RotTMNT X Reader Stories

When he takes care of you

(Raph❤️)

Soon after he brought you back to the lair, he had Donnie help him patch your leg up and spent the whole week with you to make sure you're cared for. He wanted to make sure you're comfortable 24/7.

One time, you only sneezed weakly, but then Raph, who had heard you from the skating area, ran all the way to the living room with a box of tissues.

"(Y/N)! I'm here! Are you sick?! You getting a fever?!" He bombarded you with dozens of questions that you were sure you could get a headache from answering them.

"Raph!" You shouted, loud enough to get him to stop talking. "You didn't have to do everything for me. You're gonna drive me nuts if you keep this up."

"I just wanna make sure you're okay," Raph told you. "I can't let this happen again like last time."

"Me sneezing?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"No, you being beaten up, and when I'm not there to help you," Raph answered.

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed him by his plastron. Your lips connected with his, and his eyes went big. You pulled away from him after a few moments and smiled up at him. You lead him to the beanbag and had him sit next to you. Grinning softly, Raph wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to him.

"Thanks for being strong, Raph."

"...Thanks for teaching me."

(Leo💙)

After that fight with your ex-boyfriend, Leo had brought you back to the lair and stayed with you for hours on end. The moment he placed you on his bed, he healed you up and brought you food and drinks, pillows and blankets, anything he could find to keep you comfortable. He even had his brothers banned from bothering you for even a second.

"Leo, you didn't have to do all of this," you told him after he had asked for the hundreth time if you needed anything.

"You know I'm not leaving you until you're better," he reasoned with you.

"Leo..."

"(Y/N)..."

"You copying me?"

"You copying me?"

"Stop it."

"Stop it."

You smirked when you had an idea. "I'm a dork."

"I'm a dork--" Leo stopped and facepalmed himself as you chuckled.

"Gotcha," you beamed at him smugly.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. "Yeah, you sure did."

(Donnie💜)

The moment Donnie had you placed in his lab, he barely had time for himself or his inventing for 4 days straight. Bringing you food, drinks, anything he could find to make sure you're healthy and safe.

"Donatello! I'm perfectly fine now!" You told him after the 5th day.

"But you need to rest! The bruises haven't even faded away yet!" Donnie argued.

He had bags under his eyes, so he hasn't gotten any sleep at all.

"I'm alright, Donnie. If anything, you didn't sleep at all! You've worried about me so much you've barely slept for 4 days straight!"

"That's not—" Donnie was cut off by a yawn that left his lips.

You saw the tiredness in his eyes and knew he needed some sleep. You tugged on his arm, which he didn't budge away from, and led him to his bed. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face on your neck.

"I...I just want you to be safe," he told you softly.

"I am when I'm with you," you replied.

"You mean it?"

You nodded at his question and smiled. "I'm positive."

It was only a few minutes before his eyes closed, snores now escaping from his mouth. You giggled before your eyes also closed as well.

(Mikey🧡)

After that fight down in the park, Mikey was still worried about you, even when he brought you back to the lair. One time, you came out of the shower to find Mikey waiting outside while reading a comic book.

In his room, you were doodling away in your sketchbook on his bed when he came in with a pineapple pizza in hand.

"Hey, babe. I made you some pizza, if you're hungry," he placed the plate on the bedside table. "How are your injuries?"

"They're getting better, considering the fact that you just checked up on me three hours ago," you remarked.

"Oh, good to now," Mikey nodded and was about to leave.

"Mikey," you stopped him, and he turned around to face you. "How long has it been since you last ate or sleep? You need both of those to be taken care of."

"But...I made a promise to protect you," Mikey looked at you with big eyes.

"Look, I'm glad you're keeping your promise, but I need to ask again: when's the last time you ate or sleep?" You asked again.

Mikey stared at you, not even answering your question.

"Mikey, eat that pizza," you softly told him.

"But it's for you—"

"Just do it."

Mikey quickly complied and took the slice of pizza. He groaned with satisfaction and laid down next to you on the bed as he ate the slice.

"This pizza good," he mumbled.

"Better now?" You smirked at him.

"Oh, yeah."

You giggled and kissed the top of his head.