jarah one shots 💓

tampons and tangled

(sarahs pov) , guys i literally just rewrote this whole thing for no reason so have fun

I woke up to the soft crash of waves just beyond the window, the early sunlight slipping in through the white linen curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. There was something about mornings like this—slow, quiet, and familiar—that made me feel safe. I turned over to face John B, still dead asleep, his mouth slightly open, one arm flung dramatically over his head like he was in some kind of romance movie. I smiled and reached out, brushing his hair off his forehead.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whispered, cradling his face gently.

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

"Fucks sake," I muttered to myself, flopping back onto my pillow.

Just as I shut my eyes again, it hit me—a sharp, twisting pain deep in my lower abdomen. At first I ignored it. I was tired, and John B was still snoring, and honestly, I didn't want to admit that I knew exactly what it was. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and tried to breathe through it, but it throbbed again, more persistent this time.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, the bed next to me was empty, and I could hear the kettle whistling downstairs. The smell of bacon and something sweet—maybe pancakes—floated up into the room. My stomach rumbled... but so did the cramps. Harder this time.

Ugh.

I swung my legs out of bed and instantly felt something wet. I looked down and saw the dark stain on my legs and the sheets.

"Oh no. Not today," I groaned, a little too loud.

"You all good, Sar?" John B's voice floated up from the kitchen.

"Yeah! I'm okay!" I shouted back, panicked. No way in hell was I letting him come up and see this murder scene.

I shuffled into the bathroom, wincing every step of the way. A quick shower, clean pyjamas, tampon in—only two left, I noted grimly—and I felt slightly more human. But now I had to deal with the bed. I braced myself as I walked back into the room, ready to strip the sheets before he saw—

Too late.

John B stood in the doorway, eyes wide, pale like he'd just witnessed a crime scene.

"Err... John B? You good?"

His eyes never left the bed.

"Sarah. What the actual hell is that? Do you need to go to the hospital? Did you cut yourself in the night? Did someone come in and stab you while I was making bacon?"

He was spiraling. Classic John B.

I rolled my eyes. "Whoa, breathe. I wasn't stabbed, you melon. I literally just got my period."

He blinked. Processing.

"Wait... that's... that's all it is?"

"Yes! And I'm fine. Well, aside from my uterus trying to kill me."

His face shifted from panic to embarrassment in two seconds flat. "Oh shit, Sar. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I shrugged. "I'm surviving. Barely."

And then, without another word, he bolted.

"John B?" I called after him, but he was already down the stairs and out the door.

I stood there, clean sheets in hand, confused and kind of annoyed. Was this how he was going to deal with periods now? Just run?

I pulled out my phone and called Kie.