A period drama - WillNE x reader
Today was not going to plan. You had agreed somewhat reluctantly 3 days ago to go with your boyfriend Will to a F1 style speed show, and were kind of regretting it now. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, you’d run out of shampoo and then you’d smeared your mascara when a text from Will made your phone buzz loudly and you jumped. Cue the mini breakdown. Add in the fact that you were on day 2 of your period and a tampon wasn’t cutting it, so it was a pad day? Today was not good. 2 painkillers had been taken already with little to no effect, and your handbag had 2 more pads and a handful of tampons as back up if your flow was as heavy as you were expecting. Luckily you had a text from your boyfriend Will to read.
Will 🫶: heya love, on my way to pick you up x see you in 10
You 💕: okay baby x see you soon
The drive to the track was filled with Will rambling about cars and speed and engines and F1 stuff. You weren’t exactly sure what he was on about, you just kept nodding along and saying Mmm and Really at all the appropriate times. You were more focussed on his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles with his thumb, and the cramps wrecking through your uterus. Just a few hours, is all you could think, just a few hours until you could go home and put one of Wills hoodies on and nap. Of course you were happy to be there and accompany Will at one of his big hobbies, but you would’ve chosen a day at home with him curled up on the sofa watching a movie rather than stood at a racetrack. Still, time spent with him today was going to be worth it, no matter how poorly you felt.
You arrived at the track and were given a tour - as part of Wills work with Quadrant, he got some pretty sweet perks including VIP access to an event like this. The tour guide lead you both through the VIP lounge and bar before heading out to the tracks and pits area. Will was in his element, asking a million questions and talking excitedly, his Geordie accent coming out even more than usual in his excitement. You just smiled along at whatever he was saying, making an occasional quip or joke before going back to admiring your handsome boyfriend. He was wearing his signature white shirt with the rolled up so his forearms were on display, a pair of dark jeans and nice boots. You were looking cute in a pair of midwash mom jeans and one of Will’s Quadrant hoodies that was now yours. Comfy but cute - the essential look for today. You couldn’t help yourself from occasionally admiring your much smaller hand in his as you walked the tour, and how good his forearms looked. Every now and then he’d catch you running your fingers up and down his arm as the tour guide rambled, a distracted look on your face before you’d notice him looking at you with a small smirk, and you’d blush before dropping your hand from his arm to hold his hand again.
After meeting some of the racers, catching up with some of the guys from Quandrant and Will grabbing a beer from the bar, it was almost race time. You ducked quickly into the bathroom to do a pad check, and returned to Will just in time to see the lights change for the race starting.
The traffic light went from red, to amber and then to green, and the cars were off. Will was cheering along and shouting with the other members of the crowd, and you were laughing along with him. The atmosphere was electric and even if you didn’t really follow the sport, you could appreciate why Will was such a huge fan.
3 laps in and Will’s beer was empty. You offered to head to the bar to get him a fresh one, knowing he wouldn’t want to miss a minute, and he readily agreed, giving you a kiss on your temple as you walked off. Beer acquired, you walked back to him and handed it over. He leant down to give you a quick kiss in thanks and put his hand on your bum to give it a pat as he faces back to the track.
His hand paused on your bum and you froze. Shit, you were wearing a heavy duty pad and clearly he could feel it beneath your jeans. You’d been dating Will less than a year and were pretty good at keeping your period on the down low when you were with him. Not that you were ashamed of it, but you’d been managing your period since you were a teen and knowing he didn’t do well with blood, you just tried to keep it on a need-to-know basis. It just wasn’t really discussed, and with his busy filming schedule you’d so far avoided having a sleepover with him while on your period.
His eyes remained on the cars zooming around the track as his hand on your bum unfroze and gave a gentle squeeze - almost like he was testing his theory. You felt the plastic material of the pad attached to your underwear crumple a bit, and gave a light wince. His eyes darted over to catch your wince, and a light blush begin to appear on your cheeks.
Will moved his hand from your bum and gave you another gentle kiss on the temple, before pulling you slightly in front of him so your bum was resting against one of his thighs and he could stand behind you and look over your shoulder and head to see the track. The hand that was on your bum snaked around your waist and snuck under your jumper and jeans waistband to come to a rest over your lower abdomen. His hand was nice and warm, and his rings a cold contrast on your skin. His thumb started rubbing circles into your tummy, the heat and movement almost immediately helping soothe the dull ache of cramps that had been there all day.
You looked over your shoulder up to him with a small smile on your face, and he looked away from the race for a second to catch your eyes and smiled gently back. He leant down to give you a quick kiss before returning his attention to the race and continuing cheering along loudly, one hand still on your lower tummy and the other waving his beer around excitedly.
These were the moment that you truly loved with Will. Where his loud outgoing personality would pause, just for a second, and he would do something that truly shows you how much he cared for you without saying a word.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. The race finished just as the sun began to set and Will was in high spirits as his driver of choice had won. You were in good spirits too - a nice day out in the sun with your gorgeous boyfriend was exactly what you’d needed, and your cramps had definitely subsided a lot. A takeaway pizza on the sofa at home was the final cherry on top of the day that you both craved. Sure, you were a little apprehensive about him staying over while you were on your period, especially on day 2, but he assured you it didn’t bother him at all and he just wanted to spend time with you.
You spent the night curled up next to him on the sofa, sharing pizza and soft kisses as some superhero movie played in the background that neither of you were really paying attention to. Later you both drifted to the bedroom and fell asleep easily, legs tangled together and one of his hands always touching your body. Even in his sleep he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
A week or two went by and this time you were round at Wills flat. He’d finished filming for the day, and was just messaging James about where the three of you were meeting for dinner. Will was sat on the sofa, distracted by his phone, and you ducked out to use the bathroom quickly before you left for dinner. After you’d done your business and washed your hands, you couldn’t help but notice the small wicker basket he’d only recently placed on the windowsill above the toilet.
You looked inside the basket, and a smile threatened to break loose. Inside was a box of tampons, some pads and liners, plus some small bags to dispose of any rubbish into. Even better? They were the specific brands you used. Clearly he’d rifled through your supply when he was last around at your flat to see your preferred brands, and bought his own stock.He was such a thoughtful guy, and you were so lucky to have him as your boyfriend.
Walking out to the living room, Will is still playing on his phone but puts it down when he sees you walk into the room. You walk over and sit on his lap, giving him a kiss before tucking your head under his chin and saying ‘I love you baby’
With a slightly bemused look, he wraps his arms around your waist and replies ‘ thanks pet, love you too’
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