Every Black girl Is So Pretty

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I miss you

I love you

I care for you

I worry about you

I think about you

I like you

I support you

I protect you

I adore you

I need you

I appreciate you

I understand you

I believe you

HOORAY!

I just got THREE asks in for tmnt!!!

As soon as I have time today I'll be sure to write them!

Much love to you all!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi everyone. I apologize for not being online or writing recently, as I've been extremely burnt out, but I wanted to let you know that I'm going to try doing TickleTober! This would be my first time attempting something like this, and I'm interested to see how much I'd be able to get through.

Now, I have a couple of requests that have been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I feel really bad about that, so I've decided to make each into one of the prompts for October. I will of course still mention the people who requested the idea, and do my best to do as many days as possible.

I wish everyone who is participating luck, and am excited to see what everyone comes up with!

Oh! I am accepting requests, as long as they are part of TickleTober, because I think doing more writing on the side would be overwhelming. Feel free to request some TMNT characters for the event! The versions I am happy to write for are in my pinned post.

Have a great day everyone, and I'll do my best for the spooky season!

This is the idea I had for a fic, I hope you guys like it! Also, I will be getting back to requests now. 😎

(A/N: I had to transition between Leo and Donnie's perspectives multiple times, so hopefully it's clear enough. If not, feel free to ask for clarification!)

Lee: Leo

Ler: Donnie

TW!: A SWEAR WORD! Other than that just silly brothers doing silly things!

TAP.

TAP TAP TAP.

"Wh- Leo, I know that's you. Stop!"

Donnie sighed, shaking his head in annoyance as he picked up his wrench from the ground again. All day, Leo had been using his portals to pester him, making one behind him and doing anything to get his attention, then quickly closing it before he could even turn around.

"Uh, Dee, you okay?" Mikey leaned in the doorway of his lab, the arches of his mask furrowed as he examined his brother. Donnie looked up. "Yes, Angelo. I'm fine. Leo's just bothering me." A quizzical look formed on the younger's face. "I.. thought Leo was in his room..?"

Donnie put his wrench down once more, wiping his hands with a rag on the floor. He had been working on the Turtle Tank, trying to repair part of the engine after an encounter with Meat Sweats. "He is." When Mikey didn't look any less confused, the scientist huffed.

"He's been using his portals to bug me. I don't know what his problem is." The orange themed turtle straightened up at the clarification, and glanced around the lab for any of the portals, though the blue glow was nowhere to be seen for the moment.

"Oh. Want me to go tell him to stop or something?"

"No, that's okay, I can handle him on my own. Even if you did, I don't think he'd pay you much mind."

Mikey shrugged. "Okay then. Anyways, I came in here to tell you I'm gonna start dinner soon. I'll come get you when it's ready!" He chirped and turned to leave after receiving a thumbs up, his older brother rolling back underneath the Turtle Tank and beginning to tinker with it once more.

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A solid hour went by, and Donnie had gone undisturbed, the quiet clanging of metal relaxing him as he let his guard down.

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Eventually, he had finished working on the engine, rubbing his eyes as they struggled to adjust to the light in his room after hours of being under a vehicle in his tech-filled lab.

The softshell stretched his arms out, and grabbed his phone off of its charger, displaying a satisfying 100% as it turned on. Donnie flopped onto his bed and began scrolling, completely forgetting about his twin's shenanigans.

That is, until a familiar light clashed with the soft purple of his room, and a hand slowly crept out of the portal, snatching his phone right out of his hands, making him startle.

"Gah! Leo, are you serious? Give that back!" He wasn't sure if his brother could hear him through the portal, though he supposed he couldn't, as the hand quickly retracted, then reappeared empty as it reached for his head, grabbing at his goggles.

Leo, in his own room, had been feeling antsy without any big missions, and had taken to annoying his favorite purple-themed brother in the whole world. His puns and jokes usually got at least a groan out of him, maybe even a quiet snicker if he was lucky, but recently, his twin had been ignoring them all together, opting to roll his eyes without any fun reactions. So, the sword-wielding teen had decided to up his game.

