#and tampons just hurt and you have to change before it's full

[kykyonthemoon]

How to take care of your on-period girlfriend

During that time of the month, you receive special treatment from him.

ಇ. Character x Female Reader

with Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne and Caleb.

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, pain & comfort

ಇ. Word count: 3k4

ಇ. Note: Some details in this fic are inspired by in game Tender Moments.

ಇ. Requested by Mỗi ngày nhặt một anh làm chồng and an anonymous reader on my ask box.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

In the middle of the night, you awoke with such discomfort in your lower belly and an aching feeling throughout your body. You knew it was that time of the month; in fact, it was a few days late due to recent work-related stress. You didn't expect to have your period today, so waking up at this hour with discomfort all over your body was quite uncomfortable to you.

Your hand found the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. Rafayel has left you several messages and missed calls. Perhaps you fell asleep without realizing it due to fatigue. You decided to get up and use the bathroom for a while. That's when you discovered you were missing what you needed most at home.

You grumbled and switched the phone screen back on. You were reluctant to disturb him at this time, especially because he was attending an exhibition in another city and you were not sure if he had returned yet. But you were upset and missed the times like this when he took care of you. Just before dialing his number, your phone rang.

"I've seen you online for a while. What's up? Can't sleep?"

Rafayel's voice rang out from the other end of the line, full of energy still. You just answered with a few short phrases, summarizing the current situation for him and told him that you were about to go out and get the necessary supplies.

"Just stay there." Rafayel stopped you. "Do not go anywhere. Wait for me."

You were a little confused why he had told you to stay home. But just now, you were too tired to have the strength to ask. Besides, you could not go out in this state, when you just wanted to faint on the floor.

You washed and changed into a new set of pajamas. Luckily, you found a spare sanitary pad left over in the closet that was sufficient for your needs. As soon as you got out of the bathroom, you heard the front door open. Rafayel appeared there, with a bunch of bags wrapped in both hands.

“How are you now? Does it still hurt?"

You shook your head, primarily to reassure him. But glancing at your pallid face, he knew you were lying. And you were taken aback when he arrived here, at this hour.

“Didn't you leave Linkon for the exhibition a few days ago?”

“That event was nothing special. I was on my way home when you called. I stopped to get you a few things before coming here.”

"Just a few things?" You gazed at the mound of items Rafayel had just purchased and set on the floor. "Why does it look like you bought everything in the store?"

Rafayel grinned at you. He softly aided you in getting down, leaning your back against the cushion and placing your feet on the couch. After that, he began taking out everything from those bags, which startled you a lot.

He had purchased you sanitary products in the form of pads, panties, tampons and even menstrual cups. One of each type and brand. There were also several pain relievers, vitamins and more. When he noticed your amazement, he said:

“Since I don't know which type you usually use, I bought one of each.”

Rafayel laughed. And you, even though your face was pale, felt so content due to his silliness.

“You could have just asked me.” You responded.

“I won't be able to see your surprised smile then. Since I've made you laugh, I must be a fantastic boyfriend, right?”

You slumped entirely back on the couch, still laughing but murmuring: "You must be a fantastic fool."

Lemurians' bodies are not like humans, you appreciated Rafayel's efforts to learn about your cycle and care for you in this manner. He plopped down on the couch next to you, lifted your legs and placed them on his lap. His slender hands rubbed them gently.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

You shook your head. “It doesn't hurt much. Just mild cramps.”

Rafayel nodded. He still remembered you often got cramps in your legs every time your period came. He continued massaging your legs before moving on to your tummy.

“What about this place?”

When your lower abdominal contractions resumed, you let out a tiny cry. Rafayel immediately withdrew his hand. “Sorry… Did I hurt you?”

“I-It's okay…” You tried to smile. “I'll probably feel better after a good rest.”

Rafayel's expression shifted slightly. His hand returned to your lower abdomen, continuing to gently rub it. “There you go again. Just say you're hurt when you're in pain. No need to try to act strong in front of me. Did you forget about our agreement last month? Whenever you have your period and are so weak like this, I will become your bodyguard.”

In the lying position, you could see half of Rafayel's face illuminated in the warm glow of the nightlight. His eyes were both concentrated and kind as he continued to ease the pain in your stomach. Suddenly, you couldn't help but jab your finger into his face. He pouted and puffed out both cheeks. Just like a puffer fish.

“Okay, it's all my fault. Now I will let Rafayel take care of me without worrying that I'd bother you.”

"Good. Even though I don't know how to take care of humans, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!”

Rafayel joyfully grasped your hand and kissed the palm to make it less cold. He continued rubbing your abdomen, singing a melody that put you at peace.

“Get some sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, I will still be here, right next to you.”

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 

As a child, you imagined your knight arriving in shining armor on a white horse.

It turned out that your knight did not have a horse, but rather a white Hunter's uniform and a coat that he had just removed to wrap around your waist.

It happened when Xavier and you had just finished dealing with the Wanderers on the outskirts of Linkon City. Late at night, an unusual incident occurred. You hurriedly arrived to take on the task, unaware as that time of the month had come.

Perhaps you were too preoccupied with work to remember when your period would start. After finishing the task, you were dismayed to realize that the blood on your dress was not the blood of the Wanderers at all.

Xavier discovered it through your frightened eyes and trembling body. Immediately, he took off his coat, wrapped it around your waist to cover the blood stains, and even carried you a long way home on his back.

Your arms were wrapped around Xavier's neck, your face completely hidden in his shoulder. You felt so embarrassed to let him catch you in such a messy state. However, Xavier continued to soothe and console you. He said:

"It's not a problem at all. You don't need to be embarrassed about this very normal thing."

Even though it still did not feel right, you said nothing more. You were exhausted enough, and your aching body was screaming for a rest.

Xavier took you back to your apartment. You thanked him profusely and quickly went to take a shower. After that, sensing the silence outside, you assumed that Xavier had returned to his home. Unexpectedly, you caught a pack of painkillers on the table. Next to it was his phone.

You did not intend to peek, but because the phone screen was still on, you accidentally saw the content that Xavier was reading: How to take care of your girlfriend during her periods.

You chuckled to yourself. It turned out Xavier was learning how to take care of you. Then, his hand appeared out of nowhere to take the phone back.

“Are you done? Take your pill now."

Xavier gave you a cup of warm water. You smiled: "I thought you went home."

He slowly dropped himself into the seat next to you. “You are so hurt. How can I go home?”

"I'm alright. I'm going to sleep soon, tomorrow I'll feel better.”

Xavier did not seem to take your word for it. He grasped your hands.

“Aren't you going to be in pain for two or three days to a week?”

“Did you just read that on the internet?”

Xavier pondered for a time before nodding: “I... am not very familiar with these things. But I'll stay here until you feel better. Is that okay?"

You gave him a nod and a smile. Xavier got you a painkiller. After taking it he let you lean on the sofa, held your hands tightly, rubbed and breathed on them to bring some warmth.

After a while, your lower abdomen started to hurt. Xavier expressed concern as he noticed your expression:

“It hurts a lot, doesn't it? May I give you a massage?”

He waited for your approval with a nod before placing his hand on your tummy. He gently stroked it clockwise and inquired: "Is this better?"

You shook your head. One hand pointed to the lower abdomen, somewhat below where Xavier's hand was lying. “Here.”

“I see.”

Xavier's fingers went lower, causing you to flush slightly. Xavier said again:

“I only have two hands. One is warming your right hand, the other is massaging your belly. What should I do with your left hand?"

You gazed down at your hand. It wasn't chilly enough to warrant staying warm, but Xavier insisted on it. He also came up with a new idea:

“How about you put your left hand on me.”

You were astonished for a second. "Put it… on you?"

"Yes. Here..." Xavier raised his shirt slightly, showing his abdomen, and glanced at you with anticipation. You sheepishly placed your hand there, and he pulled his shirt down again. “Is it warm?”

You nodded, not sure what else to say. The warmth from his body made you feel heated within. Xavier proceeded to rub your hand and belly. Your hand, which had been put on his body for a short period of time, now became restless. It crept gently upward, to where you could feel his heartbeat quickening.

Xavier stared at you, considered for a time, then said nothing. Since he had let it slide, your hand glided down, past a layer of firm muscles, and then a bit further…

“If you continue to be so naughty, I'll get angry.”

Xavier leaned close to your ear and murmured, his tone irritated, but his gestures seemed to lean heavily on you.

Your fingers twitched slightly as you attentively watched Xavier's slightly furrowed expression. He went on to say: "When I'm angry, it will be quite terrifying. So be a good girl for me.”

Your hand, which was resting in Xavier's, was drawn to his lips as he pressed gentle kisses against it with heated breath. His eyes darkened somewhat; perhaps it was simply the light. You whispered an apology and returned your hand to its previous position. Xavier gazed at you with a small smile.

"If you're sleepy, just lean on me."

"Yes." You responded gently, placing your head on his shoulder and yawning loudly. No matter what the situation was, with him by your side, you would always be safe.

���𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 

You were astonished when Zayne showed up at your door late at night after his shift. Seeing your pale and fragile appearance, he asked you to go to the bedroom for some rest. After faltering a few steps, you nearly collapsed to the floor.

Fortunately, Zayne's dominant arms caught you in time. With one quick movement, he lifted you up with ease.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Zayne said, and you obediently followed. He carried you to your room, put you on the bed, and drew the blanket over you.

"Give me your hands." You placed your hands on his. Zayne stroked your hands briefly to warm them up before placing them beneath the blanket. "I will make you some tea. Remember to keep yourself warm."

