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It’s so nice to see you writing for this fandom!! 💖I’d absolutely love something with lee Jax and Lee Zooble. Maybe he keeps taking her arm so she makes sure the next time he does he regrets it. *wink wink* 🙃 Hope you’re doing well!!
Learn a lesson
🎂: TADC
🍫:Zooble
🧁:Jax
Summary: Zooble realizes that no matter how hard she tries to knock some sense into Jax, it doesn’t work, so she tries a different approach.
A/N: Moot coming in clutch! Hi, thanks for the request! :3 Also, I’ll alternate between They, she and he for Zooble because they are canonically gender queer and use all pronouns!
TW: implied cursing.(it’s censored.)
Learn a lesson
The whole cast of characters was sitting in the center of the tent, listening to cane ramble on about their ‘adventure’ for the day.
Zooble already didn’t care. They were ignoring him and trying to pretend to be asleep. Nothing better to do these days.
Jax was wearing his usual mischievous smile, noticing that Zooble wasn’t paying attention, he quickly grabbed their arm and pulled it off, flailing it around nonsensically, and giggling really hard at his own [BEEP]-hole-ery.
At this point, Caine had stopped talking and everyone was watching the show.
Zooble’s eyes snapped open, staring daggers into the resident rabbit. Zooble almost smacked him across the head with the arm he had taken off, but stopped himself.
This has happened many times before, and Zooble always reacted with violence. Smacking Jax, pinching him, choking him out, that sort of thing. But clearly that didn’t get the message through. So Zooble thought she would try something different.
When Jax got their arm close enough to his body, she snapped their arm to his side, and started slightly squeezing. Not enough to hurt, but-
“Hehehey! Wahahahat gihihives!” Jax’s normally large smile seemed to grow even wider as he laughed at the shocking sensation.
If Zooble had a mouth, he would’ve smirked. Jax had let go of their arm to protect himself, but Zooble didn’t let up.
“Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohohoing, lehehehgo ohof mehehe!”
“Nah. You’ve messed with me for long enough, Bunny boy. You’ve earned this.”
Everyone else was watching in awe, and pomni seemed a little confused. She whispered over to Ragatha, “is this normal?”
The doll looked back to her and whispered in return (with Jax’s laughter still echoing out overtop of their voices) “yeah. We do stuff like this sometimes to pass the time. This is the first time Zooble has ever gotten involved though.”
“Are you gonna keep on taking my arm?!” Zooble angrily asked Jax.
“Prohohonabl-EHEE!” His laughter shot up on octave when Zooble poked his stomach harder.
“Wrong answer, [BEEP]”
Through his cackles, Jax lifted his clover hand and a censor bar appeared overtop of it, but they all knew what he was doing.
Eventually Zooble stopped, and Jax stood up and let out all his leftover laughter. “[BEEP] you, zooble.. heh.”
Yeah, Zooble knew he would probably take his arm again, but at least she had a method to get him to let go, and hopefully, eventually, learn a lesson.
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I have the silliest idea holy shit omg
This involved a but of soft Jax AND lee!jax WHAT A COMBO‼️‼️
So like I have this hc that jax is deathly afraid of super duper loud bangs like fireworks and thunderstorms, there's fireworks or a thunderstorm outside of the circus and jax is hiding wanting it to go away, then someone comes in (character of ur choice but this would fit ragatha) and tickles him to make him feel better and to distract him from the storm
Also hi how are you I hope you're doing well💖💖💖
- X3 anon
Soft side
🎂: TADC
🧁: Jax
🍫:Caine
Summary: during a digital thunderstorm(however that works), none of the circus members have seen Jax leave his room. Caine goes to check on him and sees something… unexpected.
A/N: Thank you anon! This is so cute and I had to write it. Love me some cheer-up tkls. Enjoy! <3
Soft side
BOOM! CRACK! A digital thunderstorm raged outside. Dark clouds covered the sky and flashes of lightning appeared followed by loud rumbles of thunder.
The cast was sitting in the tent to stay out of the rain, but…
“Guys, is it just me or is it quiet?” Ragatha whispered, suspiciously.
Zooble rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s because Jax isn’t here. I don’t know why exactly, but I’ll take the lack of Tom-[BEEP]-ery.
Pomni raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Huh. I wonder why he’s hiding in his room. Maybe he’s planning a scheme…” the conversation trailed off and the group continued to chat amongst themselves.
On the other side of the tent, Caine heard this conversation. Had Jax really not shown up today? That was unusual for the Rabbit, if only because he liked to, as he put it, “watch funny things happen to people.”
Caine thought he better go check on the bunny before starting todays adventure. As cooky as he was, Caine did actually care about his circus members and wanted to see them happy in the digital plane. And for some reason he was concerned about Jax.
He floated down the hallway and knocked on Jax’s door. “Jax? Do I have permission to enter?”
No response came out of the room, other than a soft whimpering sound. Another BOOM rang out from the thunder, and Caine heard a startled “Ah!” And a slight whine coming from inside the room.
Worried something might have happened, Caine teleported inside the room, concerned. “Jax!”
At the voice, Jax looked up. He wasn’t hurt at all, which relieved Caine… but- something was off.
He was holding his long ears flat against his head, and small tear tracks rolled down his digital face.
“Wha- what are you doing here, dentures?” Jax tried to put on a brave face, but his voice waivered and broke. Once again thunder roared and Jax made a noise of fear, jumped a bit and held his ears even closer to his head.
Caine’s eyes gained an understanding and he sat next to the rabbit.
“You don’t like thunderstorms, huh?”
“What’s it matter to yo-u.” Jax sniffed.
“Well, I don’t like seeing my cast scared, Jax.”
“I’m not scared!” Jax lashed out, offended at the prospect. “I’m fine!”
“Hmm…” Caine thought of a way he could cheer up the bunny, without making him more angry, and he had the perfect idea.
As subtly as he could, Caine reached his hand over and gently poked Jax’s side.
A squeak came out of the rabbit and he turned to look at the ringmaster. “What-What was that about?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“Bull[BEEP].”
Caine’s smile grew mischievously. “You know how I feel about swearing mister!” Caine started to quickly scribble Jax’s stomach, making silly noises as he did so.
Slowly Jax regained his usual toothy smile, giggles slipping out of his throat.
“Cahahahaine! Cohohme ohohon! Whyhyhy?!”
“Not so scared anymore, aren’t ya? Tkltkltkl!”
“Oh shuhuhut ihihit!”
“Ooo~ you’re gonna get it, now!” Caine stopped for a moment and pulled his cane from his hat. He waved it like a wand, and a small pink light emerged from it, engulfing Jax in its glittery light.
Immediately Jax’s laughter intensified.
“Whahahahat eveheEHEN IHIHIS THIHIHIS!”
“Introducing my TICKLE RAY 9000! Guaranteed to make even the most grumpy of people laugh really hard!” He spoke in an advertising voice.
“OHOHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, YohohOU AHare RIDIHICulohohous!”
“Thank you!” Caine winked.
“QUHUHIHIT IHIHIT!”
“Hmm.. if you admit you were scared. It’s okay to be scared! Everyone has fears, even tough little rabbits like you.”
“OHO COHOHOME OHON! Thahats soho MeHEAN!”
Jax started to have tears of joy prick in his yellow eyes from all the laughing. He would never admit it, ever, but this was helping.
“C’mon Jax! You can do it! Tktktktktktktktk!”
“PLeheheHEASe!”
“You know what you have to say!”
“OhoKAHAY fihiHINE! I wahahahas scahahared! Ihim scahahahred ohof thuhunder Stohohorms ahahare yohOU hahahappy NOHOw!”
“Yes. Very. Almost as much as you right now.” Caine teased, turning off his magical little tickle beam.
“You ready to go start todays adventure!”
“Yeheah, yeah just give me a sec.” Jax said, tiredly.
I guess both Caine and Jax had an unexpected soft side.
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I’ll give you something to laugh about!
🎂: TADC
🧁: Jax
🍫: Ragatha
Summary: Jax decides to pull a few pranks on Ragatha. She shows him something worth laughing about.
A/N: first TADC fic!!! :D! I might be sliiightllyy obsessed with asshole rabbit man.(I have a squish on him even though he’s a jerk). Also he needs to be wrecked I don’t make the rules.
I’ll give you something to laugh about!
Jax was whistling. Always a bad sign. He walked down the hall of rooms with his hands behind his back and his yellow smile wide as ever.
Eventually, he came upon the door he was looking for. ‘Aha, there she is.’ He looked upon the door with Ragatha’s face printed on the circle imbedded in the digital wood.
He pulled out his key to her room.(don’t ask how he got them.)
Then he sneaked his way in with a cartoonish slide and pushed the door closed in the same motion. Pulling a jar out of seemingly nowhere, he opened the lid, letting a large house centipede in her room. But he wasn’t done yet.
Then, the purple rabbit took a glass of water and placed it near the night stand, which he saw the centipede crawl under. ‘This’ll be fun.’ And a chuckle leaves his toothy smile.
———
Ragatha was just leaving the bathroom. Although none of them technically had to use it, they still liked to take time in there to wash their hands, shower and other stuff just to feel at least slightly normal in this crazy digital world. (Jax also liked to use it as prank-planning central but no one else knew that.)
She headed back to her room, where she came upon a whistling Jax.
“Oh, hey Jax! Where are you off to?”
“Oh, nowhereee, just going back to my room.”
Ragatha would’ve raised an eyebrow if she had them. “Why weren’t you already in your room?”
“Is a rabbit not allowed to take a walk through the hallways once in a while?”
Ragatha’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Sure.” She spoke sarcastically.
