ROTTMNT x Reader Oneshots

🧡Let Me Take Care Of You

Mikey x Reader
Fluff / Short
Requested by Anonymous
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Your head ached. There was a hard. heavy knot in your stomach, as if you've swallowed a stone. Your throat was raw and there was dryness in your mouth, feeling like wool and tasted like soap. You've never felt so weak and shaky. Your lower body felt like it was filled with hot water.

You've had the flu for a day and half now. But today, it's so much worse. You were in agony.

You got up from your comfy couch to the bathroom to look for a thermometer. Once you found it, you took your temperature.

103.3°

'Damn. I should be in the hospital,' you thought. But a hospital trip seemed too perilous for someone who felt as awful as you did.

BZZZT!!

You received a text from Mikey.

3:21pm // Mikey🧡🐢: Hey, angelcakes! Wanna come over and hangout? I MISS YOUUUUU!🥺😭❤️🧸😍😘

3:22pm // Y/N🤍: Sorry, love. I'm really sick.

3:22pm // Mikey🧡🐢: Awww, no!!! I'm on my way. I'll keep you company and take care of you! Be there soon 😘😍🧡🤭

3:23pm // Y/N🤍✨: Mikey, no, I don't want to get you sick.

He didn't respond.

A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your window. You groan and get up to open it.

"Mikey, I told you to stay home. I don't want to get you sick," you said, and you sounded so miserable it broke his heart.

"You sound so sad, Angel. Let me take care of you! I don't care if I get sick. I'm here for you no matter what!" He darted to the kitchen at that.

"What are you doing, Mike?" you ask quizzically.

"I'm making you my famous chicken noodle soup. It has a SECRET mystic ingredient that will help you feel better in just a few hours!"

"Mikey, thank you so much. But I don't know if my human body can withstand any sort of 'mystic medicine'," you say.

"Oh, baby, no! I did this for April and it helped her with no complications! Please, let me do this for you!" He said, although he was already making the soup.

He grabbed a bowl and poured the chunky liquid out of the pot. "Heeeeere ya go, honey bunnny!"

He gave you the bowl and you were hesitant to take a bite. Once you did, that soup was gone in under a minute. "Mikey, that was delicious!"

"I know! It's a recipe by Chef Swaggart, with my own secret ingredient. Draxum told me about this vegetable that grows in mystic city, and it has INCREDIBLE healing properties! You'll feel better in an hour," he explained.

"That's really cool, Mike. You're the best boyfriend ever!" You hug him tightly with what strength you had left, almost falling over. "Let's lie down on the couch. It's snuggle time."

"OH MI GOSH!! I LOVE SNUGGLES!" He yelled, picking you up and carrying you to the couch. He grabbed a blanket and a pillow, and laid down without letting go of you. "Let's watch a movie. Whatever you want, Angel!"

You giggled at his excitement, and chose you and Mikey's favorite movie. The Fault In Our Stars. Mikey's brothers didn't know about this, nor did your friends or April.

It's a sappy, romantic movie about a girl with thyroid cancer who meets a boy who also had cancer. They fall in love, blah blah blah.

You choose the movie, and before it gets to the part where Isaac and his girlfriend break up, you drift off to sleep in Mikey's arms.

He notices you've fallen asleep, and gives you gentle, almost unnoticeable kisses on your head. He is so in love with you, his heart aches for you. Even when you're in his arms, he wants more. You feel the exact same about him.

Once you awaken, the movie has progressed to the funeral. You were asleep almost an hour.

Then, you notice that most of the queasiness and disequilibrium was gone now, and you were so thankful that Mikey had been so stubborn to take care of you.

"Mikey, I feel so much better. Go get my thermometer and take my temperature. I wonder if I'm completely cured from the plague I came down with."

Mikey ran to the bathroom, grabbed the thermometer and ran back as fast as he could. With an adorable smile on his face, he placed the thermometer in your mouth and hummed a little song while he waited for the beep.

98.8°

"Voilà! You're cured, my love!" Mikey said enthusiastically.

You were wide eyed, almost in shock. You couldn't believe that a simple bowl of soup cured you so quickly.

"I love you, Mike. From now on, whenever I'm sick, I'm calling you immediately." You smile.

"I love you, too! Now c'mere!" He grabbed you and picked you up, kissing you everywhere his lips could reach. He placed a long, gentle kiss on your lips.

You were swoon over Michaelangelo. That's a fact.

He truly is.. Magic Mike.