You nodded sheepishly. Your eyes followed Zayne's wide back as it vanished beyond the bedroom door, and you wondered how he knew you were on your period.

You were not convinced this was a coincidence since Zayne prepared you a cup of jujube tea that he had brought with him. He used to give you that drink on days like this. He said it would make the pain less severe. And it was true.

"Drink this. Then eat the red dates, too."

Zayne handed you a cup of tea that he had just blown to cool down the heat. He sat down next to you on the bed. You ate a jujube, turned to look at him, and noticed his palm was already open in front of you.

“Spill it out here.” He said. You looked at him for a moment and then did what you were told. Zayne smiled with satisfaction, patted on your head, then took back the almost empty cup of tea from your hand to it on the night table.

“Feeling better?” Zayne inquired pleasantly as he assisted you in lying back on the bed. 

You smiled faintly and said:

“Just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit better.”

He laughed at your childish behavior. “If it hurts too much, you'll have to go to the hospital.”

You frowned and shook your head vigorously.

“Don't want to? If so, you need to get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, you will definitely be better.”

You gently tugged on Zayne's arm, whispering: "So... Can I get special care from Dr. Zayne? That way I'll get better faster..."

He looked at you with smiling eyes then nodded. You shifted slightly to the opposite side of the bed, making room for him to lie next to you. He instructed. He said:

“Turn around. Then slightly bend your knees closer to your stomach.”

You did what he told you. Your back turned to him, and very soon, you felt the warmth from his body enveloping you.

Zayne embraced you from behind. One of his hands went under the pillow to lift your head up a bit, the other was placed on your stomach. His hand appeared to be large enough to cover your entire stomach. With a delicate touch, his hand began to travel in a circular rhythm on your lower belly.

At first, you felt ticklish and heated given the embarrassment caused by his touch. In addition, Zayne's steady breath was blowing on your hair from behind. He asked:

“Feeling better yet?”

"Yes." You replied softly. “Doctor Zayne's hand is so warm…”

You caught his quiet laughter. He pressed his body closer to you, while you just wanted to hide your face in the pillow. Then, you suddenly remembered what you had wanted to ask him just now:

“How did you know my period would start tonight? You even brought me tea.”

“Can you guess how?”

“Hmm… Let's see. You knew the exact date last month even though I didn't tell you about it... And the month before that too..."

Doctor Zayne allowed you to think about it for a minute. Zayne's knowledge of the days your menstrual cycle would start was most likely due to his perfect memory. Thinking about this, you turned around and his lips brushed your forehead.

"Eh…"

You froze for a second. Doctor Zayne gazed at you. He was so near that you forgot what you were about to say.

"You've got the answer yet?"

Your face became as crimson as the jujube tea. His breath danced over your cheeks as you responded:

“Um… I already knew the answer… Dr. Zayne is so busy, yet he still remembers my cycle?”

“I remember everything related to you.” Zayne spoke, his expression very serious and full of concern. You reluctantly turned aside.

"T-Thank you…"

You noticed Zayne's body pressing closer to yours. He buried his face in your hair and the nape of your neck, his hand continuing to rub your lower abdomen. He whispered:

“Get well soon. Although I hope that what makes you better is not painkillers or tea… but me…”

The corners of your mouth stretched out, smiling so widely that you could not close it. You grabbed his rough hand that was placed on your stomach and replied:

“Doctor Zayne has always been my elixir!”

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

The door to your room opened in the middle of the night, and Caleb emerged, blocking the entire entrance. He was holding a hot compress bag, a glass of milk, and sanitary pads.

"I'm here to rescue you, Pipsqueak."

Caleb turned on the nightlight to see your pale face and unkempt hair. You were writhing on the bed, in anguish from your period. You could only send him a text message with the strawberry emoji and a sobbing expression. He arrived at your bedside about five minutes later.

He assisted you up, gave you some painkillers, and then pressed the hot compress bag on your stomach. You frowned.

"Do you need to be so harsh with someone who is sick?"

"It's on you for not listening to me. Even though you knew you were about to start your period, you still had the urge to drink lots of cold drinks. You only listen to me when you're in pain?"

You grimaced and rolled over on the bed. Due to your sudden movement, you got cramps in your shoulder blades. You cried loudly for help. Caleb just sighed in helplessness. He helped you lie upright again and rubbed your shoulders.

“If I'm not here, who would you whine to?”

Since you knew Caleb was home, you texted him. However, you did not say anything after that. The anguish had utterly drained you. Caleb couldn't stand to torment you any longer after knowing about your situation. He leaned you on his lap and helped you sip your pain reliever and warm milk. The hand on your back kept rubbing you.

"Is it so painful? "Can you try to get some sleep?"

You replied by shaking your head. Caleb patted you some more. "Then I will stay here with you. Okay?"

This time you nodded. Caleb drew you closer. He removed the hot compress bag from your tummy and began rubbing it with his hand. All of a sudden, your childhood came back, when you had your period for the first time and Grandma was not home; there was only Caleb. Even though you had learnt in advance that all girls would have to go through her period every month, you were nevertheless terrified when it arrived. Fortunately, Caleb was by your side. He raced to get sanitary pads for you, poured hot tea, and helped you warm your hands and feet.

At that time, you were really timid. And perhaps from there you saw the differences between you and Caleb. Both of you were no longer innocent children. This unusual feeling also steadily grew since. 

"Lucky you're here…" You whispered, a hand softly tapped on Caleb's.

"Of course. I'm always by your side, pipsqueak." He responded, then lavished you with several delicate kisses on your hair.

"Caleb… Don't disappear, okay?"

Surprised, he said, "Where can I disappear to?I still have to comfort you with your favorite meals tomorrow."

"Tomorrow…" You instantly recalled having a date with Caleb at the amusement park. But this unexpected menstrual cycle ruined that plan. "I'm sorry…"

"No problem." Caleb stroked you on the head. “You can compensate me another day. For now, you just need to rest well.”

“But I still feel like it's my fault… It's been a while since you could have a day off, yet we can't go out…”

Caleb smiled gently. He tucked your loose hair behind your ear. When he looked into your eyes, he said:

“If you're bored, we can watch the series you like together tomorrow. Or play some games.”

Upon hearing that, your mood brightened a little. You loved spending with Caleb, whether it was a date outside or just hanging out at home. They all brought joy to you.

Caleb placed a kiss on your forehead. He went on:

“Don't think too much about it. Go to sleep now so you'll have the strength to bother me again tomorrow."

You laughed. Caleb was always such a teaser, but that was the reason why you were so happy around him.

Coaxing you for a while, when you started to fall into a deep sleep, Caleb whispered softly in your ear:

“Being able to come home and be with my pipsqueak, that's the best kind of vacation for me.”

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ GOT LOVE-STRUCK — how the cod men react to you having a heavy period

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john 'bravo six' price

warnings. fem!reader, sfw, periods, blood, cramping, minor miscommunication

simon 'ghost' riley

⤷ this man is defs educated. either because of previous partners or because of his mother discreetly teaching him how the cycle worked.

⤷ when he finds you curled into the fetal position in bed, glassy eyed and breathing heavily, he first thinks that you've hurt yourself and refused to go to sick bay

⤷ however, when you start getting defensive, it kinda hits him that it's your period, not a bullet. he slightly calms at that, but seeing you hurt makes him want to solve it with violence against who caused you pain, not comfort

⤷ would absolutely hold you against his chest, his hand rubbing at your lower stomach

⤷ he'd be kinda quiet cause he's upset that he can't just solve the problem like he could if it was something like a mission instead. lowkey mopey whenever you whimper or shiver a bit because of the pain

⤷ doesn't even FLINCH when you ask him to get you more products, some food, or a heatpack. just does as asked with a sharp nod and hasty movements

⤷ him not knowing how to delicately comfort you, so just hoping that his body heat and rubbing at your tender spots is enough for you :(

johnny 'soap' mactavish

⤷ freaks the FUCK out when he sees a bit of blood on your sheets. like, full on, you're on the verge of your death bed, he has to jot down your last words level.

⤷ you're in the kitchen, heating up your heatpack when he comes barreling down the stairs, wrapping you into his arms and checking all over your body

⤷ "oh my jesus, fuck, it's gonna be okay, jus' tell me--"

⤷ you have to awkwardly explain that you had woken up with an earlier period than normal, and that it was way worse than usual, meaning you needed a heatpack before changing the sheets

⤷ man proceeds to fuss even more, refusing to let you move from the couch as he changes the sheets, grabs all of your favourite pillows and blankets, and proceeds to make you your favourite breakfast so you can relax and watch your fav movie/show

⤷ acts like you're terminally ill or smth, because he is at your side, ready to do absolutely anything to ease your pains or worries

⤷ orders in your favourite fast food for dinner, spoons you, gives you sosososo many kisses and cuddles

⤷ he just wants the best for his baby, and he will provide like the man he needs to be to deserve you !!

kyle 'gaz' garrick

⤷ knows immediately. you're not sure how, but he just does, as soon as he walks through the door and sees you cuddled into the couch, face scrunched in pain.

⤷ asks if you need anything from the shops, before making you a drink and getting you the icecream he bought for you just a few days ago, knowing you were due soon

⤷ comes over to rest your head in his lap, giving you a head massage and playing with your hair, listening to whatever you say, or when you're silent, murmuring about his own day or musings to keep you relaxed

⤷ presses soft kisses to your forehead and your stomach, giving you practiced massages that he had watched many youtube tutorials to master

⤷ "shh, sweetheart, i got you."

