#ticklish!april
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rottmnt tickle head cannons? What is your favorite tickle trope for Rise? (As in who is your favorite Lee/ler scenario)
🐢Rottmnt Tkl Headcanons♡
~Oooooh my Rise hcs! Sorry I've been so dead recently, school is kicking my ass this semester (⊙﹏⊙). I'll do character hcs first, and the trope thing at the end. Much longer than my others for sure. I need to do more for these skrunkles tbh. Slight Rise spoilers if you squint. Sorry this took 8,000 years, and thank you for requesting!~
(Casey Jr Hcs)
💥Raph🧸
General:
We can all agree that this big ol’ teddy bear loves tickles, right?
Be it a fluffy comfort or destroying a bratty brother, Big Raphie is up for it.
Taking this into account, he feels like a switch.
Might admit he likes it around the right person, though his brothers have known for years.
He has to really trust someone to tell them.
Doesn't wanna seem like he's unfit to protect his brothers. As you can probably guess, he gets lovingly ejected from that mindset when people find out.
Lee:
If he gets a lee mood, he tries to hide it and fails miserably.
Big boy will have the dopiest grin around his playful brothers, which he does a horrible job at hiding.
Can't seem to focus on his advice-giving or training. It doesn't take long for his brothers to notice.
Worst spot is his underarms. You get him there and he'll give every dog near a NYC sewer grate a headache.
Melt spots are his palms and beneath his chin. Gentle scratches on either surface melt him into a happy, giggly puddle.
Likes being tickled by anyone really close to him. He's just gotta be in the right mood for it. April kills him most often.
Amazing thing to do to him is gentle melt-spot attention to help him relax. Toss in some reassurances and praise while you're at it. He'll be in a blissful daze for hours.
Ler:
Mostly a revenge-ler, but he can also randomly get ler moods.
He loves the Tickle Monster persona, always uses it on his brothers when they're being shitheads.
A softer ler, though he isn't afraid to wreck someone if they refuse to quit (or ask).
When he's being nice, soft scribbles, flurries of pokes, and side squeezes.
“Cootchie-coo, ya cutie!”
When he's not-so-nice, you get one or two giant, inescapable tickle-claws attacking you, big squeezes and occasionally neck nibbles if he's feeling evil.
Mikey, Leo and April get it most often, though each for different reasons.
Mikey straight up asks, and big bro is more than happy to provide. Boy loves a willing lee.
Leo’s always a shit, and some Raphie tickles work wonders on taking him down a peg.
April either offers to let him tickle her as a stress/mood reliever or engages a tickle fight.
He gives the best aftercare ever (*˘︶˘*)｡♡. Cuddles, back rubs, maybe a nap in his cozy lap if you're comfortable with it. Potential hot chocolate if you're patient.
🗡️Leo✨
General:
Sassy man gives off ler-leaning switch.
Always in the mood to lovingly murder his brothers’ lungs, but occasionally likes to forget his name.
This playful goof definitely likes tickling, though he refuses to admit it. He needs to protect his coolness, afterall.
Lee:
When the lee mood hits, everyone in the house is immediately notified. Not directly, of course, but it's pretty obvious that something's up.
WAY more one-liners and flippy jokes than normal. Awkward finger guns at the end of jokes, little prods and pokes for no reason, just general annoyance.
In his mind, he'll either annoy them into wrecking him, or they'll pick up on it and help. Either way, he gets tickled.
If anyone tickles him, it's usually either Raph or Mikey. Raph gets tired of his shit the quickest, and Mikey is good at reading people.
Worst spots are his thighs and feet. Get him there, and there's no way he'll be able to even think about sassing anyone through his laughter.
Melt spots are his forearms. After a long day of patrolling the city and being awesome, some light traces there will make him a very happy turtle.
Ler:
Okay but the SASS
He's such a teasy bastard of a ler. Will tease and coo at his lee until they're a flustered, blushy mess. Then he'll call ‘em cute one more time, just because he can.
He frequently gets ler moods, but those are way easier to take care of than their opposite.
Most of the time, his lee will be Mikey or Donnie. His bubbly brother is almost always in the mood for a good tickle “fight,” and Donnie needs to relax sometimes.
Has a bit of a rough style, but does get softer moods sometimes.
During regular moods, he loves to dig into sides and bellies, attack death spots and blow raspberries to hear a lee squeal.
On softer occasions, he'll gently skitter his fingers along death spots, switching places whenever the giggling gets too loud. Maybe some tickly kisses if you're lucky
His aftercare typically consists of cuddling during a Jupiter Jim movie, snacks, and gentle praises. Makes sure his victims are smiling, even when his fingers aren't wiggling.
🎨Mikey☀️
General:
Sunshine boy loves tickling, both as a bonding activity and a coping method.
He's a lee-leaning switch for sure. Ready to get his ass handed to him, but open to helping out his brothers’ lee moods or cheering someone up.
Has magical “can say the t-word at any time” powers. You know he abuses the absolute heck out of said powers, too.
Lee:
Lee moods are no rare thing for this boyo.
Gets them very frequently, though he's actually able to ask for help when he needs it.
Either accidentally or on purpose, he's able to fluster his ler. He'll ask for more, one specific spot, tell them that they're doing an awesome job, ect.
When he gets super stressed, some cheer-up/calm-down tickles are much appreciated ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
A massive squirmer, he can't help it. Make sure to pin or hold him, or you might get an elbow to the nose (accidentally, of course; he'd never stop apologizing).
Worst spots are his knees and neck. Either spot gets him screeching, though he isn't likely to try and stop you.
Melt spot is his palms. With his mildly-terrifying mystic magic, some feather-light touches can be reassuring. Just make sure to ask first.
Everyone kinda rotates through wrecking him, though Raph and Donnie kinda dominate the field.
Either because they catch on/get annoyed the quickest or something else, he's usually found with them.
Ler:
Surprisingly formidable ler
Don't let his cinnamon-roll vibe fool you: this man can and will wreck your shit.
Tweaks his style a bit for each person. Super observant and tailors how and what he does to each lee.
Compliment-teases are his specialty. He'll have you blushing in 5 seconds flat.
“Aww, I love your blush! It's so bright and cute, just like you!”
“This squishy belly is just so ticklish, isn't it? Here I thought it was just adorable!”
“Was that a snort? No, don't hide it! Those are the best!”
His ler moods are a bit rarer, but they are absolutely something to fear (or enjoy while they last (◡ ω ◡)).
Super sweet aftercare. You can't escape cuddling (unless you can't handle the touch, he'll understand). Usually some hand-baked treats as well, depending on what he has hidden from his brothers.
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🛠️Donnie👾
He's a ler-leaning switch, but that's mainly because he's not always open for being touched.
He gets lee moods, but they're rarer. People have to ask before they try anything.
Even with ler moods, not always open to get somebody.
Communication with this boy is key.
Lee:
It takes a good combination of good day + not overstimulated + in a touchy mood, but he does get lee moods.
Tries to hide and ignore them, but it never works out. Either Shelldon finds him and helps, or one of his brothers stumbles across the mood.
If he’s super overwhelmed with a project and okay with touch, some light tickles are perfect for bringing him back to Earth.
Little hand flaps and kicks when you get him. Happy stims galore! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Worst spot is his soft shell, though armpits are a close second. Loud, bright and occasionally hysterical reactions.
Melt spots are his belly plastron and tops of his thighs. Gentle traces and scratches on either spot leave him a stimmy, giggly puddle.
Most of the time, it’ll be Leo who tickles him. It’s usually for help calming down, though April isn’t far behind.
Will never admit it, but he does enjoy both sides of tickling.
Ler:
You know this mans uses his shell attachments to wreck people.
Those metal claws? Yeah, good luck- =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
Very dramatic commentary on his lee’s reactions. His inner theater kid loves to shine. Either that, or complete monotone. There’s no in-between, and he’s never offered an explanation.
“Oh my, you’re laughing rather hard, my dear gigglebug!”
“Judging by this raucous laughter, I’d say this is your worst spot.”
“Oh, it tickles? Really badly? How unfortunate for you…”
Has absolutely made tickle-specific gadgets and I will die on this hill.
Remember the feather staff feature from the Shredder episode? He didn’t just have that for no reason.
Usually wrecks Mikey and/or Leo. They’re both very talented at provoking him, either on purpose or by accident.
His aftercare depends on his mood. If he’s cool with touch, he’ll cuddle and watch a movie with you. If not, you’ll usually get some pats from his claw and snuggles from Shelldon (yes lil’ dude is fine gimme a break)
📹April⚾
General:
Hmmmm toughie, but I’d say ler-leaning switch. Not all that ticklish, but willing to help if one of her brothers is in a bad ler mood.
She just kinda prefers to do the tickling most of the time, unless it’s for her bros.
Extremely confident, bears the magic power of saying the t-word whenever she pleases. You know she puts it to good use, too.
Being the sister of the family, she’s gotta put her bros in their places. Why not use tickling?
Lee:
While it’s not often, she’ll let Big Raphie tickle her if he needs to.
Sometimes that boy just needs someone to reassure him that he’s not hurting them while giggling their brains out.
She’s pretty good at sitting still, amazing poker face. Could easily dominate in the Arms Up game.
As I said before, not super ticklish. Serves her well in tickle fights (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
Only her ribs really get her laughing, but other than that it’s bubbly, pitchy giggles.
Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though if she had to choose a favorite, it’d be her belly.
Ler:
VERY very teasy. Easily-flustered lees be warned (˘ ˘ ˘)
Loves seeing her lee blush and sputter, finds it endlessly adorable.
“What? Oh, it tickles? Good, thought I might’ve been going too easy on ya!”
“Oooo, someone’s blushin’! How cute~”
“Wonder what would happen if I went for your worst spot… Only one way to find out!”
Giggles along with her lee. They’re adorable—how could she not?
As big sis, it’s her job to keep her brothers in line. Why not use tickling?
Frequently gives Raph calm-down/confidence-boosting tickles. Boy’s too stressed, in her opinion.
After him, it’s helping Donnie relax or pry him away from a project. Leo also needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while.
