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sunsetsandsunshine · 7 months ago

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AHHH I'm so happy youre back to writing! I felt like the Rottmnt tickle community was dying there.

Been dying for a lee! Mikey Ler! Big bros fic.

~ 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗… ~

❤️💜🐢💙🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ❤️💜🐢💙🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷, 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 🥲💔⁉️ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂??? 𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸’𝙼 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝🩷💝💕˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟹��

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛’s: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊). 𝙱𝚞𝚝…𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @pocky-dragon

@danineedshelp @jamiesgotchu @saturnzskyzz @savemeafruitjuice

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @mythica0 @titters-and-tingles

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲!!! 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶!!!

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐/‘𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐’ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 (😵)!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢…𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 😅…

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝙸’𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝟶:𝟷𝟿– 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙽𝚈 🕺🏾✨

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“MOVE YOU’RE HIPS, MIKEY!!!” Donnie yelled at his orange cladded younger brother.

“I’M TRYING!!!” The box turtle yelled back, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M SHAKIRA?!”

“WELL, YOU’RE HIPS DEFINITELY DO LIE BECAUSE I SEE NO FUCKING MOVEMENT!” The elder yelled in return which earned a loud snort of amusement from Leo in the peanut gallery; the slider enjoying the chaos and banter between Mikey and Donnie.

It was a nice Saturday evening and the four brother’s spent the day just…casually hanging out, for no exact reason in particular. The brother’s just truly wanted to chill (for today…).

They did karaoke, binged movies, and y’know…just chilled. That’s what Summer was about: relaxation.

Well…they were relaxed.

Until their nerdy scientist brother found a TikTok video that he quote on quote ‘Had to learn to get with the trendy trends for his likey likes.’

His words, not mine.

And so, he dragged Mikey into it because the dance required about two people (and Donnie wasn’t trying to make it seem like he was lonely). But sadly and not surprisingly, the young scientist has been trying to teach the youngest the choreography for about…3 hours.

3 hours.

Let that sit with you for a second. Let that marinate.

And let’s just say…Donnie’s patience wasn’t exactly the best. Especially when it came to dance. Plus, this dance wasn’t even hard! All that was required to do was move your hips and do dramatic hand movements like some stereotypical blonde ordering an overcomplicated Starbucks order!

In conclusion: not hard at all!

And Donnie knew he wasn’t raised with a piece of cardboard! Mikey knew how to dance…!

…To an extent, anyway…

“It’s not my fault I’m stiff!” The youngest whined which only caused the second oldest to simply scoff, rolling his eyes with sass, “Well it’s gotta be someone’s fault.”

“It’s probably Draxum’s.” The slider suggested.

“I concur. It is probably Draxum’s fault.” Donnie agreed, “Anyway, stiff or not stiff, I need you to learn how to do this dance.” The box turtle groaned again at the comment, “Why me though? Why can’t you just do it with Leo or something???”

“Me and Leo already learned the dance!” The softshell huffed proudly, “We learned, practiced and recorded it all yesterday.”

“Twin type shit.” The second youngest added on, sending Donnie finger-guns.

“Twin type shit.” The purple loving turtle amusedly agreed, not doing the same hand movement but just doing an awkward thumbs up which Leo couldn’t help but giggle to.

Raph, who was sitting next to Leo on the couch scratched the top of his head a bit, pondering slightly. “Why don’t you try doing a different dance?” The eldest suggested, “Y'know…maybe one that doesn’trequire so much hip movement…?”

“Like The TikTok Rizz Party dance!” Leonardo happily suggested, standing up excitedly which only earned hard glares from all of his brothers. The second youngest rolled his eyes at the looks, putting a hand on his hip, “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You gotta admit: it’s simple to learn.”

“It’s not a dance— it’s a freaking demon ritual.” The snapping turtle deadpanned.

“Same difference...” Leonardo huffed, sitting back down next to his older brother. Raph sighed impatiently, rubbing his temples like a single Mom that worked two jobs (sorry not sorry for that reference), “I’m too young for all of this bullshit…”

“Raph!” The youngest suddenly wailed, “Aren’t I moving my hips???” Mikey whined impatiently, demonstrating the dance which got a small stifled giggle from Leo. The leader in blue got up, covering his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing as he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

The eldest turtle grimaced, trying to hold back his laughter as well, “You’re…You’re moving something…”

“He’s moving his fucking chest and shoulders…” Donnie explained, “Which are nowhere near your hips.”

“Again: The Tik Tok Rizz Party is still an option.” Leonardo happily said as he went back to the lounge area and started to do the quote on quote ‘Tik Tok Rizz Party’ dance. The purple loving teen inwardly cringed as he watched his slightly younger brother’s antics, sighing sadly as he covered his face.

Of all the individuals he had to be twins with…

“Sit your hyperactive ADHD ass down.” Raph demanded as he grabbed Leo’s shell with his hand, forcing him to sit back down.

“Anyways. Angel, I want you to move with your hips!” The softshell emphasized again, going behind Mikey and squeezing his hips to demonstrate how and when the youngest was supposed to move them (since the box turtle was apparently having an issue separating his chest from his hips).

Y'know, stiff people problems. Something Donnie couldn’t possibly relate to nor understand.

“EEP-!!!”The youngest suddenly squealed, his face morphing to one of giddy panic, “D-Deehee! Noho stahahap!”

“I am helping you with your atrocious dancing, you buffon! Now stay still!” The second oldest huffed, squeezing the shortest turtle’s hips again.

“You’re 'helping' tihihickles!” Mikey complained, holding onto his scientist brother’s wrists in a small attempt to stop him. Which didn’t…obviously. But it was worth a shot. An A for effort some might call it.

Donnie tried to stifle his giggles, raising a confused brow, “Oho, my helping tickles, now does it? How is that even possible, my dear younger brother?”

“Wahait w-wahahait dohohon’t— *squeal* nahahaha!” Mikey laughed, throwing his head back on Donnie’s shoulder as his knees gave out, trying to retreat unto the floor but his older brother only followed him as he did so.

