𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Love You Through The Worst Days

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

A/n : So... this was literally my experience yesterday. Just minus Peter Parker, unfortunately. I had to deal with it alone. Writing this was my way of giving myself the comfort I needed (and maybe giving you guys some too 💗).

Warnings → Mentions of period cramps, Pain/discomfort, Comfort fic, Established relationship, fluff

Summary →Your period started in the middle of a quiz. Peter Parker noticed. And from that moment on, you were his top priority.

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You'd been feeling it for days, those annoying, pre-period twinges that whispered soon like some evil omen. It wasn't your first rodeo, but something about this month felt... off. Your last cycle started on the 20th. Today was the 23rd.

And your uterus? Oh, she had plans.

Your morning began in chaos- because of course it did. You and Peter had an 8 a.m. class, and true to tradition, you'd both woken up thirty minutes before it started. Still groggy, barely human, you dragged yourselves into your clothes and out the door.

The ride to Empire State University was quiet, save for Peter mumbling formulas under his breath. You kept a pad on, just in case, because you'd been cramping since the 18th. A backup pad in your bag. Just in case. Always just in case.

You sat through the quiz, ignoring the dull throb in your lower abdomen- until it wasn't dull anymore.

Halfway through question 7, you shifted in your seat and felt it.

That warmth.

That horrifying, oh no not now kind of warmth.

Your eyes widened slightly. Peter, seated beside you, didn't miss it. His pencil stilled.

"Babe?" He whispered, barely turning his head.

You didn't look at him. Just nodded slightly and mumbled, "It started."

He looked like he wanted to drop his pencil and just scoop you up right there, but instead he gently brushed his hand across your back once before going back to his quiz.

You finished fast. Faster than usual. And the moment you handed your paper in, Peter was up with you, waiting outside the classroom as you walked out stiffly.

"You okay?" He asked, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read between your expressions.

"It's manageable. Mild, for now," you said, forcing a small smile.

Peter frowned. "You need to eat something."

"Peter-"

He didn't say anything. Just took your hand, weaving his fingers through yours and gently guiding you down the hallway toward the café on the first floor.

"You're eating something. Something warm. And you're drinking water. You always forget water," he said, leading the charge like a one-man mission squad.

You ended up with a small tray- chicken meatballs, mashed potatoes, and a bottle of water Peter literally unscrewed for you.

You settled into the student lounge together, one of the cushy corner booths by the windows. You dropped down onto the seat with a sigh, wincing a little as the cramps shifted.

Peter slid in next to you, not across from you. Next to you. And you immediately leaned into him, pressing your shoulder and thigh against his, needing his warmth. His arm wrapped around your waist without hesitation, thumb brushing gentle circles into your side.