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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟺𝟻
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️
𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎…
(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 👁️👄👁️…
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
“Are we there yet?” Mikey whined loudly.
“Uh…no?” His immediate older brother said, sighing impatiently.
“…Are we there yet now?” Mikey whined louder.
“No, Mike.” Donnie huffed through his palm as he rested his cheek on his hand, effortlessly playing his Nintendo Switch as he started to drown out his younger brother’s consistent complaining and restlessness.
Which…you would think he got used to by now.
The orange cladded turtle let out a short grunt loudly and dramatically, dragging his hands down his face, “Are we there yet now—?”
“Mikey, I swear to God if you ask that question one more damn time I will not hesitate to open the car door and throw you into ongoing traffic.” Raph growled lowly at the youngest.
“Boys…be nice to each other, please…” Splinter exclaimed from the front seat as he drove.
“But Dad! Mikey’s being annoying!” The tallest turtle moaned and groaned as he sunk in the middle seat.
“When is he not?” Donatello mumbled under his breath.
“Boys…” The rat said warningly.
“…Sorry, Dad…” The teenager’s grumbled collectively as they glared at one another.
The rodent father sighed, plugging his phone into the car unit as he stopped on a red light. “…Why don’t we listen to some Podcasts on the radio?” He offered, trying to find something that his boys would enjoy that didn’t involve ripping each of their tails off.
“Yohou listen to podcasts?” The purple banded teenager exclaimed curiously as he took off his headphones.
“Of course!” Splinter announced proudly, “I’ve been listening to this one that Spy-itify recommended me…it’s really good and well thought out!”
“It’s…It’s…'Spotify', Dad…” The hazelnut eyed teen corrected.
“That’s what I said; 'Spy-itify'.” The father said simply, causing Raph to facepalm and stuff his face right back into his phone.
“What’s the podcast about?” Michelangelo asked as he leaned his head on the closed window as Splinter started to drive again once more.
“It’s about this man talking about nature…it’s extremely interesting; I think you three will enjoy it.” The charcoal eyed rat explained.
“Huh…sounds cool enough.” Donnie snickered, “What’s the guy’s name? Like, the one who mainly talks in the podcast and stuff.”
“Zach Green.” The rat said.
“He sounds like a drug dealer…” Raphael mumbled under his breath, earning some small snickers from his younger brother’s as their Dad started to play the podcast in the vehicle.
A guy, most likely 'Zach Green', started singing as there was a ukulele playing in the background…
…And he sang…
…And sang…
…And. SANG.
And the three teenager’s wouldn’t have minded if the dude sounded…y'know, good!
But he didn’t sound good.
At all.
“Grass is green~! The green is the grass~! The grass is the green and the green itself is greeeen~!” The speaker’s sung as the three teenagers collectively sighed as the Podcast continued to play amongst them.
“…How about we play 'I spy' instead of listening to Shaggy get high?” Mikey suggested as his Dad hummed along to the tune…
Poor soul probably knew this song from heart…
“Anything but this.” Donnie agreed.
“Best idea I’ve heard all day.” The second oldest murmured, crossing his arms as he looked at the youngest expectantly, “Well? You gonna say 'I spy' or what?”
“Let a guy think for a moment!” Mikey shrieked, “Okay, okay, okay…I spy with my little eye—”
“—More like pink eye.” The turtle with glasses giggled under his breath, trying to cover it as a cough as he saw his younger brother side-eyeing him. “Y'know, Dee…we could really go.” The orange banded teenager glared.
“Bet. Catch me outside. 3:30 on the dot.” The purple cladded mutant threatened.
“Bet.” The youngest repeated.
Donatello raised an unamused brow, “I already said 'bet' you phrase snatcher!”
“You don’t own the word 'bet', you four-eyed freak!”
“God— 'BET' YOURSELVES!” Raphael snapped, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “I swear to literally anything and everything holy I am completely envying the fact that Leo doesn’t have to suffer in this freaking hell-hole with me.”
The second oldest leaned forward and tapped his Dad’s shoulder, “Speaking of which…how come Leo got to study with April while I—”
“We.” Donnie corrected swiftly.
“—I had to stay with these two excuses for mutants, Dad?” Raphael continued, frowning deeper as his Dad became unresponsive and became completely entranced by the radio, “Dad? Dad? Dad? Daddy? Father? Dad— aaaaand you have your 'I’m locked in to this music' face…gotchu...” The tallest turtle huffed as he sat back down in the middle seat.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” The youngest huffed, “I spy something…grey/gray.”
“Grey/Gray? Grey/Gray as in ashy? Ashy as in you?” Donnie smirked, his smirk turning to a smug grin as the orange banded teen glared back at him with a mix of disdain and pure disgust.
“Donnie, I swear—”
“Is it the car seat?” Raph muttered, dying in complete humiliation about the fact that this was his onlysource of entertainment.
Michelangelo shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the seat, “Nope. Try again.”
“Is it…Dad’s fur?” The turtle with glasses guessed.
“Nooooooope!” The smallest mutant dragged out, sticking his tongue out at the second youngest causing Raph to just sigh, slumping in the chair further.
This car ride was going to be his 13 Reasons Why…
“Okay…seriously, though. Raph-Taff, what’s up?” Mikey asked carefully, looking over his older brother’s stiff and utterly overall unhappy demeanor.
The second oldest just grunted, glancing away and his frown drooping as he locked eyes with his immediate younger brother, “You can tell us anything.” Donnie assured.
“Well…not everything. Almost everything. Semi-everything.” The genius clarified, “Buuuut you get the point…”
“No, no Ihi really really dohon’t...” The red banded teen grimaced.
“What Egghead Humpty Dumpty is trying to say is that you can tell us what’s bothering you. You haven’t been your usual…let’s just say 'Sarcastic Sappy Self'.” The hazel eyed teen confirmed, biting back a chuckle as he saw his purple themed brother gasp in offense.
“I just needa get out of here…” Raphael emphasized, rubbing his temples like he’s seen centuries worth of knowledge, “School was rough. School is annoying. Kids are annoying. Y'all are annoying— no offense.”
“None taken.” The two youngest said in sync.
“And I just need to distress…” Said the older turtle, going on his phone only to be met with a completely pitch black screen, “And my phone is dead. Yip dee doo da fuckin' day…” He cursed.
Mikey rubbed his chin in thought, leaning on the inside door hand rest, “I have an idea for that, actually. Just trust me.”
“'I have an idea' and 'just trust me'…two words I never want to hear come out of your mouth ever again.” Donatello insisted almost immediatelty.
“Shut up.” The smallest mutant exclaimed to his immediate older brother, inhaling and exhaling loudly before continuing, “Okay…so I spy with my little eye—“
“Seriously?” The elder mutant deadpanned.
“Trust me, I said!!!” The younger shouted once more to try and get his point across, “I spy something…black.”
“…Black?” The second youngest asked, tilting his head.
“Black.” Mikey confirmed.
“Ohooo…black.” Donatello snapped his fingers, nodding as he relaxed in his seat.
“Black!” Michelangelo beamed as Raphael looked around in confusion, wondering if his younger brother’s were going to elaborate on this whole 'black' nonsense or if they were just going to communicate via gibberish.
