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bloody mess

𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢

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sapnap already knows something is wrong when he comes to in the morning. his usual slow drift into consciousness is sudden, and the feeling between his legs immediately rings warning bells in his mind.

he doesn't have to peel back the covers to know he has started his period. he can feel it under him and down the inside of his thighs. he knows he must've made a mess of the guest room sheets and he can feel discomfort coiling in his gut.

sapnap had forgotten his pill when he travelled down to north carolina for the week but, because he was only partway into a cycle, he was sure it would be fine. clearly he was wrong.

karl should be the only other person in the house right now, which is good, because the brunette knows that sapnap is trans, but even telling him about the predicament is embarrassing.

he can't even sort it out himself because he came completely unprepared. he doesn't know where karl keeps spare sheets and he can't go to the store to get himself the needed products without a pad to travel with.

he sighs, his chest feeling tight. he wants to cry but he knows that's just his hormones messing up. he doesn't let himself cry because his stupid period makes him feminine enough, he doesn't need to make it worse by being all soft and sad.

the least he can do is act like a real man.

sapnap sighs, sitting up, and tries his absolute hardest not to focus on the feeling between his legs as he reaches over to grab his phone.

he sends karl a text to tell him about the predicament because, despite trying to act like a man, he's still too cowardly to go and have the conversation in person.

karl obviously replies immediately, asking what sapnap needs and saying he was just about to go to the store to get drinks for tonight, so not to feel bad over thinking the brunette is going out of his way. it's surprising that karl knows him well enough to reassure him before he's even felt guilty.

sapnap tells his friend he only needs pads, which karl seems surprised about, double checking he only wants one thing, and sapnap says he's not needy.

he hears karl exit the house, followed by the sound of the car leaving, and gives it another few minutes for karl to be well and truly gone before he finally gathers the courage to get up.

to say he has made a mess is an understatement, and sapnap has to force himself not to dwell on it as he focuses on one thing at a time. firstly, he needs to clean himself.

he goes over to his suitcase, looking down at his underwear section which, obviously, only houses boxers and socks. no bras, since he had his top surgery a while ago, and no panties, cause he obviously didn't predict this would happen.

sapnap knows that he should message karl, asking for him to buy him some panties too, but he would rather die than have to experience that embarrassment. he supposes he will just have to grit through the next few days, constantly checking his boxers and changing his pads to ensure he doesn't leak.

it's fine though, he won't complain. he won't let his hormones get the best of him and start acting like a whiney bitch.

the ravenette bends down to grab a pair of clean boxers and has to press his lips together as his stomach cramps so suddenly that the pain shoots up through his insides, twisting around each organ.