Super snuggly aftercare. Back rubs, praises and even some teases for the road, if ya catch my drift~
🔥Cassandra🏒
General:
I’m feeling ler on this one. She doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy being tickled too much, though she definitely doesn’t mind wrecking others.
Before the Hamato fam stepped in, she didn’t really have much experience in the tickly field.
Maybe one of her foot-face mentors, but other than that, nada.
That absolutely changes when she joins the bros.
Ler:
Ready to vanquish any “enemy” lee mood to help her friends out.
Rougher style normally, though she can be convinced to dial it back. You wanna forget your name? She’s your gal.
Takes her role sorta seriously, though she can be playful. Just depends on her mood.
If she does tease, it’s more observational than anything.
She just kinda says flustering stuff without meaning to.
“Well, no duh it tickles. That’s the whole point!”
“Not there? You asked me to tickle you, but scold me the moment I get somewhere? I don’t think so!”
Attacks everyone pretty evenly, but she does have a preference for April and Raph. They’re the most fun to take down, in her opinion.
Cass respects boundaries, of course. You genuinely want her to stop and she’ll be off you in seconds.
Doesn’t grasp the concept of aftercare quite yet. Once you can breathe, she’ll start asking for feedback.
“How was that? Did it really tickle? Details, giggler, details!”
If specifically requested, though, she does give a mean back-rub and/or massage. If your back or neck is ticklish, though, you’re gonna have a whole new problem~ ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )
💮Splinter🐀
General:
Splints has ler energy, ya know?
Like April, not super ticklish. He isn’t the biggest fan of being tickled, but if it’s with very specific people, he’ll tolerate it.
Doesn’t interact tickle-wise very often, but he does have his moments.
Is very aware that his children love it and tries to connect with them in that way sometimes.
Ler:
With his ninja skills and small size, he can take down even the brattiest of lees in seconds.
You see his tail? Yeah, absolutely uses it to help wreck his victims.
Very playful, goofy ler. Laughs along with his lee, makes little comments on their reactions.
“Oh my, little one. I never would have thought you’d be so sensitive!”
“Heheh, what a cute laugh! You really should let me hear it more often!”
When he notices any of his kids are down in the dumps, he sneaks in a few pokes and scritches with his tail.
If that doesn’t work, they get the full-Splints treatment. Reassuring teases, rougher tickles and his undivided attention.
He’ll bug Draxum when he feels like it, which is more funny than anything.
Reducing the broody goat-man to a giggling, cursing mess is therapeutic for him ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)
His aftercare is light and sweet. Head pats, reassurances, and a small cookie break for a nice close.
🌱Baron Draxum🐐
General:
Before the turtles, had little to no idea what tickling was about.
Sure, he knew that people laughed when it happened, but he couldn’t tell what was so great about it. It was just touch and laughter - no big deal.
Once the teetles got ahold of him, though? Yeah, that view changed pretty quick.
Turns out he’s a switch. Likes “destroying his nuisances” with the harmless technique, but doesn’t mind it being used on him.
Will never admit the latter, though.
Lee:
A LOT more ticklish than one would imagine. Like a few squeezes will leave him giggling and blushing like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s pretty good at hiding his lee moods, though they definitely aren’t repressible. Draxy feels them, but can keep others in the dark.
If anyone’s gonna notice, it’ll be Lou (Splinter). He knows the man the best, thanks to Mikey’s whole “fatherly-bonding” push.
Splints will help, though he’ll tease the shit out of the Baron the entire time.
While he’ll never tell the rat man, he enjoys the silly exchanges.
Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Either place will have him stuck in a snorty, rumbling bout of hysterics.
Melt spots are his palms. He adores gentle traces there, lets him know somebody cares.
Ler:
Absolutely uses his mystic powers to help him.
Those vines? Yeah, restraints and tickle tools for days
Very smug ler, likes to tease his lees until they’re flustered messes. It’s done out of love, though, so can you blame him?
“This must be torturous, huh? The vines holding you still, my fingers on your worst spots… However, I don’t think I’ve heard you say stop…”
Usually tickles the teens if they’re annoying him, but also goes after Lou every so often.
He knows there’ll be repercussions, but life’s no fun without a little risk.
Huginn and Muninn are next in line. Surprising no one, they’re and attention whores. Draxy makes sure they get their fills.
Not the best with aftercare, but he tries. Back rubs and light praises while you catch your breath. Maybe some of his “confectionary wonders” if you’re brave enough.
*✧◍Favorite Trope & Lee/Ler Pairing◍✧*
Okay, so there’s no way I can pick a single favorite pairing. I love them all too much! I can, however, name my top 3.
lee!Raph, ler!April is definitely up there. I adore the big-siblings energy in their fics, and they just bond so well!
Pretty much anything with lee!Donnie in it. I love seeing the smarty-pants get got ( •̀ ᵕ •́ )
lee!Draxum and ler!Splinter. Okay, hear me out, but I love redemption arcs and enemies to friends/lovers/co-parents or whatever you wanna call what they have going on. They’re fun and I like fun.
For my favorite trope, I’m gonna have to go with cheer-up tickles, or more specifically, some stop-stressing-tf-out tickles. It’s always so fun to read how people would cheer up the boys, as well as write some super duper, totally not self-indulgent fics like that for myself. Maybe one day they’ll see the light, but don't count on it lol (¬////¬)
#rottmnt tickle#ticklish!raph#ticklish!leo#ticklish!donnie#ticklish!mikey#ticklish!april#ler!cassandra#ler!splinter#ticklish!draxum#sfw tickling community#tickle#sfw tickle headcanons#lee!raph#ler!raph#lee!donnie#ler!donnie#lee!mikey#ler!mikey#lee!leo#ler!leo#lee!april#ler!april#lee!draxum#ler!draxum#tickle hcs#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt cassandra jones#rise of the tmnt tickle
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HELLO K! I wanted to askk what spot is the worst for April? in ur opinion
HELLO! Oooo! Yes! Thank you for asking!
Personally I think that April's worst spot is her stomach!
Now I have no alternative reason as for why I think it is her stomach it just feels right to me
Like I imagine whenever her and Donnie get into a disagreement he'll just squeeze gently on her stomach and she's gone!
It's just so adorable! I love April so much!!
Deserves more attention honestly!
-K :]
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#tickling#tickle slave#ticklish#bd/sm relationship#bd/sm dom#bd/sm lifestyle#tickle tease#tickled#interracial#bbc#april o'neil
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Pedicure
Ok I had this idea a while ago, but I finally finished writing this lol
Warnings: This fic contains tickling so if that makes you uncomfortable keep scrolling.
“April. No. Absolutely not. I refuse.”
“Donnie you lost the bet!!”
April and Donnie made a bet that if Donnie could beat her at basketball, April had to do whatever he wanted.
However her condition was that he had to do a pedicure.
Donnie didn’t step down when he should’ve and unfortunately lost the bet. His vision was too clouded with pride to remember how bad he was at basketball. It almost wasn’t fair. But alas, he lost.
“April. Please. Literally anything else I’ll do I promise. But I cannot do this!” Donnie pleaded.
“Why not?” April demanded.
Donnie looked down to hide the blush creeping on his face.
“Um… I… I- …It’s embarrassing…”
This wasn’t completely a lie. It was indeed humiliating for the purple branded tech whiz. But no. There was another reason why he didn’t want to do it. Another reason he found in his own opinion to be most humiliating of all.
“Look, it was for my first time once also. It’s no big deal. I’ll be super careful and make sure that you feel as comfortable as possible.”
Donnie threw her an unsure look but sighed.
“Fine. Because.. and only because it is you. For this one time only, I will do it.”
April cheered and pumped her fists. “Heck yeah!” And she went to her house to get her own supplies.
Donnie was so screwed.
When she came back, she and Donnie sat in his room. Donnie sat on the side of his bed, legs draping down, and April at his feet.
“You really Don?” She asked with a grin.
Donnie looked away nervously but nodded. And so she began.
April started with clipping at his three toe nails, and using tweasers to pull off excess hanging skin.
‘This isn’t so bad…’ Donnie thought to himself, allowing himself to relax a little more.
But suddenly he felt a rough scraping at the bottem of his foot, and he convulsed, yelping as he instinctively tried pulling his foot away.
April giggled at this reaction but continued nonetheless. “Sorry.. this might tickle a bit if you’re ticklish.”
“W-wahahait!!!” Donnie cried out, trying to keep his giggles down as he continued his attempts to pull his foot away.
April sighed light heartedly “Donnie you gotta stop moving.”
“C-cahaAHAHahhANT!!!” He cried through his giggles, growing weaker as he fell back into his bed.
“I didn’t know you were this ticklish.” April said with a grin.
She shrugged to herself as she dropped the tool and decided to go right for him. She figured that this was a good enough punishment for losing the bet anyway.
“Ahahaprihihil wahahait!!!” Donnie protested through his now anticipatory giggles, trying to wrestle her hands away.
“Not a chance! You cant expect me to hear that laughter and not want more.” She argued with a playful smirk.
As Donnie was already weak from laughter, April managed to pin him to the bed, and shoved her hands into his underarms, making him shriek and slam his arms down in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
“AHAHAPRIHIHIL”
“Jackpot” She grinned, digging more forcefully into the deadly spot.
Donnie’s brain basically turned to mush. He had no thoughts in his head other than ‘this tickles!’ ‘Stop!’
When Donnie’s laughter grew silent April took that as a sign to stop.
Donnie curled into himself right there on the bed when she got off him, trying to protect himself from any possible further attacks.
“Mehehean…” he giggled weakly. April poked his side playfully at this and he squeaked, flinching away.
“Sorry Donnie. You ok?” She asked sheepishly.
“Y-yeheheah I’m fihine..” he said, starting to get up.
April then began gathering the nail supplies.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Well, I figured that was punishment enough.” She explained. “Why. You want to do this?”
Donnie hesitated but slowly nodded. Once they started doing it, Donnie realized it wasn’t so bad.
Aprils face lit up as a wide grin grew on her face.
She tackled him in a hug, “Well who am I to say no.”