One thing that was bound to annoy Donnie was poking at him and stealing his things, so naturally, the two had been the center of Leo's attention all day. He had misplaced tools, jabbed his brother's arm, and even set off an alarm once or twice! Sure, he couldn't see his reactions directly, but the frustrated yells from across the lair had been worth it.

When the genius had retreated to his bedroom, the slider couldn't help but bother him some more, successfully grabbing his phone and tossing it onto a pillow on his side of the portal. He could've stopped there, but mischief was calling his name, and so were the multicolored glasses sitting atop his twin's head.

'Oh the AUDACITY of this guy!'

The softshell growled in annoyance, failing to retrieve his precious headwear as Leo's hand merely dodged his attempts. After a few more tries, Donnie had had enough. He grabbed Leo's wrist, snatching his goggles back swiftly before securing the limb in place, tapping at his wrist with his free hand, and summoned two metallic arms from the sides of his artificial shell. The robotic arms clamped onto his twin's, and effectively held it in place as Donnie slipped his hand into the bright portal. He waved it around for a moment, before knocking into the side of the slider's plastron.

Bingo.

He then shot his arm up, and rammed his fingers into where he guessed was the turtle's armpit, and based on the squeal that sounded from a couple rooms over, Donnie knew he guessed right. A hand slapped at his own and tried pushing him away, but impatience drove the olive-skinned turtle to only dig harder into the soft skin, wiggling his fingers quickly into it.

Leo, as smug as he was before, immediately regretted his want for entertainment the moment he couldn't pull his arm back into his room, and was filled with giddy panic at the three-fingered hand that had began drilling into his underarm.

"AH! HahaHAHAH! HAH! WAHAhaihit noho!"

The blue-themed teen gasped at the unexpected energy jolting through him, and almost threw himself off of his bed in surprise. With his arm being suspended by cold metal, he could only push at the offending hand and curl up as best he could.

Leo drummed his feet on his mattress, and arched up when Donnie pressed his fingers into the bridge of his shell, then moved down to scratch at the edge of his carapace. The slider bit his lip, trying to fight the giggles pushing their way out of his throat.

"GHK!- Pffft- Nhehehe! Dohohonnie, stAHAP!" His pleas went answered, the softshell's hand not budging in the slightest. Leo twisted, rolling as much as he could with his left arm held in place, his shell facing the portal as he searched for his brother's phone, knowing Donnie would probably stop if he just gave it back.

His stomach sunk when he saw that in his struggle he had thrown it to the floor, and couldn't reach it to put an end to the electric sensation running through his side.

"Shihihit."

Leo rolled onto his back again, snorting when his brother reached his arm deeper into the portal to tickle his belly, laughter shooting out of him as he struggled to take a proper breath.

"SNRK- DOHonnie, hahah! PleheHEAse!" The blue-themed turtle screwed his eyes shut, focusing on trying to pull his arm out of the grip it was in. He tried to think of a way to get himself out of this mess, peeking an eye open to see his sword that was lying on his bed, still glowing from use. However, he very quickly dismissed the idea of closing the portal, as even if he managed to focus enough to do that, he didn't want to portal-chop his arm. Okay, he needed a new plan.

The opening to his brother's room was pretty small, so he probably couldn't stick his head through and tell Donnie to stop, both of their limbs barely having enough room to move as is, so that wasn't an option. Maybe if he could reach the phone with his foot?..

Leo slid his right leg off his bed, his twin having to move back to his armpit when his belly pulled out of reach, forcing a squeak from his mouth. He slid his foot around on the floor, searching for the phone, and accidentally scooted it farther away.

"DahaHANG IHIT! NohoHOho!" The teen cursed himself for his clumsiness, and was just about to try again when a voice sounded from his doorway.

"Uh.. Leo? You okay?"

Raph has been walking by, glancing into his little sibling's room to check on him, and was surprised to see Leo practically hanging off his bed, a crazy expression on his red face as he cackled. "RAHAPH! Rahahaphie SNRK- plEHEHEASE! HahaND MEHE THehe phOHONE!"

