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kykyonthemoon · 1 year ago

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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.

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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.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

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.”

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lilacmingi · 1 year ago

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WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: ATEEZ x fem reader

Total word count: 8,580

Note: I tried to be vague here in terms of sanitary products since I know everyone has different preferences, but pads are mentioned in Mingi’s segment

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 홍중 | w.c. 900

Your eyes snapped open as you were awoken by a wave of painful cramps in your abdomen, the intensity so bad it made you physically react and curl in on yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in response. When that didn't bring any relief, you rolled over on your stomach, then onto your back with your arms resting on either side of your head as you stared at the ceiling.

You tried not to move around too much so as not to disturb your boyfriend, Hongjoong, who was sleeping soundly beside you. No doubt was he up half the night working on music, so you knew he needed his rest.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed to the bathroom and sifted thought your box of sanitary items to get something to put on before sliding back under the covers, silently praying the cramps would ease up enough for you to doze off.

Your fingers curled around the sheets, hands balled into fists as you tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, and the cramps were too much to bare, so much that an unconscious, quiet whimper slipped past your lips, your face twisted in agony as you pressed it into your pillow. You didn't realize you had woken up your sleeping boyfriend until he called your name drowsily.

"Y/n? You alright?"

There was no hiding it at this point.

"Just my period. You should go back to sleep."

He ignored your suggestion and propped himself on his elbow, eyes scanning you worriedly. "Are you hurting?"

You nodded.

"Is it bad?"

"Enough to keep me from going back to sleep." You winced as another intense wave of cramps hit your lower abdomen.

"Do you need some medicine?"

"I didn't want to take any unless I absolutely have to."

"I think you need some." He commented, pulling back the covers.

"No." You put your hand out, stopping him from getting up. "You were up late and I'm sure you've got to go to the company and work on music later today."

"I can work on it here just the same as I can at work. I've got all my equipment with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I'd rather be here at home to help take care of you anyway."

With that, he got up out of bed and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication to soothe your cramps.

"Here, love." He handed the bottle to you after returning to the bedroom, which you gratefully took, dropping a couple pills into your hand.

"Thanks." You popped the tablets into your mouth and washed them down with water before placing the bottle on the nightstand and slumping against the headboard with closed eyes.

A frown etched its way into Hongjoong's flawless features as he brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. Being a man, he was unsure of the amount of pain you were in or how intense it was. Despite that, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible during this time. He was fully aware that this was something you'd dealt with for a long time, yet he had a strong desire to care for you and help you through this time of the month. He cared for you too much to watch you suffer.

Your eyes opened to find Hongjoong still standing over you worriedly, his hand resting on top of your head.

"You can lay back down, you know." You chuckled softly.

He stayed in place for a couple seconds before giving in and crawling back into bed with you, his concerned gaze trained on you the entire time.

"Come here." You beckoned him over and he was by your side in an instant.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, his hand finding your lower abdomen and rubbing gentle circles over it.

"Of course I will. I just need to give this medicine time to kick in and do it's thing."

"How are your cramps?"

"They still hurt and I'm still uncomfortable, but the little massage feels nice."

"Good." He smiled, applying a little more pressure causing your eyelids to slide closed.

It's true, the massage was enough to lessen the pain, only the tiniest bit, but it was the gesture that counted.

"Are you feeling hot? Or cold? Are you getting chills? Do you need more blankets? If you're too hot I can turn the air conditioner up or bring a fan in here."

"You act like I'm sick or something." You tittered softly at his rambling. "This is just something I have to deal with every month. I'm used to it."

"That doesn't mean I can't take care of you."

"I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right." He grinned. "You still didn't answer my question."

A light chuckle left you. "I'm fine, Joong."

"Alright. I'll stop with the questions now. But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know. If you're craving something specific or need another bottle of water, anything, just say something."

A fond smile graced your features as you brought your hand up to Hongjoong's hair, lovingly running your fingers through it. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're just lucky, I guess." He grinned.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화 | w.c. 850

A knock at your front door sounded through your mostly quiet apartment as you lied in bed curled into a ball.

Not fully awake, you didn't register the persistent knocking for quite some time. Only when it got louder did you sit upright, letting out a frustrated groan. You had started your period the day before and your symptoms were terrible. Your cramps were so bad you had to lie down with a hot pack across your abdomen, the heat making you sweat, though every time you took the pack off, you got goosebumps along your skin and felt freezing cold. To make matters worse, there were breakouts on your face, blotting your skin with ugly, discolored spots, all of these things making you feel gross overall. You hoped whoever was at the door wasn't someone important as you went to answer it.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw your boyfriend standing outside.

"Seonghwa!" You exclaimed out of surprise, hurrying to cover your face. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Is it a bad time?"

Yes. Is what you wanted to say.

"I..." You trailed off.

"Are you sick?"

"No. I just look terrible right now."

"That doesn't bother me." He chuckled.

You flinched away when you felt his fingers trying to wrap around your wrists.

"No." You groaned, keeping your hands planted firmly on your face. "It's that time of the month and I'm sweaty, my clothes are soaked, my face is covered in breakouts, I'm bloated, and I'm cramping so so badly that I want to cry."

"Hey." He called out softly, pulling your hands away.

You avoided eye contact with him, not wanting him to see you in such a disheveled state.

His gaze softened when he looked at you, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"You still look beautiful to me."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew Seonghwa was a genuine person and maybe, even though it was hard to believe, you did look beautiful in his eyes.

"Come on. I have an idea." He took your hand, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind him before leading you to your bathroom.

You weren't sure what he had in mind, but whatever it was he seemed pleased with himself, so you weren't going to stop him.

Once in your bathroom, he let go of your hand and started rummaging through your cabinets.

"Alright, let's see." He muttered to himself, scanning the items in your bathroom closet.

"Hwa, what are you doing?" You finally asked, a light chuckle accompanying your question.

"I'm giving you a spa day."

"A spa day?" You echoed, your heart fluttering slightly.

"Yeah." He pulled a towel and washcloth from the bathroom closet. "You're feeling bad and what better way to help than to have a spa day? Plus, you deserve to be pampered."

You didn't know if it was your period or your overwhelming love and appreciation for Seonghwa, but you felt like crying.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, my love." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Bath or shower?"

"Shower."

Though a bath would be nice, nothing beat the feeling of hot water hitting your lower abdomen, right where the cramps were.

Seonghwa was nice enough to get the shower running for you, sticking his hand in to check the water temperature and make sure it was hot enough.

You thanked him as he left the room, removing your clothes after the door clicked shut. The warm steam hitting your skin as you stepped into the shower was a welcomed feeling. You managed to get through your usual shower routine, the hot water helping to soothe your persistently painful cramps, at least long enough for you to finish bathing.

Once out of the shower, you changed into the fresh pair of clothes you brought with you and used the feminine product you had laid out.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you found Seonghwa laid out on your bed.

"How was your shower?"

"Wonderful. I even cleansed my face while I was in there. I feel so refreshed."

"Well, we're not done yet." He got up off the bed. "Come on."

Guiding you back into the bathroom, Seonghwa opened up a little cabinet beside your sink where all your skincare products were stored and pulled out a small box of acne patches.

He plucked one of the star-shaped pimple patches off the plastic sheet, gently instructing you to stay still while he placed the patch onto your face, covering one of the blemishes.

"One more." He murmured, pulling off a second one and sticking it to your chin.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He placed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm fine for now. Thank you, though. What I would really like is to cuddle up in bed with you, a heating pad, and something to watch."

"I can arrange that." He smiled happily. "But first, let's get you some pain medicine for those pesky cramps."

"That sounds like a good idea."

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호 | w.c. 1,500

Music echoed throughout the practice room as Yunho danced, hitting each move with sharp precision. His facial expressions were intense and full of emotion as if he were putting on an actual performance on stage in front of fans.

You sat in a chair by the wall, watching him with a mesmerized gaze, enraptured by not only him, but his talent and overflowing passion for dancing. Every so often he would glance at you through the mirror, giving you a little smirk before continuing with his routine, knowing the effect he had on you, especially with the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up to show off his arms.

As you watched, you were suddenly hit with a wave of cramps so painful it caused you to lean forward a bit, almost curling in on yourself. Your face scrunched up in response to the sharp pain.

You had started your period the night before and was expecting to be hit with these terrible cramps sooner or later—it always happened. When you first start, things are light as your body prepares to run its natural cycle, then on the first official day it hits... and it hits hard. Normally, you're woken up in the early morning hours with the most awful cramps, one's that prevent you from sleeping for a while, but on days like this it hits when you're least expecting it.

Rummaging through your bag, you retrieved a small bottle of menstrual pain relief pills, grateful that you carried some with you at all times. Shaking one out into your palm, you grabbed the bottle of water by your chair and used it to take the medication, thankfully going unnoticed by Yunho. Though you wished it would work right away and rid you of this pain and discomfort, you knew that wouldn't happen.

Attempting to ignore the throbbing in your abdomen, you continued watching your boyfriend move across the wooden flooring of the practice room, hoping for a distraction.

Who were you kidding? Nothing could distract you from from the stabbing pain you were experiencing.

The song ended and Yunho moved over to mess with his phone, choosing another song to dance to, his chest heaving up and down as he huffed out short breaths.

"You're doing so good." You praised him, putting on a smile.

"Thanks." He panted. "I think I'm gonna do a couple more songs before I take a break."

"Don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"I know." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

The next song started to play and he moved back to the center of the room to begin the routine. You crossed your legs and wrapped your arms around your midsection, curling in a bit in an attempt to get some relief. It seemed one of the best positions to be in during your monthly was curling up in a ball, of course, you couldn't exactly do that right now as you were sitting in a chair.

Your cramps eased up for a moment only to return a few seconds later, goosebumps rising on your skin as the air in the practice room suddenly felt cooler than it was moments before. At the same time, you felt yourself starting to sweat a bit.

Great. You groaned internally.

These were the worst kind of cramps; the ones where you're hot but you're cold at the same time, unable to find a comfortable temperature.

Halfway through the song, Yunho noticed your behavior. He caught you squeezing your eyes shut every so often, seeing an uncomfortable expression on your face and the stiffness in your posture. His dancing immediately ceased as he headed towards you, turning the music down.

"Are you okay, love? You look a little washed out." He commented, placing his hand on your forehead. "What's going on?"

"I got hit with the worst cramps ever." You groaned, giving up your act as you slumped forward in both defeat and agony.

"Oh, baby." Yunho cooed, crouching on the floor beside you, his hand rubbing your back. "Do you need some medicine?"

"I took some a few minutes ago. Just waiting for it to kick in."

"Why don't I take you home so you can rest."

"No. You need to practice."

"I've been practicing long enough. You need to be somewhere with a heating pad."

"That sounds nice." You sighed, imagining the soothing heat pressed against your aching lower abdomen.

"Let's go."

"I can't help but feel like I'm preventing you from practicing." You murmured after stepping into the elevator.

"You're not." He assured you, grabbing hold of your hand. "I wanted to get a little practice in and I did."

The last thing you wanted was to be a burden. Yunho was a famous K-pop idol whose group had a giant fanbase. He needed to practice hard and spend hours at the company to perfect and improve his dancing and performance skills. Somehow, you felt you were a distraction that would cause your boyfriend to get in trouble with the entertainment company for "slacking off".

Yunho, who could tell by the distant look in your eyes that you were lost in a whirl of troublesome and perhaps even negative thoughts, gave your hand a light squeeze, bringing you back to reality.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Dancing really worked up my appetite."

"Yeah." You nodded. "I had a light breakfast so I could definitely go for some food."

"Good. We can go back to the dorm and I'll order us something. You can pick whatever you want. Oh, I have a heating pad too. That should help with your cramps."

"But I don't have any... stuff there." You responded.

You had one or two menstrual items with you in your bag, but that wouldn't be enough to last you a visit at Yunho's.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. I can stop by a store on the way and buy whatever you need."

His offer was so sweet it had you falling for him all over again.

"You don't have to do all that."

"I don't mind." His round eyes sparkled with the genuine desire to help you out in any way he possibly could.

The elevator doors slid open and the both of you headed through the lobby and out onto the sidewalk where Yunho's car was parked on the curb.

At the dorm, Yunho handed you the plastic bag with the feminine products he had purchased for you on the way.

"What would you like to eat? I can go ahead and order it."

After going through a list of things you were craving, you decided on one and let Yunho know.

Just before he left the room to place the order, he stopped at the doorway. "If you want to change into something more comfortable, you have free range of my closet."

As soon as he left the room, you wasted no time scurrying over to his closet and rummaging through his shirts. What you currently had on was comfortable, but there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity to wear Yunho's clothes.

Pulling one of your favorite shirts of his from the closet, you brought it with you to the bathroom where you switched out feminine products and changed into the cozy shirt.