“Don’t? Don’t what~?” The second oldest turtle asked incocently, scribbling his fingers against the other’s sides. The box turtle curled in on himself on the carpeted floor, kicking his legs back and forth.

Donnie snickered, “Dude, I’m genuinely asking! What do you mean 'don’t'~?”

Michelangelo just hugged his middles as he squirmed and screeched, giggling his small little heart out as his older brother tickled him. The young scientist sighed dramatically, sitting on the youngest’s legs as he stopped tickling him for a moment.

“Hey, guys?” Donatello said as he turned to the red and blue duo sitting on the couch, “I miiiiight need some help over here. I’m feeling ignored by this one— he’s not answering me.” He deadpanned as he jabbed the turtle below him in the side, causing the youngest to sound like a overpowered drill screwdriver fusion.

“Say less.” Raph grinned, going over to the PB&J duo as Leo quickly followed right behind.

Okay…well, this hang-out-with-your-brothers-just-because-you-can hangout was turning left veryquickly. Perhaps that’s what Mikey gets due to the fact that he was spinning left and Donnie was spinning right…

Even though the purple banded turtle told him numerous times to turn the other direction, the youngest didn’t feel like listening. I guess he now knows how the second oldest feels when Mikey doesn’t pay attention to his 4 hour yap sessions.

As one smart, tooootally not demented 21 year old said: Karma’s a bitch.

The box turtle squealed loudly as his other brother’s approached next to him and sat down. The youngest immediately retracted into his shell as panicky giggles from him echoed around the lair.

The three older brother’s collectively groaned, knowing they’ve alllll danced this dance before. “Ugh…I hate when he does that…” Leo complained dramatically as he crossed his arms across his plastron. Raphael cracked his knuckles, his grin widening, “Don’t worry, boys. I got this.” The red banded turtle put the Mikey in his lap, blowing a raspberry directly on the youngest’s stomach.

The reaction was almost like the speed of light as the orange banded turtle immediately erupted into loud mouse cackles, trying to wriggle his way out of his older brother’s iron grip although now that he was caught in the lion’s den…his attempts of escaping were now futile.

“WHAHA— *squeak*?! NAHAHA?!?! *Squeak* RAPH RAPH RAHAHAPH!!!” Michelangelo giggly sputtered out, his laugh raising a pitch as Raphael refused to take any breath’s on the raspberry and just continued and continued.

And Mikey knew Raph. For heaven’s sakes, that was his brother. The paint loving turtle knew (definitely NOT from experience) that Raph would not take a break unless the orange banded got out of his shell.

“WHYHYHYHY???” The orange banded turtle cackled, his limbs and head coming out of his shell as he tried to glare at his brothers, which they all couldn’t help but awe to. “Awe, there you are~! Now this is definitely a fair fight!” The gentle giant happily exclaimed, removing his head from Mikey’s stomach.

“ThIHIs ihis ahan ahamBUHUSH!!!”

“Same difference.” Leo shrugged, squeezing the box turtle’s ankles repeatedly. “NAHAT THEHE FEEHEEHEET!!!” The orange banded turtle cried, kicking his legs around to try and make Leo dislodge his grip on his ankle. “Jeeheez…I didn’t eheven doohoo anything yehet!” The slider commented smugly.

“Guess it tickles that bad, huh, Mikester~?” The blue banded turtle teased.

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET YOHOU AHAHASS!!!”

Leo dramatically gasped at the rebuttal, gently pulling his little brother’s toes back and scribbling his fingers all over his arch. “That is no way to talk to your beloved older brother!” The slider lightly scolded. Donnie, who was next to Mikey nodded in agreement, his fingers pinching all over his littlest brother’s ribs, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson…”

“NOHOHAHAH! IHI DAHA— *squeak* DOHOHON’T!!!” The box turtle protested, swatting his hands on Raph’s arm like a drunk jellyfish. “And hitting too?!” The blue banded teen announced, “Your reeeeallyasking for it…”

Raphael raised a hand, wiggling his fingers near Mikey’s neck. The turtle in question paled, “NAHAT THEHE NEHEHECK!!! YOHOU GUHUYS IHI ACTUALLY CAHAN’T DOOHOO THIHIHIS PLEHEHEASE—“

“Your neck? Oh, what a great idea!” Donnie smiled sweetly, one of his hands dancing around the right side of the fake dancer’s neck as Raph dipped his head in the other side. “IIIII…gitchie gitchie gotchu~!” The gentle-giant teased, rubbing his face back and forth in the crook of the youngest’s neck.

Mikey let out the most inhuman screech to ever exist in between his cackles, shaking his head and scrunching his shoulders desperately, “LEHEHET MEEHEE GOHOHAHAHA!!!” He squeaked.

“WHYHYHY MEEHEEHEE?!?!” The box turtle whined despreatley through his laughs, unable to do anything but just lay in Raph’s lap and just take the tickles at this point in time.

Speaking of, WHY was he getting tickled by his big brothers in the first place again??? What the hell did he even DO to deserve this torment? They all just basicslly jumped him as if he had money on him or something!!!

And for the record: Mikey in fact did not. This time at least.

He borrowed some cash from April last week but immediately put it inside of his piggy bank the second he got home. Since he knew either one of his greedy grubby hand brother’s would snatch that cash cash money cash cash right away…

But…wait.

What was Mikey pondering about again???

“Because you’re the youngest.”The blue loving teen simply said, “Aaaaand we just gotta tickle the heck out of you ‘cuz you’re just so cute~!” Leo cooed playfully, his hands squeezing and prodding at Mikey’s knees.

“Not too much now, Leo. You’re a baby brother too.” Donnie commented smugly. “By two seconds!!!” The blue banded turtle pouted, glaring at the soft-shell. The soft-shell in question chuckled at the angry face expression, kneading Mikey’s hips mercilessly. “Two seconds that makes you the second youngest. And a baby brother.” He taunted, grinning at the annoyed look that his younger twin was giving him.

“What are you guys going on about? You’re all baby brothers.” Raph exclaimed.

“So are you!” Leo huffed, “April exists, y’know!”