And so he allowed her to paint his nails (making her promise not to use the scraping tool). What a fun afternoon they had together.
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:poke poke poke: :>
S-Stop that!
#bsd rp#chuuya nakahara#chuuya answers#bsd rp: april fools!#ooc: headcannon that he feels ticklish#And Dazai knows this so he frequently does it to him
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April Fools with the Octatrio
hello so i wanted to write something for the octatrio (as the title states) but a fic wasn’t working out so…. here’s some hcs((aka what my fic idea was GOING to be)) under the cut instead !!!
first of all, april fools was a completely new thing for the twins and azul. in tbe coral sea, its literally just.. april 1st and even the areas that DID know abt the day didn’t bother celebrating it
so imagine floyd and jade having the time of their life when they find that there is quite literally a day centered around messing with your friends
azul is less than amused when his own voice interrupts his speaking because of jade and floyd constantly poking his sides and tickling him when he least expects it
jade tends to be more subtle about it yet so teasy all the same “oh, what’s the matter, azul?” knowing damn well whats what
on the other hand, floyd is like “aww, u ticklish??” when he does with absolute no regard for who might be listening
azul doesn’t know which one is worse
but of course, azul won’t stand for it! he has allowed the twins to get the last laugh for way too long (or.. the twins.. get his (??))) last laugh… uh anyway)
so he starts off with jade because even though jade would definitely hint at it to floyd, he is a much easier person to find. jade.. if jade doesn’t want to be found, he will not be found. so he starts with jade since he’s not expecting it
and well, he really wont. not with tickling at least because azul wasn’t one to get them back all the time. but this time, he knew be needed to stand his ground (he just wants the twins to get a taste of their own medicine.. and maybe… hear their laughter..)
so azul calls jade over into his office to discuss about the monstro lounge and ambushes him. he is actually shocked at first that he manages to do it, but he does.. and of course, tickles him. it works out so much better than he thought. when hes done, he prepares himself for retaliation, but for some reason… jade doesnt?
later, after floyd’s basketball practice, azul does the same thing. corners him, and it seems as though he was expecting it. in fact, he wws encouraging it! “ur gonna tickle me, huh? well go ahead, im waiting!” it makes azul a little nervous but he still exacts his revenge and. floyd doesn’t retaliate either???
he finds out why later. jade had planned it from the moment azul had ambushed him. he was going to have azul let down his guard and ended up hinting at it to floyd. so basically, at the end of the night, they have both gone to azul and completely obliterated him (much to his embarrassment)
he did have a suspicion, but with the random pokings throughout the day still occurring, he thought that was all they may do. he shouldve known better (or maybe, he just kinda.. hoped it would happen again so didnt work to stop it hehehe)
anyways, unrelated to tickling, i feel like floyd wohld have more obvious pranks. like, silly string (he would have bought out the entire stock at sam’s mystery shop had he had enough money), jumpscares, the like. him wnd lilia have this sort of alliance on april fools and kinda terrorize the student body together
on the other hand, jade has more subtle pranks, but enjoys them nonetheless. they tend to be those ones that make u feel like u MAY be losing ur mind. like those mind games kindw pranks.. i cant think of any rn but uhh… use ur imagination.
azul simply does not participate. at least, not on his own accord. like he never starts it, but it has become a habit to try to prank jade and floyd back if they ever prank him. he wont admit, but its pretty fun thinking of ways to get one over on the twins. he really likes seeing the look on their faces when they arent expecting something.
still, that means he has to work extra hard since it IS the day to prank people, yk?? but he doesnt have a certain way of pranking someone, but is always proud when it works out.
once he got both of the twins at the same time by calling them to his office and leaving the door slightly cracked, but left a bucket of water on top. when it was opened, it would fall on them. he still remembers their expressions and thinks about it from time to time.
#twisted wonderland#octatrio#tickling#jade leech#floyd leech#azul ashengrotto#twst tickling#jai’s headcanons#headcanons#they r all ticklish#and also all participate in april fools lmao#april fool's day#i just crave content with them lowkey
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A GOFT FOR THE LOVELY @skribblz FOR HER BIRTHDAY!! ❤️❤️❤️
100 Ways to Say I Love You
Warning! This is a tickle drabble!
Ships: Platonic!Kousei Arima x Kaori Miyazono
Warnings: Tickles n stuff!
Prompt: Kousei has always hated Valentine’s Day. Kaori has her heart set on finding out why.
Tags: T-fic taglist! (Bold means no can tag 🥺) @cupcake-spice13, @deadmarz @rachi-roo, @danibby, @rattypattyy, @something1987, @littlebbyleesfw, @justanunknown and once again the incredible @skribblz I hope you are having the most amazing time as a year older!!
February 14th. The day of baby Cupid. The day of sweets. The day of pointless letters and love confessions. At least, that’s what the day was for Kousei Arima. He had never been fond of the holiday, opting to shut himself inside the room where the piano resided.
His mindset was challenged when Kaori Miyazono entered his life. She was the one who challenged… everything for him.
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“C’mon, Kousei. You can at least go out with us.” Watari said, knocking on the bespectacled boy’s front door.
Kousei’s two best friends had decided to play Cupid, hoping that getting Kousei and Kaori together on Valentine’s Day would be the ticket.
“Not feeling good, come back tomorrow.” He replied while laying under the piano.
“That’s a load of nonsense!” Watari yelled with annoyance in his tone, “Just come outside! We want to go to the bakery!”
“No! I don’t wanna see all the stupid lovey-dovey couples!”
“I’ll buy your lunch!” Tsubaki beamed from Watari’s side.
Within a few moments, the door unlocked and the two friends were met with a very scraggly looking Kousei.
“Depends where we’re going. You know how I feel about you spending money on me.”
With great convincing, Kousei and friends took route to the bakery that Kaori’s family owned. The black-haired boy had changed into… decent clothing and combed his hair.
Upon the three’s arrival, they were graciously greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Miyazono.
“Ah! My goodness, welcome welcome! Kaori is just upstairs.” The blonde girl’s father chimed.
“Thank you for the welcome, sir.” Kousei replied with a light bow.
As if on cue from her name, Kaori excitedly ran down the stairs, pulling all three friends into a big hug.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!” She cried, handing them each a box of chocolates and a letter.
While Watari and Tsubaki instantly tore into their treat, Kousei examined it in his hands. His expression was unreadable, but he definitely had some thoughts in his head.
“Y’know, if you hate chocolates so much, I can get you some canelés instead.” Kaori said sheepishly.
“Oh! Uh, no these are great. Thanks…”
After lunch, Kousei made the mistake to invite his friends back over to hang out. Naturally, they agreed. So, there they sat in front of the tv. Three on the couch, and Kousei barely on the cushion, with his legs across their laps.
“You look… comfortable.” Watari noted, biting back a chuckle.
“Aha ha. You’re a funny guy.” The piano player bit back sarcastically.
“I know! I’m so good at making people laugh. Especially you, Kousei!” To accompany his message, and to prove his point, the brunette traced a finger around the ball of Kousei’s foot.
“Hehehey!” The black-haired boy yelped while recoiling it
The violin player took notice of the boy’s response. Interesting…
“See! I’m good at making you laugh!” Watari chimed.
“Yeah, not from your humor.” Kousei murmured with an eye roll.
“Man.” Kaori piped up, “What’s got you so prickly today?”
“I don’t know, I just-“
“He hates Valentine’s Day.”
All eyes fell onto Tsubaki, who seemed very nonchalant about the message she had just relayed.
“Tsubakiiiii.” Kousei whined, “You can’t just tell her that!”
“Why not? It’s true isn’t it? It’ll get out at some point.” She replied, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Tsub-“
“Well now you have to tell me why you hate it.” The blonde girl noted.
“What? No way! I don’t share that info with anyone!”
“Oh reaaaally?” Kaori teased, “You sure you won’t tell me?”
“Lips are sealed!”
“Bummer.” She feigned innocence, “Even if I were to… force it out of you…?” She accompanied her message with a squeeze to the boy’s knee.
Kousei gasped, “You wouldn’t dare.”
Oh yes, she would dare. Kaori happily squeezed Kousei’s knee cap for about two minutes. “C‘Mon, Friend A. You’ll have to tell me eventually!”
“Nohohoho! Ihihihits prihihivahahatehehe!” The piano player whined, desperately trying to keep from squirming and disturbing his friends.
Said friends didn’t mind it at all. It had been a while since Kousei had really let loose and has fun, so they did their fair share to help. “Kao’ Kao’. Try another spot.” Watari beamed.
“Nohohoho yohohou trahahaitohohor!” Kousei squeezed an eye shut to try and maintain composure as Kaori begin to prod at his hipbones.
“Kooouseeii~” she cooed, “Tell me your secret!”
“Mhmhmhm mhmhmhmnn!” Poor Kousei was giggling like crazy. Due to his butt barely being on the couch, he had nowhere to run and no way to move. The poor soul could only cover his mouth as helpless giggles poured out. “Kahahaohohorihihi! Wahahahait! Plehehehehease Stahahahap!”
She immediately ceased, “You alright, Friend A?”
Kousei’s face reddened. “I y-yeah. I-I just feel uh. Um… a little t-trapped. That’s uh. T-That’s all.”
“Aww after all these years, this is still your favorite game!” Tsubaki cooed out of the sweetness.
“Tsubaki!” Kousei hissed, face growing even more scarlet.
The blonde girl helped her partner to get unstuck from his spot in the couch, sitting him in between her and Watari. “This better?”
The piano player wiggled a bit, “Much.”
“Okay, great!”
Instantly, she was back on the hunt. “Y’know, you can avoid this whole ordeal if you just tell me what’s wrong!”
Kousei threw his head back onto the cushion behind him, “Nohohoho! Ihihihits ehehembahaharahahassihihing!”
“More embarrassing than admitting you’re actually having fun?” Another voice chimed.
“Wahahataharihihi! Dohohont sahahahay thahahat!” The black-haired boy whined, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“This isn’t working! Where else can I go?!” Kaori chirped.
Watari held his own arm up, poking two fingers into his own ribs. “Here.” He mouthed.
