afab!reader who gets their period and is curled up in a goddamn ball, in absolute fucking agony. their boyfriends really try to comfort them and soothe their aches.
— can be read as individual imagines or poly!tf141
probably the most competent of them all. because johnny has sisters, he’s a bit more aware of what you need. heating pad, blankets, a full water bottle, and hugs (if you ask for it). he’s got this period shit down to a science.
johnny is normally a menace but he’s so soft when you are in absolute pain.
kisses on the cheek, rushing to go fix your heating pad, the works. apart from the cramps and the need to be warm, johnny makes every cycle feel like a breeze.
you’re so goddamn thankful for this man.
“bonnie love, ye need anything?” johnny asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. you groan in his arms, nestling yourself in his chest and shaking your head. he smiles. “aye bonnie, i’m here if ya need anything, yeah? anything ya want, i’ll get it fer ya, lass.”
dare i say it, the most daft when it comes to periods.
not that he’s never had contact with women but he had always been alone. simon hadn’t really been a partner person, it had always been convenient hookups and disappearing in the mornings.
not until you came along anyways.
simon absolutely tried his best to help you. he’s 100% the type of man that would quietly joke about beating up the cramps for you. he’s a tad bit awkward when it comes to this but it makes you giggle nonetheless.
“lovie, you okay?” he murmurs, wrapping you up in a blanket. simon had pulled up a wikihow on how to take care of your partner on their period. he had given you all the stuffed animals, any snacks you asked for from the kitchen, and your favorite show being played. he is doing his absolute best right now. simon presses kisses to your cheeks, rubs your stomach, and is so goddamn soft with you.
kyle was.. actually, surprisingly more lost than simon but somehow, is pretty decent at helping you. definitely someone who over prepared though. the wikihow wasn’t helpful enough but dammit, did he try. he’s the type to ask you ‘darling, what size pad do you need?’ at the grocery store as he buys a variety of snacks from sweet to savory. he’s the type to diy some of the period remedies like trying to microwave your pillow pet. when kyle arrives, you can’t help but laugh with all the shit he’s carrying. immediate regret when you feel a cramp kick in, causing you to curl into the little nest you’ve made yourself.
“just wanted to be prepared, hun.” kyle whispers, placing the snacks on the bed as you reach for him, kissing his cheek. suddenly, he felt himself get dragged into the bed under your blankets.
well, all you really wanted right now was him. kyle could get behind that.
if there’s a contender for johnny, it has got to be price. captain price was a bit used to it, solely because he’s just had more experience with dating and shit. price doesn’t have it all down like it’s science but he’s damn good at knowing what you need.
price runs you a warm bath to help you with the cramps, sometimes joining you if you ask. nothing freaky for price, he just loves your company. price knows what snacks you love, has a little basket in your shared room for occasions like this. he’s stocked up on tampons and pads, he just.. knows.
he has the heater turned up to a comfortable level and your favorite quilted blanket. with the noise of the tv and the warmth of price next to you in bed, it was practically heaven.
price reads as you snuggle up to his side, you mumble a ‘thank you’ to him as he looks down. a chuckle escapes his lips as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“anything for you, doll.” price whispers, his beard tickling your cheek as he peppers kisses all over your face. “absolutely anything for you.”
a/n: woke up in absolute fucking pain, fall is here and i’m cold and miserable.
