Ayy, look at me finally getting around to this months old ask. Sorry for taking so long. Writing is hard and tickle fic writing is even harder.
Sorry this is so short but I was never going to get around to this unless I did something.
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"Aww such a big guy but you get taken down just from this? Really?" Leo's voice was obnoxiously smug and begging for him to throw him across the room.
"SHUHUHUHUHUT AHAHA UP!" He threw his head back and laughed. Not at all what he planned to do. But his mind was a little sidetracked.
He swiped his arm out blindly but he didn't even brush his most annoying brother. A sharp tweak across his sides sent him curled back over.
"Then stop me," Leo chirped as he then dug into his armpits viciously. He showed him no mercy and delighted in torturing him.
"LEO! HAHAHA!" Raph slammed his arms down but it did nothing to stop the overpowering scratching tickles. His mind was ringing from the sensation and his body was wildly flinching in response but it was all futile.
Leo was perched on his shell, he could feel that. It should be easy. His brother was tiny in comparison to him.
Raph was usually much more aware of his surroundings to avoid hurting his brothers. It came from being almost double the size of his brothers and covered in sharp spikes from every angle.
But as Leo blew a raspberry into his neck, that fact that's followed him through his life disappeared.
Raph threw himself on his back to knock Leo off or maybe even trap him underneath his weight.
For one peaceful second, the tickling stopped.
Raph giggled and kicked out his feet as his mind was freed from the torment of tickling. He couldn't feel Leo underneath him.
"Huh? Leo?"
"Big mistake mister!" Leo gasped as he jumped up from behind him and launched another tickle attack on his stomach.
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“You give me a different fake name every time you come into Starbucks and I just want to know your real name because you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid latte”
Summary: Logan is a barista and Virgil comes in daily and orders coffee and never gives his real name
Ships: Analogical
Warnings: Does coffee count as a food mention? If so food mention
Word Count: 682
Note: another request from @dodiesthiccbrows hope you enjoy
@fandersfic-analogical
Logan looked up when the door opened and the bell rang. One the regulars was walking in, he wore black skinny jeans, a purple V-neck, and a black hoodie covered in handsewn purple patches, he really went in on the purple and black angsty emo thing, he even had dyed purple hair that he started sporting a couple months back and dark black eyeshadow he wore under his eyes.
“Hey, I’ll have the regular”
“That’ll be $4.98, what’s the name for the order?”
The man smirked “I think today it’s gonna be Alexis”
Logan write the name onto the cup “Oh, regular kind of name today I see, nice choice Alexis”
“Thank you I try”
Logan moved in front of the machine and began prepping the drink “Give me a second and I’ll have it made”
Once Logan finished making the drink he turned to counter “One Venti Caffe Mocha for an Alexis”
“Thanks, see ya tomorrow”
And there he went out the door to his own life. Logan heard someone come in from the backroom. Logan turned and saw Roman looking at him.
Roman looked slightly exasperated “Will you ever ask for his number?”
“Roman I don’t even know his real name wouldn’t it be a bit odd if I just randomly asked for his number?”
“Then ask for his real name”
“What am I supposed to say ‘You give me a different fake name every time you come in and I just want to know your real name because you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid latte’” Logan ranted
“Uhm Logan, you might want to turn around”
Logan turned around to see him standing just inside the shop. His face had a deep blush and his eyes were wide
“I-um left me wallet” he stuttered out. He quickly raced to the counter, grabbed his wallet and darted out once more.
Logan stood in shock.
Roman pushed Logan toward the door “What are you waiting for! Go after him!”
“What do you mean?! What am I supposed to say?!”
“It doesn’t matter, follow your heart and GO!” Roman pushed him out of the shop
Logan stumbled and caught his balance and looked around he raced over when he spotted him.
“Wait! Wait let me talk to you!” Logan called out
He looked up and froze, staring at Logan.
Logan rushed over to him “Hey, I’m sorry about that”
“It fine” he rushed out “I’m sorry I was annoying you with the fake names”
“Nonono the fake names were funny” Logan corrected “I was annoyed with my coworker who won't stop bugging me to ask for your number”
“Wait you want my number?”
Logan froze realizing what he said “I um have kind of been wanting to ask you for it for a while now but I was sure it was appropriate since I didn’t even know your name”
“Oh well” he pulled his phone out “Here add your number and I’ll text you”
Logan quickly added his number and handed the phone back.
“What about that name?” he asked
“Oh, it Virgil, kind of an odd name which is why I use a fake one when I get coffee”.
“Virgil, that’s a nice name. I quite like” Logan said smiling
“Oh, um thanks I guess” Virgil blushed “Your name is Logan, right?”
“Yeah, Logan”
“Ok cool. I’ll text you later and maybe we can hang out sometime”
“That would be great” Logan concurred “I’ll see you tomorrow when you get coffee”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow” Virgil nodded before heading towards his car and driving off
Logan went back inside only to be bombarded by Roman with questions
“What happened!? Did you get his name?! Did you get his number?! Tell me everything!!!” Roman then dragged him into the backroom and made him tell what happened.
Later that day Logan got a text from Virgil and they ended up setting up plans to see a movie and get dinner and despite Logan trying to tell Roman otherwise he knew it was a date even if he wouldn’t say it.
Summary: Mikey through a portal mishap is stuck in the 2012 series. Not a big deal, but he’s noticed that they’re all so serious. Not nearly as huggy and close as him and his brothers. Welp, time to fix that!
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Things were so different here. Which makes sense. Like duh, it was his brothers from another universe. But it was weird. It was weird to see a Leo who spent all his time hidden away in the dojo meditating. Raph who spent all his free time reading comics and judging his brothers. Donnie... well actually Donnie was largely the same as his Donnie, spending a lot of time being the mad scientist he is. This version of himself was always doing his own thing.
The only times they were together were when they were patrolling or when they were watching tv in the night. But otherwise, everyone was busy doing their own thing. Being serious and nothing like his own touchy feely family.
