ethan dolan imagines

crampy

this was inspired by an amazing author.
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also you in this imagine will have mood swings, so if you're giggling then tearing up...it's a mood swing...
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here we go!

Your POV
i feel it, the overwhelming pain on my lower stomach. it's morning. yes, it's the time of the month, which means i'm gonna have to tell ethan since he'll begin to ask me why i'm acting so cranky.

anyways, i wake up being spooned by ethan in our position on our bed, his arms holding me close to his chest, one of his hands on my stomach, where i feel my it all pounding in pain (huh that was some weird wording...). i feel it happening now, so i scutch ethan away from him, which made him pout. "baby," he pouts then rubs his forehead. i giggle but it immediately ends when a wave of pain hits my lower abdomen. i let out a painful groan, which causes ethan to spring out of bed.

"are you okay?" he asks immediately concerned. i groan again since i'm annoyed to have to talk to him, since now i feel so stressed. "no ethan i'm not," i blurt but also feel bad. ethan gets more worried i can tell. i lock the bathroom door.

"you don't sound ok," he says. he knocks on the door. i sigh and open the box, then i unwrapped it. i think he heard the noise of me reading a plastic wrap. i curse at myself.

"oh," he mutters and then i feel like i'm about to laugh. he's a little nervous to handle this time. he has a hard time trying to make me happy at the time of the month, which is kinda funny.

he mutters words to himself. "uhh...hm," was all i heard i put my hand over my mouth to control my laughter.

"do you need anything?" he asks against the door. the pain rolled in again and i feel my throat tighten. "y-yeah," i choke out since i feel small tears. "heating pads or something...i-i don't know, it hurts like hell."

i finish up and walk out of the bathroom to see he wasn't their outside the door. am i hallucinating? my head is pounding ugh my does it have to be this bad??

i sit on the bed and wrap my arms around my stomach, curling up in a ball moaning from each wave of pain. then i see ethan walk in holding up his phone.

"ok i'll be right back, babe," he says. i nod my head and bury myself in the sheets.

what felt like an eternity-since i'm really impatient at the moment-i hear the apartment door shut. i look at the door waiting for him to walk in, my breathing getting really heavy since my overall feeling was unacceptable.

ethan walked in, opening the door slowly to not make a screechy annoying sound and he faced me. "i got you some stuff, i thought these would help," he says handing me a pain-relieving pill and water, heating pads, and ice cream. i feel my mouth curves into a smile as i grabbed the personal container of ice cream that'll calm my hormones.

i see ethan with a pouty face. "sorry you feel this way, i-if there's anything i can do to help you out i'm right here."

i don't think he's knows what to do now, which is fine. he's a boy, what should i expect. the feeling of a rock that rests on my stomach seems to have gotten heavier. i hold my stomach. "uh, i'm gonna take a pill first of all."

he hands me the water and pill, kneeling beside the bed, running his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. which make me let out a sigh.

i swallow my pill and drank the rest of the water. i scutch to my right to allow ethan lay in the bed next to me. his hand went to my stomach, rubbing the pained area with his warm hand. his hand can be a heating pad.

"i have no idea how it feels but i can tell you hate it all," he says holding me close, kissing a spot behind my ear. "if men would get them, i don't know how i would act."

i giggle a little, and then felt relief when he pressed a little weight firm on my lower tummy with his hand. "do you want a heating pad?" he asks. i nod my head and watch him stand up to make one up.

he deserves so much appreciation, but he never asks for it, it seems like his only goal right now is to make sure i'm happy, which is something i should thank him for.

he comes in with a hot pad and then opens the ice cream, handing me a spoon, and he had one too. he slides under the covers and places the heated pad on me, making my body relax instantly. i feel the pain replaces with a pleasuring warm feeling.

"so i'm guessing a girl at this sad time of their month would watch a...sad movie," ethan asked not wanting to make me offended from that since i'm a little sensitive right now. i smile instead "yeah."

he turns on the tv in our room and puts in a movie, we cuddle up together and i couldn't stop saying "thank you" to ethan for making today actually a good day even though there were reasons to make it not.

i'm not that proud of this one, but ehhhh it'll have to do...working on other imagines at the moment yay:)