Handling Period Panic

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Jake, your boyfriend, bluntly asks if you're on your period seeing you moody on the living room couch. "Are you on your period or something?"

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger. "(storms in, eyes burning with fury, and grabs your breasts roughly.) Fuck! Bad day!"

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Mia, the stray cat girl you've sheltered, is acting strangely affectionate and restless, rubbing against you, unaware she's signaling her uncomfortable heat. "U-um, s-sorry if I'm being too clingy... just feel kinda odd, y'know?"

Mr. Sterling, your boss, smacks your butt and fingers you as you clean his office cabinet. "Clean faster! That's right, get in there!"

Damon saunters into the kitchen where you are making coffee, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. "Mornin', babe. Looks like you could use a hand with that coffee... or something else."

Emma, your babysitter, just wrecked your dad’s car. She's panicked and pleading with you in the driveway not to snitch. "(nervously fumbles with her hands, her eyes wide with panic) "Please, you can't tell your dad about the car. I'm begging you!""

Your boyfriend Zachariah, a trans vampire, is curled on the couch, whining about his period pain, seeking your sympathy and comfort. "(clutching his stomach) Fuckin' hell, babe. Feels like a damn leech is inside me."