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[heartsoftruth]

[tarjapearce]

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I’ve seen reader situations where Reader adores kids, but I’ve never seen anyone who’s like, not into the idea of kids. Like, imagine Reader not wanting to have kids because she was forced to take care of multiple younger siblings as a child. But like, she doesn’t villainize or hate them, she can tolerate Mayday just fine, she just sees children as too much work.

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You just described my life omg 🫠🫠😂. I'm the eldest sibling, so yeah. Totally get this.

Just. YES!!!! Finally someone brings up this! . Like I understand that most of the time, having a reader to love kiddos just to make Miguel's baby making fever on is cute (Not bad btw 👌🏻Love to indulge scenarios ♥️) But realistically speaking I doubt Miguel would want to have another kid, too much at risk and he had already paid the price. 10/10 wouldn't do it again. (That's just my approach though, don't mind it and keep asking for Dad Miguel 🤭)

But yeah, we need more of this sort of reader out there. ♥️. Adding to that:

Peter would definitely be surprised when you'd perform little motherly acts with Mayday.

Having her bottle at the right temperature, even looking after her sometimes, with a 'Here we go again' expression. Miguel would just watch you as you interact with Mayday.

She was a great kid, but the relief of knowing you could return her to her dad was something you'd find comfort in.

You weren't aloof to kids, but neither too much of honey pie. Your interactions with them were genuine, but limited.

Of course you respected them, kids were complex creatures after all. And you happened to be one.

But that didn't mean you wanted to try your hand at it. It was a lifelong commitment you had decided to not partake in due previous experiences.

"How come you know all these... stuffs?"

Your brows knitted in confusion at Peter and Jess' question.

"Uh, what exactly?"

"How to mother and be with babies."

"Oh. Well, been there, done that. But certainly isn't for me."

"Wait... you-"

"No, no." you chuckled and shook your head, "Not that kind of 'done that'. More like, I helped raise my siblings when I used to be a kid. Pretty much a Motherhood Free Trial if you ask me."

"Makes sense now"

"I mean, kids are cute, but they are a huge responsability not everyone can actually handle. But... some people aren't ready for that conversation." you shrugged.

"I'd still pay you for looking after May for a couple of hours, though" Peter mumbled as Jess just rolled her eyes . Mayday plopped in your arms and you ruffled her hair, he smiled at you to then ask for Peter.

"Here you go." You handed her to him, "See you guys later." You swung yourself out of the equation.

[latelierderiot]

I like them a normal amount ♥

without mask under the cut! 🫶

[buglaur]

🌾 who're you romancing? 6/12

[dingledraw]

🎶Baby hotline 📞🩷

[kuromi-hoemie]

i am not immune to transmascs in sweatpants and a sleeveless top

im rly fucking weak about it actually

[softspiderling]

will never get over this picture. everyone just vibing and he’s over here posing like😭😭😭 why are you touching your titty like that sir? slutty

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD and AMELIA DIMOLDENBERG

in the "Chicken Shop Date".

(source)

[swampybogg]

[ghoulphile]

okay the daddy thing you said just HNNNNG the way you would never live down the time you accidentally call him daddy. Or him making you repeat after him "Thank you daddy. See darling? Sounds like music don't it?"

shsisidjsjjsjjdffhdhsjjsd he’s taken aback at first bc using daddy non-sexually is a v normal thing in rural communities so when you accidentally whine it when he’s balls deep inside - and he almost cums then and there? well.

you’re so so sorry and embarrassed and vow to never use it again (much to his disappointment). and that just won’t do. cooper is nothing if not determined so he starts slipping it in to casual conversation.

gets you used to how it sounds, enjoying how flustered it gets you - glassy eyes far away as your mind wanders back to the time you moaned it while creaming around his cock.

then he works you up to calling him it, innocently at first. maybe a teasing, “c’mon now. say thank you, daddy,” when you ask him to hand you something and he keeps it out of reach before you do.

you catch on and when you do, oh he’s in for a treat.

you wait until he’s surrounded by friends, coworkers. saunter over and grab his attention with a gentle hand to the arm. when he looks at you, tucking an arm around you, you smile; a soft pretty little thing with a secret tucked in the corners. bat your eyes and meet his gaze from beneath your lashes.

his attention riveted to the ruby of your lips when you say coquettishly, “hey daddy, they need you in your trailer. something about running through new lines, i think?”

his jaw tics, muscles bunching and clenching as his fingers press into the base of your spine, his bicep tensing around your shoulders. he tilts his body towards you, uses your skirt to hide the twitch of his cock from prying eyes.