⤷ knows your preference for tampons/pads/other without having to double-check, in the case that you run out

⤷ when you fall asleep in his lap, he picks you up and softly puts you to bed. whether he's tired or not, he just cuddles you to his chest, loving that HE gets to comfort you, that HE gets to make sure you're safe

⤷ super super sappy throughout it all :(

john 'bravo six' price

⤷ realises that you're in a lot of pain when he wakes up to you whining and curled into a ball

⤷ softly pulls your hair from your face, confused and worried that something had happened while he was asleep, even though he was so careful to keep you safe

⤷ then he remembers that last night you had been wearing your period-proof undergarments and that you probably got it this morning

⤷ when you wake up it's to a heatpack on your stomach and a hand playing with your hair soothingly

⤷ is a bit unsure about it all because he wasn't really educated on the cycle, but still tries his damn best to make you comfortable and happy

⤷ figures that he doesn't give a shit about your natural blood when he's had much worse, much filthier blood on his bare hands

⤷ treats you like you're delicate, and kinda orders you to take it easy

⤷ lets you take charge and request him for the things you need, because he's just unsure and new to it all, having a woman who's so aware of her needs and open to share them with him !

a/n. idk what this is, idk if it's any good, i've been in the city since 6am and it's now 7pm so i'm an exhausted mess. pls excuse this clusterfuck

[shuchu]

ᰔᩚ period comfort with luxiem ᰔᩚ

༘⋆ characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; shu yamino

༘⋆ note: afab!reader

༘⋆ a/n: here’s the rest of the luxiem boys as i promised after writing one for ikey c: i went a little ham for shu’s because i love him hehe (that’s no surprise) also can conclude that all of them are lovely gentlemen that will take good care of their partners during their time of the month ♡ decorative dividers credit to @mykaesu on twt (it seems that they have changed their username & i can’t find them now ;w;)

you knew that your period was coming so you prepared in advance — putting on a pad/tampon before heading to bed.

the next morning, you were woken up by the familiar yet annoying feeling of cramps in your lower abdomen.

yep, it's here. right on time. and it hurts just as much as the last time if not more.

you sigh inwardly and turn to look at your boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you. you were immobilised from the pain and you didn't want to wake him up, so you had no choice but to just stare at the ceiling, wishing that the pain would magically go away.

after what seemed like an hour, you hear your boyfriend start to rouse. he does a little stretch and his eyes slowly flutter open.

“good morning darling.” vox flashes you a sleepy smile before holding you closer to him

“good morning love.” you muster a smile, trying not to let your face twist in pain from the intense cramps

vox’s smile fades and it is replaced with a look of concern

“what’s wrong? are you feeling okay?”

you give him a weak smile, “yeah i’ll be okay, don’t worry about me.”

vox racks his brain for a reason for your discomfort and after a few minutes it dawns on him

oh. it’s that time of the month. that makes a lot of sense

“i’m so sorry love,” he says in a soft voice and his hand moves to your lower abdomen to rub it gently, “do you need me to grab anything? or do you need to use the washroom? i can carry you there if you want.”

he ends up princess carrying you to the bathroom, bringing out the pads that he knows that you’ve stocked up in the cupboards and leaving you to do your thing while he goes to grab painkillers

after he comes back into the bedroom, you’re back in bed, brows furrowed from the pain

“darling, i brought you some painkillers, do you wanna take them?” he asks while he sits on the side of the bed, looking at you with concern

you take the painkillers and request for him to cuddle you

he slides back into his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead

he’d be there for you throughout the duration of your period, rushing to the store to get you things if you wanted them

if you worry about him not being able to stream, he’d just chuckle softly and reassure you

“my love, the kindred will understand, i don’t want you to feel alone while you go through something like this, so i’ll be here for as long as you need me to.”

he stares at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning over to face you

“good morning!” he says with a grin

you smile weakly back at him and say softly, “good morning babe.”

he immediately picks up that you’re not okay and his grin fades, his expression turning into concern

“are you okay?” he moves closer and places the back of his hand on your forehead, “hmm...you’re not feverish though...”

“my time of the month is here...” you mumble softly and sigh

“oohhh...” he moves towards the side of the bed, “stay here m’kay? i’ll go get some stuff for you.”

he then comes back with his arms full of snacks, pads and your hot water bottle, placing them all on the bed

“do you need to use the bathroom?” he asks

you nod and swivel around to get out of bed. when you stand up, he wraps his arm around your waist in case you fall and walks you to the bathroom

after you’re done he walks you back and tucks you into bed again, placing the hot water bottle on your abdomen

he’d then leave the room to grab his laptop so that the both of you could cuddle and watch a movie or anime

when you fall asleep, he’d nuzzle his face into your hair, leaving a kiss on the crown of your hair before turning off the movie to do some work on his laptop

he’d be there for you throughout the few days of your period, changing the water in the hot water bottle, getting more snacks and pads if you needed them

“good morning babe!” luca smiles at you, his hand moving to stroke your cheek

you smile back at him, “good morning luca.”

luca hums happily and moves closer to drape his arm over your body, “did you sleep well?”

you nod, “mhm! did you?”

he nods too, “yeah i did, i slept really well.” he chuckles softly, “how come you were awake so early? usually, i’m awake before you are.” he looks at you curiously

“well um...my cramps woke me up...” you sigh softly

luca is silent for a few seconds, you can see the gears in his head turning until it finally clicks, “o-oh...it’s your period... do you want me to get anything for you?”

you say you want to use the bathroom before taking the painkillers so luca lifts you up into his arms effortlessly and carries you to the bathroom before leaving to get the painkillers

after you’re back in bed and have taken the painkillers, he’s asking you whether you need anything from the store and whether you’re warm enough. he hasn’t had any experience with periods so he doesn’t really know what to do

you giggle a little and tell him what you need

luca would rush off to go get it and bring it to you

“i’m so sorry for making you run around luca.” you say apologetically

“nonono don’t apologise babe, now i know what to do when you get your thing every month.” he grins at you and you almost see his imaginary tail wagging

he’d put on disney films for the both of you to watch till you fall asleep 

he would stay with you in bed if you asked him to, though he’d need to get his laptop to work on stuff while you nap

luca would now have a mental note pad filled with things that you need during your period for the next time because he’s the type of boyfriend that remembers the tiny details hehe

shu smiles at you and after a few seconds pass he says with his rough and husky morning voice, “good morning.”

you give him a small smile and reply, “good morning shubert.”

he yawns and his eyes slowly open to look at you again, “were you awake for long?”

you shake your head, your hair ruffling against the pillow, “no...not for too long.”

“why were you awake so early though?” he asks and yawns again

you hum. “mmm...i got woken up by my cramps.”

shu’s eyes widen a little and it softens again, “ah...do you want me to get some warm water for you?”

you nod, “that would help a lot, thank you shu.”

shu smiles and gets out of bed to go get you a cup of warm water

he returns with his coffee and your warm water

he places them both on the bedside table and props a pillow behind you, helping you sit up

he hands you the cup before picking his coffee up and sliding back into his side of the bed

he watches you as he sips on his coffee as well, the both of you enjoying the comfortable silence

after a while, you set your mug down and he asks, “do you feel better?”

you smile and nod, “mhm!” 

he sets his mug down too and he moves closer to you, his hand moving to your abdomen to rub it gently

when your gaze returns from the place under the covers where shu’s hand would be to his face, he’s blushing slightly, “i watched a video and it said that this would help.”

you giggle and give him a kiss on the cheek, “thank you...”

the both of you cuddle in bed for a while more and shu asks whether you need anything

whatever you want, he’d bring it to you

he’d also ask if you need him to accompany you but knowing how busy he is, you decline his offer, insisting that you’ll be fine and that he’s done enough to help you

shu would go about his day as per usual but when he takes a bathroom break during stream or from doing offline work, he’d peek into the bedroom to ensure that you’re okay

after he’s done with stream and work, he’d look into the bedroom to see that you’ve fallen asleep. he’d slide himself under the covers slowly and wrap his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the forehead

he’s thankful that you’re so understanding about his work and makes a silent promise to spend more time with you when you wake up

[friendsoup]

Hello, may I request dikke helping her gf out during her period while she has unbearable cramps pls? Have a nice day/night☆

Acts of Service

Recipe: Romantic fluff, tooth rotting sweetness, Dikke x reader, fem!reader, Reader is referred to as Dove and M'lady, Dikke's love language is acts of service, Miscommunication due to cultural differences WC: 1,346 Chef's Note: This is the third time I'm writing this today... Hopefully this works! This was all self-indulgent bc I was in a lot of pain last night. Might be a bit ooc.

“M’lady, are you around? You were absent from the suitcase’s daily activities…” Dikke called, knocking on your door. You groaned. She was right, you had avoided your daily routine today, something which you were usually rigorous with. Though it wasn’t as though you were without reason! It just so happened that last night, your period had begun. And it was something fierce. You didn’t know exactly where to go with your troubles. Despite the suitcase being full of mostly women, no one discussed things such as periods. You were sure that if it came to it, you could scrounge around for a tampon or pad, but you hadn’t expected them to get this painful. You could hardly move, squirming around on your bed in pain. You were certain your sheets would be stained red forever, and you’d feel soiled for the rest of your life. “M’lady?” Dikke asked, her voice growing panicked. Before you began dating Dikke, you had seen her as someone to stay cool under all types of pressure. Which was true, for the most part. However, when it came to you, her composure seemed to crumble. Perhaps it was insecurity, or maybe she was less composed than you originally thought. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to make her more worried. “Don’t come in.” You called back. You were a mess, you were certain of it. You didn’t want Dikke to see you all sweaty and gross. “I’m fine. Just stay out there.” The pain in your voice was obvious, but Dikke tended to be on the more oblivious side. You hoped she’d take your word for it. “M’lady. Need I remind you my thoughts on liars?” Her voice was cold, but only for a moment. “If you require assistance, please let me in. Allow me to aid you.” The shift was quick, but noticeable. She sounded so desperate, it made your heart twist. “Fine.” You muttered, flipping yourself over so you could face the door. “Come in.”

