I Brought Soup
Raphael x Reader
I Brought Soup
Prompt: Hey there! I would love to read something about Raphael getting sick and his s/o wanting to take care of him. Would he be too proud? Or would he eventually give in and just enjoy the loving care? Of course only if nobody’s watching! ;D
Note: I actually had a dream about Raph last night, so here ya go. This turned out cuter than I had hoped :)
Word Count: 1105
Raph groaned as he adjusted himself on the couch. Somehow, he had caught a bug. A bad one. And while the big buff turtle was as tough as they came normally, as soon as he got a touch of sickness, he became nothing more than a big baby.
When you showed up to the lair, you had a care package tucked under your arm. Even with his blurry vision and pounding head, Raph still squinted to look at you. You were wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but you were still the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.
“Hey, Red. You feeling any better?”
“I am now.” His low voice was soft and hoarse.
“Oh hush,” You shook your head and tried to hide the embarrassing shade of red your cheeks had flushed to. Raph had a way of doing that to you, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he wasn’t into you. “I brought soup.” You held up a thermos and a spoon. He took it in one of his large green hands. “And tissues and a blanket and-”
“You’re too good to me.” Raph managed a tired smirk. He looked like his head was swimming, eyes unable to focus, breaths labored through a stuffed nose.
“And you, my green friend, are very, very sick.” You looked over to him. You had never seen him look so pathetic. “Why don’t you get some rest?”
“And what, miss spending quality time with ya?”
“Sleep, Raph. Now.”
“You’re hot when you’re bossy.”
“And you have no filter when you’re sick, apparently.”
“He really doesn’t.” Leo piped up from across the room. “Listen, thanks for coming to take care of him, (Y/N). We just can’t afford to get sick right now, but Don said you’d be immune to whatever he has so-”
“It’s no problem, Leo. Really.” You smiled. “It’s the least I could do.”
“Well, we’re headed out. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to call.” He and the other two left the lair, leaving you alone with Raph and Splinter, wherever the old rat had gotten off to.
“And then there were two,” Raph muttered. He ate a few spoonfuls of soup before setting it down for a while. “Sorry yer stuck on babysitting duty.”
“I don’t mind. I mean, you did save my life after all.”
“So we’re even?”
“Not even close.” You smirked. “I still owe you big time, Raphael.”
“After taking care of me a few hours, you won’t think so.” He chuckled to himself, leaning back against the pillows of his temporary nest. “I’ve been told I whine like a baby.”
“I have little siblings. I don’t think you could drive me away if you tried.”
“We’ll see about that.”
About thirty minutes after the guys left, Raph had drifted off into a nap. You learned very quickly that he snored like a chainsaw. This was an easy fix, as you had brought some headphones and a book to read in case something like this happened. You glanced up every few pages to make sure he was still out.
After a few hours, when you glanced up, Raph’s tired green eyes were fixed on you, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” You tucked a bookmark into your book and set it on the table. Touching the back of your hand to his forehead confirmed your suspicions that the large terrapin had developed a fever. “You need something to get this fever down.”
“I knew you thought I was hot.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“Yes, Raphael, you are hot. You are running a fever. I’m gonna grab some meds.”
“You do that, gorgeous. I’ll be right here waiting.” You walked to Donnie’s lab, where he had labeled everything you needed and then returned to Raph to administer the proper meds. You handed him the pills and a bottle of water and then returned to your spot. “Thanks.”
“Need anything else?”
“I’m all set, Princess.”
“Alright then,” You opened up your book and continued to read.
“Can you come here?”
“Um, sure.” You set down your book once again and walked over to where Raph was lying on the couch. His sleepy, sleepy eyes melted your heart.
“Thanks for takin’ care ‘uh me.” His voice was hoarse from all of the coughing and snoring and sinus drainage. “I really appreciate it.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to his warm forehead.
“Any time, Red.”
Raph took one of your hands in his large green ones, admiring each tiny little finger. There were so many.
“Yer hands are so small…” he murmured. “Have ya always had this many fingers?”
“Yes, I have. Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe those meds are kicking in.”
“I’m fine.” He insisted. Suddenly, something occurred to him. “Are yer feet that small too?”
“I think you need some sleep, bud.”
“Sleep. We can talk about foot size when you feel better, alright?”
As soon as he was better, Raph avoided you for at least a week and a half. Every time he saw you, his cheeks flushed red and he left the room. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before returning to your latest book.
But he couldn’t avoid you forever, and you both knew it.
He came around eventually, settling on the couch beside you. The other half dipped under his weight. Raph let out a sigh. You only raised an eyebrow in amusement, waiting to hear what he would say.
“So uh…I realize my fever may have caused me to uh…act different.”
“So I uh, I’m sorry if I made ya uncomfortable and stuff.”
“No, Raph. I actually kind of appreciated the honesty. It was like for once there wasn’t this wall between us.”
“You know, the unspoken wall that you put up to protect your fragile turtle feelings. I understand, believe me, but just so you know, I’ve lived in New York all of my life, so dating a giant turtle would hardly be the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.”
“What now?” He paused. “You’d date me?”
“This is the wall I’m talking about.”
“I see it now.” He sort of chuckled awkwardly before pausing again. “Ya know, I never pegged ya as someone who’d date a giant mutant freak.”
“And I never pegged you as a freak in the first place.” You winked and got up to get a drink from the kitchen.
‘Huh,’ thought Raphael. ‘I might have to get sick more often.’