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It was just another typical day in Mystreet, as the three partners laid across their couch in their pajamas. Yet… something was amiss.
The three groaned as they watched their fourth Marvel movie in a row. Aphmau had been put in charge of the remote for the day, so she decided to binge MCU movies, much to Laurance and Garroth’s dismay. They all laid stacked on each other, using the others’ as if they were a weighted blanket. Laurance let out a heavy sigh before craning his neck to look at Garroth.
“Ugh, Garroth, you’ve been hogging the heating pad for longer than five minutes!”
Garroth let out an offended huff, working through the tangles of Aphmau’s legs to turn his head. “No I haven’t!
You
just want the heating pad earlier! You’re trying to cheat me out of my five minutes of heating pad time! You can’t fool me!”
The house they shared had only a singular heating pad. The three of them had never synced so close before so they’ve never considered buying a second. Usually by the time Laurance would be finishing his, Aphmau would get hers and she would get heating pad priority. But the three of them getting their period at the same time? An unwelcome surprise. And pain medication? They were all out of Advil. Now it was up to fate to spare them from their suffering.
Laurance groaned once more, picking up the pillow next to him and hitting Garroth in the face with it. “Give me the heating pad you lying bastard!”
Garroth let out a pathetic “Ouch!” before whining and begrudgingly handing the heating pad over to the brunette.
Aphmau laid between them on the couch, letting out a long moan as she clutched her abdomen in pain. “Please… stop fighting over the heating pad… let’s just watch Age Of Ultron in peace…” She managed to get out before letting out an elongated howl of pain.
“We know that’s because you have a crush on the robot, Aphmau.” Laurance sighed, adjusting the heating pad. He brought his arm to his face, letting it rest on his forehead as he started to sweat.
Aphmau snapped her head towards Laurance, a flame in her eyes. “His name is Ultron and he is my babygirl!” She yelled before keeling over and grabbing her stomach once more. “You can’t deny… he was designed to be hot!” She panted.
“He’s a goddamn robot, Aph!” Laurance groaned, rolling over to his side, the heating pad folding over his waist.
“Guys,” Garroth softly spoke, grabbing the attention of his two lovers. “I think I’m going to sneeze.”
The look on Aphmau and Laurance’s faces could only be described as horrified. They knew what this action would cause… The volcano would erupt.
This is exactly like Pompei.
As he started to huff, Aphmau and Laurance prepared for the explosion to occur; gripping the couch each with one hand and intertwining the others. They looked at eachother softly, as if they were losing their lover.
“We will mourn your loss, Garroth…” Aphmau teared up on cue, being the drama queen she was.
“We’ll always love you…” Laurance added, pretending to sniffle at the thought of losing Garroth to his blood-splosion.
Then the storm was let loose, as Garroth let out the strongest sneeze known to man. The blood drained from his face as his head fell against the pillow propping him up. He already dreaded the eventual clean up for when he would change later. It would be a nightmare. He wouldn’t be shocked if he bled through his pants either.
“Garroth!” Aphmau wailed, moving herself to grab his shoulders and shake him. The blonde played dead for a few seconds, sticking his tongue out and keeping his eyes shut. It wasn’t until Laurance sat up and pinched his leg that Garroth shot up, bumping his head into Aphmau’s. The action caused them both to fall against the couch in the positions they were earlier, groaning.
All Laurance could muster was a snarky response for Garroth. “That was your own undoing. I told you to start using tampons, Garroth!” Laurance yelled, groaning at the sudden pressure of his insides almost caving in.
“You know I prefer pads! I can survive a leak, Laurance, but I’d rather die than stick something up there!” Garroth shot his head up as he yelled at Laurance, before letting his head fall to hit the pillow once more. He rubbed his forehead, trying to soothe the ache.
Suddenly, they heard a loud bang sound from the television, causing the period party to focus their attention on the screen. Ultron, Aphmau’s self-proclaimed babygirl, was shot with a laser and killed. It was tragic for all involved (Just Aphmau).
Aphmau promptly let out a wail, “My man!” She cried on command, gaining the attention of the other two. Garroth, easily irritated at the slightest loud noise, lifted up the pillow Laurance had thrown at him before, and hit Aphmau in the face with it. “Quiet!”
The room immediately went quiet, as Garroth soon realized the mistake he made. The rage he had just released. The fire he had lit. As the pillow slid off her face, Laurance and Garroth quickly spotted the anger boiling in her eyes.
“First, you forget to buy Advil at CVS…” She started, pushing herself up and out of the tangled bodies. “Then you both hog the heating pad all day…” She continued, standing up on the couch between the two boys. “Now I’m hit in the face with a pillow…”
The two men shut their eyes tight in fear of what may come and the wrath Aphmau would release.
