Requested by DancerLenhart19: Y/N is on her period, and everything is making her break down in tears. Tom is comforting her through it all, but is trying not to laugh at the same time.

My eyes fluttered open, my body slowly but surely coming out of sleep as I woke up. My lips parted in a yawn as my face scrunched up, a quiet groan leaving my lips as I did. I looked down and smiled slightly as my boyfriend of two years, Tom, had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist to hold my back against his chest. He was still asleep like he normally was at this time, his beautiful curls as unruly as they always were when he woke up and soft snores leaving his parted lips. I leant back and gently pecked his cheek before peeling the covers off of my legs and standing up. I headed into our en-suite and shut the door before pulling my panties down and sitting on the toilet. That was when I saw it. I looked down and my eyes widened at the spot of blood that had stained the material.

"Fucks' sake." I mumbled, my moods over the last week now making perfect sense as I had just witnessed the start of my period. Over the last seven days, everything, and I meant everything, had pissed me off. Things that normally didn't bother me, either. Tom would get in late from work, which wasn't rare, that would piss me off. Tessa would bark a bit too loudly, which once again wasn't uncommon, that would piss me off too. Every little thing would just get to me in every way possible, and now it made perfect sense. I had been expecting my period. I sighed and shook my head, my entire body suddenly feeling like shit as I grabbed a fresh pair of underwear that I kept in the bathroom for exactly this reason before grabbing a sanitary towel too. I changed into the underwear and put on the pad before grabbing some toilet paper and wiping myself. I pulled them back up and stood up before flushing the toilet. I headed back out into our room, Tom still fast asleep as I padded through our bedroom and out into the rest of our apartment. I made my way into our kitchen and opened the cupboard to grab some bread and jam for my breakfast. I moved about numbly, my stomach starting to tense in cramps as I shoved the bread into the toaster and pushed it down before grabbing the jam. I wrapped my fingers around the lid to open it...and then found that I couldn't. I huffed out as I tried once again to twist the lid off.

"Fucking come on, you bitch." I mumbled, my palms starting to become sore against the metal lid as I desperately tried, and failed, to open the jar.

"GODDAMMIT!" I yelled as I slammed the jar back down against the counter before leaning forward with my elbows against the marble surface. I buried my face in my hands as tears started to prick my eyes. I choked and shook my head, my emotions starting to bubble over and get the better of me as tears slowly but surely began to roll down my face.

"Morning, love-oh." I looked up as I heard Tom's voice. His eyes widened as he saw me crying.

"Woah, hey, what's wrong?! Oh my god, darling, are you okay?!" He gasped as he immediately rushed to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I choked and shook my head as he pulled me into his body, my arms curling around his shoulders to pull him in as I cried into his neck.

"It's fine, it's nothing, I'm just being stupid." I sobbed and shook my head.

"Hey, no, don't say that. Anything that has you this upset must be serious. Talk to me, sweetheart, come on." He encouraged as his hands soothingly rubbed up and down my back. I bit my lip as tears continued to stream down my face.

"I can't open the jar of jam. I can't fucking open it." I choked and shook my head. Tom's hands stopped moving and he tensed in my arms.

"U-um...what?" He chuckled nervously into my ear.

"I want toast with jam on it, but I can't get the stupid jar open, and I even hurt my hand trying to do it." I cried. Tom pulled away to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed as his face also came into my view.

"You're crying because you can't get the jam open?! Darling, you can't do that to me, I thought that someone had died!" He exclaimed.

"Someone DID die, Tom! My UTERUS DIED!" I yelled. His eyebrows furrowed before his face went emotionless, the boy clearly clocking on to why I was so upset as he looked at me.

"Okay, I see what's happened. Did you happen to get your period this morning, beautiful?" He chuckled as he put his hands on my arms and soothingly rubbed up and down. I choked and pouted at him.

"I may have done." I grumbled. He chuckled again and nodded, a smile on his lips as he grabbed the jam jar and opened it with ease.

"There you go. Now, you can satisfy your craving for jam and toast." He nodded as he looked at me. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as I could see his lips threatening to break into a laugh.

"What-are you trying not to laugh at me?! You asshole!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, darling, I'm not trying to be insensitive, but I just caught you sobbing like Tessa had died...over a jar of jam." He chuckled and shook his head as he clearly tried to not let it turn into more than just a chuckle.

"It's not funny! I'm in pain and I'm bleeding out of my vagina, you're meant to be comforting me!" I squealed.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm being a bad boyfriend right now." He chuckled again, making me huff as he curled his arms around me again in a hug, which I reluctantly returned.

"Yeah, you are being. But that's okay because you're a good hugger." I grumbled.

"Thank you, beautiful, you are too." He nodded, making me sigh and close my eyes as I rested my head against his chest.

Tom and I sat on the sofa, his arm around my waist so that I was tucked into his body as we watched TV. Tom sighed and looked at me, his hand soothingly rubbing against my hip as tears streamed down my face at the advert that was currently playing.

"He just...he just wants a home...it shouldn't be hard, he's such a cute puppy, but it is hard." I choked and shook my head, my hand raising my tissue to my nose as we watched the advert about a nearby dog shelter.

"I know, darling, it's harder than it should be for the little guy." He nodded in agreement. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"We'd adopt him, wouldn't we, Tommy? We'd give Tessa a little brother?" I asked hopefully. He chuckled and looked at me.

