Requested by anonymous: Y/N gets her period whilst she's with Peter, but he's really sweet about it, and does as much as he can to make her feel better.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter stood over his bed, his backpack against the sheets as he packed up what he needed for the day ahead in school. His phone pinged by the backpack, making the boy's eyes flick down to it. His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw that it was a text from his girlfriend of a year, Y/N. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he picked up his phone, his mind loving the fact that he still felt butterflies every time that she texted him. He clicked onto the text and read her reply to the one that he'd sent.

Peter: How are you this morning, baby? X.

Y/N: Can't lie, not great. Don't feel well :( X.

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, his smile lessening at the idea that the girl that he was in love with didn't feel like herself. He just hoped that he could do something to help her. He bit his lip and started to type out a response before pressing 'send'.

Peter: Aw, no, angel, I'm sorry :( Do you know what's wrong? Is there anything that I can do to help? X.

Y/N: It's okay, not your fault :(. I don't know what's up with me, so I also don't know how you can help, but thank you anyway :( X.

Peter sighed and his heart sank slightly at the fact that he couldn't do anything to help his girlfriend. Or maybe...he could. He looked at the time as his head tried to work out if now would be early enough to leave to make a slight detour on his way to school. He nodded and bit his lip.

"Yeah. I can make it." He decided with a shrug before zipping his backpack and putting it onto his back before leaving his room.

"I've got to go, May, I'll see you later!" Peter called in his thick Queens accent, making the woman look at him over her shoulder from the kitchen. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"You're leaving a little early, aren't you, Pete?" She chuckled.

"Y/N doesn't feel well, so I'm going to swing by Delmar's on the way to get her some chocolate and snacks." He nodded.

"Aw, honey, that's so sweet. Whoever raised you raised you right." She smiled, making him chuckle and nod as he opened the door.

"That they did. Love you!" He called out.

"Love you too, have a good day!" The kind woman returned before Peter shut the door and started to head down the hallway.

Y/N's P.O.V

"You still don't feel great, huh?" Peter sighed, his eyes glued to me as we walked along the hallway to his apartment with our hands joined and fingers intertwined.

"Nope. I took as many painkillers as I could, I went to the school nurse, I drank so much water, I don't know what's wrong with me." I shook my head. Peter sighed again and gave me a small smile as he let us into his apartment. I had felt incredibly shitty all day, and I had no idea why. Normally, I felt similar to this on my period, but it wasn't due for another week, and I hadn't had the typical other warning sign of cramps, and so I had written that off in my head. But that left the question of why, if not my period, I was feeling so shitty and sick. At least I was with Peter. He couldn't make the pain go away, but he could certainly try with cuddles and kisses.

"What do you fancy watching, angel?" Peter asked as we sat down on his sofa, and he curled his arm around my waist as I cuddled into his side.

"What's on?" I shrugged as he turned the TV on.

"Let's have a look." He mumbled. Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, wait, I forgot to give you this." He chuckled, making me look at him as he leant forward and grabbed his backpack.

"Give me what?" I chuckled as he unzipped the bag and instead pulled out a white plastic one. He looked at me.

"I hadn't left this morning when you said that you weren't feeling well, so I decided to leave a little earlier and get you some of your favourite stuff from Delmar's." He smiled proudly as he handed me the bag. My eyes widened, tears pricking them and my heart swelling in pure love for the boy at his words and actions.

"Oh, you didn't, Pete...oh, babe, that's so sweet, thank you so much." I choked.

"It's okay, baby. Whatever it is, I know that I can't do much, but if even buying you one of your favourite snacks will help, I'll do it." He reassured.

"And I love you for that." I nodded before leaning forward and gently kissing him. I pulled away, making him smile again as we sat back into each other's bodies on the sofa, and he put a movie on. I grabbed a bag of chips from the plastic bag and opened them, the heavenly smell filling my nose as I grabbed a chip and raised it to my lips. But as soon as I bit down on it, I felt the dreaded sensation. The whoosh. My eyes widened, my heart stopping and my entire body freezing in fear. I gulped harshly, the chip still in between my teeth as I tried to figure out how to move without making it happen again, and without getting anything on Peter's sofa. After all, as loving and understanding my boyfriend was, he didn't need to know that I'd just gotten my period on his sofa.

"I-I, um...I'm just going to nip to the bathroom, Pete, d-don't pause it." I chuckled nervously as I put the chip back in the bag and put it on the coffee table before slowly and carefully standing up.

"Oh. You okay, baby?" Peter checked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched me walk around the sofa.

"I'm fine." I lied with a smile as I headed to the bathroom. My eyes widened as soon as I was out of sight of Pete, a quiet but annoyed groan leaving my lips as I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. I hurriedly pulled my jeans and panties down before sitting on the toilet and looking down at my blood-soaked underwear. I held my hands to my head, panic starting to run through me as I realised that I didn't have any products with me, and even if I did, they were currently in the living room. With Peter. I gulped and bit my lip as I desperately tried to comprehend what to do. I looked around the bathroom in the despairing hope that maybe May had some products in here, but it didn't look like it. I was fucked. So. Thoroughly. Fucked.

