Tmnt Boyfriend Scenarios

Revenge Tickle Fight! (Requested)

(A/N Hey guys! Yep, I'm still alive. Sorry about that, but this was requested by @sullyandboo28 hopefully I spelled your name right... Enjoy!)

~Leonardo~

Since Leo was still severely injured from Shredder, you had tried everything to cheer him up. Space heroes, pizza, prancing him (Mikey's idea) but nothing was working! He was getting better, so your need for revenge and to make him laugh was your newest plan.

Three words my friend.

Revenge.

Tickle.

Fight.

You had planned it all out. When Leo sits down on the couch, strike 'em with your weapons known as fingers. You were trying your hardest not to laugh your ass off, but biting your lip helped.

Smirking at his unknown misfortune you hid behind the couch. Leo walked into the living room of the lair and called out your name. He knew you came over like an hour ago but didn't know where you went. "Guess she went home." Leo sighed and plopped down on the couch as you tried your hardest to keep that laughter in.

"I warned you Hamato Leonardo-- revenge is sweet!" You jumped on top of his shell and started to tickle the crap out of him. He laughed and tried to peel you off of him. You both fell onto the floor in a laughing heap.

"I surrender Great Commander (Y/N)!"

"Hahahah! I thought so!" You gave him a kiss on the cheek and gave a small wave. "I gotta blast, see you later!"

As you walked out Leo laughed at your memory. What did he do to deserve someone like you?

~Raphael~

You aren't the kindest person in the world, let's admit that but you did have mercy.

Only a child, or Mikey, would want to have revenge  because of a stupid tickle fight like a year ago (A/N IM SO SORRY).

Well, that's what you tried to tell yourself.

You tapped your nails  anxiously as Raph told you stories of the Shredder. You were trying your best not to take your fingers and tickle the shit outta him. Come on (Y/N), don't be like this. You don't even know if he's ticklish! Your fingers changed  rhythm  into a faster pace. 

"Are you even listening?" Raph asked, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Honestly, no. I have my mind on something else..." You reached up and lightly tickled his neck.  To your surprise he laughed uncontrollably. "You have to be kidding." To continued to barely touch him as he started to cry from laughter.

"Stop! Stop! I can't breathe!"

"You are the biggest softie I've ever met!" You laughed and sat on top of his retreating form on the floor.

"Am not!"

"Ok, ok." You pressed a kiss to his forehead and lay down on top of him.

"Your not planning on getting up, are you?"

"No way in hell."

=Donatello=

As intelligent as you are, you never could figure it out. You had attempted to tickle Donnie in the past had failed. You just couldn't find his weak spot. Neck, nope. Armpit, nope. Feet, nope. 

Where else?!

You stressfully pulled on your hair. You were a genius! How could you not figure this out? You felt like the time you had tried to hack into NASA. Total bust because of your cheap computer. You stared at Donnie as he tested mutagen.

"Are you going to stop staring at me anytime soon?"

"Maybe. Riddle me this, Donnatello. Are you ticklish anywhere?"

"Maybe. I've never really thought about it much." You walked up behind him, looking over his shoulder. You gently started to tickle the back of his shell. He lurched forward, almost spilling his mixture. "(Y/N)! Don't just do that!"

An evil grin formed on your face as realization dawned apon you. His shell! It was so obvious all this time! Feeling as if you did hack into NASA, you pulled the mutagen away from Donnie. "I finally cracked the code... I CRACKED THE CODE!" Your voice exploded in laughter as Donnie walked away from you.

"What have I done?!" 

"Exactly! You are through Donatello!"

The rest is history.

~Michelangelo~

It wasn't that surprising that you wanted revenge. It was in your blood to prank. Your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather invented the whoppe cushion.

Smirking you pulled out your phone, calling up a few merciless girls who you knew would help with your revenge. They were:

April.

April.

And don't forget about April. 

What? It's not like you could call anyone else! The turtles were a secret. SECRET. Like CIA secret. FBI secret. SWAT secret. You were the president to their secret service. They trusted you, but you were about to betray.

April came to your house with a wide smile. "You ready for this?"

"Ohhhhhh yeah I am!" You pulled out a makeshift tickle device and smiled back. "Lets make some turtle soap!"

Except, Mikey already knew of your betrayal. April was a double-crosser and fed him info from the other side. "Brothers, I had never asked for your help before--"

"What the hell is he talkin' about?" Raph interuppted crossing his arms.

"Shut it Raph! I'm trying to sound cool!" Mikey coughed and regained his dark voice, "A war is on our hands. My own girlfriend-- your trusted friend-- has betrayed us all. We must fight!"

"No way--"

"Just give it to him Raph," Leo said putting a hand on his shoulder, "let him have some fun."

"Alright fine! Let's get this over with."

~~~~~~

You stood on your own on top of many dead, or tired, bodies. You had successfully won this war. Alone. April had betrayed you, however you pulled through. Mikey's hand gently touched your leg. "I loved you..."

You grinned "People change. People change."

(A/N Yeah all I can say is sorry for being gone for like a year or two. The passwords for this account are only on my phone and I can't remember my email 😩. Super sorry,

Leo's Girl)