Yunho returned just a couple minutes later to inform you the order had been placed before rummaging through his closet, pulling out a heating pad.

"Come on." He beckoned, pulling back the covers of his bed and nodding towards the empty space.

You slid under the sheets, staring up at Yunho who worked to plug up the pad.

"You should lie down and use this while we wait on the food. Then maybe your cramps will be gone and you can fully enjoy your meal."

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words.

Yunho laid the heating pad across your stomach before resting his hand on top of it.

"How's that feel?" His gentle voice asked.

"So good." You sighed out, closing your eyes. "My cramps eased up a bit on the ride over here, but this heat is doing wonders."

"Good." The smile in Yunho's voice was evident as he leaned in, brushing your hair away from your forehead to place a gentle kiss there.

You peeled your eyes open to see Yunho grabbing his dog-shaped body pillow which he designed for his birthday merchandise.

"Here. You can hold Pudeongie."

You chuckled, taking the pillow from him and hugging it to your side. Though you preferred to cuddle with Yunho, you couldn't exactly do that with the heating pad laying over your lower abdomen.

"Thank you for taking care of me." You hummed.

"You're welcome, beautiful." He combed a hand through your hair. "I need to get a quick shower and wash all this sweat off. Then we can cuddle properly while we wait for our food."

A content smile settled onto your features. "That sounds perfect."

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c. 1,000

Twice. That's how many times you cried over a commercial that day. Why? Well, you were blaming it on your period, especially since grocery store commercials didn't normally tug at your heartstrings on a normal day. I mean, how can you possibly keep it together when there's a commercial about an animated man who's little granddaughter pulls out an old recipe book from his deceased wife that he hadn't opened in years?

You were wiping away tears that were threatening to spill when your phone chimed from its spot beside you on the couch. Flipping the device over, you were met with your boyfriend's contact photo taking up the entirety of your screen. It was a FaceTime call. Your thumb swiped to accept the call, holding the phone up so he could see you.

"Hi, angel." He flashed that heart-melting smile of his, waving to the camera.

Judging by the background, he was at his dorm in his bedroom.

"Hi, Sangie."

His large eyes suddenly became sad, worried even, while his lips stuck into a pout. "Were you crying? Are you okay?"

"Oh." You glanced at yourself in the camera, noticing the slightly glossy look your eyes were currently sporting.

It wasn't super obvious that you had been tearing up, but Yeosang was always so perceptive when it came to you.

"My emotions are all crazy. I got choked up watching a commercial." You chuckled, finding it a bit humorous.

"So you're not sad?" He wanted to be certain that you weren't upset.

"No." You laughed softly. "Just hormonal."

Yeosang's brows raised, his eyes becoming wider in sudden realization. Then came the flood of questions.

"Do you need anything? Are you hurting? Should I pick up some pads? Tampons? Do you have enough pain relievers? Are you drinking lots of water? I heard being active helps cramps. Have you been active? Are you taking vitamins? There are supplements that help ease period symptoms. Should I get you some of those?"

"I'm fine, Yeosang." You cut in before he could continue, chuckling endearingly at his concerned rambling. "I'm not hurting too bad. It's only the third day so my cramps aren't too bad. They come and go, but they're not as severe as they were on day one. Yes I'm drinking water, maybe not enough, but I'm drinking it. And I've been lounging on the couch since I got out of bed."

"Ah. Sorry. I guess I got carried away." That tiny, shy smile of his made its appearance as he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Have you been eating fruits or something healthy?"

You nearly snorted. "Actually, I've been indulging in some of the cravings I've been having." You lifted a bag of your favorite chips to the camera. "So, what are you up to?"

"I called because I don't have a schedule today and I wanted to see if you'd like to hang out."

Just the thought of spending time with Yeosang made your heart soar with excitement.

"I would love to."

"Since you're on your period, I'll come to your place. If that's okay with you."

"Yeah." You nodded. "That's perfect, actually."

"Okay." He beamed. "I'll start making my way right now."

"I'll be waiting." You waved. "Love you."

"Love you too."

The FaceTime ended and you tossed your phone back to the couch cushion, briefly considering wether or not you should leave your comfortable spot on the sofa and put some makeup on. It didn't take long for you to to completely disregard the idea. After all, you had just FaceTimed him and he saw your makeup-free (and slightly blemished) face so there was no need covering it up.

A gentle knock on your front door sounded just fifteen minutes after your call with Yeosang. You leapt from your seat and scurried to answer the door. The man you had been longing to see stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you in a cozy embrace while he gently rocked the both of you side to side.

"I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too, precious." He pulled away, gazing at you with those sparkly, brown eyes of his. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm cramping, but it's nothing too bad. Not right now, anyway."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"What do you feel like doing?"

"Well, I was watching TV on the couch but I'd kind of like to lie down."

"Okay then we'll cuddle in bed and have a movie marathon."

You hummed in agreement and tugged Yeosang further into your home, guiding him to your bedroom where the both of you got comfortable under the covers.

Your boyfriend had barely gotten situated before you were resting your head on his chest and snuggling into his side.

It was a blessing that Yeosang wanted to come over because it's exactly what you needed at that moment. Being cuddled up next to him made your heart swell and provided you with a cozy feeling in your chest.

"What would you like to watch?" He reached for the remote.

"Actually, do you think you could sing to me?"

Yeosang stiffened just the slightest bit, clearly not expecting the request.

"Of course. Any song suggestions?"

"Whatever you want to sing." You murmured, snuggling further into his chest.

A gentle smile graced Yeosang's statuesque features as he began singing a current favorite song of his. His fingers ran through your hair in a gentle and soothing manner, your eyes fluttering closed in response as you listened to his silky voice, which was doing a great job at distracting you from your cramps that were thankfully going away on their own, albeit slowly.

Yeosang's voice was heavenly. From his low register to his faint lisp that could be heard in his singing. It all had your heart doing somersaults in your chest.

"So beautiful." You murmured sleepily, as Yeosang's gentle ministrations were making you drowsy. "Thank you, Yeo."

This was all you needed.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c. 1,400

4 AM. That's what time you were finally able to get to sleep the night before. It was that time of the month and your incessant cramps were so bad not even Midol could fix it. You were miserable. Normally, you could ignore any mild cramps that would inconveniently hit just as you were going to bed, but these were the kind that kept you awake, the pain just a little too intense for you to relax, leaving you tossing and turning for hours on end. Between the cramps and having to get up to pee every five minutes, there was no way you could rest.

It was after barely after 4 AM when your cramps eased up just enough for you to relax and finally doze off.

Presently, it was 12 PM, which meant you got a decent eight hours of sleep, even though your body felt like it needed just a smidge more.

You pushed yourself out of bed, giving a brief glance at the fitted sheet wrapped around the mattress to make sure you didn't have any overnight leaks. With no stains in sight, you shuffled to the bathroom where you went through your usual routine and freshened up, which woke you up a bit and made you feel a little less crappy.

You swapped your PJs for some loose-fitting sweats and one of your boyfriend's shirts that he left at your place before heading to the living room to turn on the television. After a few moments of mindless channel surfing, you found a show that grabbed your attention and decided to watch.

It didn't take long for your cramps to start up again. The ache, while annoying, wasn't anything too unbearable, not like last night, anyway. So you ignored it, sinking further into the couch cushions while keeping your eyes locked on the TV.

You made it through the remainder of the episode before the cramps really ramped up, the sudden increase in pain and discomfort causing you to lurch forward.

Your face contorted in agony, the sharp jabs in your abdomen leading you to jump to your feet and make a beeline for the kitchen where the medicine was kept. You tore open the cabinet and located the pain medicine you so desperately needed. Since your cramps were just as bad as they were in the early morning hours, you took two pills, assuring you'd get the minimum amount of pain relief.

With a hot pack laid across your lower abdominal area, you settled back into the couch cushions and proceeded to watch television, doing your best to focus on the show. Sometimes having a distraction helped to take your attention off the wrath Mother Nature was thrusting upon your uterus.

At some point, you unconsciously started rocking back and forth, partially hunched over. The heat paired with the movement seemed to be helping just a little, however now a very thin layer of sweat covered your forehead and on your shirt where the hot pack was pressed against your abdomen was a damp spot. You huffed, pulling off the hot pack to fan your shirt a bit and cool off. That only caused a wave of goosebumps to rise along your skin, the air in your home being a little too cold for your linking. So you laid the hot pack back across your abdomen. This went back and forth for the next ten minutes or so, only adding to your frustration and discomfort.

"Ha. Ha. I love being a woman." You commented dryly to no one at all, wrapping your arms around your midsection.

You probably looked pathetic all crumpled up and curled in on yourself but you were in the privacy of your own home and you were in extreme pain. You'd do whatever it took to get it to go away.

The stabbing cramps had gotten so bad in such a short amount of time. Your brain was in a haze and all you could think about was the pain. Just when you felt you had reached your limit, your phone rang.

Fumbling for the device, you lifted it to see who was calling. It was San, your loving boyfriend whom you were suddenly missing very much. You accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear.

"Hello, gorgeous." His silky voice came through the speaker.

"Hi, Sannie." You did your best to sound cheery, but the greeting came out as a sort of pained grunt.

"Are you okay?" The pout in his voice was evident.

"No. Not really." You answered honestly. "I'm on my period."

A tiny gasp was heard on his end followed by an, "Oh no."

"Yeah."

"You poor thing." He cooed. "Why don't I come take care of you."

"That would be great."

"I'll be over there as soon as I can, baby."

Less than 20 minutes later, there was a knock at your door which had your heart jumping for joy. As soon as you opened the door, San walked in and pulled you into a hug.

"Hi dear." He murmured as he stroked the top of your head. "Are you hurting?"

"Very much so."

"Ah." He nodded knowingly as you parted ways. "I know what I have to do."

He balled his hands into fists, crouching down at bit so he was level with your lower abdomen. Before you had the chance to question what he was doing, he began to punch the area where your uterus was, stopping right in front of it because, well, he would never actually hit you.

"Stop!" He demanded sharply, going in for another punch. "Stop it."

The phrase was uttered during each strike of his fist, his words being punctuated by his actions.

The chuckles that had begun to spill from your lips were now turning into full on laughter as your boyfriend continued punching at your lower abdomen, demanding that it "stop".

"Thank you, Sannie." You giggled.

The both of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch where San immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"If you need anything, let me know."

"Okay." You tittered softly.

Having San with you provided a good enough distraction to take your mind off the discomfort in your abdominal area. He would make comments about something on TV and ask questions to help keep you occupied with things besides period pains.

At some point, you stood up and excused yourself to go switch feminine products, doing so in just a couple minutes.

It was only when you were returning to the living room that you realized your abdominal cramps had gone away but a persistent, dull ache had become present in your lower back.

Your face twitched slightly as you shuffled towards the couch, catching your always observant boyfriend's attention.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm having cramps in my back."

"You have period cramps in your back?" San asked in disbelief.

"Sometimes." You sighed, unconsciously massaging your lower spine.

Your boyfriend was baffled. San knew periods could be a pain and there were lots of symptoms that varied in intensity, but this was crazy. Why would you get pain in other areas? He didn't think that was very fair.

"Come here." San took your hands, leading you to your bedroom where he insisted you lie down on your stomach.

You did as he asked, getting yourself comfortable on the mattress before feeling it dip under San's weight.

"Tell me where it hurts." His hands placed themselves on your spine.

"Lower."

His palms slid further down your back.

"Right there."

San's thumbs rubbed over the muscles a few times, making long upward strokes as he applied pressure on the sore spots. A sigh passed through your slightly parted lips as relief washed over you.

"Is that good?" He inquired tentatively.

"So good."

San hated that this was something you had to deal with every month. Even though that's just how things were and he couldn't do anything about it, it didn't seem fair.

"I'm sorry you're feeling so icky, pretty."

"I'm far from pretty right now." You chuckled.

"Not true."

His ministrations came to a halt as you lifted your head just enough to glance back at him.

"I'm serious." He insisted with a pout.

"You're too sweet." You dropped your head back onto the pillow as he continued massaging.

"Only for you, lovely."

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c. 900

If there was one thing about your period, it was that it showed up at the most inconvenient time.

Mingi's body moved with such fluidity that it had you mesmerized—hypnotized, even. His body control was out of this world and never failed to hold your attention. His oversized sleeveless tee hung off his slim figure, the thin fabric swinging about as he danced with rigor and passion. His movements were so intense sometimes that the hem of his shirt would fly up and reveal his tiny waist and smooth stomach. The sight was a small blessing to your eyes and just another perk of watching him get in an extra practice session on his weekend off. His brows were pulled together in concentration, his sharp eyes fixed on his reflection, inspecting his own movements. He had no idea you were practically drooling over him in the corner of the room.