And of course, he was going to fix this!
Somehow...
Admittedly, he had no idea how he was going to. But he was taking it one step at a time. First he had been trying to get involved in all their hobbies. Right now he was sitting with Leo watching some show he liked called Space Heroes. It was... alright? Probably didn’t help that he was in the middle of a later season and Leo had gotten too lost in the sauce to remember to speak at a normal pace when recapping the show.
He was still rambling furiously, his hands vibrating violently in front of him. His Leo didn’t do any of this but he recognised all of this from Donnie so he found himself smiling so wide at how obviously happy Leo was. The happiness radiating from him. Sitting crossed legged together enjoying a show.
He so badly wished he could see them all this aggressively cheerful and happy. Leo burst into a huge smile as the Space Captain slapped his... co-captain? Okay a little weird but whatever makes him happy. Mikey wanted so badly to see this Leo finally let go and be fully silly and happy.
His own Leo was so much more laidback and always willing to dive head first into the chaos.
At that thought, a lightbulb went off in his head.
His bent knee was pointed straight at him and that was his Leo’s like ultimate weakness. Leo’s legs were his worst spot, although he was definitely a walking tickle spot to be fair. Every part of his leg were very ticklish, his calves, the back of his knees, knees in general and don’t even think about his thighs or he’ll explode.
While he was distracted, he placed his scrunched up fingers right on his knee and then slowly drew his hands out in a slow crawling tickle across his bent knee.
“This is like their thing. So typi-AAAH!” Leo leapt like three feet in the air. He looked at him with sheer bewilderment and betrayal. “What was that!”
“Uhh... me tickling you?”
“No, I know that. Like... what kind of technique was that?” Leo laughed.
“Oh that!” Mikey spread out his fingers again on his kneecap to demonstrate, sending a violent jolt and slapping a hand over his giggles, “This drives my Leonardo insane! We have to pin his leg down so we can do it over and over again.”
He didn’t realise he was demonstrating over and over again until Leo was slapping the sofa arm. “Pfftahaha HAH! Hehe, o-okay. Okay okay okay! Hah! I get it!” He wiggled his knee but never withdrew his leg.
“Haha, no! C’mon! We can consider it a science experiment!” Mikey clapped his hands as he inched forward into his space, his plan all coming together. “Let’s see if you have the same tickle spots as my Leo!”
He pushed him down to lay on the sofa, had to make him comfortable before wrecking him to tears! Jumping up to his stomach to pin him down, he faced his legs. Obviously any Leonardo must have the most ticklish legs in existence, right?
“Wait! What! No, we don’t have to do this!”
“Oh yes we do!” Mikey cracked his fingers before he immediately grabbed his knees and started squeezing.
Leo jolted up but his own weight kept him pinned. “HAH! Wahait! WAHAIT! HA! Ahahahaha!” He drummed his feet violently.
“Aww, that’s not as much laughter as I was expecting,” Mikey whined. His Leo would already be driven to tears by this. Yet this Leo was just laughing. Not even that hard! Huh, that’s... weird. Ugh, he was just being stupid. Of course this Leo was different, he was different in a million ways from his Leo. They weren’t even the same species! He needed to get over himself. Try to enjoy the silly moment. He spidered his fingers over his knees again.
“Ihi Ah! Ah! Wait! Hahaha! Ah! I didn’t even know my knees were ticklish!” Leo gasped.
That made him stop. “What!” Mikey gasped himself.
“Who goes for the knees when tickling someone!” Leo gasped amongst his giggles.
“Uh me!” Mikey gasped as he squeezed his knee again, sending Leo tumbling back down from his sass, “I can go for the knees. Since I have a brother who dies if you go for the knees!”
“Hahahaha! Wehell that’s hahaha dumb!” Leo snarked, bucking up to try and kick him off. Which almost worked. Mikey had to put an end to that.
But now he felt like he was in uncharted territory. It makes sense, he thought. This Leo did act entirely differently so of course he’d have different spots. He looked him over passively at where to go next.
Suddenly he snapped forward and started scribbling over his plastron. His scutes lay in a different layout than Leo’s, and also unlike his Leo, he immediately burst into frantic bright laughter. “WAHAHAHAIT! WAIT WAIT HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Mikey smiled manically. “Now there’s some good laughter! Is that a good spot, huh? Is that an extra ticklish spot? Does it tickle tickle tickle you!”
Mikey felt all his weirdness completely disappear though as Leo slapped a hand over his face as he slowly turned bright red.
“You can blush! That’s amazing! Look at how red you are!” Mikey cooed.
“HAHA SHUUHUUHU SHUSH! HAHAHHAHAHAAHAA! STAHAP TALKING!” Leo kicked out frantically as he slowly turned more and more red.
“Aww you’re so adorable!” Mikey exclaimed as he traced around his scutes which sent Leo tumbling down even more frantic laughter. His head tipped back as he was lost to the sensation. “But is this where you’re most ticklish? Oooor is there another spot?”
The way he reacted clearly meant he was close though. Mikey used the tracing to explore his whole torso.
“NO! NO! HAHAHAHAA! HA! HA! HA! NO!” Leo suddenly gasped as he fingers trailed from his stomach to his sides.
Mikey grinned evilly. “Oh you shouldn’t have said that!”
Not one to waste time, he immediately started pinching and scribbling over his sides. It was really fun to tickle actually! The smooth shell of his sides was fun to slide his fingers against and the polished smooth texture made him want to keep tickling and tickling.
“Oh this is too much fun! I’ve gotta keep tickling you! I can’t stop tickling you!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Leo was totally lost to the sensation and Mikey knew it was time to let up. He really didn’t want to kill him or something.
Well okay, maybe one last tickle.
As he harshly scrubbed against his sides and Leo jolted up, he met him halfway with a raspberry pressed in the middle of his plastron.
Leo’s laughter went silent until Mikey sat back up and gentle climbed off of him.
