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Started my period fourteen days late. I hate this sm.

Period Pains

Natasha x Reader

Notes: Made this because I'm in bed wishing I had a girlfriend to come cuddle me

Word Count: 1k

You can feel the disappointment settled deeply in your bones the moment you wake up. The unsettling feeling low in your abdomen causes you to sigh. It’s a frustrating feeling and you should be used to it by now. Yet it never seems to stop bothering you. You reach across the bed to feel for Natasha only to be met with nothing. She must be out training. You sit up slowly, hoping to ease the pain in your belly, as you try to wake up enough to go to the bathroom. Another month. Another week of pain. You plant your feet on the ground, hands pressed against the bed, as you push yourself to a standing position. You shuffle the few feet across the room to reach the bathroom. You reach under the bathroom sink to find a sanitary napkin before dropping down onto the toilet seat. You swipe at the tears in your eyes at the sight of blood in your panties. It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn't be this way. Deciding that you feel icky, a shower is the only way to get you feeling decent enough.

You stand again, flushing the toilet behind you before walking over to the shower. You turn it to the hottest setting you can stand before tossing the panties and your sleep shorts into the nearby hamper. You wait for the water to heat up before stepping under the shower. You can barely stand and everything feels unstable. Your head hurts, your breasts are tender, your legs feel shaky beneath you. You make quick work of cleaning yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back as the water rains down on you.

Natasha will be home soon. Then she can come and lay with you. All you want is Tasha.

You step out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel rushing to your bedroom to put on a pair of panties and the sanitary napkin. You’re not even going to try tampons. No matter how many times people recommend it having something inside of you seems to hurt. So you stick to pads. It’s a simple step and you toss the wrapper in the trash. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. Everything hurts. You try not to think too hard as you reach inside of the medicine cabinet for extra strength Midol. The only thing that makes periods bearable for you. You pop open the packaging, pushing the pills into your mouth, before turning on the sink. You cup your hands under the running water to sip the water. It’s enough for you to swallow and you do so with a frown.

Giving one final glance to the bathroom to make sure it’s clean, you rush back into your bedroom. You dig through Natasha’s drawer for one of her oversized t-shirts. It used to be Clint’s but now it’s hers. It smells like her laundry detergent and it brings you comfort while you wait for her. You stretch it over your head straightening it down your body. You don’t care about pants right now. It would only annoy you to have the fabric over your sensitive skin right now. You crawl into the middle of the bed pulling the covers over your head. You just want to sleep.

You don’t realize that you actually do fall asleep until Natasha is brushing her fingers along your face. She whispers for you to wake up and you do with a whimper. The pain comes back at you full force as you blink your eyes open.

“Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S. informed me you weren’t feeling well,” She speaks in a hushed tone. Her brows knit with concern and she gestures to the tea and hot water bottle sitting on the nightstand. “I brought reinforcements.” She says.

“Yeah,” You whimper again tears shining in your eyes now. “Hold me?” You ask. You don’t care how you look. You’re in pain and you want her. Natasha doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed. You lift, waiting expectantly for her to find a good position, and that’s when you notice what she’s wearing. A simple black tank top, no bra, and biker shorts. She must have showered when she got here. She pulls you into her arms as she lies against the pillows. She reaches with her left hand to grab the hot water bottle pressing it against your back. You flinch slightly before sighing in relief at your aching muscles fighting against the heat.

“You got your period?” She guesses and you nod against her collarbone. She kisses the top of your head. She knows the first few days of your period leave you practically bedridden. She rubs her thumb soothingly against your bare arm under the sleeve of your shirt. You listen to her breathing for a few seconds finding the constant beating almost lullaby-like.

“I’m sorry, Tasha.” You say suddenly. “It’s not fair.” You press your face further into her body clutching her shirt between your fingers as another wave of cramps hits you. She knows what you mean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She soothes. “We can try again.” She promises. “If you want. Only if you want.” She says. She’s so understanding. She’s always so understanding with you. You close your eyes, trusting her to keep you safe, as you try to relax.

Natasha’s hand that had been rubbing your arm travels down your body and under your t-shirt. She reaches just slightly under the waistband of your panties, pausing her fingers when you tense under her. You’re sensitive but you nod against her to continue. She presses just slightly on the skin there. Right, where you feel the most pain. She massages gently and you whine. Her touches are gentle and caring as she tries to alleviate some of the pain you’re feeling. It seems to be working as you feel the muscles under her fingers relax just slightly.

“I love you,” You whisper to her.

“I love you too,” She whispers back.

Whumpril Day 3 - Sore

It started small. Sitting on the toilet, Yoo Mia looked down and saw blood staining her clothes. She felt like crying. Why was there blood? Was she injured? Was she dying? Tears came to her eyes.

She left the bathroom, and walked over to her oppa. He was cooking the company’s dinner in the kitchen they had taken over. Yoo Joonghyuk looked up when he heard footsteps at the door.

Seeing his sister in tears, he dropped what he was doing, seemingly chopping vegetables, and went over to his sister. Leaning down to hold her face, he asked why she was crying.

“I was just on the toilet a-and I looked down a-and saw blood! Why was there blood!” Yoo Mia was hiccuping and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, hey, it’s normal, I think I know what’s going on, it’s okay,” Her brother was comforting her, wiping her eyes before pulling her in close. “Do you want me to go over it or would you rather have Lee Seolhwa or Lee Jihye?”

“You please, oppa,” The girl had not completely stopped crying but was slightly calmer now.

“Why don’t we sit down then?”

Yoo Mia’s stomach felt like it was bursting. There was an all consuming ache lingering in her chest, and it hurt, ever so badly. She drew her knees up to her chest, rocking back and forth to try and make it stop.

Yoo Joonghyuk, seeing this, brought his sister into a hug.

“It happens when you get older, your body starts adapting to you growing up,” Yoo Mia wanted to make a comment about how she knew what puberty was, but the ache swallowed up the majority of her attention.

***

Her oppa was dead. He died after fending off a sword strike meant for her. When her time of month came next, she remembered how he had so lovingly told her about what it would be like. She remembered how he calmed her down when she was crying. She remembered how he didn’t leave until she was in a better state of mind.

She curled up, and the ache wouldn’t end.

Ed Recovery and Periods!!

I need help to try and figure out if the irregularities in my periods are because of my ed or not.

I also want to recover regardless of whether or not my periods are affected my the disorder.

I have to talk to someone who knows about at least one of these things since I cannot stand to even consider the humiliating experiences of making my parents take me to the doctor and all the 'told you so's'.

Thank you very much for reading through this