You were having a wonderful time when suddenly you felt it... the gush.

Right away, you sat upright and pushed yourself up from your seat, standing stiffly in place.

This abrupt and unusual reaction caught Mingi's attention almost immediately and had him scrambling to pause the music.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom." You excused yourself and headed straight for the practice room door, trying your best to walk normally instead of the usual stiff-legged hobble you would be doing if you were at home.

You had started your period the day prior and it was already in full swing, hitting you with all it had. This morning before you left, everything was light, so you assumed this time around you'd ease into it, but you were so very wrong.

In the bathroom, you closed the stall door behind you, making sure to lock it before taking a seat to assess the damage.

"Oh boy." You whispered under your breath, reaching for your bag and rummaging for an extra pad in the inner side zipper. Empty.

Oh no.

Normally, you had extra feminine hygiene products with you, however, it seemed this time you had forgotten to replace them.

Great.

After washing your hands, you returned to the practice room, shifting from one foot to the other. It appeared that Mingi hadn't moved since you left the room, his normally narrow eyes now round with worry.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh." You rubbed the back of your neck.

Just say it. It's a normal thing, Y/n. You reminded yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

"I don't have any pads with me." You confessed embarrassedly.

Mingi blinked owlishly a few times, not quite understanding what you meant.

You gave a vague nod down towards your lower half, trying to communicate without saying it outright.

Mingi's eyes became wider in realization.

"Ohh!"

"Yeah." You sighed. "I forgot to put more in my bag and I need one... like right now."

You were about to apologize for needing to leave so abruptly so you could take care of the problem when Mingi spoke up.

"Stay here. I'll go find you one."

"What?" You questioned, your eyes following him as he hurriedly exited the practice room.

Without receiving a response, you dropped down into the chair you occupied before your hasty exit moments earlier, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.

Mingi moved down the halls of KQ, searching for any staff that may be nearby. He popped his head into empty offices and meeting rooms, turning corners and scouring the place for any employees wandering about. The entertainment company had many staff members, so it shouldn't be that hard.

He came upon one of the lounges, poking his head into the room to find two female staff members having a quick snack together.

"Excuse me." He spoke timidly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to ask for feminine products. "Do either of you happen to have any... pads?"

He was quick to put himself back in place, reminding himself that he was helping you out.

You were his girlfriend and if you needed a pad then gosh darn it he was going to get one for you, embarrassed or not.

"Oh. I'm sorry I don't." One of the women apologized.

"I do, but I left my bag in my office on the next floor." The other responded.

"Ah."

Mingi didn't want to inconvenience the woman, especially since she probably had a busy schedule so he thanked them both and left, continuing his search.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes darted around, reading the labels on each door that lined the hall in search of his next place to check.

After three tries, Mingi was able to get you a pad, which he hoped was enough to sustain you for the duration of his solo practice.

Your boyfriend reentered the practice room, holding up the plastic-wrapped square like it was a trophy.

"I got it."

You plucked the item from his hand, pulling him into a hug.

"You didn't have to do that. I was just gonna go to a nearby store and buy some."

"I knew I could find one quicker by asking around."

You smiled softly. "Thank you."

"Of course." He brushed your hair out of your face. "You feeling alright?"

"For now."

"If you need to go home, just let me know."

"I will. Thanks, Mingi."

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c. 980

You stepped down the aisle that housed all the feminine products you could ever need, Wooyoung coming to a stop beside you as you eyed the pad and tampon section.

"So what size pu—"

"Don't even finish that sentence." You cut him off, raising your hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear that phrase or that word come out of your mouth."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted.

Huffing, you proceeded further down the aisle until you found what you were looking for.

While scanning the different sizes of products available on the shelves, your ever curious boyfriend wandered up and down the aisle to keep himself busy.

Once you acquired what you were looking for, you turned to see Wooyoung holding a box of tampons, examining the packaging.

"You put these inside you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Woo, put those back."

He did as he was told, his face twisted in either disgust or discomfort, you couldn't tell, as he did so.

"Alright. I've got everything I need." You announced, preparing to head to the register until you realized Wooyoung stayed put, staring with furrowed brows at the plethora of feminine products lining the shelves.

"What is it?"

"Why are there so many?" He asked. "How do you even know what to get?"

"It all depends on what you're comfortable with. Some people prefer tampons, others prefer pads."

"Okay but the pictures on these are different." He pointed to a section of pads.

"Right. Some have wings so the pad stays in place and doesn't squish up and some don't. Again, that's all depending on personal preference. Some pads are thin while others are thick so they can absorb more. They vary in size as well. Some people like longer pads so they don't have a leak while they're sleeping or lying down."

Wooyoung's eyes remained wide, his brows pulled together as he soaked in all this new information, scanning over each plastic package.

"How do you know if you need thin pads or thick ones?"

"That depends on your flow."

"Flow?" He echoed.

You did not expect to be having an in-depth conversation about periods with your boyfriend in the middle of the feminine hygiene aisle but there you were.

Then again, he grew up with brothers. Of course he wouldn't know everything about a woman's menstrual cycle. Also you didn't think that was something that a mother would talk to her son about, especially in detail.

"You know how you can barely turn a faucet on and the water runs just a little, but when you turn it more, a lot of water comes out?"

He nodded.

"That's how it is with periods."

"So you can turn it off?"

"Unfortunately not. That's why we need these things." You gestured to the array of feminine products. "What I mean is, with some people their flow is heavy while others are lighter, so you buy products according to that."

"It's not the same for everyone?"

"Not at all. Some people have very heavy flows. I've even heard of people buying bladder leak pads because they're more absorbent."

"It gets that bad?" Wooyoung gaped.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"And it's the same for the other things too?"

"Tampons."

"Right. That."

"Yes. They've got different sizes according to your flow as well."

"Wow. That's so complicated."

"Not when you've lived with it most of your life." You chuckled. "Let's go."

"Girls get cravings for chocolate when they're on their period, right?" Wooyoung asked as the both of you made your way towards the front of the store.

"It's not always chocolate, but yes. Cravings tend to happen." You responded.

"What do you usually crave?" He asked.

"Usually sweet stuff, but it differs."

"Should I get you some?"

Your expression softened as you looked at him, seeing the genuine care in his eyes.

"Sure."

"Come on then. Let's go see what they have." Wooyoung took hold of your free hand, pulling you towards the snack aisle which was packed with junk food and sweets.

You perused the shelves, trying to figure out what sounded good at the moment.

"Pick whatever you want." Wooyoung told you. "My treat."

That made you stop. "What?"

"Your period stuff, snacks, I'll pay for all of it."

For someone who was making period jokes earlier, he sure was being sweet.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his thoughtful offer.

On the way home, you decided to tease Wooyoung since he barely knew anything about periods, curious to see his reaction to a particular prank you'd seen circulating the internet.

"Did you know pads and tampons come in different flavors?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened. "Flavors?"

"Yeah. Didn't you notice the colors and pictures on the packaging?"

"Yes."

"The color is whatever flavor they are. Green is green apple, purple is grape, pink is strawberry and so on."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah."

"Why? What's the point?"

You shrugged, holding back a grin.

"Are you being serious right now? Do they really have flavors?"

"No." You laughed, throwing your head back as you let loose a string of cackles.

"Y/n, that's so mean." Wooyoung pouted. "I almost believed you."

"Sorry." You laughed. "I just wanted to see if I could get by with it."

"I bought you snacks." His full lips were stuck out as he spoke, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I was just teasing, love." You nudged him.

Unable to keep up his act any longer, Wooyoung cracked a small smile.

"That was pretty good, actually."

"I know." You grinned.

"I think you should make it up to me though"

"How?" Your eyes narrowed, wondering what sort of deal he was preparing to strike up.

"Play video games with me when we get home."

A smiled made its way onto your face at his proposal. "I think that can be arranged."

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c. 1,050

The sunlight that seeped in through the window hit your closed eyelids, the intrusion pulling you from your sleep just enough to make you aware of it. You rolled over in bed keeping your eyes shut, snuggling further into your plush pillow. As you slowly began to wake, you stretched your arm across the bed, reaching for Jongho only to be met with an empty space, the palm of your hand hitting the sheets that were crumpled from being haphazardly tossed back into place. The lack of his presence made you frown, sitting up on your elbow while searching the room.

All thoughts of your temporarily missing boyfriend flew right out the bedroom window as a sticky and somewhat uncomfortable feeling below caught your attention. The all too familiar heart-stopping feeling was something you knew well. Without wasting another second, you shot up out of bed, jerking back the covers to find an ugly, red stain on the fitted sheet.

"No, no, no, no, no." You murmured the same word over and over again in a panic.

This was Jongho's bed and it was his sheets you'd just ruined.

"Crap." You hissed, rushing to your bag to grab an extra pair of underwear and fresh pants, taking your toiletry bag with you as you slipped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. While in the bathroom, you managed to get most of the bloodstain off your panties thanks to some cold water and hand soap, which seemed to do the trick. The process was repeated for your pajama bottoms.

Once you were finished, you went back to Jongho's room and promptly stripped his bed, wadding your stained underwear and pajama pants up with them.

You weren't sure where Jongho was, but you hoped you could make it to the laundry room without being noticed.

The universe must've been against you because as soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Jongho was standing there in the hallway.

"Jongho." You uttered his name dumbly.

"Y/n, you're awake." He smiled softly, his eyes dropping down to the crumpled wad of fabric in your arms. "Why do you have the sheets?"

"I sweat pretty bad last night." You lied. "I didn't want to leave your sheets stinky so I'm going to wash them."

"Oh. You don't have to do that. I can wash them."

You pulled the heap away from him just as he reached out to take them from you. "It's okay. I got it. Really."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright."

You hurried past him and into the laundry room, lying the sheet across the top of the washer and dryer along with your underwear and pajama bottoms as you rummaged through Jongho's detergent to see if he had a stain stick or something to pretreat the splotch before tossing it into the wash.

You pushed past bleach, fabric softener, and laundry scent crystals, but you couldn't seem to find any stain remover.

Jongho heard your noisy rummaging from the other room, going to check on you and see if you needed any help. When he stepped into the laundry room he saw his sheets laid out, a dark red stain standing out against the gray fabric. Along with it was your panties and the pair of pajama bottoms you had worn to bed the night before, an equally as noticeable stain on them as well.

Your eyes were blown wide like a deer in the headlights as embarrassment and mortification hit you like a massive wave, your entire face set on fire due to the situation.

Not only had Jongho seen the ugly stain you left on his (probably expensive) sheets, but your underwear and pajama bottoms as well.

You should have moved. You should have scrambled to grab your panties and hidden them behind your back, but you were completely frozen in place, unable to move. As if that wasn't bad enough, you could feel what was sure to be a painful series of cramps coming on in your lower abdomen.

Jongho's eyes met yours and you let loose, sputtering what could only be classified as word vomit.

"I'm so sorry I ruined your sheets. I promise I'll get the stain out. I know it's gross and it's embarrassing."

"It's not gross." He responded, his expression showing no disgust whatsoever. "You can't control it."

"What?"

Jongho shrugged. "It's only natural."

You couldn't ignore the way your heart thumped. Of course Jongho wouldn't think something like this was a big deal. You should've known better. Nothing ever phased him.

Jongho's eyes drifted back over to the sheets on the washer where your undergarment was still laid out for him to see.

"Don't look at those." You stepped in front of your unmentionables to block his view.

"Why?" He chuckled amusedly. "It's just underwear. You've seen mine before."

"That's because you don't know how to keep your room clean and they're tossed on the floor."

"Touché. But it's still just underwear. No big deal." He stepped forward, rubbing the top of your head. "You're worrying too much, pretty."

You huffed softly, sticking out your bottom lip in reluctant defeat.

"Now let's take care of these sheets. What were you looking for in here?"

"Something to pretreat the stain."

"Ah." Jongho moved over to his laundry products, pulling out a spray bottle. "I believe this is what you were searching for. This should do the trick. I've used it to get coffee stains out of my clothes plenty of times. Works like a charm."

"Thanks." You took the bottle from him and sprayed the stains on everything before tossing them into the washing machine.

"I'll start the wash." Jongho volunteered, messing with the settings and starting the laundry cycle.

He came up and rubbed your back soothingly.

"You feeling alright?"

"For now. The cramps haven't started up yet, but I'm sure they will."

"If they do, I've got a heating pad you can use."

Your gaze softened while a gentle smile graced your features. "Thank you."

"Of course." He stroked your hair in a caring manner. "Are you hungry? You want anything to eat?"

"Some breakfast sounds nice."

"Alright. I'll make you your favorite." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You just sit and I'll make it."