"Yes, sweetheart. If he was a real dog who really needed adopting, yes, we would adopt him." He reassured.

"Okay. Okay, good." I nodded and sniffed, making Tom smile and kiss my head as he once again tried not to laugh. Today had been completely categorised by me getting unreasonably upset by every little thing, starting with my inability to open the jam jar this morning. And every time that I had been sobbing my heart out over nothing, Tom had desperately tried not to laugh over comfort me. Though he had still cracked sometimes, which was only making it worse. If I hadn't been on my period, I would have been completely understanding, I even would have started laughing with him at how silly I was being. But not today. Not fucking today. Another advert started to play on the TV, making my eyes widen as this time, it was an advert for a children's hospital.

"Oh my god." I choked as yet more tears started to leave my eyes.

"Oh my god." Tom sighed, my boyfriend squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose as his head lulled back against the sofa cushions. I looked at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is me being upset offending you?" I scoffed with a choke. Tom looked at me and sighed.

"I'm sorry, darling, it's just that this hasn't stopped. I love you, but are you going to cry at every advert?" He chuckled warily. My eyes wavered at his words, and I sat up to face him, making him sigh again as his eyes flicked over my face.

"You know what, Tom? Fuck you. I've been in never-ending pain all day, I am bleeding uncontrollably out of my vagina, and my body is punishing me for not getting pregnant this month by flooding itself with hormones that are making me feel like shit. I'm sorry that I'm so emotional, I'm sorry, but I can't fucking help it. I can't help that the image of a poor little puppy, or a sick child makes me cry, I'm sorry that I got irate over jam, I'm sorry. But every time that I've been upset, you've laughed at me more than you've comforted me. You've laughed at me at every chance. So, yeah, you're sick of me crying at everything, and I'm sick of you laughing at me for it." I cried and nodded. Tom's eyes widened slightly at my outburst, his mouth falling open at my words. He scoffed and nodded before standing from the sofa. I sighed and let my eyes flutter shut, my mind immediately regretting every single word as without another utterance, Tom grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on before walking to the front door. He opened it and walked out before shutting it again, making me bite my lip harshly in a weak attempt to stop more tears from falling as I lay down on the sofa, and continued to cry to myself.

I lay on the sofa, my now very used tissue held to my nose as I absentmindedly continued to watch TV. Tom had walked out half an hour ago, and I felt awful for yelling at him so much that he had walked out. But all I could do now was wait for him to come back. I just hoped that he would. As if on cue, I heard the front door open from behind me. My eyebrows furrowed as I sat up and looked over the back of the sofa. My heart jumped, my eyes wavering as Tom shut the door behind him before looking at me.

"Tom, I'm sorry-."

"No." He cut me off by holding up one finger, making me gulp harshly as he walked towards me. My eyebrows furrowed as he raised the plastic bag that was in his hands. He tipped it upside down, making my eyes widen as dozens of bags of sweets, chocolate and crisps tumbled out from the plastic and fell onto the surface of our coffee table. My mouth fell open, my heart already warming up at the sight of all of my favourite snacks as I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." He nodded. I sighed and bit my lip, my gaze glued to him as he sat down next to me and gently took my hands into his. He looked at me.

"You have no reason to be sorry, but I do. Because you were right. You're in an unimaginable amount of pain and you will be for the next five days, you'll also not stop bleeding in those next five days, and your hormones are going crazy right now, of course you're going to be upset over anything. And of course it's not going to help me laughing and trying not to laugh at you, even if I do also comfort you. So, this is what will happen now until your period is over. Whatever you need, you tell me, and I will do it for you, no questions asked. Whether you want a specific snack, whether you want a massage, whether you want us to have a nice, relaxing bath together, you just say it and we can do it. Whatever you need over the next week, just say the word and I'll do it for you. I'm going to stop laughing every time that you cry, and I'm going to start being the completely comforting boyfriend who loves and supports his girlfriend when she's on her period. And always, of course." He chuckled and nodded. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes as my heart filled to the maximum with love for the boy at his words.

"I'm going to cry again, I'm sorry." I choked and shook my head.

"It's okay, darling, let it all out." He smiled gently as he leant forward and wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug. I returned it and sobbed into his shoulder as I held onto him for dear life. At the end of the day, I knew that everything that was making me upset was completely irrational, and that I'd probably think myself silly once I was off my period. But Tom acknowledging that I was upset and that that was valid made me feel infinitely better already, and reassured me that my boyfriend would stick to his promise of comforting me over the next week.

"It honestly means a lot, Tommy, thank you so much. Both for acknowledging my feelings and for getting me all of that food. It looks so good, and I'm so fucking hungry." I cried into his neck.

"Go on, love, dig in. All of it's for you, help yourself." He nodded. I bit my lip and pulled away to look at him.

"Thank you, you're so sweet. I love you so much." I whispered.

"I love you too, beautiful. And I'm sorry for laughing at you." He apologised.

"It's okay. I get it." I chuckled and nodded, making him smile as he leant in and gently kissed me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to hold his face as we kissed. I broke it, Tom pecking my lips once more before I turned my head to look at the pile of food on the table.

"Oh my god...what to start with." I sighed in bliss as I shook my head, making Tom chuckle as he sat back and curled his arm around my waist as I sat forward and tried to decide what to have.

"Whatever you want, my love. Whatever you want." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as I picked up a bag of chocolate before leaning back and cuddling back into the side of the love of my life. And that was right where I belonged.