“ah, well, can’t keep ‘em waiting then, can i? i’ll catch up with you later, gentlemen.”

you’ve barely stepped through the door before he’s shoving you against the table, his hands two hot brands on your hips and his mouth greedy against yours. traces his tongue along the inner seam of your lips, licks over the back of your teeth before drawing back with a low groan.

his thumb wicks away a smear of lipstick, his eyes, hooded and dark, devouring. “now, that wasn’t very nice was it, sweetheart?”

“i’m awful sorry.” you hum, arms hooking over his shoulders. your fingers twirl around the short hairs at his nape, his frame shuddering against you. “what can i do to make it up to you… daddy?”

“fuck,” he groans, kisses a path down the slope of your neck and scrapes his teeth along your fluttering pulse point, “open up those thighs and keep calling me that.”

[kelin-is-writing]

“The fearsome fire that spread and burned everything up”, and that’s on King of Flames Dabi 💙

[buckypascal]

Got to see and interact with Mando and Grogu at Disneyland and it was everything I've ever dreamed of 🥹😭

[soaked4mk]

Kung Lao Head Cannons

Sfw 😇

★ Kung Lao adores you. Literally everything you do, he adores.

★ He loves your home made cooking, but also loves to cook for you too. He finds it fun when you take turns on making dinner.

★ He finds it even more fun when you two cook together. The two of you are pretty good in the kitchen, and it’s good quality time with the love of his life.

★ The two of you are the remaining villagers of yappersville. The banter and witty conversation you have with each other is the foundation of your relationship.

★ Even before you two got together, he would always joke around with you—poke fun at you. He loved to tease. his relentless banter and cockiness is what made you fall for him.

★ Like seriously you two are freaking giggling and snickering as if you were schoolgirls. And it doesn’t stop there.

★ Working on the farm together? He’s gonna have some friendly banter or even juicy gossip to share with you—if you don’t for him that is.

★ Hand holding, walking through the gardens while the moon shines your path, having late night conversations are very sentimental to him, and he enjoys every second of it. You’ll share dreams and passions, and Kung Lao will (not so casually) bring up how he can’t wait to have a family with you. “Imagine…a mini you, or even a mini me? We would be fantastic parents.”

★ Kung Lao does everything in his power to make you laugh everyday, every night. The sound of your laughter is fuel to his never ending love.

★ Which isn’t very hard. He’s a really funny guy, he doesn’t have to do much to get you to start cracking up.

★ You two are like best friends who also happen to be in love. Your chemistry is impeccable and you keep him on his toes.

★ Kung Lao loves it when you play with his hair, watching movies in bed, his head in your lap while your fingers rake through his locks.

★ He’s definitely a cuddle bug. And though he’s often the big spoon— by all means, that doesn’t mean he’s against being the little spoon either. It’s just you fit in his arms so perfectly.

★ Though he does find comfort in you holding him and kissing the shell of his ear, whispering sweet affirmations to him while your fingers lazily trace his shoulder.

★ Despite his bravado, only you are able to get his resolve to weaken, to get him to let his walls down. Even in public. And speaking of public, he definitely doesn’t mind some PDA.

★ In fact, it’s his favorite way of showing off that you belong to him. He likes to rub it in people’s faces that only he can hold you by the waist, nuzzle your neck and kiss your soft lips.

★ He feels comfortable enough to cry in your arms if needed, to express the laden of his insecurities and fears.

★ He trusts you completely with his feelings. And he expects you to feel the same whenever you’re in need of a shoulder to cry on.

★ Cupping your face has become a custom for him. He admires your delicate features often. before he leaves for a day of practice, or even while you two are side by side on the field. He’ll take a moment to approach you and cup your face, grazing his thumbs over your adorably soft cheeks. “My little bunny.”