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"From beyond the stars" Chapter 2

[Chapter List]

Summary: Yelena is slowly beginning to realize how serious a situation she is in. The panic attack that follows causes her to seek solace in the imperial gardens. However, she instead encounters the Night Haunter and the first opportunities to make steps toward stopping the Horus Heresy.

Note: ship still isn't decided and most of the primarchs would have chapters decidacted to their private chat with Yelena!

Tags: isekai, ending up in a fictional universe, primarchxf!oc, found family trope, konrad curze, sanguinius and horus make an apperance

Warnings: mention of failed suicide attempt, cursing, konrad is being konrad so threats of violence

Word count: 4841

It took Yelena quite a long time to realize the gravity of the situation she was in. During this time, she managed to search the entire room. For what purpose? She was simply curious and needed something to keep her occupied so she wouldn't go crazy. After a thorough check of the drawers and cabinets, she discovered that the entire closet was empty, not counting a couple of oversize nightgowns that reached her ankles. Apparently, someone else had to bring her clothes or the Emperor didn't plan for her to stay more than a day. Bedchamber had an attached bathroom kept in colors of white and gold. In addition to beautifully scented body oils and soaps, to her surprise she found several packets of tampons and sanitary pads, and even a hair dryer. The place was better equipped than her own flat, or perhaps even her family home.

Despite all these luxuries, she eventually gave up the nagging need to bathe in the beautiful marble bathtub. As she bustled around the room, she heard at least twice that someone much larger than a human being was walking next to her door. They weren't custodians, as the footsteps were more relaxed, so that meant the news had spread and the primarchs staying at the Imperial Palace had located her bedroom. She knew these idiots too well not to suspect that eventually one of them would break the Emperor's order (which she suspected had fallen, since none dared to open the door yet). And honestly? She preferred not to be surprised by them in the bath. That's why she simply pulled off the robes she was wearing and put on a snow-white nightgown, wrapping her exhausted body in the most pleasant fabric she had ever touched, and then sunk under the quilts and blankets. Despite the fact that the bed was probably made for primarch sizes and lying on it was like sleeping on a huge cloud, slumber refused to come. There were too many thoughts running through her head, and her mind was unable to calm down. Outside, dusk had managed to fall, flooding the spacious room in darkness. Unable to endure her boredom, Yelena crawled out of bed and began to do the only thing she could think of - going through the chamber's furnishings again. She reached the desk, which had all the items needed by both a planetary steward and an artist. The second one interested her much more and soon became the cause of her small nervous breakdown.

From a drawer she pulled out something resembling a scalpel, which she quickly identified as a more old-fashioned pencil sharpener. The handle was made of carved and gilded wood, and the blade, well, she became aware of its sharpness by accident. Maybe it was a matter of fatigue, or maybe inattention, but the precious object slipped from her hand. Yelena instinctively caught it, accidentally grabbing the sharp edge with her hand. Under the pressure, her skin cracked, and a scarlet stream ran down her hand, slowly dripping onto the floor. She cursed in pain, abruptly letting go of the object and grabbed her wrist, turning it to see the wound. It was deep, the blade had bitten into her skin, leaving a gap from which blood flowed continuously. A metallic smell filled her nostrils, and her nerve endings burned from the throbbing pain.

Yelena stared dully at her hand, feeling it finally, coming to her, the realization of the situation she was in. Many people in all sorts of fandoms would give their and their entire bloodline's souls to move to a beloved universe. However, Warhammer 40k? Any fan asked would only laugh and say that they wouldn't want to be in that galaxy for any price. And she was at the fucking center of it. Surrounded by a bunch of idiots, who any moment now will decide it's high time to enter the delayed phase of rebellion against their parents and become puppets of the chaos gods. Even if the Emperor keeps her all the time in the Imperial Palace, in a few years, or maybe months, the streets of Terra will be flowing with blood. What an irony, she ends up here after a failed suicide attempt and is suddenly panicky about death. Although no, it wasn't death she was afraid of. She was afraid of confronting people she twistedly considered comfort characters, knowing what fate awaited them.

Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, blood hummed in her ears, and breathing became impossibly difficult. Yelena forgot about the pain and her hands went to her shirt, staining the snowy white with scarlet as she tugged at the cloth as if trying to scratch a hole in her chest. Suddenly, the chamber became impossibly small and suffocating, tightening around her neck in the iron grip of an invisible fist. She had to get out, anywhere. As far away from here as possible. She didn't even think about what she was doing when she reached the door, pressing the handle in panic. Her bare feet hit the wooden floor as she ran through the halls like a wild animal. Soon her vision was blurred by the tears that began to run down her cheeks. She had no idea by what miracle, but after a few minutes of running, she reached the huge glass doors leading to the garden. None of the custodians patrolling the corridors stopped her, none even turned their heads to check what she was doing. Her wounded hand pushed the last obstacle forward, triggering another wave of sensory-dulling pain, and then she ran outside. The cold air helped her sober up enough to be able to pick a spot that looked best for hiding. She chose a huge tree that, with its branches, surpassed the other plants in the garden. With her last strength, she got there, dropping to her knees as soon as her hands touched the rough trunk.

Yelena leaned her back against the trunk and closed her eyes. Her nightgown was already all dirty from blood, soil and grass anyway, so a little bit of bark wouldn't make too much difference. Well, that was the last thing she was concerned about at the moment. I don't think she had ever had such an intense panic attack before. She couldn't catch her breath, and only broken sobs came out of her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with dirt and scarlet.

People have something like a sixth sense that tells them when someone is watching them. It's an uncomfortable feeling that causes goosebumps. As the first wave of panic eased, allowing her to think relatively soberly, despite the fact that she was choking on her own tears, Yelena felt just that. Someone was staring at her, and it was far too close. She squinted, trying to adjust her eyes to the prevailing darkness, and then she saw the outline of a silhouette in the place she had come from. It was definitely a primarch judging by the size. How did someone so large manage to sneak up on her without her hearing him. Surely it wasn't Corax, because she wouldn't have seen him in that darkness, so it must have been….

Oh fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK. Not him. Everyone but him. Yelena wasn't ready for that. Not now, not when she didn't have a well thought out plan. Her heart squeezed even tighter, radiating pain into her chest. It wasn't that she hated him. Oh no, quite the opposite. Night Haunter was one of her favorite primarchs.

But meeting him was not one of her biggest dreams.

“Cut the bullshit Konrad. I know who you are and that you're standing there.” Yelena yelled into the dark space, pressing a healthy hand to her chest. Although she tried to sound threatening, her voice was breaking down.

Only a momentary silence answered her. Suddenly she felt a large cold hand sliding over her shoulder and his breath moving her ginger curls. Well, yes, personal space did not exist for any of these assholes.

“I think I should get that dirty tongue out first,” his voice resounded next to her ear. It was snarling, making shivers of terror run down her spine. “Then I think I'll see if the people in your world look the same after skinning as those in mine.”

Maybe Yelena would have been horrified by what she had just heard, but honestly? The panic attack had one advantage - she wasn't thinking soberly.

“Custodian is standing right next to that terrace door. How much skin do you think you'll peel off me before he gets here after hearing my screams?” Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness, allowing her to see Curze's silhouette crouching beside her. Although her voice was breaking and her words were punctuated by a sound as if she were choking, mixed with sobs, she managed to convey what she wanted.

“Clever girl. Very clever.” his voice softened slightly. She wasn't sure if he was mocking again, but it looked like he wasn't really planning to hurt her. Or he had given up on that after her words. “Father said you have a great deal of knowledge about the past and future of this rotten galaxy. However, he forbade us to talk to you.”

Yelena answered him nothing to this. Her body shook and her heart pounded in her chest. However, it was not fear of Curz. Rather, what was funniest and most absurd about the situation was that the man was bringing her comfort. Her brain was still programmed to recognize him as someone close to her, as she thought of him when she recognized him as a fictional character. But now feeling his breath on her shoulder, knowing what he had done in the canonical books, she felt like she was getting a system crash.

Meanwhile, Konrad didn't seem to mind the awkward silence. Without a word he stared at her for a good minute, as if searching for something.

“I don't see your future,” he finally mumbled snootily, tilting his head slightly (or at least that's how it seemed to Yelena). “You're not a soulless blank, that's for sure. So who are you?”

Yelena opened her mouth, trying to get any words out, but all that came out of her lips was a sob. She moved her hand over her sternum, trying to control the oppressive, throbbing pain she felt there, which, combined with the burning wound on the inside of her hand, made for an extremely frustrating combination.

“So you know who I am. Good.”

“Bloody hell, I'm not terrified because of you.” The answer was quick and sharp, almost like a growl. “I'm having a panic attack.”

“Watch your tone, wrench.” Curze's voice took on a hissing tone. “If I don't scare you, I think you'll be able to tell me about your knowledge. Or I'll listen to it in between your screams.”

Well, what an idiot. He wouldn't get shit from her, because there's a custodian standing next to the terrace door, who would probably quickly separate them. However, instead of a sarcastic comment, only another sob came out of her mouth. With a trembling hand, she wiped the tears from her cheek, trying to gather herself to answer him anything.

“In my current state, I am unable to even think.” she whispered. “Let me at least calm down.”

“I don't have time for that. If I were you, I'd hurry up.”

Well, now she had a problem. Rushing someone with a panic attack only made things worse. It reminded her of when she first had a panic attack as a child and her mother, in an attempt to “calm her down,” slapped her several times in the face to shake her off. Now, however, she had to think fast. What could she do to get back to a state where she could at least think about what she was going to say while under pressure… wait a second. PRESSURE.

“Do you want to speed it up? Press one hand against my sternum and the other between my shoulder blades.”

Silence again.

“What?”

Yelena did not answer him. She blindly moved her hand forward, encountering something that resembled a cloak of feathers. She quickly found his hand and moved her fingers over it until she felt his wrist underneath them, which she grabbed, then with a jerk she brought it closer to her side. Taking advantage of the fact that Konrad was shocked by her impudence, she spread his fingers slightly and pressed her cold hand against the space under her breasts. She expected that when the initial surprise finally passed, the man would jerk his hand away and strike her, so she tried to focus as much as possible on the feeling while she still had the opportunity. However, to her own shock, she felt a second equally cold hand move across her back, pressing on the spot between her shoulder blades. Yelena let out a stifled sob, and her body shivered as if in a fever.

She had no idea how long they sat in that position. Neither she nor Curze wanted to break the silence that now fell between them, disturbed only by the quiet sounds of distress from her mouth. But soon the panic began to give way to a feeling of exhaustion and resignation. Yelena groaned quietly and leaned her head back, resting her head against the tree trunk. She was panting, mentally and physically exhausted. She had never had such an intense episode before. Her gaze went lower, looking at Konrad's hand with eyes full of tears. This was probably the first time in six months that she had had any physical contact with another human being. It seemed that her body was yearning for this feeling and found peace much faster, getting the raging hormones under control. The man also noticed the change in her condition, probably feeling how her heart, which until now was pounding as if it was about to explode, finally returned to its normal pace.

“You are the craziest person I've ever met. No normal person seeks my touch.” Konrad's voice was much quieter, resembling more of a rasp. Slowly, as if unsure of his own movements, he took his hands away from her body. Yelena heard a rustling, and judging by the sound and the placement of the silhouette's outline in the darkness, Konrad sat down next to her on the grass.

Yelena only quietly laughed. But what an absurd thing to say. She had just talked to herself with Night Haunter himself. Along with a clear mind came any ability to think logically. He and Sanguinius were her favorite primarchs. It was as if she had met her favorite celebrity! Well… only in this case, this celebrity could decide at any moment that he wanted to skin her. The situation was a good one in that, judging by the smell, or more specifically, the lack of the stench of rotting flesh and death, Konrad had not yet been driven so far into madness that he could not be saved. Some upside to the whole situation.

“Because, unlike others, I know you a bit,”

“I've heard. My father mentioned that your world sees us as fictional characters on the pages of books. Tell me, was I right all along? Did my visions tell the truth?”

Yelena was silent for a second. Well, now she just had a problem. It took her a good while to gather the right words.

“No. But also yes. Your visions, they didn't have to be true, but you following them made them true.”

“But-”

“There is no but Konrad. I'm not sure if Sanguinius has already tried to explain it to you or not yet. You don't want to listen to anyone on this, so why don't you listen to someone who has read the books from your perspective and had insight into your mind. The future can be changed… although I have a feeling you know that. You're just taking the easier route.”

There was a swish and a bang as the hand that had earlier brought her solace hurled itself with all its force into the tree trunk just above her head.

“Careful. You have no idea what you're talking about.” This time Curze's voice took on a much more menacing tone. Yelena didn't need to see his face to know how enraged he was by her words.

“When you saw Emperor, you had a vision that made you want to claw your eyes out. You are unable to trust your other primarchs because you have a vision of the Horus Heresy and the consequences of it. Brother against brother, billions if not trillions killed, the Imperium in ruins. Oh maybe how lonely and disappointed you feel by your own family.”