“Huh, you and my Leo have completely different tickle spots,” He grinned but that smile kept growing when Leo kept laughing.
“Hahahaa... ha... heh... whaht was thahaha hahaha... about!” Leo exclaimed. Setting off more of his laughter as he remembered and brought up the tickling.
“Dunno!” He chirped back, giggling himself too, “For the funsies.”
“Nahat fun! Ha! Hahahahaa!”
“You can stop laughing,” Mikey giggled. The laughter catching on. Leo had yet to even sit up yet and seemed totally lost in his own unending giggles.
A snort ripped through the room and properly set off Mikey’s laughter.
“Dude, stop laughing! I’m not tickling you!”
“Dohon’t SAY THE WORD! Hahahaha! HAH! Heheheee...”
Wholeheartedly, Mikey thought that would be stuck in the cycle of making each other laugh if it wasn’t for this world’s Raph walking in.
“Okay, who got Leo tickle drunk?”
“Tickle drunk?” Mikey asked incredulously.
“STAHAP SAHAYING THE WORD HEHEHEEEE!” Leo kicked out his feet again from the tiny ball he was curling into.
Raph sauntered over with such a fond smile and casually leaned an arm on the back of the sofa. “Yeah, if anyone... uh t-words Leo then he can’t stop thinking about it which means he can picture the sensation. Meaning! He can’t stop giggling or feeling like he still being attacked.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Mikey lit up like christmas had come early, “Can you not say the word tickle?”
The instant he said it, Leo snorted as he frantically tried rubbing away at his sides. Raph looked on with a mischevious smirk. “Oh I can definitely say the word tickle,” He deliberately spoke clearly and sounded out each syllable in the word, much to Leo’s giggly dismay, “it’s just that it takes a while for Leo to stop being tickle drunk, especially if everyone keeps mentioning it.”
Mikey finally made eye contact with Leo as he peered up at him through the tiny ball he curled into. And as subtle as a ninja, he flicked his eyes back to Raph quickly. Thankfully, Leo seemed to grasp his message. “Well, you know what would probably help?” Mikey cued up.
“What?” Raph asked genuinely.
“To tickle someone else!” He roared before grabbing Raph and somersaulting him on to the sofa, where Leo immediately grabbed hold oh him and dug away at his pits.
Well it wouldn’t be fair to just test the tickle spots of one of their alternative universe selves.
Summary: A turtle pile going to chaos due to some restless fingers.
Note: Woop, woop, this is the sound of the tickle fic warning alarm, woop, woop. You have been warned.
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Leo had never felt more at peace than at this very moment. He was in that awkward stage between asleep and awake but it felt peaceful and sweet. Awareness crept in but he felt no urge to open his eyes. He was warm and cozy with someone's legs thrown over his shell. His arms were curled tight around someone. The weight from his brothers making him feel hidden and cozy.
And a tingling sensation creeping along his palm.
He wiped his palm on whoever's chest it was resting on. It wasn't anything to worry about, just a wayward itch.
A minute passed until it came back.
A ticklish sensation dancing across his palm. Gently caressing along his palm and tracing the lines of his hand with the utmost care. He flicked his wrist.
He tried to settle into an even more comfortable position. This time the listless tickle didn't come back for a solid couple of minutes.
But this time it came back on the back of his hand. Leo truly didn't think he was ticklish on the back of his hand but the tiny tickle was wearing him down. It was a delicate tracing touch from someone's finger that swirled and twirled across his skin like a dancer. A smile naturally curled on to his face.
It really tickled.
He tried to hold still to see if whoever was doing this would stop but the sensations all built on top of each other. Each meandering loop of the finger kept layering the tickles over each other.
Normally Leo wouldn't really laugh from hand tickles. he would flinch and flap around but not really laugh.
But this time he could feel the giggles starting to escape.
"Whoever hehe that is stahahap!" Leo finally snapped, knocking his hand into someone's shell like he could swat away the feeling.
But at the same time he spoke, someone else also snapped, "Mikey, stop moving your feheheet!"
Leo now opened his eyes and was greeted with Mikey smiling embarrassingly with a blush. "Sorry guys. I'm getting a little restless."
Now he was looking, he could see that Mikey had been the one tracing his hand and also was using his foot to trace along Donnie's foot.
And despite his sheepish smile, Mikey was still tickling away at Donnie's foot and his finger was still poised over his hand. "If you still want cuddles then you'll have to deal with the tickles!" Mikey chirped happily.
"Mihihihikey!" Donnie kicked out his foot but continued to lay there with his eyes closed.
The finger returned to his palm but this time, Mikey had grabbed his wrist and keeping his hand pinned. It startled a snorty laugh from him. "Mikey!"
"Mikey, what have we talked about when it comes to tickling your serious boring brothers?" Raph's gruff sleepy voice cut through the quiet giggles filling the room.
"No?" Mikey asked, cutely turning his head to the side as if he was just a cute innocent angel.
"That if you're gonna tickle them then invite me too!" Raph smirked cockily but his voice was still whispered and sleepy.
Not that Leo felt that anymore. Any quiet sleepiness was ripped away the second he felt Raph's hand grab his knee and start squeezing.
"HAHAHA! Rahahaph!" Leo lurched up but the weight of all his brothers kept him down. He barely raised his leg.
"Tag team, bro!" Mikey grinned wildly as he immediately went to start tickling away under Leo's chin.
His and Donnie's quiet muffled giggles immediately transforming into loud unabashed laughter.
Yet it was worth noting that none of them really moved from the turtle pile.
Note: My motivation to write has been awful so I'm just posting the fics I do have!!! This is a tickle fic, oh the shock and horror!
Lee Leo, Ler Karai
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"No! No I don't!" Leo wailed, throwing his face into his pillows. He couldn't bear to look. He didn't dare to move.
"Are you sure?" She practically sang but yet she didn't move either. Her hand perfectly poised over his foot, her nails digging into his sole firmly but totally still.
