Tmnt Boyfriend Scenarios

When He Catches You Singing/Dancing- Raphael

"I don't want to clean mom!" You exclaimed as your mother crossed her arms.

"(Y/N), this is not a question. It's a statement. You need to clean your room." She huffed.

You've never really been a neat person, resulting in a constant state of mess that you called a room. (True story btw.)

"Fine." You grumbled, closing the door.

Sighing, you flopped on your bed. An idea popped into your head.

Getting up, you got your phone and plugged it into a stereo you've had for ages.

"This one." You murmured, selecting a song.

(I don't own this song.)

All I am,
Is a man.
I want the world.
In my hands.
I hate the beach,
But I stand
In California with my toes in the sand.
Use the sleeves of my sweater,
Let's have an adventure.
Head in the cloud,
But my gravity's center.
Touch my neck
And I'll touch yours.
You in those little high waisted shorts.
Oh.

She knows what I think about.
And what I think about.
One love.
Two mouths.
One love.
One house.
No shirt
No blouse.
Just us you find out.
Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about no.

Cuz it's too cold,
For you here,
And now,
So let me hold,
Both your hands in, the holes of my sweater.

And if I may just take your breath away,
I don't mind if there's not much to say,
Sometimes the silence guides our minds,
So move to a place so far away.
The goosebumps start to raise,
The minute that my left hand meets your waist,
And then I watch your face,
Put my finger on your tongue cuz you love the taste, yeah.

These hearts adore,
Everyone the other beats hardest for,
Inside this place is warm,
Outside it starts to pour.

Coming down,
One love,
Two mouths,
One love,
One house.
No shirt,
No blouse,
Just us, you find out,
Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about no, no, no

[x2]
Cuz it's too cold,
For you here,
And now,
So let me hold,
Both your hands in,
the holes of my sweater.

[2x]
Woah... woah
Woah, woah... woah
Woah... woah.

Cuz it's too cold,
For you here,
And now,
So let me hold,
Both your hands in,
the holes of my sweater.

It's too cold,
For you here,
Now,
So let me hold,
Both your hands in,
the holes of my sweater.

It's too cold,
It's too cold,
The holes of my sweater.

The music ended, and your room was cleanish. Your mood was pure bliss.

"So, singing huh?" That rough voice of Raph said.

You spun around, amd sae a smirking Raph.

"Yep." You said confidently before kissing him.

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