She kept walking, not noticing that Jax in fact did not enter his room, but stayed behind her with his mischievous grin, watching for her reactions. 
As soon as she entered her room, Jax heard a loud scream, followed by a crash and a splash.
Ragatha exited her room as soon as she entered it, dripping with water and she yelled angrily, “JAX!”
In the hallway, she saw the aforementioned rabbit doubled over in laughter, and wiping a non-existent tear from his eye.
“Heheh! Oohohoh, you should’ve heard you’re scream! I bet your face was even funnier. Heheh.” Jax made an innocent face for a moment. “How’d you like you’re present?”
He barely got the last word out before he burst into even louder laughter. “Oh ihihi cahahan NOHOHOT Sahay thahat with a strahahaight fahahace. Woo!”
“JAX! it isn’t funny!”
“And that is where you’re wrong doll face, ihit is veeeerrry funny heheh.”
“Weeell~” Ragatha suddenly had an idea for revenge.
“If you think that’s so funny, then you’re gonna love this!”
Before he knew it, Jax was on the floor, with a ragdoll overtop of him. He let out a small, confused “huh-?” That was quickly cut off by even more laughter as Ragatha started to scribble against his belly.
“Hehehehey! Whahahat doho yahahah thihihink yohohou’re dohohoin heheheh!”
“What seems to be the matter? You like laughing, don’t you?” Ragatha retorted, with a obvious veil of innocence.
“Ohoho shuhuhut ihit yohou [BLEEP]” a loud sound cut off Jax as he swore.
“This should teach you not to mess with me.”
“I mahahake noho prohohomihises- AHEHEH!”
“Then we’re gonna be here a while.”
And Indeed they were. Jax absolutely refused to promise not to mess with Ragatha again, but eventually she let up anyway. She stood up and encouraged Jax to do the same.
Jax stood, panting slightly and letting out leftover giggles.
“Just know, that if you ever mess with me again, I will give you something to laugh about.”
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Smile~
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Leo
🍫:Donnie
Summary: Leo has been grumpy and serious since the incident. Donnie misses his twin, and decides to use his own tactics against him.
A/N: WOOHOO IM ACTUALLY WRITING! to all the people who have given me requests, I am SO sorry but I just can’t do it. Everytime I try I get all blocked up. I’m probably gonna end up clearing out my inbox, and again I am SO SORRY you never got your stories! But, moving past this long ass A/N, enjoy! (P.S this is post-movie!)
TW: a swear.(also, I shouldn’t even have to say this and I won’t all the time but just in case-THIS IS ALL BROTHERLY LOVE. TC*ST CAN FUCK OFF. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE.)
Smile~
Leo was the leader now. It was… weird, to say the least.
After the whole…incident, Leo started taking his role as leader much more seriously. Too seriously.
“That’s great!” You say, “it means he’s doing his job!”
How wrong you are, reader. I mean, he is doing his job, but that’s not what the problem is here.
Leo stopped being himself.
No more jokes, no more one-liners, no more dramatic flare, no more face man. It was all gone.
Leo stopped being fun to hang out with, and as much as Donnie pretended to hate his little twin’s personality…. He missed it.
He missed seeing Leo smile at his own dum-dum jokes. He missed hearing his twins laugh.
He was going to do something about it. What? Well, that’s easy. Remember all those times where Leo would tickle Donnie to make him smile, saying such things as “you need to smile more!” Well…. Donnie thinks it’s time for Leo to receive the same treatment.
The slider was in his room, training, and, although he wouldn’t tell anyone, sulking.
He felt so bad. About everything. About the Kraang, about his family getting hurt, about life.
Just as he swung another punch at the make-shift punching bag he made out of scrap paper and a pillow case, he heard a knock on his bedroom/subway cart door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Donnie. Can I come in?”
Leo shrugged, although he knew DonTon couldn’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”
The door to his room slid open, light from the main area spilling in to the dully-lit room.
Leo stopped training and sat on his floor, sinking down slowly to the ground off the side of his bed and patting the area next to him, asking, “So, what did you need, Don?” As Donnie came and sat down.
“I just wanted to talk to you, Nardo.” Donnie said in an emotional tone.
Leo’s non-existent brows shot up in surprise. “Uh, why? Did I do something wrong?” Leo responded, completely serious and worried that he might’ve messed up despite his efforts.
“No, not really, but that. That right there, is the problem.”
“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mea-“
“This!” Donnie cut Leo off, standing up and gesturing at his twin. “This whole serious and grumpiness you’ve gained!” Donnie’s voice quieted and lost intensity as he continued, voice starting to break with held-back tears.
“I miss you, Leo. I don’t want to talk to this fake version of yourself, I want to talk to you.”
The softshell took a deep breath, changing his tone almost immediately, not giving Leo a chance to respond. (Not that he would’ve been able to anyway. He was kind of speechless.)
“And I figured out a way to fix that.” Donnie grabbed Leo’s hand and pulled him up off the floor, all but tossing him onto the bed and straddling him.
Leo gave noises of confusion the whole time, sputtering slightly, finally spitting out a “wh-what?” As he was pinned.
Donnie quickly gained a smirk and teasing tone as he looked down on his pinned twin. “Oh it’s nothing, Nardo~. I do have one word for you though~.”
Leo’s eyes grew slightly panicked. “Wh-what is it?” He stammered out.
“Smile~” Donnie finished with a sing-song, starting to scratch lightly as his brothers ribs and sides.
Leo didn’t fight him off, thankfully. Physically or mentally, as he burst into giggles immediately.
“Wahahahait-Dohohon- nohohoho!”
Leo’s laughter was music to the softshell’s ears, oh how he had missed the sound.
“Yehes~.” He chuckled out, infected by Leo’s contagious laughter.
“Whihihy ahare yohou dohihing thihihis!” Leo protested, although he didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to get away.
“Simple. I wanted to see you smile. It has been far to long! And you constantly tell me to smile more, how hypocritical.” Donnie spoke dramatically, shaking his head and making ‘tsk’ing sounds.
He pulled up Nardo’s arms with his battle shell, leaving the slider open to ‘attack’. Then Donnie quickly dug his fingers under Leo’s arms, causing him to shout out in much louder cackles, “HEHEY- wahahahit NoHOT THeherE!”
“Oh~ would you rather I do this~?” Donnie gave no further clarification before moving his head down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right into the center of Leo’s plastron, after which he started nibbling the same area.
Leo absolutely screamed. “NOHOHO- DOHOHONNIEE! STAHAHAHAP!” He shouted, although he wasn’t really all that serious about it. He didn’t really mind being wrecked to pieces, which is exactly what was happening.
But-‘holy mother of god that tickles so fucking bad!’ Was the only though running through Leo’s head. Of course he was going to protest.
“Hmm~ Let me think about it~ ,” he started in fake pondering, finishing with a deadpan, “No.” that sent Leo into further laughter.
Donnie smiled genuinely. He missed this so much. Not just the tickling, no, but Leo being, well, Leo.
He missed seeing his twin so happy, so full of smiles and laughs. He missed the playful back and forth moments the two shared.
All he was waiting for was for Leo to make some sort of stupid or snarky remark. That’s all he needed to complete his mission.
Donnie returned to nibbling at Leo’s tummy area, at the same time digging into his ribs.
Leo had stopped responding, for the most part. He just lie there and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more. All with a wide grin and closed shut eyes.
Once Donnie realized that Leo was probably laughing too much to give a flippant remark right now, he slowed down his pace to just light tracing over his plastron and sides.
Leo’s loud cackles dissolved into giggles once more, still giggling but taking in as much oxygen as he could.
“You done yet~” Donnie teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Yehehah. Jeheheez Dohon, whahat pohossehessed yohou toho doho thahat?”
Aaand- there it was! The remark we were looking for! Hurrah.
Donnie just smiled and stopped his tracing, allowing Leo to let out leftover laughter and wipe the forming happy tears from his eyes.
“I wanted to see you smile. And laugh. And just - be you. I haven’t seen it in forever, it’s good to have you back. I missed you, Y’know.”
Donnie’s smile had dropped as he gained a more serious tone.
Leo smirked his infamous smirk at that. “Well, well, well~ who needs to smile now~”
“Wait- Leo- No!”
“C’mere Donnie! Smile~!”
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Can you do a fic of the digital circus in a tickle fight?
Chaos
🎂:TADC
🍫:everyone
🧁everyone
Summary: When Caine and Jax get bored, they decide to team up and stir up a little bit of a friendly battle amongst the circus, and cause a little chaos!
Chaos
‘Ahhh, a quiet day. Finally’ Zooble thought as she lounged in the main area of the tent.
‘…..wait. It’s quiet. Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it. It’s never quiet.’
He sighed and assessed the room around them, trying to see anything out of place that could be a trigger for a classic Jax-prank, or any sign of another ridiculous adventure by Caine. Then she noticed why it might be a little quiet.
“Uhh… guys? Where is Caine and Jax?” They spoke with suspicion as they continued to dart his eyes around the space.
“Uh… I don’t know,” Ragatha chimed in, “come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen either of them today.”
A hum of confirmation came from Pomni. “Me neither. I wonder why?” She paused for a moment.
“Kinger? Did you see anything?”
The chess piece stuck his head out of his pillow fort. “Nope! I’ve been working on rebuilding my fort! …. What are we talking about?”
“Uhhh… nevermind.” And they continued in their quiet.
***
Meanwhile, In another room in the tent (Jax’s room, to be specific) a little chat was going on.
“So we both agree it’s been too….. calm.. around here recently. I haven’t gotten to see enough funny things happening to people!!” Jax spoke with his signature grin.
“Absolutely! And besides, I think everyone has been a little down in the dumps recently! And I know just the thing to cheer them all up!” The ringmaster of the circus replies enthusiastically.
