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Why is it that everytime George finally felt comfortable in his body, it had to go and ruin it? Every. Single. Time. George was doing great ! He had his boyfriends loving on him, occasionally he’d snuggle with Pandas or Bee, he was happy! It’d been a great week both physically and mentally for everyone! But of fucking course, he woke up this morning with the worst cramping he’d had in a while. He cursed, forcing himself to move through the pain and get off the bed. As soon as he climbed over Dream, he looked back he’d been lying. Low and behold, a blood stain.
The very first one he’d left on Dream’s bed since they started dating! Usually he’s good at being prepared. He felt his face go red and tears spring to his eyes in embarrassment, or pain as his stomach was not letting up. He had to wake Dream up, though, he couldn’t leave that there!
“Clay, darling,” George whispered, shaking Dream a little too aggressively, but it wasn’t intentional. Dream jumped awake, and George jumped away in response. “Sorry, sorry,” George whispered.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, what’s going on?” Dream groaned, confused as to why George was up so early. George checked the clock for the first time. 3:49 am?! Seriously?!
“I got my period, and I need to change the sheets,” George whispered, knowing he was actively still free bleeding onto his sweats, thankfully his own, but he was more worried about Dream turning over into his mess.
Dream perked up a bit, blinking himself awake. “Huh? Oh, honey go get in the bath,” they whispered, “Your sweats- go, go, I’ve got the laundry,” they continued to insist.
“Just let me get the sheets off at least, I don’t want it to stain the mattress!” George whispered.
“C’mon, I’ve got it,” Dream insisted, standing and leading George to the bathroom. Dream, still clearly in his tired state, turned the shower on the perfect heat without even trying. Thankfully, Dream knew a shower was better than a bath at the moment.
“Here, give me your sweats and underwear,” Dream whispered.
“I don’t think they’re salvageable,” George croaked, his face red with embarrassment as he stripped himself naked.
“We’ll see, I’ve got a few tricks to get blood out of cloth,” Dream said, helping George get into the shower after he took the clothes. “Just relax, get yourself cleaned, I’ll have some of your medicine and all of your stuff in the sink, okay?”
“I can-” George tried, but Dream shushed him as he closed the shower door.
The heat did feel nice to ease up some of the cramping, so he was able to get himself clean without being in terrible pain, but some movements did cause him to wince and bend over clutching his tummy. When he was all clean, he turned the shower off and walked out, grabbing a black towel just in case. And just as Dream promised, his stuff was all laid out. George preferred pads over tampons, sure, sometimes it felt like wearing a diaper, but George just felt weird with something shoved up there for a couple hours, his biggest fear is forgetting that it’s there. Regardless, he grimaced when he pulled his underwear up with the fresh pad on it, and Dream thankfully got him some black pants.
There was a heating pad that stuck to your stomach with a gentle adhesive, George’s personal favorite. There were different kinds, one for your back, shoulder, legs, and stomach. Dream and Sapnap used them after working out for too long with sore muscles, George used them for period cramps. After getting that all set, he pulled a shirt, he could tell it was Sapnap’s, over his head and sighed, taking two of his painkillers left with a glass of water. He then picked up the towel, and left the room for the laundry room. The washer was already going, but he slipped the towel in there anyway since it’d clearly just started.
Back in the bedroom, the bed had been stripped down and George saw nothing that remained of his accident, so it hadn’t bled through onto the mattress, and he sighed in relief. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, and George leaned back against the tall body behind him.
“I’m sorry, I’m usually really good at keeping up with my cycle,” George whispered, still heavily embarrassed.
“Honey, I am not like those guys who are skittish around period blood, you don’t need to apologize for a natural thing your body does,” Dream whispered, “Besides, it’s not the first time I’ve been woken up about a period, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I don’t mind helping you out, okay? I promise,” they kissed the side of his head.
“But it’s gross,” George complained, “It makes me feel dirty.”
“I can agree, it is gross, but that’s just because it’s blood, and I think all blood is gross,” Dream mumbled, hands resting on top of the heating pad on George’s stomach. “But, it doesn’t make you dirty, and it doesn’t make you any less of a man, because I know that’s swimming around up there too.”
“It reminds me that I have a uterus,” George grumbled.