★ You and him partake in friendly sparring. And this is where you keep him on his toes. Your battle strategy never ceases to amaze him. You two sometimes get in trouble for being rowdy. In fact, if you two didn’t spar so well together—you would be separated from being a distraction to the rest during training.

★ Special dates at Madame Bo’s are a given—and let’s be honest, it’s adorable. He loves introducing you to new foods on the menu and literally gets offended if you offer to pay.

★ Kung Lao isn’t controlling by any means. But he does get a little jealous. He can’t help it though—it’s in his competitive spirit.

★ He only gets a little possessive about his favorite person in the whole world. It’s just…you’re his. Plain and simple.

★ You’ll be talking with Johnny, and he usually has a joke up his sleeve for you. And nine times out of ten, the joke lands. Kung Lao over hears your laughter and strides casually over, with a tightened jaw.

★ “What’s the occasion? Sharing jokes without me now?,” he’ll say, his voice strained with forced cheerfulness, his hand subtly finding its way to your waist, a possessive gesture aimed at Johnny.

★ But he knows where you stand at the end of the day. And that’s by him. Even if he has his own personal insecurities—his trust in you is definitely not one of them. Though his trust in others…might be a different matter…

★ Loves to get you sentimental trinkets for you to carry around. To remind you of him of course.

★ You have already obtained three small lotus key chains, a marble frog that fits in your palm, a straw hat badge for your bag, but the most recent he’s gotten you is a rabbits foot keychain. For good luck—duh. But also because of his affectionate nickname for you.

★ “now you have to think about me, whenever I’m off on a mission or vice versa.” He’ll say, feigning a smug tone. Though it’s only true love and affection in his expression.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷

NSFW 💦

★ Alright for starters, this man is a brat tamer—don’t come at me it’s just the facts.

★ Like, he will and does put you in your place.

★ He’ll smack your ass and face, pounding into you relentlessly while whispering dirty little things into your ear.

★ His large hand will grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Who said that you were allowed to curse?” “Do that again and see what happens.” “You like that, don’t you?”

★ He loves your stomach, hips and thighs. They’re the most ‘grabable’ in Laos terms.

★ Always smacking your ass, affectionately of course.

★ This might be an obvious one but he’ll eat food off your naked body. Talkin bout chocolate syrup, whip cream, strawberries. Whatever—he’s into it.

★ Sometimes he’ll have you sit right in front of him, playing with yourself while having you whine about how much you need him and love him.

★ “Who makes your legs shake?” He’ll ask while sitting in front of you. “You—Lao~” you whine, circling your clit with your fingers as he pumps himself, watching you with a sharp eye.

★“I’m the only one allowed to see you like this, hmm?” Fingers digging into your plump thigh, impatiently waiting for your response. If you’re not quick enough, he’ll smack your ass harshly. Leaving a mark. “I asked you a question.” “Only you!” You’ll cry out, back arching as you keep probing yourself with your digits.

★ Usually it ends with him cumming into his hand as he coax’s you to reach your own summit. “That’s it beautiful.” “Keep going, come on.” “Cum for me baby.”

★ He praises you of course! “You’re such a good little slut, taking every inch.” “Look at you~ covered in my cum like the good girl you are.” “That’s right baby, keep going…” “god, you’re so good at this.”

★ Hair pulling when he’s giving you back shots.

★ Lao really enjoys marking you as his. He can’t not leave dark hickeys on your neck, chest, stomach, and hips. It’s just, you’re so sweet!

★ He’s not one to turn down your affection either. If you’re wanting to have an upper hand that’s totally fine by him. Even better if you catch him at the right time. he’s an absolute puddle in your hands.

★ You can straddle his lap, lightly kiss his neck, whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Really, you don’t have to do much to get him hard.

★ “please, Y/N, don’t tease me~” “God, you’re driving me mad…” “don’t stop~…” he whimpers, biting his bottom lip, his gaze never leaving yours.

★ Loves oral. Receiving, and giving. He loves the taste of you. And honestly does cunnilingus often as foreplay. He’s really good with his tongue.

