why don't we imagines

periods suck (d.s.)

a/n: yep, periods do suck, so if you have yours, i hope this small imagine makes you feel a little better<3

you had just settled into bed, relaxing under the weight of the comforter, when a small gap was split from the opening of his bedroom door, and daniel poked his head inside the dark bedroom, whose atmosphere was only dimly lit with the gentle light of the two wall sconces surrounding his bed.

"hi," he says in the softest tone, curving his lips into a grin at the mere sight of you after his long day.

"hi," you mirror his greeting with an even weaker voice, pulling your lips into a forced tight smile, yet you lack the energy to get up and hug him like usual.

"how was your day?" he asks, slinging his backpack off his shoulder before crossing the room to the bed, the door slowly closing behind him.

"it was good," you reply lazily, meeting his request for a kiss when he leans down to your level, placing his gentle fingers below your chin for the first, and then second quick peck on your lips since the morning.

you had stayed over at his house, leaving your things and going out clothes strewn along his wooden floors in your haste to earn a good night of sleep. and when the sun came by to introduce the morning, it introduced the emptiness of daniel's bed as he'd already gone to work, and the monthly period cramps you despised with your whole being, your whole achey, tired being.

"just good?" he chooses a spot beside your tucked up legs resting under the covers, hands rubbing soothing circles upon your own hands with his thumbs, as if he already knows it's that time of the month. you're only inches apart, his own constant treasure of a smile influencing one to tug up the corners of your lips despite your period cramps practically slashing at your insides.

in the absence of a response from your end, his other hand snakes across your waist to teasingly tickle your sides, but the action isn't as playful as he hopes. your smile drops and a wince cuts through the air.

"w-what? I'm sorry," it's endearing how fast he utters out an apology, how quick he is to stop tickling your waist and massage the presumed pain in your stomach.

"no, it's okay," you assure, the ghost of a giggle falling from your throat. "i just have my...period."

you notice the concern flushing out of his face, giving way to his typical thoughtful nature. "do you need anything? water? blankets? food?" he asks, eyes hanging onto you like there was nothing more important in the world, rousing an unsurprising flush of heat to your face. "i'm not much of a cook but i can order you something?" he reaches in his back pocket for his phone.

"i just want you." you answer, lightly guiding his hand away from his phone and closer to your tired body.

"i can do that." daniel smiles easily, kicking off his shoes before he shuffles back to lean against the headboard beside you. the blanket's folded at the edge of his bed and he's quick to unravel it to wrap it around the both of you, letting your hand fall in his and your head loll to the side onto his shoulder