“I know,” Dream said gently, “And, if you really want to, we can get that changed. But, that’s up to you and your comfortability. If you want a hysterectomy, you just tell me and we can get that set up.”
“What if we want kids?” George whispered.
“Then we’ll adopt, or we’ll get a surrogate. Who said you needed to carry the kids just because you had a uterus?” Dream asked, moving from behind George to sit down on the naked bed in front of them.
“I dunno, I just assumed,” George whispered, allowing Dream to take his hand.
“Baby, do you think you’d be comfortable pregnant?” Dream asked, and George shook his head. “Then you’re not going to get pregnant, and I’m not going to ask you to, none of us are. Regardless, we’ve got littles, that’s enough children for me.”
George chuckled lightly, walking closer as Dream pulled him in. They kissed his stomach through his shirt, “This is your body, George. Nobody, in or out of this house, is going to tell you what to do with it. We’ll fucking move out of this god forsaken state if we have to. And if any of us try telling you that you have to do something with your body when it comes to shit like that, smack us, please . I beg of you.”
George laughed, nodding and leaning down a little bit to kiss Dream softly. “Thank you,” George whispered, and Dream smiled.
“Go sneak into Nick and Luke’s room so I can finish up in here and you can lay back down and snuggle. If there’s another accident, there are liners on the bed. There were liners on ours too, remember? The kids have accidents,” Dream reminded.
“Right, I forgot about that,” George whispered, which explained the lack of a stain. “I don’t want to stain more sheets, though, or wake anyone else up. I could just sleep on my bed in my old room-”
“Not an option, you need snuggles,” Dream cut him off. “And if you try it, I’m waking them up myself and sending them in there. Go to them. You their boyfriend too.”
George smiled, kissing Dream one more time before silently agreeing and leaving the room. Slowly, he made it up the stairs and snuck into Sapnap’s room, where the two were sleeping soundly. A wave of nausea passed over him, and while George couldn’t find the source, he knew he probably shouldn’t be lying with them. But, he could sleep on the floor…
“George? Baby, what’re you doing?” Punz’s voice croaked, sitting up a little bit in the dark.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” George whispered, suddenly shy. “I got my period, and I ruined Dream and I’s sheets, and they wanted me to come in here so they could fix up the bed. I can sleep on the floor-”
“Why the hell would you sleep on the floor?” Sapnap croaked, also sitting up. “Get over here,” He grumbled, scooting both of them over so Punz was closer to the wall and he was closer to the middle, lifting the blanket up to allow George room in.
“I don’t wanna-” George tried again.
“Georgie, the sheets are black. Even if you do have another accident, it’s not gonna stain. Just get in here,” Punz grumbled, laying back down against Sapnap and patting the space over the youngest.
George was now out of arguments, so he just climbed in. Sapnap was careful about his arm placement, not knowing how much pain George was physically in, but George just moved his arm back down to his waist where they were both most comfortable. It was easy falling asleep after that.
(-8-)
“Shhh, Bubba, Bibi’s not feeling good,” Dream’s gentle voice woke him up.
“No fwels gud?” Bubba mimicked, and Dream hummed in confirmation. “W’hys?”
“It’s called a period, bub. It makes his tummy, and some other things, hurt,” Dream explained gently. “Punzie’s downstairs making breakfast, why don’t you go help them, okay?”
“Cans we bwing somes uppie fow Bibi?” Bubba asked, and Dream chuckled.
“Sure, baby,” He agreed, and then the bed lifted up just a bit as who George assumed was Sapnap got off, followed by the sound of gentle footsteps and the door creaking as it was closed. He peeked his eyes open, seeing Dream looking towards the door as his hand was tangled in George’s hair. Huh, when that’d get there?
“D’eam?” George slurred slightly, wincing and clearing his throat.
“Hey, honey,” Dream said gently, snapping out of their gaze and looking down at him. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like shit,” George groaned, sitting up. He, embarrassingly, felt between his legs to make sure he didn’t leak through again, relieved when it felt and looked like he hadn’t. “My stomach hurts,” He complained, leaning into Dream. “Why’s it so bad this month?”