Raph entered the room, eyes following the slider's finger to see a purple phone on the ground a good distance from where Leo was.. trying to get it. He picked it up, and saw Leo's arm almost completely through one of his portals, with a hand scratching underneath it.

He held it up for the slider to see. "What's Don's phone doin' in here?" The younger fought with the hand, that Raph soon realized to be Donnie's, for a moment, before reaching for the device. "GIHIVE IT TO MEHEHE! Plehease Rahaph! SNRK-" The snapping turtle shrugged, and handed it to him, fighting the urge to wait a bit just to mess with him.

Leo quickly snatched it from his older brother, and chucked it into the portal. The hand paused for a moment, then retracted. The sword-user ripped his arm from the metal grip as soon as it was loosened, and pressed it to his side, curling up and gasping for air.

"Wait.. Raph's confused. Why was Donnie ticklin' you?" The red-themed turtle's brow furrowed, and he sat next to his brother and patted his shell, helping him calm down from his giggle-high. "Hehe- wahanted his phohone back.. heheh- that I mahay or may nohot have taken.."

Raph chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his siblings's shenanigans. He tweaked Leo's side, to which the smaller giggled and grabbed onto his hand for support, pulling his legs up to his chest for further protection. "Relax, Raph's not gonna getcha.."

The slider dropped his legs back down, only to raise them back up as a pillow was chucked at his face.

"Next time don't steal my things, and I won't have to make you suffer, 'Nardo." Donnie deadpanned at the doorway, Leo sticking out his tongue, throwing the pillow back at him, which fell short and landed on the ground. The scientist stuck his tongue out as well before walking off again, footsteps patting down the hall.

"No promises, Dee."

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Thank you for your patience everyone! I've been fighting writer's block, but I finally found the motivation to finish this. Have a great day/night! ☺️

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Tickletober Day 17- Raspberries

This is a Rise fic! Maaaybe was self-induglent.. just a little. (It's just Leo being bullied, really)

@smiley-star Lee Leo :)

Lee: Leo

Ler: Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

Leo bounced his leg on his bed, tapping his fingers on his arm. He had felt jittery today, like he had drank three cups of coffee, even though he had been forced to cut down after staying up for almost a full week straight sometime last month.

To be fair, Donnie did that all the time, but Raph just wouldn't let another brother with that degree of a bad sleep-schedule slide.

The blue-themed turtle sighed, instead tracing over the lines of his palm. The slightly tingly sensation calmed him down a bit, until that same feeling returned in his stomach. After a second, the slider realized what it was. A lee-mood.

The turtle groaned quietly, choosing to ignore it for the time being. Everyone was tired, having had a crazy run-in with some mutants last night, and no one would want to deal with whatever he wanted. It wasn't a priority.. it could wait..

"LEO!"

He flinched, body pausing before turning around on his bed to face the doorway. It was Mikey's voice, which was weird, considering the youngest would usually greet everyone at their own doors. "Yeah? What is it?" He listened for a response, but none came. "WHAT?!"

"COME HERE!"

Leo sighed, tightening the drawstring on his hoodie to hide his face, which was probably flushed from his newfound.. mood. He left his room, feet shuffling on the ground as he made his way to the source of the voice. Walking across the lair, he immediately paused at the entrance of his brother's room.

Mikey was sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest. Next to him was a paint splatter, covering the majority of what looked like the youngest's most recent artwork. "Aw, Mike.. your painting.. are you okay?"

The box turtle shook his head, pressing his arms harder around himself. "No! All day, no one has wanted to hang out, and was asleep for the entire morning! I had to eat breakfast by myself, so I went to paint to feel better, but then I spilled a bunch of stupid red everywhere!"

Frustrated tears were building up in the smaller's eyes. Leo quickly went to sit down next to him, holding his arms out to comfort him. Mikey sniffled, flopping into the elder's hold. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to leave you alone like that-"

"No.." the younger interrupted, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "It's not any of your fault.. I'm just.. overwhelmed." Leo nodded, squeezing him into a hug. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Mikey nodded. "I just have a lot of energy built up.. could I.. uhm-" he paused, the elder nudging him to continue. "try tickling you..?"

