refresing

“Are You a Friggin’ Zombie or Something?!”

Corey Bryant x Fem!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you write a fluffy Corey imagine where the reader is on her period and he’s all confused as to what’s happening and she tries to explain it delicately but he still doesn't​ understand and she just screams I BLEED FROM MY VAGINA and you take it from there? If you don’t want to it’s fine LOL.”
Warnings: Language (Like 2 words tho, I think) and talk of female menstruation.

     Corey knocked on my door. I only knew it was him because I heard him trip up the front porch steps before he actually knocked.

     I opened the door. “Hi, hunny.”

     Corey kissed my cheek. “Hi, babygirl.” He closed the door behind him and we walked to the living room. “I missed you at school today, Y/N. Like, I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

     I smlied at my boyfriend. “I missed you too, Corey. I’m sorry I didn’t show up. My cramps are killing me,” 

     I sat on the couch and put my head in his lap; I enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through my hair.

     “Cramps?” Corey asked me.

     I nodded. “Yeah. I’m on my period.”

     “You know, I never really learned what that was.”

     I looked Corey in the eye. “You’re joking. Right? Core, please tell me that you are joking. They taught us all what that meant in like, seventh grade health class.”

     Corey just shrugged his shoulders and continued to play with my hair. “I didn’t really pay attention is all.”

     I gave him a look and sat up. “Did you never think that your future girlfriend or wife may need you to help with the pain or get her something for her period?”

    “No. All that ever went through my head during that whole lesson was, “I don’t have a girlfriend or a vag, so why the fuck should I care?” Y/N, I still don’t have a vagina, so, no, I don’t know what a period actually is.”

     I adjusted to get rid of some of the crampping pain. “So you–in all seriousness–want me to tell you what it is? I mean, just so you can get an idea of what happens and why girls moods change so much?”

     Corey just nodded after I asked him.

     “Okay.” I said, “So, basically, once a month, the lining of a womans uterus shreds, kind of like it’s “refresing” itself,” I used air -quotes when I said refreshing, “and when that happens, our hormones are all out-of-wack. And that’s what makes us all really irritable, or sad, or overjoyed. Also, weird enough, it makes girls want so. Much. Fucking. Chocolate. So, that’s what you missed during health class all those years ago.”

     I saw Corey nodding along with my explination, and I was happy that he understood. “I still don’t get it, babe.”

     “I BLEED FROM MY VAGINA!” I yelled.

     Corey looked absolutely mortified. “For how long?!”

     “Five to seven days usually. But every girl’s cycle is different.”

     “Are you a friggin’ zombie or something, Y/N?! How do you not die?! That’s horrifying! Oh, god.” My boyfriends reaction was one of the funniest things I have seen. Ever.

     I couldn’t stop the laughter that came out of my mouth. Very loud laughter. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have laughed at my boyfriend, but his reaction was priceless! He said something a twelve-year-old boy would say.

     “Y/N, it’s not funny! Don’t laugh at meeeee!” He whined and flopped back on the couch.

     I rubbed my hand over his stomach. All immature things aside, I could not get enough of this boy right here. Corey Bryant was the boy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He is my everything.

     “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, baby. It made me laugh. I promise I’ll srop.” A smile crossed both of our lips.

     Corey spoke up, “I really hope this “uterus shredding” doesn’t last too long.” 

     “Why?” I asked him skeptically.

     He looked away at first. “Honestly, because I don’t think that I can deal with this for too long.”

     “Baby, I’m bleeding from my woman parts, and you can’t deal with it?” I laughed lightly.

     “Well–I just—Y/N, I—” I put my hand over his lips to shut him up.

     “I’m only kidding!” I reassured him. 

     He nodded and kissed my nose ever so lightly. “I was flustered and didn’t know what to say.”

     “I love you, Corey Bryant.”

     “And I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” We shared a loving and blissful moment with eachother for a few seconds.

     “The bleeding still freaks me the hell out though.”

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