★ In fact, I believe this man will—and has gotten pussy drunk. Like he’s lost in the sauce. I’m talking about making you cum twice, three times in a row. Just milking every last drop out of you.

★ “mmhh~ just a little more baby~ please?” “You taste sooo good” “you can go a little longer, right?” He’ll be nose deep, mumbling into your cunt with a Cheshire grin.

★ If you’re giving head, great! Because he’s quite the reward giver when it comes to you and your mouth.

★ He’ll lace his fingers through your hair, lightly bobbing your head onto his shaft, letting you go at your own pace, his head drops back in pleasure.

★ Releasing into your throat, he pats your head, sliding his hand to your cheek, cupping it. “Good girl.” He’ll pant out, pulling you up into his lap, into a searing kiss. He doesn’t care about tasting himself on your lips. It adds to the erotica.

★ Rewards vary from special date ideas—to straight up pushing your face into the pillows while fucking you vigorously. Depends on his mood really. Either way though, you’re getting something good from him.

★ His after care? On par. He understands the classic hot shower, or nice bubble bath, and certainly loves the intimacy that follows. But he prefers a more pampering approach. After all you must be famished from all that railing, right?

★ He’ll fluff the blankets and pillows, turning the tv on to whatever you desire. He’ll cuddle you for a moment, holding you in his strong arms, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. “You did so good, bunny.”

★ After a moment he’ll get up to retrieve the necessities for cleaning you up, and after he’ll head to the kitchen, coming back with various items of food and treats. “I just pulled out all your favorites” he shrugs, crawling back into the bed with you.

★“Hope you’re craving everything?” His voice is soft, laced with a tint of playfulness as you nestle back up to him.

[dustykneed]

--Really, Doctor?

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Heyyy, hope your doing well.

Is it ok if I request switch!april switch!mikey and lee!donnie.April is spending time with mIkey while painting a mural somewhere... and they get into a tickle fight in which donnie gets dragged in.. If that's cool with you :D

~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!!! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 😌🫶🏾…𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 👏🏾💗💖💓💘˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟷𝟺𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 👩🏾‍🦱💚 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝! 𝚂𝚘, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙶𝚂𝚂𝚂: @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow @aceofspades-doodles

@ziipzeepzop-eez @someone1348 @rice-cake-teen10

@savemeafruitjuice @cedarrthefluffylee @mistyandsnow @tmntstayheadforever

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

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑 >:]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Pfft…Mikey you actually suck at this…” April said, stifling a giggle as she glided a paintbrush up and down her little brother’s shell. 

The smaller teen shrieked at the sudden contact, his giggles bouncing off his room’s walls, “R-Riri plehehease…!” The youngest giggled, squirming slightly as he dug his feet into the carpet. 

“Just say a word!” The elder said, “Literally any word that reminds you of this feeling!” 

“Ihihi daha— squeak dohon’t knohohow!!” The younger squealed out as he kicked his legs from underneath his elder sibling, “Ahaprihil plehease juhuhust stahahap!”

“I can’t 'stahahap' unless you tell me, bro! How does this paintbrush against your shell feeeeeel?” The girl emphasized as she swirled her paintbrush where Mikey’s shell met his plastron. 

“I cahahan’t— squeak pfftahahah!!!” The orange banded turtle cried as he arched his back, kicking his legs desperately from underneath his older sibling. 

“Just say a single word, little brother. Aren’t you the one who wanted to help me with my art project~?” The green cladded teenager asked smugly.

Michelangelo blushed, hugging a nearby pillow to his face as his muffled laughs echoed around the room, “I-I dihid buhuhut Ihi dihihindn’t know ihit would be soho tihiHICKLY—?! NAHAHEEEK!!! SqueakAHAPRIL NAHAT squeak THEHEHERE!!!” The light scarlet eyed mutant squawked as his sister started to gently scratch at his lower shell with her nails. 

The human raised an innocent brow, her fingernails dancing across the other, “I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just tracing your shell to help you think!” 