“…. And cause a little chaos in the process, right?” Jax smirks, to a nod from Caine.
Caine leaves over to whisper the plan to Jax, even though no one else is around. “So here’s what we’re gonna do ….”
Jax’s smile somehow grew wider. “… oh. This is gonna be good”
***
After a while of sitting in peace and quiet, the noise appeared, startling everyone. A sharp squeal erupted from Ragatha, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Hey! Who did that!”
Then, while everyone was confused, Pomni doubled over in giggles.
“Hehey! Whahat the heheck!”
Finally, the mischief makers showed themselves, and shouted- “TICKLE FIGHT!”
The two immediately pounded on the nearest player to them, causing Pomni and Ragatha respectively to burst into giggles.
Caine drawled teasingly-“it’s more fun if you participate~!”
“Ohoho yeheah!” Ragatha shouted defiantly, reaching up and squeezing Jax’s side.
He squeaked slightly and let go of her, grinning even wider. “Theheheres thehehe sphihirit, dohollfahahace!”
Pomni, however, was a little too embarrassed to fight back. Zooble, seeing this thought to himself.
‘You know, this adventure isn’t so bad. Maybe I’ll participate.’
They walked up sneakily behind the ringmaster and shoved their hands into his underarms, causing him to bark with laughter and curl in on himself.
“Learn to tickle someone your own size!”
“Thahanks zohohooble! …wahait wahas thahat a shohort joke?!”
Kinger, hearing the commotion, emerged from his fort to see the other members of the circus engaged in a massive tickle fight. He told Gangle, who was helping him build his fort as a way to calm down from a random cry she had, and she smiled.
“Sounds like fun. We should join.”
“Okay!”
The two crawled out and jumped in to the pile of pixels on the floor, and their laughter soon joined the rest.
“Take that Jax! This is for always breaking my mask!”
“Ehhehehey gahahangle! Quhihit thahat!”
“I’ll help you Jax!” Kinger called jokingly, poking gangles … rib(on)s.
“Ehee! Trahahitohor!”
“We never said we were on a team, gangle.”
The entire circus was engulfed in noise and laughter the rest of the day, and at the end they all sat down at dinner full of giggles and laughter.
“Well, I’d say that was a successful plan, would you dentures?”
“Indeed!”
“Yeah, it was kinda fun.” Pomni spoke nervously.
“Definitely wasn’t the worst adventure you’ve ever made, Caine.” Zooble chuckled.
“Maybe sometimes it’s okay to have a little chaos.”
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Hi hiiii!!!!! I feel like people already know I’m a sucker for lee Donnie lmaooo
That being said mayhaps you can do some lee!Donnie and ler!leo, where Donnie maybe is stuck in his own invention or whatever, and Leo just takes advantage of it lmao. I know I personally wrote a fic similar already but it was more with them as turtle tots. Wanted to do one when they’re older but I didn’t wanna reuse my own idea lmao…
So anyway yeah you don’t have to or anything but feel free!!! Love your writing! ❤️
Pouting
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Donnie
🍫:Leo (ft. Tech)
Summary: A prototype Battle Shell Donnie was working on kinda… backfired. He immediately regrets asking for help from his Twin brother.
A/N: You got it, dude(gender neutral). PREPArE FOR TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF
TW: mild swearing. above mentioned tooth-rotting fluff.
Pouting
Donnie messed up. Big time.
He was just working on a prototype for a new battle shell. Something he did once in a while when he came up with new ideas to put in it.
But clearly he did something wrong, as it malfunctioned.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. He would just try and figure out what happened and fix it.
The problem was, what malfunctioned was a trapping net. That he was now caught in.
He didn’t know how, but he ended up with his ankle trapped in one of the net holes, arms tied to either side, and hanging over the rest like a kid playing birds on a swing set.
Sigh. This was very unfortunate. He couldn’t get himself out, his arms were stuck, but nobody was home right now.
‘Except…. Groan. Leo.’
Oh well. It’s not like he had a choice in the matter. He sighed and resigned himself to getting help from his insufferable Twin.
“LEO!”
“YEAH!”
“CAN,” he sighed again, “CAN YOU COME HERE REAL QUICK.”
“OKAY, ONE SEC!” The younger twin replied.
Donnie heard footsteps and then saw Leo, standing in the door frame, looking all to amused for the soft shell’s liking.
“Whahat- what did you do?” Leon asked, clearly trying (and failing) not to laugh.
Donnie sighed again. “My new battle shell prototype isn’t working as intended.”
“Pfft- clehearly.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m hilarious. Can you help me out now? I didn’t call you just so you could make fun of me.”
Leo held up a hand and chuckled, “alright, I’ll help ya.”
He actually was going to help! He swears! …but…
He saw how upset Donnie looked. He was pouting, and just looked so annoyed. Leo couldn’t help but feel like it was his job to put a smile on that scowling face! Not to mention his little brother instinct to be an absolute little shit.
He brought his hand past Donnie’s side, giving it a little tickle as he did so.
Donnie want expecting the sensation and squealed.
Leo smirked and did it again.
Donnie didn’t squeal that time, as he was expecting it more, but he did snicker a bit.
“Nahardo, what exactly do you think you’re doihing?”
“Oh, nothing~ just putting a smile on my pouty twins face~” Leo said with a lilt as he started to more rapidly scribble against the older twins sides.
“Nohohoho! Nahahahardo doho nohohot!”
“Too late~~” the slider started with a sing song, “and hey! Look! It’s working! Look at that smile~”
He wasn’t wrong either. Donnie’s face had stretched itself into a wide grin against his permission as he giggled wildly.
“Tickle tickle tickle DonTon~”
“Ohoho shihihit! dohohont sahahay thahahat!”
“Why not~? Seems to be making you all giggly~ tickle tickle tickle tickle~” Leon brought his hand up to Don’s underarm, exposed from where the net had caught his hands.
“NAHAHO! WHYHY! Hahahahahaha!” The tech-wiz giggled loudly. The fact that he couldn’t move his arms seemed to make it feel a thousand times worse. But, he was having maybe just a bit of fun. Not that he would ever admit it in a thousand million years.
“I already told you why! I wanted to see you smile dear twin o’ mine! Spirits know you need to smile more often!”
“Y’know~ I wonder what would happen if I were to get your shell right now?” Leo asked in mock pondering.
Donnie gulped internally. He was really regretting calling for Leo’s help. He should of just waited for someone to get home! Obviously since he was working on a battle she’ll prototype, he was looking at his battle shell for reference. Which meant he wasn’t wearing it.
“Are you ready, DonTon~”
“Ahahahbsolohoutly nohot.”
“Oh, well~! I’m doing it anyway~” Leon started to scratch gently along Don’s soft shell in an extremely ticklish fashion.
Donnie felt like he was seeing the gates of the afterlife from how much that tickled. He would probably be freaking out more if it was anyone but family, but he trusted his brother not to go too far with his shell.
Just enough to absolutely wreck him into next week!
“LEHEHEHOOHOHO! IHIHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD! EEHEHEHAHAHAH!”
“I know~ but look, no more pouting now~”
“SHIHIHI-HAHAHAH! STAHAHAHAP!”
Leo could tell he was serious and did as instructed. Donnie glared at him in shock and suspicion.
“Whyhy- why dihidnt you stohop sohooner?”
“You didn’t tell me too.” Leo smirked at the indignant look that got him.
The slider actually freed his twin now, and helped him up.
Leo was adamant that Donnie needed to smile more. Thankfully he would always be there to put one on his face when the soft shell was pouting.
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A Blast
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Leo
🍫:Donnie
Summary: Leo gets a lee mood, but refuses to let himself indulge, and is grumpy as a result. Donnie figures out a way to help his twin.
A/N: a little self-indulgent something-something to get me back in the flow of writing! This takes place post-movie so some spoiler warning!
TW:Swearing, minor angst and self-depricaty thoughts.
A Blast
Leo was in a lee mood.
Something completely normal for him, and yet he was actively hating himself for it.
‘Ugh, I wanna be tickled so bad!’ His thoughts echoed, quickly followed by a stern,
‘No, Leo, it’s silly stuff like this that got your family hurt.’
Usually, these moods of his would make him giggly and a tad bit obnoxious. However, he was suppressing those behaviors. He would not let himself be immature. Not when it caused so much damage.
He bottled up everything he was feeling towards said lee mood. Which resulted in a very grumpy Leo.
Whenever someone asked about it(usually Mikey), he would brush them off, tell them he was fine and move on with life.
Donnie wasn’t having any of it.
He noticed how Leo had brushed off Mikey’s concern several times now, even though all of them knew something was up.
Donnie was going to get to the bottom of this situation.
That evening, the soft shell went up to his twin.
“Nardo?” He raised his eyebrow in question.
“Uh… yeah?”
“What’s up with you? And don’t you dare say nothing because we both know thats a lie.”
Leo tried to object before Donnie cut him off.
“Ah-ah! I know what you’re about to say, and just because I can’t lie dosent mean I don’t know when someone else is lying.”
Leo saw his dead-pan expression and decided ‘I guess I just won’t talk then. Cause I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole.’
Donnie waited and stared at his brother for a moment, quickly realizing the slider wasn’t going to talk.
“Fine then,” he started, a dangerous look and tone. “I will make you talk.”
The smart one then tackled Leo to the ground, quickly starting his attack.
Donnie nearly got whiplash from how quickly Leo’s demeanor changed from ‘grumpy and stubborn’ to nearly elated.
He was even more shocked when, despite how happy his twin looked, he still protested profusely.
Leo, on the other hand, was conflicted.