“How-”

“I told you. Your father told you. In my world, your fate and that of this world are written on the pages of novels, going all the to the fortieth millennium. I had an insight into your head because some stories were written from your perspective.”

Konrad did not answer for a while. Yelena only heard rustling as he took his hand from the trunk. There is some success, at least for now he does not plan to murder her. However, seeing that Curze didn't flinch to answer, she decided to continue.

“I know you have a vision of an assassin cutting off your head. I know you think that this act will prove to everyone that you are not the worst man in the galaxy at all. Because you are not the worst man in the galaxy. You have done terrible things, that's true. And here there is no dispute. You think there is no salvation for you, but that is not true. There is light in each of the primarchs, because you were created that way. There is a possibility of redemption for you.”

If she manages to fix Konrad and return to her world, she will have to apply for a license to run a psychological practice. Because that will probably make her the most talented therapist on the whole fucking Earth.

“When you killed a boy who tried to hurt a girl from an upper social caste, you saw that there was the possibility of a different future. That your path you took is not the only one. Tell me, why should I lie at this point? The Emperor told me to list the names of the primarchs who would betray him and how they would do it. I refused to tell him because I know there is a chance of redemption for you. I know that events don't have to turn out the way they are written in the books.”

“So everything I did… everything I did was pointless?”

“You were doing what you were meant to do, Konrad. You didn't have a family to teach you love, you didn't know any other touch than that which causes pain.” Yelena felt tears come to her eyes again. However, this time it was not fear, but compassion. Grief directed toward a child who had not known maternal warmth, who had to fight to survive, a child who had been destroyed by monstrous visions since the beginning of her existence. “I'm not saying you're not to blame, because you chose the easiest path, even if it was strewn with suffering. But it's not just your fault. Your decision, however, how you shape your future.”

Again, no answer. She heard his breathing speed up a bit and his fingers hit something rhythmically. Yelena wondered if she had just accidentally triggered a nervous breakdown in him. There was an option that he now had a vision of the future in which he listened to her words. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she heard rustling again and saw the outline of a silhouette rise from the ground. Well, yes, he can't kill her, so he will simply remove himself from the situation. Yelena only shook her head over her own stupidity when she heard footsteps slowly moving away. Well yes, what was she thinking, why would a grown man listen to a 20-year-old gir-

“What did you think of me when I was just a character on the pages of those books of yours?”

“Excuse me?”

There was the sound of footsteps again as Konrad decided to return to her after all. He stopped right next to a tree and judging by the sound, he was leaning against it.

“You must have hated me. Night Haunter, the demon from Nostramo.”

“Actually, quite the opposite. I liked you a lot. Don't tell your brothers, but you were one of my favorite primarchs.”

“You are indeed crazy. How did it even happen that you ended up here? Did you think you would become some kind of messiah and save us from damnation?”

Yelena quietly laughed at this suggestion. Although she had repeatedly created scenarios in her head about how she could stop heresy, she never wanted to test them in real life.

“I tried to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge into the water. The last thing I remember was the fall. Then I woke up here. My goal was death, and yet I'm here. Trying to stop heresy is just an unplanned side effect.”

“Suicide, that's a crime. You know I should punish you for it.”

Oh Yelena was well aware of this. She still remembered the chapter in his book where he tortured a woman who tried to kill herself. However, the tone of his voice indicated that he was hesitating after all. Could it be that her words had actually made an impression on him?

“Of course, you can brutally kill me at this point. I think if you're quick, even the custodian we talked about earlier won't hear me. But as an alternative to my penance, I offer a conversation. When was the last time you talked to someone who isn't a soldier or doesn't empty their bladder in fear at the sight of you?”

“There is no Custodian at the door. I saw him leave his post when I went out to the garden and he hasn't returned yet. But fine, let's talk.”

WAIT WHAT.

W H A T

THAT FUCKER KNEW IT SINCE THE START AND WAS PLAYING HER?

Yelena now understood how in a very dangerous situation she was. And I guess Curze had a good laugh at her reaction to this, because a slight amusement could be heard in his voice. What an asshole.

But she still kept her promise, continuing the conversation. And honestly? To her surprise, she discovered that the moment Konrad felt comfortable around someone, he was a great talking partner. She honestly didn't even realize how long they talked until she saw the sunrise. Now, not quite sure how it happened, they were both sitting on a tree (how the branches didn't break under his weight was also a mystery to her), and she was telling him about her past.

“…So as I said, Terra in my universe is divided into nations, called countries. I was born in a country called Poland, but at the age of nineteen, I moved to England to work in a factory. They offered free housing for workers, and I desperately wanted to get away from my home.”

Yelena tapped her fingers a few times against the branch she was sitting on. Konrad sat lower below her, glancing once at her, once at the rising sun. Now that she could finally see anything, she looked curiously at his facial features. The descriptions in the books did not lie - indeed Konrad was beautiful. It may not have been a conventional beauty like Fulgrim's, but he was as beautiful as a dark, starry night is beautiful.

Meanwhile, Curze nodded, apparently thinking about his next words. Suddenly, however, he froze in place, tilting his head to the side, toward where the entrance to the garden was located. He then looked at Yelena and put a finger to his lips, letting her know to be quiet.

Well, it didn't take her long before she understood why. After only a minute, she heard heavy footsteps and voices that she recognized almost immediately.

“The blood trail leads to the garden. Do you think she's still alive?”

“Don't make a monster out of our brother, Horus. He wouldn't kill a young woman because he was bored.”

“Do you really believe that? How else do you explain the blood?”

Yelena looked at Curze and then at her wounded hand. The cut had long since sealed itself, but apparently the bleeding must have been significant enough to leave a trail behind. The man merely rolled his eyes and smiled slightly. He apparently enjoyed watching his brothers' slight panic.

The two wordlessly watched as Sanguinius and Horus stopped under the tree they were sitting on. Yelena widened her eyes slightly, seeing how magnificent Great Angel looked bathed in the rays of the rising sun. In his case, the book descriptions were not wrong either. Then her gaze fell on Horus and moved back to Konrad. The man only smiled wider, as if even more amused with the look on her face. Well, yes, they both knew that she was in for a serious conversation with him. And Konrad wasn't going to help with that at all.

Yelena felt a strong hand grab her ankle and yank her down. Before she had time to scream, Curze covered her mouth with his hand. What the hell was he up to, pulling her down to sit next to him? And then it came to her. There were many more leaves where he had placed her, creating a sort of shield for her from their view. She had already forgotten how much he enjoyed playing with his siblings' minds.

Just a second later, Sanguinius lifted his head up, probably sensing Konrad. Horus followed his lead and tilted his head slightly. Then he asked a question.

“Curze. What did you do to her?”

Konrad did not answer him, only smiled wider. Yelena sighed, seeing this. She was not eager to talk to these two, but she had to do something. In Konrad's case it went easily because the panic attack did most of the work for her.

“Konrad stop playing with them.” Yelena muttered, shifting on a branch, intending to show herself to them. It was a mistake, however, because at that moment fatigue decided to make its presence known, and she lost her balance. Both she and Konrad were not fast enough to stop her from falling. The crack of a snapping branch sounded and Yelena lost any support, diving downward. However, instead of hitting the ground, she felt strong hands catch her in flight. Before she knew it, she was in Sanguinis' arms. The angel looked at her and a friendly smile appeared on his lips.

“I said he didn't do anything to her.” He carefully placed her on the ground, still looking at her. After a second, a bang sounded as Konrad jumped down from the tree beside them. With a movement of his hand, he adjusted his coat.

“My name is Sanguinius. The uglier one is Horus.”

“Don't make me pluck those wings.” Horus retorted and crouched down next to Yelena. “You are the main topic of gossip in the palace. Lion has been walking around angry since yesterday that Father is treating you so gently instead of keeping you in a cell.”

Angel only sighed.

“When we met in the corridor, you looked at us as if you were about to cry. Can you explain why? Since you know us and if father is telling the truth, a lot about our future, I suspect that our fate will not be favorable to us.” Sanguinis' voice was much more gentle and warm. He didn't demand like Curze, and gave her space to decide.

Yelena cursed in her mind. She looked at Konrad, who tilted his head slightly as he listened to their discussion.

“I think it will be better if I talk about this in private."

The last thing she wanted was to spoil the friendship between Horus and Sanguinis, and honestly? She feared that would be the case if anyone found out what the future and the chaos gods were preparing for the primarch of XVI Legion.

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Author's note: And the second chapter behind us. I apologize for such a long wait, but I had a great deal of university assignments. On top of that I had a mild depressive episode. I hope I managed to convey the personalities of the primarchs well, because honestly it was especially difficult with Konrad (I think I read Night Haunter 3 times and the bastard has a different personality in each chapter).

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nebuladreamerrr · 11 months ago

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Chicken wings| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: A small forgetfulness forces you to have to turn to Kylian to buy you some things, without knowing the confusion it will create.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and I got the inspiration through various TikToks that had been in my fyp.

You had been grappling with menstrual cramps for weeks, but recent stress had sidelined them from your attention. At work, tensions were high with the onset of the new summer season and negotiations with prominent designers to boost sales. Additionally, your impending departure from the country with Kylian had triggered a flurry of packing at home, as you prepared to store away memories and swiftly transform your new residence into a comfortable haven. Despite your financial ease, you couldn't avoid the tedious task of deciding which items should remain in Paris until the season's end – your computer and attire for scheduled advertising campaigns – and what to leave behind until you settled into your new abode.

The flurry of events had caused you to overlook purchasing a box of pads and tampons. Since childhood, your periods have been lengthy but thankfully not too painful. Knowing the possibility of your period's imminent arrival, you understood the importance of being prepared to prevent any unwanted mishaps.

As you woke up this morning and felt something slick between your legs, you immediately grasped what had occurred. Hastily, you rose to prevent any further mess, relieved to find the pristine white linen sheets on your bed untouched. Seizing the opportunity while Kylian was at training, you swiftly changed them and tossed them into the washing machine. Despite their cleanliness, the lingering discomfort prompted you to make the switch.

After completing all these tasks, you made your way determinedly to the bathroom within the master bedroom, only to gasp at the realization of your oversight. You had forgotten to purchase your feminine hygiene products, leaving you feeling almost resigned to waiting until Kylian returned from training and noticed the situation. Yet, barely fifteen minutes had elapsed before you acknowledged the impossibility of remaining idle for so long.

You reached for your phone in an attempt to reach out to some friends, but they were all occupied with work or away from Paris. You even tried contacting your mother-in-law, attempting to downplay the situation due to the embarrassment it caused. However, Fayza had to inform you that she couldn't assist you, as she was attending Ethan's match. Despite her willingness to come over if necessary, you didn't want her to miss her youngest son's game. Grateful for her offer, you politely declined before ending the call and opting to message your partner instead.

You were aware that he likely wouldn't check his phone until an hour later, once training was over, especially if they had an early session that day. So you began composing the message, struggling with how to phrase it, as every attempt seemed too embarrassing. You and Kylian were quite close, but you had never asked him to purchase a box of sanitary pads for you. You were almost certain he hardly knew the model or brand you preferred, as you kept them tucked away in the same cupboard where various soaps and spare shampoos were stored, along with his beard shaver—items he typically paid little attention to. After much contemplation, you settled on this message:

"Hey baby, I forgot there were no pads and tampons left. Can you stop by the supermarket after training to buy tampons and pads with wings. Thank you so much, je t'aime".

You waited anxiously, attempting to distract yourself by experimenting with various nail polishes that had been sent to you for collaboration—an opportunity you hadn't yet had time to explore. "Make the most of the time" you reminded yourself, striving to find a silver lining in the situation. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a notification from your partner: "Perfect, darling, I've just finished. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door opening and footsteps ascending the stairs caught your attention. Yet, it was the soothing tone of your boyfriend's voice that truly lifted your spirits, pulling you from your reverie. Politely, he sought permission to enter before gently presenting you with the pads and tampons he had purchased, his greeting marked by a tender kiss. With a considerate gesture, he then exited the bathroom, affording you some privacy. Though accustomed to seeing each other unclothed countless times before, he intuited your desire for a moment to freshen up and alleviate the mild discomfort you were experiencing.

You were surprised to find wingless pads, but you guessed that Kylian might not have been able to find them and felt too awkward to inquire about their whereabouts or your preferred brand. After a lengthy, soothing shower and making yourself comfortable, you made your way to the living room, relieved to finally stand up. There, you found your boyfriend flipping through TV channels in search of something engaging to watch. His expression suggested he was having trouble finding anything appealing, so your arrival seemed to brighten his mood.

"Everything alright, mon amour?" asked your boyfriend as he tried to decipher your expression.

"Yes, thank you very much, darling," you replied as you settled down next to him on the couch.