The red banded teen scratched his head in confusion, “…What is happening…?”
The youngest gave his red cladded older brother a knowing look, causing the red cladded mutant in question to just simply sigh longly, “Right riiiight…trust. I got it…”
“Uhhh…” Raphael hummed, looking around the car for something…well, black; as his little brother’s so veeeeery clearly stated.
The chocolate eyed teen raised an uncertain eye ridge, pointing at his own black sweatshirt that he was wearing.
The purple and orange duo nodded, “See? Black!” Donnie grinned, poking his older brother’s sides and causing his older brother in question to shriek loudly and try to cover his middles, wiggling his way over more to Michelangelo.
Whiiiiiich…was a first.
“Yeah! Black!” The smallest mutant smirked cheeringly, prodding the other side of the black sweatshirt wearing boy, “You got it?”
“Ihihi gohohot ihihat I-Ihi gahat ihat!!” Raph said immiediatley, kicking his legs on the car floor as he pushed on the other two’s shoulder’s. “Ehhhhh…I don’t think you do…” The young genius teased lightly.
“Dohon’t a-act smahart with me yohou l-lihittle shIHIT NO!! Mihikey nonononohoh!” He said as he saw Mikey wiggling his fingers near his neck, causing him to try and hide his face in Donnie’s shoulder, swatting the youngest away.
“D'aww~! Hey, big bro! Need a hug~?” The scientist said innocently, wrapping the taller in a hug as the shortest of the three skittered and scratched the red banded mutant’s shell lightly; almost barelytouching it.
The red banded mutant in question wheezed loudly, banging his fists on the car seat whilst his legs stomped up and down, “Wohohoah! Mr. Deflating Balloon Man— yohou okay?” Mikey teased, making sure to trace the patterns on his elder brother’s shell in a very veeeery mean manner.
“Are you boys alright back there?” Splinter asked, getting out of his trance as the podcast soon and finally ended.
“We’re fine!” Donnie beamed, wiggling his fingers into the crooks of the chocolate eyed teen’s neck right beside him, “Right, Raph?”
Raph squealed loudly with laughter, not answering.
Well…not answering in word form, perhaps.
The Father rolled his eyes fondly at his son's, looking away from the rearview mirror and focusing back on the road.
“See!? He agrees.” The youngest beamed, “We’re perfectly fine and dandy, Dadio.”
“'Fine and dandy?'” Donnie repeated in amusement, causing the orange banded teen to almost laugh as loudly as Raph currently was.
Key word: Almost.
“Fine and dandy.” Michelangelo confirmed, kneading his hot-headed brother’s hips and sides as the taller leaped like a drunk frog, “STAHAHOP!! HIC LEHEHET HIC HIC GOHOHOH!!!”
“People are gonna think we’re beating you up or something by the way you’re squirming, bud.” The purple banded turtle joked, letting go of the taller teenager as the smaller teenager spidered his fingers all over his tummy.
“MIHIHIHIKEY!!!” The older wailed, pushing the other’s hands away as they slowly but surely stopped.
The two youngest’s giggled, fist bumping each other for successfully turning Raph’s frown upside down.
Splinter drove into the O’Neil’s driveway as Leo walked out of the front door to the apartment, waving his goodbyes to April as he got into the car.
The eldest sat in the front seat, buckling up as their Dad drove to their home.
The blue banded teenager let out a small snort, looking towards the back to see his immediate younger brother’s face the exact same shade as his own bandana, “Jeeheez..whahat dihid I miss?”
“I daha— hic don’t wanna tahalk ahabohout it…” Raph grumbled, his beet red blush deepening on his face as Donnie and Mikey snickered slightly, giving each other one last fist bump of victory.
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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)
This is a Rise fic! Also, it's based off of the intro to Smart Lair! (The episode starts with Donnie screaming, with Leo and Mikey chasing after him. Raph comes in and stops them, then Donnie complains about never being a mummy. I wanted to explore why he's never able to, and how he would act if he were to be a mummy.)
Lee: Mikey, Leo, Raph (implied)
Ler: Donnie
TW!: SOME SWEARING! SUSPENSE! (Dark rooms, shadows in doorways)
I split the fic into parts to help it go faster, so if there's any misinterpretation as to what's happening, feel free to ask for clarification!
"Can I please be the mummy this time?"
Raph sighed, Leo groaned, and Mikey pouted. "Donnie, if Raph lets ya be a mummy, do ya promise not to get all of of control again.. like.. that time?" The softshell straightened his posture, hands going behind his back in a neat clasped form. "I promise."
The red-themed turtle squinted at his little brother, nodding slowly. "Alright, then.. You can be the mummy." Donnie grinned sweetly, uncrossing his fingers and taking them from behind himself to do a fist-pump. "Oh yeah!"
Leo and Mikey looked on nervously.
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The Lou-Jitsu movie had begun playing, and the four sat down on the ground, going over rules. This happened every time they turned on the film, and they had all seen the movie enough times to remember the intro word-for-word anyway.
"...And no toilet paper wars. It is to be used strictly for costume."
Leo gave a sharp look to Mikey, who only shrugged. "Don't look at me! Raph started it." The slider waved him off, then tossed a roll of toilet paper to his twin.
Donnie almost caught it, sighing as he picked it off the ground. "Just so we're clear, this is directly from the packaging, right?" Leo rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Yes, you maniac-" There was a creaking door from the movie, making each brother perk up. "Shhh! Guys, Lou Jitsu's entering the tomb! Donnie, go get ready!" The purple-themed turtle got to his feet, scurrying off into the other room.
"So!" Mikey clapped. "Who's scared for their lives?"
All three of them raised their hands.
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The lights were turned off, and Leo started standing on Splinter's armchair, quoting along with the scene as it played. "And I, Lou-Jitsu, will defeat you, mummies!"
A metallic sound came from the sewer tunnel. Mikey flinched, turning around, but he saw nothing. He was standing on the ground beside the slider, and gulped, grabbing onto the blue-themed turtle's arm at a flash of silver in the doorway. "I don't mean to break character, but.. I don't think Donnie's keeping his promise.."
Leo gave him an uneasy glance, turning around just in time to catch a glimpse of purple, much closer than a couple seconds ago.. He missed his next line, trying to get back into the rhythm of the movie. "Uh- and.. If any of you try any funny business, I'll.. send you crying to your mummy.."
When the elder turned to his brother, he saw that Mikey's face was pale, and he was inching away from the dark doorway. The sword-wielder turned, only to be met with red eyes staring at them.
"Donnie?.."
"EEEK! SHIT!"
A robotic noise came from behind the two, and the younger jumped up onto the armchair as well, almost causing the both of them to go toppling down as the other wobbled. Leo jumped at a noise behind him as well, the two silently waiting for their brother to enter at his cue. The movie had its cue pass, but nothing happened. A minute went by, the Baha-Blast duo whispering fearfully at each other.
Soon enough, the cue for the main mummy came, and the turtles held each other's arms. Donnie should never have been allowed to be anyone other than the side character who almost dies every movie..
The cue passed. Donnie didn't come.
Leo looked at Mikey, and Mikey kept staring at the doorway. "Dee?.." Another moment passed, and the two almost relaxed into the silence, except each of their sides were latched onto from behind.