He shouldn’t be letting himself have this, it’s immature, it could cause problems. He could cause problems.
But he also was finally being tickled! And it was fun. ‘Why is it so much fun?’
Donnie could see the conflicted thoughts running through Leo’s head. He didn’t know exactly why his twin was conflicted, but he could see it all over the sliders face.
Donnie slowed to a halt, hoping to get Leo to talk about his feelings like a normal person.
As Donnie stopped, Leo accidentally let a small noise of disappointment escape him.
Donnie lifted an eyebrow at the noise. “What was that?”
“Uhuh… would yohou believe mehe if I sahaid nothing?”
“Absolutely not.”
Leo just smiled nervously and didn’t respond.
Donnie sat in silence for a moment, putting two and two together in his head.
“You…You didn’t want me to stop, did you? This is what was making you grumpy. Because you were suppressing a lee mood.”
Leo looked anywhere that wasn’t his twin .
“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is literally asking for round two. In his head at least.”
Donnie just smirked at Leo’s nervous yet giddy anticipation. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to comply.”
Then the soft shell waisted no time starting right back up again, scribbling behind Leo’s knees.
Leo instantly started laughing. He was so happy to be in this position. He was still a little conflicted, but his pure joy at finally getting what he wanted set that off to the back burner.
Donnie idly wondered why Leo felt the need to suppress it in the first place as he continued. That was a discussion for later though. For now, he was just gonna let his twin brother laugh and not hide behind a mask.
When the purple-lover started squeezing Leo’s thighs, the slider quickly fell into gleeful cackles.
It was unbearably fun, debilitating in the best possible way. His thoughts melted into the backround and he just finally let himself go.
He let himself have fun and be immature, probably for the first time since the invasion.
Eventually, Leo couldn’t breathe properly anymore and tapped Donnie to let him know he was done.
Donnie got the slider a glass of water as he recovered.
“Soooo~, did you have fun?” The soft shell smirked.
Leo just sighed out a giggle and nodded, letting himself be honest about it.
“A complete and utter blast.”
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Flipping the Script
🎂: ROTTMNT
🧁: Leo
🍫: Donnie
Summary: It’s very normal at this point in the lair for Donnie to help Leo with his lee moods, but what about Leo helping Donnie with a Ler mood instead?
A/N: look at me! Writing more! Hurrah! I came up with this because I’ve done multiple fics of Donnie gettin Leo cause he was in a lee mood and thought “but what if…?” So, Enjoy this self-indulgent thing-a-mabob! (P.S remember I’m a massive lee without a ler bone in my body so if I’ve misunderstood ler moods in anyway let me know.)
TW: a swear word
Flipping the Script
‘Hmmm.’ Donnie’s thoughts echoed.
He was in a ler mood. And a bad one. He couldn’t help it! His six fingers itched to tickle. He wanted to make someone laugh, but not in the ‘I want to be funny laugh at my jokes please’ kinda way, more like the ‘I like seeing you happy and also uncontrollably laughing so much it’s ridiculous-‘ kinda way.
He craved to have someone trapped in their own head as he crawled his fingers down their side making them giggle and squirm, tease them until they’re red in the face-
And there he goes again. He kept doing that! Picturing a scenario where he finally captured a victim. He couldn’t focus on anything like this!
Frustrated, he climbed out of bed and went to go get some water and maybe a snack.
As he passed through to the kitchen, he spotted Leo at the table. He would be fun to get- no. Donnie. Stop thinking about it.
Leo sensed his twins presence and looked up. “Hey DonTon! What’s up?” Leo asked cheerfully, noticing a slight gleam in Donnie’s eyes but deciding not to mention it.
‘Oh fuck it’s going to be so hard to talk to him without saying something I might regret-‘ “oh, I’m just l, getting water you know, got to get hydrated” Donnie laughed nervously.
Leo raised an eyebrow ridge, “Okay, something’s going on with you, what is it?”
Donnie’s eyes shifted to the side and his fingers twitched. “Nothing….of importance.” He spoke hesitantly.
“Yeah, you think so? Well, if it’s bothering you, it’s important to me. I promise I won’t judge. Now, I’ll ask you one more time, what’s up?”
Donnie sighed, knowing it would be pointless to lie, “I may or may not.. be… in a massive ler mood.” He rushed the last part of the sentence, as if speaking it quickly would make it less embarrassing.
Leo’s eyebrow lines shot up. “Okay then,” then he finished with a more hesitant, “…I suppose I can help you with that.”
Donnie looked over to him, “really?”
“Really, I don’t mind I promise.”
A smirk grew in Donnie’s face. “Well that I knew, Lee-o~”
Leo pushed his hands towards his twin halfheartedly, “Man, I’m being nice to you shut up!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that dear brother, you agreed to help me, which means you have agreed to let me tease you as I please!” Donnie booped the end of Leo’s snout with the final word.
Don then pulled Leo into a tight hug, resting his hands in either side of his brother. “Now, to start, I have a little game for you~” and he rested his hands still.
“Don’t laugh, and I don’t move. But at the first sign of laughter! The slightest snicker or giggle, well, then my true fun begins.”
Leo squeezed his eyes shut and groaned slightly. “Oh fuck… I’m screwed.”
Donnie chuckles evilly. “Ohoho nervous already? This will be fun.”
For the first minute or so, Don was quiet. Just quiet breathing and listening to Leo’s irregular breathing as he tried to hold back his anticipatory giggles. But after a while, the tech-man began to tease.
“You know what I’m gonna do when you break Leo? I’ll start off real nice and slow, just gentle tracing along your most ticklish spots. Sending sparks across your skin.”
Leo’s eyes widened in a giddy dread, and his efforts to stay quiet tenfolded, but yet he came so much closer to failing.
“And then I’ll get a little bit rougher, more ticklish, as I scribble and scratch my hands into your sides, your underarms, maybe even your thighs and knees, that’ll be fun for you, won’t it?”
Leo’s breathing becomes even more sporadic as he tries to contain his giggles by holding his breath.
“Maybe I’ll give you some raspberries and nibbles in your oh so sensitive little tummy! We’re just gonna have a blast.”
Leo finally breaks, just a little giggle slipping out, but it was enough.
Donnie’s evil smile grew. “Oh, was that a laugh? I think it was~! Time for the true fun to begin.”
Donnie started off doing exactly what he said he would. Tracing up and down Leo’s ribs and around them in gentle circles that produced a giggly smile and gentle squirming from Leo.
“Aww~ look at him, so happy and giggly~” Don teased, mocking but still light in tone. He moved on from the circles, and traced down Leo’s sides before ending up lightly tracing swirls along his thighs, and eventually moving behind his knees in light, barely there, wiggles of his fingers.
All the while Leo was giggling like a moron. The light tingly sensation was like electricity flowing through his skin, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was happy to help his twin be happy.
Donnie continued on to the speech he had given earlier, moving to slightly harder tickles, moving back up to Leo’s sides, who promptly started laughing much harder than he was previously.
“Oh, is that too much~?” Donnie asks, unserious but also willing to accommodate if the answer was yes.
“Nohoho, youhohour’e fihihine!”
“Oh, good~” Donnie chuckles, his voice lightly sinister.
This continues for a while, and Donnie feels as though his ler mood is satisfied, but… it needs a proper ending to be truly fulfilling.
“Are you ready for the last thing~”
Leo knows what’s coming. “Ahas reheady ahahas ihihi’ll Ehehever behehe.”
“Alright~ on the count of three..” He hesitates for a moment that seems to last forever. “Three!” The softshell shouts, taking a deep breath and giving Leo the most ticklish raspberry possible right on his plastron, where his stomach would be.
Leo screams in laughter, pounding his fist on the floor from the energy of it. He thought that would be it, but then Donnie repeated the action again, and then again in his ribs.
It tickles so much he couldn’t stand it! And yet… he didn’t stop him. It was fun, at least a little bit, for Leo as well. Which feels familiar, hmm, wonder why that is? (/s)
Donnie finally stops and sits up, leaving a giggly brother on the floor. “You good, Nardo?”
He just gets a shaky thumbs up in response, and more giggles.
“You know,” Don starts to speak. “This is a familiar situation. Just with a slightly different cause.”
“Yeheah.” Leo Agrees, “almost as if we’re just flipping the script.”
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sure!! (I'm the anon you posted about) it could be the moment when splinter realized that his little turtles were ticklish maybe maybe when he was taking care of them or playing with them
A Loving Father
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Tots Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph
🍫:Splinter
Summary: Splinter loves his kids, and he finally feels capable to play with them after 4 years. He finds out something that he would have never expected.
A/N: here ya go anon! Sorry for the wait ended up going to sleep before finishing these!
A Loving Father
Four years.
That’s how long it took him to be ready to be a father.
He loved his new children, he did, truly and wholly and unconditionally. But being a parent is hard, especially for someone still dealing with… a lot.
Red was already six. Blue and purple were five. Orange was only four.
Splinter decided that he was finally ready. Finally able to step up. And if he was going to be late, he was going to do it right.
After breakfast that morning, he sat the tots down around him and told them a little game he had planned.
“You guys run around, and I try to catch you! It’s called ‘tag’. Sound fun?”
The little one’s eagerly nodded. They were gonna play a game with dad!
“I’ll give you a ten second head start!”
“Everybody scatter!” Leo shouted as dad started counting down from ten.
They all ran in different directions, their little feet carrying them further than one would expect.
Once the rat-man reached zero, he ran after his kids that were scattered across the living room.
He ran after blue first, considering it was the slider’s genius idea to go in all different directions.
“I gotcha blue!” He spoke, reaching out to tag his shell.