It made electricity course through him and his face was slowly betraying him as a smile was becoming harder and harder to resist. Not that she was even doing anything yet! She was doing nothing! What kind of idiot broke down at someone just merely touching his foot.
"I think you do like being tickled and just don't want to admit it."
The word made his body jolt violently. His back arching dramatically and a laugh bubbling out before he could control it. Not that her hand had moved. It stayed still over his foot. "NO!"
"Hmm," she hummed dismissively, like he was a petulant child whining about having to go to bed. It made his stomach tingle. Not that he was acting childish, if anything he was being totally reasonable!
Her hand was impossible to ignore. Her fingernails pressing firmly against his foot and the tension in the room kept his brain firmly locked on to what was going to happen.
"Are you sure? I mean, you're not pulling away?"
It was a trick. He knew this. He wasn't going to fall for it. When she had first grabbed him, she clawed away at his foot like a mad man when he tried to thrash away. If he tried to get away, then she would torture him! And it was torture, of course. Who would enjoy being tickled? Everyone found it torture.
But that did nothing to help his current situation. Him laying across his bed, his breath slowly running out as he tried to breathe through the pillow, and his left leg stretched out with his foot caught tightly in her clutches. Her grip was tight on his ankle, there wasn't a way to just easily break free.
And she was free to do anything. He wasn't looking. She had her nails done only a few days ago. There was no stopping her. He was powerless and lost to her whims.
The sight alone would send him squealing like an embarrassing pig but the never ending build up and tension of waiting for her to move was driving him insane.
"Karai!" He whined, immediately making him blush with how utterly pathetic that sounded. Was he really going to be brought down by tickling? Oh no, that thought made his face burn brighter. No, no, don't think like that. He's stronger than this. This can't take him down. "You're being so childish!"
She snorted with how hard that made her laugh. "I'M being childish? Have you tried looking in a mirror? I think you're-"
Her hand crept up from his heel.
"the one-"
She dragged her nails harshly from over the bump of his heel. Clawing her way to the smooth skin of his instep.
"being-"
The tickle crawled over his instep painfully slowly before approaching his toes. Her hand somehow going slower as she got closer and closer.
"childish."
Her fingers paused at the stems of his toes. Her sharp polished nails stopped just underneath his toes.
Now that she had stopped again, it made Leo realise that the whole time she was moving her hand that he was gasping out the most insane garbled whining sound. Not quite a laugh but certainly a little weirder than a whine.
He didn't dare breathe but also the whole time she did that he hadn't taken a breath in. He panted as heavily as when he was trying to master a particularly difficult kata.
"Karai! Karai! No, no, stop!" Leo threw his head and drummed out his other leg. He didn't dare move his other foot as moving would mean her nails moving across his sole again. His stomach was flipping madly and the grin on his face felt permanent.
"I'm not doing anything."
"Yes you are! You were! Karai!" Leo giggled frantically.
"Your toes are so weird looking." That sentence was like a bucket of ice water over him.
If Karai thought he was begging before then it was nothing to the frantic babbling now. "Karai!" He shouted, the impact definitely being lost due his face still being buried away in his pillow.
"They're so tiny. You only have three toes. I've never had a chance to really look at them."
Her hand was still. That somehow made it worse? The tension of the room melting a little and his stomach sank at that? He couldn't say it. It would be weird to say it. The sort of thing that his brothers would mock him mercilessly for.
"When was the last time you were tickled? Huh, Leo? When was the last time? Did you have fun that last time? Do you remember it whenever you crave tickles?"
Her words wormed under his skin and rattled inside his brain. It made his restless wiggles worse. He couldn't stay still even if his life depended on it.
He did remember it. It was years ago. Mikey and him had been sparing with everyone waiting for them to finish. And for once, Mikey was putting in the effort. He was too quick and agile for him to get close to him. Until he finally managed to grab a hold of him. He tried to twist his weight to bring him to the floor but Mikey fought back against the motion.
They were only ten years old and hadn't quite built up the strength to flip him over. So they were locked in a stalemate. Leo could see Sensei going to call a time out when Mikey tickled under his arm. He squealed like a baby and flinched away. Only Mikey hadn't let up. He followed him, continually tickling him in front of his whole family until Leo fell to the floor. He slammed his hand to the floor as he cried for mercy.
The whole thing was so embarrassing. The fact that Mikey didn't let up. That it happened in front of everyone. Made worse by the fact that Sensei had congratulated Mikey and told them the usefulness of surprising the enemy and doing whatever it took to gain an advantage.
And he spluttered out a pathetic laugh as he answered Karai's question in his head.
He did think about that a lot. The last time he was tickled was when he was ten. And he didn't even appreciate it at the time! Too embarrassed and trying to escape! It probably lasted only a minute and despite doing everything to escape, he couldn't help but wonder if it had lasted longer. If he held out and Mikey had to just keep ti-
It was so sad! His face burned brighter than it ever had in his whole life. Like whenever a tickling scene came on tv and he had to immediately leave the room as his stomach flipped and his skin itched... but then he'd sneak away to his room and watch the exact same scene on his phone.
But that was weird! Weird and wrong, right? It had to be! No one else thought this way.
"You only have to say it and maybe I'll finally tickle these toes of yours."
He was going to say it. He wasn't going to let this be another memory he looks back to and wonders. The words collected behind his tongue but refused to budge. Much like Karai's hand still poised under his toes.
His chest heaved with his uneven breaths and need to laugh. To feel himself totally let go and just fully enjoy what was going to happen. It felt like standing on a precipice.
Her fingers jolted suddenly.
He screeched like a pterodactyl.
"I'm waiting," she sang.
"Okay, okay. Plea- please... Please cohould you heheh! Hah! Karai! Karai! Please... please can you just- tickle me?"
She raised a brow. "Oh, why? Do you happen to enjoy this Leo?"
The words suddenly burst out of him. "Yes!"