Dikke opened the door slowly, keeping her gaze to the ground. She knew you were hesitant, and didn’t want to overwhelm you by barging in, though she truly wanted to. Upon seeing you in bed, her eyebrows drew together in quiet confusion. “M’lady. Are you sick?” She asked, kneeling by your bedside. “No. I mean, yes? I’m on the rag.” You admit. Dikke blinks, your words completely missing their mark. “I mean, my Aunt Flo is here.” You try again. Once more, her gaze goes right through you. “I’m on my period?” Perhaps being a bit more direct will work? She narrows her eyes, attempting to make sense of your words. “I’m menstruating.” You put bluntly. That seemed to do the trick. Dikke closed her eyes and nodded. “I see. That is why you isolated yourself.” Dikke gently placed her hand on your forehead, pushing hair out of your face. Her skin felt cool against your own. “I may not know the modern remedies for such a thing, as I imagine they have changed greatly between our times, but I will aid you the best I can.” You smile at her words. “That’s lovely, sweetheart.” The fact that she’s so eager to help warms your heart. “First, we must get you clean.” Dikke nods to herself, “I will run a warm bath with healing herbs.” Before you can object, she stands and runs off. You blink at the space she once inhabited, feeling a bit worried. What was she going to put in your bath? As much as you loved her, you knew that medieval medicine was not as accurate as today’s (or tomorrow’s?) science. You stayed in silence, with nothing but your pains to keep you company. It hurt greatly, but there was nothing you could do at the moment to stop it. Luckily, she arrived back shortly. “Your bath is ready, M’lady.” She announced, hovering over you again. “Dikke, I’m sure the bath is lovely, but I don’t really want to walk anywhere.” You protested meekly. “You think I’d make an ill woman walk?” Dikke scoffed, scooping you up in her arms. You felt so small in them, her strong arms wrapped around you. You put your head on her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath her armor. As you glanced up, you saw a hint of blush on her cheeks. “Now, let’s be off.” She quickly spoke, carrying you to the bathroom. The scent hit you at once. Rose, wormwood, and something close to peppermint filled the steamy air. It was as fragrant as tea, and you could see bits of the herbs floating around in the water. 

Dikke placed you close to the tub, before standing back up. “I will allow you your privacy while you bathe. In the meantime, I shall prepare your room for your return.” Before you could speak, she was gone again. You stripped yourself of your dirty clothes, and sank into the warm water. It was perfect. The right temperature to ease the pain in your gut, as the scent relaxed your muscles. You closed your eyes, picturing your Dikke perfectly measuring the herbs needed to go into the bath, making sure the temperature was right, all the while worrying about leaving you alone. 

The two of you had only started dating a few weeks ago, yet she treated you like a princess at every convenience. Roses would appear by your door, perfumed letters were handed to you by confused middle men. She had quite the bizarre way of showing her affections, always indirect and nervous, but you found that charming of her. Your favorite of her affections were the acts of service, which came endlessly with her. Chores would be done without you asking, meals would be prepared, and things like this bath were all reminders of just how much she cared for you. A lazy smile came to your face as you sunk deeper into the water, your heart warm with her love. A bit later, Dikke returned with new clothes to dress you with. The usually stone-faced girl was surprisingly giddy, unable to hide her slight smile. Forgetting her shyness, she helped you dry off, giving not so much as a bashful look away. You were confused, what had caused this change in personality? As she draped a plush robe around your shoulders, you decided to ask. “Dikke?” “Yes, dove?” She hummed. “What’s going on?” You blinked. She’d never called you a pet name before. “Am I not allowed to be joyful when with my partner?” She asked, innocently. “I suppose so. It’s just-” You had no time to complete your sentence, as Dikke once again lifted you into her arms. She marched back to your room, unable to wipe the smile from your face. Once she opened the door to your room, your jaw dropped. A display of warm foods and snacks lay on your table. Freshly washed blankets and sheets on your bed, creating almost a nest. Your tv was on, displaying one of your favorite movies. And to top it off, the entire place smelled like roses. “The captain is bringing tampons. She said she had to go out to fetch them, but it’ll only take a minute.” Dikke says, placing you on the bed. “I didn’t know you could buy such things now. How strange is that!” Once you were secure, she turned to leave. You couldn’t stand to see her go again, reaching out your hand and grabbing hers. “Dikke!” You called. “This is all nice, but I want one more thing.” Confused, she nodded. “Anything at all, I will provide.” “I want you to stay?” You timidly asked. Dikke’s face grew red once more, the shade you’d seen her wear the most. “Of course! Let me just rid myself of this armor, and I will be by your side!” With that, Dikke removed the plate armor, and took her side by you. You fiddled with the remote as she wrapped you in her arms. Feeling a sense of relief that has never come with your period before.

[larry-22-blog]

Period Complications

I lay on the sofa in Erling's living room, trying to watch the game. It was definitely not one of the best for Manchester City against Manchester United.

There was something weird going on in the team, they were all so down, disconnected from each other.

Really not the best moment to have an important game.

They seemed to dominate the first round, but still no goal and 0 passes to Erling, it's like they were avoiding him somehow.

And Erling, Erling looked devastated, frustrated, running around the field from one side to the other.

This guy has some stamina. God.

I tried to focus but my tummy was killing me, my periods were always painful, but this was on another level.

"C'mon, baby!!" I cheered when I saw Erling taking the ball but sadly he didn't get to score.

Everyone was on him, literally they were surrounding him, all the united players were making sure the ball could not get to him.

I kept watching but ended up deciding to get myself some medicine for the pain after watching that they were leading, because of Grilish's goal.

I paused the TV, and got up, feeling dizzy, something was not right, but I guess I'm just tired, maybe I need some rest.

I took an ibuprofen and got myself my period hot bag, with cats on it.

I went to the bathroom to change my tampon again, for the millionth time today but I ended up changing my clothes too since it seemed like I leaked and dirtier it with blood.

Not the best sight to behold.

It was also one of Erling's shirts, that he liked.

He's not going to be happy to see it.

Maybe I could clean it without it turning into a stain.

But before I could reach the detergent to try and clean it I feel myself getting really dizzy, almost collapsing on the bathroom floor with the force of it

After a few moments, I managed to compose myself, slowly walking back to our room, collapsing onto the bed, lying on Erling's side, and cuddling up to his pillow.

I loved how the bed had his smell, it was so comforting, I couldn't help falling asleep with my face in his pillow, inhaling his addictive scent.

The match was forgotten.

A loud voice woke me up. I gasped, scared when a loud bang followed, and almost fell from the bed.

Erling stormed into the room, throwing open the door, making a loud sound as it hit the wall "I fucking told you to be careful with my couch! Do you know how expensive it is?!" He yelled at me making me wince, trying to get conscious of my surroundings. I just feel so dizzy and weird and everything hurts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice... I can clean it-" I tried, but he interrupted me "No you fucking can't, you'll just ruin it more, just stay the fuck away from it!" He yelled, scaring me with how aggressive he was being. That's not the Erling I know.

"All the things I do for you, at least have the decency to watch your boyfriend's game and don't ruin his things! I fucking pay off everything and let you live here rent-free!" he continued, making tears gather in my eyes.

He rushed to the bathroom, probably to take a shower, but continued throwing insults at me "the least you could do is watch the full fucking game!"

Why is he acting like this?

"I was watching it, but I just wasn't feelin---" I tried to explain between tears, but he interrupted me again.

"What the fucking hell?! What is this? You fucking ruined one of my favourite shirts?! How can you be this stupid?!" He came back even angrier, rapidly walking to me with so much anger in his eyes.

I hate to admit but at that moment I was absolutely terrified by him.

I covered my face, with my trembling hands, trying to protect myself, sobbing by now.

Everything hurt and I felt so dizzy and my body hurt and my heart hurt too. It was just too much.

"Stop fucking crying like a baby and talk to me! What's wrong with you?!" He pulled my hands from my face, lifting me up a bit, and making me look directly at him.

I couldn't even speak, I was paralyzed with fear and hurt.

I looked avoided looking into his eyes, I didn't want to see him looking at me with disgust so repulsed and angry.

I had to admit he didn't hurt me, didn't use force to lift me up, but still, I was scared.

"What is it, he looked down on the other side of the bed" he leaned over me to pick his pillow up from where it was lying, since I fell asleep holding it and once again got angry "how in the hell did you manage to get blood on my pillow also?! God, this is unbelievable!" He exclaimed. At least didn't sound as angry as before.

"How could you be so careless--" he started but I interrupted him, I was feeling so bad, everything hurt and I was so damn scared.

"Erling..." I started, between sobs, trying to reach for his hand with my trembling one. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He stopped, and for the first time today looked at me, actually looked at me.

His face palling as he saw the state I was in.

I'm pretty sure I look better than I feel.

Because I feel like I'm about to die any second.

"Please help me, something is not right, it hurts so bad, everything hurts..." I said, crying as I was holding onto his hand for dear life.

At that moment it felt exactly like that.

Like I was holding onto the lifeline.

"What? What happened? Please calm down, I don't get it, why do you look so pale? Do you need me to get some water and medicine? Let me help you--" he lifted the covers, but before he could finish the sentence he gasped, and interrupted himself "Oh my fucking God! Baby!" He exclaimed loudly.