He didn’t expect his paw to graze blue’s shell, causing a squeak to fall out of his mouth.
Splinter thought for a moment as he ran after Leo, figuring it out in his head.
When he finally reached the tot, he scooped him up. “Gotcha! And it looks like someone is a ticklish little turtle~”
The father then poked all across blues plastron, causing him to squeak and giggle, chirps piercing the sounds every once in a while.
The turtles knew what tickling was, and had used it on eachother in the past, but had never expected dad to use it too!
Leo thought that maybe ratting out his brothers would get him free sooner, so he spoke through his chirpy giggles. “Whehehe ahall *chirp* ahare!”
“Oh are you now? Well, I better go test that theory, but first~” He then blew a raspberry into blue’s plastron, causing the slider to squeal in delight and fall into loud giggles.
Then dad set him down, and went to get the others.
The next turtle he chased was red. The snapper was rather large for his age, and was hence easy to spot and target.
Splinter chased red for awhile, finally catching him when he tripped on his tail.
“Come here, kid!” He called, starting up his attack on red’s shell.
The oldest turtle quickly fell into laughter, “Dahahahad! Ahahaha!”
“Yyyes~”
“Ihihit tihihihickles!”
“Of course it does! That is the point! But, I do have some other small boys to catch.”
And the rat man let him go to go hunt for the others.
The next target- purple. Splinter was rather surprised at how smart the little turtle was, and he was definitely more serious than his brothers. But he was still the funny one!
When he caught purple, he decided to squeeze his tiny leg and see what happened.
“Eee! Dahahahad Noho!”
“Dad yes!”
The soft shell giggled loudly as he was attacked, squirming and writhing the whole time, trying to get free.
“Wohoah! Someone’s feisty!”
“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho!”
“Ahalright, alrihight.”
Splinter let purple go and started back up the chase for the last turtle standing, orange. The youngest.
The small box turtle was already giggling like a lunatic as he ran, no doubt expecting what was going to happen once he was caught.
“Come here orange!” Dad shouted as he ran.
“Eheheheee! Yohou cahahant cahahatch mehehe!”
“Oh yes I can~ gotcha!” The rat shouted, poking orange’s neck.
“Noho!” The smallest turtle squeaked out as he fell to the ground.
“Yes! Such ticklish little things you all are!”
“Ehahaha! Dhahahad! Nohohot thehehere!”
“Not there? Not where? Here?” He spoke, poking his neck again.
The kid scrunched up his head and ducked it into his shell, giggling crazily.
“Oh, well, guess I’ll just- pbbt!” He blew a raspberry into the back of orange’s shell, causing his head to pop out.
“Eheheheehehe! Okahahahay! Okahahahay!”
“Alright I’ll let you go.” He spoke, walking over to the spot where the other three had waited.
“Alright, time for a nap, you four.”
“Okay, dad.” They chorused. They were all ticketed out from their game!
Splinter loved his boys so much. He was going to try his best to be a loving father.
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#parrotwrites#sfw tickle community#rottmnt tickles#lee!turtle tots#lee!leo#lee!donnie#lee!mikey#lee!raph#ler!splinter#parrotanswers
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Right side of the bed
🎂: ROTTMNT
🧁: Donnie
🍫: Mikey , Leo Ft. Raph
Summary: Donnie is in a very good mood and has a minor case of the giggles for some reason . Mikey and Leo decide to figure it out and maybe improve it even more..
A/N: I love the idea of tickling someone because they’re in a good mood almost as much as I love cheer up tickles and that’s saying something.
Right side of the bed
“Good morning, D!” Mikey cheered while making breakfast as Donnie walked in.
“Morning Angelo!” He replies , equally chipper.
‘……wait just a second! Donnie’s never this cheery in the mornings??!’
“Oo! Something smells good! What’s on the menu today?”
Okay, this was really weird. Mikey’s brain stutters for a moment.
“Oh! It’s pancakes! With chocolate chips!” He informs once his mind catches up.
“Fun! I bet they’ll be delicious, like always!” Donnie giggles .
….Donnie giggled. What the hecking heck?
Mikey kinda just stares in shock at Donnie’s smiling face.
Donnie giggles again. “Hello~ is anybody home?” And waves his hand in front of the others eyes.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Mikey finished making breakfast as Leo and Raph come downstairs.
“I smell chocolate chip pancakes!” Raph calls as he sits down.
“I hope we’re not to choco-late to get some!” Leo cracks a joke with a silly smirk .
Raph groans, Mikey grins, but Donnie giggles.
“Pfft. That was silly.”
Leo gasps(maybe a little dramatic but that’s in character)
“did you just laugh? At one of my jokes? Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”
“Heheh, I’m an eeviilll imposter ~,” Donnie starts with a fake ghost voice , “No but seriously, Nardo, it’s just me.”
“Okay, this is really weird , what is up with you?”
Donnie laughs again. “Guess I woke up on the right side of the bed? I’m just kinda feeling life today Leon, don’t sweat it.”
“Moving on!” Mikey exclaims from the kitchen “Breakfast is ready!”
As the brothers eat, Leo makes more jokes, capitalizing on the fact that his brother was so giggly. He loved making people laugh.
After a joke that landed particularly well, Donnie just full on burst into belly laughter.
“Hahaha! Nardohoho! I’m trying to eat!” He half complains as he clutched his sides and wipes a small tear from his eye.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that I’m so funny.”
“Heh. Dork.”
At that sentiment, Leo does a fake offended gasp, in another form of comedy.
It works. Donnie just laughs harder.
“Oh, you should see your face! Ahahah!”
After breakfast, Leo decides he’s gonna make Donnie laugh in a different way. He tells the others(minus Donnie) and Mirky agrees to help. Raph says he’ll just watch, they don’t want to overwhelm the soft shell.
So, when Donnie comes back(he had been getting a drink) the two of them pounce.
“Whahat are you twoho doihing, huhuh?” Donnie laughs out as he’s tackled by them.
“We’re making you laugh!” Mikey pips up, before lightly poking at Donnie’s sides.
“Pffthehe! Youhou whehere alreheheady Dohinhihng thahat youhou gohoofbahalls!”
Donnie wouldn’t admit it, but it felt kinda nice. It was improving his already happy feelings.
He was glowing with joy, only bright smiles here!
“Yeah, but we wanted to do it better, Mister giggles~.” Leo teases as he joins in the attack.
Donnie didn’t say anything, he was just full of laughter!
“Looks like someone got a one-way ticket to giggle city~” Leo coos.
Donnie didn’t even respond. Normally he wouldve replied with snark or a simple “shut!” But this time, he just basked in the feeling.
“Are you having fun~” Mikey sings
“Mmmahayhahaps!” He quietly says through his laughter.
All three brothers internally ‘awwed’ at that.
Donnie was indeed, having fun. He didn’t even protest because he was already in a good mood before. Now he just felt amazing .
His smile seemed to glow, his eyes were shut tight as giggle after giggle fell out of his mouth.
The others all watched in awe at Donnie’s generally happy juxtaposition.
Leo continued to make jokes while tickling his twin, increasing the amount of laughter pouring from him even more.
It was a great situation! Everyone was having a good time!
When the two attackers stopped, they let Donnie catch his breath and got him a glass of water.
After he recovered, Donnie just smiled and laughed a little at his own thought before reciting it aloud,
“Now I really feel like I woke up on the right side of the bed.”
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Bubbly
🎂: ROTTMNT
🧁: Donnie (again - lol)
🍫: Mikey, Leo
Summary: Donnie needs to smile more! So, his sunshine brothers help him stop thinking and replace it with pure, bubbly laughter.
A/N: I really like the idea that Leo and Mikey just one day decide Donnie dosent smile enough and decide to fix that. :) This takes place post-movie. I don’t think there are army spoilers, but take this as your warning just in case
Bubbly
The Hamato brothers were sitting in the lair, hanging out.
It was just them today, as the humans were up on the surface doing human things. (I.e preparing Casey for school and life outside of apocalypse)
They were playing some games with eachother, laughing and generally having a good time. Almost all of them had smiles on their faces.
Almost. Donnie looked as stoic as ever. Staring into space as if lost in thought.
Leo rolled his eyes a little ‘he’s probably overthinking one thing or another’
Mikey also saw issue with this. Everything was fine, the day was bright! And yet here was his purple-clad brother, drawn-on brows furrowed and a slight frown plastered on.
After another round of games and some light hearted banter, Leo finally spoke up.
“Yo, DonTon, don’t you ever get tired of overthinking everything?”
This seemed to snap the Soft shell out of a trance .
“Huh? What are you talking abou-“
Mikey cut him off, “yeah! You need to smile more! Stop looking so grumpy!”
“What he said!” Leo agreed, before continuing
“you almost never smile, and when you do it’s usually at someone else’s expense. Can’t you be genuinely happy for once?”
Raph looked on with a slight find look. He knew where this was going. Best to leave them to it.
Donnie’s brow furrowed further at the words. ‘What the heck are they talking about? I mean yeah, it’s true I have a stoic appearance, but that dosent mean anything!’
His train of thoughts quickly spiraled into ‘buts-‘ and ‘what ifs?’
Leo sighed and internally rolled his eyes. ‘Classic Donnie overthink’ before he spoke .
“That’s it. No more thinking for you, mister.”
And he pulled Donnie down to the floor, subtly motioning for Mikey to join him.
The youngest turtle instantly complied, coming over and kneeling next to the twins.
“What- Nardo?” Donnie asked startled.
Leo then quickly began to scribble against Donnie’s sides and ribs, repeating his previous sentiment.
“You think too much! You need to stop thinking and just laugh and smile for a while!” (A/N: hehe Ryhmes!)