"Aww, that's cute," she smiled before instantly wiggling her fingers underneath his toes, sending him careening into laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHA! AAAH! HAHAH! AHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!"
"Your toes are so stubby. What's even the point in them?" She giggled as she circled a finger teasingly around his middle toe. A gentle whisper as she spun round and round.
He arched up and flopped back down dramatically on the bed.
"At least they're cute. Cute to tickle anyway," she cooed with a frighteningly powerful impact, "This is all your fault anyway. If you weren't so fun to tickle, then I wouldn't want to tickle you so bad. It's a good thing you like it so much."
Tears beaded in his eyes but yet he didn't care. "HAHAHAAHAAA! AHAHA! KARAI! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He made extra sure not to say anything in case he accidentally asked for it to stop. There was no way he was putting up with the torment again.
"You should ask to be tickled more, Leo. Your laugh is so cute."
His laugh wasn't. It was a mangled raspy thing after his voice got messed up. Even as he was practically busting a gut with laughter, it still sounded weak and whistly. Not that he was really paying much attention. His mind was a little preoccupied with the relentless tickling.
"Will you ask me to tickle you again?"
Her fingers slowed to barely a crawl over his instep as she looked at him expectantly. At this point, she could've asked him to run away and join the circus and he would've answered.
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Summary: Two moments when Donny was tickled by an older brother.
Note: First 03 tickle fic let's gooooo! Hell's yeah I'm taking SAINW and making it mildly silly. As literally stated in the other sentence, this is a tickle fic. Not your thing then don't worry dude!
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"You should be resting."
Donny startled badly. He whipped round at the unfamiliar voice and was once again struck by the sight of this universe's Leo.
It was such a contrast to everything he kenw Leo to be. It had been days Donny had been stuck in this nightmare world and yet seeing these aproximations of his brothers still chilled him. This Leo was huge. He stood inches above him and the apocalpyse had done wonders for making him even more muscled. The big dramatic coat made him seem even bigger. The looming presence complete with his dark glasses perched on his snout.
Despite that being a sentence that he had heard a million times from his brothers, as familiar as his own voice at this point, it registered as completely foreign. Donny dropped the wrench and stepped away from the tunneler. It was like being told off by your parents rather than an annoying older brother who didn't listen to his own advice.
Donny couldn't think what to say so he threw out the first thing that came to his mind. "You should be too."
If this was his own world with his own brothers, Leo would've had some remark prepared and sauntered into the room to physically drag him to bed. But it wasn't. This Leo stared at him with an expression unreadable from his glasses. Like it was genuinely stunning that Donny had resisted going to bed.
All his brothers, his family… they had been so twisted and torn that they barely ressembled his family.
The only solace was seeing that it seemed just as hard on them to see him.
Leo walked into the room stiffly and sat next to him on the floor. His movement was stilted. "I thought you said the Tunneler was ready for the plan."
Huh, no chasing to go to bed. Donny allowed the conversation to change. "Yeah but it's not going to hurt to make sure. Just a quick service… maybe change the oil, never hurts to look at break fluid, tyre pressure… then I'll head to bed," Donny sighed as he gestured to the vehicle in front of him.
Leo unexpectedly snorted.
Donny snapped to him and smiled himself. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing. It's just… you haven't changed. Always overthinking. Always hiding your nerves underneath science talk."
Leo slugged an arm over him and jokingly jostled him. The most physical affection he had received since being thrown into this world. "Just head to sleep. The others here are more than capable of finishing what you started."
Leo went to stand up and grabbed his waist to pull him up too. But feeling two hands grab on to his sides had Donny flinching away with a humiliating squeak.
"Leheo! Easy! I can stand on my own," Donny waved him off. He would've stood up but he caught Leo staring at him incredulously.
His jaw hanging open and everything. His face lifted with amazed joy and timid trepidation.
"Leo?"
"It's been so long since I've heard…"
Donny stood up and grabbed the uncanny version of his older brother. "Are you okaAAY!"
Leo, despite being frozen in shock, overcame that quickly.
His hands latched on his sides again and started squeezing. Donny stumbled back in reflex, his shell colliding with the tunneler's side. Leo snorted again in amusement and playfulness overtook him again. Quick as a bullet, he used Donny's weakness against the tickling to pull him into his chest and trap him in a tight hug. Donny tried to wiggle free before he could be fully trapped but Leo easily overpowered his flailing limbs.
Donny's shell was soon cushioned by the plastron of his older brother. With his hands squeezing up and down his sides.
"Hahaha! HAHA! HAHAHA! LEO HAHA!" Donny burst out.
"I have extra time to catch up on, Don! Hold still," Leo giggled himself as he wrestled to keep control of Donny thrashing around.
The entire adventure had been so stressful and scary. Donny hadn't relaxed for a single second since he woke up in the destroyed Lair.
But now he was laughing. For the first time, he could finally see his older brother in the grown turtle standing before him. His hands were calloused and rough against his bare sides but the squeezing jolts of ticklishness felt the exact same.
Maybe it was the stress of everything but Donny couldn't help but lean into the physical affection. It was maddening as his nerves kept him wiggling away and trying to escape Leo's hug.
Yet his brain latched on to the normal silliness after days of fear and anxiety.
"What the shell are ya doin'?"
Both him and Leo startled and whipped around to see Mikey and Raph standing there.
They were stood awkwardly caught between laughing along with them and feeling uncomfortable at the tense plans for the day ahead.
"Tickling Donny!" Leo chirped back, just radiating absolute childish joy. "He's still so ticklish. I almost forgot…"
His voice wavered but his hand quickly moved to scratch lightly at the front of his plastron.
The tickling sensation was slightly muted through his plastron but his stomach was ticklish enough that his knees buckled and giggles exploded from him anyway. He flinched backwards deeper into Leo's tickle hug.
"Well, I ain't gonna get this chance again." Donny barely heard him before Raph literally ran up to join the fray.