The violin player took notice of how light his touch was, not wanting to hurt her friend and partner. She gentle wiggled her fingers in Kousei’s ribs, watching his eyes widen and him throw his hands over his face.
“Agh! Cmohohohon Kahahaohohorihihi! Thihihis -IHIHISNT FAHAHAIR!”
Kousei’s entire demeanor had changed when his partner had inched her hands downward toward his stomach.
“Ooooh! Did I find a good spot?” She teased, slowly ghosting her fingers above the spot.
“Nohohoho! Nohohohot ahahahat ahahall!” The anticipation was making Kousei giggle madly again. He just had to lie to her and- “ACK- KAHAHAOHOHORIHIHI! NOHOHOHO!”
Well, that didn’t work.
The blonde girl happily began to gently claw at the boy’s stomach. She cheerfully asked him: “So, what’s your secret?”
“YOHOHOU- AHAHAHA! YOHOHOU CAHAHANT DOHOHOHO THIHIHIS!” The black-haired boy threw his hands over his face and squealed into them as Kaori’s light scribbled turned into squeezes.
“This can all end if you just tell me!”
“NOHOHOHO!”
“Fine, your funeral.” Kaori chimed, bringing her hands close to his belly button. She squeezed gently, but with enough purpose to get her message across.
Ah, poor Kousei lost it. “HNGH- OHOHOKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHI’LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!”
The violin player gently squeezed the area to get Kousei down from the high, “I knew I could get you, Friend A.”
With a sudden sheepishness in his person, Kousei prepared to tell his friends. It was stupid, why was he nervous? Kaori had just embarrassed him in front of Watari and Tsubaki so… why was this any different?
“I don’t like Valentine’s Day because…”
Three pairs of eyes fell on the blushing boy.
“I’ve never gotten a valentine before…” he murmured, hiding his head in his hands. He curled up into a ball and hid under his hands.
“Wait what? I didn’t hear you?” Watari asked with furrowed brows, leaning closer to his friend.
“I’ve never…” he mumbled, “I’ve never- Ah! Kahahahaohohorihihihi!”
The blonde girl had gently squeezed at the boy’s sides, hoping to un-turtle him.
She was successful, and Kousei looked at all of his friends. He took a deep breath, “I’ve never gotten a valentine before... at least until today.”
“Oh. That’s it?” Tsubaki asked softly, taking the black-haired boy’s hand. “If I knew that, I would’ve brought you an entire box of valentines.”
“Oh I get it!” Kaori chirped, “That must’ve been why you were so antsy when I gave you the chocolates and the letter!”
“Yeah…” he trailed off.
“Well! There’s no need to be sad! You haven’t opened your letter yet, and you have a whole box of chocolates proving that we like you!” The blonde girl chimed.
“Should I open it now?” He asked softly.
“You can.” Kaori replied, “But you may want to open it in private. I don’t know if you’re a crier or not.”
“Hey!” The black-haired boy yelped with a grin. “ I am not!”
“Oh you totally are.” Tsubaki said with a smile and furrowed brows.
“Oh yeah, 100%, man.” Watari teased.
“Rude!” Kousei whined.
When all of his friends had went home, Kousei decided to open the letter that Kaori had written for him. He gently nibbled on a piece of chocolate with strawberry filling as he held the piece of paper between two fingers.
“Dear Friend A,
What a crazy year it’s been! I’ve never felt more welcomed in a new place in my entire life! My family moved a lot when I was younger, so I was finally happy to settle here in Japan. I wasn’t expecting to make so many friends this quickly. But, what really made me happy was meeting you. I’m so happy that you’re playing piano again, and I’m even more thrilled that you’re doing it alongside me! Thank you for always being my adventures guy, my canelés guy, my café guy. Thank you for being my guy. Here’s to this year and many more. Here’s to you: my partner, my Friend A, my Kousei.
With love,
Kaori.”
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#t content#your lie in april#ylia#Kousei arima#arima Kousei#kaori miyazono#Miyazono Kaori#Kousei#Kaori#kousei x kaori#Kaori x Kousei#lee!kousei#ticklish!kousei#ler!kaori#Watari#Ryouta Watari#ryota watari#Tsubaki#shigatsu wa kimi no uso#tsubaki sawabe
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Submas Sketchdump! Vol. 2
July 2022
HC: Emmet is ticklish! Sides are his weak spot!
Commission work for my wonderful @mimizukeii! A certain trio doing a late night deli raid to quell that raging sugar crave. Yummy~!
Did you know you can draw on your trainer card in Pokémon Black & White? You can also turn it into a 2-frame animation! How cool is that!!
Thats all for July! (& few I missed from April-June)
More experimenting with techniques! I don't really plan the rendering style beforehand, just going with whatever I feel like at the moment. And that's the whole point here, this is not something I'm aiming to put in a portfolio or something, just keep it fun! It's easy to stay motivated that way!
#submas#subway bosses#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#pokemon#pokemon ingo#pokemon emmet#submas butlers#butlermas#ghetsis#klinklang#garbodor#submas fever getting stronger#pokemon black and white#nintendo 3ds#bayonetta#puyo puyo#professor laventon#sketch dump#warden ingo#pokemon adaman#pokemon irida#pokemon akari#pokemon laventon
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April Foolishness - Headcanons
Pairing (Not all at once): Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
MINORS DNI - 18+
Summary: How would they react to you failing miserably- masterfully pranking them at every turn?
Tags: Fluff, established relationships, swearing, attempted pranking (mentions of bugs/arachnids, fish), innuendos and tension, comfort, light power usage, no actual smut (fade to black).
A/N: Happy silly day, ya'll!! I wanted to do something fun between classes, so this is it- april fools pranks on my favorite girls. Not proofread at all. Enjoy the boops!
Images are not mine, credit to owners!
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Wanda x Reader
You hadn't been dating Wanda for very long.
Well, if you don't count the years of pining, that is.
You had hidden yourself behind a corner in her hallway, arms out and ready to spook.
This had been your same trick from Halloween (which between that and the turnips did not go well-)
But this time it’d go swimmingly.
After thirty minutes later, you heard the familiar clack of her heels against the compound’s floors, and…
Nothing. Silence.
You peeked around the corner to see where the witch had gone, and-
“Boo.”
Her warm grasp hugged your middle , yet you swear you jumped out of your skin.
“What the- Fuck, Wands-“ Your terror was met with her musical laughter, patting the the sides of your stomach.
“Well if you insist, sweetheart.”
Her voice echoed
She’d let go of you, and you could see the sparkling mirth in her eyes once you turned around.
She placed a quick peck on your cheek, looping your hand with hers to play with your fingers, gaze downcast at them even as her mischievous words would enter your head without her mouth moving.
“If you want to spook a mind reader, darling..”
You gulped as her touch grew more bold, pinning you against the wall- face warming as she’d tilt her head,
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
She’d chuckle at your flustered reaction, her grin cheshire as she’d lead you back to her room, giddy with sweet excitement.
“And happy April fools to you too, Wan-“
~~~
Natasha x Reader
Natasha had always managed to prank you first before you could prank her.
One year prior, you’d ended up with an egg in your hair while your whipped-cream pie prank had gone unsung.
And that was some really good whipped cream.
This year, though- you had buttered her up. Perks of being her partner- the pranks could go even harder.
“Good morning, my dearest sunshine-“ You’d murmur, settling her in with breakfast in bed.
Your trick? Salt in her coffee instead of sugar. Genius.
Natasha propped herself up on her arms, giving you an upturned eyebrow, “Oh, and what’s the occasion?”
“Oh, nothing much..” A shit eating grin plastered her face, one that would soon be returned by the redhead.
“Birthday? Anniversary..?” She’d poke at your side as you sat down, her touch ticklish as she helped you settle the tray of food on her bedsheets.
“M-mmn, nothin’, sugar..” Oh, how you’d be eating those words soon enough.
You’d watch as she’d take a sip from her coffee, eyes wide and sparkling as she opened her mouth-
And sighed in bliss.
What the fuck was wrong with this woman.
“Delicious, baby..” Natasha purred, taking another hardy swig, and you watched as she swallowed. “You’ve outdone yourself..”
“I…uh-“ Your babbling words would be cut short as you took a drink of your own mug-
And was met with intense, uncomfortable sodium.
She cackled as you spit your mouthful back into your cup, punching her jokingly with a red face, “You- you fuckin’-“
“Switched them?”
“Not just the brew-“ Your hand would’ve found your forehead in shock, “But the mugs too- how the shit did you do that?”
“A spy will never reveal her secrets-“ She’d lean up to kiss you, but instead would shift the platter over to the side. “And you need to wash your mouth out.”
“Not before I drink my coffee..” You’d hiss, chugging her now lukewarm mug down.
That was, until you saw a plastic totally real cockroach on the bottom of the mug, shrieking before chucking it against the wall.
“Love you too, dear.”
~~~
Yelena x Reader
You didn’t think Yelena could be scared of anything.
She threw a knife at the fake spider you pranked her with last year.
And she spat in the face of the ‘piranhas’ that had infested your room’s bathroom two years ago.
And even so, you tried again this year- although with something much less terrifying.
You'd flooded Yelena's room with multicolored balloons, painstakingly blowing them up before gently setting them on her floor.
And the best part?
She was asleep in her bed the whole time.
You had almost finished the second bag of balloons when Fanny, ever the sleepy Akita, finally stirred from their rest.
The pup locked eyes with you, and you were so thankful that they didn't bark.
That didn't stop Yelena from waking, though.
The blond would rise quickly, eyes darting around as soon as her dog moved an inch. You swear she had murder in her eyes, although that might've just been from awakening so quickly.
It all left her once she found you, though.
Groggily, she'd wipe at her eyes, mumbling something before kicking her foot off the bed to stand-
Bumping into a stray balloon.
She recoiled immediately, yowling as though she'd been pained deeply- and you were at her side in a heartbeat.
"Yelena, shit- you okay?"
"Yeah.." She'd gruff, her shoulders slacking once your hands found purchase on them. She'd hide her head in your shoulder, a surprising gesture.