"AHH! AHAAH- HAHAH!"
Leo winced at his baby brother's loud screaming, but yelped as well, hands launching down to push away the attacker. "AH! Noho!- DohOHONNIE!"
The blue-themed turtle whipped around, and was met with his twin, eyes staring blankly ahead as his hands dug into their sides. "I am a mummified Egyptian body, I am not Donatello.."
Mikey squeaked as his ribs were dug into, squatting on the top of the armchair when his knees buckled. Donnie only sat on the armrest, squeezing Leo by the thigh, effectively sending him down as well. Leo screeched, writhing on the cushion, trying to dislodge the fingers at his leg. "STAHAHAHAP! KCCH- DOHOOON!"
Metallic spider arms suddenly shot out of his battle-shell, capturing the two's arms in a hand each. Leo squirmed, eyes wide with panic, just above his knee being squeezed at. "HAHAHAH! FUHUCK, STAHAP! HEHAAH!" Donnie gave no response, tickling harder.
Mikey squealed, trying to pull his arms down, but they were pinned high above his head. He wriggled about, trying to twist his ribs out of the elder's grip. "DohoHONNIE! Ihi cahahan't-"
"Groan. I don't care~" The scientist continued to make onomatopoeia sounds, his brothers squirming and flailing. "You're both doomed to face the wrath of the tickle monster! Ghastly noises."
"RAHAHAHAPH! RAHAPH, HEHELP US! HEHE'S- HE'S NOT PLAHAHAYING RIGHT!" Leo screamed, head thrown back in hysterical cackles as his thigh was only tickled at faster in retaliation.
"PLEHEASE, STOHOHOP IT DONNIHIHIEE! NAHAH- EEEEK!-" The softshell fluttered his hand into the youngest's underarm, staring on blankly as the box turtle arched up, giggling increasing ten-fold. The movie played on in the background, but the three were not paying attention. The music escalated, almost ringing out louder than the turtle's laughter.
All of a sudden, Raph came running into the room, tackling Donnie. "Take this, evil mummy!" The softshell tumbled to the ground, almost taking the other turtles with him. Leo and Mikey, now free from his grasp, could escape, the elder grabbing Mikey's arm and rushing out through his giggles.
Donnie twisted, slipping through the snapping-turtle's arms, and jumping away. Raph whipped around, then froze at the dark glare the tech-loving teen had on. It was then that he made the connection between his other sibling's predicament, and his own. Crap..
"Uhuhm- Donnie, what- NoOHO! GET AWAY, YA DEHEMON!"
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Urghh, sorry I'm a bit behind, but I haven't had more than a couple minutes each day to get writing done. I'm doing my best, and as soon as I have more time, I'll get all of them done. Have a great day/night!
This is a 2012 fic!
Lee: Raph
Ler: Splinter
TW!: STRUGGLES WITH ANGER ISSUES! SOME ANGST!
"Just shut up, Leo! I don't care!"
Raphael twisted out of the grasp of his brother, fuming as he took off down the hall. The leader watched in concern as the younger had yet another argument with him today.
"Raph-"
"No. Screw off."
And that was that. The red-themed turtle stomped to his room, kicking the door shut. He paused, sighing, before sliding down the door and curling up. It just wasn't fair. He couldn't control how he felt, and no one would understand him if he tried explaining it. Everyone sucked. His family sucked.
Tears welled up in his eyes, because he was lying. No, his family didn't suck, he sucked. He didn't deserve to have brothers like this, or his father. Raph pressed his head into his knees.
His father.
He needed help, and Master Splinter could be the only one who would help him.
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"Uhm.. Excuse me, Sensei. Could I.. ask you something?"
Splinter looked up from his spot on the ground, and patted the spot next to him. "Come, sit with me." He hesitated for a second, but eventually, the turtle sat down.
"What is it that you wanted to ask?"
Raph sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. "Just.. Why isn't anything working? The things you've taught me.. about anger, I mean." He scrunched his face up, picking at his kneepad. "All the techniques about ignoring it, or having other outlets.. they don't help for very long. I keep.. blowing up."
The elder moved his hands from where they were at his lap, holding them out for Raph to take. The red-themed turtle reached and let his hands rest in those of his father's, a dejected look on his face.
"My son. It is true that you face the struggle of anger. I am aware that you cannot control this at times.." The rat man clasped his fingers around his son's much larger ones, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. "But it does not have to be wholly who you are."
Raph looked up, confusion evident on his face. "You have many outlets related to aggression, such as using punching bags, or battling during missions- even training. All of those are parts of what makes you who you are, but you are forgetting that not everything has to revolve around such an intense emotion." The turtle didn't seem to know how to respond, mouth opening, before shutting again when nothing came out.
When words came to him, the shorter spoke, quietly and unsure. "Then.. what am I supposed to do about anger? I don't feel like I can beat it.."
"And you don't have to. Anger is not something you can move past with ease. A lot of the time, it will always be a part of you, and all you can do is make peace with it and continue on." Raph closed his eyes, face pinched as he tried to wrap his head around the concept of just.. accepting his anger.
"But.. Sensei, what do I do when I'm out of control? Or- when I'm overwhelmed?"
"Hm.. While your current methods can help calm some of the energy you feel, perhaps taking your mind off of aggravation could give you better results." The teen looked up, perplexed. "Like what?"
Splinter smiled slightly. "Things like having fun, and enjoying the present moment. Come, and I will let you in on a secret." He leaned forwards, pulling Raph into a hug. Though a bit confused, the turtle scooted closer, hugging back.
"The saying is true.."
Raph looked up at the following silence, face pressed against his father's yukata. "What saying?"
"That laughter is the best medicine."
There was barely any time to react before being thrown into a fit of high-pitched cackles. "WhaHA! Fahather, noho- Heh!" He squirmed, hands gripping onto the clothing. Yoshi only chuckled, continuing to scritch his nails along his son's sides.
"Raphael, you must release the tension in your body." The younger shook his head, pressing into the other's side. "Ihi cahan't! Yohou're tihickling mehe! Stohop!" He wiggled to the side, but it didn't go unnoticed that there was very little effort to get away.
Raph flinched as the fingers came into contact with his ribs, elbows pressing down as much as they could with his arms lifted. There wasn't much reason to be as passive with being tickled as he was, but the red-themed mutant's hands never came to push the other's away.
"Hmm, you seem to be more tense than before.. Perhaps I should try a different spot. How about here?" The turtle shrieked, scrunching up his shoulders to his head when claws dragged down the back of his neck, then going to slip into the crook of the area. "NOHO! PleheHEASE! Ihihit tiHIcklehes!"
"I don't think this is any better.. How about here? Possibly here?"
Raph was in stitches, curling up against the elder as best he could as each ticklish spot was prodded at, sending him into quiet bouts of laughter. "Pffeheh- Nohot thehere! Fahather, plehease- IHI- Ihi can't!"
"It appears I'll have to keep trying to get you to relax, my son.."
"HAH! FahaHAtheher, noho!"
This is a 2003 fic!
Lee: Mikey, Raph
Ler: Raph, Mikey
TW!: SWEARING!
"Raaaph, come read this with me!"
Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."
Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"
The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"
The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.
"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.
"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.
Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."
When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.
"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"
Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.
It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.
He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..
Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."
For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"
The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."
Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"
"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."
"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"
"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."
"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"
"Don't be so dramatic..."
Rottmnt Lee raph spot feet, like maybe his legs are still sore so the next day his brothers get him
This is a Rise fic! Also, a part two of one of my previous writings (which I just edited a lot, because eugh boy..). You don't reaaally need the context to read this one, but it's an option to go see it here. 👇https://www.tumblr.com/savemeafruitjuice/740271394826371072/lee-raph-ahh?source=share
Lee: Raph
Ler: Leo, Mikey, Donnie
TW!: None!
Leo sluggishly entered the kitchen, plopping down in a seat across from Donnie, who was scrolling on his phone. The slider peered around Mikey, who was frying something, then went to put coffee next to Donnie. The softshell glanced up, took his mug, and then gave a sharp glance at his twin. Donnie never was a morning person..
"What, did you not get enough sleep last night?" Leo asked, getting up to pour himself water. "Unamused. Scoff. I am fine." The blue-themed turtle shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. At least that means three out of four of us are good.."
Mikey turned around at that, a concerned look on his face. "Three? Are Raph's legs still hurting from yesterday?" Leo nodded. "I went to go check on him just now. He said he'll be out in a couple minutes, but he doesn't feel better yet. Poor guy."
The box turtle nodded. "He seemed pretty upset that he couldn't finish patrol.."
Donnie suddenly chimed in, not bothering to turn around. "What about your 'tactic' to make him feel better? I thought you said that worked." Leo shrugged, going to sit back down. "It did, for a little bit." The youngest looked at the pair with confusion. "What tactic?"
"Oh, tickling. Always seemed to make us feel better, so I figured I'd give it a shot. His pain didn't go away, but our big bro definitely seemed happier afterwards."
Mikey smiled at that, grabbing some plates, and started piling food on them. "Good idea. But~.." He turned after a couple seconds, carrying food over, and setting them in front of the twins. "You only got that far as one person. How much better do you think it would work with.. three of us?"
The slider grinned. "I like where your head's at.." He thought for a moment as he started to eat, and leaned over the table.
"How about this.."
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Raphael found himself sitting next to Mikey on a beanbag, who had been trying to comfort him, the younger snuggled against him as they watched tv. Donnie, who hadn't really said much to anyone today, was sitting a good distance from him on the other side of the room, tapping away at his wrist.
Just then, the blue-themed turtle walked in, holding a small cup of paintbrushes. "Hey, Mikey?" Said mutant looked up, letting out a hum in response. "You said earlier that I could borrow some brushes for a project I wanted to do. Are these them?"
The two exchanged a glance, and even Donnie looked up, then put his phone down. "I think so. Bring them over here so I can see."
The elder complied, approaching the pair on the beanbag and holding the cup out to the smaller. Mikey took a brush out, touching the bristles before looking back up with a suspiciously energetic smile. "Yep! These are them!"
The orange-banded turtle brought the brush up to his eldest brother's plastron, and started running it along his plastron. "Feel how soft it is Raphie!" Raph instinctively flinched at the feeling, a small smile creeping up his face. "Ihi- I feel it, Mikehey."
Donatello crept over, settling hand on the back of his brother's neck. "Yes, but do you feel it in your heart?" The snapping-turtle squawked, throwing his head back in surprise. "HeeEY!- Whahat- What're youhu guys doihin'?"
Leo squatted on the ground, climbing onto the eldest's calf, and wrapped his arms around his leg, effectively holding the limb down. Raph realized the danger he was in, hands going to grap at his siblings, but was interrupted in his struggles by a burst of his own giggles as his knee was prodded at. "Wahahait! Guhuys, you dohon't have to doho this! Rahaph's okay- HEH!"
Mikey continued running the brush along his belly, swiping it over his side a few times too, while Donnie and Leo both started tickling harder, the softshell at his neck, and the slider focusing on his right leg. After straining for a moment, trying to kick Leo off, the sai-user winced at a new flare of pain in his leg, giving up and settling it again.
He swatted at Donnie's hands, unable to reach the digits that scribbled along his neck, being kept in a crazed-state of squirming at the overwhelming tingling across his body. Leo grinned, going to squeeze at the muscle of his thigh. "This tickle? Huh, big guy?"
Raph arched away from his brothers, face scrunching up in laughter. A snort ripped through the room, causing the youngest to giggle. "Ahaww, is it really thahat bad?"
"GUHUHUYS! SNRK- LEHEHEAVE RAPH ALOHONE!" Donnie smiled, raking the nails of one hand down the red turtle's shell, rewarded with a muffled shriek when Raph clamped a hand over his mouth.
Mikey switched spots, leaving his toso alone to go tickle along his other thigh, the paintbrush providing light, unbearable sensations along with Leo's rougher squeezes. With everything going on, it didn't take long for the snapper to close his eyes, throwing his head to the side as he was lost in laughter.
"Don't worry, Raph. We'll have you feeling better in no time!"
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Urgh, sorry if this doesn't run together perfectly. I'm still powering through with writing, and have time over the weekend to try and get ahead a little. Wish me luck. 💪
YESSSIRRR!!! SO SILLY!
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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟶𝟾𝟸
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️
𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡
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(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚋𝚑 💖👍🏾
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“Deehee! PlahaHEASE!! B-Beehee careful!” Raphael squeaked, covering up his face with his arms as Donatello sat on his thighs, tracing the bigger turtle’s sides gently.
“I’m always careful.” Donnie scoffed, now starting to pinch up and down his brother’s sides, “What? Do you not trust me to be?”
Raph whined through his tiny giggles, shaking his head slightly as he buried his face deeper into his arms, “I doohoo! I-Ihits jUHUST— snrk— Gohohod yoHOU knOHOW already!” The eldest exclaimed as he stumbled over his words, a light and timid blush spreading across his face.
Today— well, this whole week Raph had been in a…mood.
A bad one.
Like, a really really bad one (and you know it’s bad if two really’s are involved).
It got so bad to the point the red banded turtle literally flinched anytime one of his family members slightly moved their hands…
…So yeah. The mood was hitting hard.
And the alligator snapping turtle soon did realize said mood would only get worse if he didn’t do something about it…
…And as embarrassing as it was…he did ask his immediate younger brother for help.
But Raphael would’ve deeply appreciated it if the other wasn’t so damn teasy about it!
Well…maybe.
“Iiiiii do not. Care to enlighten me?” The softshell hummed, crossing his arms in amusement.
The older groaned, his blush deepening as his tail thumped against the bed, “Juhust beehee nihice, plehehease…”
“But, Raphalla…your the one who asked to be ti—“
“AAAHHUGH! SHUHUT UP! IHI. KNOHOW.” The tallest turtle laughed through clenched teeth, hitting his brother with his tail.
The purple banded turtle let out a short 'oof' at the contact, shaking his head fondly as he poked the other in the stomach repeatedly, “I felt that on my battleshell…but most importantly, I felt that in my shattered, discombobulated heart….” The younger fake sniffled.
“Oho sahahave me thehe theheatrics yohour fIHIHINE?!” Raphael squawked as his little brother dug his hands into his ribs.
