𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

April and Casey - Raphael

Raphael

You shift on Raph's chest, sighing in content when his arms wrap around you. "(Y/N), we should get up." He whispers, kissing the top of your head. "No~" You moan out, cuddling your face further into his chest.

You groan as Raph mobrd you off to his side, getting on top of you and sputtering your face with kisses, waking you up further. Kissing down your forehead, down to your nose and onto your lips, running his lips softly against yours.

You smile, tired of the taunting, you reach up your arms, interlocking the two of your hands behind his neck, pulling his face down and kissing him. He chuckles, cupping your face and planking on one hand above you, keeping his body away from your wound.

"Hey- Holy Shit!" Donnie yells as he walks into the room, immediately turning around, "We're just kissing Donnie. Jesus." Raph says, hopping off of you and dragging you carefully off the bed, Donnie rolls his eyes, turning around.

"I came to check her vitals." He says, dragging in whatever equipment he needed. You roll your eyes, you had always hated medical equipment, going from needles all the way to just how they smelled.

You look away from it, spacing out and blocking out anything he was saying to you, only feeling a slight pinch when he took a bit of your blood. You sigh, coming back into reality when Raph kneels in front of you, cupping your face.

"I'm sorry, I should've come out of the shadows sooner, you wouldn't of gotten shot." He says with pure guilt in his eyes. You furrow your brows, running your hand down his chest, "W-What? It wasn't your fault!" you shout standing up with only slight pain,

"Most of it was! I should've trained harder, I could've saved you and you could've gotten out unharmed." He says, standing up and following your pacing form, "Raph, if you blame this on yourself one more time, I will make it my life's duty to learn ninjutsu just to beat you ass."

His eyes widen, a smirk forming on his face, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, small bean." He says, reaching out and pulling you into a hug. You smile, holding onto the rim of his shell, nudging your face into his plastron.

"Raph?" An unfamiliar voice asks from outside the door, knocking. You pull away from him, raising a brow, "Who's that?" You whisper to him with furrowed brows.

He smiles, pulling away from you and walking to the door, you hiss, holding you gut, but it was probably just after pain. Raph opens the door, leaning against the frame, "What's up, Case?" He asks, pulling you beside him by your wrist.

"Who's the chick?" He asks, looking you up and down, "Taken." You say, shoving past him and walking down to the living room, sitting down carefully onto the couch.

"Who're you?" A female voice asks from behind the couch, startling you. You turn around, now looking at a girl who had dark red hair, "Uhm- I'm (Y/N), who're you?" You ask, glaring at her. She narrows her eyes in suspicion, "Leo!"

You roll your eyes, standing, "Like I would just be sitting here on their couch if I was an intruder." You say, glaring at her, "You never know." She says as Leo runs into the room with his katana in hand, "(Y/N)? April?"

He asks as he puts his katana down, "You're April?!" You ask in shock, she crosses her arms, nodding, "What is happening down here?" Casey asks, looking in between the three of you. You look back at April, squinting your eyes at her.

Raph comes up behind you and throws his arms around your chest, holding you close to him, "Both of you need to stop, neither of you are enemies." Leo says while rolling his eyes, obviously over it.

April sighs, relaxing her eyes from a glare, holding out her hand, "April." She says, expecting you to shake it. You look into her eyes with a black face, "(Y/N)." You say, not fully forgiving her for her mishap.

She flops her hand down to her side, unimpressed. Raph pulls you back into his room, away from everyone, letting go of you and flopping down onto the bed, "You're growing my short temper, y'know?" he says, smirking.

You roll you eyes, flopping your back down onto his chest while holding your gut, not wanting to tear your stitches, you sigh, "Yeah, I know." He sighs contently, "I love you, remember that."

"I love me too."

"Seriously!?"

"Okay! Okay! I love you, too!"

"That's better, singer girl."

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To be continued...

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