You wrapped your arms around her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, "No need to be frightened, honey.." She'd hold you closer, and a flicker of thought ran through your mind, "Lena..are you scared?"
"What-? No-" She'd deny, her voice especially thick this early in the morn. "You just startled me-"
"That's a form of fear, hun-" Your chuckle was met with a groan from her, before she pulled her blankets back over the two of you.
Her words were muffled, "Fine, you got me- but now you hold me until I say so."
"My big, bad, scary Lena...of course, honey."
~~~
Kate x Reader
No matter what you pranked Kate with, she was always worried about you.
It's not unfounded, after you fell down the stairs during last year's April Fools, but still.
This time, you’d actually get her.
"Kate, made you some brownies!"
You heard her clamor with a fevrency that made her sound like a one man band.
She burst out of the hallway, expression wild with hunger and apprehension-
Until she saw you holding some kiddy scissors exceptionally sharp blades of murder and death and terror and-
“Babe!” She’d screech, barreling forth to snatch the scissors from your careful hands, placing them gently on the counter, before inspecting your palm for even the slightest scratch.
She hadn’t even noticed the brown construction paper, or the cut letter you’d pressed towards her middle.
“Kate, earth to Kate-“ Your smile towards her shook her from her thoughts, “I’m okay, pretty girl..Happy April Fools!”
Between the panic and the praise, her brain had to do a soft restart after that.
After a few more seconds, her goofy grin would return again, almost coy, “Gave me a heart attack there, you know-“
“I know,” You’d motion to the tin of hello kitty bandaids you’d raided from Tony, “And I was prepared, you doofus.”
She’d smile, nodding along until her face flushed- her hand rubbing smooth circles into your hip.
“But if you, you know- wanted to do some scissoring, as they say-“ You’d sigh, shaking your head with a teasing lilt, “You’re verryy smooth, dear.”
You’d press a boop to her nose, a teasing whisper, “I’ll think about it.”
~~~
#minors dni#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#yelena belova x reader#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop x female reader#marvel headcanons#yelena belova#wanda maximoff#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#kate bishop#bearrrwrites
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Adrien sat beside her on the bed, enveloping her hand in his. Their wedding bands gently clinked together. “It feels weird to be back here,” he said.
“Weird in a good way or a bad way?”
“A good way,” he said, smoothing his thumbs over her knuckles. “It feels like being transported back in time.”
Marinette hummed in agreement, lying back against the soft white sheets. “Yeah. It feels like only yesterday we were ‘just friends.”
The bed bounced lightly as Adrien settled beside her. “We can still be that.”
A snort rose from her nose as she giggled. “Oh, god. Let the joke die.”
“Never,” he laughed. Climbing over her, he rested his arms on both sides of her head before leaning down to peck her lips. “You’re my platonic wife.”
“I am not!” she squealed. His lips tickled when they brushed her neck, and she squirmed.
His laughter reverberated across her throat. “You are.”
“No!” she said. He poked her side, and she squirmed away, laughing as his fingers dug into her most ticklish spots. “No, no!”
“Admit it,” he teased, tickling her waist. “You like me as a friend.”
She wheezed, out of breath. “That’s it, I’m officially putting you in the friendzone.”
it's finally completed! thank you everyone for going on this journey with me 💖 (this is not an april fool's joke, i promise! it's real!)
#i recognize im choosing the worst time to post this bc it's going to get drowned by the beau purple dash in like 20 mins but#i had to post it now or else i was going to keep stressing over it#and messing with it#miraculous ladybug#ml fic#love square#adrinette#adrienette#miraculous#ml fanfiction#miraculous lb#miraculous au#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#ppu#perfectly platonic unless#text post#imma cry
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JJK MASTERLIST 1
About time I did this.
Imma make a second one to this as well as the masterlist of masterlists for this and my other fic content. Thank you @gothy-froggy for your help!
MHA and other fandoms can wait until April cause they ain't doing well now.
Also idk what I'm doing writing wise on quotev. And kinda Wattpad. My priorities are effed.
And please commission me for fanfic writing endeavors. My guidelines and pricing are pinned on this blog so yeah.
Home Screen (Teen!SatoSugu x Teen!Fem!Reader)
Simping (Student!Geto x Student!Fem!Reader) 🧡💛
Moving Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)
Nights (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 🔞
Period (Adult!Gojo Satoru x Adult!Fem!Reader) ❤️🩹
Satoru Main Frame (Adult!Gojo Satoru x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💙🩵
Lost in a Moment (AU!Adult!SatoSugu)
Ticklish Remedy (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Reader) 🤣😂
Pain in the Neck (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Student ft Student!Shoko) ❤️🩹
Specialz (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)🔞
Sick Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Adult!Fem!Reader) 😷🤒
Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 🎃👻
Dawn (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)
Tough Love ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) COMMISSION 💕
Thankful ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🦃🍁🍂
Prey (Vamp!JJK Men x Adult!Fem!Human)🔞
GOJO B-DAY SPECIAL aka Wish Come True ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎂🎁🎈🎉🥳🎊
Because You Live (Toji Fushiguro x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💜
My Senpai (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Reader ft Student Ieiri Shoko)
Safe Haven (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💗
Merry Making (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎄🎅❄️☃️
A Future Bright (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎆
#jjk au#masterlist#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#nanami kento x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen au#jjk masterlist#jujutsu kaisen masterlist#satosugu x y/n#satosugu x you#satosugu x reader#jjk first years#jjk second years#jjk x reader fluff#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x geto x reader#satoru x suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fics#jujutsu kaisen fluff#satoru gojo x reader#suguru geto x reader#kento nanami x reader#jjk x reader smut#fushiguro toji x reader
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request: What if Y/N is really sensitive to tickles (like, sides and thighs), to the point that if it gets even a little too rough, the laughs quickly turn into tears. Can we get a rise!boys x reader (you can decide gender) where they individually find out how tickle-sensitive Y/N is? Bonus if there's a gentle apology tickle sesh <3 ~🌺👸
🝮 “ tickle-fest ”
rise!boys x reader (indiv.)
author’s note: hihi !! my bad for how long it took to do this uwu did it at my own leisure (though, maybe a tad bit over that 👉👈 some of them aren’t very “tears after tikl… ti… tickling? Oh my I forgot how to spell that for a second—ah, anyways, enjoy please !!
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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌
It hadn’t been easy warming Raph up to you. Being a human much smaller than he was and with much more fragile skin than his, he was walking on eggshells when it came to ensuring he didn’t hurt you. His hands would flinch and hesitate before resting themselves on your shoulders. His legs would lock up his position when he heard you near, especially if you were behind him. And never would he approach you without a warning of where he was, a little “ behind ya! “ or a “ Hey, comin’ in. “
It was especially bad when his feelings for you developed. They came so suddenly, nearly toppling the big guy over when you asked him of all people if he was okay one day. He wasn’t—the mission that day was far too stressful. He lost sight of his brothers as they tried to reason with a tree yokai—an ent, much heavier than he was with branches far more than capable of causing harm to his brothers without his tough skin and spiky shell. They totally held their own, as they always did, but with lives as dangerous as theirs?? No one could really blame Raph for his worries. And worst of all, he couldn’t share any of these feelings, not with anyone, lest he wanted to risk his responsibilities and confidence as their leader.
How could he falter? Would his brothers take on his fears if he dared share them? April would try to reach out to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to share such heavy baggage with her.
Raph insisted he was fine. April always knew he was lying.
But, she respected his space, within reason.
Never would he have expected you to ask him how he was though, and somehow that ended up being the little drop of water that broke the dam. In your arms, he poured everything out, shaking the whole time. You stroked gentle touches down his neck, sometimes reaching out to trace little circles and hearts against his chest—knowing full and well that he could feel it.
When he calmed down, Raph jolted backwards, afraid to have made so much contact with someone he saw like glass. To his surprise, not only were you unharmed, but you encouraged him to return to your loving arms, and he would be a liar if he said that he hated it or found them uncomfortable.
And that was how you managed to get him to warm up to you, becoming a bit more playful, much more likely to embrace you, to seek your company. You frequented the lair more, and he would always rush to you once he was free. You would lay together in his room, hearing his most vulnerable emotions—just you. You were the apple of his eye. Raph relaxed around you, let down some guards, and allowed his hands to stroke your skin just how yours did his.
And that, dear friend, is how he discovered how ticklish you were—right on your tummy. It surprised him when one day, while running his fingers mindlessly against your skin, you began fidgeting. He tried again, and this time you started laughing, pushing his hands away.
Today, he was doing the same thing. You were both together, laughing and being close as usual, when suddenly he towered over you and gave a toothy grin. Oh no, not that look, please—anything but THAT look! He pushed your shirt up a bit—respectfully so— and immediately began assault on your tummy!
You squirmed and shrieked, fighting to escape the torture that made you laugh so bad. You couldn’t stop laughing and pleading.
“ Raph—Plehihiji—please! Let—hELP, I-I’M gonahahah—I’m g— PEE! “
“ Not a chance, Y/N. “
With empty threats, you pleaded, and he simply eyed you with a glint of enjoyment flickering through his eyes. Now began stage 2 of your fight for your life—kicking. It never usually reached this point, but you were desperate! Tears were pricking in your eyes and your laugh was starting to just become your mouth open and body jolting as if laughing but no sound came out.
Of course, when you’re someone like Raph with tough skin and a spiky shell, little human kicks don’t hurt at all. But, when you’re a human with easily torn skin, kicks against an alligator snapping turtle can be dangerous.
“ Y/N! I—I’m sorry, you’re . . . “
Raph was quick to catch when your cries weren’t done out of too much tickling. You gave a squeak of pain, halting your kicking abruptly, and suddenly Raph was brought back to an unpleasant memory of the past, one where a particularly purple turtle was hurt by him.
To omit the yucky details, let’s just say there was a bit of a ouchie-ouch on the sole of your foot. Raph quickly separated himself from you, putting an uncomfortable amount of distance between you both as he rummaged through drawers to find precious bandaids that were probably in every nook and cranny of the lair because of him.
