X-Men Oneshots

Shark Week (Alex Summers)

The day had started like any other, but as I went about my morning routine, I felt an uncomfortable pressure in my lower abdomen. By mid-morning, the discomfort had intensified into sharp, relentless cramps that left me barely able to move. Each wave of pain was like a cruel reminder of the start of my period, and it was quickly becoming unbearable.

I tried to push through the pain, hoping it would subside, but it only seemed to worsen. The cramps were so intense that I found myself curled up on the couch, clutching a hot water bottle to my abdomen in a desperate attempt to find some relief. I felt helpless and frustrated, unable to do anything without being doubled over in pain.

Alex Summers, my loving boyfriend, had noticed my distress. He was in the kitchen, making lunch when he heard my muffled groans from the living room. His concern was immediate and palpable. He quickly set aside the cooking and came to check on me.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Alex's voice was filled with worry as he approached me. He saw me curled up on the couch, looking pale and in pain, and his heart ached at the sight.

"I'm... I'm really hurting," I managed to say between gasps. "It's my period, and the cramps are just... awful."

Without hesitation, Alex sat down beside me on the couch, gently placing his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up. How long has this been going on?"

I winced, trying to find a comfortable position. "A few hours. It's been getting worse, and I can barely move."

Alex's face was etched with concern as he looked around, quickly assessing the situation. "Okay, I'm going to take care of you. Just hang in there."

He moved swiftly and efficiently, first grabbing another hot water bottle from the kitchen and placing it gently on my lower abdomen. Then he went to the bathroom, coming back with a stack of fresh towels and some pain relief medication. He offered me the medication with a glass of water, his hands steady and comforting.

"Here, take this," Alex said softly, his voice soothing. "It should help with the pain."

I took the medication, grateful for his attentiveness. As I lay back on the couch, Alex carefully adjusted the hot water bottle, making sure it was positioned perfectly to provide the most relief. He then moved to sit beside me, his arm draping protectively over my shoulders.

"I wish I could take the pain away," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Just let me know if there's anything else you need."

I nodded weakly, leaning into his comforting presence. "Just... stay with me. It helps to have you here."

Alex nodded, a tender smile on his face. "Of course. I'm here for you."

He continued to sit beside me, occasionally checking to make sure the hot water bottle was still warm and adjusting it as needed. He also brought me some light snacks and sipped tea, making sure I stayed hydrated and had a little something to eat despite my lack of appetite. His attentiveness was unwavering, his concern for my well-being evident in every gesture.

As the hours passed, Alex's soothing presence and gentle care made a significant difference. He kept me company, talking to me softly and distracting me from the pain with gentle conversation. Whenever I needed to shift positions or required more medication, he was there, moving with ease and efficiency.

At one point, Alex gently brushed my hair away from my face and kissed my forehead. "You're doing great," he said softly. "Just a little longer, and hopefully, you'll start feeling better."

I managed a faint smile, feeling incredibly grateful for his support. "Thank you, Alex. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth and love. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm always here for you, no matter what."

As the day wore on, the pain gradually began to ease, thanks in large part to Alex's unwavering care and the medication. I felt more comfortable and relaxed with him by my side, and the intense cramps finally started to subside into a more manageable level of discomfort.

By evening, I was able to sit up and even enjoy a light meal that Alex had prepared with tender care. We ate together, and despite the lingering discomfort, I felt a deep sense of appreciation for Alex's loving support.

As the sun set and the day came to a close, Alex helped me to bed, his gentle touch and comforting presence making the experience more bearable. He tucked me in, his eyes never leaving mine as he settled beside me.

"Get some rest," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

I nodded, feeling a profound sense of comfort in his presence. "Good night, Alex. Thank you for everything."

"Good night, Y/N," he replied, his voice tender. "Sleep well."