little warning: periods. blood leaking from the womanhood. don’t read if u aren’t comfortable w it thanks boo
tags: @whydontwejustbesomethingdiffrent @dreamypebbles @magicalmarais @wdwaestheticcs @boomboomboomwayhoo
“(y/n), babe, babe,” He shakes the sleep from me forcefully.
“What? What happened, Zachary?”
“There’s blood on the sheets,” He breathes.
“Blood on the she-?” I kick the warm the blanket completely off my exposed legs and sit up on my elbows to look for the cause of his worries. I realize that my inner thighs are full of sticky red fluid and it’s also all over the bed. I look over at Zach’s confused face, illuminated by the dawning daylight streaming through the blinds of his bedroom.
His light brown eyes search mine for an answer, “What’s going on? Why are you bleeding?”
“Do you not know what time of month it is?”
“Two weeks before the 31st, everyone is getting ready for Hal-”
“Yes, ma’am?” His bushy eyebrows furrow together thoughtfully.
“Your cyc- oh. Oh.” Zach peeps his head slightly above the comforter and observes the bloody scene with a new point of view. He wraps his arms around his bare chest. The fear fades from his innocent eyes, “I’m an idiot.”
Although we had been dating for quite some time, we only decided to start sleeping in the same bed the previous month a few days after my period stopped. He hadn’t ever encountered a leakage that up-close in his life considering that he only had one female in his household that went through the painful time. “I’m sorry, baby. I was just scared and I was half-asleep and I didn’t know what was g-”
“Zach, it’s alright, love.” I yawn and lean my head on his shoulder.
He kisses me with his familiar lips, “You know what? Go take a shower and I’ll clean this up. Don’t you worry about a single thing, my princess, I’ll handle this.”
I smile against his skin. Even if he was the one who messed up, he had to be the one who seemed more mature in the end. He’s quite a stupid kid. But I love that stupid kid with all I have.
With one last kiss, I get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom. I turn on the warm water and strip the clothes off my body. As the drop to the floor, I realize my pajama shorts are completely soaked with blood. I roll my eyes and kick them next to the magazine stand. As soon as I slide one leg into the cubicle, I hear a quiet knock at the door.
“Would you like me to take your clothes? I’m going to wash the cover either way.”
I giggle. Zach does have common sense, it turns out.
I turn the lights off and unlock the door to hand him my stained clothes.
“Why is it so dark in there, (y/n)?” He asks as he wraps his hands around the cloth.
“Zachary Dean Herron, I’m naked.”
“Oh sorry.” He suddenly stumbles back and I hear a loud thump.
“That was me, I tripped. The thought of you being naked overwhelmed me a little bit.” He wheezes.
I burst out laughing and turn the light back on, closing the door. He is too pure.
“Tada!” Zach shows me a plate stacked with pancakes alongside bowls of freshly chopped fruits like strawberries and bananas, “I made breakfast! I hope you like it!”
I sigh and walk over to my wonderful boyfriend. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly. He pulls me close to him and subtly tries to deepen the love but I move away politely, “As much as I’d love to make out, I’m hungry as frick.”
He chuckles, “Guess your comma is giving you desperate cravings, huh?”
“Comma?” I pull up a stool, my eyebrow still raised at Zach.
“Isn’t that what it’s called?”
I snicker and serve myself a portion of the deliciously fragrant food, “Yeah. I’m on my comma.”
