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if I have to deal with it!!!! THEY have to deal with it!!!!
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#typically they both have very impressive pain tolerances but not even they are immune to the almighty power of Cramps#it doesnt help that it is always a BATTLE to convince either of them to take any painkillers#whichever one is suffering (tm) the other always gets super protective over. rest of the family typically steers clear. for everyones safet#gemini au#tw menstruation#cw menstruation#menstruation#kinda#close enough anyway#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#tmnt 2k18#tmnt 2018#rottmnt separated au#rottmnt disaster twins#rise disaster twins#fidgetwing#usually they camp out in their bedroom but donnie wanted to play video games ; _ ;#so couch den#leo hisses at anyone who dares come too close#LIKE UHM EXCUSE YOU??? DONNIE IS CLEARLY TRYING TO SLEEP. FUCK OFF. ; _ ;
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important reminder for people who menstruate:
if your cramps are so painful you can't do daily tasks, take care of yourself or get out of bed. if you pass out or vomit from cramps. if you can't walk or stand up properly from cramps. if you need to take pain medicine when you get cramps or else you will get sick, pass out, whatever.
seek medical help. people talk about how painful cramps are, and it's true, but there's a level of pain that simply isn't normal, and you need to get it checked
signed: someone who was recently diagnosed with endometriosis
#sam.txt#sam.message#psa#menstruation#menstrual cycle#periods#endometriosis#pcos#menstrual health#menstrual cramps#period cramps#health#emetophobia#emetophobia tw#medical#medical tw#ask to tag
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Like a Cigar feat. Max Phillips x menstruating!f!reader
Summary: You have cramps and Max has a holistic way that might help.
Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,879
Content Warnings: dubcon (bc vampires and their hypnosis), reader is a menstruating person, period sex, poor managerial skills, if he were her boss there would be hr concerns, p in the v sex, neck biting, blood
Author's Notes: This came about from a discussion about periods on discord and this is dedicated to @noxturnalpascal and @strang3lov3's cat, Gizmo.
Thank you to @strang3lov3 and @noxturnalpascal for cultivating this with me, and to @bitchesuntitled and @jennaispunk for their eyes and love.
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“Dammit.”, you swore under your breath as you dug around in the cabinet under the bathroom sink.
Only one regular tampon and one panty liner were not enough to get you through the night. The iron-rich flood that was about to destroy your underwear had arrived and you were not prepared.
Moving out of your ex’s apartment and having to start again in a city you didn’t know was hard enough, but realizing at 2 am that you had no period products when all the signs and your health app had warned you this was coming nearly had you on the verge of tears.To top it off, you had nothing to dull the twisting aches of pain but an old sock and maybe some rice to MacGyver a heating pad.
You hastily shoved in your final tampon, slapped the panty liner in your underwear, put on some old sweatpants, grabbed your keys and headed out to your car.
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The speakers in the 24-hr Walgreens were blown out, causing John Dever’s Suzanne’s Song to sound like two sick frogs singing along to a car occasionally backfiring.
The cramps had really hit you hard en route, and you shuffled slowly to the Feminine Hygiene aisle. Turning the corner down that aisle, you saw a man. An extraordinarily well-dressed man at 2:16 am in a Walgreens.
You’d assumed that you would have seen a staff member or maybe another uterus-haver being in the aisle, but not this. The man turned from examining a pack of ULTRA tampons in his large hand and smiled wide, toothy grin and nodded at you. If you weren’t so exhausted and hurting, you would have been creeped out, or at least slightly unnerved, but in your iron-deficient and cramp-fueled haze, you nodded sluggishly and turned to face the wall of catch-it-all and plug-it-up products.
Your brain ignored the man and focused all your energy on picking the products you needed, bending slightly forward to try and lessen the pain in your abdomen. It wasn’t until you heard the deep inhale beside you that you clued into how close the man was standing to you now.
“Can I help y-”
“You’re bleeding.”
His tone was low and blunt, and carried the sound of the grin on his clean shaven face.
“Excuse me?” You turned to him with a wary scowl, feeling the inherent feminine rage start to boil up at his audacity.
“I said you’re in pain.”, he responded in the same blunt, grin-fueled voice.
You narrowed your eyes at him. It was then you realized just how well dressed he was; a light gray three-piece suit with a butter-yellow dress shirt underneath the vest. The gold cufflinks and rings styled him expertly and his hair was perfectly coiffed in a short, neat cut. He was extremely overdressed for the occasion of meeting you amongst the pads and tampons at this time of night.
“Who the fuck are y-”
“A period expert.”, he said while flashing a perfect smile at you.
You felt like you were about to be sold a used car with sawdust in the gas tank.
“A period expert?”
“Well, more of an expert in blood, but periods fall under the umbrella. And guessing by your being here at this hour, and you-”, he raised his brow and looked you over, his eyes darkened as he subtly flicked his tongue and wetted his bottom lip. “You look to be in the throes of Mother Nature’s cruelty.”
You took the lord’s name in vain under your breath and turned back to the neon coloured boxes of overpriced and taxed tampons, and clenched your jaw. You were not in the mood.
“I can help.”
“I’m sure you think that.”, you grunted through your clenched teeth.