“ Where are they, no, no, no, please. I didn’t mean to! “
Panicking, his shaky hands dumped bandaids into the drawer and quickly hurried to you with them and some Neosporin. Though, when he saw your teary eyes looking at him, Raph couldn’t help but freeze up. The materials were sat near you, but he kept his distance. His head hung to the right, like a puppy ashamedly holding their head down.
“ Raph? “
Y/N called with a low voice, reaching their hand towards him. A hesitant step back, and quickly you put the pieces together. It was just like before. Was he going to push you away now after this incident, too?
“ Raph, you can sit near me. It was just an accident, I’m not mad and it’s not even that bad of a cut! “
His eyes twirled light in them as tears glossed them up. Even so, even if you were okay—this just proved he was dangerous, right? This just proved he shouldn’t be so close to you, right? This proved every little thought he had every time he held you, every floating voice telling him, “ No, you are too close to them. You’re going to hurt them, it’s only a matter of time. You hurt everyone, Raphael. “
“ Y/N, please, you should be upset! I hurt you, it was only a matter of time. Just, LOOK at me? “
Fuming? He was fuming? Anger contorted his face as the tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks, leaving little trails that shone like crystals of sadness under the light basking his room. His eyes never met yours, staying fixated upon the floor.
This made your heart ache. You didn’t want to go back to when his hands would flinch, trembling as they gingerly touched your shoulders, your cheeks, your hands! You didn’t want him so afraid to touch you—you WEREN’T glass or tissue! You were resilient! After smearing the neosporin on your wound and pressing the bandaid neatly against your skin, your eyes traced his body while you spoke, noting the way he was so stiff yet quivering so visibly.
“ I AM looking at you, Raph. You didn’t do it on purpose, it was simply an accident, please—“
You leaned forward on the bed, reaching for him, but got startled when he jerked away, staring at you with eyes full of a kind of fear you hadn’t seen since the fight with Shredder years ago.
“ NO—Stop! I’m dangerous, just listen to me Y/N, and stay aw—Irk! “
He was startled as you suddenly leapt to him, his arms instinctively catching you. Guilt washed over him—he just said don’t touch him! But the way you held him and your voice cracked as you cried out,
“ Raph, you dummy! Listen to me, ”
Y/N pulled back, resting their weight upon Raph’s arms that held them securely with a little pinch of love. Their hands cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks in slow circles,
“ I know you think I’m made of glass or something dumb like that. You underestimate how strong I am, okay? Of course I may get hurt here and there by your little points, but hey, ”
His head leaned against your hand as you rubbed his tears away,
“ That doesn’t change how much I . . . How much I love you, okay? “
The look on his face coupled with the blush dusting your cheeks was adorable. Though you both knew it, neither of you had said it aloud. And, what better time to say it than after a tickle fight gone wrong?
His eyes traced your expression, clenching tightly closed before opening with the kindest, most loving gaze that made your heart skip, but not as hard as his next words did. Now THAT made your heart trip over itself.
“ Can I kiss you? “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌
Loving Mikey was easy—the hard part was figuring out how he loved you. The way he treated you, it was sometimes indistinguishable from how one loves a friend or how one loves a partner. Your heart fluttered when his smile called your name, but that same smile called to his brothers, to his sister, fathers, everyone.
One thing that you knew was only for you, though, was the way he always wanted your hand. Now, there was no doubt that Mikey loved physical touch. He climbed all over Raph, always hugged Leo and Donnie (who would give little headpats that Mikey loved. Mental note made!), and never missed a chance to high-five April when she came by.
But you? Silently, he would lace together y’all’s fingers together and carry on as such. These were the moments that made you wonder if how he felt for you was exclusively for you. The answer to that always escaped you, never having the heart to ask him.
That is, until the answer decided to find you itself. One day, his hands met yours. Everyone headed out of the room, and you moved to follow them, expecting Mikey to follow along like always. But instead, you were pulled back, landing gently into his hugging embrace. Mikey hugged you, which wasn’t out of character, but it struck you as odd that he would want to lag behind the others, especially with you. Your heart began spinning with joy, but that was quickly shushed—quiet down, my heart, please. Don’t jump to conclusions that could hurt us!
“ I love you, a lot. “
The words had frozen your body. After a few seconds, you dared lift your head and lost all words at the loving smile and look he used as his eyes held yours. A rush of emotion, and soon your lips had met his, locked in a kiss so sweet.
From that moment on, you were surprised to find out just how much Mikey enjoyed contact with you. Sitting together, your body would be against his, his arms draped over your frame and yours holding his hands. Little churrs would emit from his chest, low for your ears only as you laid against his plastron. You frequented his room much more, usually laying across each other while reading from his absurd collection of comics—you didn’t know what surprised you more, the sheer amount of them or the fact that he actually kept comics that weren’t just Jupiter Jim. There were other stories, and even some of his own made comics that starred him and his brothers. You loved reading the ones he made himself.
One day, in his room in front of a cute mirror he had found and painted the outskirts of himself, you tried on a new shirt. It was a tad bit short, revealing your stomach. With a few twists, turns, and poses, you still hadn’t settled on how you felt about it before Mikey came in and saw. You held your tongue, burning under his gaze, but he erupted with joy at how nice you looked in it! He especially loved the colors and designs on it.
“ Can I touch the trim? “
He asked, eyeing the bottom of your shirt with a look only an artist could have. You of course obliged, allowing him to see whatever it was he wanted to inspect. It was then that his fingers grazed your skin, pulling a few giggles from you as your hands quickly moved to push his. With a confused look, he quirked a brow ridge at you, grinning as the pieces instantly fell into place.
“ You’re ticklish, aren’t you? “
“ Absolutely not. “
A suspiciously fast response. No, really, you had countered his question so fast that there was no way it could be seen as anything but a “ Yes, absolutely! “. And so, the only thing going through your head as your legs buckled and laughter shook your body was “ god have mercy. “
No time was wasted by the mischievous orange banded turtle as his fingers tickled your exposed stomach. Your legs had buckled, hoping to dodge him and run for your life, but you hadn’t accounted for just how fast he could really be when locked in target!
“ MIKEY—NOOOOO! “
You screamed, as if you were a character in a game betrayed by the one they trusted. Which, technically you were. This wasn’t a game, but you were being betrayed by whom you trusted as his hands tickled and tickled and tickled you until all you could do was gasp for air and reach for the sky—ceiling?
The laughter falling from your lips encouraged him. It made he himself laugh—but no, Mikey needed to focus on his attack! He couldn’t laugh so hard that he became weak, like you and your frame which shook with earthquaking giggles right now as your hands tried to hit and push him. That made him laugh even more—you were laughing so hard that your hands were hardly even putting enough pressure to TOUCH him!
That did him in as he rolled over beside you, trembling as he held his stomach.
“ You sounded so sil—pffft—silly! ”
“ Oh YEAH? DID I? ”
Regaining composure, you were quick to flip up over onto him and hold your hands up with a downright DEVIOUS smirk.
And Mikey recognized the fate that was about to be bestowed upon him.
“ Wait—Y/N, hahaha, come oNAAAAAAH! “
Y/N’s hands came down to his sides, beginning their relentless revenge upon their assailant. Their weight on top of him was holding him down effectively.
“ No mercy! “
They cried out evilly, laughing as Mikey’s laughs turned from joy to tickled horror! Free him!
“ Y/N, Y/N PLEASE, I’LL DIE! “
The deviant in your smile slipped away, replaced with a loving smile. The way his eyes were squeezed shut and how his big grin let out the most contagious laughs. The relentless tickle-attack was about to be lifted, but instead you were met by Mikey’s knee slamming into your back accidentally.
“ OUGH! “
“ HH—Y/N! “
Y/N’s body lurched forward from the impact, chest hitting against Mikey’s plastron and their noggin smacking right into his. The clonk sent you both rolling on the floor, opposite of each other and holding your heads. A string of whispered curses left both of your mouths as you squirmed in mutual pain! Who knew that tickling could become so painful for all parties involved?
Amidst your rolling, you both had began settling down, resting on your side and facing each other.
“ Euughhh… “
Mikey and Y/N groan, eyes fluttering open to meet each other’s. The giggles subsided, silence overtaking the two as they searched each other’s eyes for something. Mikey, looking for any pain, maybe even fear or hate for him hurting you. Y/N, looking for any pain, sadness, fear—and possibly even a hint of love. The silence turned into a melody of the two’s laughter, the sounds intertwining, weaving into a jovial harmony. With a few little nudges and scoots, Y/N and Mikey met their noggins once again, this time with a soft affectionate touch instead of a violent thunk. Their hands came together just as lovingly.
“ … “
Y/N’s eyes lowered to where their hands hugged. A content smile met their features, followed by a loving sigh as eyes trailed back to meet the bubbly ones that followed, hand in hand, curious of what had your attention.
“ So? Is the shirt weird on me? I’m not exactly the spitting image of those you normally see wearing this. “
Your eyes escaped, laced with a glint of anxiety and a pinch of discomfort. The fleeing gaze was brought back by Mikey’s hand, stroking your cheek.
“ Everything looks amazing on you, Y/N! “
He leans up, placing a sweet kiss upon your forehead.
“ Do you like it? “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌
Surprisingly enough, loving Donnie as much as you do now was not all that hard. If anything, it wasn’t even planned. The hard part was getting him to reciprocate.
You were a school friend of April’s, roped together by the dreaded “Group Project”. Little did you know, this group project soon turned into a “Group-Run-From-Some-Big-Lizard-Mutant-Thing!???” Without skipping a beat, April sent out a little “ help! doing a project with a potential NORMAL HUMAN FRIEND and a mutant has appeared? “
The two of you were saved by four highly impressive men—wait no… no, that’s a turtle? No, a frog? No, no, turtle frog men? No, that can’t be right?
“ Watch out! “
A voice startled your thoughts immediately as metallic arms gave only a second to respond before they yanked you away from the much larger and redder of the four thumping down where you once laid. Your eyes met the cold ones of your savior, who narrowed them with a clicking of his tongue.
