(Fair warning, this chapter might be a bit short. Sorry guys. 😓)

The dreaded day has come. You, my dear female reader...

Are on your period.

Yes, the fright! The terror! How will your boyfriend handle this type Hell? How will you behave? Find out now!

Swift
     The cramps were awful and I could physically feel my insides writhing in agony as my uterus complained profusely. And all I could do was take some Advil and wait for it to clear up.

     But I didn't want to wait for it to clear up. I wanted it to go away. Like right now.

     I gritted my teeth as I waited for the pain to subside. I asked Swift a few minutes ago to go buy me more medicine but it felt like hours. He was so dead when he got home.

     I was moaning in agony when he finally arrived with a plastic bag in hand. When I heard him come through the window, I felt rage boiling in my gut.

     "Sorry for the long wait. The cashier was a bit difficult to convince but she finally-"

     "What the hell took you?! And what all did you buy?! I only asked for some Advil!" I whisper yelled, not wanting to alert my parents. Swift just raised an eye ridge at me and without a word, pulled out some medication, pads, and ice cream.

    Swift was immune to my hormonally fueled rage at this point. The first six months of our relationship, however, was a completely different story. A story I kind of wish was occuring now.

"Relax. I decided to buy you some extra padding and ice cream. I know how you get when you're like this."

I huffed in defeat. Rocky Road soothed my soul when I wasn't feeling my best. Swift knew that better than anyone. I crossed my arms and diverted my attention away from him while he got out the stuff. I felt a blush on my cheeks.

"...Did you get Always maxi?" I asked softly. He chuckled in response.

"Yes. And Rocky Road. I also got you an extra box of Advil for next month."

Dammit. He was too good. He knew everything about me and my hormones to the point where he knows what kind of pads I like! It's too hard to get mad at him at that point so I just sit there in silence while he puts things away. I don't know why, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Swift found my anger amusing...

Rebel
     Rebel knows better than to show up on the week of my period for two reasons. One, he would immediately get an earful about leaving me by myself for a whole two hours, even though I wasn't home at the time. And second, he would get tackled the minute he crawled in through the window. Rebel would only show up on the last leg of it, when I was calm and less hormonally fueled.

     It was a late Saturday night when Rebel came over to visit. As suspected, my hormones had died down and I was more relaxed than usual. I was sitting in the living room reading a book while my parents slept soundly in their bedroom. The familiar sound of feet against the hardwood floor reached me, and before long Rebel was settling down on the couch.

"Hi there, stranger. How can I help you?" I asked teasingly. He growled playfully and circled my waist with his arm.

"Maybe a 'welcome back' kiss?" He teased in return, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck.

"But sir! These lips are for my one true love only! How could I possibly betray him?" I turned my head away with a dramatic flip of my hair. I could almost hear him rolling his eyes as his hand trailed up to my cheek. He forced me to look back at him and kissed me roughly the minute our eyes locked. I couldn't contain the giggles.

"Feeling better?" he asked me, pulling back to look me in the eyes again.

"Much better. I think I'm on my last day anyways, so it's safe to start coming back." We exchanged laughs for a few more minutes before laying down to watch TV. He gently massaged my lower abdomen the whole time, running off any cramps or tightness in that area. It was soothing enough to send me off to dreamland.

Ghost
My period was a literal Hell for Ghost. He had to deal with an overly emotional girl with Tourettes and a temper the size of the Empire State Building for a little over a week. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

I don't like moving around too much on my period. The pain is excruciating for one, and it's hard enough to walk around when your ovaries are complaining at you for existing. It's not my fault Eve ate the stupid apple! Why do you have to punish me for it?!

Ghost on the other hand wants me to move around more. He constantly nags me and forces me to walk around the house when I'm cramping or in a lot of agony. He says it'll make the cramps stop quicker. But it just feels like they get even worse.

So, in order to combat his nagging, I do one simple thing: Clean. I walk around and tidy up the apartment for about an hour before he stops by. When he arrives, I pretend like I just finished cleaning and sit down on the couch to "catch my breath".

He fell for it several times, but recently it hasn't been as deceiving. One Tuesday night, Ghost stopped by earlier than usual and caught me sitting down on the couch. My cramps were particularly bad that day, and at the moment I was in a state of anger mixed in with agony.