Was he angry again? Did I do something else?

I searched for his face, in confusion, but I definitely wasn't expecting this look on his face.

I think I never saw him look like this, ever.

He looks scared. Beyond that. Panicked.

I wonder what he saw.

I tried following his gaze, ending up looking down at where I was lying.

Blood.

Erling's expensive white sheets were ruined.

"I swear I'm going to pay for them! I'll buy you new ones! I'm so sorry, please don't be angry!" I cried, the pain was getting worst and worst and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed him to know I was sorry. I didn't mean to ruin his things.

"Jesus, baby, you're bleeding out! Who cares about the sheets!" He said between tears? Was he crying? Why is he crying? Why did he let go of my hand? Is he angry? What is he searching for?

He quickly found his phone, calling someone.

Who is he calling?

"Fucking answer already!" He cursed. Why is he so mad again?

"112 what is your emergency?" The lady on the line answered and I tuned out as Erling quickly explained to her that he needed an ambulance quickly, his girlfriend was hemorrhaging, bleeding out.

Bleeding out? Who?

I looked at his face confused, then followed his gaze as he was talking on the phone.

He looked distressed.

I looked down under my covers.

I was lying in a pool of blood.

I was bleeding out.

I quickly looked up at his face again, scared. He ended the call, collapsing on his knees in front of me, crying while kissing my hand.

He was holding my hand so tight.

"Baby please hold on, they are going to be here in a moment... Everything is going to be alright, I promise, just please, hold on" he begged.

"I'm scared..."

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[apoemaday]

The Hurting Kind

by Ada Limón

1.

On the plane I have a dream I’ve left half my torso on the back porch with my beloved. I have to go

back for it, but it’s too late, I’m flying and there’s only half of me.

Back in Texas, the flowers I’ve left on the counter have wilted and knocked over the glass— I stay alone there so the flowers are more than flowers.

At the funeral parlor with my mother, we are holding her father’s suit, and she says, He’ll swim in these.

For a moment, I’m not sure what she means, until I realize she means the clothes are too big.

I go with her like a shield in case they try to up-sell her— the ornate urn, the elaborate body box.

It is a nice bathroom in the funeral parlor, so I take the opportunity to change my tampon.

When I come out my mother says, Did you have to change your tampon?

And it seems a vulgar life all at once. Or not vulgar, but not simple.

I’m driving her now to the Hillside Cemetery where we meet with Rosie who is so nice we want her to work everywhere. Rosie as my dentist. Rosie as my president.

My shards are showing, I think. But I do not know what I mean so I fix my face in the rearview, a face with thousands of headstones behind it. Minuscule flags, plastic flowers.

You can’t sum it up, my mother says as we are driving and the electronic voice repeats, Turn Left onto Wildwood Canyon Road,

so I turn left, happy for the mundane instructions. Let us robot at once.

Tell me where to go. Tell me how to get there.

She means a life, of course. You cannot sum it up.

2.

A famous poet said he never wanted to hear another poem about a grandmother or a grandfather.

I imagine him with piles of faded yolk-colored paper, overloaded with loops of swooping cursive, anemic lyrics

misspelling mourning and morning. But also, before they arrive, there’s a desperate hand scribbling a memory, following

the cat of imagination into each room. What is lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt. She did what?

Once, when I thought I had decided not to have children, a woman said, But who are you to kill your own bloodline?

I told my friend D that and she said, What if you want to kill your own bloodline, kill like it’s your job?

In the myth of La Llorona, she drowns her children to destroy her cheating husband. But maybe she was just tired.

After her husband of 76 years has died, my grandmother, (yes, I said it, grandmother, grandmother) leans to me and says,

Now teach me poetry.

3.

Sticky packs of photographs heteromaniacal postcards.

The war.      The war.        The war. Bikini girls, tight curls, the word gams.

Land boom. Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. Southern Pacific.

We ask my Grandma Allamay about her mother for a form.

Records and wills. Evidence of life. For a moment she can’t remember her mother’s maiden name.

She says, Just tell them she never wanted me. That should be enough.

“Red sadness is the secret one,” writes Ruefle. Redlands

was named after the soil. Allamay can still hold a peach in her hand

and judge its number by its size. Tell you where it would go in the box

if you’re packing peaches for a living. Which she did,

though she hated the way the hairs hurt her hands.

4.

Why do we quickly dismiss our ancient ones? Before our phones stole the light of our faces, shiny and blue in the televised night,

our elders worked farms and butchered and trapped animals and swept houses and returned to each other after long hours and told stories.

In order for someone to be “good” do they have to have seen the full tilt world? Must they believe what we believe?

My grandmother keeps a picture of her president in the top drawer of her dresser, and once when she was delusional she dreamt

he had sent her and my grandfather on a trip to Italy.  He paid for it all, she kept repeating.

That same night on her ride to the hospital, she talks to the medical technician and says,

All my grandchildren are Mexican.

She says it proudly. She repeats it to me on the phone

5.

Once, a long time ago, we sat in the carport of my grandparents’ house in Redlands, now stolen for eminent  domain,

now the hospital parking lot, no more coyotes or caves where the coyotes would live. Or the grandfather clock

in the house my grandfather built. The porch above the orchard. All gone.

We sat in the carport and watched the longest snake I’d ever seen undulate between the hanging succulents.

They told me not to worry, that the snake had a name,

the snake was called a California King,

glossy black with yellow stripes like wonders wrapping around him.

My grandparents, my ancestors, told me never to kill a California King, benevolent

as they were, equanimous like earth or sky, not

toothy like the dog Chacho who barked at nearly every train whistle or roadrunner.

Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort of horse he had growing up. He said,

Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong.

I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers.

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

My grandfather carried that snake to the cactus, where all sharp things could stay safe.

6.

You can’t sum it up. A life.

I feel it moving through me, that snake, his horse Midge sturdy and nothing special,

traveling the canyons and the tumbleweeds hunting for rabbits before the war.

My grandmother picking peaches. Stealing the fruit from the orchards as she walked

home. No one said it was my job to remember.

I took no notes though I’ve stared too long. My grandfather, before he died, would have told

anyone that would listen, that he was ordinary,

that his life was a good one, simple, he could never understand why anyone would want to write

it down. He would tell you straight up he wasn’t brave. And my grandmother would tell you right now

that he is busy getting the house ready for her. Visiting now each night and even doing the vacuuming.

I imagine she’s right. It goes on and on, their story. They met in first grade in a one room school house,

I could have started there, but their story, their story is endless and ongoing. All of this

is a conjuring. I will not stop this reporting of attachments. There is evidence everywhere.

There’s a tree over his grave now, and soon her grave too

though she is tough and says, If I ever die,

which is marvelous and maybe why she’s still alive.

I see the tree above the grave and think, I’m wearing

my heart on my leaves. My heart on my leaves.

Love ends. But what if it doesn’t?

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 17 Adoration

(Spoilers as this episode is out before other ones)

-Andre bonding with the child Audrey the supposed love of his life had with another man.

-I pity that man, changed everything about himself for love… it’s actually kind of sad. Because it’s clear he fell for the wrong person.

-Zoe got someone she is in love with. I’d say it’s Marinette, because she has LITERALLY no other people she has seen interacting with. But I doubt it will appear since this is an international show. So my bet is they will imply it without saying it, plus, Zoe doesn’t show the photo she was gonna bury.

-oh so Zoe is in 8th grade while Marinette is in 9th grade. So at least that conforms Audrey cheated on Andre AFTER having Chloe, Damn

-so those two are the reps. Also. Marc is a year younger than them. Interesting

-oh the zoenette is strong in this one

-The storage of all the gifts she made for Adrien, which needs cleaning out. Guess Marinette chilled out about things. Good on her.

-huh… this is the first time we actually get a full on tour of her room. (We see it a lot, but never knew how she divided her stuff up. Neat.

-Oh the hidden adrien simp board is new. Love the touch. (I love the little sticky drawings)

-That probably hurt Zoe more than she would let on.

-not gonna lie I know Andre isn’t his real name, but I get why he changed it. It’s a mouthful.

-the butlers name is Armand!?

-Zoe knows everyone in the hotel. Good. Glad that girl is respectful to the people that help run the place. (Zoe + 3 respect)

-And Chloe and Sabrina are there… what a shock (not really)

- Yea the show really just removed any and all character development they had for Chloe and squeezed it into Zoe. Points for Zoe standing up to Chloe.

-At least Audrey is still in character.

-Andre really be like (I prefer the daughter that was born from another man banging my wife than my own) points to the Simp mayor

-I take it back Anax as a nickname sounds kind of dope

-You ever just see a character on screen and hope a piano falls on him? Yes I’m talking about Gabriel that sterilized tampon

-now Nathalie here being the GOAT with only one line. Respect for Nathalie. Girl really gave up on her simp tendencies and decided to just be the mother Adrien needs

-Gabriel really be the worst. Looks like Lila gonna cook up something

-seems Zoe forgot about the photo is out. Which I bet will cause a misunderstanding with her hiding it.

-What exactly does Sabrina have morals in? Also side note, PUNCHING BAG?! Really?

-Yea, Chloe just be mustache twirling evil

-Vanisher is back and with Dog powers

-Lila literally plotted an akumatization.

-if I had a dollar for everytime Someone couldn’t tell Marinette they were in love with her. I’d have 2 nickles. Which isn’t a lot but weird it happened twice

-Marinette is pretty clever figuring out all the details… EXCEPT THE FACT THAT ITS HER!?

