Luke Hemmings imagines

Your on your period

3:14am on the 18th. Right on time. You climbed out of bed quietly, so as not to wake Luke and made your way to the bathroom. You started your period. Great. Ugh, another pair of underwear ruined. You started up the shower to make yourself feel a bit cleaner, and when you got out you took care of everything necessary and crawled back into bed. Luke shifted and you began stroking his hair.
"Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep." You whispered, kissing his forehead. He quickly obliged and turned over, one arm over his head and the other sticking out over the bed. You cuddled up to his chest and fell asleep soon enough as well, only to jerk awake at around 9:00am by a sharp pain in your abdomen.
When you were on your period, you got cramps like no other. They lasted for 3 days straight, and no medication worked. Just hot tea and a heating pad. You curled up in the fetal position, groaning softly. When that didn't work, you moved so that your butt was stick straight up in the air, your arms laying on either side of you.
"What on Earth are you doing?" Luke chuckled. You hadn't realized that he had propped himself up on one elbow and was watching you. You fell over and lifted one knee up to your shoulder, and let the other leg lay at your side.
"Cramps." You whimpered. He stood up knowingly and went to the dresser. He pulled out what the two of you had dubbed "period sweats", which were really just an old, ratty, drawstring pair of Luke's sweatpants. You pulled them on over your granny panties thankfully, and watched him run to the kitchen.
A few moments later, he walked in on you in a position where your face was directly in the pillow and your legs were bent to where you looked like a frog. You turned around when you heard him bust out laughing.
"Luke!" You scolded, rolling over.
"I'm sorry, it's just," he doubled over, nearly spilling the tea he had in his hands, "you look ridiculous." You groaned and fell back, watching him as he walked over.
"You know," you started as you took the tea from him, "cramps are caused by the uterus suffocating itself. It's literally shedding the endometrium from my uter-" he placed a gentle hand over your mouth, causing you to stop talking.
"Kitten, you tell me this every time I laugh at your absurd cramping positions." He said. You grumbled something inaudible about how he "never listens", and drank your tea. The two of you sat in silence and the cramping became worse. You put your cup on the nightstand and moved so that you were Luke's little spoon.
"Can you do the thing?" You muttered, reaching for one of his hands.
"That bad?" he asked. You nodded. Whenever your cramps got really bad, Luke would place his hands right under your waistband and start massaging your lower abdomen. It helped immensely because not only did the pressure relieve the pain, but he was always naturally very warm. So it provided heat as well. You sighed at the relief when he began to do so, and cuddled back further into his chest.
"Thank you, Lukey." You whispered, feeling yourself become tired again.
"No problem, love. That's what I'm here for." He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as you drifted off to sleep.