hey so how do you think the rottmnt boys would deal with a s/o who has insomnia unless they’re cuddling their boyfriend or their giant eevee plush in their own house or stealing something from the boys. Like if they got nothing to bury their face in and squish in their sleep, they ain’t sleeping and look tired the next day. They just look so lonely and lost without something to sleep with too. Totally steals one of Raphael’s teddies when they sleep over as Raphael’s lover. For Donnie, probably fall asleep with shelldon if Donnie isn’t for grabs and yes, shelldon was very comfortable, he felt warm and sturdy like Donnie’s plastron sort off. Leo’s pillow which he is never getting back.
ROTTMNT Boys + Insomniac Reader
Donnie
For Donnie, late nights, all nighters and the unfortunate side effects of the points are not uncommon
His lab work often requires that he stays up late and starts early as a matter of expediency
But that’s not the problem right now
The problem he notices on one late night is how exhausted you are, slumped entirely on his precious desk space
Donnie lightheartedly asks how much melatonin you took only to be met with a condemning look, his main cause of concern
“HOW MUCH- Ahem, I mean, how much melatonin did you take?”
“Like, a handful.”
“And this is a nightly occurrence?”
“Just about.”
“By Darwin- let’s get you to sleep for now. Tomorrow, we’re doing a physical and psych eval. because how are you even alive.”
Donnie sets you up on a sufficiently cozy bench in the lab with a certain drone taking up residence on your lap
After laying you down, the man moves straight back to working at his desk, much to your chagrin
However, that doesn’t mean you don’t have some tricks up your sleeve
“Respectfully, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. makes a better cuddle buddy,” you call idly to the turtle, trying to conceal your cuddle-seeking agenda
A contemplative hum is Donnie’s response
You persist. “No offense. He’s warm. You’re cold. Not much of a competition.”
“Begrudging sigh- get over here.”
“Say what now?”
“I know you heard me and shan’t be repeating myself. Take up the offer or don’t.”
“Aw. What a sweetheart.”
You join him at his desk chair, curling up cozily into his side with a smug grin, a content drone still on your lap
But your smugness doesn’t last long
Within a few minutes, you’re completely slumped over on Donnie’s shoulder
Donnie also doesn’t have the ability to boast as he too finds himself resting on you, snoring rhythmically into a deep sleep
Mikey
Mikey immediately notices something’s up
Your terrible motor function, your tendency to lean, half-asleep, against any flat surface you find, not to mention your nearly complete lack of hand-eye coordination
Everything comes to a boiling point, quite literally, when you two are cooking together and you zone out with your head down on the counter as your mushroom risotto almost boils over
After he gets the heat off and that situation under control, it’s time for Dr. Feelings to step in and get some answers
“What’s going on?”
“What d’you mean?”
“You seem really drowsy. If something’s wrong, you can tell me. Or not. Any way you’re comfortable with.”
“Nothing’s wrong, per say. It’s just - getting to bed has been really difficult this week for some reason.”
Mikey nods, understanding completely
Once he correctly cleans and puts away dishes and foods, he recommends that you two converse in his room about the situation
You agree, walking alongside him through the lair on precarious legs
The box turtle lays on his bed with you at his side and starts asking questions
When did this bout of insomnia start? What are some of the stressful situations you’ve experienced recently?
As you roll to be right at his side, feeling how warm and cozy the bed feels, admiring the distant babble of potential issues and solutions of this rough patch, the lure of sleep becomes more and more tantalizing
Mikey finishes a thought and looks to you for your opinion, though he’s met with calmly closed eyes and shallow breathing
A smile comes across his face and - even though the in depth solution for this is a larger issue - that is an obstacle in a lot more than just the fact for another day
For now, he just bundles up beside you and drifts off to sleep
Leo
At first when Leo notices your perpetual grogginess, he plays it off as a joke
Asking you what kind of coffin you slept in, referring to you as an elderly person, he’s always got some sort of quip
The concern in his eyes is almost imperceptible
Eventually, his concern cracks through your shell and you feed up to how difficult it is to get to sleep every night
Leo goes slack-jawed
Not only have you been struggling to sleep like his own restless self, but he’s been ribbing you for it?
He’s flabbergasted
“Before you ask, yes, I even tried shutting my phone off and still couldn’t
“Man. This is serious.”
Leo immediately sets to grabbing materials - only the necessities, of course - popcorn, throw blankets, all of his unicorn plushies, good old-fashioned Jupiter Jim movies, and warm tea
The man knows from personal experience that one of the best ways to make yourself sleep is to completely drain your energy and set up a situation in which it is literally impossible not to fall asleep in
“How could snacks possibly help me fall asleep?”
“Not to say just trust me, but just trust me.”
“Source: trust me bro.”
“Exactly.”
One movie and snack time later, you found yourself swaddled in innumerable blankets, plush unicorns clutched tightly to your chest, shoulder to shoulder with your turtle and halfway to unconsciousness, you saw the validity in what he was saying
“Don’t make me regret saying this, but you were right.”
“Of course. When aren’t I?”
“Seriously, thanks.”
“Literally anytime.”
Raph
Raph immediately senses that something’s wrong the second he tries to go to sleep
He goes through his nightly routine just fine: putting on his onesie, brushing his teeth, popping in his retainer, kissing each of his teddy bears goodnight-
Except he can’t
The majority of the plush toys are pristinely lined up in place on his bedside, but as soon as he makes it to the spot of his beloved Captain Cuddles, he’s met only by air and emptiness
And he freaks out
Drawers thrown haphazardly around the room, every piece of furniture in the lair unturned, not a single object in the lair remains unsearched
He’s exasperated, exhausted, completely distraught until you call to tell goodnight
When you hear he’s upset and ask why, he lets you in on the situation
And he’s met with silence
Guilty silence
Before he could chide you, you hung up, and within the hour you were at the lair
Raph seems betrayed, voice cracking and everything, as he asks why you committed such a dissolute deed
“I just haven’t caught much sleep this week, and having something soft or something of yours helps, you know?”
“How long has it been since you slept?”
“Like, three days?”
“It’s only Wednesday.”
“Yep.”
Suddenly, all the stress and distress melts away from his brow, the tension from his shoulders, all replaced by understanding
What was probably going to be an thirty minute rant about the significance of his teddies instead turns into a soft spoken invitation to have a sleepover, and that is an offer you can’t refuse
So, Raph ends up being able to wish each of his stuffies goodnight - and you, too - your head resting on his plastron, the two of you cozily cuddled up
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