“GUHUHUHUYS!!!” The youngest screamed, trying to get his siblings attention as they bickered. “Hm? What’s wrong, little bro? Did the Tickle Monster find a bad spot~?” Raph asked, now blowing raspberries at the orange banded turtle’s neck.

“YOHOU— *squeal* FAHACK!!! GOHOH AWAHAHAY!!!” The box turtle screamed. Leo rolled his eyes fondly, scoffing lightly, “You love this so don’t even, Miguel.”

“Why should we go away~?” The eldest fake pouted, tickling Mikey under his chin lightly, “Is this a bad spot~? Is that why? Yeah~? Awe, what a shame…”

“PLEHEHEASE BEEHEE QUIHIHI— *squeak*!!!” The youngest bellowed, “STAHAHA— STAHA—!!! PLEHEHEASE AHANHTHING BUHUHUT THAHAHAT!!!”Mikey purely went into silent cackles, happy tears falling down his face as tiny mouse squeaks followed. “IHIHI *squeal* SURRENDER!! GUHUYS PLEHEHEASE *squeal* I’M *squeal* GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!!!”

The three brother’s removed their tickling hands, ceasing their attack as the youngest wheezed out remaining laughs breathlessly, “Ihi cahan’t breeheeathe…”

“Considering the fact that you are talking right now (which requires you to breathe), I think you’ll be fine.” Donnie commented, handing Mikey a glass of water which the youngest basically snatched and chugged in 2 seconds flat.

Freaking heathen…

“Did we go too far?” Leo dramatically gasped, going over and taking the orange banded teen from the eldest’s lap, squeezing Mikey in a hug and looking him over like he was a random exotic species specimen. “You're not dead...right? Oh man, Dad will literally kill me if I accidentally killed you…wait. That would make me the youngest. Oh well, I never wanted a younger brother anyway...”

“Hey hehey hehehey! Slow your freaking role! Ihi aham nohot dead!” The box turtle giggled, raising a brow at his immediate older brother’s antics. The slider sighed mockingly, “Had all my hopes up for nothing…”

The smallest turtle rolled his eyes at the comment before having a moment of realization, “Whahat were weehee eheven doing agahain…?” Mikey giggly asked, resting his head against Leo’s shoulder as the slider rubbed his carapace. “Teaching you to dance.” Donnie sighed sadly, “But, alas, some things were just not meant to be.”

Mikey glared playfully before landing his eyes on his scientist brother’s phone that was leaning up on one of the tables. “Dee! You were recording???” The box turtle screeched, hiding his face in his shell as the others laughed. “Don records everything, little bro. With or without his phone. So either way you were gonna end up being recorded.” Raph explained teasingly.

“You never know, Mikejandro, maybe you’ll blow up on Tik Tok!” Leo suggested, “I’d call it: The Disgruntled Demise of a Box Turtle.”

“Talk about word vomit…” The scientist mumbled under his breath, going to where his phone stood as his siblings bickered in the background. The soft-shell replayed some of the footage as he muted the video, smiling softly (get it? Soft-shell, smiling softly? I’m so funny you guys…) at the shenanigans that unfolded not too long ago.

The second oldest chuckled softly (still get it?) to himself, putting his phone in his sweatshirt pocket as he went back to where his brother’s were sitting.

“…Do you guys think I can fit 5 s’mores in my mouth?” Mikey suddenly asked.

“Michael…please don’t do that. You could choke.” Donnie shuddered.

“Plus, you’re being a coward.” Leo added, “Try 10.”

“I think 15 is better.” Raph grinned, “But it’s okay if you can’t do it. No one could ever beat Raph’s 25 s’mores record...” The red banded teen huffed out proudly.

“…it’s ‘cuz you’re fucking rotund, man. No one would or could beat you even if we hired a whole football team to go up against you.” The art loving teen said.

Raphael blinked confused, “Ro-tuh-wha—?”

“He’s calling you fat.” Donnie giggly explained.

Raph’s jaw comically opened wide in awe, hitting his littlest brother’s shoulder, “RAPH IS NOT FAT!!!” He shouted defensively.

“Whatever you say, Jupiter…” Mikey retorted almost immediately as the twins completely lost it, the three smaller turtles soon descending into loud contagious cackles. The red banded turtle crossed his arms, glaring at them profusely, “You all are my 13th reason…” The eldest grumbled miserably, despite the soft small smile clearly evident on his face.

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

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

#Rottmnt tickle #Rottmnt tickle fic #Rottmnt tickle fanfiction #Lee!Mikey #Ler!Raph #Ler!Donnie #Ler!Leo #MUAHAHAHAH YOU GUYS DIDNT EXPECT ME TO POST TODAY HUH☝🏾🤓⁉️⁉️⁉️#I’m full of surprises TRUST #Making this was so genuinely fun #Most of the conversation was legit me and @shut-up-jo 💅🏾#Also I HC that Mikey can’t dance for shit #I’m sorry it’s more funny that way #Or maybe he can actually dance rlly well and his brother’s just shit on him bc they can 🫨🫨🫨💀💀💀#Either way is funnier #Younger sibs unite 🫶🏾✊🏾#Also Older Twin Donnie supremacy FOREVER #FOREVER🤌🏾‼️‼️‼️#Sfw tickle #Sfw tickle blog #Sfw tickle community #Rottmnt tickle ficlet #I’m so glad I kept it short 🥹🥹🥹#No yapping TODAY YESSSIIIRRR 🤌🏾✨‼️#Gotta add this to my pinned post RAUGHH #WE MAKIN IT OUTTA DA SEWER WITH DIS ONE /ref #I WILL BE DEEPLY SADDENED IF NO ONE KNOWS THE TIKTOK RIZZ PARTY BRUH…#“GOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOooOooOOOH 😈😈😈😈😈👹👹👹👹👹👹👹”#So just imagine Leo doing that in the fic jdbdgdgeh #Tmnt tickle 🐢

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stup1d-lee · 4 months ago

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first post here…if you recognize me…shh..