The young scientist let out small 'tsking' noises, shaking his head in fake/mock disappointment.
“Here I am…tickling you just like you asked and this is how you’re repaying me?!” The purple banded turtle huffed, “What a cruel cruel world we live in…” He said as he made his way to the other turtle’s underarms.
The taller mutant almost immediatley put his arms down at the contact, holding his brother’s wrists as he shook his head in giddy panic, “N-Noho D-Deehee plehehease! Yohou c-cahahan’t—”
“I thought you wanted me to tickle you?” The light golden eyed mutant asked, biting back a smirk to make it seem like he was asking a genuine question.
Raphael turned his head to the side, grumbling in between his giggles at the very mean remark.
“Then stop your bitch whining and let me do my magic.” The younger giggled, enjoying every singlesecond of Raph’s flustered and giggly state.
His dear older brother asked him for tickles and he was more than happy to deliver them!
But with tickles came teases…and Raph had to understand that.
You wouldn’t have pancakes without Maple syrup, would you?
Well…personally Donnie prefers his pancakes plain (with a small block of butter on top) but you get his point!
The red banded mutant grumbled to himself again, slowly but surely raising his arms back to cover his face.
The other teen stifled a laugh, scribbling his nails inside his elder brother’s arms, “G-GahaHAD Ihihi hahate you soHOHO MUHUCH…!” The taller turtle whined through his loud laughs.
“D'aww~! You don’t mean that; you love me~!” Donatello cooed.
“S-ShUHUT UHAHAP! Ihi soHO doohoo NAHahat!!!” The other retorted.
“Pfft— you love me, Raphalla…just like how you love it riiiiiight…here~!” The younger snickered as he skittered his hands along the sides of the taller teen’s shell.
Raph arched his back, letting out a loud squeal that shook the whole lair.
Donnie momentarily flinched back at the sudden ear piercing shrill, but then immediately recovered as he went back tickling the spot.
“WAHAHAIT squeal NOHO snrk DEEHEE STAHAAAHAHAP!! Snrk STAHAP IHIT snrk GOHOHOH snrk SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!”
“Mmmm…nah. I’m good.” The softshell shrugged.
Suddenly, loud stomps could be heard from outside the young genius' door. Leonardo and Michelangelo burst into the room, both heavily panting, “WHO FUCKING DIED— oh! Hey, Don.” Leo said as he saw all was well and no one was getting absolutely slaughtered.
“Oh! Leo, Mikey! How wonderful it is to see you on this very fine day. How are you both?” The second oldest asked as if he wasn’t tickling the absolute hell out of the eldest.
“We’re fine, Dee.” The slider giggled as he saw the usual calm and collected of the four of them in such a giggly state, “Me and Mikester heard a scream and we thought something was wrong; but now we know your just tickling Raphie— so it’s all good.”
“Whyhy are you tickling him, though? Did he steal your Atomic Lass action figure again?” The youngest asked curiously.
“Not this time.” Donatello chuckled knowingly, “Raphie over here has been in a mood for quiiiiite some time now. So he kindly asked me to tickle him.” The purple banded teen said casually.
The two youngest’s exchanged a surprised yet mischievous glance with each other, non-verbally communicating with one another with just their eyes.
The orange banded turtle put a hand on his hip, squinting his eyes at the eldest, “Waaaait wait wait wait wait…lemme get this straight.” Mikey exclaimed, “You were in a mood…and you didn’t come to me?!”
Raphael audibly gulped as Donnie slowly stopped, “M-Mihihikey ihit’s nohot lihihike thahat—!”
“Oh, no need to sugarcoat, Raphalla. It’s not your fault you like my tickles better.” The scientist interrupted happily as he turned his head to see his younger brother’s shocked and very offended faces.
Leo let out a small, bitter huff of amusement, crossing his arms as he raised an eye ridge, “You gotta get those grotesque glasses of yours checked, Donathan 'cuz Raph likes my tickles the best! Right, Raph?!”
“Guhuhuys plehehease thihis ihihis soho—”
“HAH! As if. My tickles are as superb and supreme as superb and supreme tickles can get.” The box turtle said.
“Then how come Raph came to me, hm?” Donnie taunted.
The art loving turtle growled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves as he walked towards the bed, “WHATEVER! I’ll just have to prove it.”
The second youngest nodded, walking with his immediate younger brother, “Yeah! This is gonna be such a piece of cake and you two will see my tickles are the best.” The red eared slider grinned, sitting next to Raph’s shoulders as Mikey sat next to his ankles.
And good Lord the amount of ghost tickles tingling along the eldest should be so fucking illegal…
“Guhuhuys plehease! W-Weehee cahahan tahalk abohohout thihis!”
“Talk about what~? Talk about how you didn’t ask me for tickle tickle tickles and you asked Mr. Megamind over here instead~?” Leonardo teased as he fluttered his nails over the red banded mutants shoulder spikes.
“IHIHAHAT’S snrk NAHAT squeal THAHAT DEEHEEP— snrk LEEHEEO PLAHAHEASE!!” The chestnut eyed teen cackled, squirming so much his younger brother’s almost leaped in the air.
“Trying to get us off, huh, Raphilee~?” Michelangelo giggled snarkingly, putting one of the eldest’s foot in a headlock as the youngest scribbled mercilessly along it.
“MIHIHI— snrk! LEEHEEO— snrk!! GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T BREEHEEATHE!!!” The red banded teen cried, banging his fists on the mattress.
Donatello chuckled evilly to himself, sneaking his hand to Raph’s stomach, “Oooooops~!” The glasses wielding mutant said playfully at the other below him bucked, shrieked and squealed.
The eldest of the four could not believe this was happening to him…
Well, he could. But it was still hard to grasp.
All three of his brother’s were tickling him…all. at. once.
It was the most flustering yet funnest thing to happen to him this week.
And all of this was most definitely helping with his current…mood.
“YOHOHOU snrk GUHUHUYS!! THIHIS snrk TIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Raphael screeched.
“No duh.” The smallest of the four said, tickling Raph’s med arch, “Now~! Wanna admit my tickles are the best~?”
“WEEHEE’RE STIHIHIHILL snrk OHON THAHAT?!”
“Yes!” The scarlet eyed turtle scoffed, “So~? Do you need more convincing or should I go to another spot~?”
The snapping turtle kicked his legs in a result, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back as the youngest now tickled the both of his feet.
Now how the hell was Raph supposed to choose?!
As embarrassing as it was to admit…he loved all of his brother’s tickles— they were unique and silly in their own way!
Besides, even if he did have a favorite and exclaimed said favorite, the other two would just get offended and tickle him more!
It was a lose-lose situation and Raphael was not here for it…
The eldest of the four shook his head, his cackles soon becoming giggles as his brother’s slowly stopped.
“Whahaha…?” He opened his eyes to see his brother’s evilly wiggling their fingers slightly above his absolute worst spots.
Leo at his neck.
Mikey at his shoulder spikes (which the eldest isn’t even going to question how he got there in the first place).
And Donnie at the side of his shell.
Leonardo rested his chin on the red banded teen’s shoulder innocently, batting his eyes dramatically, “Last chance, bro-bro~!”