"I was surprised you asked for wings, as you usually hate greasy food when you have your period. But I left the bag defrosting, assuming that's what my girl would like for lunch," he explained as he snuggled into your arms.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it when you realized how confused Kylian had been. Your sudden startled reaction prompted him to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie? You're scaring me."

You felt embarrassed, knowing that Kylian wouldn't let the topic go until you explained. So, reluctantly, you decided to address it.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask for chicken wings, I asked for pads with wings. But it's okay, honey, the wingless pads worked just the same," you explained, trying to downplay the situation.

"What? I'm so sorry, I thought you were asking me for three things, I wasn't quite sure where..." But you interrupted him with a kiss because you knew it wasn't either of your faults.

"It's all right, Kyky. Let's look on the bright side - we already have food for today."

OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. I know that this story is shorter than usual but it was the best I could do in the amount of time I had. Remember that requests are open in case you want to send any ideas but dw cuz I got a lot of ideas written down for when I have more time.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

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boymanmaletheshequel · 5 months ago

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Subtle ways to honor Hygeia 🫧⚕️

- be kind to yourself

- brush your teeth

- use soap and shampoo

- take baths or showers

- treat wounds or infections

- be kind to care providers and nurses

- be kind to sanitation workers and custodians

- clean your bathroom when it begins to turn nasty.

- trim your nails

- sanitize and sterilize surfaces of items or objects that could accumulate bacteria and make you sick

- do your dishes

- use tissues and other proper sanitary devices like toilet paper and face masks if necessary.

- dispose of garbage responsibly and correctly.

- treat blemishes like acne and pimples holistically and safely.

- use hygiene products that are safe and effective for your skin and body

- wash your hands after using the bathroom (I know some of y’all don’t, too)

- please for the love of GOD flush toilets, especially public ones.

- use deodorant and perfumes

- get necessary vaccinations

- support local bills and political proposals that benefit public health and safety

- correct people on dangerous medical misinformation surrounding disease and sanitation.

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ashprince-of-bel-air · 5 months ago

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Sam Drake: Aftercare

I am a sucker for the aftercare of battle trope. I am also in love with Sam Drake from Uncharted 4 again. 18+ because smut. i also have written this after a few alcoholic drinks so plz don't judge me too much.

You sat Sam at the edge of the bathtub of your motel, it would be easier to clean him this way, making sure the blood from his wounds would not stain the floor. You knelt between his legs in the bath, taking great care to clean his injuries properly, his arm would twitch occasionally and try and bat you away, but you resisted. “No Sam, I need to make sure your wounds are clean” Your voice was soft and reassuring, you did not want him to tend to himself, you saw how he tended to his own wounds, dousing them in alcohol and wrapping them up, it was not sanitary.

It had been a hard day for you both, Sam had bore the brunt of the injuries, ones you were now attending. You heard his hisses and gasps as you cleaned his wounds, you knew it was not pleasant, but you wanted to make sure he would not have an infection. After cleaning the final cut on his chest, you lifted yourself from the bath, making your way over to the counter nearby to dispose of your used items.

“These will leave scars won’t they?” Sams voice was quiet, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted an answer to that question. You lifted your head and smiled softly at him “Women love men with scars, it makes them look mysterious” You winked at him to try and make Sam feel better, it worked somewhat as he smiled at you watching you dispose of the used medical equipment.

Sam’s eyes were upon you, his eyebrows manoeuvred into a cocky position. “Mysterious? I like the sound of that” Sam spoke as he lifted himself out of the bath, perching himself on the edge of it so he can watch you. “I don’t think I need mysterious though, I have women fawning over me anyway” Sam winked at you, you could see it caused him pain to do so, he was so stubborn and would never admit a fault or being in pain.

You rolled your eyes at the arrogant man, chuckling to yourself as you walked out of the bathroom, you knew Sam would recover just fine, you wouldn’t have left him otherwise, he was a big boy and could make his own way out of the bathroom. You found yourself in the main area of the rented room, only a king size bed lay before you, you were sure that you told the reception that you wanted 2 singles, it was now too late to rectify, the hotel was sold out for the night, and you did not have infinite money.

“Does someone need a cuddle?” You heard a sarcastic voice emanate from behind you. Sam walked past you and took a seat at the edge of the bed with a wicked grin on his face, realising the situation for himself. “Sharing the bed with you is a dream come true darling” His smirk was captivating, it caused you to smile and shake your head, you had gone this far resisting his charms, surely you could go one more night.

“As generous as that is Sam, I think I’ll stay on the sofa. Besides, you look like a quilt thief to me” Your voice was low and sultry, you did not mean it to be so, but Sam brought out the flirtatious side of you, you could not control it.

“Me? A quilt thief? I am offended! I will have you know that I am a saint in bed. No cover stealing, no snoring, just me, laid in my glorious perfection like an angel.” Sam’s voice was cocky and playful as he laid back on the bed, trying to entice you in, your eyes glossed over his shirtless body, eyes raking over his abs, wondering how they felt, watching his lips and wanting to know how they taste. You shook those thoughts from your head before Sam could notice you daydreaming.

“There are many words I could use to describe you Sam, an Angel is not one of them” A chuckle left your lips as you retrieved your beers from the hotel room fridge, it had been a long day, and you were deserving of one. You cracked one open for yourself and one for Sam, walking over to the edge of the bed you sat down and held the drink out to him.

Sam watched you intently as you sat down and took the drink from you. “You say I’m no Angel Y/N, the devil was an Angel at first” Sam’s eyebrows wiggled as he moved towards you on the bed, aiming to sit beside you.

“That’s true, until his ceremonious fall from grace” You retorted and took a long drink of your beer, leaning back on your hands on the bed, your eyebrows wiggling, enjoying the banter between you both, there was a sexual tension between the both of you that had not been noticed by Sam, you wanted to see how far you could push him.

Sam chuckled to himself, he shuffled slightly on the bed, making a little more room for you “And what a glorious fall it was” His voice was a mix of amusement and allure, he ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the tangles as much as he could as he awaited your presence next to him. “Do you know what else they say about the devil Y/N?” His voice was low and sultry, you had heard this tone before when he had charmed other women, it was just as effective on you.

“And what else do they say about the devil, Sam?” You rolled your eyes playfully at him, he was ever the flirt, and you expected a stupid response.

“They say the devil is charming, seductive, able to lure you into his trap with just a sinful look.” Sam moved closer to you as he spoke, his breath hot upon your neck, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him against you, Sam had never been this bold before and you were enjoying it. His lips were now exploring your neck, Sam was making sure to cover every possible bit of skin that he could.

“And you do look ever so sinful” Your voice was breathy and desperate; you did not even mean to voice your feelings but his lips against your neck made you weak. Your comment was barely a whisper, but it made Sam smile against your neck, he had you now and he knew you wanted this as much as he did. Sam pulled you back onto the bed with him, kissing your skin with passion, you fell into it, roaming his body just as passionately as he roamed yours. The feeling of his scars under your delicate touch, you wanted to kiss each one, to make him feel looked after and loved.

Sam helped you remove your shirt with ease, throwing it to one side, his eyes leered over your bare form, it was more than he could have imagined, you were a vision, one he could not believe was here before him. You had now moved to straddle his waist, falling into the passion that was taking over you both. Sam let out a breathy moan as he felt your body on his, his hands now gripping onto your thighs for dear life, the way his fingers were gripping into your flesh was sure to leave a mark, the thought of it made you even more desperate for him, wanting him to mark you as his.

Sam’s hands roamed your body and yours roamed his, you were both hungry for each other, this tension between you both had been threatening to spill for a while. A soft push was all it took for Sam to lay back on the bed before you, you were atop him and in control, teasing him as you saw fit, kissing his neck and biting his ear, eliciting those sweet moans from his lips. His calloused hands were rough upon the soft skin of your hips as he rolled your over, you looked at him in shock as you saw him atop you, taking every inch of your body into his memory.

You laid underneath Sam, his lean body pressed against you, it was a struggle to not moan at the feeling of him against you, you had daydreamed about him atop you ever since you had met him, you had never thought it would be a reality. Sam’s lips were attacking your neck and collar bone roughly, not caring if he left any marks, you were his now anyway. As the assault on your skin carried on you felt his hands roam down your body, one hand moving to the one area you were desperate to feel him. One hand finally found its way to your core, his fingers rubbing against your throbbing clit, causing you to tremble and moan underneath him.

Sam’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, revelling in the sounds of your moans, trying hard not to rub against your leg beneath him, craving relief. As you were nearing your climax, Sam removed his hand from your core, the whimper that escaped your lips was like music to his ears, knowing he could elicit such a reaction from you was mind blowing to him. Your breath was ragged, you were desperate and craved relief from him now, kissing him with passion and pulling him towards you.

Sam enjoyed the attention you were giving him, the affection and desperation for his touch was like a melody to him. He had wanted you as much as you now wanted him, he was more than happy to acquiesce to your desires. You were beneath him, desperate for him, Sam swiped his girthy length between your wet slick folds, revelling in the sounds of your moans before he pressed himself into you. It was a shock at first, you felt your body stretch around him, you loved the pain of it, getting used to it with every thrust.

Your bodies were now entwined with each other, a sweaty mess of euphoria, Sam had given a few more thrusts before you both climaxed, you were both breathless as you felt the ecstasy rush through your body. Laid in bed together you were silent, feeling the afterglow of your intimate encounter.

You laid with your head on Sam’s chest affectionately. “Work isn’t going to be weird is it?” You asked jokingly, releasing the tension in the air. Sam stroked your hair softly, taking time to kiss the top of your head. “It will only be weird if you want it to be sweetheart.”

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Designing Commercial Bathrooms: Your Guide to the Right Sanitary Ware

It is normal to feel overwhelmed in choosing the right sanitary ware for your commercial projects. Choosing the right sanitary ware will not only ensure your durability but will maintain the overall aesthetics of the room. With so many options available, choosing the perfect bathroom sanitary ware can feel overwhelming. Let’s break it down together and help you pick the best sanitary items for your bathroom that will work for both style and practicality.

1. Understand the Types of Sanitary Ware

When you look for different types of bathroom sanitary ware, it is very much of a mix. There are a lot of things that can be included but what you need for the most part are the following. Here are the most common bathroom sanitary fittings you’ll encounter:

● Toilets are the first ones on the list that are the most important units to consider for commercial projects. You can look for wall-mounted and durable designs that are rightfully space-efficient.

● Sinks are the image of your bathroom. They will reflect style only when you can look for a design that matches both ways.

● Another major aspect of sanitary ware is urinals. You will always need high-quality materials that are easy and ready to clean.

● If your commercial project requires shower or bath facilities, invest in bath sanitary ware that’s built to handle constant use and is easy to maintain.

2. Prioritize Durability and Quality

Commercial spaces are too heavy to be maintained. It is a high task and faces a lot of challenges. Durability is what makes it a key to high-end and longevity. There will be a lot of wear and tear in the busy environment and it needs to sustain that.

You must always look for brands that are built for this. They are worth investing in and offer good longevity which makes them a long time investment. Choosing durable bathroom sanitary fittings can save you money by being repairable and needing fewer replacements.

3. Focus on Functionality and Space Efficiency

Space is precious in any commercial setting, so you need to pick sanitary items for the bathroom that maximize functionality without taking up too much room. For example, wall-mounted toilets and slim wash basins can save a ton of space while keeping everything looking neat and modern.

Space is a valuable term that is precious when we look for commercial areas or settings. There might be a crunch in space and you can pick the right bathroom sanitary ware. The last thing you want is impossible to maintain in a high-traffic space.

4. Match the Design to Your Space

When the matter is of commercial spaces the design is ace of the cards. The design will matter as much as the functionality. You want sanitary items for the bathroom that align with the overall aesthetic of your project and there you have the right space.

You can look for a multitude of designs that will complement your space and each design will always have some significant difference. From traditional spaces to contemporary, everything makes a different fitting.

Conclusion

At Essel, you can find the right sanitary ware for your commercial project that will incorporate the above qualities and blend with the balance of hygiene and design. By carefully selecting the right sanitary items for your bathroom, you’re investing in long-term value that ensures comfort, ease of use, and low-maintenance upkeep. The commercial property could be anything from a hotel to a restaurant, bath fittings at Essel has got your back.

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arjunp99 · 3 months ago

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Sanitaryware: Everything You Need to Know

Bathrooms are no longer just utilitarian spaces, they have become personal sanctuaries where functionality meets relaxation. At the heart of every great bathroom lies high-quality sanitaryware products that ensure hygiene, style and durability. Whether planning a renovation, designing your dream home, or simply upgrading key fixtures, understanding the essentials of sanitaryware products can help you create a practical and beautiful space.