#lee!mikey #ler!leo #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle art #sfw tickle community #tickle art #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fanart #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #artist #art #digital art #rottmntfanart #AHA-UHHH #artists on tumblr #first post

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squiggly-mctwig · 2 years ago

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Heyyyyy wassup @tastybluesprite and the other people that I told I would make that animation back in feb from this post

WELL I FINISHED IT YARHARHAR

(Turn audio on!!)

#sfw tickle community #squigg drawings #sfw tickles #rottmnt tickle #lee!donnie #ticklish!donnie #ler!leo #do you have any idea how flustering this was to make #ok but my whining aside this was very fun to animate!#i love doing these sm!

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gaybananabread · 1 year ago

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Oh my gosh congratulations on the milestone!! 🥳💖 I would love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe lee Mikey and ler Leo or lers Raph, Leo and Donnie. I’d love Dragon Fruit, Oranges & Grapes! Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing well! 💖

Fruit(s): Dragon Fruit, Oranges, Grapes

AAAAAHG THANK YOU! You're so nice all the time, just make my brain go (>w<)✨! Been a hot second since I've done something for Rise, these boys need some more love from me. (Got carried away but we don't talk about that shhhhhshsh) Again, thank you sosososo much, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey

Lers: Raph, Leo, Donnie

Summary: Mikey tries making a treat for his bros, but things don't go as planned, bumming him out. The boys quickly notice and, after a quick wrestling match and some questions, manage to get their baby bro back into his high spirits.

Warnings: none! This is a fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“No no nononONONO!”

Feeling his heart sink, Mikey pulled his fruity Danish pastries from the oven. The charred surfaces and burning smell of the treats brought tears to his eyes. Three hours of work down the drain…

The teen had been trying to make desserts for his brothers; they’d been really supportive during his recovery from the Kraang invasion, encouraging him and helping him wrap his arms. Even Donnie had put aside some extra time to shop for arm braces. They deserved it.

His arm had a flare-up during the baking, making him take a break to put a brace on. The timer had gone off without him in the room, his poor confections roasted beyond recognition. He sniffed, dumping the marred fruits of his labor into the trash. Maybe some music and drawing would help…

“Okay, family meeting.” Raph sat down with his two of his brothers, Donnie quickly correcting him. “Teeechnically, it's a partial family meeting. If we count the main seven family members and round the percentage, it's only about 42%-” He got a hand clamped over his mouth, the blue-themed turtle interjecting. “HUSH the nerd stuff! We know what we're here for, right?”

Donnie scoffed, but stopped spouting math. All three brothers knew what the problem was. Raph took charge again, attempting some order. “Mikey's been really down all day. Raph's worried about him.”

The purple clad turtle tapped his wristlet, frowning. He had been keeping track of Mikey's expressions from the past few days.“He seemed fine yesterday. Angelo’s face only drops around two today. I hadn't seen him for a few hours, my data’s a bit incomplete. I think he was in the kitchen.”

Leo blinked, seeming shocked. “Wow. Your number craziness finally paid off.” A claw extended from Donnie’s battle shell, whacking the snarky teen upside the head. Raph stepped between them before any more chaos could ensue.

“HEY! Donnie, do ya know what he was doin’ in there?” He huffed before answering, looking down. “I…do not. Dr. Delicate Touch made me promise not to install cameras; even I won't defy him.”

That was fair; none of them wanted to go against Dr. DT… Leo sighed, twirling his mask tails as he spoke. “I've tried asking, but no dice. The dude's clearly not okay, but he won't talk about it. Little hypocrite…”

The techy teen offered an idea. “We could try to interrogate him.” Leo snorted, snapping out of his little trance. “Interrogate? What is this, one of dad's movies? Besides, it'd probably only make him more upset.”

Raph bit his finger as he thought; one bad habit he'd tried and failed to drop. He got an idea, snapping his fingers and smiling. Bingo. “I got it! Listen up boys, here’s the plan…”

Mikey was sitting on his bed, moping and dragging a pencil across some cardboard. He wasn’t making anything; it was just a nice way to destress. Things weren’t working as well as they usually did, though… A knock at his train car door startled him, making the typically upbeat boy flinch and drop the pencil. “C-coming…”

The metal slid open, an obviously forced smile on his face. All three of them wanted to wrap him in a hug, but they had to follow the plan. “Hey guys…what is it?”

Leo stepped forward, looking his brother over. He took special notice of the arm braces. “Alright hermano, the jig is up. What’s wrong?”

The boy’s fake smile faltered a bit, though he tried to keep the act going. “J-jig? I dunno what you’re talking about, Leo. I’m good!” His artificial confidence got a bit stronger at the end. It was clear he wasn’t telling them without a fight.

Raph was next to get closer, trying to sneakily box the boy in. This time, however, a small smile was paired with the chasm.

A small squeak escaped the youngest as he backed up, recognizing the look on his brothers’ faces. They wouldn’t…would they? “C’mon Mike, this can go quickly if ya just hold still.” Oh. They would.

Feeling a slight giddiness rise in his chest, Mikey ran farther into his train car, diving for his escape hatch. Raph stopped him in his tracks, using his mystic tonfā power to catch him in a giant fist. Leo ran over, being careful of his brother’s arms as he tossed him into his hammock.

“GUys- guys wahait! Mikey squirmed and kicked, the hammock swinging as he thrashed. Leo flipped his sword, opening two portals to hold his brother’s arms safely. Didn’t want him getting hurt after all that recovery time.

“Nah, there’s no fun in waitin’. Raph’s out for giggles and the truth.” Wasting no time, Raph started poking at his brother’s armpits. A genuine smile formed on the younger’s face, giggles spilling from his lips. “Rahaphie! Nohohot thihis!”

“But this is the best! You get to giggle, and we get to hear it.” Leo smirked, not wanting to miss out on the fun. “Big man’s right, Miguel. The truth will set you free~!” He moved his hands to Mikey’s plastron, scratching and scribbling on the area where his stomach would be. “LeheheHEEOOOOO! C-chohOHOME OHOHOhohon!”