You heard him hum a slight laugh; whether it was authentic or not, you couldn’t tell. What you could tell was that he was getting closer. As you squatted down, trying to alleviate your cramps and scope out the bottom shelf, his shoes stepped into your peripherals.
You stood up with an irritated sigh, and as you were about to turn to face him, to tell him to back the fuck off, you stopped. Or you were stopped. Stopped by some unseen force, making it harder to access your freewill.
“I can help.”
The smooth, deliberate tone was behind you and close enough that each syllable came with a breath that moved the hair at the base of your head, causing your body to erupt in a wave of goosebumps. Any and all irritation faded, and your senses dulled slightly. A warm, euphoric haze curled itself around you and all you heard was his words I can help bounce softly around your skull. From the corner of your eye, you vaguely noticed his hand moving in a slow, twirling motion.
His hands softly held your arms, just below your shoulders, softly squeezing and rubbing them soothingly, and he leaned in, taking in a deep breath.
“God dammit, you smell good. You smell like you’re in desperate need of some help and I am just the guy for you, sweetheart.”
“What are you - a… a gynecologist?” Your words were slightly drawn out, and to you, they sounded like they were spoken into an echo chamber.
“No. Not at all. Not a medical professional, but you could say I take a holistic interest in all things blood. And you’re full of it.” His voice sounded like it was eons away, echoing through space and time towards you, but based on his touch and the breath on your neck, you knew he was close. But the fog you were in made it easy enough for you not to care.
“My name is Max. Max Phillips, and I am going to help you, sweetheart.”
You sluggishly opened your mouth to say your name but he tsk’d you. “No… I don’t care about your name. I care about the current state you’re in.”
Max’s hand moved around your front to your lower abdomen and he pushed down with his palm. You let out a long, slow breath mixed with a groan, and he huffed a low chuckle into your ear.
“I know, sweetheart.” The mock pout on his face came though in his voice. “ It hurts, but I’m gonna fix this for you.”
His voice, his words, and his weird twirly hand movements had you sink further into the fog and it felt like a fever dream. Max seemed to move faster than your eyes could process it, flitting to the front and returning with a shopping cart, then loaded it up with what seemed like one of every kind, size, colour, and brand of period products - a smile on his face the whole time. You watched as Max walked behind the pharmacy counter with no objection from the staff, almost like they couldn’t see him, and he loaded up a white, prescription paper bag with several large scoops of acetaminophen and ibuprofen tablets. He then led you to the till where he paid for a ridiculously huge variety of pads and tampons, and some cheap chocolate from the impulse area by the registers.You carried a paper bag full of the painkillers as Max ushered you out into the parking lot, towards the backseat of his vehicle. But the whole thing felt like you were watching it unfold from above your own body and not actually participating.
Once you were seated in the back Max got in on the other side and flashed you another megawatt smile.
“Okay.”, he said with a gusto and slapped his hands together. “Let’s get started.”
He pulled the sack of pills out of your hand and tossed them into the front seat, along with the bags of items. In one swift motion, he grabbed your calf, turned and pushed you down, and your neck and head were at an awkward angle, butted up against the door handle and window
The haze that had enveloped you was lifting and the reality of the situation you were in was drawing on you.
“What the fu-”
“You’re fine.” Max’s tone was as sharp as the pad of his finger pressed into the crotch of your sweatpants.
“You’re fine, sweetheart. I’m just helping.” His dismissive and snide tone began to push you back into that fog, but this time, you tried to fight it.
You tried to sit up, but his deep brown eyes seemed to darken into the shadows the streetlights threw over him. You stilled, your limbs feeling heavier as you stared into his eyes, dulling your senses so you could only focus on him. A car honked loudly at the intersection in front of the Walgreens’ parking lot, but to you, the sound of it was muted and dulled, and far away. You laid back again, neck and head squished up against the door, as he maintained eye contact.
“That’s a good girl. No need to fight it. I’m gonna make it all better.”
And you trusted him to do it. For some unknown, god-forsaken reason you trusted him.
In one quick movement, your sweatpants and underwear were down to your ankles. He hummed and his tongue jutted out the corner of his mouth as he struggled to get the second pantleg over your Birkenstocks.
“There we go.” Max tossed your clothing into the front seat and looked down at your core.
He reached forward and gave the now-rust coloured tampon cord a tug, seemingly trying to gauge how easily it could be removed.
When you made a small noise expressing your concern, his eyes darted up to yours. “Knock it off. I’m helping you, remember?”
His hand moved up your thigh, roughly digging his fingers into your skin to keep you still, and his other moved back down between your legs then tugged the tampon out of you. He smiled as he held it up, noting how weighed down it was already with your blood and he placed it on the centre console. His finger then came in contact with your copper-toned nub. Rubbing small circles, he looked up at you and leaned in slightly, his non-occupied hand moving in a slow circular motion in the air.
“Fuck…”, you managed to breathe out. Your own voice once again sounded foreign and far away.
He smiled at you with a tooth-filled, smug smile, and you watched as fangs appeared, lengthening his canines, and your immediate slight panic was tampered down by a well duh! feeling. Between the fog and his cool finger pad drawing tight, soft circles on your clit, you let the ebb and flow of the situation take over.
“Good. You got it. Just helping you out, sweetheart.”
