TOM HOLLAND | PETER PARKER IMAGINES

Tom Holland|Period

A/N: I get terrible period cramps and it would be nice to have someone to just cuddle with and be there. I know the gif above is peter parker, but hey, he's supposed to be shirtless for the first part. hope you guys enjoy!

Prompt: (Y/n) gets her period so Tom comforts his girlfriend and get her pads and chocolates

Warnings: bloody hell

Word count: 1906

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(Y/n) grimaced as the light from her bedroom beamed through, alerting her to start her day earlier rather than later.

(Y/n) groaned as adjusted her position slightly, her stomach sent a sharp pain throughout her body.

"Ouch," (Y/n) mumbled under her breath, falling back harshly onto the soft bed.

"Hmm," Tom grumbled in his sleep, turning to face his girlfriend sleepily. His chocolate eyes were shut tightly as he snuggled closer into his warm pillow.

(Y/n) smiled painfully at the sight of her adorable boyfriend beside her, still in agony from terrible cramps attacking from the inside.

(Y/n) groaned in pain as she sat slowly on her bed in order to not disturb Tom, rubbing her eyes of sleepiness and patting her wild bed-hair down.

Yawning loudly, (Y/n) finally gathered the motivation to head to their bathroom to start the day.

Turning the knob of the shower, (Y/n) grimaced as the sharp jabs in her stomach increased as she continued to move about.

Finally positioning herself under the flow of the hot water, (Y/n) began to hum softly as she scrubbed her messy hair.

Picking up her razor, (Y/n) leaned forward to shave her hairy legs, but the water's crimson color caught her eye as she began to inspect the cause of it.

"Oh no. Not today," (Y/n) whined in agony, pounding the bathroom wall tiredly. Massaging her temples, (Y/n) tried to hold in tears at her horrible, long-going streak of bad luck.

Turning off the boiling water, steam had collected in the closed bathroom, causing some difficulty for (Y/n) to track down her misplaced towel.

"Why would I put it there?" (Y/n) mumbled angrily to herself after she had spotted the towel on the other side of the bathroom, away from the shower.

Drying herself to the best of her ability, (Y/n) slowly walked towards the soft cloth, still dripping all over the bathroom floor.

A large puddle had been created by (Y/n)'s dripping, which made a perfect addition to the list of (Y/n)'s streak of terrible luck.

"Shit!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she slipped, crashing into the cold bathroom floor. Her exterior's pain now began to reflect how she felt on the inside, and not in a poetic way.

"Darling? What's wrong?" Tom concernedly asked from the other side of the bathroom door, awakened by the ruckus caused by her in their bathroom.

"Nothing! I'm fine! Go back to sleep!" (Y/n) yelled out tiredly, trying to hold in her tears of frustration.

Grabbing the towel from her position on the floor, (Y/n) wrapped herself in the warm material, not in a mood to stand up just yet. She shivered slightly from the cold bathroom floor again her skin, unwilling to move in her painful state.