“Just tell the truth, Micheal. You know there’s no simple way out of this predicament.” Donnie took in the sight of them; his co-conspirators smirking, enjoying the sound of their brother’s laughter, and Mikey, laughing and sounding happier than he had all day. He supposed it was worth breaking a few of his rules for the occasion. He pressed a button on his bo, the feather he used against Shredder popping out.

“D-dehehee? Whahat ahare youHU- NYAAAHAHAHO!” Mikey squealed as he felt the soft fibers of the feather run behind his knees. Curse him for taking off the knee pads… The armpit pokes, the tummy scritches, the feather on his knees; it was all too tickly. It was nice to be able to laugh with his brothers, though he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of them at once.

Raph chuckled, smiling warmly as his brother laughed. Those goofs were gonna be the death of him…but he loved them more than he could ever express. If it takes some playful tickles to get one of his bros to open up, then so be it. “All ya gotta do is fess up, Mikey. What’s been goin’ on today?”

He still didn’t seem like he was giving up, though it was clear he was reaching a breaking point. Donnie, ever the over-achiever, wanted to speed things up. He sent a claw from his battle shell to his brother’s knees, having it squeeze and scribble along the underside. That did him in.

“K-GAHAHAHA! DOHOHONIEHEHE! *snrk* NAHAHAH!” Raph gave the purple-clad turtle a look, sighing. “The goal is to get the truth, Donnie, not kill him.” Dee just chuckled, continuing the metallic tickles.

Kicking and thrashing like crazy, the teen finally reached his limit. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI- *snrk* IHI’ll TEHEHELL!”

And just like that, it all stopped.

Donnie begrudgingly retracted his tools, a small smile still on his face as he watched his little bro giggle. Leo followed suit, though Raph’s hand moved to the underside of the boy’s chin. He gently wiggled his fingers into the soft skin, chuckling as his little bro melted into the touch. His loud and bubbly laughter died down to soft, breathy giggles.

“Spill it, little man~” Raph practically purred as he said it, his tone softening with the next phrase. “We promise not to judge.”

Mikey whined through his giggles, but didn’t squirm. Leo had long since released his arms; he just hadn’t noticed. “Uh-uhuhum…I wahanted to make youhuhu guhuys some d-dahanishehes for helpihing me throuhugh recovery.” He looked down, still not pulling away from the loving tickles. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved them.

“Ihi uhm… Ihihi kinda buhuhurned them. H-hahad a flare-up whehen they went ihin the ohohoven…” All three brothers’ expressions softened, even Donnie’s. The thought was incredibly sweet, and it wasn’t his fault his arms still hurt sometimes.

“Mikey…listen. We love ya. Even if you weren’t an awesome baker, we’d still take care of ya.” He continued to gently scritch under his chin, though the big guy limited it to one finger. Donnie jumped in, not making eye contact. “It’s not your fault you still get pains. Based on typical recovery times, you’re actually making exponential progress. Occasional aches are to be expected.”

“If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. I could help with the baking and stuff, if you want.” Leo’s offer made his heart soar, as well as his other brothers’ kind words. Heartfelt moments like those would forever be cherished, especially that one.

He felt a few tears spring to his eyes, arms reaching for his bros’ hands. “Youhu guys are the behehest…” Raph stopped tickling, enveloping them all in a hug. Donnie whined, but he relaxed into the embrace. Mikey sighed, his heart full and the sadness from earlier in the day completely gone. He loved his brothers so freaking much…

#rottmnt tickle #kasey's fruit shop #lee!mikey #ler!leo #ler!raph #ler!donnie #ticklish!mikey #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #rise of the tmnt tickle #hamato bro shenanigans #tickle fluff #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt

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aspivampi · 14 days ago

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just for some fun

#traditional drawing #rottmnt #rise donnie #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle art

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tastybluesprite · 2 years ago

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hiya! not sure if ur still doing prompts but maybe lee!leo and ler!raph, where after a mission, leo gets his ribs banged up so raph offers to help him out despite leo insisting that hes good. chaos ensues!!!

your work is super cute! keep it up :D - epic anon

Check up

Such a cute prompt!!! I love this duo 💙❤️

Warnings: Fluff, tickling so if that makes you uncomfortable move along :P

Summery: Leo refuses to get a small check up after a mission. It’s up to Raph to force him to.

They had just gotten back from their mission. It was pretty late and they all wanted to sleep now, but they needed to do last minute patch ups before bed to make sure they were all healthy and physically functionable.

But there were times where some of them would lie and pretend to be ok, and then would end up being in even worse shape. This is why Raph created a new rule that they were all required to do check ups.

“Leo just let me check you!” Raph demanded. “Raph no! I’m fine!” Leo insisted back. “Leo, it’s mandatory! Everyone else did it no problem.”

Leo rolled his eyes “Raph, I don’t like being babied. I didn’t get hurt. I’m completely ok. I’m just tired.”

Raph sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Ok… fine. Leo, you brought this upon yourself.” And he suddenly shouted “MAD DOGS ATTACK!”

Leo found Donnie and Mikey both pinning him to the ground. Leo struggled and squirmed. “Raph stop!!” Leo protested. “It’s for your own good Leo.” Raph told him sternly.”

Now that Leo was restrained, Raph had free rein to check him. Raph began prodding and pressing up and down his sides.

Leo felt awful tickly sensations corse through him with every touch.

“Leo see? I told you! You’re obviously hurt!” Raph said. Taking his younger brothers squirming and wincing for being in pain.

Leo clenched his teeth. “N-no.. I-I’m..” He shut up to prevent laughter from bubbling to the surface.

Raph hit a particularly sensitive spot and Leo gasped, his breath hitching as he flinched. Again, Raph took it for him being in pain. “This part here must really be injured…” Raph said, prodding the spot even more.

Leo couldn’t take it. “N-nahoho g-gehet ohohff!!” Leo kicked out at Raph, his giggles finally escaping.

They all paused. Raph the gave Leo a wobbly grin. “Wait.. did you not want us checking you because you’re ticklish?”

Leo blushed. In truth they already knew he was. He did like being tickled. It was just embarrassing to not be able to handle this sort of thing.