“Even though we all know you want this either way~!” The softshell quietly commented.
…What a way to call a guy out…
The chestnut eyed teen whined through his laughter, putting a pillow to his face as his tail wagged like never before…
…He fucking hated how much he was enjoying this…
“J-Juhuhust gehet ohon wihihith snrk ihihat…” The tallest turtle grumbled lowly, his blush becoming so red it blended in with his bandana.
“With pleasure~!” Donnie teased, wriggling his fingers slightly above the sides of his older brother’s shell.
The lime green eyed teen cracked his knuckles dramatically then started to wiggle his fingers fordramatic effect, “Alright~! On my count, hermano’s~!”
“One~!”
“Twooooooooo~!”
“Wait…what comes after two?” The second youngest fake pondered, tapping his fingers on the side Raphael’s neck, making the oldest’s giggles rise more in anticipatory giggles.
“LEEHEEO!!”
“Oh yeah, that’s right~! Three~!” The blue banded teen teased near the tallest turtle’s ear before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his neck whilst scribbling his hand on the other side of the taller’s neck.
Mikey lightly nibbled Raph’s shoulder spikes as Donnie tickled the sides of Raph’s shell…
And the eldest went ballistic.
He thrashed and screamed and hollered so loudly his younger brother’s were so sure they were all going to fall off of the bed!
“Hoholy shihihit…tickles that bad, huh, Raphie~?” The scientist snickered.
“NOHOHAHA— SNRK!! PLAHA— SNRK SNRK!!! SHIHIHAHAT! SHIHIT!! PLAHAHAH— SQUEALNAHAHAH!!!” The tallest turtle cackled madly, squeezing his eyes shut again as happy tears started to roll down his face. “PUHUH— SNRK PLEHEASE! YOHOU F-FUHUHUCKIN'— SNRK!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!”
“Cussing us out, now~?! Wowwww, Raphie~! I knew you wanted tickles but I didn’t know you wanted them this bad~!” The art loving mutant giggled.
“Have you guys got his palms yet?” The red eared slider casually asked as the chestnut eyed mutant’s blood ran cold.
…They wouldn’t.
They wouldn’t…
…Oh, who was Raph kidding?! Of course they would!
Leonardo grinned evilly as Mikey and Donnie shook their heads. The lime green eyed teen gently grabbed his eldest brother’s wrist and scribbled a single finger across his palm.
The older howled with laughter, getting so tired from squirming he just layed limp on the bed.
“NONONONOHOHOHO PLAHAAAAHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOT— SNRK!! NAHAH YOHOU GUHUYS!!!” The snapping turtle cried out helplessly, his tail wagging like crazy.
“Please~? Please whaaaat~?” Donatello asked.
“STAHAHA— SNRK!! STAHAHP TIHI— HIC!! NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!”
“D'aww~! You want us to stop, big guy~? Are you sure~? Cuz I could do this for hours~!” Leo grinned smugly.
“NOHO! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! IHIHI— SQUEAK! RAHAHAPH GIHIVES!” The large mutant squealed frantically, causing his brother’s to slowly stop the tickling and sit next to his sides.
Raph giggled at the phantom tickles, wiping the happy tears that ran down his face with his thumb, “Yohou hic hic guhuhuys suhuck…” He mumbled.
“Ohhh I see. So you didn’t like it?” The youngest asked, crossing his arms in amusement.
“…N-Nohoh..Ihi hic dihihid…” Raphael giggled, his tail swishing back and forth on the matress in a happy and relaxed motion.
“That’s what we thought.” Michelaneglo huffed in triumph as Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement.
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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)
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'.
Lee: Raphael
Ler: Master Splinter
TW!: SOME SWEARING!
October was a month that seemed to awaken something in the Splinterson family. Some more than others.
Mikey and Leo both loved decorating the lair and watching movies, Donnie loved listening to halloween music, Master Splinter loved doing festive activities with his sons..
And Raph loved scaring the crap out of his brothers.
Every year, he made it a point to hide in every corner, nook, and cranny, and then practically jump whoever was nearest to his spot. Sure, it annoyed everyone, but it's part of Halloween! Even if it was literally twenty-six days away..
Anyways, that's what he was doing, perched on a pipe above his pops, who was comfortably lounging in the living room, watching his soaps. Was it a bit risky trying to scare him? Yeah.. probably. But was it worth it?
..Maybe?
Raphael timed his jump carefully. He would have to land close enough to his father to startle him, but not close enough to be posed as a threat and get his ass whooped. 'One.. two.. three!'
The sai-user hopped down from his spot, just about to yell his little phrase for when he'd scare his family, but was interrupted mid-jump as Splinter seemed to have already known where he was, and flip him so that he was sprawled across his father's lap, laying on his stomach.
"BOO- Woaah!"
"Good try, my son, but you lack one important piece of knowledge... I have good reflexes." The rat mutant went to scribble over his sides, and Raph's eyes immediately went wide, biting his lip to keep from laughing. His arms went to grab his father's hands, but was immediate stopped by a squeeze to the back of his neck. It was now that he realized how vulnerable of a spot he was put into.
With sharp nails scratching at his side, and his neck, Raph had no chance of holding in the giggles that were bubbling up. "Ahah! Wait juhust'aha secohond!"
Splinter smiled. It was good to see his edgy-son laughing, even if he did need to force it juuust a little. He moved from his side to his shell, thinking about how such bright laughter would usually result from that spot. Almost as if on cue, the red-themed turtle reached to cover his face, though his laughter slipped through his fingers, warming his father's heart to hear the happy sound.
Fingers traced at the scutes of the turtle's shell, and he snorted between his laughter. "Pohops.. Lehehemmehe- SNRT! goho!"
When his son's face was flushed pink, shoulders scrunched and legs kicking out behind him, Splinter decided to give him a break, instead going to wrap his arms around him. Raph snorted again at the embrace, half expecting more tickles, but eventually calmed down, hugging his dad back.
It would've been a strange sight to anyone who didn't know the context of the situation, seeing a huge hot-headed teen cradled in the lap of his elderly father, but neither cared in the slightest. Their lives were strange, why not embrace it?
Getting on my grind with each of these 😤
Lee: Raphael
Ler: Leonardo
TW!: None!
There is a spoiler for season 4, but it's really just a character, and doesn't have to do with any main plot of the show, so read at your own risk of spoilers if you haven't watched that far!
"Aww, c'mere little guy!"
Raph chased his pet turtle Chompy around the lair. Of course, it was to train him! If he would have any chance of survival in the real world, it's necessary to have stamina, strength, and fighting skills!
At least that's what he'd say if any of his brothers asked. Raph loved Chompy like his own son! Heck- he'd even been addressed as such multiple times. Anyways, he was.. training with the little turtle, taking tiny steps, as that was all it really took to keep up, and dropped to the floor, crawling slowly over to the smaller. He snatched Chompy up, holding him above his head and rising to his feet while the baby turtle squeaked happily. "Gotcha! You can't escape from me!"
FWISH..
The sai-user turned around, sensing someone behind him, but all he saw was the empty space of the lair. 'The lair.. empty?'
"AGHK- Wha-?"