“PLEHEASE PLEHEASE squeak REEREEHEE!!!” The paint loving turtle squealed, banging his fists in the floor, “OKAHAY OKAHAHAY!! F-FLUHUHUTTERY! IHIT FEEHEELS FLUTTERY!!” He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief as his sister got off of him, writing down the word he basically just screamed. 

“Fluttery…I like it!” The elder mused, going back and tracing the other’s shell with the brush. 

“M-Myhy gaHAHAD squeal Ihi hahate yohou…” The youngest murmured as he buried his face into the pillow more.

April held back an amused laugh, scritching her nails along the mutant’s upper shell, “Hate is a strong word, little buddy. But to refresh your memory, I’m doing a poetry art project so I need you to come up with a few…artsy word’s for me. And besides~: you’re in a mood…so you shouldn’t really be complaining all that much. I get my project done and you get tickled…it’s a win-win!”

Mikey huffed begrudgingly, blushing as his sibling basically just called him out…

The box turtle was a kind soul! A very kind soul in fact! 

So when his dear big sister texted that she needed help with her art project, Michelangelo was more than thrilled to lend a hand.

That was until he was told that April’s class was working on collages…and were given a single word to get inspired by and base their art piece off of how it made them and the people around them feel…

…And you want to know what his sister’s word was…?

Laughter.

“Your soho meeheean…” The youngest groaned loudly through his giggles. 

“I’m not being mean if you like iiiit~!” The elder giggled, causing the box turtle’s blush to deepen, “NO!NOHO TEHEHEEASING!” The younger one squawked, “PRIHILLIE WEEHEE HAD AHA DEEHEEAL!” 

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” She said as she scribbled her youngest brother’s hips, “Y'know…I think I can add a couple more words to the list...”

“Whahat ohOTHER wohords?” Mikey asked. 

“Cute, adorable, sweet, lovable—” April listed.

“SHUHUT UHUP SHUHAHA— squeal SHUHUT. IHIT.” The scarlet eyed teen said, kicking his legs more now from underneath the other.

“But you are~!”

“NAHAH— squeak GOHAHA AHA— squeak AWAHAY!!” 

“But I can’t~! I need more words for my collage!” 

“THEHEN THIHINK OHOHOF SOHOME YOHOURSELF YOHOU FOUR EYED MOHOTHER— squeak FUHUHUCKER!!!”

The elder snickered as she lightly traced the sides of her little brother’s ribs, “Woowww…cursing me out…calling me names…it’s almost like you want me to go here…”

The orange banded teen let out a tiny but mighty scream at the new sensation at the back of his ribs, trying to get off of the floor, but alas, was stopped as April sat on the back of his lower shell once again, “YOHOU— SQUEAL!! AHAHAPRIL WEEHEE SQUEAK CAHAN TAHAHALK SQUEAK ABOHOUT THIS SQUEAK PLEHEASE!!” 

“I’m hearing lots of words not having to do with my collage~!” The girl in glasses said in a sing-song voice as she pinched up and down his ribs. “NAHAH— squeak squeal GAHAHAD WHYHYHY?!” The youngest cackled. 

“Because you legit asked me to?” The elder grinned evilly as she started to slowly count every single one of her little brother’s ribs now, “Duh~!”

“E-EEEHEEP! PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THAT NAHAT THAHAT NAHAT THAHAHAT!!!” Michelangelo screamed, hugging his middles as tears of mirth appeared in his eyes. 

“Not what~?”

“OKAHAY! SQUEAL OKAHAHAY!! YOHOHOU SQUEAL CAHAN PUHUT SQUEAK MEHERRY, JOHOHOLLY, FUHUNNY, LIHIHIVELY AHAND SWEEHEET NOHOHOW PLAHAHEASE!!!” The box turtle absolutely squealed. 

“There we go~! See? It wasn’t that hard.” April smirked, patting the other’s shoulder as she got up and added the five words on her paper. “Ihi feeheel lihihike I juhust gohohot bahahack frohom aha war…” Michelangelo groaned as he wiped his eyes to clear the happy tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, you’re fine.” April said as she rolled his eyes fondly, writing down the words Mikey said on the clipboard. The youngest stretched him arms, getting up and peering over the older’s shoulder, “Buhut anywahay’s, hohow mahahany mohore words do yohou need?”