-Marinette shows she supports Love is Love.

-Op she thought it was a he, to bad Marinette you failed the game. Rip.

-wait did Marinette just condone polyamory? I might have read that wrong

-Marinette consulting Alya on the matter

-oh so that’s how Marinette gets the assumption it’s Adrien. To be fair, I’d have come to that conclusion at some point to.

-oh I can feel the awkward situation coming in 3…2….1….

-Zoe, thinking (wow I reall fell for a simp)

-ah yes the cringe is finally here, now to spend the next Hour trying to watch the episode.

-OOOO A MONTAGE, so how many items can be retrieved via one whistle blow

- They really replaced Luka with Nino. Wait… DOES THAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS! Was the truth finally revealed?!

-I get the plan now, they are framing her for stealing stuff. So basically what Lila did in the episode Ladybug. That’s not surprising but also kind of mid. I was expecting more pizzaz. Side note, Zoe was with her the whole time? Also why would she steal from her parents?

-The Chloe accusing her part was clever, because the motive of Chloe walking in to yell at Marinette is very believable

- okay I take it back, this plan has Pizzaz. But the fact everyone sort of just believes it even her own parents? Like come on? And with an akuma litterally anything is possible.

-And Marinette caught on, sees vanisher thanks to the flowers.

-Chloé legit has a Gold phone?!

-Zoe is taking the blame! Zoe no!?

-Oh! Vanisher can just call back whatever she wants. Proof is in the pudding. Good thing Marinette is ladybug. Piñata time!!! Viva piñata

-yum ladynoir crumbs

- Rip Luka’s guitar

-Chloe now getting stared down

-So confession time!

-Well she never outright say it… but She pretty much says it and Marinette confirms it though turns her down. I’m surprised they did that much

-I was complaining earlier about subtlety but this was tastefully done.

-I FUCKING KNEW SHE WAS DOWN BAD SINCE DAY ONE!

-Good on Zoe for encouraging Marinette. Even though she got turned down. But at least it was canon

-Oh damn Marinette is gonna confess

-SHE DID IT FOLKS! She fucking did it! And Adrien is receptive! Will we get a kiss!?

-GABRIEL YOU COCKBLOCKING FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE! I WILL END YOU!

-My heart breaks for Marinette

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7/10

It was a fine episode, I think a lot of it felt padded out, and while I enjoyed the first few minutes and the LAST few minutes were epic. The rest of the episode felt… meh.

Yea Adrien is a sentimonster. There is no denying it. Like I’m sorry for the hood outs. This episodes ending confirmed it completely. Which may be the reason I’m not gonna rate it higher.

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

How are the Girl Dinner ladies like helping us out during our periods? More specifically with cramps and the occasional cravings [Sorry if you don't wanna answer this]

~♥️ anon

Oh I love talking about shit like this! I have to deal with period bullshit and I hate how hush hush people are about it :/

Jill: She is the queen of period comfort. She'll make sure you have everything you need and will remind you to swap out your pad or tampon on time. She believes in stretching and will help you do small exorcises that don't hurt. If you're dealing with cramps she suggests a nice warm bath, the heat will help with the cramps and bathing will help you feel less like a slug

Rose: She's a total believer of your body knows best so any cravings you have will be met in full. She makes you a little nest of blankets and pillows and helps you get up out of it when you need to change out your pad or tampon. She's got your heating pad right next to you in the nest but also suggests an orgasm or two could ease the pain. She normally loves going down on you but this is almost better, your blood and arousal mixing on her tongue, and she gets to make you feel good, what could be better?

Janette: She's less about comfort and more about knowing how to survive even when you feel like shit. She started he period pretty young and on set too, one of the ladies in costuming gave her the basic run down of how to use a pad and some Ibuprofen and told her to suck it up because she's back on in five. since then she's gotten he hands on some actual pain killers because her cramps are the devil and she'll give some to you if yours are bad too. She's not kinder to you on your period but she pities you if that's any comfort

Josephine: She assumes you're dying. Not because she doesn't get them, but because hers are such a bitch to deal with. She usually treats you like you're made of glass but this takes it to a whole new level. You'll have to remind her that you'd actually like to be able to touch and cuddle with your girlfriend while the world sucks. Once you do though she calms down a bit and asks you if there's anything you'd like before you two settle down and snuggle. Her hands are huge and warm and will be draped across your stomach, back, hips, where ever you got cramps she'll put her hands and they work like lovable little heating pads

Bow: She's pretty clueless on the whole thing. She bleeds every month to be sure but hers are pretty light and she doesn't really cramp at all so she's not too sure why you're dreading this so much. Once it hits she gets it. She's basically an empath seeing as she's a bit of a dog so she can tell how much pain you're in. She'll bring you all her favorite toys, even the pair of underwear she was hiding from you! Once you tell he what you actually need she's on it. Don't pay attention to that crashing sound you heard or how she's limping a little bit she's fine

Nikki: Is generally pretty caring but if you try to get out of bed she goes full dom on you. She makes you accept her care, no ifs ands or buts about it, you are resting and taking care of yourself. Now, she knows you might have to go out and do something but she always tries to come with you and holds your arm the whole time in case a bad cramp tries to knock you down. She knows a lot of deferent massages and will try to work out any achiness you might have

Shauna: She has a huge stash of sweets just for this. She lies with you on the couch turns on a movie to distract you and feeds you candies. She makes a big silly deal out of it too "More chocolate my beloved?" like she's feeding grapes to an emperor or something. Moonpie also likes to help, snuggling up to you and purring away as a cute white noise machine

Irene: She buys you everything you need, will ask you your pussy size in the store even though she's seen it before. Will also buy you every type of food you've ever liked and a new heating pad for good measure. She tries to be your little servant for the week but if all you want is cuddles she can make that happen too

Bonnie: She's not giving time off for this, sorry :). She's defiantly just doing this to see you suffer and totally not to monitor your symptoms and see if you're ok, that would be crazy. Oh, would you look at that, Clark left this bottle of pain killers after his shift, that's soooooooooo weird, maybe you should take some, it would be really funny if they weren't pain killers and you got all loopy. Oh, they were real pain killers, darn, what a boring turn of events

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey sex witch!

sorry if this isn't completely your thing, i don't know how much period stuff you do, but i figured it couldn't hurt to ask. i was wondering if you have any advice on how to remove a tampon- i've tried them a few times before and the insertion is always painless, i can't feel it when it's in there, but i try to pull it out and it feels like something is about to tear, even if it's completely full- i figure i must be doing something wrong?

hi anon,

at risk of asking something very obvious, have you tried using different tampons?

tampons with lighter absorbencies are generally smaller and thinner, which may make them easier to remove, and different brands may have different shapes and sensations to contend with. this may be as simple as just changing up what you're working with.

[away-ward]

I like your characterization of will so much better than mine. Its hard to wrap my head around the fact that he didn’t really grovel. Emmy was just sort of forced to accept him without really seeing that big of a change in him. Another thing is he was all talk no action when it came to his declarations of love towards em. Again I struggle with the fact that will COULD be loyal towards her when his past indicates otherwise. I feel like your characterization of will is closer to pd’s version (I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️) than the one in my head where I think he is undeserving of emmy.

Hiya! Thanks so much, I guess 😅 I know I take a more positive interpretation of Will than most. It makes me happy that people seem more appreciative of it than totally put off.

I don't know how close my interpretation is to PDs actually. Like with the tampon thing? I was aghast that Will wouldn't immediately go get the tampons for Emory. After everything he's put her through, store runs are the very least he can do for the love of his life, his very own dream girl. No matter how "embarrassing" it is. 30-year-old Will crying over being seen with a box of tampons?

#Not-my-Will

But anyway. I think one of the reasons I don't have a problem with the idea of Will's loyalty is because I don't think Will's ever been in a committed relationship, so we don't know how seriously he takes his commitments. What we do know is that he is loyal, almost to a fault, and that he loves Emory more than anything else, and has for a long time. He doesn't have a track record of betrayal. I'd be more worried about Damon, or even Michael, than Will, honestly. It seems to me that people are worried about Will because he was so open about his sex life.

To me, his exploits with women have always been a way to kill time, have fun, and forget Emory. When he no longer needs to do any of those things, his need for free, quick sex with randos would also be absent (because he's getting it from Emory). None of those women ever mattered, except for Alex on a friendship level, but I've never seen them as being unable to resist each other. At least, not like how he's unable to resist Emory. Alex and Will have always just be keeping each other company in my eyes until they could be happy again.

I've also never minded him not grovelling, but that doesn't mean I think their resolution and finally committing to each other was perfect. I would have loved a little more give on Will's part. I agree that he got off too easy, but I see that more of an error in the story than with the character. He acknowledged his mistakes and that showed me that he had a readjustment in his thinking.

However, in PDs q&a on Goodreads before Nightfall came out, they answered someone's ask indicating that Will was the most justified in his hatred towards Emory, which told me that PD thought Emory deserved to carry some responsibility and guilt for what happened. This is something I don't agree with, but I conclude that it's the reason Will doesn't grovel more - PD thinks he doesn't have to because there's an equal amount of pain, hurt, and regret on both sides. I do think that both had a share in the pain and hurt, but I don't think it's equal.

Whatever. He admitted he was wrong. The rest of the making it up to her can happen in my imagination. And it does!

It so does.

Well, kudos to you for sticking with an OTP when you don't feel that one deserves the other, or even really like one half of the pairing. I've always felt a little bad when I see that happen to other people. Hope you're able to find a way to like will so you full appreciate everything that willemmy can be - in your own way, of course. Find a way that works for you. It's a lot more fun that way.

