Ringo Imagine:

You groaned angrily as another sharp pain shot through your stomach. You shovelled the last bits of ice cream into your mouth, throwing the To Kill A Mockingbird novel at the wall. You really felt like putting someone's head through a wall, but you also wanted to snack on ice cream and chocolates all day. And to your dismay, you were running out.

"Ugh," you grunted, shoving the empty tub of ice cream to the side. "Why do you exist? Why did I have to be cursed with this waterfall of blood!"

You heard the front door open, as well as a familiar voice calling, "Y/N! Are you here? I've got something for you!"

You rolled your eyes. You loved your boyfriend, Ringo, but you didn't want to see him at the moment. Or any man, for that matter. Whenever you were on your period, you just hated men because they didn't have to worry about blood dripping from their intimate areas.

Ringo appeared in the living room with bags hanging from his arms and a gentle smile.

"Hey babe," he greeted softly, sitting himself next to you. "How're you doing?"

"How am I doing?" You repeated, a humourless laugh escaping your lips. "How am I doing? You mean other than the fact that I have blood coming out of my vagina? Other than the fact that I feel like my uterus is about to explode? Oh, I'm just grand, sweetheart, just amazing!"

Ringo bit his lip nervously.

"And what about you, hm? Aren't you just glad that you weren't inflicted with Satan's sacrificial blood-fall? Aren't you ecstatic because you weren't born with a vagina? Well?"

"Well, actually," he chuckled anxiously. "That's why I'm here. I remembered it was... red week for you. So I bought you some sweets."

You blinked. "Chocolate?" you asked in a small voice.

"And ice cream," he replied. "I also bought you a heating pad and a bunch of your favourite Disney movies. I was thinking maybe we could have a marathon tonight. I could also order us a pizza-"

A sob suddenly spilled from you lips. You threw yours arms around Ringo and cried loudly into his shoulder. He hugged you back, kissing your temple gently and stroking your hair soothingly.

"I'm so sorry!" you wailed. "I d-didn't mean to yell! I didn't mean anything I said!"

"I know that, darling, I know," Ringo soothed. "Yell at me some more if it'll make you feel better. You can even put my head through the wall."

He was trying to make you laugh, but it only made you cry harder.

"You're so understanding!" you sobbed. "Why can't all men be like you? Oh, I don't want to put your head through a wall... anymore."

Ringo chuckled warmly. "Alright, love, you just sit back and relax. I'll put on the first movie and set up the heating pad for you. I'll get more tissues too. I'm probably going to need them too after we watch Bambi."

You wiped your tears away and shook your head. "Let's not watch Bambi. I'll cry more and then I'll look so bad that you'll leave me."

Ringo grinned. "Y/N, you could be bald and I'll still love you," he said softly. "You could have two heads and I'll still love you. No matter what, you'll always look beautiful."

Your lower lip quivered.

"Ringo," you whimpered. "I love you, but are you trying to make me cry more?"

"Sorry!" he said quickly. "Okay, I'm just going to stop talking and put on the movie."

Requested by @marmaladeskies67! This is me on my period XD Enjoy! :)