Max pushed his middle finger into your wet, hot heat, eliciting a gasping soft moan.
He smiled and wiggled the tip of his finger inside you. “You’re too easy, Bloody Mary.”
Before you could answer, he pulled his finger out, pushed you further up against the door and crowded himself up against you; the angle your neck was at should have hurt, but whatever spell he had you under had you not caring about your current circumstances, and it also seemed to be dulling your pain. He pressed his body down on yours, his nose buried into your neck, and inhaled again. He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head, then took one of your ear lobes into his mouth, gently sucking it.
You let out a sigh that made your body feel like a deflated mylar balloon, just barely floating along. But as Max became more engrossed in your scent, specifically your out-in-the-open penny-flavoured pussy, his control over you began to slip. The feeling of him sucking and licking and nipping at your ear and neck started to lose its muted sensation, and the haze that had wrapped itself around your mind was lifting. The clarity you suddenly felt as more than one of his fingers pushed into your hole made you suck in a staggered breath. He lazily pumped his fingers in time with the licks and sloppy open mouth kisses he lavished your ear and neck with.
Despite that clarity, you couldn’t stop him. He sounded so… euphoric. His moans and his grunts and his groans, hums and small huffs of delight were hypnotic all on their own. That and you had never had someone seem so engrossed in having you lay starfish and make you cum. At least, your ex wasn’t like that - he’d haphazardly finger you with untrimmed nails and rub your clit raw, spend three minutes panting and whining in your ear as his dick missed your hole like a fly not being able to find a window and then crowed like a rooster when he came… why did I stay with him? you thought.
Max seemed to sense your mind wandering to past events and he lifted himself, hovering over your cramped up torso against the car door. His furrowed brow seemed exaggerated by the shadows being draped over him, and the dim light of the streetlight outside casted eye shines on his black orbs. His fingers continued to piston in and out of you harshly. The discomfort of his rhythm paled in comparison to the outright pain of the cramps that had your uterus in a vice.
“Turn off your fucking brain or I’ll do it for you.”
You swallowed and nodded as best as you could with your chin crunched down against your chest, and he lowered himself back down, resuming his mouth’s work on your neck, and you felt a slight sting. You let out a soft moan, and in response he licked where his teeth had grazed you then hummed and grunted as he kissed and sucked the spot, the vibrations adding to the stimulation on your neck. As soon as you started to let yourself get lost in euphoria, you could feel your orgasm building.
“I can feel it”, he hummed, bringing his face to yours. “Can feel her quivering and shaking…”
You let out a panting mewl as his breath huffed over your face in a laugh. You clenched on his fingers and wanted to grab him to ground your body, but you couldn’t. It was like you had no control over anything but your breathing and everything was tingling with pins and needles, completely useless to you.
“Good… finally. Jesus, took your fucking time.”, Max said, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his fingers and shoved his fingers into his mouth, humming satisfied, and closed his eyes in relishment.
It was so abrupt. He took away his hand before you had fully come down and you looked up at him confused as he sucked on his fingers. His brows raised and his other hand came up, making a circular motion, telling you to get a move on with… something?
“Wha–”
“My fucking pants! These are a cashmere-wool blend and I saw the Wal-Mart brand, multipack underwear you were wearing, Bloody Mary - I know you can’t afford my dry cleaner!”
You stared up at him like he had three heads, not putting the pieces together.
He leaned forward and his voice dropped into a low, menacing tone. “I am not going to fuck you with my pants on, Bloody Mary. My hand is a fucking mess because of you so make with the no pants.”
“Shit…”, you muttered as you sat up, shaky hands pulling open the dark, expensive looking belt. “Do you want to have anything else taken off? Like your shirt or vest?”
He rolls his eyes and shrugs off his overcoat, then his suit jacket, then muttered, “You deal with the fucking buttons.” He opened his hands to indicate he was talking about his vest, impatiently raising his eyebrows to tell you he was waiting.
With your shaky fingers on his buttons, you clumsily opened one at a time. The bliss from your previous orgasm had subsided and the cramps in your abdomen came roaring back along with a wave of hot nausea. Max groaned in irritation and impatience, watching your face contort. His hand snaked around to the back of your head and gripped your hair.
Yanking down, he forced your face up to look at his. The shadows cast across this face seemed deeper, highlighting every crease and fold in his skin as he scowled at you. “Focus. I’m doing you a favour, sweetheart.”
You felt the warm, liquidy feeling begin to ebb and flow over your mind again as you stared into his eyes and your hands seemed to be under his control, deftly unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt. He still held you by the back of your head, hair scruffed like you were a feral cat and not a docile, hypnotized, bleeding human.
Once Max had his smooth abdomen on display, your hands moved back down to his pants, unbuttoning them then pulling the zipper down, getting a peak at the pair of dark blue - with little red umbrellas - European style briefs underneath. Under his control, you tugged them down, showcasing the impressive outline of his semi-hard cock. You raised a brow as you gazed down from the awkward angle from which he held your head and made a complimentary ‘huh’. Even if the circumstances were different, you’d have a hard time kicking him out for eating crackers in bed.
“Take a fucking picture next time, Mary.”
Your eyes jumped up to him and he scowled at you impatiently.