After Leo articulated this to his brothers, Raph sighed. “Leo, if you were uncomfortable with it I would’ve tried to make it better somehow for you.”

“Y-yeah.. I know…” Leo muttered.

“Cheer up Leo!” Mikey grinned, poking his side and making Leo flinch.

Raph then smirked. “Yeah Leo, don’t be sad.” He began digging lightly into his ribs. Leo burst into bubbly giggles, trying to get out of Donnie and Mikey’s grip.

Raph just scribbled over his tummy and sides. “Hey Raph,” Donnie interjected and smirked, “go for his thighs. He loves it.””

“W-what.. nononNOHAHAHA!!!” Leo exploded into cackles as Raph began squeezing at his younger brothers thighs. Leo was sooo going to get Donnie back for this.

“NOHOHO MOHOHORE IHIHIM SOHOHORRYY!!” Leo shrieked, kicking his legs out. He then laughed himself into silent hysterics.

Raph figured he didn’t want to accidentally kill him and stopped.

Leo took a few moments to catch his breath. “I.. hate… you…” he breathed out.

“Careful Leo.” Raph grinned. “Don’t forget your position here.”

He motioned Donnie and Mikey to let him go.

Leo was totally gonna get them back for this.

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anxious-lee · 10 months ago

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@totally-not-a-tickle-blog thank you for the templates 🫶🫶🫶

#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #tickle meme #rottmnt tickles

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jamiesgotchu · 6 months ago

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"don't you DARE say the t-word!!!!" HELLOOOOO?? @pocky-dragon

#NOT TICKLES BUT #LIKE COME ON #how very lee of you micheal #sfw tickles #tickle community #rottmnt tickles #jamie'srants #sfwtickles #sfwtks #sfwtwords #tickling community #jamiesvids #tickle scene

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smiley-star · 5 months ago

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Haunted?

Leo is being haunted? He doesn't know who’s doing it or why they are, but it's driving him crazy!

(tickling, sfw, as always tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI! THIS ISN'T FOR YOU.)

Lee: Leo💙

Lers: Future Mikey🧡, Future Donnie💜, Future Raph❤️ + a bit of Future Leo💙

Leo sighed, walking out of the dojo and heading to his room. It was three in the morning, he'd been training since eight the previous morning, only stopping for water and to use the bathroom.

He opened the door to his subway car, closing it and flipping on the light. He was exhausted and aching all over.

He stumbled into the room, yawning and tempted to just collapse on his bed.

“No being lazy, Leo!” He scolded himself out loud as he grabbed his sword from his mount, “One more set, and then you can sleep.”

He started walking back to the door, only to jump and drop the sword as he felt hands tickling at his plastron.

“Wahhahahat?” He giggled, whirling around and seeing nothing.

“That was weird,” He mumbled, turning back and gasping when he saw his sword was gone, “Hey!”

“Who's pranking me!?” Leo demanded, searching around his room, “Guys! This isn't funny!”

He looked through his closet, under his bed, anywhere that someone or some type of tech could hide, but couldn't find anyone or anything.

“Where did my sword go?” Leo muttered, looking around the room and a bit outside of it. He finally left, searching around his train car and then started looking around the lair.

Everyone was asleep, but he carefully searched their rooms but found nothing. He looked through the living room, kitchen, but couldn't find the sword anywhere.

“I'll just use one of the practice ones,” Leo muttered angrily, throwing down one of the pillows he'd lifted while searching throughout the couch.

He walked to the dojo angrily, muttering to himself about ‘stupid portalling swords’ and turned on the light in there. In the center of the room was his sword.

“How did you get here!?” Leo exclaimed, shutting the door so no one would hear any noise from his training.

He hurried over to it, only to shriek about halfway through and double over.

Because suddenly there were hands mercilessly tickling and scribbling at his sides.

“NAHAHAHAHA-” Leo squealed, wrapping his arms around his sides frantically, “WHAHAHAHAHAT!?”

The hands merely lifted his arms above his head, and then another set started tickling all over his plastron and sides.

“WHOHOHOHO IS DOOHOHHIING THIIHIHIHIHS!?” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in laughter and squirming so hard he fell onto his shell, “NAHAHAHAAH! STAHAHAHAP!”

Whatever it was kept tickling his mercilessly, scribbling at his sides, underarms, neck and knees.

“HAHAHAHAHA! AAH HAHAHAHAH!” Leo laughed, kicking his legs and squirming, trying to break his wrists out of the invisible hands holding them.

He squealed as he suddenly felt a raspberry being blown on his ribs, shrieking out laughter and squirming even more.

“NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs as ticklish raspberries were blown all over his sides, not a single spot left alone.

“TOOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHHCH!”

The hands all disappeared at once, leaving Leo to lay on his side and giggle, curling up.

He rubbed at his tingling sides, getting rid of the phantom tickling sensation.

“Whahat was that?” Leo giggled, completely flabbergasted.

He slowly pushed himself up, standing upright and shaking his head to focus again. But the second he took a step towards the sword. . .

The hands were back. And tickling even more than before. Leo shrieked, falling over and backwards and curling up to try and cover his sides as much as possible.

“STAHHHAHAP!” Leo squealed, laughing as the hands tickled at his exposed sides and plastron, “HAHAHAAHA!”

They finally left again, and Leo giggled, staring at the sword, “Is it cuhuhursed or something!?”

He stood up again, quickly backing away from the sword and sighing.

Sorry beautiful, I gotta use a boring old sword.

He walked over to one of the storage closets, grabbing an ordinary katana and promptly dropped it as hands started tickling his knees.

“NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE!” Leo squealed, immediately losing balance and landing hard on his butt as he tried to shove away whatever was tickling his knees.

But he couldn't feel anything, only the merciless tickling.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, trying to yank his legs up to cover. The hands kept his legs still and continued tickling his knees.

“STAHAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, slapping his hands on the ground and happy stimming them, “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

The hands disappeared, leaving Leo to flop back and giggle and gasp.

“So no swords huh?” He asked out loud, squeaking as a hand lightly kneaded at his knee for a moment before disappearing, “I'm gonna take that as a yes. . .”