Mikey nodded and hummed in confirmation. He couldn’t agree more!
Soon enough, he joined in on the tickle-party. Tracing along his older brother’s plastron and shell.
It was then that Donnie really regretted leaving his Battle shell in his lab for the cleaning process. Even though it was only light tracing and scribbles, His shell was an absolute death spot.
He broke down into hysterical giggles, not fighting back and just going limp.
As the sunshine brothers had hoped, all thoughts left the Tech-wiz’s mind. They were all replaced with just one little thought circling over and over in his head.
‘That tickles so bad!’ Bubbly laughter poured out of him nonstop.
The smile the others had wanted to see was spread wide across Don’s face, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed.
He was actually having fun! Although he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself.
Not that he could anyway, with his brain being turned to mush.
He couldn’t even speak, all that came out of his mouth when he tried were frantic cackles.
After about a minute, when Donnie started wheezing, the two attackers took the sign to stop.
Leo brought him some water as Mikey rubbed away ghost tickles.
Donnie mean while, was still panting out little giggles, a wide, cheerful smile stuck to him.
“Well, look who we made into soap!” Leo called.
At the others confused glances, he finished his joke.
“Why else would he be all bubbly?”
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Can I request mha lee Shinso and ler Aizawa and Present Mic. The senario is both Aizawa and Present Mic are trying to wake their grumpy boy then they decided on his weakness. Even though he’s 15 but who cares 😉
Sleep in
🎂: MHA
🧁: Shinsou
🍫: Aizawa, Present mic.
Summary; Shinsou decided to sleep in, and his parents figure out how to wake him in a more pleasant way.
A/N: thanks for the request! Enjoy!
Sleep in
It was nearly noon on a Saturday. Aizawa and Present mic were sitting on the couch, waiting for their son to get up so they could make him lunch.
Once they realized how late it had gotten, they decided that it was definitely time for him to be awake.
So, the two walked into his bedroom. They saw him sleeping really deeply. Out like a light, one would say, hair more messy than normal.
The two knew shaking him or something similar would cause him to be grumpy and upset. Something they didn’t want.
So, they figured out how to wake him up in a kinder way.
Even if it was a little childish.
They moved the blanket out of the way, and started to poke his sides a bit.
Shinsou moved in his sleep at the feeling, letting out small giggles .
“You gotta get up now~” Hizashi sang .
Aizawa stayed quiet, but smiled slightly.
“Mhhhmhm lehet mehe sleheep.” His voice was dragged down and muffled.
“We gotta eat lunch! C’mon!”
“Yeah, we let you sleep in but it’s nearly noon get up.”
Shinsou hesitated a bit until Present mic started squeezing.
“Okahahay! Ihim uhup! Ihim uhup!” The adults stopped and got off the bed, allowing the purple-haired kid to get up.
“Let’s go get lunch!”
“Alright, jeez, dad. Although, I’m 15 not 5, don’t you think I’m a little too old for that?”
Aizawa cocked an eyebrow and smirked a bit.
“Maybe next time don’t sleep in.”
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Sounds good!! I’d love something with lee Mikey and either ler Donnie or lers Donnie, Leo and Raph. Maybe Mikey is touch starved and really wants hugs, but then it turns into tickles because Mikey is just too ticklish 💖 Take all the time you need!
Touch starved
🎂: ROTTMNT
🧁: Mikey
🍫: Donnie, Leo, Raph
Summary: Mikey is feeling a little touch-starved . His brothers help him out in the giggliest way possible.
A/N: thanks for the request! My first time experimenting with many lers (and actually describing it, unlike with “old returned feelings” where I didn’t describe much) as well as touch starvation, so, I hope I did well!
TW: Descriptions of touch starvation and negative thoughts . Gets all fluffy at the end though!
Touch starved
There he goes again. Mikey, closing himself off from his family despite desperately wanting to spend time with them. To be close to them. To give them hugs and love.
‘No’ something whispered in his head. ‘You don’t want to give them love. You want to receive it. You’re selfish.’
He sighed, curling into a ball under his covers, hoping to replace the cold that was clawing at his bones.
It was never enough, he was always so cold.
This was why he was hiding. He couldn’t bring himself to be around his family because of his selfish wants.
Donnie is averse to touch. Raph is so busy and stressed all the time. Leo is bad with the emotional vulnerability.
He couldn’t ask them for what he wanted. It was selfish.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
With these thoughts swirling around in his head, Mikey broke into tears.
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“Guys, something’s going on with Mikey.” Raph Spoke, his tone serious, after pulling his other two brothers to the side when Mikey left.
“Scoff. You are just noticing this now?” Donnie snarked, an eyebrow raised.
“No. It’s just, I was hoping it would work itself out. You know how Mikey gets when I suggest he’s to young for something.”
“That is a fair point, dear twin-o-mine.” Leo called with a playful smirk.
“Oh, you wanna play that game huh?” Donnie hit ready to leap at his Twin.
“GUYS! Focus. This is about Mikey.”
“Ah. Yes. Continue, dear brother.”
“So, here’s what we’re gonna do….”
Raph proceeded to explain that the brothers were going to go check on him, ask him what was wrong. Reassure him that they wont judge, that they’re there for him, bring him comfort, (and also refuse to leave until he fesses up.)
So, the trio together went to visit their youngest brother.
——————
Through his tears, Mikey didn’t hear the footsteps walking through his door.
“Oh, Mikey.” Raph breathed. ‘Time to do this.’
At the voice, the box turtle lifted his head , then promptly buried again, whispering quietly with a tone of desperation,
“Please leave.”
“Never. We will never leave you abandoned like this.”
“Yeah, Angelo, tell us what’s up.”
A clear invitation. Mikey hesitated.., but took it.
He breathed in a hefty breath before starting.
He explained how he’d been feeling touch starved, but didn’t want to burden his brothers with his utterly selfish desire. He explained why he had closed himself off, not wanting to risk his condition to leak through.
All three brothers hugged Mikey tight.
“Oh, Mikey. For someone with such high emotional intelligence, that was awfully stupid.” Leo said, lighthearted but still with so much meaning.
They stayed like that for a while, unmoving. All the older brothers giving Mikey quiet reassurances.
That was, until one of them squeezed just a little to hard on Mikey’s side.
Mikey squeaked, then promptly flushed and tried to hide, embarrassed by the sound.
Leo, the culprit, smirked, noting his brothers reaction, and repeated the action.
When Mikey squeaked again, the other brothers caught on, their previously confused looks turning into smug smiles.
“Hey Angelo. You know what they say about touch starvation?”
“………That it utterly sucks?” He whispered, nervously.
“Nope, although I have no doubt it does, No, the thing they say about touch starvation is that…”
“the best way to cure it is through tickles!” The older turtles all shouted simultaneously, before starting to squeeze Mikey’s various tickle spots.
“ThaHAHATS nohOt EvEeHen COREHEct!!” Mikey’s giggles bounced and fluctuated as his brothers ‘attacked’ him.
Leo was throughly scratching at his knees, switching up to thigh squeezes Avery few seconds.
Donnie was lightly and methodically tracing across his plastron.
Raph was delivering absolutely evil nibbles with his snaggle tooth on his neck.
“Scoff. It is definitely correct. And you have no room for being a smart-Alec in your situation, Angelo.” Donnie intensifies to scratching for a moment, before returning to the light reading from before.
“GUHUHUYS! QUHUHiT IHIHIT!” Mikey was clutching his sides and laughing his head off. He wouldn’t admit it, but this was helping.
Despite his (fake) pleas, his brothers continued for a moment, before retracting and re-embracing Mikey in a large hug.
“Yohou guhuhuys. Ahare . Mehean.” Mikey panted, voice full of leftover giggles.
“Maybe, but you love us.”
“Ihi guess I do, huh.”
And the orange turtle just hugs his brothers closer.
————————THE END———————————
#parrotwrites#parrotanswers#sfw tickle community#rottmnt tickle#lee!mikey#ler!donnie#ler!leo#ler!raph
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Mike + Sys. Tkl headcanons
I wanted to write a fic but I’m too tired so have HC’s instead.(also I got super flustered writing this. I’m in such a lee mood rn ajsiaj)
Edit: I added some more stuff that I thought of
Mike:
-He is totally a lee. Maybe a lee-leaning switch.
-his tkl laugh is super dorky in the cutest way. Lots of squeaks.
-when he’s tkled he would half-heartedly push your hands away.
-> he would yell things like “Stahahap! Nohot theheherreee!” And mean exactly none of it.
-his death spot is his sides. Give him a good squeeze and he’ll squeak like a dog toy!
-he enjoys every second of the tkls, but man if he isn’t a blushy mess, especially when the ler is Zoey.
-on that note; Zoey would tkl him all the time becuase she thinks his laugh and smile are adorable.
-as a ler, Mike is super playful.
-he would just be the type to go “tktktktkktktk!” And laugh along with his lee.
-he will tkl people to make them feel better if they’ve had a long day.
-he LOOOVES to use raspberries. He makes fun little nomming sounds whenever he gives someone one.
-he just likes to see people happy and having fun, he will never tkl someone if he doesn’t think they’re enjoying themself.
Chester
-he isn’t really involved with the community, but he is more of a ler then a lee.
-his laugh is super wheezy, it always sounds like his dying.
-he’s the type to cuss out whoever is tkling him.
-unlike Mike he actually means it when he tells you to stop. He doesn’t really enjoy being tkled.
-his death spot is behind the knees, but be warned he will kick you if you try it.
-when he tkls someone, it would probably be very grandpa-esk.
-he would call his lee “kiddo”
-he will only ever tkl someone if they ask him directly. No beating around the bush.
-he will pretend to be mad that you’re laughing so much.
