𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

33; teddy bear

(the song has nothing to do with the imagine, except for the title)
Imagine 33:
Y/n

Hunching with pain, I groan, wiping my eyes from the tears that threaten from the slight migraine I feel. Sitting on the bare floor, especially during the chilly winter, wasn't as comfortable as I expected it to be, but nothing seemed to be the treatment for my pain.

Daniel was currently at the store, texting me ten minutes earlier that he needed to grab a few things before heading here for movie night. Though I'm not in the mood for such a night, the want to be cuddled into Daniel seemed to cancel out my mood, so I replied with a simple "okay", while grasping my stomach from the sharp pain.

The thought of being stabbed had not bettered my mood or discomfort, as it felt like it would have been better to be stabbed once than having this pain for several days. The longing for this week to end was flourishing, raising every second I wither onto the floor with hurtful groans.

With a loud knock relishing the door, I stood slowly, still hunched like an old lady who had bad posture in her youth. Unlocking the door, I open it to a smiling brunette who's holding a Target back in one hand while raising it like it was a trophy.

I straighten, feeling some tension of the pain rolling slightly away, but I knew better than to believe the cramp had gone away completely. Grimacing while holding a hesitant smile, I welcome him, opening the door so he can step past me.

"Hello, darling. . are you okay?" he questions, traveling his eyes up and down body, tearing down the barriers I kept up so he couldn't see my pain. I nod, staying silent as we usher quickly into the living room. "No you're not," he observes as I wince, a sharp pain jolting through my abdomen.

"Didn't think you'd notice," I say truthfully, my voice low, working through the aching cramp. He smiles slyly, pulling me against his side as we sit on the loveseat.

"I'd always notice if you were hurting," he assures quietly, kissing my temple softly as he brushes my hair out of my face. "I brought you something," he smiles again, excited to see my reaction. I raise an eyebrow in question, but he waves his hand dismissively.

He hands me the Target bag and I open it slowly, scared to see what's inside. But as I do and the groceries are shown, I smile brightly, quickly grabbing each item and placing it on the couch.

"Thank you, babe," I place a small, short kiss on his lips before reaching for the dark chocolate that's hidden in a package. Inside the Target bag lied many essentials for periods— tampons, chocolate, cookies, and sugary candies. Though, in the middle of opening the bag of my favorite chocolate, I realized I never told him it was my time of the month.

He sees my reaction and chuckles lightly, scooting towards me more. "I remembered from last time. . . or I may have written it on my calendar." His cheeks turn crimson, biting his lip shyly.

I beam a grin, latching my arms around him and squeezing slightly as a silent thanks. He groans, softening my grip a little, but placing his arms around me too, gripping firmly as a silent 'you're welcome'.

"This is why I am in love with you," I cheekily grumble, stuffing my face with chocolate, and trying to ignore the sharp ache.

"Oh, this is why? You only love me because I buy you treats, huh? Wow," he shakes his head in faux anger, getting up to leave. I roll my eyes despite my growing smile and pull him back down into the comfort seat.

"Yup," I say. "You have really good taste in candy," I raise the chocolate candy as evidence before plopping it onto my awaiting tastebuds.

His rumbling laughter makes my heart melt, nearly erasing my pain at the comforting sound. "I also really love your laugh," I quietly think out loud, watching his reaction through the corner of my eyes. He smiles meekly, cheeks growing more red at the confession. "And your cute rosy cheeks," I poke one and giggle as he pretends to bite it.

"Is that so?" he asks, smirking darkly.

"Yes, Daniel, that is so," I mock provokingly. My beautiful blue-eyed boyfriend playfully slaps my thighs as he reaches for the remote. "We should watch Fifty Shades of Grey," I smirk.

He pinches my ass. "What?" I tease, "Did you not like the movie and box of c-c-condoms I gave you?"

He pauses, then turns towards me. "You're going to regret that," he points at me, a dark, sinister look raging in his clear eyes. He decides to give up on the tv, and instead, jump on top of me and tickle my sides and armpits as I squirm and squeal.

"Stop," I laugh, trying to turn left and right to dodge his awaiting hands; instead of listening to me like an amble boyfriend, he keeps going, smirking as I squeal and laugh at his attack. "D-daniel," I grimace slightly when another ringing pain ruins our fun. He stops immediately, seeing my reaction.

"Are you okay?" he asks, checking to make sure I'm not hurt. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to hurt you." I shake my head, dismissing his cute words of assurance.

"It's not that, Daniel. It's period cramps," I smile slightly, raising my head to kiss his cheek lightly. "It's not your fault. I promise."

He bites his lip, fighting his mind against believing me or not. Finally, he gives in, holding his pinky out. "Pinky promise?"

I wink, pulling him down onto my body, ignoring the candy that we may or may not have smashed. "I pinky promise. . . Now turn on the movie, it's movie night!" I cheer excitingly. Although my mood earlier was deteriorating, it was now being uplifted by Daniel's essence, and just overall, the fact that he's here.

"Yes, Ma'am," he salutes, turning the TV back on. "Uh. . Do you actually want to watch Fifty Shades of Grey?"

I giggle. "Do you?" I tilt my head, questioning him.

"I don't care what we watch," he says honestly, "as long as you're here, watching it with me."

I sit stand up quickly, grabbing the movie, and putting into the DVD player. "Only if you'll be my teddy bear."

"Baby, I'll always be your teddy bear."

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ew, was the end cringe? i can't tell.

anyways, this is a shorter one. i'm trying to work on a pt. two for the hot teacher, but i need ideas, so it might take longer than expected.