Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

Period

Summary: You're period started through the night and you stained Tom's sheets. He wakes up before you to the damp, and helps you not to feel embarrassed and does his best to care for you.

Tom stirred in his sleep as the early morning sunlight snuck under the curtains and into his eyes. He groaned and rolled over to face your back, moving closer to snuggle into your body heat (you were his human heating pad in the cold weather). He shifted his body towards you and felt a damp patch in the sheets, opening his eyes, he leaned back and patted his hand on the sheet. He lifted his hand to find it stained red, and sighed. He climbed out of bed and into the bathroom to wash his hands, and then turned on the faucet to run a bath.

The sound of the water running in the next room woke you up. You opened your eyes confused as your boyfriend walked towards you with a gentle, caring smile.
"Good morning." He whispered.
"Morning.. why are you running a bath?" You grumbled, still half asleep.
"You got your period through the night, love."

You cheeks flushed pink and you sat up and throw the covers off you to reveal the bloody sight below you. You turned to look at Tom with apologetic eyes and began to sit up, panicking. You stood and reached out to the bed, stripping the sheet at the corner, your shorts soaked through.

He walked beside you and held your arms softly, making you let go.

"I'll deal with that, don't worry." His voice was so caring. Go in the bathroom and strip yourself off and put these on while the tub fills." He hands you his fluffiest robe and black boxer shorts, and guides you into the bathroom to change. The embarrassment was overwhelming and you quickly rid yourself of your ruined pajamas. You slipped the robe around you tightly and placed toilet roll between your legs, pulling on his boxers. You sat on the toilet lid and opened the door with your foot, watching Tom strip his bed. You stare at him as he removes the covers without worry or annoyance.

He sits all the sheets on the floor in a heap and walks in beside you, pouring in bubble bath and running some cold water to cool it down.
"Are you alright, darling?" He said, noticing the glum look on your face.
"I'm sorry I might have ruined your bed sheets." You hang your head, but he takes his hand under your chin, and bends down onto the ground at your level.
"It's not your fault, love. You can't control it, please don't feel bad. It's only sheets, I can buy more." He smiles brightly at you, trying his best to cheer you up.
You lean down and hug him, and he holds you tightly in his arms.

He stands up again, and turns the taps off.
"Baths ready, m'love." He grins at you.
"And, it's only like 6am.. so no rush, just please don't fall asleep in the tub and drown." He laughs but you can tell he's being slightly serious.

You get up and untie the robe, and he leaves to give you privacy, closing the door behind him, only leaving it slightly ajar incase you need him.

You close your eyes are relax, letting the warm water soak into your skin and relieve your muscles. Meanwhile, Tom is in his kitchen, making breakfast plans. He sets out eggs, check the bacon in in date, and has the grilling pans set out ready. He has two coffee mugs sat beside the kettle and has teabags at the side incase you'd prefer something gentler.

He walks back through into the bedroom and knocks on the bathroom door.
"Yes?" You call.
"I'm going to pop out to Tesco, I won't be long, but do you want me to lock the front door?" He asks.
"Yes please." You say.
"No problem, love."

He walks away, grabbing his wallet and re-usable bags, taking his jacket from the coat rack and slipping on a pair of trainers. He locks the door behind him, to keep you safe, and walks along the quite roads on London to his local Tesco Express. The store is empty and the lights are bright on his eyes. He walks through the aisles, picking up chocolates of all kinds, sweeties and plenty savory snacks too. He then picks up a few things for his house and makes his way to the toiletries aisle. He stands infront of the many packets of tampons and pads and opts to get a couple choices. He takes a packet of Always Regular Flow pads and a box of tampons, along with a packet of plain black underwear in your size. He pops them in his basket and goes to checkout.

When he gets his items and makes his short walk home, you sit waiting in the tub, unsure of what to do when you get out. You hadn't been prepared for your period to start today, so you didn't bring any period products. Silly mistake really. As you pondered just wrapping toilet roll, you realized you had also ruined your underwear. Thankfully, you heard the front door unlock and the rustle of Tom's shopping bag in the living room. You shouted for him and heard his footsteps coming.

"Are you alright, darling?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just not sure what to do."
"What do you mean?" He quizzed.
"Well I've.. uhm.. stained my underwear."

He goes silent and you begin to panic. He may have been cool about the sheets but maybe this was TMI.

"Tom?" You squeak nervously.
"Don't worry." He sighs. "I got you fresh underwear and pads and tampons, you can wear a pair of sisters joggies she left here and one of my old shirts."
"Thank you." You say, not really sure how else to express your appreciation right now.
"Oh! And there is towels in there, if you look on the heated rack. I left a darker one so you don't need to worry about it getting stained. I'll bring your stuff through in a moment."

You hear him work through his wardrobe and then leave to gather what he bought. You had never received such care from a man like this. Especially not on your period. Usually they shyed away or were absolutely disgusted and wanted to hear none of it. It was refreshing.

When Tom came back, he folded your clothes in a pile and slipped his arms through the gap in the door, placing them on the sink unit. Along with the box of tampons and packet of pads. You smiled at the gesture and thanked him again, pulling the plug of the tub and reaching for the warm towel.

While you got out and got dressed, Tom put the dirty sheets in the laundry, and started cooking eggs and bacon. When he heard you coming, he popped the kettle on and asked if you preferred coffee or tea.
Of course, you said tea.
He made it for you, just the way you like it and tended to the food on the hob, making sure it was cooked to perfection.

He served you eggs and bacon, and sat beside you at the kitchen island, sitting in a peaceful silence.
"Darling?" Tom breaks the silence first.
"Hmm?" You say, sipping your tea.
"Are you okay?" He says.
You look up at him, still sleep in your eyes and smile at him.
"Yes. I'm more than okay.. I've just never had a boyfriend be so chill about periods."
He laughs a little and says, "Sweetheart, I grew up with two sisters, I'm more than qualified in dealing with this." 

You laugh together and sip your teas. The sun starts to come up through Tom's kitchen window and you yawn.
"I am so tired... I can't believe it's only 7:30."
"Ehehe" He laughs. "You can go back to sleep if you want."
"I might... but I don't want to risk staining your sofa too!" Your cheeks go slightly red.
"I'll make the bed again if you need a nap, love."

All you can manage in response is another big yawn and Tom gets up, kiss your forehead and walks away. You get up and follow him and see him in the bedroom, actually making the bed.

"Baby... you don't have to- I can stay up-" You try.
"You're tired. You need more sleep. I'd have to make the bed again anyway, so it makes no difference doing it now or later really."
He throws the duvet up to shake the material into the cover. You grab a pillow and throw on the correct pillowcases to help him.

When the bed is made, he pulls back the covers for you to climb in. He tucks you in and leans down at the side of the bed, stroking your head.
"You get more rest, love." He whispers. "And when you wake up, there's plenty chocolate and other treats in the kitchen. And painkillers are in my bedside drawer if you need them."
You smile at him gratefully and rub his cheeks with your hand.
He stands up, kisses your forehead and turns off the light, closing the door gently behind him.
"I love you." You whisper into the empty room.