RotTMNT X Reader Stories

When you get sick

(Raph❤️)

You sniffled and blew your nose on another tissue. "Damn cold..."

Wrapped up in a blanket, you slowly walked towards your bed and practically fell on top of the mattress.

"Why does Mom have to be an anti-vax when she doesn't realize that vaccines help you feel better?" You mumbled to yourself.

Yet another reason why your father divorced her in the first place.

"Well, at least I'm not like her," you mumbled again.

Your phone rang on the bedside table. You picked up to find Raph calling you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, (Y/N). Where are you? Aren't you coming over?" Raph asked you on the other end of the line.

You groaned and facepalmed yourself. You had promised Raph that you would come over and hang out with him and his brothers.

"Sorry, baby. Don't think I can make it today..."

"Why not? You're not feeling well?"

"No, I'm just..." you took a moment to sneeze, which unfortunately Raph had heard. "I'm just under the weather."

"Oh, man. I'm coming over. Hang tight," Raph said.

"Raph, wait!"

But he was already gone. You sighed and fell back on your bed. Your eyes were set on closing for something time before a light rapping on the window made you sit up.

"It's open!" You yelled, loud enough for Raph to hear.

He managed to step in through the window and could feel his heart break a bit to see you in this state.

"Hey, how ya feeling, babe? Have you been sick this long?" He placed his finger over your forehead.

"I told you, I'm fine," you insisted, despite coughing with your hand shielding your mouth. "You didn't need to come over."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I said no?" Raph beamed at you.

You smiled back before you were suddenly picked up in his arms, and he sat on the floor with you sitting on his lap. You snuggled your head on his plastron and yawned.

"You're warm and cuddly...like a teddy bear..." you drowsily said before you soon fell asleep.

Raph smiled and kissed you on the head. "You're too cute, (Y/N)."

(Leo💙)

'Goddamn flu,' you thought to yourself.

"Poor baby. How are you feeling?" Your dad asked, placing his palm on your forehead.

"I feel like shit," you replied, sniffling on a tissue.

"Well...I could try and stay home today..."

"No, you can't. You'd have to go to work. I'll be fine," you reassured him.

"Well, I can't leave you here on your own. I could take some time off if I need to."

"I've been on my own, Dad. Really, I'll be fine. I'll get some medicine in a while," you insisted.

Your dad thought about it before he nodded, though still unsure. "Alright. If you need anything, just give me a call. I'll only be gone for a few hours."

"Sure," you beamed tiredly.

Your dad smiled and kissed you on the forehead. "Love you, baby girl."