“My dick could be out, rammed into your bloody slash, kicking your cramp’s ass, but you’re being pretty fucking ineffective with your and my time.”, Max snarled. “So knock off the ogling and get back to work!”
The tone at which he barked reminded you of the manager you had when you were 15 with your first summer job at McDonald’s. He had chastised you for cooking the fries too long and berated you in front of the entire crew on your shift, and left you in tears, sobbing on the dirty staff bathroom floor. This time though, the beratement made your hole twitch and ooze, and heat bloomed in your pelvis.
On your own volition, you pulled down his underwear to where his pants had landed mid-thigh and tugged both the rest of the way to his knees. Even though you were working as quickly as you could given the cramped conditions and the weird hold he had on the back of your head, Max still seemed to think you were moving too slowly and he shoved you back against the door and grabbed your leg at the knee, yanking your crimson core towards him.
“Finally.”, he grunted as he lined himself up and sunk into you. He wasn’t the biggest you’d had but he was thick and it felt amazing juxtaposed to the cramps. He let out a deep, low groan as his dick disappeared into you, feeling the hot, slick grip you had on him once he was fully seated in you.
“Please… fuck-move…”, you moaned, you eyes closed and brows pinched.
“Thank fuck you have manners.”, Max muttered as he started to slowly pull out and then push back in.
He kept the slower pace and at first you thought it was for your benefit, until you opened your eyes a crack then jumped - Max was staring at you intensely, mouth pulled into a tight frown. He looked like he was concentrating hard on something. He noticed you looking at him and he narrowed his eyes.
“Pacing yourself is important.”, he grunted out through clenched teeth. “It’s a good strategy in
not overwhelming yourself… and- fuck…” He stopped and worked to regain his composure. “And it’s effective to do something at a steady speed so you don-don’t get tired.”
Beyond the steady, rhythmic pace at which he repeatedly impaled you, his words made you want to recoil from him. He sounded as if Patrick Bateman wrote a ‘how to’ guide for managerial sex. It was clear he was enjoying this far more than he wanted to let on and his ‘pace’ was him trying not to blow his load quickly…
Which lead your thoughts down a tangent: do vampires have loads to blow? Is it like you imagined Edward Cullen’s cum being glitter glue-esque when you were 18? Was it like that neon green slime you saw at the Dollar Store? Was it just like regular cum but maybe Count Chocula flavoured?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the pinch you felt on the inside of your thigh and you caught Max glaring to you while he kept pace,
“Am I boring you?”, he spat out venomously. “I’m doing this for your fucking benefit, you know…”
You started to get lost in his eyes again, missing out on his face contorting as his features became gargoyle-esque. You only noticed when he began to quicken his thrust, becoming harsher and he leaned down almost nose to nose. The menacingly intimate proximity made your cunt tighten and flutter, bringing you right to the edge of another orgasm.
Before you could react, his face moved fast to your neck and he bit down. That was all you needed to set off the stick of dynamite in your pussy and you came hard, flooding any crevice or space that existed between you with your crimson tide.
Max released his bite and pulled back, mouth red, wet and dripping. “I bet you’re one of those leftists who just fucking loves unions.”, Max growled lowly, keeping up his brutal pace as he fucked you through your orgasm.
You have no idea why, but you nodded in response, panting a breathy, pained “Yes!” as you shook and cried out. His eyes rolled back and let out a groan turned high-pitched whine and stilled as he arched his hips into you, unloading whatever mystery goo vampires jizz.
Whatever vulnerability you thought might come post-vampiric sex never came, and before you could crawl out of the haze your mind was in, Max was wiping his crotch with your discarded leggings then fixing his pants and dress shirt. Then he was shimming your panty liner-saddled underwear and now-sticky leggings back on you. He opened the car door behind him, got out and walked around the vehicle. The door you were butted up against opened, and you fell back against him, and Max’s arms hooked under your shoulders and pulled you out, unceremoniously dropping you on your ass. He turned back to the car, pulling out the bags of pads and tampons he'd gotten and the paper bag of painkillers and threw them at you.
“There. All fucking better.”
Stunned, you watched him get into the driver’s seat and made the engine roar to life. He hit the gas and drove forward to the end of the lot then turned around. As he passed you to get to the exit, you watched as he picked up your bloody tampon and put it in his mouth like a cigar.
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A month later, you woke up to the telltale twinge that heralded your period and as you rummaged under the sink through the ridiculous amounts of period products, you wondered if you should make a trip to Walgreens.
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Sometimes you just gotta give your faves cramps, yknow?
#scout#trans scout#tf2#tf2 fanart#team fortess 2#team fortress fanart#scout tf2#tf2 scout#my art#GET CRAMPS IDIOT!!!!!!!#this is how I cope leave me alone. sobs#cw periods#tw periods#< tagging just in case#the uterus experience fr
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Parkers, Pots & Periods
Summary: Reader is Peter’s sister and is going on a field trip to stark industries, the catch? She’s on her period and has POTS… things go badly and Wanda and Nat step in to take care of you.
Words: 2324
TW: Periods, Pain, nausea (no puking), POTS, Cramps, Bullying, fainting, name calling, Flash (that’s its own warning), Flashes “nicknames” for peter, field trip trope.
