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Wilbur woke up to a sharp pain in his stomach, not good. Wilbur try’s to fall back asleep, it’s probably just a stomach bug! Wilburs attempts are futile though, the pain gets worse, and worse unit he lets out a small whimper of pain. Tears well in his eyes, he doesn’t want to disturb Quackity, it’s only six in the morning. He continues to lay there, eventually he decides to the bath room. When Wilbur walks in he pulls down his shorts only to see… blood. Blood soaked into his underwear.
Well that explains the cramps.
Wilbur is on his period it seems. He changes into some new shorts, and underwear.
Wilbur decides he’s not going to get any sleep and sits on the couch, his insides twist into knots, tears stream silently down his flushed cheeks.
”Wilbur? Why are you over here and not in bed?” Quackity asks, his words are slow and tired, like dripping honey. Wilbur wipes away his tears before answering. “Cramps… period.” Quackity looks confused. “What’s a period??” Wilbur stares at his boyfriend dumbfounded. “You cannot be serious right now.” He says, Quackity just looks more confused. “Um, so im trans, right?” Quackity nods. “Well, people with uh… uteruses have this thing called a menstrual cycle.”
“During the menstrual cycle, we get bad cramps, and uh… bleed. From our, y’know… vaginas.” Quackity looks even more confused. “It happens every month for like, a week.” Quackity suddenly looks panicked. “Wait, is that why you were crying!? Does it get that bad? How can I help? What do I do???” Wilbur sighs.
”Go to Nikis, and tell her Wilbur needs shit for his period, ultra.”
”Will you be okay by yourself?”
Wilbur nods.
With that, Quackity makes his way to Nikis. When he gets there, he knocks on the door. Niki answers it, she looks a bit disheveled and really sleepy. “Quackity? Why are you here? It’s six thirty…” Quackitys wings puff a bit. “Wilbur needs shit for his period, ultra.” Niki straightens up. “Oh, um. Ok, be right back.” After four minutes, Niki came back with a plastic bag filled with something. “Here, some pads, tampons, and a heating pad. That should help him. Tell him I say hi…” Niki hands Quackity the bag, who takes it. She then waves goodbye before closing the door.
Quackity BOOKS IT back home, Wilbur needs his help.
He may be utterly confused, but shit, he’ll try his best!
”Wilbur… I got your stuff!” Quackity said. “Um, thank you.” Quackity handed Wilbur the bag then decided to sit and wait on the bed. After a while, Wilbur came over and face planted onto the bed with a whine. “Wilbur!?” Quackitys panicked voice asks.
”I’m ugh… fine darling… eugh…” Quackity pulls Wilbur over and holds him close. Quackity puts a hand on Wilburs stomach and starts to lightly rub it. He plants butterfly kisses on Wilburs neck, Wilbur giggles. “Hehe! Quackity!” Wilbur is grinning now, there are still tears in his eyes but he’s feeling better.
They stay in that beautifully easy, and perfect bliss for a while.
Wilbur falls asleep in Quackitys embrace, its nice.