Fingers had jabbed into his ribs, and in his surprise, had almost made him drop Chompy. He quickly adjusted to cradle him in his arm, spinning around just in time to see a flash of shadow. "Mikey? I swear to-"
The red-themed turtle was cut off, as his older brother was in front of him all of a sudden, sassily crossing his arms. "You did not think I was Mikey. He's nowhere near as stealthy as me!" Raph rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at seeing the face of his brother.
"Guess you've been lacking, huh, 'fearless leader'."
Leo scoffed. "Whatever. Just thought I'd keep you on your toes. There's a lot of creepy stuff around this time of year, you know.
"Don't be so cheesy, Leo."
"It's not cheesy, its true! I've even heard tell of a.. monster."
"..."
All of a sudden, the katana-user lurched forward, Raph quickly beginning to run to avoid a tackle. He yelped, looking behind him to see his brother wiggling his fingers at him. Nope. Not today.
The younger propelled himself forward, legs pumping as he made a bit of distance. He rushed into the kitchen, looking around for a means of escape. Except.. the kitchen only had one entrance. "Sewer apples.."
The next thing he knew, the eldest had rushed in, giving him just enough time to get to the other side of the table and hold Chompy in front of him like a weapon, as if that would do anything. "Care to know that monster's name?"
Raph shook his head. "No! I don't!" Leo began closing in, forcing his brother into the corner of the counter. Chompy was once again pressed against the chest of the younger as he jumped onto the countertop. "Leave me alone!"
The elder snickered, and closed the gap between them. A hand darted out to the shorter's side. Raph fell on his butt, now awkwardly pressed between the counter and the cabinet above him, holding his pet above his head. "Go away!"
"I guess I'll just tell you the monster's name.."
Raph tried kicking out, pressing against the corner to try and gain some momentum for his thrashing. Leo grabbed one of his legs, shoving it to the side as he pinned Raph's lower half down. "It's.." At this point, the katana-user had hoisted his own leg onto the counter, half straddling his brother.
"The tickle monster!"
The younger bucked violently as his underarms were attacked, one arm going to wrestle with the ones attacking him, while the other had to stay above his head, keeping Chompy safe. "Leheo! Stohop it, I'm gonna drop him!"
Leo only smiled. "Well then, you'd better keep your arm up."
Raph glared through his giggles, trying way too hard to stop laughing. Chompy, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life, eventually being taken from the red-themed turtle's hand, and placed gently next to the fridge, out of kicking range. With less to worry about, Leo wasted no time in shoving his hands back in his sibling's armpits, resulting in an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. "Kch-HAHAH! NohohOHO! IHI swehehEAR!"
"What's wrong? Too ticklish?~"
Leo kept teasing, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he tickled, fingers wiggling as fast as they could under clamped arms.
What neither of them expected, however, was for Raph to suddenly lurch up like Mikey hearing the word 'pizza', and go tumbling onto the floor. Leo had caught his arm, so his head didn't hit the ground, and immediately started cackling. "Rahahaph, noho way!"
The shorter groaned wholeheartedly, out of breath from the dive off the counter, as well as the tickles. "Shuhut ihit."
"Here, lehet me help you uhup.."
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Boy, this one was hard to write for no reason 😭 Whatevs, I'll get better with being able to fluently write for different versions like this.
Lee raph spot feet maybe Mikey uses his chains against him
Alright, I'm using this prompt for the poll, so let's do this! I don't think this has any spoilers, so we're all good!
(A/N: I FINISHED IT. I sincerely apologize for the wait, but I hope you enjoy! 😌)
lee! Raph
ler! Mikey
TW!: Some swearing!
The sound of scuffling brothers bounced off the walls of the lair, yelps and war-cries reaching every corner of the sewers as training began. The turtles had been a bit agitated all day, leaving a very annoyed Splinter to send them all to the dojo to blow off some steam.
Per usual, a duo was sent to fight while the others watched until it was another pair's turn, Donnie and Leo going first, the leader of the team winning within a couple minutes, but now it was Raph and Mikey's turn. A cocky smile overtook each turtle's features as the smack-talk began.
"You sure you don't wanna surrender before I knock you out? You'd be saved a couple bruises if you do, you know." the two circled one another, tension creeping into the room. "Hm. I think you underestimate me, Raph. Because, if I remember correctly, I beat you the last time we trained. Yohou didn't see me coming!" cheeky giggles flooded from the freckled turtle's mouth.
Raphael was getting fed up. Suddenly, he lunged at the younger and managed to land a hit to his shoulder with the handle of his sai. Mikey grunted, swinging his nunchucks out, whining as his brother dodged. The red-themed turtle swung his leg at the other's head, following through with another one aimed at the side of his shell.
Donnie and Leo cheered for their siblings, giving each one equal praise when a hit handed. Master Splinter took note of each move, giving guidance when it was needed. "Michelangelo, keep your leg straight. Raphael, do not focus entirely on offense."
"Mikey's lasting longer than usual, maybe he's been training more?" "Not likely. He complains when we go on an easy patrol around the city. He is holding out longer than I expected though, even Sensei seems surprised." Leo whispered back, head whipping from side to side as his little siblings ran across the dojo.
Raphael lowered himself to the ground and spun around, twisting his leg so that he bent his little brother's knee, almost making him lose balance. Mikey landed a few hits with his nunchucks to the sai-user's calf, making him wince before jumping back up.
The two seemed evenly matched for once, but as time passed Mikey started to lose focus. He took a few more kicks before deciding he needed a plan to win. 'Okay, this isn't getting me anywhere. Maybe if I think like Donnie I'll get the upper-hand? Wait, I want to win. Although..' A thought popped into the youngest's head. He wasn't sure if Master Splinter would approve, but it was worth bragging rights, right?
He waited for Raph to aim a kick high up again, gaining distance with a few swings of his nunchucks in the meantime. Soon enough, the older thrusted his leg up, and that's when Mikey struck.
He ducked and backed up slightly, swinging the chain of his nunchuck around the fiery-tempered turtle's ankle, smirking as a shocked noise pushed its way out of his throat. He pulled up, forcing Raph to awkwardly hop forward as to not fall. "Mikey! You can't do that, it's cheating!"
"Well, it's not my fault I found a vantage point!" still, the younger glanced at Master Splinter to make sure what he was doing wasn't actually against one of the super boring, excessively drawn out rules that he didn't have the attention span to listen to. His father didn't say anything, merely nodding in confirmation that he could continue. Mikey smiled, pulling back even more and snickering a bit when his brother struggled to not tumble to the floor.
After a few more moments, the orange-themed turtle raised his free hand, making sure Raphael could see it before wiggling his three fingers at him. He slowly inched towards his foot, and the other turtle's face flushed as he realized what was about to happen. Desperately trying to pull back, the sai-user soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to be able to escape. With that, he made a mental note to absolutely kick this guy's shell into oblivion later. "Mikey! I swear. I am so gonna- KGH!"
The inevitable eventually came, Mikey's wiggling fingers touching down on his brother's foot as a strangled shriek filled the room. The two seated mutants leaned to the side to see what was going on, smirking when they saw the tactic the youngest had come up with.