"Why aren't you moving around like I've told you to several times? I'm trying to help you out here," He nagged, approaching the couch and taking a stance in front of me. I glared at him and shot out a foot, kicking him in the knee. He grabbed my ankle and yanked it up, causing me to hiss in pain.

"Let go, you ass! I'm not in the mood!" I yelled, yanking my foot away only to hiss again in pain. Ghost released my ankle and studied me for a little bit.

"You know they would go away faster if you mo-"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M IN THE MOOD TO MOVE?" I shouted, curling up like a fetus and almost crying from the pain. I could barely see his wide-eyed expression through my watery eyes.

Eventually he just sat down with me, running a hand through my hair. I could only assume he was trying to help by distracting me from the cramps. I leaned into his touch willingly.

"...I know it hurts, but trust me when I say that moving around will make them go away sooner. Let me help you walk around if they're that bad." His voice was low and comforting, which helped soothe my nerves a little bit. After thinking it over, I sat up and stood, resisting the urge to sit back down.

Ghost gently grabbed my hand and wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me around the apartment and catching me when I doubled over. After about twenty minutes of walking around, the cramps slowly died down enough to the point where they were bearable. I leaned into his shoulder and sighed when they finally went away. He pressed a soft kiss to my hair in return before guiding me back to the couch.

M.C.
M.C. was a bit of a coward when it came to my period. Even after two years together, he couldn't handle the idea of me being grumpy or overly emotional. The thought of me crying or angry was too much, according to him. So, when my period rolled around, M.C. was extra prepared.

I usually don't get too upset during my period. My cramps aren't that bad, I don't bleed as heavily as most of my friends do, and I'm pretty calm most of the time. But if there is any inkling of frustration in my expression, or my eyes start to get watery, M.C. practically freaks out. But I didn't notice until recently.

We were playing some games one late afternoon, and I was losing badly. I started to feel the frustration building up as I mashed the buttons on my controller. But before I could even voice my frustration, M.C.'s character suddenly falls off the map and dies, cancelling out all of his points. I finish the game in first place, but I knew that M.C. did it on purpose. I look over at him to see a nervous smile plastered on his face. I sigh and stand up, setting my controller down to get some food from the fridge.

I open the door and notice most of my favorite foods have been placed in convenient and easy-to-reach places. I grab a cup of yogurt conveniently placed just in front of a bottle of sriracha my dad bought, far away from the other cups in the back. I look over at M.C., who was watching me carefully. I groan and just tear open the cup before grabbing a spoon from the neighboring drawer.

I eat at the kitchen island in silence, listening as M.C. started the game up again. I couldn't help but feel like M.C. was doing all of this just so I wouldn't blow up. The thought was nice, but what annoyed me was the fact that I didn't know what he was so worried about. I blew up all the time when I lost, and he usually just laughed at me and offered to go another round. What was so different about today?
I threw away the cup and tossed my spoon in the sink before walking back into the living room. We played more games and each time I was about to lose, M.C.'s character died or he did something to lose all his points, causing me to win. It got to the point where I was starting to get mad when I won, and I can only imagine the confusion M.C. felt when he glanced at my face and saw my expression.

"Okay, time out. What the hell is going on?!" I turned my body towards him very suddenly after I won for the near thirtith time. M.C.'s expression was a mixture of shock and confusion, but I could already tell he knew what I was talking about.

"What do you mean? You won again, right? Aren't you glad about that?"

"I was glad the first time. We've played thirty rounds already and each time I've won. Coincidentally, each time I'm about to lose, you die. I know you're letting me win. Why?"

M.C. scrambled for a little bit, but after awhile, he just hung his head and sighed. "You're easier to deal with when you're not...overly emotional...I'm just trying to make sure you don't blow up...Or start crying..."

I was at a loss for words. M.C. was basically telling me that he was afraid of me on my period. I couldn't help it when I started laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" He asked, face full of confusion.

"You're afraid of my emotions...On my period!?" I barely held it together. M.C. just huffed at me and turned his back to me.

I scooted over and wrapped my arms around his shell. I could feel the embarrassment radiating off of him. It was sorta cute in a way.