Leo took his phone out, grimacing at the time; three thirty five in the morning.

“Might as well head to bed,” He muttered, “Can't train with my swords now.”

He got up and headed back to his room, flinging himself on the bed with an irritated groan.

“This is so stupid,” He mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.

It took around two hours, but he managed to fall asleep for a bit.

🧡💙💜❤️

“Morning Leo,” Mikey greeted as Leo mumbled back a tired reply, “What are you doing today?”

“Gonna train some more,” Leo said with a yawn, immediately switching on the coffee maker and grabbing a protein shake.

“Oh,” Mikey looked a bit crestfallen, “Will you stay for breakfast?”

“Sorry, Mikester,” Leo apologized, “Got a strict routine to maintain, now if you'll exCUSE ME!” Leo squeaked at the end, hurrying out of the room.

Mikey looked confused, but shrugged. Leo had been acting weird since the invasion. Although he was planning a massive intervention with Dr Feelings and Dr Delicate Touch soon.

Meanwhile, Leo practically ran back to his room, managing to slam the door shut and lock it before the giggling started up.

“Nohohoho!” Leo squealed as he felt hands tickling at his hips, “StahaHAAHAhap!”

He squealed as the hands continued tickling, slightly squeezing too and making him laugh louder.

“OHOHOKAY! I'll gohohoho hahahahave breakfast with thehehehehem!” Leo squealed, and the tickling finally stopped.

He huffed, taking a moment to breathe before heading back to the kitchen.

“Oh hey Leo,” Mikey said, looking upset.

“Uh, I uh- need any help with making breakfast? I think I can skip my routine just this once,” Leo offered, and Mikey's face lit up so much he felt horrible for having refused in the first place.

“Yeah! Go ahead and grab me that bowl!”

❤️💜💙🧡

Leo had been training for around four hours now. Raph had joined at about 8 but left around 11. It was now noon and Leo hadn't taken a break or gone to get lunch.

“Hey Leo,” Raph called, poking his head in the door, “Mikey's got lunch for you in the fridge.”

“Alright, thanks,” Leo said, knowing he wasn't going to end up having it. It always made him feel bad, but getting better was more important. It was the only way to protect his family.

Raph left, shutting the door behind him. A few minutes went by, and Leo got a text letting him know his brothers were heading out to some convention.

Angelo: Wanna come with us? :D

Leo: Can't, sorry! U guys have fun tho!!

Raphie: Okay :(

Twinsie: I'm forcing you to join us for the next one.

Leo rolled his eyes, putting down his phone and then went back to his katas.

He heard the faint sounds of his brothers leaving the lair, and then silence.

Right as he shut his eyes and really got in the zone, he suddenly squealed as massive hands started tickling his tummy.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo squealed, falling over and opening his eyes, only to see absolutely no one.

“NAHAHAHAHT YOU AGAHAHAHAHAIN!” Leo squealed as the ghost(?) continued mercilessly tickling his tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHO!” Leo shrieked, thrashing and trying to cover his tummy with his hands, but even though he couldn't feel anything, it was like the hands were already there and he could only set them overtop.

Leo squealed as the hands tickled harder, making him laugh and kick his legs, thrashing, “TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHHCH! I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!”

Leo shrieked as the hands continued tickling at his tummy, lightening and then tickling harder. It was unbearable, making him laugh hysterically.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Leo screamed as he felt a raspberry being blown on his tummy, “NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT!”

Leo squealed, laughing and trying to curl up as the hands continued tickling his tummy, before they began gently tickling, almost feather-like and making him giggle hysterically.

He covered his face with his hands, laughing as the tickling started up again and felt his face burning.

He yelped as a large hand grabbed his wrists, lifting his arms above his head and then screamed as he felt raspberries being blown on his tummy and then gently nibbling.

“NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT!” Leo squealed as the ghost did the thing Raph did; pretending to eat his tummy, he even felt a snaggletooth, only adding to the tickling feeling.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH! AHAHAHAHARE YOU INVISIHIHIHHIBLE!?” Leo squealed, thrashing and squirming. He kicked his legs on the ground as more raspberries and were blown all over his plastron.

“NAHAHAH THEHEHEHEHERE!” Leo shrieked as the hands suddenly released his and grabbed his leg. They started mercilessly scribbling at his knee, making him shriek and kick his free leg.

Leo screamed, laughing hysterically as a raspberry was blown across his knee, he smacked his hands on the ground, “STAHAHAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING MEEHEHEHEHEH!”

The tickling continued on his knee for a while longer, before eventually stopping, leaving Leo a giggling mess on the floor of the dojo.

“Whyyyyy is this hahappening!?” Leo giggled, huffing as he rubbed at his tummy to abate the phantom tickles.

He pouted, grabbing his phone and messaging Raph.

Leo: Was that you!?

Raphie: What??? (1 image attached) We're watching a show rn!! It's abt weapons!! U should've come!

Leo: Sorry, I'm busy training!!

Okay so not Raph, he would've admitted to it over text by now. And he was very distracted by the alien weapons show at the convention they were at.

Leo sighed, standing up and stretching, “Alright ghost or whatever thing you are! You're gonna leave me alone and let me train in peace! You hear me!?”

Leo was standing firmly with his arms crossed, looking determined and threatening. For. . .all of three seconds. It was almost funny, really, how quickly he immediately squealed with laughter and fell over, hands clutching at his tummy.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! LEHEHEHEAVE MEEHEHEHEHEH ALOHOHOHOHONE!” Leo squealed, trying to cover his sensitive tummy as the massive pair of hands tickled it mercilessly, “NAHAHAHA! NOOOO! STAHHAHAP!”

He kicked his legs uselessly at the invisible threat, cackling, snorting, and squeaking as the tickling only got stronger for his efforts.

“WHAHAHAHAHAT DO YOU WAHAHAHANT ME TO DOHOOHHOHO!?” Leo squealed, laughing hysterically as his tummy was tickled.

Leo squealed as one large finger started tracing at his plastron, laughing as his tummy was tickled, but it continued tracing the same shape over and over.