-> “why are all the kids these days so gosh darn giggly?!” “Could you stop laughing for a minute?! You’re so gosh darn loud!”
Svetlana
-she’s a switch. Even 50/50.
-her tkl laugh would be super high pitched and squealy.
-> she snorts when she really gets going and is super embarrassed by it. “Svehehetlahahana dohoes not snort! Shehe dohoes nohot knohow what you speheek ohof!!”
- she doesn’t hide the fact that she likes being tkled, and will straight up ask you tkl her.
-she likes to start tkl fights. She is always so confident she will win.
-> if she loses, she says that she let you win. “Svetlana vas going easy on you”
-her death spot is her feet. Gets the most high-pitched squeals that could shatter glass.
-on the other hand, of Svetlana is chasing you you are done for.
-she loves to chase whoever her lee is, even giving them a head start.
-> she will take this opportunity to show off her gymnastics. Be prepared to be outshined by her backflipping in front of you before backing you into a corner.
-She does get ler moods, and when she does you better be ready.
-no one is safe. No. One.
-for some unknown reason, she is really good at knowing when someone is in a lee mood, even if they aren’t showing any signs. It’s like she can smell it on em.
-> “you are in lee mood, yes?” “Wha- how’d you know?” “A Olympic champion never reveals her zecrets!”
-she will compliment you relentlessly: especially if she knows it flusters you.
-> “your laugh is so cute! Svetlana is jealous!” “Look at how gorgeous this little tummy is! And ticklish too!!”
-she might ask someone to let her tickle them sometimes.
Vito
-lee. No doubt about it. I mean- he never wears a shirt!
-his laugh would be deep and kinda rumbly.
-he will be embarrassed by the fact that he’s so tklish. He’ll hide his face in your shoulder or his hands.
-he absolutely refuses to ask for tkls. No way no how. No matter how bad of a lee mood he’s in. He’s got a reputation! He’ll just have to settle for trying to provoke you into it….
-he wouldn’t say anything when he’s tkled. No compalints, no cussing, nothing. All there would be is the sound of his laugh.
-His worst spot is his belly. Yes he knows that it’s always exposed, that’s the point!!
-if you called him out on not telling you to stop or squirming away he will blush as red as a tomato and hide his face.
-on the occasion Vito does get a ler mood he will act so cocky about it despite knowing that he’s even worse.
-> “you look like your enjoyin’ yourself!” “How ticklish are you?”
-he will stop if asked to.
Manitoba
-ler-leaning switch.
-his laugh is super giggly and quiet. Never gets more intense than streams of giggles, with the occasional wheeze.
-this ain’t to say that he’s not tklish, he is! His laugh just doesn’t get very loud.
-he is a sassy lee. He will clap back any tease you throw at him.
-> this means verbal teases don’t have any effect on him.
-however; visual teases? He’s done for.
-holding your hands over a tklish spot. Wiggling your fingers at him. Chasing him.
-any sort of anticipation has him giggling and blushing like his life depends on it.
-his death spot is his neck/ears.
-he’s a squirmer! As much as he does enjoy being tkled on occasion he can’t help it!
-> if he accidentally kicks you he will profusely apologize.
-he is prone to getting ler moods.
-no hesitation, he will walk up to the nearest person and pull them into a tkl hug.
-pretends he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.
-> “what’s so funny?” “What do you mean I’m tickling you?” “What was that, mate? I can’t hear you through your giggles.”
-he’s really good at telling when someone has actually had enough and will stop immediately.
Mal
-ler
-his too laugh sounds like his evil laugh and everyone is always surprised
-> “your laugh actually sounds like that?!” “Yehehes!”
-he gets tkled more often than he’d like. Usually as punishment for being an ass.
-> he’ll never tell but he doesn’t really mind it too much.
-he does rarely get lee moods and hides it with his life. (Svetlana always knows anyway.)
-he will threaten to kill you, get you back, etc etc.
-> “whehehen ihi gehehet ohohout ohof thihihis youhour dehehead!”
-if you tkl him you better make it enough for him to fall asleep cause of not he will get revenge.
-his death spot is his ribs. And his belly and sides. Just a walking tickle spot, really.
-he is extremely ticklish and also extremely embarrassed by that. Very susceptible to teasing.
-very weak to raspberries. Pretty much an insta-kill.
-Zoey will sometimes tkl him to get him to stop being mean.
-As mentioned above, he will get revenge on you if you tickle him.
-if you try to provoke him and he realizes what your doing he will tickle you but he’ll make you ask first.
-> “oh I know what you’re doing. And I will tickle you- if you ask. And you have to say the word too, no substitutes. It can’t be that hard, it’s two syllables! Ti-ckle. You can do it!”
-he is absolutely ruthless. Will only stop if someone else makes him or if he thinks you’re gonna die or something.
-is ridiculously strong and pins you down without any struggle.
-he will tickle you to get exactly what he wants, even if that’s just your laughter.
-he acts like he’s just doing this to be a jerk but he actually really likes hearing you laugh.
-is prone to ler moods and often takes it out on random people without telling them why.
-he is unfairly good at knowing exactly what flusters you and how to use it.
-in short, when it comes to tickling you, he is just evil. Be prepared to laugh and laugh until he gets bored.
#parrotsramblings#parrotwrites#sfw tickle community#parrotisamassivelee#td tickles#td mike#td mal#td manitoba#td chester#td vito#td svetlana
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How about Mikey pranks Donnie by painting his battle shells and he retaliates by doing the same to Mikeys shell, by writing down calculations and using his tech to wash any mistakes with scrub brushes?
Calculations
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Mikey
🍫:Donnie
Summary: Mikey decides to paint Donnie’s battle shell, he quickly finds out that Don doesn’t do art in the traditional sense.
A/N: Even though it’s a few days later, decided to make this one have April fools involved! Thanks for the request and enjoy!
Calculations
Ah, April Fools day. A holiday all about pranking your friends and family.
Needless to say, it tended to get pretty intense in the Hamato residence, what with the four teenage turtles that loved to hark on eachother.
And Mikey, the youngest, typically seen as sweet and innocent. Ohohoho, he was the worst out of all of them.
He had put red food dye in the shower, so in the morning everyone woke up to Raph’s screams of terror as ‘blood’ filled the bath.
He had made a copy of Leo’s mask and cut it up, replacing the one that he typically wore, making Leo think his mask had been destroyed. Only to find out the one he wore all the time was just fine.
But Donnie… was probably the one turtle that good ol’ prankster Mikey shouldn’t have messed with.
He decided that he would paint Donnie’s battle shell.
He didn’t put too much thought into it, it was a prank not a mural, and just added random dots of pink and blue and some yellow.
But Donnie was having none of it. As soon as he saw the paint on his battle shell, he knew it was the family artist. So, he went to confront them.
“Micheal.” He spoke in a threatening monotone. “I know this was you.” He nodded to the battle shell he was holding.
“Yup!” The box turtle didn’t bother denying it. “How d’ya like your new color scheme.” He finished with a wink and a laugh.
“Oh, Micheal, Micheal, Micheal, you have no idea what you’re in for. I would stop digging your grave deeper.”
Mikey laughed again. “Whahat ahare you gohonna do? We ahall know yohour prahanks are fahamously hohorrible!
“Tsk tsk, you really think I don’t know that? Do you underestimate me? Oh, no no no. I’m not planning on pranking you.”
“Wooh! Thihis oughtahah behe gohood! Whahat you got fohor me? A lehecture ohon science? Ohoho noho~ I’m shahaking in myhy bohoots!”
“Disappointed sigh. You never learn. Well, prepare to eatith thy words!” And with that, Donnie launched at Mikey and knocked him to the floor. He set his battle shell down next to him, and had it bring out some paint and paint brushes, along with some scrubbers.
Y’see, Donnie knew Mikey would do something. So he prepared his battle shell with supplies for revenge. Although he wasn’t expecting the battle shell to be the target of the prank, and thought he would be wearing it, but it’s whatever.
So, while he had Mikey pinned on the ground, shell facing up, he grabbed some of the supplies, and started to… draw.
Mikey immediately burst into laughter, squirming around as best he could while pinned to the floor.
“Angelo, stop squirming! You’re going to mess me up!”
“Whahahat ahare yohou eheheven dohohoing!”
“I’m painting. You do it all the time, can’t I?”
“Ihi mehean, yeheah, buhut ihit dohohosen’t seheem nahatural!”
“Well, yeah. I’m not an artist. So, to make something look good, I have to use math and calculation. Which, by the way, your squirming is making extremely difficult.”
“Gohood!”
“Not good, Angelo. Not for me, because it means I have to put forth more time, and not good for you, because this.” As soon as he got the sentence out, Donnie grabbed one of the scrubbers and took it to the place he had messed up.
“HOHOHOL- OHOHOMIGOHOSH!”
“Everytime I mess up, that happens.” Donnie smirked down at his younger brother, switching back to the paint.
“So the less you move, the better for us both… unless you like this.”
“Ihi cahahant exahahahctly cohontrohol ihit!”
“Well that sounds like a you problem.”
Donnie may have sounded like he was just doing this for revenge and nothing more, but that wasn’t entirely true. He was also doing this because he found it fun. Making his little brother laugh so much.
He will admit, he did mess up on purpose a few times just so he could hear Mikey cackle. Not that he ever needed to know that.
This process went on for a while. The whole time, Mikey never stopped laughing. Donnie would paint for a while, he would mess up(on purpose or on accident) and then he’d fix his mistake, making the youngest squeal and laugh loudly.
Eventually, he was done, and hopped up of his brother.
“Tada! How’s it look?” He spoke, showing Mikey a picture he had taken.
