heat pads and ceiling fans - xyx x reader comfort fic
a comfort fic by mwa!!!!!! it's my first fic i've written in a while :))
synopsis: you get your period and xyx comforts you <3
As you curled up on your bed with your hands clutching on your stomach, you wondered if this was the end. Well, not literally, but it felt like it. You feel it every month, your body attacking you, just because you didn’t have a baby. Seriously, who came up with this idea in the first place?
You pondered calling someone, anyone, just to seek help, or even have a good enough distraction away from the pain. You immediately thought of your boyfriend Xyx, but the thought vanished just as quickly. He was at work and bothering him was the last thing you wanted to do.
You quickly forget your train of thought as your stomach becomes a warzone, with the cramps, on top of the growing starvation, and the imminent feeling of throwing up. You breathe in and out of your nose, trying to focus on only one feeling. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you squeeze them shut, not wanting to admit defeat.
So there you laid, pondering your day away, thinking that you should get up and at least have some pain medication to ease the cramps. The idea sounded impossible at this moment, your body refused to get up from the foetal position.
You don’t know how long you laid there for, maybe an hour, or even multiple, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing is planned for the rest of the day, and nothing could get you out of this bed.
With what feels like multiple knives sticking into your abdomen, you slowly climbed out of bed and reached for your phone. The clock showed it’s just past five o’clock, and you silently celebrated, now knowing that Xyx finished his shift for the day. You opened the messages app and shoot off a quick text, not thinking twice on the context:
It wasn’t long before you got a phone call from him, a picture of him and Cat cuddling showing on your phone screen. You pressed the ‘accept’ button with a smile on your face.
“ARE YOU OKAY?!” Xyx practically screamed into the phone, causing you to flinch away from your own phone, the sudden movement rippling a shock of pain through your stomach.
You bite your lip, holding down on a whine of pain. “What’s the yelling for?”
Sounds of ruffling and a breath of relief came through the speaker. “If you got a message that says nothing else but ‘help’, you’d be worried too.” Xyx’s tone suddenly calmed down, and you felt yourself release the tension in your shoulders.
You paused for a moment, and realised that the message you sent did sound quite alarming. “Can you pick up some pickles and fruit roll ups from the shop?” You managed to squeak out, trying desperately to think of anything else other than the pain in your stomach.
For a minute, you swore you could hear a lightbulb turn on coming from the phone speaker. “Oh! Of course doll, sorry for yelling. Do you have everything you need? Do you want anything else while I’m out?”
A smile grew on your face once again and you sighed lovingly. ‘What did I do to deserve a man like you?’ You thought quietly. “I’m okay honey, I don’t need anything else.”
“I’ll see you in a bit, love. Your knight in shining armour won’t be too long.” Xyx’s voice became more gruff and proud sounding. You giggled in response.
“Bye, dear.” You ended the call, and rolled on your back, limbs spread out. The fan circling above your head doesn’t seem to cool you down.
With your distraction gone, you were ready to fight someone. Someone, just to get rid of this damn pain that seemed to stick around. You stared at the fans circling around, and around, and around…
You woke up to the sound of the front door opening. Honestly, you didn’t care if someone was breaking in. Right now, nothing mattered. Your not-so-worried feeling disappeared when you heard Xyx yell “I’m home, honey!”
Smiling, you thought to yourself, ‘you don’t even live here.’ You wish you could call back out, to let him know you’re awake, and alive, but you couldn’t bring your voice above a whisper.
You heard shuffling coming from the other side of your bedroom, the closer the sounds are to your door, the bigger your smile is spreading. Yes, you may feel like the world is throwing all of its possible pains at you, but just hearing Xyx’s voice makes you feel better.
Suddenly, your door swinged open, and you can see Xyx with his hair an absolute mess, holding a plastic bag. Xyx could see the dried tears underneath your eyes, immediately dropping the bag in his hand and running to your bed, slowing down when he gets closer to you.
Taking your head in his hands, guilt flashed across his eyes as he stared down at yours. He started asking a plethora of questions, but you couldn’t process any of them. You were so happy to see him, to finally have someone to lean on.
A small smile resting on your face, you hold back more tears that threaten to spill over. Now that he was here, with you, you finally relaxed. You didn’t notice how overwhelming everything was.
“You might as well just live here dummy, everything just falls apart when I’m away from you.” You spoke as your bottom lip trembled, eyes glossing over.
Xyx sighed and brought a kiss to your forehead. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me, doll.” He mumbled into your skin.
He sniffled, then leaned back, his hands sliding down to hold yours. “You stay right there, I’ll get you your snacks, princess.” His tone was as soft as a feather.
“No, I just want to cuddle, honestly. I’ll eat later.”
“Sorry darling, but you have to eat something. I don’t want to cuddle with a corpse.” He stepped away, and you ached from the loss of touch.
Searching through the bag that he previously dropped, you silently swoon at his care-taker habits. “We’re so domestic.”
Xyx swinged around, his eyes wide. “You’re making it real hard not to leap into your arms, doll.” He wiggled his eyebrows, a grin on his face. He opened the packet as he walked to the side of your bed, leaving the packet on the bedside table. He held one out in front of your face, and you eagerly grabbed it with your mouth, not realising how hungry you were until now.
You raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you with a smirk. With a mouth full of roll up, you manage to speak with a playful tone. “What are you looking at?”
“You look so cute with a roll up sticking out of your mouth, dear. How can I not look?” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want your wheat bag or hot water bottle for your stomach?”
The look of pure adoration in his eyes was enough for you to start crying again. You sniffled, not bothering to wipe away your tears. “Wheat bag, please.” You spoke with a trembling voice, Xyx’s fingers reaching up to wipe away the tears in your eyes.
After a couple of kisses on the corner of your eyes, your cheeks, your forehead, Xyx left the room to get your wheat bag. The sound of the microwave whirring from the kitchen made you feel comfortable already.
Without a moment passed, he walked back into your bedroom and climbed behind you on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard.
He gently took hold of your shoulders, pulling you back so you could rest against his chest. He delicately placed the wheat bag on your lower abdomen, and the warmth is enough to make you exhale a long drawn out sigh of relief.
It isn’t enough to completely diminish your pain, but just the thought that Xyx is taking care of you so lovingly and affectionately makes all your worries wash away.
He grabbed the previously placed packet of roll ups from the bedside table and offered you another one, which you happily took.
“Where are your pain meds, love?”
You pointed to the drawer in your bedside table, and Xyx opened it, grabbing the box of medication. “You can have this after eating.”
You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes, listening to the slow rising and falling of Xyx’s chest. His heartbeat was fast, but was calming enough to make you fall asleep. You didn’t want to do that though, you wanted to be awake whilst cuddling with your boyfriend.
The silence between you two became comfortable, only the sounds of Xyx’s heartbeat and the ceiling fan filling the room. Just earlier today, your bed felt like the worst place on earth from your discomfort, but now, you wish you could never leave it.
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