Laurance leaned over the side of the couch and made eye contact with Garroth. They softly nodded at each other with sad smiles.
“It was nice knowing you, Gar Gar…” Laurance choked out.
“Same to you, Laur- Wait a minute, Gar Gar?!” Garroth leaned forward, trying to grasp the other man’s shirt in frustration. “Why you-”
Within a swift motion, Aphmau had picked up the two pillows she had been laying on and smacked them both in the face. The act had caused both of them to fall back onto their respective pillows, the couch squeaking under their weight.
As Aphmau turned to the screen, she noticed that the credits were already rolling. She reached for the remote when she felt it drop. Either she had stood up far too fast or initially put it in incorrectly as she was rushing to join the others on the couch earlier.
In short, her tampon had fallen out.
She squealed at the sensation and jumped off the couch, running for the bathroom while clutching her stomach.
All the two remaining on the couch could do was look at each other then the bathroom door, before laughing hysterically.
“Oh my god that timing was
perfect.”
Aphmau, who could vaguely hear them from behind the door, shouted at them, “I swear to Irene if you two are making fun of me…”
Garroth, wiping a tear from his eye, quickly responded, “What? Us? We would never.” He giggled as he nudged Laurance with his foot, making the other cackle in response.
They could hear the struggle from beyond the door, the shuffling of cabinet doors and squeaks as they closed.
“Laurance…” Aphmau started, “Did you… use the last tampon?”
He gulped, pulling at his collar as he imagined the frightening face she was making from the bathroom. “Well uh… maybe?”
“So you’re telling me… I have to use pads?” Her voice was ice cold as she spoke.
“Y-Yes…” Laurance stuttered, a nervous smile on his face. He turned to Garroth, waving at him to help him out, but the blonde just shook his head. “You traitor!” He whispered.
After a few more sounds of shuffling from behind the door, Aphmau waddled over to the couch, promptly sitting on both of their legs without warning. Laurance winced, but Aphmau just stared daggers at him as if saying “you deserve this”. His lips curved into a crooked fearful smile as Aphmau grabbed the remote from the couch.
She scrolled through the menu and pulled up her list of purchased Marvel movies, looking through the catalog.
“Hmmm… Which one should we watch…” She asked herself, eyes focusing on the screen.
“I beg of you can we please watch something different. Literally anything that isn’t Marvel.” He put his hands together and lowered his head, begging for a different result.
Aphmau hummed, tapping a finger against her chin in thought, before landing on the animated movies section.
As she scrolled, the group kept commenting their dislike for each movie they passed by, “The art style sucks”, “Too long”, “Too boring”, and just genuine groans as responses. It wasn’t until Aphmau landed on a certain movie that they all perked up.
Tangled.
A quiet befell the room as they all looked at each other and nodded silently. Aphmau leaned back into the couch, practically crushing the two’s legs. As she pressed play, she swooped the heating pad from Laurance with a proud snicker, causing him to pout. She stuck her tongue out at him as the beginning sequence started.
As the movie went on, Aphmau adjusted herself so the boys could free their legs. The three ended up snuggling up together with a blanket, switching off the heating pad when their turn was up. The painful cramps had already passed, so they were able to sit next to each other properly. Garroth let his arm extend on the back of the couch, with Laurance planting kisses on the blonde’s wrist, and Aphmau laying her head on the brunette’s lap.
It wasn’t until Rapunzel started to heal Eugene’s hand that Aphmau spoke up, “I’m sorry about being so angry before.”
Laurance responded by letting his hands run through her hair and Garroth massaging her back. They were the best comfort she could ask for.
“It’s ok, we know you were getting the worst of the worst cramps.” Laurance softly spoke, raking his hand through her curls. “And I’m sorry for using up all the tampons without telling you.”
Aphmau reached up and let her fingers lace between his before she turned to the blonde.
“I’m sorry for hitting you with a pillow… and for forgetting to pick up Advil.” Garroth sheepishly said, receiving a kiss on the cheek from Laurance and a giggle from Aphmau.
“I guess I can find it within myself to forgive you in the near future.” Aphmau chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes with a smile.
The three cuddled as the movie’s credits started to play. They were so caught up in cuddling with each other that they didn’t even notice that it finished.
It wasn’t soon after when the front door opened to their friend Katelyn holding plastic bags. She walked into the living room with a smile, watching as the three turned their heads to face her.
Their faces were ecstatic when they noticed the CVS logo branded on the bags. “Did someone order some Advil and heating pads?”