HOLY MOLY TY FOR THE AMOUNT OF LIKES AND REBLOGS
(itās that time of the month š©ø/slight dysphoria) Yeah listen guys, the seasonal depression is hitting hard. But thisāll try to be for everyone pre t or not, but in this story u donāt have bottom surgery. Yk I feel like thatās obvious, congrats if u do got tho! But menstrual cycles are the topic.
You had been really busy on missions today, barely time to rest as much. Normally the extra work is not a problem, since Robert would half the time send you off to non emergencies.
But today, most of the emergencies consisted of fighting villains. Again. Not a problem. But for you, it was a huge inconvenience. You had your period. All day the cramps were consistent, off and on due to running across everywhere at once.
You were paired up with Flambae and got sent out together to take down this really big villian that was spot wrecking things across the town. Everyone else was too busy to take the mission with you, so you got stuck with him.
You usually kept to yourself away from Flambae, out of most of the guys on team Z. Reasoning? Well all the other male dispatch members were cisgendered. You werenāt. It was hard to figure out if you could trust the team, despite realizing everyone was mostly nice and didnāt care.
Reason you didnāt tell certain members before, is just because you werenāt sure what reactions to expect yet. But Chad, you definitely hadnāt been planning to tell him.
He was just really obnoxiously self-centered, and had a lot more pride than you. But in a lot of ways you found traits of him that were likeable, to you at least from observation. But you never thought he would like you as a person.
A few times he would say something to you that sounded like he was trying to be nice, but other times it felt like more of a backhanded compliment, or maybe he thought you would be another person to bully easily. You brushed him off half the time though.
Maybe he knew, that you werenāt a boy. Or just didnāt see you as one, and wanted to take advantage of making you feel crap about it. In the back of your head, you could admit to yourself he was attractive. But Chad was gay. You were a guy, but you knew you wouldnāt ever be one to him. Not one enough for him to like you either, or tolerate you.
You were doing fine while fighting, until you could feel just below your stomach throbbing repetitively. Flambae was shooting fire at the villian until he got swatted away like a bug.
This villian was a some big inhuman made of metal. So it was fire resistant, and it charged straight at you. You dodged, still having adrenaline enough to ignore the stomach pain.
You jumped, throwing yourself at him about to strike him in the back. Until he spun around, punching you right in where it hurt.
You went flying across the air, bouncing off someoneās car and crashing into the road, breaking it. You didnāt have a scratch at all on you. But the cramps in your stomach intensified. The running, the fighting, and getting punched in the stomach made it impossible for you to focus on anything else but the pain.
You pulled yourself up and took off while you were holding your stomach with the other hand. āFuck- that. That was it. Iām done Robert! I quit for today. Iām sorryā You spoke out loud as you left the scene.
Flambae was now fighting the villain that punched you. But when he heard you over the dispatch, ultimately giving up and ditching him in the process.
You brought yourself back immediately to the SDN. You were hunched over and stumbled through the office, your arm was fully holding your stomach.
āY/N, you okay? What happened to you out there?ā Robert was still on his computer and glanced from his screen to you. Normally you wouldnāt quit over something so small or look like you were injured easily.
āI really donāt feel good. Iām sorry. Iāll stay in the building if I feel better again to go back out, but itās too much for me right now, man. Iām sorry. Just let me lay down in the break room for a few.ā
You looked over at him in hopes he could understand and not ask any more. Which Robert nodded in response. āJust take the day off if you need. That was all my fault. Flambae also pulled out just now too, but we got it covered.ā
You changed out of your hero suit, into a t shirt and sweatpants. Once you were at the break room, you went over to the booth chair at the back of the room. Wincing as you bent and laid down, and curling your legs to your aching stomach.
āJust let it pass.ā You kept saying in your head, rubbing below your stomach to try and soothe yourself. But every time you felt the pain become nearly invisible, you felt the stong jab in your stomach. And then everything would ache again.
It only felt like it got worse as the minutes passed. The pain was so unbearable this time than most. The aching sensation spread from your lower stomach, to your lower back, and thighs.
It made everything hurt more than just the soreness from moving across the city. You kept eyes shut tightly, trying to get over the pain and maybe sleep it off.
Your eyes welled up as every muscle you moved, sent shockwaves of pain into your body. You hated it, wishing something would make it stop. Somebody if they physically had the power to do so.
āSo you left me to go nap? Pretty fuckinā dramatic. Get the fuck up.ā Your eyes snapped open again to see Flambae walking towards you glaring. āThe fuck is wrong with you?! Acting like you canāt take a-...punch.ā
He stood right in front of you, where you laid at the edge of the seat. Looking down at you, with one eyebrow raised. He always looks angry to you, so you couldnāt tell if he was still pissed off, or confused now. āā¦-You cryinā man?ā
Staring back up at him, you had heavy tears rolling down your cheeks. So you couldnāt lie about that. You tried to answer, but you hissed instead. Feeling a long sharp pain stabbing you. You hugged your stomach again hard with both arms.
āIt wonāt- stop. Just go away please!ā You raised your voice and rolled onto your other side, facing away from Chad. But then you heard him scoff. āOkay. Stop being a faker. I seen you take harder punches.ā
Faker? Seriously?! While you were in pain.
āNO! I have cramps, and I canāt help it! They keep coming and going, so leave me the fuck alone!ā You shouted, with your head buried into the seat cushion.
You choked back a sob, and groaned out loudly as you clutched your stomach. āI donāt want to feel like this! Itās all the time every fucking month!ā You shut your eyes tightly again. āI tried! I tried to come in and ignore it but nothing I took is helping!ā
The throbbing continued below your stomach like it had its own heartbeat. All the sudden, you felt your own hand being pulled away from your stomach. Only to be replaced with a hand that wasnāt yours. You looked down with tears blurring your eyes, seeing Chadās left hand.
He had his hand laid out flat on your stomach, before slipping it into your pants. You jolted in confusion and quickly turned your body to sit up, only to get pushed to lay back down.
āThey say if men had periods, they would be whining and bitching nonstop. God. They were right.ā He smiled while holding you down with his right hand weighing down on your shoulder, despite only having 3 fingers on that one.
The throbbing vanished when Chad put firm pressure onto your lower stomach with his left hand, as you looked back up to face him with realization.
It was kind of awkward, because he had his hand down your pants. He wasnāt moving any lower or touching you weirdly, but at this point it was so obvious you didnāt have a dick. But he still made sure that his hand wasnāt hot enough to burn you, or set your clothes on fire.
You could feel the heat radiate onto your lower half, on the spot that ached and soothed your pain. He actually was trying to help you feel better, by using heat compression from his own powers. Your gaze softened from relief, realizing that it didnāt matter. In his eyes you really were just like other men to him.
Flambae loomed over your body, staring at where his hand was. Until he looked back at you and leaned in closer to your face. āAre you gonna stop crying for me now, tough guy?ā
You immediately nodded, but you couldnāt stop yourself from sniffling and trying to blink the tears away. He smiled watching you try to stop yourself before he leaned in, lightly pecking you on the lips.
And then it actually hit. You were more than just āother menā to him. Chad actually did like you. Thatās what made you different compared. It had nothing to do with how you were born. He saw you, and he liked you.
The rest of the day you ended up clinging hard onto Flambae, as he was now your human heating pad. He would cuddle and wrap his arms around your stomach as itās cramping.
You forced him to carry you around with your legs wrapped around him too. You betted on that he couldnāt lift you, just to make him do it. His whole body just felt like a warm blanket, that you couldnāt resist it now.
Lol why did I pick this GIF for the thumbnail for the story bro
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