A/n Hi guys I’m alive! Sorry for disappearing (kinda). My life is chaos incarnate. I accidently got stabbed in the thigh yesterday. But I stuck an avengers Band-Aid on it and I was fine :D
Somehow the universe decided to screw your over three times today. The first, you had POTS, whilst not a new condition it did make the next two things worse. Second you had a trip to stark towers which meant a lot of standing on a tour and being around your class and knowing the avengers would be lurking nearby. And third, the real icing on the cake … you were on your period as if you had blood to lose as someone with POTS and a low blood volume to start with.
So that was how you were doing today as you arrived at school. Sure, you had graduated about three years ago but there had been talks that someone had found out Peter’s identity and was planning something, which was how you ended up undercover to be a glorified bodyguard for peter… well a glorified babysitter with homework. You had been chosen by the team as you were the second youngest next to Peter and as a lesser-known member of the team who was young, you could pass as a high school student without raising suspicions. ‘Yay me.’ You thought sarcastically. Leaving high school was amazing and having to go back to babysit your little brother… not so much.
You skipped training this morning as you were already feeling quite awful due to your period and your POTS which was always made worse when it was shark week.
As you arrived at school with Peter, happy dropped you both at the block around the corner and you shouldered your old school backpack and sighed.
“Let’s get this over with.” You grumbled and peter nodded. Neither of you feeling particularly excited to go on a trip through your own house with classmates who hated you.
Peter was just as unhappy; flash had been giving him shit all week for his internship and wanted desperately to prove the Parker boy a liar today. When you had found out about the bullying you almost intervened before Peter had a talk with you. He reminded you of what uncle ben had said to you both before he died, and your eyes glossed over as you made the decision to respect his wishes and promise to your late uncle.
As your shoes slapped the pavement with exaggerated steps and dragging movements, a grin itched your face when Ned began waving to you from across the quad. MJ looked up and gave a single half handed wave cross salute before going back to her sketchbook, her legs kicked up on the picnic table.
You liked MJ and Ned. They had welcomed you to their group and they knew that you had already graduated but agreed to stay quiet if it meant keeping peter safe. They both knew you and your brothers’ real identities. As the second spider that protected the city aside from your brother and Natasha you had decided to keep your identity quiet until Peter graduated, knowing he would have just as many issues with the press if you were unmasked before he graduated compared to him being unmasked.
You threw your backpack down and threw your head into your arms, letting out an exaggerated groan.
“You feelin’ alright bonehead?” MJ said looking up from her sketch.
You simply grunted before turning your head, still resting on your arms to look at her through a furrowed brow.
“Shark week.” Was all you said, and MJ nodded before turning to her bag and digging around before fishing out a chocolate bar she threw at your head. Your spider sense kicked in and your hand flew up and caught it.
“Thanks MJ.” You grunted.
“Anytime Parker.” She said going back to her sketchbook. You leaned over to glance at the page and snorted. MJ simply suppressed a grin and kept working on the detailed drawing of Flash trapped in a display case at stark towers with a placard that read “Bullied Peter Stark, glass tapping encouraged.” With a drawing of Tony leaning on the display case eating a banana with Nat handing out tomatoes to the rest of the team to throw at flash. Leave it to MJ to make this trip better.
You thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But curse your Parker luck because that was the moment flash began to storm over. MJ quickly shut her sketchbook as flash stood over Peter.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t penis Parker. I wasn’t expecting you to show up today. With your big lie going public today I thought you would be too much of a wuss to show up. Prepare to be publicly humiliated Parker. Today is the day your life is torn to shreds.” He said.
“Like the lie about you having a brain flash ‘cuz I think everyone knows that’s fake.” MJ said flicking a few pencil shavings at him. She glared at him, and he glared back before huffing.
“Whatever idiots. I’ll see you on the bus. Parker don’t forget I would hate for you to miss your public execution.” He spat and headed off to wherever it was Flash lurked between tormenting Peter.
“Petey…” you began.
“No y/n I’m handling it.” He said shutting you down.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll leave it alone.” You said while silently wishing a piano to miraculously fall on flash. You desperately wanted to help but you also wanted to respect Peter’s decision especially as you knew his reason was fuelled by a very personal experience that had changed both of you tremendously.
As the last class before the field trip ended you felt like death warmed over. Your head hurt and your period was only making your POTS worse. As you stood from your chair, you had to hold onto the table as your vision went fuzzy for a second. When your sight cleared Peter shot you a pointed look which you shrugged off and headed for the bus.
If there was one thing you didn’t miss from high school it was field trips, twenty sweaty teenagers in a bus for who knows how long, most likely with no air conditioning which would only contribute to you feeling worse. None of that was appealing to you in the slightest.
As you all filed onto the bus you groaned when you sat down, putting your head in your hands, and taking deep breaths. The cramps had been getting worse all day and they were toeing the line of unbearable.
MJ sat next to you and kept a close eye on your movements or lack thereof.
As the bus lurched with the traffic you suppressed any of the wounded animal noises that were trying to escape you.
After what seemed like a torturously long bus trip you felt the bus slow to a stop. Looking outside the logo of stark towers was the first thing your eyes fixed on.
As everyone filed off the bus you swayed slightly trying to fight off the dizzy lightheaded mess along with the cramping. Life really wasn’t being kind to you.