Thanks for the message!

-KO

[sneezyminniejo]

My girl Haneul needs love 💞💞

And I'd like to request a Haneul request for her time of the month, and she feels bad as the leader taking a break and she has horrible cramps and she's really nauseous and tired and emotional and moody. But she's doing her best for her members.

Here it is, hope you enjoy

TW period

Santa Claus has Come to Town

Haneul had woken up to her alarm wishing that she didn’t need to get up yet. She had spent pretty much the entire night tossing and turning. In all honesty she probably only got an hour of sleep if that. She was the last one to wake up this morning and she sluggishly got ready for the day. She wasn’t feeling great, and she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t until she had begun to change her clothes that she realized why she wasn’t feeling well. She groaned as she grabbed a tampon and finished getting dressed.

Haneul wasn’t feeling any better by the time she finished getting dressed, but she wasn’t feeling any worse either. At least not until, she walked onto the living room and found that Christmas music was playing full volume on somebody's phone, with the other four belting along. How she hadn’t heard them until now, well she assumes they just started. Unfortunately, with the loud singing, Haneul realized that she also had a headache. Whether it’s from the lack of sleep or her getting her monthly, it really didn’t matter. She just wanted her members to quiet down. Instead of trying to get anyone’s attention, she just walked over to the light switch and turned off the lights. Joey grabbed their phone and turned off the music and everyone turned towards the leader.

“Can we keep it down please. I didn’t sleep last night and I have a headache.” Haneul didn’t say that she was on her period, in part that her household was her, her father, and three brothers, so she wasn’t used to outwardly talking about something like her monthly cycle. Also the fact that she’s now living with four other women, and all of them will be getting their periods. So she felt it would be a bit weird to complain about it.

Haneul had found that she wasn’t very hungry at breakfast and really only ate one piece of toast. She knew that she needed to go to practice today. The group’s debut was just around the corner, so they couldn’t afford any of them taking time off without due cause. The leader was finishing getting ready and was currently in the process of putting her shoes on, when Jihye stopped her.

“Unnie, would you like some tylenol for your headache?” The eldest asked, holding the small pill bottle. Haneul pinched the bridge of her nose before nodding her head. She truly did not understand why Jihye called all of them unnie, but no amount of correction seemed to work. It would be interesting to see how long it takes fans to realize that she is in fact the oldest and not the maknae. Haneul held out her hand and Jihye handed her a pill and a glass of water. “Thanks Ji unnie.” Haneul said before the group of five went out the door.

The group arrived at the dance studio and set up to begin working on the choreo for their title track. The choreographer already had everything planned out, but the group was still very much learning all of the moves. Unfortunately, today was one of the days that the choreographer wasn’t going to be in, so the group had to rely on the recording they had of the choreographer and other dancers employed by the company.

The five girls had only been dancing for about two and a half hours, when Haneul began feeling pain in her lower abdomen. She had hoped that the tylenol she had taken earlier would have helped, but her cramps were either just that painful, or the pain meds were beginning to wear off. The leader decided to call for a water break and sat down holding her side. Of course, it didn’t take long for the others to notice Haneul’s crouched figure.

“Unnie, are you okay?” Nari asked. Haneul nodded her head, but wasn’t very convincing.

“You’re obviously in pain Hannie. What hurts?” JJ asked

“I’m fine, unnie.” Haneul said as she stood up. Only the way she was slightly hunched over with her hand resting on her side was not the slightest bit convincing. Haneul sighed, she clearly wasn’t going to be able to brush off her symptoms. Her members were far too observant.

“I’m on my period.” She whispered. Only Joey had heard, but the older member had little to no shame and quickly announced to the room, “Santa Claus has come to town girls.” Needless to say, everyone was confused.

“Um, unnie, Christmas isn’t for like another two weeks. What do you mean Santa came to town?” Daeun asked.

Joey just grinned before explaining. “Think about it. Little red dude comes down the chimney-” They were interrupted by Jihye. “Oh my god, Joey stop.” Jihye put a hand over JJ’s mouth and the other three were slowly realizing what JJ was saying. Nari and Daeun started laughing at the ridiculousness of the statement and Haneul looked absolutely mortified.

“Seriously though, unnie if you need to sit for a bit because you’re cramping too badly, it’s not a problem.” Jihye said.

“But I’m the leader, and we still have so much to do before we debut. I can’t just take a break.” Nari snorted at this.

“Unnie, you clearly haven’t been feeling well all morning. Be absolutely honest. What would you rather be doing right now practicing, or be curled up on the couch with a heating pad?” Haneul didn’t even have to think about it.

“Heating pad. I really don’t feel good right now.” The other four nodded and began packing up their things.

“What about practice?” Haneul asked, clearly still preoccupied with their upcoming debut.

“It’s fine if we take a day off. Besides, we can film a fun video of us decorating the dorm for Christmas.” Joey said. The other members including Haneul got excited at the idea of finally decorating the dorm. The leader agreed to pack up her things and head back to the dorm.

Upon arriving at the dorm Haneul wound up on the couch while Nari looked for a heating pad. Daeun went to the closet to find the Christmas decorations they had gotten a month ago when they found out they were going to debut and knew that they could decorate. Joey went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for everyone. And Jihye, hooked her phone up to the bluetooth speaker and began blasting Santa Claus is Coming to Town. This garnered mixed reactions from the other.

[love-to-love-puppies]

I have a reusable disk (there are also single-use ones if that's what you prefer)

I've used both the cup and disk and for my own anatomy, I prefer the disk.

Both take time to get used to. The disk sits far further back than you're used to but folds up better than the cup. And both can be really difficult and frustrating at first. Best advice is:

Relax, don't tense up too much when inserting it. Hard to do the first time

Run the cup or disk under hot water to soften it. Once it's used to the shape of your body this won't be as necessary, but it still helps for me when I'm just spotting and my flow isn't heavy

If it hurts or leaks it's probably not in correctly. Mild discomfort of just noticing it in you is normal at first and it'll probably sort itself out and you won't notice it within like 5 minutes. If it doesn't, you'll probably need to fix it

Change them at home if possible, it can be messy. I won't lie about that, usually have to wipe myself down and press my legs together to rinse it in the sink/bathtub. For this reason many people will use the disposable disks. They're still less waste than tampons and without the chemicals. But not having to rinse them out is a perk for some people

If you absolutely have to do it in a public bathroom, just pull it out, dump it, and wipe it down with toilet paper before you put it back in. Rinsing it can wait until you get home

I've always cleaned mine with the soaps I normally use. So long as it's rinsed thoroughly and no soap is left behind, you probably won't have any issues unless you are particularly sensitive to cleansers. I've never boiled mine. The disk doesn't even say to do that. If you're really prone to UTI's that might be a good idea (to be clear it's never given me a UTI) but cleaning it well should suffice

It will discolor. It will turn brown because of the staining from the blood. So long as the silicone isn't breaking down and becoming sticky or has odor that doesn't go away it's fine

They say that the longevity of the product depends on your PH, and they recommend replacing after 5 years. I've had products longer than that and never noticed an issue

The risk of TSS is less because it doesn't leave particulates like tampons, but it's not zero and they are easy to forget about. The blood might have a strange odor if you let it go too long. Usually should be gone by the next time you change it

Cups can't be used with IUD's. Disks say they can, but if you've just had one inserted I would recommend waiting at least three few months for your body to get used to the IUD before using the disk

*Note I forgot to add: disks empty themselves whenever you're "bearing down" on the toilet, so it's not leaking but it can be weird at first!! It also makes it easier to go the full time if you have a larger flow and if you empty it first before you take it out, it's less of a mess

Unfortunately, these products are not a solution for everyone. Pads are still a good option, and there are some more expensive tampon brands that claim to be just cotton that might be exempt from these chemicals (do your own research there) but it's important to find what works for you

my period is back again and id like to take this moment to remind everyone with a uterus to avoid using tampons at all costs, if you can. a recent study was conducted with 14 different popular brands of tampons, revealing that every single one of them contained toxic metals such as lead, arsenic, and more.

[shuchu]

Hi hi!!

If your requests are open may I please request period comfort with ikey?

If your not comfy with this please just ignore!!

Hope your doing well~

<3

hi anon!! thank you for sending this request in, my apologies for my tardiness ╥﹏╥ writer's block is really hitting me, but i hope you enjoy these headcanons for ikey ♡

note: afab! reader

you knew that your period was coming so you prepared in advance — putting on a pad/tampon before heading to bed.

the next morning, you were woken up by the familiar yet annoying feeling of your period cramps in your lower abdomen.

yep, it's here. right on time. and it hurts just as much as the last time if not more.

you sigh inwardly and turn to look at your boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you. you were immobilised from the pain and you didn't want to wake him up, so you had no choice but to just stare at the ceiling, wishing that the pain would magically go away.

after what seemed like an hour, you hear ike start to rouse. he does a little stretch and his eyes slowly flutter open.

"good morning my love."

"good morning ikey." you muster a smile, trying not to let your face twist in pain from the intense cramps.

ike sees through your facade and moves closer to rub your back.

"it's that time of the month again huh?" ike's eyes are full of concern as he looks at you.