Raphael swiftly covered his mouth to prevent any more embarrassing noises from escaping. His entire leg jolted and kicked as Mikey kept scribbling away at his foot, making it increasingly more difficult to keep standing upright. His sais dropped to the floor, clattering on the mat. "MIHIkey! Stoho- Ihi'm goHONNA KIHILL YOHou!"
Eventually, the dam burst, a wide smile forcing its way upon the older's face, his shell meeting the ground soon after. Mikey, who at this point was having the time of his life tickling his brother, followed him to the ground and sat on his calf, using his knees to hold the sides of his nunchucks down, effectively pinning Raph's foot down in the process as he scritched along the flat surface.
The elder sibling screeched and flailed in an attempt to launch his brother off of him, but the tickling was sapping his strength away. His free leg was quick to hit into Mikey, trying desperately to stop the fluttering sensation building up.
"Ohhh Raph~! Looks like I'm winning again!" the orange-themed turtle smugly taunted, unfazed by the flailing limbs coming at him. "Maybe you need to practice some mo-"
The youngest was interrupted by a loud cackle, followed by the quiet giggles of his other brothers who were more than entertained at this point, watching their edgy brother being taken down. "ShuHUt yohohour MOHOHOUTH! DAHAMNIHIHIT! STAHAHAHAP!"
Raph threw his head back and desperately tried to squirm away, arching back into the matted floor as fingers scratched at the base of his toes. Mikey, on the other hand, was smiling like a dork, 100% enjoying the usually grouchy turtle laughing his head off.
"What's the magic word?~" Mikey was full of himself, sticking his tongue out in response to a rather rude hand gesture, retaliating with a sharp squeeze to the knee. Raph couldn't handle much more at this point, and though it was beyond embarrassing to admit defeat to the youngest of the family, let alone be found in this situation in the first place, he couldn't breathe very well, and he was too weak to really fight Mikey off anymore.
"MIHIKehehey! I cahaha- I gihive uhup!" the turtle's eye-ridges arched up in surprise. "Hmm? What was that Raphie? I can't quite hear you over your girlie screams!" the elder glared at his obnoxious brother through his laughter, but despite how much he wanted to punch him in the face, he still needed to tap out. Jeez, he was never gonna live this down.
"Ihihi sahaid stoHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA!" the nunchuck-user had began quickly scribbling over the ball of his foot for a few more seconds, before stopping his hands and jumping off his brother to avoid any attacks. As soon as his leg was free, Raph kicked the nunchuck off of him, sending it flying against the wall, and promptly curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees and caught his breath.
"Michelangelo, despite using.. unorthodox methods, is the winner." Master Splinter gave a look to Mikey, who only smiled mischievously. "A turtle's gotta do what a turtle's gotta do!" he shrugged, doing a little victory dance, failing to notice that Raphael had recovered, and was now creeping up behind him, a vengeful glint in his eye.
"I won, I wo- EEK! WAHAIT! RAHAPH I'M SAHARRY-!"
"Oh, but you don't know how sorry you'll be.."
LEE RAPH AHH
alright, i want to write for lee Raph since there is basically nothing on tumblr for him, so help me decide which version I should do!
alriiiight guys. We're doin' ROT Raph first! I have a silly little idea for this one, so bear with me while I get it set up!
Lee: Raph
Ler: Leo
TW!: PAIN/MILD INJURY, FEELINGS OF BEING USELESS
A low groan escaped from the snapping turtle's throat as he waddled into the lair. Every step sent a wave of pain through his body, and having to deal with it all day meant it took much longer to complete today's mission. Raph had decided that it was too dangerous to risk slow reaction time, and possibly endangering his brothers, so he made the choice to stay home for the rest of the day. Despite how much he wanted help protect everyone, there was no way he could slow hia family down.
After another few grueling feet forward, the turtle was able to plop himself down on the large couch, letting his eyelids flutter shut. He let out a long sigh, and sleep overtook him.
Raph awoke to the sound of familiar laughs, cheery voices echoing through the sewers. A smile overtook the rested turtle's features upon hearing his family happy. Completely forgetting about his previous soreness, Raph tried to stand, flinching back as his legs spasmed slightly.
Upon entering, the other three had noticed his discomfort by now, concerned faces approaching to inspect their brother. "Geez. Raph, you okay?" A slow nod answered the slider's question, but Leo could tell he was really bummed out.
"There something you wanna talk about?" the blue-themed turtle sat on the couch to console his brother, prompting an uncomfortable Donatello to chuckle nervously before scooting himself away, dragging the youngest brother along with him. Leo rolled his eyes at his brothers, before redirecting his attention back to Raph.
"Dunno. Raph just feel kinda useless. You know, I'm usually the one protecting everybody, and with my stupid sore legs, I can't do that. Makes me feel bad." the younger's gaze softened, leaning to rest his head on the other's shoulder. "Aw, Raph. Just because you're hurt doesn't make you useless! You understand that?"
The snapping turtle shrugged a little, looking anywhere except his brother, still feeling guilty for not being able to help out more. Leo saw this, an idea suddenly popping into his head. "Hmm.. Hey, Raphie? Can you lay back down for me? I think I know something that'll make you feel better!~" The snapping turtle gave him a confused glance before sighing and laying across the couch on his side, watching Leo as he moved to sit on the lip of his shell.
The slider's soft smile morphed into a slightly more mischievous expression, though it was unseen by the other. He gave his upper-leg a quick squeeze, making the bigger's eyes widen as he startled.
"AH! Leo, w-wha-?" he was shushed as the other scooted down slightly. "Hold on, hermano. Let me help you out." and with that, the younger of the two began gently prodding at his brother's legs, making him flail a little. At a flare of pain, the red-banded turtle soon realized that moving made the pain in his muscles worse. He winced, begrudgingly letting his legs fall back down while his little brother tickled him.
"Leheho- Haha! IHit TIhickles!" giggles poured freely out of the snapping turtle's mouth as he reached for a pillow, clutching it to his chest.
"Well I should hope it does, hm?~ That's partially what I'm doing this for in the first place! Wouldn't want my bro-bro to be all gloomy!" Raph gave him a playful eye-roll through his giggles, and the other smirked, sticking his tongue out.
Leo decided to be a (mean) good brother and press into the muscle of the snaggletooth's thighs, forcing the tension out, all the while making the older one screech in ticklish agony.
"KGH- LEHOHonahardo! I-Ihi swehear! I'm coming aHAHAFTER youhu whehen thiHIS IHIS OHoveher!" A gasp was pushed through the other's mouth. "Uhum, excuse me? You are in no position to be threatening me right now!"
The slider wiggled his fingers under the red-themed turtles knees, smile only widening as his laughter was raised an octave. Shortly after, he moved back up, noticing how much looser he seemed.
A couple more minutes passed, and Leo stopped. Raphael was a giggly mess, cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he released his grip on the pillow, replacing it with his goofball brother, who just about melted into the hold. That is, until...
"You know I'm getting you back, right?"
The marked turtle began squirming in an attempt to escape the elder's grasp. He probably wasn't going to survive this, but was it worth it to help a brother in need?
Absolutely. Well.. maybe.
I'm so sorry this took me forever, and wasn't that long, but my motivation has been absolutely gone. I apologize, and I will see how fast I can get the 2012 version done. Thank you all for your patience!