With a hand resting around your stomach, you watched Peter sidestep flashes foot and walk inside.
The building was cool when you entered which made you feel a tiny bit better but still largely awful.
As the tour guide passed out the lanyards you and Peter hung around in the back.
“I bet puny Parker won’t even have a lanyard, he’s too poor to be let in.” Flash said nearby and your fist tightened at your side in an attempt to stay there.
When all the passes were handed out Flash was the first to point out you and Peter didn’t have one.
“Hey! The Parker’s are missing their badges. We’ll have to leave them behind. Sorry no poor people allowed.” He said with a big grin and Peter looked like a deer in headlights as everyone turned to face the two of you. You just shrugged.
“Friday?” The tour guide asked. “Has there been a mistake?”
“Ms Parker and Mister Parker do not require badges as they have tier 10 clearance, access is granted to all floors, labs and rooms.” A voice said from the ceiling startling a few people.
“That’s Friday.” The tour guide explained “she’s tony starks AI and she runs the tower.”
“I don’t know how you hacked the system, but you will pay Parker’s.” Flash said sticking a finger in Peter’s face.
“Whatever flash, you’re just mad that you have level 1 clearance and can’t go in the toilets without permission.” MJ said as flash stormed off after the group.
As the tour progressed you were feeling worse and worse, all this walking was making the cramps worse, and all the standing was aggregating your POTS. Your vision had been spotty for a while now and your legs hurt. Your midsection was cramping something awful, and you saw no end in sight.
As the group was shown to the museum floor you did your best to stay rooted to your body as your head felt like it was floating away.
“Y/n/n you should really go home. If you sneak off upstairs, I’ll cover for you.” Peter said and MJ nodded.
“I know your white girl, but you’re not meant to be that white… ever.” MJ said and you shot her a small glare with did nothing to deter her.
“Can’t I have to stay with Peter.” You said swallowing down the nausea you had begun to feel.
“I can look out for myself.” He said in a soft tone. But you shook your head which was a terrible idea as you swayed, having to lean on the wall the stay upright.
“Right, that’s enough….” Peter begun but your hearing was fading as Peter seemed to keep talking.
As your hearing and vision began to drift away Peter began softly alerting Friday to the situation, as he requested Wanda of Natasha to come and get you.
As he saw a flash of red hair down the hall, his spider sense flared, and he was just in time to catch you as your body finally gave up and went slack.
Natasha seemed to arrive almost at the same time you passed out into Peter’s arms.
The group had moved on and it seemed they were none to wiser to the avenger’s presence.
Peter looked panicked for a second as he held you up.
“I’ve got her Pete.” Natasha said as she picked you up effortlessly into a bridal carry. “Go catch up with your group Wanda and I will look after her. Don’t worry.”
“Alright. Text me updates.” He said and Natasha nodded dutifully before carrying you to the elevator.
When she arrived back on your floor that you shared with the two redheads, you shifted in her arms, letting out a small whimper.
Natasha walked over to the door to her room, opening it to see Wanda already having everything set up for a movie day.
“Oh my god is she ok? I know Peter said it was bad but … is she out?” Wanda said coming over and fussing.
“She passed out as I got there. She must be feeling terrible.” Nat said as she set you down on the bed gently. Wanda came and sat next to you as Nat changed into some comfy clothes and took to your other side.
Wanda’s hands carding through your hair was the first thing you registered when you came to.
“Nat, I think she’s coming around.” Wanda said softly.
You let out a small, wounded noise as you tucked your knees to your chest in an attempt to stave off the relentless cramps.
“Shhh y/n/n it’s ok. Natty and I have you baby. You’re alright.” Wanda said softly.
You whimpered again and shifted to clutch your midsection.
“Cramps?” Wanda asked knowingly still playing with your hair.
“Mmm.” You said softly.
Before you knew it a hot pack was being slid onto your stomach and your muscles went lax as Wanda pulled you into her lap.
You opened an eye and saw her smiling down at you.
“Hello sweet girl. How are you feeling.” She said gently.
“Bad.” You hummed.
“Chocolate?” Natasha said as she offered you an already unwrapped chocolate bar. Not bothering to use your hands you began eating it while Nat still held it. Making her smile softly in amusement as she fed you the chocolate.
“Oh my god, I left Peter!” You said scrambling to sit up but Wanda kept you pinned.
“It’s alright baby. Fridays watching him and you’re in no condition to be doing anything other than cuddling and watching movies with us. Ok?” Wanda said. She could see the gears turning behind your eyes and gently turned your chin to look at her.
“Okay sweet girl?” She said again.
“Okay.” You said softly.
“Excellent. Now you pick the first movie.” Wanda said as Natasha returned with popcorn despite you not having seen her leave.
As the day went on you began to feel better. Between the salty popcorn Wanda was feeding you and the blue electrolyte drinks that were stocked in Natasha’s mini fridge you began to feel less terrible.
The girls had everything you needed, from a warm heat pack to chocolate to cuddles. You eventually drifted off feeling warm and only slightly in pain. Knowing you were safe with them.