"This is so stupid," Mikey sighed but stepped into the room too.
Raph's hands scooped up one of his arms and scribbling fingers soon touched down to his pit.
Donny stumbled to the side against the attack but threw his head back with laughter.
"Tag team," Leo muttered as he tickled along his stomach.
Both sensations were destroying Donny's sanity. But yet his heart sang out joyously. He let himself indulge in the affection and ticklish sensation. No matter how he weakly he squirmed, those tickling hands never left him.
"C'mon Mikey!" Raph gestured over, "It ain't a proper tickling if it's not three against one."
Mikey shifted his weight nervously. "There's a lot going on right now. It's the middle of the night. Guys, let him up."
But Mikey's uncertain halting words did nothing.
"Hey Leo. You remember that death spot on Don? I think we only discovered it later in life. We should educate this younger Donny."
Leo gasped. "I do! It was somewhere, right?"
Donny felt his fast and furious tickling hands slow to curious probing. Squeezes that explored his soft sides cautiously. It was somehow much much worse.
"It was above his hips, right? A little higher," Leo mumbled. His hands copied his words.
"LEHEHEO! LEO! HAHAHA! STAHAP!"
"Wait, no. I remember. It's here," Leo announced before latching on to right above his hips.
It was like the sensation exploded through him. Laughter erupted from him. The rough hands of his older brother carefully destroyed him with meticulous care. Experienced and knowing.
Maybe this universe's Donny would have been teased a lot more by the build up of finding this worst spot. But Donny literally didn't know there was a particular spot on his sides that wass more ticklish than the rest. He had watched Leo's hands in just as much curiosity. It made the uncomfortable reality of this world bleed back in. This world's Donny isn't here to experience this instead of him.
Mikey wasn't joining in at all either. His baby brother not caring about joining the fray of a tickle war.
The pit in his stomach overpowered the butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the playful tickling.
Leo and Raph must've noticed as well because they pulled away at the same time.
All four of them stood in the room hollowly. The lack of the laughter made it seem somehow colder than before they all walked in.
Leo stared off into nothing from his dark glasses. Raph shurgged off the excitement and his face hardened into worry for the next day. Mikey continued standing there, his expression not changing this whole time.
"I'll go to bed," Donny excused and walked away.
…
Donny jolted up as someone shook him awake. He must've fallen asleep at his lab desk again, from the crick in his neck and face all smooshed up.
The memory slowly fizzled through him before fading away like a dream. It left a sudden punch of meloncholy.
"Don. You need to go to bed," Leo chastised gently.
"Yeah, yeah." He didn't bother fighting. Exhaustion clung to him. "Just let me finish this."
"Yeah, I don't think so," Leo rolled his eyes.
"You won't drag me to bed," Donny quipped back.
"No I have other means," Leo responded simply before two fingers jabbed into his side.
Donny leapt up high enough to practically reach the ceiling. But, to Donny's surprise, the ticklish jab turned into frantic scratching.
He threw himself forward into the desk to escape Leo's ticklish scribbling. But his hands followed flawlessly. His laughter easily exploded from him. His voice slightly creaky from his nap.
This Leo giggled along too. He had always been the kind of dweeb who laughed along whenever tickling.
He didn't go for the spot above his hips, because he didn't really know it existed. Leo simply tickled and laughed easily.
It was those same hands that tickled expertly across his sides again.
Summary: Mikey had gotten up to grab a drink and sees his oldest brother sitting up alone.
Note: I hope you heed the tags before clicking as this is a tickle fic. So proceed with caution. I wrote this all overnight and I know it has errors but I do not have the energy to fix it. So here ya go.
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It was late at night. The entire Lair was pitch black with only his t-phone light pointing around, drenching the normally welcoming Lair in harsh white lights and dramatic shadows. Mikey felt the back of his neck prickle enticingly in the way that creeping around your home in the middle of the night could. The sensation of wandering through the unusually quiet and empty rooms and knowing that he was alone and every room had endless potential.
Not that he was planning to sit around the Lair for funsies. His throat was super dry and scratchy so he was just going to grab water and then head straight back to sleep.
Well, that was his plans until he saw Leo sat on the sofa and clutching at his left leg like he was scared of it.
"Aw man, is your knee bothering you again?"
Leo startled from the unexpected voice, causing him to flinch and jarring his knee further. He couldn't help the gasp that was ripped from him.
Mikey winced in sympathy. He smiled gently though and walked over to sit beside him on the sofa.
His older brother tried to hide away the pain and sit up to distract him but that fell away quickly. Leo couldn't help but gasp again as he tried to settle into a new position. His fingers held a white knuckled grip on his knee. He looked wide awake and frustrated.
A look everyone had become familiar with over the past few weeks.
It meant that Leo hadn't been able to sleep with his knee playing up again.
Donnie was looking into finding a medication that could help. There had to be something!
Leo's attempt to hide crumbled under the comforting weight of being alone at night. It was just them. No judgement. No cruel harsh light of the day time to make a small ache seems ridiculous. Just Mikey sitting beside him and whispering if he was okay.
"It's playing up again," his voice broke harshly as it always did when he was tired. Well, it now always did ever since he woke up with his throat damage.
"Do you wanna me to get you anything?" He offered genuinely. Sometimes it hurt too bad for him to walk.
"Nah. Just… had to get out of my room."
Mikey nodded. "I get it."
"Wait, what are you doing up?" Ah, there was the older sibling protectiveness.
"Relax dude," Mikey rolled his eyes playfully, "I was just getting water. Think I'm getting a cold."
"Eww, don't get too close then," Leo laughed out weakly.
Oh thank god, his pain wasn't that bad.
But it was still enough to stop him from sleeping.
Leo hated everyone pitying him and making a big deal of his knee but it was hard not to in moments like this. Mikey could only smile back at his older brother's hunched over form as he sat in the complete darkness trying to hold in how much it hurt. Mikey would never know what it felt like to be in his position. He could only watch him struggle and hope that he would be able to help when the moment called for it.