Peter's P.O.V

"And I love you for that." Y/N nodded before leaning forward and gently kissing Peter. The beautiful girl pulled away, making him smile again as they sat back into each other's bodies on the sofa, and he put a movie on. She grabbed a bag of chips from the plastic bag and opened them, the heavenly smell filling Peter's nose as Y/N grabbed a chip and raised it to her lips. Peter's eyes stayed on the TV, his fingers gently massaging his girlfriend's waist as they contently watched the movie.

"I-I, um...I'm just going to nip to the bathroom, Pete, d-don't pause it." Y/N suddenly chuckled, though somewhat nervously as she put the chip back in the bag and put it on the coffee table before standing up.

"Oh. You okay, baby?" Peter checked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched her walk around the sofa.

"I'm fine." She smiled as she headed to the bathroom. Peter bit his lip, his mind filled with confusion as he replayed the odd interaction that he had just had with his girlfriend. She had suddenly seemed worried, scared, panicked, and Peter had no idea why. He looked over his shoulder and down the hall at the now shut bathroom door, his mind contemplating whether or not he should check on her.

"Fuck it." He mumbled before standing from the sofa and heading along to the bathroom. He gently knocked his fist against the door.

"Baby? Are you okay in there?" He asked softly.

"N-no, I'm not, Pete, I...I...fuck." He heard her sigh, making his eyebrows furrow.

"Angel, what's wrong? I'm starting to get worried about you." He gulped.

"I got my period, Pete." She admitted. His eyes widened slightly, his mouth falling open as his cheeks blushed slightly.

"O-oh, okay, that's okay. Do you need anything? Do you want me to grab your school bag or anything?" He checked.

"I don't have anything with me, babe, I wasn't supposed to start for another week. Is there any chance that your aunt might have any products?" She asked through the door. Peter sighed and bit his lip, his heart breaking as he could hear how embarrassed Y/N was at having to ask him this. Of course not that she had any reason to be.

"I'll ring her, angel, and ask. Hang in there." He nodded before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He clicked on May's number and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey, honey, you okay?" She picked up.

"Um, yeah, but Y/N is over, and she unexpectedly started her period. She doesn't have anything with her, so I wondered if you had anything that I could give to her." He explained.

"Oh, god, poor girl, of course I do. Top drawer in my bedroom, Pete, give her whatever she needs." May responded.

"Thanks, May, see you later." He nodded before hanging up. He headed into his aunt's room and opened the drawer, his eyes widening at the array of completely unknown products.

"Holy shit." He gulped, his mind utterly confused as to what all of the wrapped packages and small tubes were as he stared over the products. He grabbed one of the packages as well as one of the tubes, figuring that Y/N would know what to do as he shut the drawer before heading through to his room. He opened his drawer and grabbed a pair of his boxers as he had also figured out that Y/N's underwear would be ruined, and he didn't want her sitting in uncomfortable panties for the next hour. He grabbed all of the stuff, his hands now full as he headed back to the bathroom door and gently knocked on it.

Y/N's P.O.V

I unlocked the bathroom door, my cheeks still flushed in embarrassment as I now had a pair of Peter's boxers on underneath my jeans, as well as a pad in the material and a tampon in too, just in case. I timidly walked out into the living room, making Peter look over his shoulder at me. His eyes widened slightly.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" He gave me a small smile as I sat down next to him, and he curled his arm around my waist.

"Embarrassed. So. Fucking. Embarrassed." I sighed and shook my head. Peter's eyebrows furrowed.

"What? Why? It's nothing to be ashamed of, what happened. It's completely natural, and I understand that it catches you off-guard sometimes." He nodded.

"I know, Pete, and I really appreciate you being so understanding, but rule one-oh-one of being a girl is always having products with you." I chuckled wearily.

"And sometimes you forget, you're only human. It's okay, angel. I just hope that I helped you out okay." He shrugged.

"Are you kidding? You completely saved my ass, Pete. I would have been fucked if you hadn't given me some of May's stuff, and I really appreciate you thinking about the underwear too. It was very considerate and sweet of you." I nodded.

"Any time, baby." He reassured, making me give him a small smile as he leant in and pecked my lips.

"Now that I know for sure why you feel so shitty, I made you a hot cocoa with marshmallows, grabbed all of the pillows and blankets from my room so that you'll be super comfy, and I changed the movie to one of your favourites." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip at how kind and loving he was being as he put the blanket over our legs.

"Thank you so much, Pete. You've really been amazing with this, and I love you so much for that." I spoke.

"Anything for you, babe. Because I love you too." He returned, making me smile again as I cuddled into his side, and he turned the movie on.