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You guys know that uh. That feeling when you have a knife in your gut
#have you ever had period cramps so bad that you started romanticing them#mispelled draws#misp draws#tw blood#tw stabbing#tw pills#even though its just midol lol. figured id tag it to be safe#man idk how to tag non fandom art posts. hashtag art#comic#art#artists on tumblr#am i doing this right#hahahahha ok gonna stop while im ahead
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just transferred my period cramps to big man
don’t worry, he’ll be fiiine 😇
#tw periods#big man splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon#my art#loafbud#loafbud art#tw period mention#fanart#period cramps
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ANAKIN who cannot stand the thought of you in any sort of pain. so much so he hates it when you're on your cycle. you two's force bond is so close that he can feel when you're uncomfortable, he can sense your feelings and emotions. when you're halfway across the galaxy with your own battalion, hiding in the bathroom and trying not to cry because of the pain from your menstrual cramps, anakin can feel it as he listens to the chancellor drone on about politics. he knows how bad you feel on your cycle. when you get irritable at everyone, and then later cry in his arms because you "didn't mean to be *that* mean!", anakin's heart aches. so, when he senses you're in pain, he's at your side instantly. how does he manage to make an excuse to see you so much? no one knows. but there he is, making you drink water and glaring at anyone who dares to make a comment about your attitude. he's like your guard dog.
#june speaks now.#june’s thoughts.#june's hayden tag.#june’s star wars tag.#june's anakin tag.#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x female reader#mention of menstrual cycle#tw periods#tw menstrual cycle#just in case#anyways can you tell i'm cramping rlly bad#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x reader fluff#?#hayden christensen x reader
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could you do caitlin hcs with reader on her period
Periods of Love ; Caitlin Clark ♡
꣑୧ — summary | hcs of caitlin taking care of you while you’re on your period ❤️🩹
— warnings | none just pure fluff !
my master list ㇀♡
a/n : lmaooo did you guys get my pun 😭 (pls laugh) anywayss more hcs 4 u guys ! Enjoy ◡̈
what she would do ;
She would for sure drop anything and everything to get you your favorite cravings !! It doesn’t matter if it’s 1am or 2pm , our girl is out
definitely runs you a warm bath to help with cramps , and would give you a nice and gentle scalp massage if you asked 🤭
SHOWERS you in kisses and cuddles , anything to make her baby feel better
she definitely has a tracker for the both of you on her phone , just to make sure she’s always prepared
self care essentials are always stocked !!! This includes tampons / pads , advil or pain reliever , heating pads , etc
random scenarios ;
She’s great a sensing when you’re not feeling well , even before you realize it yourself. One second you’re moping in bed and the next you’re being scooped up by your girlfriend and taken to the couch, where she’ll wrap you up in a warm and nice blanket as she cuddles you while yall watching movies :)
IS SO UNDERSTANDING OMFG !!! Never makes you feel embarrassed when on your period. she’s open to talking about it if you want to, but is also perfectly fine with quietly helping you 😣
Amazing listener. If you’re feeling emotional , she’ll hold you close and let you vent without judgement. Always offering words of encouragement and insight !
sososos intuitive and knows when you need space vs affection
fucking PRO at making hot water bottles and will tuck them around you to soothe your cramps
Is all about making you feel comfortable , so she’s constantly checking in on you to see if you need anything. WILL set reminders on her phone to make sure you’re taking your pain medication regularly
specific example ;
picture this , you just got your period. You’re laying in your bed cuddling with your girlfriend when a pout suddenly appears on your face , with your girlfriend knowing all to well what you’re feeling and what you want.
Just like clockwork , she gives you a sweet and loving kiss on your cheek before leaving her position on your bed , giving you a soft and gentle look before saying “I’ll be back, the usual right?” You nod, whispering out a quiet thank you, as your girlfriend proceeds to grab her car keys and make her way to the store.
we live for soft and gentle cc in this household ‼️ as always tysm for reading!
#wlw#wlw imagine#wcbb#headcannons#my hcs#caitlin clark#wcbb x reader#caitlin clark x reader#iowa wbb#caitmylove#22#uconn vs iowa#iowa women’s basketball#iowa hawkeyes#period cramps#tw periods#womenhood#womanhood#i love my anons
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Trans Struggles/SILLY
Felt silly and got the idea to draw them with their respective trans struggles in regards to periods BDBDBDBDBD
#au#art#drawing#traditional art#traditional drawing#smg4#smg4 au#smg4 fanart#smg4 art#smg4 meggy#smg4 tari#smg4 bob#smg4 bob bobowski#meggy x tari#megari#trans#transgender#trans pride#trans man#trans woman#transfem#transmasc#tw menstruation#menstruation#period cramps
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You ever get really depressed and want to rot in your bed, and think everyone hates you, and feel the worst you’ve ever felt, and then your period starts…. Just asking for….. a….. friend.
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Time of the Month 🍒💋
Matt Sturniolo X Fem Reader
Warnings - bad cramps, groaning, blood, names
“I love you so much.”
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You were sleeping over at your boyfriend Matt’s house, and it was all calm and happy. You basically live in Matt’s house with his brothers now since you’re quite literally ALWAYS THERE, but no one minds. You were sleeping in Matt’s bed, you too were cuddling until you both fell asleep. After a couple hours, you woke up to a pain in your stomach. CRAMPS! You sit up, groaning as the cramps were hitting you, not realizing what was happening under the covers. You pull the blankets off you, then gasp at the sight you see..
