll see what story I can put together for you all. I hope you all are doing well and have a wonderful day/night!

Lee Mikey 2012? Maybe he’s being annoying and the others get revenge

Sure thing! I'm getting a load of requests right now, but I'll try to write one every day or two!

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Lee! Michelangelo

Ler! Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo

TW! Implied swearing

(this gif is so silly 👆🗣️‼️‼️)

It was another casual day, the turtle teens going about their lives. Leo was meditating, trying his best to figure out another one of Master Splinter's mysterious inquiries; Donnie was examining yet another Kraang machine and Raph was training, beating the crap out of a punching bag.

Everyone was doing something productive- except for Mikey. He hadn't been able to focus all day. Once one thing caught his interest it lost its spark after a couple minutes. Needless to say, he was bored.

The freckled turtle began humming yet another song, but ended up forgetting the rhythm, instead opting to just lay on the ground.

That is, until he got an idea.

Tiptoeing to his brother's room, Mikey snuck through the hallway in an attempt to distract himself. He made it into the room and immediately found what he was looking for: Spike. Raphael had always been protective of his pet tortoise, but because he wasn't in his room, he was free to play with him! Right?

Apparently not, because as soon as he had the reptile cradled in his arms, the fiery turtle bursted into the space, startling the orange-clad. "Mikey, do you mind telling me whaT THE F-" "Raphael. We do not use that language in this household."

An unexpected voice sounded right in Raph's ear. He jumped a little, although he immediately knew from the quiet tone that it was Leonardo. He let out a sigh, before remembering why he was mad in the first place. "Mikey came into my room without my permission! And even worse, he's messing with Spike! What if he hurts him?!"

While saying this, Leo sighed and gently took the said creature from Mikey, earning a little groan of annoyance as he was returned to Raphael. "Whatever. I'm boooored!" "Then just stop being bored." Raph deadpanned, a smug grin creeping up his face as his brothers rolled their eyes.

"Do you think if I scream really really loud, that pizza will start falling from the sky?" Leo and Raph looked in utter confusion and disbelief at who they were almost ashamed to call their brother. Almost. "What? What does that even mean?" both teens chimed in unison. "I dunno. I'm bored."

"Bored, huh?" a new voice approached, Donatello making his way towards the others with something that appeared complicated in hand. "Allow me to enlighten you on this new tech I'm working on. It's actually completely made of m-"

Donnie was cut off, Mikey jumping in the air with newfound energy. "Completely made out of burgers? Milkshakes? PIZZA?" "What? No, you numbskull. Never mind, you're not of the proper intelligence to understand anyways." the purple-masked turtle scoffed, though it didn't deter Mikey from being a pest for the time being.

"Your nerd stuff is boring anyways. I want something fun to do! Surely you could think of something, poindexter?" "Hey! That's rude!" conflict was building between the two, and Leo, unable to deal with yet another headache, had a plan that benefited all of them. Well, except for their ears.

"Alright, alright! That's enough!" the katana user pushed the brothers apart, directing their attention to him instead. "Mikey, if you want something fun to do, I'll give you something fun to do." and with that, Leonardo tackled his brother to the ground, seating himself upon his waist and pinning his flailing arms beneath his knees.

"Hey, not cool bro! What gives?" Mikey strained, attempting to free his arms, but to no avail. "Uh... Leo? What are you doing?" Raphael questioned, crossing his arms in confusion as he stared at the two. "Yeah, you're not gonna hurt him, are you?" the purple chimed in, slightly concerned as the leader of the group didn't usually participate in the whole 'Bullying Mikey shenanigans'.

"No, of course not." Leo waved them off, dismissing the turtles apparent concern. Mikey let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just going to... alleviate his boredom." he wiggled his fingers at Mikey's plastron, causing the youngest to let out a little "Eep!" while the others made the connection. Anticipatory giggles immediately came out of his mouth, evil smirks overcoming Raph and Donnie's faces.

"Youhu can't doho this! Lehet me gohoho!" Raphael stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "No dice, man. You messed with Spike- now I'm gonna mess with you." and with that, fingers were digging into the trapped turtles rib-area, causing a loud shriek to bounce off the walls. Donatello flinched a little at the noise, but made his way over too as he recovered, setting his machinery down.

Leo smiled, glad that his brothers were agreeing on something- even if it was at Mikey's expense. The nunchuck-user was giggling his head off, laughter only intensifying as Donnie came forth and began poking various places on his plastron, taking note of the different reactions he caused.

Leo spidered along his brother's neck, startling slightly when he screeched. "You've been a pest all week. You had this coming." Raphael and Leonardo agreed, easily following the smallest's movements as he wiggled about.

"PleHEHEAse! Ihihi'm sOHORRY!" Mikey continued to evade his brother's hands, though it didn't do much. Legs kicked out as the turtle shut his eyes. When Leo switched to squeezing instead of spidering, his laughter increased tenfold, trying to tilt his head to one side to block the attack, only for the sensation to switch to the other side, the cycle continuing.

Donnie had moved down, experimentally squeezing the freckled-turtle's knee, carefully dodging a kick aimed at his head. Now Mikey was writhing. His knees were a definite bad spot for him, and he could only take so much before he started begging.

"DOHONIHIHIEE! STOHOHOHOP! IHI- I CAHAHAAN'T!" after glancing at his face, Raphael shrugged and dug into his armpits as Donnie let out a "Woop!" in celebration at his discovery. Leo, however didn't want to overdo it, and called them off.

"Okay guys, I don't think he can take much more. We'd better stop." their fingers slowed as Michelangelo gasped for air. The blue-themed turtle climbed off of him, patting his head. Donnie crawled forward to inspect his brother's face to make sure he was okay. Mikey curled in on himself, giggled slipping out every once in a while, but overall seemed okay. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Ihi'm fine. Thahanks Don." and with that, he let out a yawn, rolling onto his side. "Just don't try any funny business in my room again." Raph chimed in, all of the brothers watching as Mikey fell asleep.

"At least we tired him out for a while, huh?"

There we go! Didn't expect that one to be so long but whatevs! I hope you enjoyed more of my obsession-induced turtle chaos. 🤭

Actual Fandom List! (finally)

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

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

The Amazing Digital Circus

Popee the Performer (its a silly show trust)

Five Nights at Freddy's (movie or games)

Over the Garden Wall

Gravity Falls

Characters I won't write for: Bill Cypher

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

Characters I won't write for: Shredder, Krang

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

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

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

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

UPDATES:

Added Sonic to my fandom list!