“ Maybe you should leave zoning out for when you’re safe?! “
“ Donnie! “
“ Donnie… “
He was scolded by your dearest groupmate, April, and you found yourself parroting the name she said. Now he didn’t seem all that fond of you already!
But, that first impression dissolved over time. Knowing their existence now, you were more inclined to ask April to let you see them. After a few visits, you would even begin going to see them on your own—without her as your safe little guard as you got to know these brothers.
Donnie, though? Now he was who you were most interested in. His lab was where you gravitated towards the most, especially when visiting the lair on your own. Your comfort zone had extended from April’s side to the lab of a rather recluse scientist.
At first it seemed like you were an annoyance—a pain in his neck, maybe even a thorn in his side? That slowly subsided as you came to know not Donnie, but rather Donatello.
Donatello was someone who had quiet kindness, the kind of nice that gets overlooked—unnoticed for a while. Had you compared the lab before your time and to now, you would have noticed easily that some shelves were a bit higher now, and the floors were less cluttered. Memories of you tripping and bonking your head flooded in, followed by the split seconds of worry you caught on the purple-banded turtle that melted into misplaced frustration as you got carted straight out of the room. Then, you had thought it was the last straw, but now? You knew it was simply him getting you away to basically … “ Y/N proof ” the place.
The spark between y’all had grown during one night that had left Donnie completely and utterly vulnerable.
By this point, you had spent so much time with Donnie that you could proudly vocalize your title as “ Assistant Scientist! “ In fact, you were even more proud to say you could always catch the split second smiles on the Great, Genius, Bad-Boy-Who-Never-Smiles Donatello when you entered his lab. The smirks he gave when you connected dots during his scientific spiels, the big-eyed worry he had whenever you made an “ ouch! ” or a “ dang it! “ or any less-favorable expletives, even the stiffness his body had before jumping into action when his eyes caught your frame entering an active battlefield—all of it, you noticed. Donnie was a book you had read cover to cover, many times over.
Maybe part of him had noticed that, too, because you were the one who was reached out to immediately during one particular accident on a solo-patrol.
With feet running so fast that they rivaled that of Hermes and his winged shoes, you clambered desperately down narrow alleyways, cluttered paths, and much-less-worn trails. You were blindly following a help signal sent to your phone by Donnie—it had quite literally spooked you out of bed. I mean, him? Donnie? He of all people? Reaching out to YOU of ALL people? The intrusive thoughts plowing through your brain were increasingly terrifying, fueling your breathless rush to the destination all the more.
With one last glance towards the coordinates, Y/N’s eyes rose to catch their surroundings. A park? They were at a park? What was he doing somewhere like this, this late at night? Under the cloudy moonlit skies, their footsteps crunched autumn leaves until stopping as the faintest of beeping was heard. Then, there was a stomach-turning stench that whisked through you, followed by whimpers hardly louder than the wind itself. Moving closer, Y/N saw a glimpse of purple and rushed around the bushes to find the frame of none other than the Genius Scientist himself, terribly injured and with his battle shell casted away a few feet.
“ Donnie …? “
Y/N whispered, with a voice just as low.
His hand was over his neck, digits trembling upon where the purple tech that encased his shell usually laid. With a sharp inhale, he turned to you with watery eyes that sent tears blurring your vision.
“ You’re, you’re hurt, Donnie, why did you call me? “
You were by his side immediately, his weight leaning into yours as you swiftly yet gingerly hoisted the violet vigilante up with his arm casted across your shoulder.
“ You’re—haaahhh— you’re the only one I trust to do this, ‘Assistant Scientist’ “
His joking behavior—though if it were under any other circumstances, surely a blush would paint your cheeks—was frightening enough, as was the journey back to his lab.
The two of you managed to sneak in under the radar, and when you dropped him to the bed, albeit a bit harshly, you hadn’t missed a single beat with the interrogation.
“ What happened to you? And … ”
Y/N’s eyes glanced to the purple tech through the doorway, laying illuminated by fluorescent fixtures in the center of the lab.
“ and … why was your battle shell so hot? ”
They recalled half an hour earlier as their eyes laid upon the faint red of burns on their fingertips.
Before Donnie’s warning, call—no, beg— to not touch his battle-shell, Y/N’s hands were already grazing the underside of the purple shell before a hissing leapt from their throat as the chilling rush of red-hot warmth nipped at their fingers. Desperation to get him home grew overwhelming as the realization that the scent they caught earlier had been akin to that of … well, you were frightened to complete that thought.
You shook your head, chasing that scary memory away, looking from the shell in the other room back to Donnie. He didn’t seem to want to talk much, so instead you settled for rummaging through his things for medical supplies. After a few moments, you heard him speak up, repeating his statement again with a groan. With a quick glance, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him leaning over in his seated position on the bed’s edge, flashing a weary grin.
“ I meant it, you are the only one I trust to help me with this. “
That night, a few years ago from today, had become a beloved memory for you, despite how much it had your heart racing. It had also become the exact reason why whenever Donnie had solo-patrol, you were always at his side. But, without that frightening night, you wouldn’t be where you are now—on the floor of a particular scientist’s lab, a giggling fit as said genius was relentlessly tickling each sensitive area on your body. Curses slipped your lips as you kicked and flailed, trying desperately to pry his hands away from their main target: your neck.
Did you know just how ticklish necks are? Clavicles, shoulders, but especially the back of your neck.
This assault had begun when the unsuspecting Y/N happily obliged to help look over Donnie’s latest invention. While you weren’t even nearly as intelligent as this literal sentient computer (hell, he might even be smarter than that), you, as the officially appointed “ Assistant Scientist ”, had definitely picked up a thing or two! Enough that you were upgraded to being his reviser, the second pair of eyes that looked over his work. With your guard fully down, your beloved Donatello began his relentless tickling of your neck as you were firmly and lovingly pinned to the floor.
The fit of giggles that erupted from your chest as you thrashed under the weight of the turtle sitting comfortably upon your derrière were quickly taken as his reward.
Weakly, Y/N kicked and squealed as tears pricked their eyes. Their cries grew hoarse and then into quiet gasps and silent laughter as the tears stained their cheeks. The experience had left them so out of it that they hadn’t noticed the tickling ceased until oxygen filled their lungs once more.
“ You, you trai … Let me catch my breath, you—you snuck up on me! Hast thou no honor? No shame? “
Y/N slipped from under their bully, lifting into a cross legged position as the other let out a genuine laugh seldom heard.
“ Hmm, let me check my calculations once more, “
His lips quirked up into an annoying grin as he tapped on the tablet attached to his forearm before his eyes looked up at you—ah, that look, had your heart skipped again? Y/N’s eyes quickly avoided him which only transformed his grin to a victorious one.
“ I am 98% devoid of shame! “
“ Uh-huh, and—pray tell—what about that missing 2%, oh all smart and powerful Sir Donatello? “
“ Realistically speaking, you can never be 100% confident. “
“ Why you—! “
An inaudible squeak erupted the genius as Y/N lunged forward to tickle him back, only to have their hands grabbed swiftly and intertwined in his.
“ Though, I was 100% sure you would try to get revenge. “
“ 100? Check your math because I almost didn’t do it! “
Y/N gave the cheekiest grin, only to have Donnie’s hands wrap around them and pull them flat against his plastron, his hand holding your head against him.
“ But you still did it. “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌
“ … “
“ Ah… “
Y/N and Leo stared at each other, then the amalgamation of burnt mush between them, and then back to each other again.
“ On the bright side, we’ll know we aren’t on cooking duty next time? “
Leo cracked a grin before both of you stiffened instantly at the, “ WHO BURNT SOMETHING? “ echoed from across the lab. A fit of giggles escaped you as the blue banded dinner-criminal in front of you uttered a signature “ gyuu “ before tugging your frame through a quickly made portal as you two made your escape!
While running along the rooftops with an exhausting amount of stamina, leaping down into his arms whenever there was a jump a little too high for your legs to comfortably hop down, and laughing out what little oxygen was left in your lungs here and there, an important memory swirled to the forefront.
See, when it came to loving Leo, you never expected to be charmed by someone so …
Infuriating?
Sure, that sounded right. When you appeared into the brothers’ lives, it had happened at a Jupiter Jim movie showing. You and them were the only folks in the theatre, since it was a rerun of a previous movie that seemed to not be as much of a fan favorite. While you were the perfect example of how one should behave in a theatre, these rowdy brothers were quite the opposite.
Highly vocal about their disagreements with stuff in the movie, popcorn exploding in the air as they dramatically reacted to plot twists—like come on! How many years has this movie been out? No way they hadn’t seen it, what, did they live under a rock for god's sake?! But what really marked the line in the sand was when the beloved climax of the story came, one that had the most beautiful colors and framing you could ever see in any other movie.
On the edge of your seat, awaiting the dazzling display, the four brothers erupted from their seats and cheered louder than the movie’s volume. Each time you tried to look around them, it seemed almost too planned how they managed to cover your desperate gaze.
“ UGH! ENOUGH, YOU—“
Y/N yelled out in boiling anger, pointing towards them with a spiel on “ just how unruly they were ” prepared, but their throat seemed to dry up instantly when their faces all turned to them, revealing faces that just weren’t human.
The first of you all to respond and approach was a boy obscured by a blue beanie and scarf. He flashed a shaky grin and gave a polite bow with the nerdiest voice.
“ We apologize for being so rowdy, and I hope our snazzy turtle costumes aren’t spooking you too much! “
The fading memory brought a smile as Y/N dropped into Leo’s arms once more, walking hand in hand on the rooftop. He cracked an unknowing grin at your smile, and you squeezed his hand before letting go and walking towards the railing to gaze up at the sky.
“ Remember when we first met, Leo? “
“ Psh, yeah, at that Jupiter Jim showing of my favorite movie ever? You were completely enchanted by me, how could I forget? “
“ What? Enchanted?! “
Y/N sputtered out a laugh, whisking around to lock eyes with their love.