Blood. Your pajama shorts have some red stains in the front, but the back is a whole different story. You look at the sheets where you were sleeping, and there’s a red stain. You cover your mouth in embarrassment, feeling a mix of feelings.
You think to yourself..
I got my period, and I got it on Matt’s sheets! He’s gonna be so mad! This is so embarrassing!
You stand up, making sure Matt is still asleep, you can feel the water works coming as you walk into the bathroom and slowly and quietly shut the door, and once the door is shut, your broken. Tears stream down your face as you think about what happened, you got your period in the middle of the night, and it’s all over MATTS SHEETS!
You sniffle as you quickly but very quietly turn on the shower, you take off your clothes so you can wash up the mess on your body. Once you’re done, you grab the towel and wrap it around yourself, till you hear a faint knock at the bathroom door, you freeze.
“Y/n? Baby are you in here” Matt speaks softly, standing at the other side of the door.
You gulp, “Yes!” you squeak, feeling the tears starting to build up again.
Matt speaks again softly, “Can you open the door for me please sweetheart?”
You look at the door handle, you put your hand on it, you hesitate but open the door. Your gaze meets Matt’s, and he looks very worried for you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up..” You sniffle
Matt chuckles, “It’s okay baby, but I need to know if you’re okay..?”
You freeze, feeling the tears tricking down your cheeks, you shake your head, “No.. I’m not”
Matt let’s out a small sigh before stepping in the bathroom and pulling you into an embrace, his strong arms holding you.
He speaks softly, “I cleaned up the bed sheets, and I have some of my clothes you can borrow to wear.”
You cover you face in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry Matt! I didn’t mean to stain your sheets.. I didn’t know-“
He cuts you off, “No baby, don’t be sorry or embarrassed , you can’t control when you get your period. So as I mentioned, I put the sheets in the wash, I’ll put your clothes in there too. The extra clothes are on the bed for you, alright? Do you have an extra pad or anything?”
You shake your head, he nods. You watch him open the bathroom cabinet and look through it, he then pulls out a pad and hands it to you, you look at him in shock.
“Why do you have these?” You ask, almost giggling
He smiles, “because you need them, and I’ll always get my girlfriend what she needs” He grabs your clothes from the floor that are stained and starts speaking again, “I’m going to put these in the wash, go get changed with the extra clothes I have for you”
You nod, he leaves the room and shuts the door softly. You walk over to the bed and see Matt’s hoodie, and his boxers. You smile as you quickly put the things on, Matt walks back in the room with water and pain killers.
He looks at you, “you look so cute in my clothes, but anyway I got you these since I know your cramps are bad, then we can cuddle and go back to sleep, alright?”
You nod, you take the things from him and quickly use them, before laying down in the bed. Matt lays next to you and wraps his arms around you, he taps your thigh, indicating to wrap your legs around him. You do so, feeling super comfy and loved.
Matt starts speaking softly, “ya know, you should have woke me up. I don’t want you to ever think that I would judge you for anything, alright? I love you so much y/n”
You smile and nod, “I love you too, Matt”
You hug him tightly, you too cuddle for a while and talk about something’s to get your mind off the fact that you’re now on your period. After quite a while, you doze back to sleep. Matt stays up, watching you like a guardian angel that will never ever let you go.
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Sorry for the short story! If you want anymore, or have any ideas LET ME KNOW!
LOVE YOU! 💋🍒🤍
GUYS I CHOSE THIS SONG CAUSE ITS CALLED DARK RED YK LMAO
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#red#tw blood#period#period rp#boyfriend#cuddling & snuggling#sad thoughts#cute#sweet#loving#period cramps#SoundCloud
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✨I’m not doing well✨
#period cramps#tw period talk#tw period mention#menstrual cycle#menstruation#pcos#period pain#period posting#female rage#girl blogger#girl blogging#girlblogger#girlblogging#girlhood#girl help#girl journal#girl stuff#girl rotting#manic pixie dream girl#girlcore#im just a girl#just girly things#just girly posts#hell is a teenage girl
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#girlblogger#girlblogging#girljournal#jennifers body#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girl interrupted#girlhood#hell is a teenage girl#im just a girl#female hysteria#female rage#periods#period cramps#pms#periods tw#periods are the worst#periods suck#womenhood#tumblr girls#pinterest girl#pink aesthetic#pinkcore#girly tumblr#just girly things#just girly thoughts#hyper feminine#this is what makes us girls#this is a girlblog#girl blogging#girl blogger
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I saw this tiktok that said if you eat cabbage like a lotta cabbage—-like an entire cabbage—-then you won’t get cramps on your period and as someone who gets cramps to the point where I feel like ripping out my uterus, I though ykw wouldn’t hurt to try it
Tell me why it actually works 💀💀 it still hurts but now at least I can stand up on the first day without feeling like my back is being split in two
So yeah eat cabbages y’all
#haya: talks#cabbage#period cramps#tw periods#there is a tw for periods ?? 💀#period tips#girl tips#girl advice#for the girls#girlhood
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you are chipping away at me piece by piece with those shoulders sir
©My1magine
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