OMG!!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND YOUR WHOLEEEE PAGE LIKE FR I JUSY READ HALF OF ALL YOUR WORK
COUKD I REQUEST A ETHAN LANDRY X READER WHOS ON HER PERIOD FILAJDKAIS
cause i am in horrible pain 🙏
TYSM IM SO GLAD THAT PPL R ENJOYING MY WORK !! i hope u feel better btw luvie :(((( <3333 and i hope this helps in any possible way FLUFF + GN!
ethan tries his best when you're on your period. he's inexperienced, but not stupid. he has a sister so he knows how debilitating a period can be for someone. which is why he's kicked into action as soon as you send him a text.
' on my period rn so we can only hang if ur willing to lay in bed and binge watch cartoons with me '
he's at your apartment a little later than you expected him to be. you're limping to the door, craving the left behind warmth of your heating pad, and pulling the door open to see exactly why ethan was running a little late.
he holds the classic 'thank you ☺' bags in his hands, and you can slightly see through the transparent plastic to notice that he has the goods. it's not until he walks in and sets the items down on the dining room table that you see just how prepared he is.
midol, tylenol, 3 different chocolate brands, salty snacks, pads of different sizes, tampons.
you're staring at the bag, then at ethan, a small smile on your face. "i appreciate it, e, but these are things i already have."
his face blanches, and then it reddens. "oh ... yeah. i knew that." he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. "i ... um ... didn't ask for a receipt so i don't think i can return this."
the giggle you let out isn't condescending, even though it's one of amusement. the sound is soft, and followed by a wince as a cramp stings low in your belly. you double over, holding onto the wooden furniture and holding a hand near your womb, silently wishing that this ball sized, uncomfortable knot would just fucking go away.
"are you okay?" he sounds more worried than he should, but you don't mind. you nod, "yeah," and turn away from the dining room to head back to your bedroom. "just feeling like complete shit."
you can hear ethan follow behind you, his shoes thudding against the floor. "right," he pauses and you hear shuffling. when he starts to walk again, the sound of his feet is softer, likely from just socks on hardwood. "is there anything i can do?"
you're turning into your room and he's right behind you. thankfully, you fall against the bed and instantly pull your heating pad onto your stomach. "just cuddle with me and keep the trash can in sight in case i hurl."
ethan nods sternly, instantly following your orders by pulling your small trash can to rest beside your bed and slipping his jacket off before he climbs in beside you.
your figure gravitates to his side and you instantly snuggle in, a pleased sigh leaving your mouth and your eyelids quickly getting heavier.
"were you watching 'bluey' before i got here?" you almost forgot about your computer which sits open to the australian kid show.
"mhm."
ethan doesn't even have time to tease you about it because you're falling asleep, and he's hitting play to watch it for himself.
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