What he wouldn't do just to take that pain away.
"I can try kissing it better?" Mikey whispered , trying to keep up the lighthearted jokes. To hopefully get Leo to actually laugh rather than his polite forced huffs.
"Eww Mikey!" Leo slapped his leg lightly.
"At least let me help!" He squabbled.
"Unless you can magically click my knee then you're not going anywhere near me," Leo sighed. He rest his head on the back of the sofa, his eyes shutting in sheer exhaustion. Yet his leg remained tense and tight.
Mikey let himself cringe now that Leo wouldn't see his expression.
"How about we watch some tv? We can put it on super quiet. See if that helps you sleep," he suggested.
"Sure," Leo said deadpan. Obviously he thought that wouldn't help but it would surely make him feel better than sitting here in silence.
So Mikey quickly turned on the tv and had the heartattack of trying to turn down the volume before it could play whatever channel they had left it on. Nothing good would be playing at this time of night so Mikey quickly threw him a random video left laying beside the tv. An episode of Robo Mecha Force. Some silyl and fun.
The bright colours of the action scenes and characters swamped over the living room. Leo still looked washed out somehow. Maybe it was him flopped over and exhausted but unable to rest. He kept his leg laid straight for awhile but by the third episode he was fidgeting.
"Ugh, I hate this part," Leo sighed and Mikey knew to brace himself.
Leo sucked in a deep breath and pulled his leg up so his knee was bent. He whimpered but continued with the movement.
His leg was now bent up and Mikey rubbed his ankle as a congratulations.
It never failed to amaze him how such a simple movement like bending your knee could be so painful for Leo.
The knee itself looked normal. Totally normal. Leo had broken the kneecap. It looked so much worse when he had first broken it. The knee was warped and knobbled in a way that the human body should be never be. Well, mutant turtle body. Now all that was left was the cross scar from where Donnie had to physically re-piece together his knee cap.
Mikey gently placed his finger on top of the scar.
Leo flinched and tensed. His mouth was snarled open ready to yell at him if he made one wrong move. Mikey knew that if he caused Leo any ounce of pain then he would be yelled at.
So he was extra careful. As the episode ended and the fourth episode played, he brushed his finger along the scar. Slowly over the bump of the knee to the other side. It was a huge scar really. For such a small part of the body.
Leo huffed funnily.
MIkey gave him a weird look.
"You're uh… tickling me," Leo embarrassedly whispered.
"Oh do you want me to stop?"
The response was so quiet that he almost didn't hear it under Robo Mecha's shenigans. "Nah. You can keep going."
Mikey grinned but kept his motion light. As fun and silly as this was, he did not want to cause more pain.
His fingertip barely touched his skin. Just hovering over. The barest brush of his finger as he trailed over the bump of his knee again to finish the x. Once he finished the letter, he circling around it like he was drawing a spider web on to the scar.
Leo squeaked once he started going in circles rather than long stripes. His hand curled into a fist but he never once moved his knee.
But to be fair, that could be to avoid hurting his knee further rather than because he wanted the tickling to continue.
Well it was probably both.
Leo would never admit it, even under the threat of torture, but everyone knew it. As a kid, he loved being tickled and starting tickle fights. He would ask for to be tickled again. It was funny, as a kid, he thought Master Splinter tickled him so much just because he must've liked playing around with him. But as an adult, it was obvious that Splinter thought it was adorable.
He wouldn't admit it now but Leo still loved his tickles now. Everyone made sure to give him a few pinches every now and then to make him happy.
Mikey giggled along with him as he continued his gentle ministrations.
Leo's quiet giggles bounced under his breath. His gruff and husky voice made his giggles deeper. Thankfully, the voice change hadn't affected his proper full laughter. But it wa a shame that his giggle sounded different.
"Remember when Sensei would spread his hand over our knees? Kinda like this?" Mikey copied the motion over Leo's knee. His fingertips together at the very top of his knee before slowly spreading out. He couldn't do as effectively since he had fewer fingers. But judging by Leo's silenced squeal, it still tickled.
"Mihikey!"
"It was weird right? He was better at it than me. He had those sharp rat nails! Dude, do you remember how much they would tickle!" Mikey gasped.
It was very true. There was no greater tickle monster than Master Splinter.
He continued trailing his finger over Leo's knee, doing absolutely nothing to heal the pain throbbing underneath the skin but it helped Leo focus on something else. His mind swam lazily through memories just as easily as his finger glided along his brother's skin.
Leo continued quietly giggling with his new voice and Mikey was glad he could distract from the new pain that had made its home in his muscles.
The night was getting late but they giggled together in the dark.
Everyone knows the “Oh...” trope but there’s not nearly enough appreciation for the trope in the tickle community.
(btw this is all rottmnt fanfiction)
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“Oh! Does that tickle?” Leo gasped genuinely.
“Leeeeeeee!” Mikey drummed his feet on the table as he covered his bright red face. It was necessary. This was all totally necessary. He did take a really nasty hit in that fight and his shell having a chip was important to look at.
But oh dear lord! Leo gently pressing his fingers across different areas of his shell, making sure that every tiny part of his entire carapace was okay, was actual torture. He truly didn’t know he was ticklish there!
“Any pain here?” Leo continued like nothing was different.
Meanwhile Mikey squawked “LEO! Eheheee.”
Leo looked at him all sympathetic but his eyes were gleaming with mischief, “Not much longer Mikester. Any pain? Any... sensitivity?”
The gentle pressure as he prodded along his back. Gentle pokes right at the very top of his shell. It was like someone was constantly hovering over a tickle spot. Mikey couldn’t control his giggling even if he tried. His cheeks aching from the smile. “Ehe heh eeeeh hehe heehee! Nah! All gohood!”
“So I’ll keep going?” Leo teased.
It was all necessary. It was important. “Keheep eheheh heh! Keep going.”