“I dunno, stress maybe?” Dream whispered, massaging George’s tummy gently. “Does your back hurt too?” He asked, and George nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, love. Why don’t I get the actual heating pad? Sapnap’s regressed, but Punz’s is still big as far as I know.”
“Don’t leave,” George whispered, and Dream smiled, kissing his head. They listened, and instead texted Punz to bring up the heating pad when he got the chance.
Dream continued to massage different places on George’s body to relieve some tension and pain, and it wasn’t too much later when Punz and Bubba came upstairs with food and the heating pad. Dream helped George get situated.
“I had to put Bubba in a pull-up, he had an accident. No worries, it’s all cleaned up,” Punz whispered to Dream when the semi-blond noticed it peeking out of Sapnap’s who had a different pair of pants on. Dream nodded and didn’t bring any more attention to it.
“George, honey, I need to run to the store. I’m gonna take Bubba with me, Punz, you’ll stay here with him?” Dream said after a George had finished most of his breakfast. Sapnap lit up at the idea of going to the store.
“Yeah of course,” Punz smiled, pulling George closer to him. The Brit playfully complained about Dream leaving, but the smile on his face made it clear he really didn’t mind. So, after giving George a face full of kisses, Sapnap and Dream made their way out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house.
At the store, Dream and Sapnap walked around, hand in hand, picking out some stuff mainly for George. His favorite (American) snacks and candies, drinks, some ice cream, etc. Sapnap passed by some flowers on display, “Dada, cans we geds d’ese too?” Sapnap asked, grabbing a bouquet of red and white flowers.
Dream smiled, “Sure, baby,” He agreed. “Is there anything else you wanna get him?”
“Stuffie!” Sapnap giggled, taking Dream’s hand again and dragging him to the toy section. Sapnap looked between the different types of stuffies on the wall, eyes darting back and forth. “Dat one! Dat one!” He said, jumping to try and get it.
It was a blue axolotl, and Dream chuckled as he reached up to grab it as it was a little out of Sapnap’s reach. Sapnap giggled, clapping lightly, “Purpect!” He smiled, taking the stuffie from Dream and holding it with the flowers.
“He’ll love it, little one,” Dream said, kissing Sapnap’s head gently. “Are we ready?”
“Yus!” Sapnap nodded, and Dream mimicked the head movement, taking his hand once more to lead him to the self checkout.
When they got home, Sapnap was overly excited to give George his gifts, and Dream laughed as he booked it upstairs, proud of him for not slipping in his haste, to which Sapnap only realized after he’d made it all the way up. He cheered for himself, before running into his room to see George curled up in Punz’s arms as they watched a show, The Big Bang Theory.
“Bibi! Bibi! Wook!” Sapnap giggled, presenting the flowers and stuffed animal. “I pwickded dem out! Aww by mwyswelf!” His words were becoming more slurred, and it seemed he was slipping younger.
George lit up with a gentle giggle, “Awe, Pandas,” George cooed, accepting the gifts before bringing Sapnap in closer to kiss his head. “Thank you very much, I love them. Why don’t we have Dada put the flowers in some water, yeah?”
“Oday!” Sapnap giggled, curling up next to George as Dream accepted the flowers, and George held onto the stuffed animal, it on his stomach just above the heating pad, and with his other arm, he wrapped around Sapnap.
“D’ese snackies fows ‘ous too!” Sapnap said as he snagged the plastic bag filled with all the different snacks and drinks.
“Thank you,” George smiled, leaning down to kiss Sapnap’s head gently. Punz chuckled, watching Sapnap gently snuggle in closer.
“Do’s ‘ous fwel bwettewr?” Sapnap asked, looking up at George with wide eyes.
“You know what, Pandas, I do. I feel a lot better,” George smiled, and Sapnap lit up again, leaning up to kiss George wetly on the cheek before snuggling back in.
“Wove you Bibi. An’s you, Pubbie,” He tacked on so Punz didn’t feel alone.
“We love you too, Bubba,” Punz smiled as George kissed his head again.
Dream soon returned to join the group in their cuddle session, and George smiled as he was surrounded by his partners. Yeah, sometimes his body reared the ugly head of dysphoria in painfully bloody ways, like his period, but he had his lovers and his littles to make it all better again.