“Five.” The elder said casually.

“FIVE?!” Michelangelo repeated in complete and utter awe, “How many words do yohou freaking neeheed?!”

“Five.” The older repeated, “The number in total was originally supposed to be ten but Mrs. Anderson said if I add one more to the required word count I’d get extra credit.”

“…Why do you always have to pick extra credit?” The orange cladded mutant whined, flopping on his bed as he looked at the ceiling.

“Because why not?” The elder huffed, “Now come over here! I need five more words on how laughter makes you…feel.” She said dramatically, putting a hand over her forehead for a theatrical effect. 

“Yeah, yeah...“ The light scarlet eyed teen uninterestingly said, “But you come over here; I don’t feel like lying on my carpet anymore.”

“Pfft— okay, your majesty.” The glasses wielding human snickered, sitting next to her brother on his bed. And without warning, the smaller teenager wrapped her in a hug from behind with one hand while the other slipped under her shirt and scribbled all over her bare stomach.  

“AUUGH! Y-YOU’RE HAHAHANDS ARE F-FUHUCKING FREEZING!!!” April seethed before bursting out into loud and contagious cackles, “AHHAHA— squeak! WAHAIT! WHAHAT THEHEHE FAHACK!?” She squealed. 

“Aww~! Look at you giggling up a storm~!” The smaller teen smiled, “Your laugh is beyond adorbs, Riri.” 

“STAHAP IHIT! YOHOHOU PEICE AHAHOF— squeal! NOHOH!” The older cried, kicking her legs in an attempt to escape which only caused the youngest to tickle harder. 

The human girl threw her head back; completely lost in her own squeals and shrieks. “Soooooo~! About those words~!” The youngest teased. 

“NAHAHAHAA— YOHOU LIHITTLE BRAHAHAT!!” The green cladded girl shouted. 

“I don’t think 'brat' or 'little' goes with the word 'laughter', Prillie...” Mikey giggled.

Oho revenge was sweet…

…So so sweet.

“YOHOU— hic! STAHAHAP IHIHIT NOHOHOW!!!” The girl in green giggly threatened. 

“No can do, big sis!” The youngest said as innocently as he could, “I need you to tell me how laughing makes you feel~! What do you feel right now~?”

“NO YOHOU— hic GAHAHAH! STAHAP IT— squeak!” April howled, “FIHINE! FLUHUHUTTERY! IHI FEEHEEL FLUHUTTERY!!” 

“I already said that.” The orange themed turtle hummed, getting his hand out of the other’s shirt and squeezing her thigh mercilessly.  

“MIHIHI— hic FAHAHACK— hic! O-OKAHAHAY!! GIHIGGLY?!”

“Four more woooords~?”

“NOOOHOHOH! DUHUHUDE YOHOUHAH— squeal!”

“I can’t stop unless you give me four more words~! Come on, big sis~! Just four more words~!” Michelangelo taunted, using both of his hands to knead the other’s hips. “GYAHAH!!! M-MYHYHY GAHASH!! FIHIHINE! JOHOY?!” The girl offered as she kicked and thrashed.

The younger teen nodded, “Three more~!”

“REEHEELAHAHAXED?!” 

“Two more~!” 

April let out a loud squeal, getting out of the hug as she lightly hit the other on the upside of his head, “Ahand trihiumphant.” She huffed, writing down the four words she said. 

The light scarlet eyed mutant rolled his eyes, looking over her shoulder once more, “How do you feel 'triumphant' when you’re laughing??? That doesn’t even make any sense…”

“Yohou dohon’t mahahake ahany sense.” The girl with glasses retorted as she stuck her tongue out at her little brother; which the little brother in question gladly copied.

Then suddenly and abruptly, Donnie walked into the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe as he knocked on the wall, “Hello, Michael and Prillie. I’ve come to inform you two that Raph has obtained us some rice and peas and jerk chicken for dinner.”

April and Mikey turned their attention to the softshell as he leaned on the doorway, “…Where did Raphie get the food from?” The box turtle asked suspiciously. 

