AHH!! Oh my gosh I absolutely LOVED your rise Donnie and Raphael headcanons about reader on their period! I really would love to see a version of those with rise Leo too if that wouldn’t be too much to ask!
That Time of the Month: Rise! Leo & Mikey Headcanons (pt.2)
💌 i've had a few people request this! this is for you guys :) xoxo
tags: rottmnt, x reader, leo, mikey, headcanons, pre-established relationship, request, fluff, comfort, fem reader/reader who has a period
synopsis: it's that time of the month again. your cramps are worse than ever, and you want nothing more than to curl up in a hole and to just stay there forever. your lovely turtle boyfriend helps you through it 🍓
Leo 🫐
Leo was often deemed the “medic” of the team. He’s very (unexpectedly, to say the least) well-versed in aiding injuries of all kinds.
That being said, he had no idea what to do the first time you mentioned having a ‘period.’
“Mi corazon, wait, stop– what do I do? Just tell me what to do, what do you need?! You said you’re bleeding, I have band-aids! Show me the wound!” He holds up a freakishly large bandage.
He was very proud to be able to help you! To try, at least! Band-aids fix everything, right? God, just tell him where it hurts!!! He’ll fix it!!!
You stare at him. A blank stare until you become forced to spit out the real situation.
“...I’m sorry, you’re bleeding out of your WHAT?!”
He was corralling so much shit in his hands the first time this happened. You’d only bled through your sweatpants– he had a whole medkit in his arms, some gauze, some bandages, even some hydrogen peroxide.
You told him there was blood on your clothing. He thought you’d somehow managed a bad cut on your rear end.
It took a lot of explaining to get him to understand that this time of the month was a natural thing for someone who possessed female biology. He was a turtle, though, you can’t really expect much from someone who spent half his life in the sewers. April may have mentioned something here and there, but, hey. His expertise was in battle wounds, thank you very much!
Leo claims that he is “wounded, cariña, by your assumptions of his knowledge surrounding the female body.” He’s shaming himself he didn’t know more initially, but that statement was just his way of deterring your judgement.
Fast-forward a few months. Years, if you see fit.
He likes seeing you all pissed and in a mood because of the pain. Sure, he feels bad– yes, he helps you out, still- but he does mess with you more than he does on a regular day.
He holds onto the freshly washed pants that just came out of the dryer because he likes seeing you all comfy and cozy in an extra pair of his own pants, for one.
“Leo. Give. Me. My. Pants.” You spit through your teeth. You’re angry, holding a heated rice sock to your stomach.
"Aww, what a shame. You sure? You look so cute in blue," he teases, holding the pants just out of reach as you swipe for them. With a wink and a chuckle, he finally tosses them your way and climbs into bed beside you.
He’ll take his thumbs (or, one of his three fingers) and slowly knead at your hips. Your waist. Your stomach, if it’s well enough to take a massage at the moment.
Slowly slipping his hands under the waistband of your– well, his pants– he massages a little lower, trying his best to comfort you.
“Leo–”
“Relax, mi vida. ‘m just massaging. I’m not doing anything.” He presses a kiss to your temple.
His room is surprisingly comforting for a train car. Leo has taken the time to set up some string lights, delicately casting a nice, warm glow throughout his room. He’s got comics splattered here and there that you two read sometimes. For someone so chaotic, his room was certainly a contrasting space.
You groan as Leo’s fingers press into the sore muscles of your lower back, the pressure just shy of painful, but quite literally, just what you needed.
He leans in close. His lips are just barely brushing your ear, and he comes to speaks in a low, gentle murmur. He’s especially careful, conscious that even his voice might hurt you right now. (After some research, he found that headaches were often a common occurrence with menstruation!)
"Could’ve told me you were cramping worse than usual today, preciosa." He whispers out, continuing his light attack of kisses.
You huff, burying your face deeper into his pillow. "Didn’t wanna hear the 'I told you so' about skipping painkillers yesterday," you mutter.
“I would not say I told you so! How dare you think that of me.” The red slider forces a fake, wounded scoff from the back of his throat.