“ I was not enchanted, I was annoyed! You and your brothers were being disruptive and then you tried to pass off as cosplayers. “
With a snort, they turned back around and looked up at the stars. Y/N leaned against the railing, elbow as weight and head resting in their open palm. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the two now, likely with Leo trying to figure out some witty comeback to combat that with. A few thoughts crossed your head, figuring out if you should speak again or continue in this quiet moment beneath the stars—rather romantic in and of itself already, if you did say so yourself. This made you smirk for a second, shaking your head before deciding on the perfect thing to say next.
“ I would say I’m enchanted now, though. “
“ … “
The silence was not comfortable this time—honestly it was more awkward than anything you could imagine experiencing at this second— so with a tilt of your head, looking over your shoulder, there was a star-struck ninja illuminated by moon’s light. His eyes looked through yours with a warm kindness that felt like home. It took everything in you to not break this silence, wishing to stare into those eyes forever. Alas, embarrassment under such a loving gaze resulted in you nervously stuttering out your words, contemplating on turning back to the sky.
“ He-Hey, you okay? Are you good? “
“ You’re so important to me. “
“ Whuh— “
Snaking around your waist were his arms, snug against your frame as his chin rested on your shoulder. Your face flushes as your bashful gaze returns to the sky, catching a star here and there. A gentle kiss was pressed upon your cheek, resulting in you loosening against him and giving a content smile. With your head against his plastron and the stars captivating you in what could’ve been an absolutely romantic moment, there was the mischievous smirk that went unnoticed.
Leo pulled away slowly, his hands resting upon your hips.
“ I’m only doing it ‘cause you’re too cute. “
“ What? “
In merely a second, his fingers snaked under your shirt and tickled your sides relentlessly. A screech escaped your lips as you struggled and squirmed away, only to be held in place by one of his arms while the other continued tickling you.
“ LE—HHH—LEO PLEAAAAAAAH! STAH—STOP IT! DEMON! DEEEEEEMOOOOOONNN!! “
The two of you plunged to the ground from your frantic kicking, the blue culprit laughing all too hard while you struggled to cry for help between heavy inhales, sucking air in before your traitorous laughter emptied you all over again.
“ LEEEEEE—-!!!! “
Soon, Y/N’s struggling slowed down out of exhaustion until the two laid upon the rooftop with scattered giggles and chuckles. You wiped away tears from your eyes, rolling away from Leo with a playful shove and a glare that said, “ don’t you dare do that again or else! “ He flashed you puppy eyes, holding out his arms to beckon you on back.
So, of course you left him hanging for a bit, watching as he pouted—all a ruse, of course! Don’t be fooled!! And you weren’t, you stood your ground until he simply muttered a “ c’mere “ and pulled you back over to him. Head resting on his shoulder, his own hand pulling yours to rest on his plastron, and now you both look up at the sky where gray clouds fly by ever so slowly upon the navy blue landscape, illuminated by a full moon. The two of you basked in its gentle glow. Silence wrapped its arms around you both, allowing the beeps and distant shouts of the below New York world to supply ambiance.
“ So, do you think Mikey’s found our mess? “
“ Think? “
Leo tilted his head to you, confident in his next response,
“ I wouldn’t be surprised to see him swinging over from right over there. “
His finger pointed at the rooftop across from the one you laid on. A snort escaped you at the image of an angry Mikey booking it towards you both.
But, for now there was no angry brother in the distance hunting you down—well, that you knew of at least, so you settled for snuggling closer against his shoulder with a little tremble (which went unnoticed, as his arms hugged you tightly for a second then loosened, his hand moving to rub your arm fast enough to generate some heat!)
Once more, silence blanketed you both as a game of “ I spy ” and “ What Shape is the Cloud ” ensued.
Said silence was broken as y’all pointed up and screamed,
“ THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE JUPITER JIM?! ”
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday
Started uni yesterday and had one hell of a therapy session this morning so I decided the only way to heal my battered and bruised soul was to write some more domestic Buckley-Diaz zoo trip. Please enjoy!
Buck and Christopher walk side by side, dodging small clusters of families with screaming children, mothers dragging their little cherubs along on those weird toddler leash things, and exasperated fathers trying to make head or tails of the less-than-helpful map. As they walk, Buck begins to hum the first song that comes to mind, one that’s been stuck in his mind since they left Eddie’s house, actually. Christopher looks up at him, brows knitted in confusion as he clearly doesn’t recognise it, so Bucks starts over, singing softly under his breath.
“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do. No crocodiles, or rhinoceroseses, I only like hippopotamuseses!” he sings, finishing with a flourish. He’s not the words best singer, can barely carry a tune if it’s gift-wrapped and handed to him, but the lyrics are appropriate for the occasion, and they have the exact effect he’s looking for: Christopher cringing and whining about how embarrassing he is.
“Buck, it’s April. Why are you singing Christmas songs?” Christopher groans, nudging Buck with a pointy elbow.
Buck pokes him back, making Christopher wriggle away as he hits a ticklish spot. “I’m putting in my request early. Do you know how long it takes to grow a hippo?”
“Eight months.,” Christopher replies instantly, not missing a beat. “Or around 240 days, to be exact.”
Buck stares at him, a little shocked at how readily Christopher had this information, before shaking himself and continuing his teasing. “Yeah, exactly. And what’s in 8 months?”
Christopher counts on his fingers, murmuring each month under his breath, until he reaches 8, at which point he deflates a small amount. “Oh. Christmas.”
“Exactly, Christmas,” Buck replies with a grin, looping an arm around Christopher’s shoulders. “Want me to ask the big guy for one for you, too? Or do you think you dad won’t like that too much?”
“Buck!” Christopher groans, shrugging off Buck’s arm, but Buck can see the smile pulling at the pre-teen’s lips. Christopher might like to act like he’s too old to hang out with his dad and Buck, but Buck knows that deep down, Christopher still loves his time with them, if the way Christopher quickly nudges his head against Buck’s tricep is any indication.
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Massage
It’s honestly criminal that I haven’t written for them yet lol. Shame on me ig haha. This idea was in my head for days but I haven’t gotten the motivation to write it till now lol. My bad. Anyway I hope you enjoy! If anyone wants they can feel free to see this as a ship, I don’t really care, but personally I wrote it as sisterly love to a younger brother. Also I love that April is technically older that all the turtles lmao.
Warnings: Not really a ship fic, fluff, tickling so feel free to keep scrolling if that makes you uncomfortable :)
Summery: When April offers to give Donnie a massage, she finds out a little something else about the genius scientist.
April was hanging out with Donnie in his lab while he worked. Donnie usually didn’t like company when working as it was sometimes distracting, but sometimes it was quite welcome.
The mutant scientist rolled his head around, in attempts to loosen the aching he felt in his neck. But it only caused a sharper pain flare.
April watched him with some concern. “You ok Dee?”
“Yeah I’m fine. I just have this really bad ache in my neck. Perhaps I slept the wrong way last night.”
“Do you want me to massage it for you?” April offered. Donnie considered this for a moment. On one hand, he wasn’t a huge fan of people touching him unless for certain circumstances. On the other hand, the pain was getting in the way of him completing his tech.
He sighed.
“I supposed… If… if it will help.” He said at last.
April smiled, glad that she could be helpful to him and that he was accepting said help for once.
She approached him. “Oh uh… do you mind…?” She asked, gesturing to his battle shell. “I mean-“ she added, “only if you’re comfortable with it that is…”
Donnie hesitated, and the pressed the button on his shell to release the protective shield. Surprisingly to him, it took some weight off him and made him feel a lot less tense.
April, putting aside the battle shell, began working her fingers into the muscles of his neck. Donnie flinched for a moment at the contact, but then sighed out as he soon found himself melting under the soft pressing.
April smiled fondly. He clearly needed this.
Soon, after some time of this, she went down, and a little too close to the top edge of his shell. Donnie played with his fingers as an attempt to try and focus on something else other than the tingly sensations he was now feeling.
April wasn’t aware of this, but she noticed him tense up a lot more. “Wow you really are tense Dee…” she pressed a bit harder. Donnies breath hitched as he scrunched his shoulders up instinctively and slightly pulled away.
“Donnie am I hurting you?” She asked worriedly. “Oh, uh no sorry… it’s just…” he faltered and paused.
“Just what?” She asked.
She then poked at the spot curiously again. I mean, he said it didn’t hurt right?
Donnie, not expecting the touch this time, accidentally let out a small and short giggle.
April froze. Donnie… giggled?
Understanding washed over her and she smirked. He was ticklish.
Oh this was just too good.
“Ok then.” She said simply, and continued her massaging. Now she was aware, she could feel him shaking slightly, and knew he was holding back laughter. She didn’t mind. She knew just how to make him crack.
She went a little lower, now digging gently right at the baseline of his shell.
Donnie arched his back slightly and barked out a laugh, covering his mouth immediately after.
“What’s so funny Dee?” April asked with a sly smirk. Before Donnie could defend himself April then repeatedly began poking and prodding at his sides. Donnie seized up and burst into actual giggles now.
“Ahahapril!!!” He protested, trying to move away from her offending fingers in his chair.
“Awww… is someone ticklish?” She teased, making his face go red and him laugh harder.
When she then skittered her fingers at his shell, since based off previous events that seemed to be one of his most sensitive spots, Donnie finally lost it.
“AHAHPRIL STAHAHAP!!!” He squealed through his cackles as he banged his fist on the desk with one hand and tried pushing her away from behind with the other.
April noticed he was reaching his limit and stopped, leaving him in a rare giggle high at his desk.
“Dee..” She began after a moment of letting him regaining his composure. “I’m sorry… you ok?” She asked sheepishly.
Donnie didn’t say anything, but suddenly placed his battle shell back on, and then metallic tentacles came out of it. “I am. But I cant say the same for you…” He said, with a smile slowly appearing on his face.
The lab was soon filled with Aprils laughter as the purple loving, tech obsessed scientist got his revenge. He also noticed that he did feel a lot less tense and stressed. He would have to remember to thank her after.
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Just wanted to bless you with this information, it is cannon that Husk is ticklish. 😱
https://www.tumblr.com/zatyrlucy/617504798507515904/ok-guys-i-watched-fausts-april-9th-stream-and-i
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