Andrew Garfield one-shots

IT GOES BOTH WAYS- ANDREW GARFIELD

Sunlight peeked through the curtains of Andrew's bedroom, the dim lighting creating a comforting atmosphere; I yawned as I stretched my arms over my head, turning over to look at the sleeping beauty beside me.

Andrew was still sleeping peacefully, his lips parted slightly, cheek smushed against the pillow, fluffy hair messy and unruly.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the bed, throwing my legs over the side; my eyes widened as I felt a sticky feeling between my legs, "holy shit!" I whispered.

I looked down at my legs and almost cried at the sight of blood covering my shorts, "fuck," I panicked as I noticed the blood on Andrew's sheets too.

As I was pondering whether or not to yeet myself out of the window, I felt Andrew stir behind me, "morning darling," he said in a raspy voice, "what are you doing?" He asked as he sat up on the mattress as well, scooting closer to me and hugging me from behind.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "God, I'm so sorry," I closed my eyes tightly in embarrassment.

"What are you sorry for?" Andrew questioned as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

I cleared my throat and fidgeted with my fingers, "I, erm, I got my period," I whispered, "I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to come for another week, I leaked on your sheets, Jesus Andrew, I'm so sorry"

"Hey," he said as he smoothed his hand over my hair, "is it normal that it came this much earlier? Do you think you should see a doctor and see if everything's okay?"

My eyes snapped open in surprise, "what? Aren't you mad?"

I felt Andrew shake his head behind me, "of course not," he sounded so surprised at my insinuation, "I'm just worried about whether it's normal or not for your period to be this early," he said as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I shook my head, "it happens sometimes, Mother Nature is just a bitch," Andrew laughed at my joke.

"Hey," Andrew said as he took my chin in his hand to turn my head to face him, "you've got nothing to be sorry for, alright?"

"Alright," I conceded, "I'm just embarrassed," I confessed.

Andrew held me tighter to himself, "no need to," he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, "how about you go into the bathroom and change your clothes while I change the sheets? There's pads and tampons in the cabinet under the sink."

I furrowed my brows, "why do you have pads and tampons?" I questioned.

Andrew chuckled softly, "darling, you're human," he stated, "I got them just in case you'd need one when you'd stay the night or simply when you were on your period here."

I smiled softly at his caring nature, "oh," I muttered, "thank you, you're really sweet."

Andrew laughed, "okay, off you go," he ushered me, "tell me if the ones in the cabinet are good or if you need something else and I'll run to the store faster than Pietro Maximoff."