“Are you joking?”
“I’ve never joked a day in my life. Swear it on my ancestors.” Now he’s got that stupid smirk on his face.
Good God, he is insufferable.
Leo leans over and grabs some sort of foiled material from his nightstand; after he leans back over, you discover that it’s a pill packet! Ibuprofen, midol, the sorts.
“Here, drink up. No I told you so’s, I promise.” He hands you a water bottle you’ve been holding onto for a while, now. “Need me to warm up the sock again? Get you some chocolate? Pizza from Hueso’s? He loves me. We can get pizza for free. Oh, or, teleport us both to Tahiti? ‘Cause I can definitely teleport us to Tahiti. I’m your man.”
Leo had gotten fairly mature since the Kraang incident. You have to give him points for keeping his sense of humor. It was stupid, really. But it was him. And you loved it.
A warm chuckle came from your lips; something Leo had been internally BEGGING to hear all day. Thank God! She laughs! What a miracle!
“Pizza is fine, babe. Maybe some chocolate, too?” With those eyes of yours, he couldn’t deny. Leo smiles and squeezes your shoulder as he gets up to grab his swords to annoy the absolute shit out of Hueso on your behalf.
It’s a few minutes later, and unfortunately, you’re back to laughing your ass off.
Hueso wants nothing to do with Leo; he’s shoved him out of the shop! You got a great view of an argumentative Leo as he was then shoved out of his own portal from Hueso’s restaurant and back into his bedroom.
“Senor Hueso, I’ve bought enough pizza to put your son through bone college, and yet you still can’t sacrifice one pineapple pizza? Oh, come on, don’t be like tha-!”
His portal shuts with a zoot sound. Leo spun around to face you.
“Sorry, mi vida. No pizza tonight. Hueso’s not cooperating, you saw, right?”
He sighs, dramatically collapsing onto the bed next to you, his plastron making a soft thud against the mattress. "He's lost it, I tell you. No vision. No appreciation for New York’s finest heroes. He may have New York’s finest pizza, but no appreciation for us. Tsk. He's missing out. I almost feel bad for him, y'know?"
Slowly, he drags a king-sized chocolate bar out of his belt.
“But I did snag this. I know, I know– I’m the greatest, hold your applause.”
You snatch the chocolate bar from his hand with a groan, tearing the wrapper open with your teeth. "You're lucky I love you," you mumble around a mouthful of caramel-filled goodness.
Leo watches you with that stupid expression of his. Yeah, he’d fight off any amount of spanish speaking, pizzeria-owning skeletons named 'Hueso' for you, even if it was just for a chocolate bar.
You really are some miracle he can't believe he gets to touch.
Mikey 🍊
Typically, when you waltz your way into the lair, it takes less than 5 seconds for a certain box turtle to materialize from thin air and give you the world's tightest hug. Usually, that comes along with an “omigosh, (y/n), you’re heeeere!” Along with a spin and a kiss. Mikey’s a little short, so he has to tiptoe to reach your lips– but he never forgets.
But there was no spin and a hug this time. Halfway through his “omigosh,” Mikey paused; an uncharacteristically concerned look appeared on his characteristically enthusiastic face.
“Angel? You look… a little out of it. You doing okay? Can I get you anything?” He chirps.
You leaned into the doorway, pressing a hand against your lower stomach with a wince. "Hey, sweetheart" you murmured, forcing a smile. "Just... not my best day. Cramping a little. I’ll be okay."
Mikey's eyes widened with genuine concern. He took your free hand, guiding your fingers to his lips for a soft kiss before intertwining them with his own.
“You wanna go take a bath? Shower? It’s late, anyway. I bet you’ve had a long day.” With a smile and a nod, you follow your favorite (and only) boyfriend to his room.
Thankfully, the bathroom was right next to his section of the lair. He was the youngest; and, by unwritten rules, didn’t get a bathroom in his room. Raph and Donnie did. Raph, by rule of ‘oldest gets it first,’ and Donnie because, well, he built it himself. Leo and Mikey simply ran out of luck. So; Mikey picked a room that was closest to the shared bathroom.