The question was so quiet, Leo was almost convinced he had made it up, but the words rang clear in his mind. "Oh! Uh- sure, Mikey." A smile crept onto his face. It was weird how his lee-moods always seemed to sync up with his brothers, but that wasn't his concern right now.

Mikey smiled back, although it was a little shyer than the slider's. He hugged his brother tight, mumbling a "thanks" before reaches for his hips, latching onto them gently. "Just tell me if it's too much."

Leo squawked, arms jolting down, though he didn't push his little brother away. "DEHEheal!" The box turtle pinched at the joint for a few seconds, then carefully pushed on the taller's plastron to lay him down, sitting on his thighs. Mikey giggled, then rolled up the blue cloth of his hoodie. Leo only had a split second to realize what was going on, watching his brother's head lower, before being plunged into a fit of loud laughter. "HAHAHAH! AAHAH! MIKEHEY!"

"Whahat? I thought you agreed?" Mikey smiled, blowing another raspberry against his belly. "I can stop if you want." The slider bucked, whining at the offer. "NAHAH! Heheh, nohoHOHO! IHI-AHAH! IHIhit's SNRT- OHOHOKAHAay!"

The younger smiled. "Alright then, hang in there, Lee~" He took a deep breath, eyes gleaming mischievously at the anticipation on the elder's face.

Leo's eyes had squeezed shut, blushing at the nickname, only for them to shoot open wider than before at the horrible tickly feeling on the side of his ribs. "HAAAH AHAH! MIHIKEHEHEEEY, NOHOT THEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAH!" His arms shot out to push at the younger's head, but the other just pushed his hoodie higher up, taking his arms with it.

When Leo opened his eyes, he learned that the clothing article had been pushed over his face as well, and he was trapped in a sea of blue as Mikey blew raspberry after raspberry on his plastron. He kicked and squirmed, trying to sit up to stop the tickling, soon lost in his own laughter as his thighs were lightly scribbled on.

"FUHUHU-AHAH! SNRT- IHI CAHAHAN'T SEHEHEE! IHI-AAHAHAHAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAHAH, PLEHAHAHA!"

The orange-themed turtle cooed, scooting down on his knees which effectively stopped the moving from those limbs. Instead, the slider's hips bucked, and he once again tried to pull his arms out of his sleeves, too overcome with ticklishness to escape.

"Y'know, I think I want to try something.. Of course, if you're willing." There were a couple seconds before the elder had processed the question, the turtle trying to suck in as much air as he could when the fingers at his legs stopped moving. "WHAHaha- SNRT- WhahaHAHat is ihit?.."

Mikey's grin was that of pure evil.

"Oh, I was just wondering how much a raspberry on your thigh would tickle.."

"Euhuhughhh bohohoy.."

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Errm I may end up doing a part two to this? Possibly later in the month, or maybe a fic later on. We'll see I guess. Have a great day!

OFCCC! ANYTIME YOU WANT I WILL RESPOND ASAP! I LOVE THEM SM! 💕

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

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

I hope you're doing well! 😊

~ 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! ~

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚈𝙾𝙾𝙾 🩷💓!!! 𝙷𝙴𝚈𝙰 𝙹𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙴 🤩💕💘💕💘!!! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 (𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕) 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙾𝙾𝙲 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚢 🥲💔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚘 😗💖— 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝙸𝚃 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 😅…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟽𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

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

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @saturnzskyzz @tmntalways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

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

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

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

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

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

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

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

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

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

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

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

“What was that?”

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

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

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

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

“Yes~?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

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

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

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

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

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

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

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

TickleTober Day 6- Cuddles

Lee: Raph

Ler: Mikey

TW!: None!

(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)

It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.

He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.

Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.

So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-

"Mikey, you alright?"

The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"

Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.

Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.

Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.

"What's funny, Raphie?"

Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."

Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there too.

This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"

"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.

Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.

"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"

Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.

"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.

Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"

Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.

Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.

WE NEED IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!