I Love A Gwyn Hormonal And Sensitive - Tumblr Posts

i need more fics of gwynriel (and all acotar characters) when she's in her period and she's extra sensitive and hormonal

Gwyn sends Azriel an SOS text bc she's run out of ice cream and she's on her period

hehehehe combining this with @julemmaes prompt request. soft Gwynriel incoming!

Azriel was walking out of his last class for the day when he got a text from his girlfriend. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and read her texts, his anxiety going through the roof at her words. Or, rather, one word in particular.

SOS SOS SOS, she’d written.

He was dialing her number before he could even think. “Gwyn? What’s wrong?”

“Everything hurts,” she whined.

“Are you okay?” he asked, speeding up to get out of the social sciences building. He cursed every one of his fellow criminal justice majors as he fought his way through the crowds.

“I need ice cream,” she said. He heard her shifting around in the background and guessed she must have been lying down, probably in her bed surrounded by books as usual.

“And that was worth an SOS text?” he asked. He finally managed to make his way outside and started walking towards the garage. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m on my period and I need my amazing, sexy, loving boyfriend to bring me some ice cream,” she said, her voice sweet. “I think that’s worth an SOS text.”

Azriel cracked a smile even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah, yeah, Berdara.”

“God, I love you,” Gwyn replied. “And make sure it’s cookie dough or else, pretty boy.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, chuckling. “I love you too. See you soon.”

Twenty minutes later he found himself cuddled up with his girlfriend, both of them sharing a pint of cookie dough ice cream. He’d even bought her a heating pad since she’d complained about losing hers last month, earning him an excited squeal.

Her bright hair tickled his face as he rested his head on top of hers. They were cuddling in her bed and she had on some true crime documentary, which he’d never expected her to be into, but she had a habit of surprising him.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” she said. She sighed happily as she took another bite of her ice cream. “You’re not allowed to break up with me, ever.”

“I’m just trying to keep up with you being such a good girlfriend,” he said, smiling. He might pretend to be annoyed to do little things for her, but he thoroughly enjoyed fussing over her and taking care of her as best as he could. “You’re my favorite redhead. Believe me, I’m not going anywhere.”