"yeah...i can't really move because it hurts so much." you respond with a strained voice, your face twisting in pain.

ike would know when your period is coming because he would note it down on his calendar in his phone

beforehand, he would prepare a bag full of things that you would need, like pads, tampons, snacks and a hot water bottle

he would then bring in that bag and set it on the bed, he calls it "the y/n care package"

if you wanted to go change your pad/tampon, he'd princess carry you to the bathroom and carry you back to the bed

seeing you in so much pain makes him feel sad

"i'm so sorry that you have to go through this every month. i wish you didn't have to."

he would then run off to go put hot water in the hot water bottle for you and also bring some painkillers if you wanted to take them

if you wanted any other snack or had any cravings for a particular food, he'd run to the store to go get it

you'd feel bad that he's spending all this time taking care of you when you know how much work he has waiting for him

but he always assures you that he would take care of you first, make sure you're okay before going off to do his work

if he really needed to get work done, he'd bring his laptop into the bedroom to work on the side while one of his hands is rubbing your back/lower abdomen

if you hadn't prepared beforehand and stained the bed ...

he would assure you that he's not bothered by it at all

"sweetheart, every person that has a uterus goes through this every month, it's normal. don't worry okay? i'm not grossed out by it at all."

he'd then run you a hot bath and princess carry you to the bathroom

while you're in the bath, he'd go put the sheets in the washing machine and put on some new ones

he'd then get some painkillers and place them on the bathroom counter if you wanted to take it

after you're done with your bath, he'd carry you back to bed and ask if you need him to go get anything from the store

after you give him a list of things to get, he'd run off to the store to grab everything

when he's back he'd lay everything out on the bed, putting some on the bedside table as well

then he'd grab his laptop and hop back into bed to cuddle you

"i'm so sorry my love, i hope you don't mind me doing some work on the side, i just have a lot i need to get done."

if he notices that you're getting sleepy, he'd read you a poem or sing to you till you fall asleep

he'd then kiss your forehead and continue doing his work, making sure to always be by your side

ike is 100% husband material, i don't make the rules the rest of the luxiem boys will be posted sometime soon, i'll put the link to that on here once i've posted it ♡

[isleofgont]

The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón

1.

On the plane I have a dream I’ve left half my torso on the back porch with my beloved. I have to go

back for it, but it’s too late, I’m flying and there’s only half of me.

Back in Texas, the flowers I’ve left on the counter have wilted and knocked over the glass— I stay alone there so the flowers are more than flowers.

At the funeral parlor with my mother, we are holding her father’s suit, and she says, He’ll swim in these.

For a moment, I’m not sure what she means, until I realize she means the clothes are too big.

I go with her like a shield in case they try to up-sell her— the ornate urn, the elaborate body box.

It is a nice bathroom in the funeral parlor, so I take the opportunity to change my tampon.

When I come out my mother says, Did you have to change your tampon?

And it seems a vulgar life all at once. Or not vulgar, but not simple.

I’m driving her now to the Hillside Cemetery where we meet with Rosie who is so nice we want her to work everywhere. Rosie as my dentist. Rosie as my president.

My shards are showing, I think. But I do not know what I mean so I fix my face in the rearview, a face with thousands of headstones behind it. Minuscule flags, plastic flowers.

You can’t sum it up, my mother says as we are driving and the electronic voice repeats, Turn Left onto Wildwood Canyon Road,

so I turn left, happy for the mundane instructions. Let us robot at once.

Tell me where to go. Tell me how to get there.

She means a life, of course. You cannot sum it up.

2.

A famous poet said he never wanted to hear another poem about a grandmother or a grandfather.

I imagine him with piles of faded yolk-colored paper, overloaded with loops of swooping cursive, anemic lyrics

misspelling mourning and morning. But also, before they arrive, there’s a desperate hand scribbling a memory, following

the cat of imagination into each room. What is lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt. She did what?

Once, when I thought I had decided not to have children, a woman said, But who are you to kill your own bloodline?

I told my friend D that and she said, What if you want to kill your own bloodline, kill like it’s your job?

In the myth of La Llorona, she drowns her children to destroy her cheating husband. But maybe she was just tired.

After her husband of 76 years has died, my grandmother, (yes, I said it, grandmother, grandmother) leans to me and says,

Now teach me poetry.

3.

Sticky packs of photographs heteromaniacal postcards.

The war.      The war.        The war. Bikini girls, tight curls, the word gams.

Land boom. Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. Southern Pacific.

We ask my Grandma Allamay about her mother for a form.

Records and wills. Evidence of life. For a moment she can’t remember her mother’s maiden name.

She says, Just tell them she never wanted me. That should be enough.

“Red sadness is the secret one,” writes Ruefle. Redlands

was named after the soil. Allamay can still hold a peach in her hand

and judge its number by its size. Tell you where it would go in the box

if you’re packing peaches for a living. Which she did,

though she hated the way the hairs hurt her hands.

4.

Why do we quickly dismiss our ancient ones? Before our phones stole the light of our faces, shiny and blue in the televised night,

our elders worked farms and butchered and trapped animals and swept houses and returned to each other after long hours and told stories.

In order for someone to be “good” do they have to have seen the full tilt world? Must they believe what we believe?

My grandmother keeps a picture of her president in the top drawer of her dresser, and once when she was delusional she dreamt

he had sent her and my grandfather on a trip to Italy.  He paid for it all, she kept repeating.

That same night on her ride to the hospital, she talks to the medical technician and says,

All my grandchildren are Mexican.

[joyridingmp3]

shfksksbejkekd

[teiasviago]

Bereavement

Sequel to this fic that I wrote for day twenty-seven of febuwhump. The day’s prompt was “shower breakdown” and so I set it post-“Kitsunegari” as a continuation of Scully’s grief. For prpetualsunrise on AO3 and @mctaminy, who urged me to write this. @today-in-fic

Wet hair twisted into a towel and a soft sweater and pants outfit donned, Scully ventures out of her bathroom to play Mulder’s message, reaching up to dry her hair as she listens. “Hey, Scully,” he starts, “I hope you’re doing well. I’m just calling to say that the case in Poughkeepsie came through. If you want to discuss it, I can bring dinner. Just give me a call at any time and I’ll chauffeur your meal.” He chuckles weakly. “I really hope you’re doing alright.” The message cuts off after that and she sighs.

The phone only rings once before he picks up. “Mulder, it’s me. Bring Thai.”

—

Scully tunes into a classical station for background noise as they graze the takeout containers, Mulder yapping away about the case as she scans the file. She debates him half-heartedly, not really paying attention until their spoons clink as they reach for a spoonful from the same container.

“Oops,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up. A smile tugs at Scully’s lips. “Did something happen earlier in the office? You left disconcertingly fast.”

She licks her lips and averts her eyes, scooping more food into her bowl. “No, uh, nothing happened. I just wasn’t feeling well. I took something for it, though, so it’s fine.” Mulder nods slowly and she winces internally. She never was any good at lying, even when she mixed it with the truth. “Anyways, continue. What’s so alluring about this case in Poughkeepsie?”

—

Eventually, the meds wear off, and the cramping comes back full force. “Scully?” She looks at him. “What’s that look for?”

She exhales. “What look?”

Mulder nods his head at her. “That look. The one you get when you’re in pain. Did your meds wear off?”

“Yeah,” Scully admits with a nod, trying to stay present instead of falling back into her emotions from earlier. Not in front of Mulder, not in front of Mulder. If he sees her breakdown, he’ll make it his responsibility to help her feel better, but nothing can make this better. “I’ll be right back.”

—

She returns quickly, having changed her tampon and taken another dose of the pain meds, to see that Mulder’s begun packing up the food. They finish it silently, working around each other with ease until all that remains on the coffee table is the file.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks, voice gentle as his hand briefly comes to her back as they make their way to the couch once more.

Scully shakes her head, trying to ignore the phantom heat of his hand on her tattoo as they sit down. “I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“You’re sure that there’s nothing I can do?” The earnestness in his gaze keys her into the fact that he’s not only asking about her cramps, and tears gather in her eyes involuntarily.

“No—no, I’m fine, Mulder,” she lies, turning her gaze to the file.

“Scully,” he whispers, tentatively tucking her hair behind her ear. “Forgive me for asking, but, is it that time of the month?”

She huffs out a despondent laugh as she thumbs away the tears. “Yeah.”

“Oh, Scully, I’m sorry.” He wraps his arms around her securely as she allows herself to clutch at him, a sob wracking her still-bony frame, not yet filled out again from where the cancer carved away at her body. “You did the right thing.”

“I’ll be okay,” she says between sobs. “It just hurts right now.”

“You don’t ever need to be okay. Losing family is something that always hurts, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, sniffling. “I just—I don’t—I feel like you always have to save me. And I don’t want you to think that I need saving all the time.”

Mulder nuzzles her head and presses a kiss to her crown, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears. “I could never think that. If anything, I’m the one that needs saving all the time, not you. I would never think that you can’t save yourself sometimes. But I think it would be easier on both of us if we admit that everyone needs saving sometimes. Just because I’ve had to save you a few times—”

“More than a few, Mulder.”

“Alright, Scully, I’m trying to have a heart to heart with you right now,” he says, and she giggles wetly. “Anyways... I’ll always respect you. Just because I’ve had to save you a lot over the years doesn’t make you weak, or mean I see you as weak. You’ve saved me as much as I’ve saved you, even if you don’t realize it.”

Scully sniffles and lifts her head, meeting his eyes; the same ones that reflect a version of her grief back at her. She shifts against him further and reaches up, cupping his stubbled cheeks with reverence as she thumbs his lips. Wordlessly, she asks him for consent, and he gives it with a twitch of his lips into a half smile for a moment before bringing one hand down to the small of her back and the other to her elbow.

She leans forward and presses her lips to his, cradling his face in her hands for a long moment before pulling away, a sad smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispers, earnest, before snuggling into him with her head on his chest as she entwines their fingers together.

“Thank you.”