From selecting the ideal shower head to exploring modern trends, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know about sanitaryware and how to elevate your bathroom experience.

What are Sanitaryware Products?

Sanitaryware products encompass all the fixtures and fittings designed for bathrooms, such as basins, toilets, bidets, and shower heads. These products are crafted to interact with water, ensuring they remain durable and easy to maintain in wet environments. While aesthetics play an important role, longevity, sustainability, and user-friendliness are just as important when choosing bathroom sanitary items.

The Evolution of Bathroom Design and Sanitary Items

Bathrooms have transformed from purely functional spaces into hubs of luxury and innovation. In the past, simple ceramic designs dominated. Today, advancements in materials, eco-friendly technologies, and smart features have revolutionised bathroom design. From water-efficient dual-flush toilets to antibacterial coatings and touchless fixtures, modern sanitaryware products cater to style and sustainability.

Types of Bathroom Sanitary Items

Sanitary items form the backbone of any functional bathroom, ensuring both hygiene and aesthetics of the space.

Wash Basins: Essential for daily hygiene, these come in various styles like wall-mounted for saving space, countertop for a modern look, pedestal for classic designs, and semi-pedestal to combine functionality and aesthetics.

Faucets: Includes single-lever mixers for controlling hot and cold water with ease, wall-mounted taps for a sleek design, and sensor faucets for touchless, hygienic operation.

Toilets: Available in Western style for seated use, Indian style for traditional squatting, and dual-flush models for water efficiency.

Showers: Options include rainfall shower heads for a spa-like experience, handheld showers for flexibility, high-pressure heads for powerful streams, and eco-friendly models to save water.

Urinals: Compact, wall-mounted designs for efficient water use and improved hygiene, suitable for residential or commercial use.

Bidets: Standalone units or integrated options with toilets for enhanced personal hygiene and convenience.

Drains and Traps: Includes pop-up drains that simplify water flow management and bottle traps for maintaining plumbing cleanliness.

Accessories: Practical additions like soap dispensers, towel racks, and mirror cabinets that elevate functionality and organisation in your bathroom.

These bathroom sanitary items combine practicality and design, ensuring your bathroom is functional, stylish, and efficient.

Your choice of sanitary items directly impacts your home’s functionality, aesthetics, and value. High-quality bathroom sanitary items provide day-to-day comfort, reinforce hygiene, and help reduce your environmental footprint.

Explore Astral Bathware for high-quality, innovative bathroom sanitary items that blend style, durability, and sustainability. From luxurious shower heads to water-saving toilets, Astral Bathware offers everything you need to turn your bathroom into a haven of functionality and relaxation.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 year ago

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How would Vyes be with period comfort? Like I feel like he's the perfect person for that tbh, especially since his data collection obsession probably lends itself well to comfort.

(And I think Monty is the dude that'll send you a picture of the health isle and ask "What size pussy you wear?")

Tw: Afab reader

Absolutely. Yves collected enough information to know what ticks you off and what placates you during your period. Not to mention, since he has special environmentally altering devices around his house, you will find that your period symptoms are non-existent at best, mildly annoying at worst.

You will find it strange that you possess the energy and painlessness to do whatever you see in those sanitary products advertisements on TV. Yves has to remind you to change your pad or tampon regularly, because he is so good at alleviating it to the point you don't notice the ickiness down there. It's as if you don't have it.

He will pay extra attention to your nutrition during this time. Because you are losing blood and your hormones are running amok. Yves knows what each craving means; which mineral or vitamin you're lacking. He would fortify the meal with the required nutrients so that he could stop your desire to eat something unhealthy.

It depends on who you are as a person during menstruation, if you're the type to be clingy and whiny, you would notice a stark increase in his presence. Yves would touch you more, become a lot more chattier but his words are subliminally making you think highly of yourself. He knows that you tend to self hate during this vulnerable time.

If you want to be left alone, he will give you that. But within reason. Yves will be very careful with his words, getting straight to the point yet loving. So he wouldn't need to waste any of your precious patience.

Don't get him wrong, he understands when you're pushing him away because you want attention. There is a distinct difference even though it may be unnoticeable and irrational to the normal person.

Yves would stay with his arms crossed, waiting for you to give in and admit that you're acting standoffish because you thought he was going to leave you. Of course, he would reassure that he wouldn't and that he loves you more than anything in the world. Then, he would give you a light scolding for your behavior.

He isn't doing it to embarrass you. Yves is doing that in hopes of eradicating any thoughts pertaining to Yves being incapable of loving you at your worst.

Yves would do anything for you if you asked nicely, you're going to get told off if you're rude. It's not like you would be mean to him anyways, since he ensures that you're always in a good mood.

However, if you're staying away from him, you are expected to be lethargic and irritable. He doesn't have his intricate system fitted into your current address, but it doesn't mean he can't control the temperature, light, humidity and even pressure of your room.

You're definitely noticing that you're having your period, but your mood always greatly improves if Yves is around. Maybe it's because he does all the chores for you, your way without asking. He seems to know your personal system, nothing he does will ever be "wrong" in your eyes. He cooks your meals the way you like it, Yves puts everything back to its original place.

Maybe you would have to endure some nagging if the placement of your items doesn't make sense (eg. Storing canned food in your bathroom drawer), but otherwise, he is compliant to your standards. It is your home, after all.

You would not have to be embarrassed when he handwashes everything stained with your blood, separate from your other clothes. He enjoys taking care of you and would be visibly upset if you take that joy away from him.

Yves knows your favourite brand of sanitary products. He understands why, you probably liked its texture, its durability, the fragrance or lack thereof, the size and shape. It's important because in the case where the brand was discontinued, he could easily find a replacement that is equally perfect for you.

He has a section in his information vault reserved for your menstruation cycle. It contains all possible records of your symptoms, the factors that may be affecting said symptoms, the length of the cycle, your discharges and microbial compositions, lab results of your blood, even some used pads and tampons. But they're preserved safely and neatly with appropriate labels.

His collection is extensive, Yves even has swabs of the pus from pimples during your period, swabs of your skin, sweat and other somatic samples. Photographs of your face and body, allowing him to discern if there were any differences if you were at that time of the month or not. Recordings of your voice, reports of your breathing, twitching, heart rate, blood composition and toilet habits. Digital copies of your internet activities when you're suffering from different blood flows, studies regarding the menstrual cycle and so on.

Yves knows how you smell before each phase of the cycle. He puts his degree in chemical perfumery to good use, creating fragrances that are an amplified version of your scents so he has something to refer to. Yves would be alarmed when you smell completely different from his reference materials because that usually spells impending illness. And he is never wrong.

The smell doesn't necessarily mean the odor coming from your groin. It's the scent he detects standing six feet or closer to you. Your hair, your sweat, your skin, your breath, etcetera.

All this time, you simply thought he was a very attentive boyfriend or husband. You never wish he would go away while you're suffering with your period. He always knows what to say, how to say it and what to do. If only you knew the full extent of his research...

Montgomery on the other hand, he is panicking every month when you bled through the sheets, thinking that you're in excruciating pain.

It's clear as to why, because the women of his family have severe cramps and would be put out of commission during menstruation. An inherited curse. Coupled with the sight of heavy blood flow, the men in his family understand that it's not a walk in the park to have a uterus.

You're lucky that he's mostly occupied with work, or else he would have forced you to be bed bound. No cooking, no going to work, no going to the toilet without him (you could faint and hit your head!), no walking around and straining yourself in any way.

He doesn't get how not all people react the same way to their periods, sometimes Montgomery would be reduced to tears if he knows you're doing his chores while on your period, babbling about how you shouldn't torture yourself for him. Montgomery's insistence that he takes care of you, would annoy you to hell. Especially if his way of caretaking doesn't align to your idea of comfort.

Montgomery would look like you lost your mind if you asked for period sex. That is like asking to fuck an open wound in his dear spouse: insane, cruel and dangerous. It's one of the few instances where he would say no to sex.

Montgomery wouldn't ask which to get, because he will get one of each. He will bring it back home and will continue to buy the ones you liked. You better remind him which brand and size, because if he forgot, he is going to buy the entire aisle off.

He is susceptible to marketing tactics employed by companies that use periods as an advertisement tool. For example, if he happens to look up from shovelling dirt all day, wiping his brow and sees a gigantic billboard telling him that a notebook is all it takes to soothe period cramps, that will be the first thing he buys for you that day.

Anything to alleviate your period pain, his poor sweetheart must be under so much pain, and it kills Montgomery that he can't take the hurt away.

He may not be helpful at times, but Montgomery means well.

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 1 month ago

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An idea for a paranormal romance between a vamp and a human I had but probably won't ever get to bc my time management is crap rn:

So the human is a transman who is going to a 24 hour gym in later hours. He's working on becoming healthier in a body that makes him happy. It's still an on going journey so he doesn't want to be around areas that have reflective surfaces and he finds a corner. It's late but the gym isn't lonely or vacant and he finds a corner that has all the equipment he needs that also doesn't have any mirrors in the area. He shares this area with some others but because he goes late at night and his schedule isn't as set bc he's still new to working out and that's a new part of his life he's learning to incorporate and it takes a bit for the habit to stick.

There's only one other person who becomes familiar enough that's basically almost always there when he's there. He's a good looking dude. Kinda pale but otherwise a stereotypical mental image of a gym bro. They don't really talk, they each have their own work outs but there's a comfort in familiarity. They nod and smile to each other in greeting.

The other guy is obviously a vampire. He's old in human years but not old in like...immortal circles so he's in his early 100's. The gym is one of his first business ventures. (He went in halfsies with his business partner who is a werewolf because he needed someone during the day. The werewolf's pack is staff and they get to use the gym to help with the excess energy they get leading up to the full moon)

It takes the vampire a couple of months, about three or four, for him randomly smell blood and realize the human cohabitating the same space in a work out room didn't get injured and is bleeding but it's just menstruation! He's heading home at around 5 am, a good hour or so before sunrise, and he's passing a bodega/shop opening rather early. So he eavesdrops wondering if it may potentially be a robbery in place? But no, it's a friend of the store owner calling in a favor because his daughter started her period and they didn't have any sanitary items, and this store was the closest. The vampire finds it endearing and it takes him a couple more hours to remember that the male locker rooms/bathrooms don't have sanitary product dispensers! So he quickly starts to look into it and in the next couple of days it gets added.

The human notices the next time they go to the gym and it makes him happy. But he hasn't told anyone, but maybe it was just a moderation of the gym, ya know? He does stop by the desk to make a comment, saying he's very pleased with seeing the addition. The guy at the desk, the werewolf smiles and points to the Vampire who was locked into his work out and not paying attention, and tells the human that it was the owners idea.

The human begins to pay more attention to the vampire, and it doesn't take him too long to realize that he's a vampire.

The human has a whole week crash out about what he figures out but ultimately...the gym's become a safe place for him. Every one's kind and helpful, open minded and respectful...he just feels like himself.

He did go a bit stalker mode but he didn't learn anything beyond the very basic vamp stuff. What he learned more was about the vampire's interest. They shared a fandom.

The human strikes up the courage and asks the vampire to a midnight showing of a new release. The vampire accepts. It's paranormal romance but it's very slice of life so the stakes aren't as life and death. It starts off with them becoming friends and continuing their gym journey, the werewolf may be the one to play match maker.

The werewolf is nonbinary and uses they/them and get punny with it once the human knows about the supernatural.

#paranormal romance #lgbtqia #story idea

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the1975attheirverybest · 2 years ago

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Afterwards

A/N: the requested aftercare one shot. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: small mentions of smut in the beginning.

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Matty opened his eyes, looking down at her as he thrusted his hips forward. To his surprise, she didn’t whine or make a sound. Immediately, he slowed down, watching her closely. Her eyes were too foggy for his comfort.

“Hey, are you with me, baby?” His voice low as he inquired.

When she didn’t respond, he moved his hand from pinning her hip in place to cupping her cheek, “baby, look at me. There she is. Hi, you okay?”

She shook her head slowly, but that, alone, told Matty that they needed to stop. She knows their signal system, she knows she needs to be verbal for him to know that she’s alright. He also happens to know her body’s cues for when she’s experiencing subspace. The quiet euphoria, the spaced out look, the lack of vocal responses. He know he couldn’t count on her to be aware of her surroundings and safely communicate what she’s feeling, so it meant he’d better dial it down and bring things to an end.

He turned the vibrator off, moving it away from her and tossing it on the side of the bed. Just as he’d expected. She’d barely noticed. Her head was spinning, he body too drained to feel much of anything beyond the buzz that ran through it. Though her mind was slow at processing what was happening, her eyes were glued to Matty, watching his every move.

He pulled out of her, slowly, wincing as he did. He kissed her cheek, a drop of his sweat landed on her neck. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna, umm, take care of this and get you a towel.”