“Oh…well, he and Leo made it.” Donatello grimaced, shrinking slightly as he saw his younger brother’s face start to form in anger, “They cleaned up after themselves— I promise. I supervised.” The light golden eyed mutant assured.

The light scarlet eyed teen rolled his eyes, going over towards his door, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He huffed, going to march towards the door but was halted by April as she gave him the clipboard. “Oh Dee~? Before we go eat, do you mind answering a quick question for me?” The eldest asked innocently.

“Uhm…okay?” The purple banded teenager said as he fully walked into the room, closing the door, “What’s the question?” 

“How does laughing make you…feel?” April asked.

The softshell blinked once in confusion, “…What?”

“How does laughing make you…feel?” Mikey repeated.

“I…don’t understand the question.” Donnie chuckled in amusement, “How does it make me…feel…?” He repeated to himself as he scratched his head, “I…feel joy when I laugh, I suppose.” 

“Anything else?” The girl in glasses emphasized, sneakingly inching her way to her brother as he was deep in thought. “Erm…lively? I do feel quite alive and quite joyous when laughter occurs.” 

“Anything eeeelse?” The chocolate brown eyed teenager drawed out as she scribbled her nails alongside the taller’s sides. Donnie let out a short squeal, flinching back as he hugged his middles.

The one day he left his battleshell in his room…

“Ahahapril doohoo. nahahat.” The taller teen warned, backing away as his sister inched towards him. “Whaaaat~?” She said casually, “I’m just helping.” 

“Tickling meehee ihihis not hehelping meehee thihink ohof ahan answer!” The light golden eyed teen said as if it was obvious, riskily sprinting to the door as his younger brother effortlessly caught him; the two boys basically fighting to the death as Mikey effortlessly pinned the older turtle to the ground, tickling his underarms.

“HEHEH— hic STAHAHA! YOHOU L-LIHIHITTLE SHIHAT!! LEHET MEEHEE GOHOH!!!” The tech loving turtle shouted, squirming from underneath the other.

“Nu-uh! I suffered so now you have to suffer.” The box turtle smiled. 

“AHA— hic! WHAHAT— PFFTAH! DOHOES THAHAHAT EEHEEVEN hic MEAN?!” The taller turtle inquired through his chorus of cackles. 

“Thought of a word to describe how you’re feeling yet, Don?” The eldest asked as she sat next to her two brother’s, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“IHIHI’M hic GOHOING hic TOOHOO KIHICK YOHOU GUHUHUYS' ASSES!!!”

“Language, young man!” The box turtle scolded, gently flipping Donnie on his plastron as he scribbled his fingers lightly against his shell. Donatello frantically kicked his legs, banging his fists on the ground as he screeched in laughter.

“GAHAHAD NAHAHAH— hic! PLAHAHEASE!!! WHYHY?!” He wheezed, tears of mirth blurring his vision as he shut his eyes tight. “I-IHIHI FEEHEEL REEHEELAXED!!!”

“Already have that one.” Michelangelo commented. 

“GIHIHI— hic! GIHIHIGGLY! I FEEHEEL GIHIHIGGLY!”

“Already said that one too~!“ 

Donatello wheezed once more, his heels digging into the carpet and his legs flinging around like crazy, “HAHAPPY! I FEEHEEHEEL HAPPY!!! NOW STOHAP STAHAHOP STOHOHOP!!” He cried, letting out a contented sigh as his little brother stopped the assault. 

“I hic cohohome here…toohoo deliver hic news…ahahand thihis is hohow I’m hic being repahaid….” Donnie grumbled through his giggles, huffing and puffing under his breath as Mikey hugged him. 

“And that makes eleven words!” The girl with glasses grinned, writing down the last word on her paper. “Thanks for your help, you too.” 

“Ahanythihing fohor you, Ihi guess.” The softshell said as he rolled his eyes, getting up as his younger brother was still clinged to him, “So…are we going to go eat or…?” The box turtle asked as he hugged his older brother’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah…” April giggled as she clinged to Donnie’s other arm as all three of them walked to the kitchen, linking arms. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

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

[sainteddie]

PSA:

eddie’s cone was orange