_._._
“Oh. Oh no! Wait! No! Don’t do this!” Raph squealed.
“Raphie! I’m trying to help!” Mikey giggled.
“I take it back! Raph don’t need help! I’m big! I can, uh, get out!” He cried out as if he wasn’t stuck in a sewer pipe with only his legs and head sticking out. Mikey being behind him. He was squirming around to try and find a good position to use his chains to pull him out.
Including squirming a hand around his sides and belly. “Can you?” When did Mikey get so sassy.
The hand crawled around to grab his side again. He flinched harshly. “Don’t! Mikey! Please! Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Came a giggly voice and, being the older brother, he was less familiar with the trap laid before him.
“Don’t tickle me!”
“Tickle you? Sounds like a great idea!” Mikey squeaked before squeezing his right side mercilessly.
“HAH! HAHAHAHAAA! MAHA MIKEY! HAHAHAAHAHA!”
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“Oh! Don’t you dare!” Donnie violently grabbed Leo’s hand that was reaching and wiggling for his bare shell.
“HAHAHAAHAAA! ALL’S FAHAIR IN WAR AAAAAAAH AHAHAAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Donnie continued drumming his fingers on his thighs. And truly it was all fair game considering Donnie latched on to his ultimate tickle spot immediately.
“Oh yeah? You think this is a war and not an annihilation?” Donnie smirked.
But, for all his brains, Donnie could never predict him! Leo lurched up as if he was still drowning in his own laughter and sucked the deepest breath he could and leaned forward to blow a raspberry against his stomach.
“AAH! LEO!” Donnie fell away from where he was straddling him. Leo sprung up and dug his scratching tickling hands under his arms. “HAHAHAHAAHAHA!”
“Oh I dare Donald! I dared Donald!”
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“Oh well. Guess I’ll just have to tickle it out of you.”
Raph scribbled his hand across Mikey’s foot, one big hand holding the whole of his calf while the other danced quickly over his foot. Mikey balked and desperately waved his foot but it was useless. His eyes bulged as he clamped down on his lip.
“Mikey,” Raph said in his sickly sweet mother hen tone. “where did you place Raph’s JJ comic?”
Mikey had thought that Raph was just being his usual playful self when he offered to have him ride his shoulders. But now he was truly trapped. That one foot being tickled. Can’t lean away as he’ll fall.
“Mikeyyyyyy!” Raph’s fingers meant he could tickle away at his entire foot. “Tickle tickle tickle.”
Mikey kept his hands slapped over his mouth.
Raph turned and saw Mikey’s art desk. He smirked widely as he pulled out one of his daintier paint brushes. “Mikeyyyyy? You gonna admit where you put it?”
The second the tiny little bristles brushed between his toes, Mikey lurched like he had been electrocuted. “AAAAAAAH WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!”
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“Oh... I was just uh... wondering... uh not if you don’t wanna. I... Could we... could you do the shell thingy again?”
Leo looked clueless for just a second before he smirked. “You mean you’re monthly shell scrub?”
Raph was blushing violently but his tail wagged happily, betraying his emotions. The shell scrub was something they all did to make sure they kept their shells shiny and clean. Raph and Donnie had to be more often since their species usually burrowed away or used the sand and stones in rivers to exfoliate.
For Raph, it tickled. It tickled but like a relaxing tickle. One that would just about prick at him. He laid down and it was only a moment before Leo came back with his brush.
The brush landed in the direct middle of his shell. Raph felt his face naturally curl into a smile but his shoulders loosened. He prepared himself to sit there and let the gentle smoothing tickles cheer him up and relax him unlike anything else.
The laughter would never quite come but his chest would occasionally bounce with a suppressed giggle. The brush was moved in gentle circles as it danced between his spikes. He happily leaned into the movements.
What he didn’t see was that Leo loved doing this too. Turning his stressed out big brother all tickle drunk. So he kept tickling and scrubbing away.
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“OH PIZZA SUPREME STAHAHAHAHAAAP!”
“You were the one that challenged me to make the tickle belt from spongebob,” Donnie snarked without even looking up from his notes. This was an invention still in beta so he had to make notes.
Leo slapped the floor as he again, pointlessly, tried to pull the belt away from where it was buzzing away at his helpless tummy. The vibrations translating through his plastron in the most teasing ticklish way. “AHAHAHA! AH! HAHA! DON!”
“On a scale of one to ten-”
“NO! NO! NOHOHO! AHAHAHAAAA! NO SCALE! HAHAHAHA! AAAAH! NO DATA COLLECTIOOOOONNNNN AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHA!”
“Oh your spiking laughter must be because of the adjusting speed. This is so you don’t get numb to the tickling. Data collection is necessary, however. On a scale of one to ten, how much does this tickle?”
Leo’s face blushed as bright as his face markings as his mind latched on to the question. It would tickle more if it was on his leg or something. Like if it was tied around his thigh? Then he would truly explode.
And unfortunately, his tendency to ramble meant he accidentally said that out loud. To which Donnie finally turned towards him again.
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“Oh I bet they have more fun tickling me than you!”
Leo looked at Mikey like he had grown a second head. “What?”
“You heard me!” Mikey leaned back confidently with his arms crossed. “The tickle monsters of the family definitely prefer tickling me. I’m just so much cuter when tickled.”
“What!” Leo exclaimed again. “Everyone knows that the face man of the group is always the cutest. No matter the situation.”
“Nuh uh! My laughter is so much cuter than your snorting!”
“Snorting!” Leo clutched his chest. “I don’t snort!”
“Then take my bet!” Mikey cheered.
And that was the context for how Mikey and Leo both charged into Raph and demanding to be tickled. The competition once again blinding them to what they were actually asking.
But Raph was definitely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before they could realise the danger they’ve put themselves in, he scooped them both up on his arms. Using a hand on each to tickle both of their sides.
Making them both burst into adorable bright baby brother laughter.
