Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

PMS: Did your sister teach you nothing?!

Dianne's POV:
I. HATE. BEING. A. WOMAN.
No, I mean I love it and I'm a strong, independent, fierce woman but periods? Who on this planet decided that girls needed to be reminded once a month that they aren't pregnant? Why can't we just get notified some other way? Why bleed for days to remind us we aren't having a child? I actually can't decide what's worse: being on when I'm at home or when I'm performing. My pill definitely helps but I still get dizzy, bloated and irritated in general. When I'm dancing, the adrenaline seems to keep me pumped throughout a show and obviously being surrounded by three other girls helps I guess, I've got people to talk to, always someone to help when you forget the PMS essentials like chocolate. And pads/tampons etc but mainly chocolate. Being at home is great because I can be lazy and mope in bed all day if I wanted to and I've also got Joseph of course...it's just not something I talk to him about. Don't get me wrong, I'm so comfortable with him and we are extremely open with each other but I don't like having "girl talk" with him, he's an awkward little Franklin turtle. I love that about him though.

This time round, I'm at home and currently I'm curled up in a ball, in the middle of our bed, limbs wrapped around Joe's pillow. I've got a three day break before we finish our half-way point but Joseph had to work this morning so I've just decided that I'm staying in bed until he comes home. Bringing Americano to my face and snuggling deeper into the blankets, bringing my knees to my chest to ease my cramps...it's already going to be a long day. A few minutes later, I hear the door unlock and the keys clank on the counter; then Joe sticks his head round the door, "still in bed? Jesus Di, you're so lazy today!"
And there it is.
The joking comment that went too far.
He didn't mean it.
But there goes my temper.
"IM lazy?!? How many rehearsals, dress runs and shows have I done in the last week? How many gym sessions? How many miles have I travelled? And what exactly have you done Joe? Uploaded one video? Don't you DARE say call me lazy Joe Sugg." I scowl, absolutely fuming with him already. "Di im only teasing, jeez im sorry! You can lie in bed all day if you want,I just thought we could maybe do something? If you're not up for it, it's okay." He mumbles, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for me hesitantly. Rolling away from him to face the wall, hoping he will get the hint and spoon me- and he does, crawling into the bed and ever so gently placing his arms around me,his hands resting on my stomach. We lie in silence for 10more minutes but I know I need to apologise to Joseph for snapping at him; he didn't deserve it and I know he was just winding me up. Taking a deep breath and wriggling deeper into his grasp,I begin my apology.
"Hey Joey? I'm really sorry, you didn't deserve that mouthful I gave you...I'm just irritated and I gave you the brunt of my temper." I sigh, "I'm a shit girlfriend I know and I totally understand if you're pissed at me." He says nothing, just pulls me closer but accidentally puts pressure on the wrong part of my stomach, causing me to flinch and whimper and him to pull away in confusion. "Di? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" He mutters, rolling me over and into his chest, playing with my hair. "Yeah a little bit it's all good. I hurt you earlier with my words so we are even now" I giggle quietly into him and kiss my way up his chest, finishing on his lips. "I love you Joe Sugg." I grin widely as he rubs my back.

Joe's POV:
I've been home for an hour and already Dianne has gone through three different emotions; anger, tearful and highly affectionate. Come to think of it, she was irritated last night and this morning too. "I love you too Dianne Buswell. I'm sorry for hurting your tum and of course you aren't a bad girlfriend! We are both quick tempered at times and I took it too far so we are both equally at fault. Give us a kiss, all is forgiven." I finish, stealing a kiss and running a thumb across her soft tummy. One question is sitting on the tip of my tongue but I'm torn as to whether I should ask it or keep my mouth shut. I want her to be able to chat to me about this stuff so I can help her but I don't want her to think I'm invading her privacy. Biting the bullet, "hey Dotty? Can I ask you something pretty personal? It's okay if you don't want to answer." I pry, running my fingers through her silky red locks. I'll never understand how she dyes it so often and yet it's so smooth?
She glances up at me, "of course you can!l
Taking a deep breath, "are you on or due your period? Is there anything I can do to help?"my face flushes like crazy but I look down to meet her gaze, clearly a little embarrassed, she nods and buried her face in my chest. "Joseph Sugg, didn't your sister teach you anything? Girls don't like talking about this with their boyfriends much." She groans, "but it makes me a crazy bitch I know." Chuckling at her, I kiss her forehead, "eh no, funnily enough, Zo and I don't talk about her period or much about her love life until Alfie. But if you ever wanna chat about yours then I'm here, okay?" Sitting us upright and setting her against my chest. "Joeee...but it's gross and makes me fat and irritated." She grumbles.
Right.
That's it.
"Dianne Buswell it is NOT gross. It just means your body is healthy, happy and working well. It reminds you that one day you'll be able to carry the most beautiful children. And you are definitely not fat. Saying you're fat is like saying I'm...I'm...I'm a professional dancer!" I chuckle, massaging her stomach again, smiling as she relaxes against my touch.

After an hour of lying in silence with soft touches, gentle massages and tender moments, I pull her up to face me and grasp her face. "Right beautiful, as much as I love this, I want you to get dressed in whatever makes you feel most beautiful and we can either go out for dinner or we can order in and have a fairy light picnic on the balcony but seriously, do whatever you need to do to feel as beautiful as I see you right now." I ramble. She just smiles at me, dimple present. "Jospeh...that made absolutely no sense but I think I know what you mean. You want me to see myself as you see me right? I'll dress up but can we just stay in please? I really can't be bothered going out."
With a little more reassurance, she finally moves to get ready and I head to the bathroom. Coming out, I'm met with a series of frustrated groans and my gorgeous girlfriend looking absolutely flawless in her signature leather skirt and thigh high boots. "I'm so BLOATED. Why does nothing FIT?!" She's clearly exasperated, running her hands over her stomach. Sitting on the bed and pulling her in between my legs so she's standing over me, I stroke her tummy softly before peppering it with kisses. "Just think one day, you'll be carrying our child in there, because your body healthy and happy. I know it's forward but I love you. I'm not pressuring you but Di I'm serious, I love you and I get that having a period every month isn't pleasant but I'll be here to do whatever you need of me. And if there's ever a baby in there,I'm be the most excited, proudest, happiest man alive." I finish, letting go of the breath I didn't know I had held. Her eyes are swimming with tears.
"I love you Joseph Sugg. I'd love to have your baby. Definitely not anytime soon but one day. I'm so bloody lucky to have you. But now will you stop talking to my uterus and get ready so we can eat? I'm hungry now!" She giggles.

Oh look!
There's me grinning like the Cheshire Cat again.

The things she does to me.

A/N
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