It took all of Leo's focus to realize it was an arrow, pointing towards the door.

“Leheheeave the roohohohhoom?” Leo giggled, squealing as the tickling started again and then the word ‘yes’ was traced like the arrow had been.

Leo shakily got up, giggling like a madman as the hand lightly, almost like a feather barely grazing his plastron, tickled at his tummy as he walked, nearly making him fall a few times.

Leo stepped out of the dojo, giggling as the hand tickled a bit harder and then an arrow was traced pointing towards the kitchen.

“Ohohohokay!” Leo giggled, confused and giggly from the constant tickling. He made his way to the kitchen, where he was immediately tickled harder.

“HAHAHAHA-! I DID WHAHAHAT YOU WAHAHAHNTED THOUGH!” Leo squealed, confused and nearly falling over.

He giggled as the tickling stopped and an arrow was traced, pointing at the fridge.

“The fridge?” Leo giggled, opening it as the hands started tickling gently again, “Can ghosts even eat? Hey! What's a ghost’s favorite fruit? Boo-berries!”

Leo immediately grimaced, he wasn't supposed to be joking or saying stupid stuff anymore. He was supposed to be the serious leader now. Supposed to protect everyone.

He smacked himself on the forehead, shaking his head and muttering, “Stupid.”

He squealed as the hands suddenly doubled down, tickling relentlessly and making him fall over and shriek.

“WHAHAHAHAHAT DID I DOHOOHHOHO!?” Leo squealed, trying to cover his tummy with his arms and kicking his legs.

The hands tickled harder, and Leo screamed as another set started tickling his sides like they had before.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT-!? THERE'S TWOHOHOHOHO OF YOHOHOHOU!?” Leo squealed, laughing and thrashing as hands tickled mercilessly at his sides and tummy.

He shrieked, banging on the ground with his fists and kicking his legs helplessly, “NAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHHCH!”

The tickling finally stopped, and Leo shakily got up.

“You alright, kid? Sounds like someone's dying in here!”

“Leonardo!” Leo exclaimed, rushing over to the future version of himself and immediately engulfing him in a hug.

“Oof-! Nice to see you out of the dojo,” Leonardo said with a grin, “You alright? I heard you freaking out in here.”

“I think I'm being haunted,” Leo exclaimed, face flushed from embarrassment as Leonardo put a hand on his head.

“Haunted?”

“Yeah! Ghosts or some invisible thing keep tickling me!” Leo exclaimed, embarrassed, “Make them leave me alone!”

“Tickling you?” Leonardo repeated, a smirk forming on his face, “Like this!?”

Leo squealed as Leonardo started tickling his tummy, making him shriek with laughter.

“OYAAHAHAHJJII!” Leo squealed, jumping back and giggling.

Leonardo laughed, “I know what's doing it, but you can't see ‘em.”

“What!?” Leo exclaimed, “How do I see them!?”

“Try meditating,” Leonardo suggested with a grin, “If they'll let you, they don't wanna be seen yet.”

“Well too bad! I'm gonna see them,” Leo said firmly, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Good luck, little blue,” Leonardo snickered, ruffling the top of Leo's head, “And get some lunch while you're in here.”

“Ugh, why-,” Leo squealed as hands started tickling his tummy again, quickly disappearing.

Leonardo laughed, throwing his head back in amusement, “That's why.”

“You suhuhuhuck!” Leo giggled, rubbing away the phantom tickling.

“It's not me,” Leonardo laughed, “Eat your lunch, make sure you take a break while training.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leo muttered, opening the fridge and grabbing the sandwiches Mikey had made for him.

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“STAHAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, falling over backwards out of his meditation pose and squealing as hands mercilessly tickled his thighs.

“NOHOHOHO!” He shrieked as they kneaded and pinched at them, “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

He squealed, laughing hysterically as the tickling doubled down, squirming and kicking his legs as hands mercilessly tickled and kneaded his thighs.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, eyes shut tightly as happy tears formed in them, “NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He squealed as the hands started squeezing, making him laugh, hands flapping frantically in happy stimming, “NA- HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He shrieked as the hands pinched, making him cackle and snort.

This is worse than when Donnie does it!

Wait a second-!

“DOHOHOHONIE!?” Leo squealed, feeling the hands freeze for a moment before tickling harder, “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!? IT IS YOHOHOHOHOU!?”

He didn't get an answer, instead was just tickled to pieces. Shrieking and squirming and laughing hysterically.

Finally, the hands disappeared and the door to the dojo opened, revealing a smirking Leonardo.

“I got told to bring you some water and make sure you weren't dead,” Leonardo chuckled, walking over with a water bottle and helping the giggling teen sit up, “I see you figured out who it was?”

“Yeah! I dunno how Mikey, Raph, and Donnie learned to become invisible but-” Leo cut off his angry ranting at the sight of Leonardo cackling.

“What!?”

“No! They're not invisible,” Leonardo laughed, putting a hand on Leo's shoulder, “These are my brothers; hamato ghosts.”

“Oh,” Leo said, then his eyes widened, “Oh! Oh! Wait- why have they been tickling me!?”

“We're all worried about you, little blue,” Leonardo sighed, “You're cooped up in here and not living your life.”

“But I have to train more,”

“You can train, but you also gotta take care of yourself and spend time with us,” Leonardo explained, and Leo felt his heart leap a bit at ‘us’, he used to imagine his future self would always hate him, but Leonardo was nothing like how he'd imagined.

“Oh,” Leo whispered quietly.

“Oh indeed,” Leonardo chuckled a bit, “They were tryna keep you from training, and had a bet going on who could get you to cry from laughing first.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, Donnie won,” Leonardo huffed, “Some things never change. Stupid twin always knowing where to tickle us.”

“That is so stupid!” Leo giggled, “I can't believe they did that! That's so dumb! And you didn't tell me!”

Leonardo looked sheepish, “It's not dumb! We were trying to help you!”

“In a dumb way!” Leo laughed.

“Y'know, I haven't had my turn torturing you with tickles yet!” Leonardo said evilly, tackling Leo.

Loud laughter and shrieks were heard not long after.

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