She was partially aware of the bed dipping down, and then back up as he moved to get off it. Her heart raced in her chest as Matty disappeared out of her line of vision. Anxiety taking over. The sheer contrast and intensity between the blissful feeling she’d been in moment ago, and the near panic she now felt, almost made her dizzy. She tried to sit up in bed to look for him better, see if she’d be able to land eyes on him, but her limbs barely lifted her off the mattress. She attempted to call out his name, but her throat was dry and groggy.

From the bathroom, Matty heard her faintly attempt to speak and came running. “D-did you say something, my love? Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” He caught her attempting to get out of bed, and rushed to stop her.

“I’ve brought the bathroom over to you don’t move just yet, alright?” She nodded, but he could tell she hadn’t really registered what he’d said. “Oh, fuck this. Clean up can wait.” He set aside the towel and sanitary items he’d brought over and jumped right into bed, squeezing himself behind her back, with his legs open to prop her in between them. “Lay back. It’s okay. It’s just me. You can lay your back on my chest,babe, it’s alright.” He brushed the hair to the side of her neck, pulling her all the way into him. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Don’t leave me.” She finally spoke, her voice a squeak.

“Oh, honey, I never would! Was just gonna get you some water and things-“

“When I couldn’t see you, I thought…” hd voice trailed off.

Matty leaned his head forward to look at her face, she was starting to tear up. “Hey, no honey, please. No cryin.’ It’s okay. I’m right here. I’ve got you. Alright?”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly. “I’m right here. You’re okay. I promise. I need you to listen to me. Focus on my voice. Can you do that for me, honey?”

“Mhm.”

He kissed her cheek. “Good girl."

He felt her cheek move as a smile grew on her face at his praise. “Listen, baby. It’s over now, yeah? You did so good for me, my love. Took me so well. Held it off when I said not to cum. And, even when you were tired and tied down at the end, you listened so well. Know that was hard, yeah?”

She nodded, recalling everything he’d put her through and blushing at the memory.

“Well, it’s over now. We’re in the afterwards part, yes? Need you to come back to me, alright? Can you do that? Can you focus? Here, breathe with me.”

He squeezed her hand in his, guiding her through a deep breath. “Okay, you’re doing so good, darlin.’ So, so good. One more, okay? C’mon.”

Once a little life had started to return to her eyes, he felt comfortable enough beginning to clean her up.

Reluctantly, he untangled his limbs from hers and reached for the supplies that he’d brought over earlier.

“This towel’s gone cold, let me run it under warm water again, I’ll be back.”

She whined as she watched him walk away.

“Know how I know you’re doin better and I can start cleanin’ you up? It’s cuz you’re complainin’ about me leaving.” He chuckled.

Unsurprisingly, he was back in a matter of seconds, delicately wiping at her still sensitive skin, peppering her face and body with kisses, in between. “Such a perfect Angel. So good to me” he whispered into her skin. “Fuckin’ love you, so much.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled lethargically.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world. I’m so lucky that you’d even have me.”

She didn’t have the energy or the words to respond, but she smiled, knowing that he’s aware she felt the same way about him. He preferred it when she just let him shower her with his love afterwards, anyway.

“Alright. That should do it for now,” he tossed the towel into the hamper and did a little victory dance when it went right in. “Bath first or food first? Oh, never mind, why am I asking. Food first, you’re too low on sugar to go into a hot bath right away.”

He reached over to the night stand and grabbed her water bottle and chocolate flavored protein bar. “Here. Drink this.” He watched her like a hawk as she took a few sips. “Drink more.”

She gave him a pout, but it did nothing to persuade him.

“Alright. Now eat this.”

“Don’t feel hungry right now.” She shook her head.

“This is not for hunger, this is for blood sugar and energy.” He said matter-of-factly.

“But I don’t want it.”

“Three bites.” He suggested.

“One bite.”

“Two bites. And I give you a kiss.” He bargained.

“Alright.” She beamed smiling as she took her first bite.

Dutifully, Matty fulfilled his end of the agreement and went right into kissing her as soon as she’d taken her obligatory bites.

“You in any pain?” He asked in between kissing her neck and her shoulder. “You feeling alright?”

“I’m better. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not done. Gonna run us a bath, yeah? Would you like the pink bubble bath or the lavender one?”

“Lavender, please.” She batted her eyes at him sweetly, making him laugh.

“You got it, baby.”

“Hey, Matty?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Love you.”

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fluff

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officialchristiancagebbgirlblog · 10 months ago

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The Feeding

Brood! Christian x f/reader (filler name of Jen)

Fic type: smut

Warnings: mention of blood and periods (yes related)

Word count: 1898

Link to masterlist

🩸Happy reading 🦷

Living with three male vampires posed its challenges. Jen was certainly lucky that, for the most part, everybody got on with each other and there weren't any attempted ‘love triangles’ or any drama related to being the only girl in the house. She was sure her partner, Christian, would have something to say if that were the case.

He was somewhere in their shared home, probably downstairs talking with his fellow vampires about…whatever it was they talked about. Jen tried not to get involved in their business as it wasn’t anything for her to know about. They had their business, she had hers. And that’s all that mattered. She was thankful that there was mutual respect for that aspect.

She lay in the middle of their shared bed, clutching a hot water bottle to her lower stomach. Unfortunately, it was that time of the month for her. And it had decided to read its head at the worst possible time as she was without any sanitary products. Well, almost. There was one lonely pad she found in the depths of the bathroom cabinet. Not wanting to go downstairs and face all three men to announce she needed one of them to haul themselves to the nearby store for her, she waited upstairs for Christian to make his way back up to her. Although Christian was the only one who fed off her, there was no telling what could happen if they figured out that she was a feeding source that didn’t require access via fangs. The last time she was on her period, it was almost a nightmare as the other two were having trouble sourcing food to eat but her partner refused to share with the other two. She wouldn’t have minded helping out (provided there was a way she was able to use an item for ‘collection’ so to speak to avoid that physical contact with anyone but Christian) but…well let’s just say this was a rare treat that he refused to be generous with. Something about these types of feeding just made him so much more protective, ravenous, and desperate.

Being so distracted by the twisting cramps, she didn’t even hear Christian enter the room. And where she didn’t notice him, he initially didn’t notice the gorgeous smell emanating from her body. His focus was only on the concern he held for her upon discovering that she was visually in pain.

“Oh you poor thing,” he cooed with a gentle voice, “are you okay? Because you certainly don’t look that way.”

Even though he had been turned into a vampire years ago by Gangrel, he still hadn’t lost the slight lisp that came with trying to pronounce his ‘S’s or ‘C’s. It certainly wasn’t as prominent nowadays but if you listened to him long enough, it was obvious. Unfortunately, not a lot of people did listen to him for that long to find out this interesting little fact about him. Most people who got close to The Brood would flock to Edge, being the tallest and most conventionally attractive out of the three. Jen, although she couldn’t deny the beauty of Edge or the kindness of Gangrel, found herself preferring the company of one Christian. Naturally he became quickly attached to her, like a lost puppy in desperate need of attention and affection.

Jumping slightly at the sudden sound of his gentle voice, she turned to look at him through half lidded eyes. She didn’t even have to say anything before he gave her a sympathetic smile and sat on the edge of the bed to properly check up on her. Just as he leant in closer, the smell of her predicament hit his nose. His pupils expanded as his expression changed, mouth beginning to water. He even noticed that his fangs felt that little bit sharper at the excitement of that realisation.

“You know, it’s been a little while since I last had something to eat…” his voice trailed off back into quiet as his soft hand travelled down her aching stomach to her right thigh, gently resting on top of her leggings.

“Wait, before you go any further I need you to do something for me!” She interrupted abruptly, slipping her hand under his. Doing so almost fully broke his trance of excitement. He hummed in question, meeting her face with a soft look in his eyes and a slight smile on his face.

“Can you go out and just grab me some…uh products for me please?” She asked, still finding herself getting shy at asking him to do the thing he’d been happily doing for her since they met. Chuckling slightly, he leant over to plant a quick kiss on her cheek before mumbling “I won't be long, then” and leaving the room with haste. He was clearly hungry but was willing to put that need aside to help his beloved. And with that, she was left alone.

One thing that was interesting was that each vampire had a special gift beyond morphing into bats and inhuman speed: Gangrel had his strength, Edge had his healing, and Christian? Beyond his fantastic ability to be the world’s most annoying vampire, he had this incredible ability to be very compelling, almost borderline manipulative if the situation called for it. Though he couldn’t show this off as much because, as mentioned before, no one really paid that much attention to him beyond the people he lived with. Nonetheless, it was a power of his. Hidden, but existing. Before he had realised Jen was the one for him, he was the main ‘Hunter’ so to speak as he could attract anyone and everyone. Suffice to say, they had a lot of skeletons in their closet. Literally. As much as she loved Christian, she sometimes wondered what compelled her to fall in love with him so quickly. She was glad she did for a variety of reasons but it was still a question that she found floating around in her head years later.

Once again, she was so distracted that she hadn’t heard him re-enter their room holding a plastic bag full of goodies for her. Well, goodies with the addition of pads and tampons.

“I got you some extra bits which I figured you’d probably need!” He said, with a smile in his voice. Jen took the bag off him, returning that smile as he kneeled on the bed in front of her.

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” she groaned as another wave of cramps passed over her body, “I’m gonna put it away quick so I can lay down and-“

“Pass it here, I’ll do it!”

He wasn’t usually this eager to do a chore but she reckoned it was his way of trying to make the inevitable feeding a bit nicer. He couldn’t make the pain go away and this way of feeding was so messy that it always made Jen feel a little uncomfortable. But seeing how happy and satisfied he was afterwards helped her get through it.

He had taken the bag from her hands, practically throwing things in the hopes he could get them to their homes quicker so he could get on with his meal. Grabbing a large black towel, baby wipes, and tissue paper, he jumped back on the bed.

“Let’s get these off…” he mumbled, pulling on her trousers and underwear until he was able to just fling them off her legs. Tucking the folded towel under her bum, he opened her legs. She watched him take a deep breath in through his nose, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the smell. When his eyes flicked back open she noticed that they were darker, full of both lust and hunger. But as clearly desperate and excited he was for this, he didn’t rush into it. Instead he took his time kissing up her thighs.

For a vampire, he had very warm lips. The rest of his body was cold and pale yet his lips were light pink, plump, and warm to the touch. It still shocked her to feel the difference in temperature when she felt his chin or nose graze over her skin.

The softness of his kisses as they travelled slowly upwards sent tingles down her body to meet his lips in the middle. It felt incredible when he took his time with her, but she could tell he was becoming impatient. As much as Jen wanted him to keep planting his lips on her legs, she inched her way down to signal that she wanted him to attend to his needs. And he obliged with glee.

As he licked one long stripe between her lips, she gasped at the contact. He groaned in return as the taste of blood sunk into his taste buds. Normally he would spend a moment or two savouring the taste, enjoying the feeling of his favourite meal! But he was so hungry, he just couldn’t take it. Taking a hold of her legs to pry them further open, he delved in between her thighs. At this point in time, it felt incredible. Getting simultaneously eaten out and cleaned up felt so good! Christian did his best not to instinctively bite down as he licked and swallowed each droplet of blood that came freely from her body. It was such an intense flavour that he did gently nibble once or twice.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “that feels so nice…”

Again he hummed in response, flicking his tongue up against her clit to give her some more pleasure. It earned him a whine to which he smirked, spending some time in that precise area. Considering his experience it was no wonder that he knew exactly where her clit was. One of the many pluses in their relationship.

As time went on, his mouth was beginning to ache and tire. Although he was still hungry for more, his jaw was certainly on its way out to exhaustion. Still, he pushed on. To give his jaw a short break, however, he dipped his long, slender fingers deep inside her to lick up the blood that way. As he lifted his head to suck on his fingers, she noticed what looked like a long string of blood attached to his bottom lip, still connected to her. Seeing that made her feel strangely aroused and she couldn’t think why. Perhaps it was the idea that he was so engrossed in what he was doing he didn’t care about it as much as he normally would? Or maybe it was the idea that he was enjoying himself so much, he made a complete mess of the two of them? Either way, it was hot.

Christian continued this for another few minutes before he finally reached over for the bag, grabbing a tampon to use on her so she didn’t have to, and using the towel and nearby wet wipes to clean her up. He’d normally clean her up with his tongue but he had been down there for so long that his tongue needed a moment to rest.

“I’ll probably be coming back for some more,” he chuckled, kissing her shoulder before laying next to her briefly, “but I’ll let you rest and get yourself in comfy clothes, and then we’ll have a cuddle. I think we both could do with a little rest after that.”

#christian cage #christian #captain charisma #christian wwe #instant classic #the brood #christian cage x reader #christian cage fanfic #christian cage imagine

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