Immediately, Mikey began prepping to help you bathe like it was the only thing that ever mattered to him.
He had bottles of your favorite soap stored away. He had just finished washing and drying the fluffiest towels he owned. He had warm water already running in the tub.
And… he watched as you slowly entered the bathroom without him.
Mikey kind of just… stood there. Watched you. Happily.
“Are you coming in, babe?” You asked him, softly. Tilting your head.
“Oh! Yes. Sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted the help or not. But I’m glad to help, always!” He chirped.
The heavy bathroom door clicked shut, and the distant, ambient chatter of the other brother’s in the lair just sort of faded away. No more rambunctious Leo, endless sarcasm from Donnie, or watchfulness from Raph. Just peace and VERY much needed quiet.
Inside, it was already warm. The air was thick with steam and that steam was laced with the scent of your soap that Mikey had stashed away for safe keeping.
"Okay," he murmured, using his three-fingered hand to wipe your lightly wetted hair out of your face. "Step one of making you feel nice and clean again. I’m gonna wash your hair, alright?”
He slid past you, his orange mask tails brushing against your arm, and knelt down by the tub. Mikey dipped his hand into the rushing water, swirling it around to check the heat. He took his time with it, making sure it was exactly right. Just for you, all for you.
"Lean back for me, sunshine."
You let your head rest against the smooth, curved rim of the porcelain. Mikey picked up the detachable showerhead, adjusting the pressure until it was a gentle, steady stream, testing it against the back of his own wrist first. When the warm water started soaking through your hair, you let out a quiet groan, closing your eyes.
His fingers were big, but he was incredibly deft with them. He worked a dollop of your shampoo into his palms, then buried his fingers into your hair. He started massaging your scalp in slow, heavy circles, working from the top down to the tense muscles at the base of your neck. He knew exactly where the tension gathered when you were in pain.
GOD. Mikey was incredible at this, words couldn’t even be formed to explain it! It almost lulled you to sleep, this sensation. Could it get any better?
No. But it could, unfortunately, get worse!
A sudden, familiar feeling broke through the warmth of the bath. A heavy and distinct trickle down your inner thigh.
With your eyes snapping open immediately, your body went rigid. Frozen despite the oh-so-warm waters.
"Hey, hey," your boyfriend murmured, his voice dropping a lower register. “You went all rigid on me there. You alright? Did a bad cramp hit?"
You bit your lip, looking down at the soapy water, unable to meet his eyes for a second. "I... Mikey, I think I bled a little. Outside the tub. On my leg. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess in here…!" Tears— they begin to form under your tired eyes.
Mikey let out a soft, breathy huff—not of annoyance, but a gentle, reassuring little sound. He reached down, his thumb lightly catching your chin to guide your face back up to him.
"Oh, sunshine, look at me. You do not apologize for that, ever." he said, his expression incredibly tender. "Your body is just doing its thing, and it’s hurting you enough already. You think a little blood scares me? Please, I make my enemies bleed every day! It’s normal, we’re all good! He paused, a light sigh soon to follow.
“That was a lie. I just beat them up, no blood. Usually.” He gave you a small smile, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Can I help you clean it up? Only if you want me to, promise. I won’t if you don’t want me to. All you gotta do is tell me.”
The absolute safety in his face made the knot in your chest loosen just a bit. You swallowed hard and nodded softly. "Yeah. Please. That... would be really nice."
"You got it," he whispered with a wink.
He’s gentle. Oh, so very gentle as he takes a washcloth and rubs it up and down your legs.
There wasn't a single ounce of judgment or hesitation in him. After a few strokes, he rinsed the cloth out in the sink, completely unbothered; Mikey sets the rag on the sink and turns back to face you.
"All clean, angel. See? No harm done," he murmured. He leaned inward, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your knee, then up to your wet fingers. "Now, how about we finish rinsing that shampoo out so I can get you into some warm pajamas and tucked into bed?
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