“Ihit lohooks greheat!” He spoke truthfully through his excess laughter.
It was abstract, didn’t represent anything from real life. It was just lines and squares, a few circles here and there. It was all very geometric.
But that didn’t mean it was bad, it just had that special little Donnie flare!
“Now that I am done enacting my revenge, I believe we have to clean both you and my battle shell off from paint.”
Mikey nodded, before realizing the implication that he would have to be scrubbed clean, when he squeaked and flushed in embarrassment and anticipation. “Oh boy.”
Donnie smirked and chuckled a bit.
“And be ready, it’s going to tickle quite a lot. According to my calculations.”
———THE END————————————————
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Old returned feelings
🎂: ROTTMNT - more specifically MNMC
🧁: Leon (future leo)
🍫: leo and Donnie
Summary: Leon gets a lee mood for the first time in a long time.
A/N: Leon is future Leonardo and Leo is present Leonardo. Also, damn this is long . But it was also so fun to write.
TW; a single cuss word
Old returned feelings.
Well, this is new..Not really, it had happened to him before, but it had been so long. It felt unfamiliar. A lee mood.
That’s right, the depressed Leon..wanted to be tickled.
It makes a little sense if you think about it, a depressed middle-aged man going through a lot and feeling tremendous guilt….
It’s no surprise that he wants to get out of his head and laugh for a while.
No, the surprise comes when you think about the fact that this isn’t an ordinary lee mood. It’s a lee-onardo mood.
Leo’s lee moods are simultaneously well-known and completely unknown.
Everyone knew that Leo got these “episodes” where he would be more annoying or immature, somehow make even more ridiculous one-liners and also never leave his brothers alone.
This was Leos way of provoking his brothers into satisfying his lee moods, without them ever knowing.
Sometimes , it would work. One of his brothers (usually Donnie) would get fed-up and tickle him until he couldn’t breathe.
But most of the time, they didn’t. And he would spend all his free time thinking about it until it either went away (which could take weeks) or he got what he wanted.
While the obnoxious behavior is the most noticeable, there are other signs of a classic Lee-o mood.
These are very strange to see in a normally somber person. Things like always having a small smile, needing to struggle to stifle a constant urge to laugh, flinching away in anticipation when one of his brothers passed a little to closely.
He hadn’t felt it in a long time. Leon supposed a dangerous war made even the most uncontrollable happy moods disappear, leaving them as a distant memory .
Despite that, Leon knew what was happening to him as soon as he woke up.
His ticklish spots buzzed with phantom sensation, and although his normally sad thoughts were still present, this massive bubbling feeling in his chest overpowered it.
His Lee moods always did trump his other emotions.
The other turtles were still asleep in their little pile, breathing softly and wearing relaxed expressions .
Leon, on the other hand, was wide awake. Visions of scrub brushes taken to the edges of his shell, or fingers working their way under his arms, leaving him holding back snickers underneath his brothers.
The older slider gently climbed out of the pile to go train a bit, maybe take his mind off his tremendous lee mood.
He was still plagued with these giggly visions as he stood up, having to leave the small snickers in his chest to avoid waking his family.
He was still smiling and slightly giggly when he left, not noticing the smaller sliders eyes watching him walk away.
💙💙💙💙(time skip)
As soon as the rest of the turtles woke up, and Leo actually saw the older version of himself doing daily activities, he knew what was up.
He would recognize the signs of his own lee moods anywhere .
All the tells were there.
Small smile? Check
Slight mirthful gleam in the eyes? Check
Looks like he’s penting up laughter? Check
Absolutely amazing one-liners? Double check.
The rest of Leo’s brothers were a little surprised at Leon’s sudden cheery demeanor and oh so very Leo-esk behavior.
But not Leo, he knew exactly what was going on.
—————-
Donnie knew something was up. What exactly? He didn’t know.
All he knew was that Leon wanted something.
He was being extra annoying and telling a bunch of very dumb jokes at breakfast. He kept staring at the turtles with a smile , not of fondness, but excitement. There was a hint of hope in his eyes, as if he was just waiting for something to happen.
All signs that he wanted something, but what?
What is going on?
Donnie decides to ask Leo , he’s the one most likely to know what’s up with future-him.
—————-
Leo was about deciding to help future him out with his little issue, when Donnie knocked on his door.
“Come in” he called, waiting to see what his tech-genius of a brother wanted.
“What’s up, DonTon?”
“I was going to ask you that, but, about future you.” Came the monotone response. Donnie always got straight to the point.
“You noticed too, did ya?”
“Yeah. But what is it?”
“Simple. He’s in a lee mood. Can see it plain as day, checks aaaaallll the boxes.” Leo says, dragging out the all for emphases
“Y’know. I thought he just wanted something. But that actually makes a lot of sense. It would explain why he keeps flinching slightly whenever I walk past.”
“Yup!” Leo says, popping the p, “did you also notice the fact that he’s holding back laughter and smiling like crazy?”
“I did notice the smile, although I can’t say I realized he was holding back any sort of laughter.”
“Yup! I was actually about to go help him out. Would you like to join me?” Leo smirked, offering his hand as if to ask for a dance.
“I would love too.” Donnie returns the tone, not taking the hand but walking towards the med-bay where Leon was staying, whispering under his breath “so you get these too, huh?”
“Oh, sush, you.”
—————-
‘I’m going to go insane if I don’t do something about this soon’ Leon thought, after another round of visions and giggles poured from him.
He just couldn’t. stop. thinking. about it.
He wanted to be tickled already god dammit.
Specifically, his underarms and the shell around them was buzzing like no tomorrow. Light laughter was pulled from him, stored all throughout his body and lungs.
He didn’t know what to do about it. His old methods of provoking weren’t working, because he was older and not the annoying brother the other turtles were used too, acting more like a father figure.
He was stewing in this feeling, almost like a carbonated soda that’s been shaken. All bubbly and tingly and nearly ready to burst.
Then, the door to the MedBay opened. He was expecting Casey coming to greet him or Mikey telling him it’s dinner time.
What he wasn’t expecting was younger him and Donnie.
“Sup old man” Leo called from the entrance, giving a slight wave of his hand, “we came to help you with the little problem you’ve been dealing with today.”
Wordlessly, Leon looks over to Donnie, a silent question.
“He already knows.”
“Indeed. I have become aware of your … conundrum… And have agreed to assist you in the matter.”
A small, anticipatory smile forms on his face, only growing wider when Leo says,
“Hey Donnie, get his arms, will ya?”
“My pleasure. Anywhere specific, Nardo?”
“No need to ask him, I already know. I can see the signs,” he speaks before pointing to the areas the buzzing is strongest, unrelenting now that it was actually happening-
“Here.. and here? Right?” He continues with a cheeky smirk.
Unable to respond, not trusting his voice to not break, Leon just gives the smallest of nods. It’s enough for Leo, who gives Donnie a signal.
Donnie takes it , and pulls out two little metal claws from his battle shell and ‘oh crap that’s gonna tickle like hell’
Not that Leon really minds, of course.
Donnie situates the claws above his underarms, poised and ready , like a scorpions tail.
Leon giggles more in anticipation.
Leo places his hands on the edges of his shell, before whispering (intentionally loud enough for Leon to hear him)
“Three…..” ‘why is he dragging it out?!’ Leon’s whole body is fizzing at this point. And he’s silently begging for his young counterpart to hurry up already
“Two….” The air is filled with anticipation and small giggles “ONE!” Leo shouts, and as soon as he gets the word out, both smaller turtles touch down their weapons.
Immediately a wave of ticklish bliss washes over Leon, happy giggles rolling out one after another.
His laughter is falling on top of itself, because it’s been waiting all day just at the surface of his throat, leaking slowly, waiting for the floodgates to open and come spilling out.
That wonderful feeling of pure, unadulterated glee, transferring from the others fingers and tools, bleeding into his body and straight to his brain.
The tingly sensation he’d been feeling all day is replaced with the euphoria caused by the metal arms under his and the clawing at his shell.
The metal arms start moving down the rest of his side . Moving quickly and in such a tickly fashion, up and down his side, leaving him in stitches.
Leon feels like he is going to burst with happiness at this point, filled to the brim with the amazing feeling of uncontrollable , unfiltered, unstoppable laughter that he hasn’t experienced in so long.
Tears of mirth spring to his eyes as he lays there , laughing out of his mind and lungs. He is having so much fun and he never wants it to stop.
Both of the younger turtles smile, it’s wonderful to see their grumpy , depressed version of Leo smile, and laugh, and be oh so happy.
Leo, knowing he’s revealing one of his own weaknesses, gives Donnie a significant look, before taking a deep breath, and giving Leon the biggest raspberry he can muster on to the center of his plastron.
Leon screams with pure joy, followed by insane laughter and cackling, still filled with happiness. The tears that were collecting in his squeezed shut eyes stream down his face. He’s smiling so wide the others are worried he’ll split his face in two.
This is the greatest feeling ever, Leon concludes. He was giddy, pure laughter and amusement flowing through his veins, replacing the oxygen in his lungs and the blood in his heart.
He wants this feeling to go on for ever and ever.
But, he needs to breathe at some point. He slightly taps the table underneath him and Leo takes the signal, gesturing to Donnie to stop.
He does so, retracting the metal claws and looking down on Leon, his face split by a wide grin and tear tracks down his face, leftover mirth still glittering in his eyes.
Leo comes back with a glass of water, Which Leon gratefully drinks and smiles. He’s so full of smiles.
“Thanks guys, I had a lot of fun. “
“We could tell.” The others say in sync.
Leon glances up in memory. “I’ve missed these old returned feelings.”
—————THE END——————————————
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