Bride and groom -Willne

words: 1.4k+

warnings: just fluff fluff and more fluff.

summary: in the weeks leading up to your wedding will seemed fine, then just moments before the ceremony starts he freaks out and runs straight to you.

notes: i got this request and did the first two so here’s the others!🫶🏼 i’m obsessed with the idea of being will’s wife so this was a fun one to indulge in🤭💍🤍

"So... red or white roses?" You asked your soon to be husband Will, the both of you sat at your dining room table. "Uh- I dunno, white?" He leaned his elbows on the table. "I agree, next!"

You were in the process of preparing for your wedding, sorting out all the little details together. Will wasn't that bothered and he trusted you to pick the best options but he sat there anyways, since you'd asked him to.

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’

•one time (as a joke) you told him to “down boy!” when he was getting too riled up at the foot and he actually did it. like without thinking. that started something…

•it started with you praising him when he made dinner — saying it was the best risotto you’d ever tasted in your life, and hes such an amazing cook.

he was positively over the moon, and it was hard for him to hide it. it took a lot of willpower to reserve himself to a “why thank you, i did try” and his lovely smile. if he had a tail, it would be wagging. he likes pleasing you.

from then on, he cooks more often, and looks to you for approval. you, obviously, give it.

•one evening, he was stressed about “work stuff”. you came home to find him in his bed with his laptop, biting his fingernails (a habit you know he quit, and only comes back to in times of stress).

“hey will, you alright?” you ask gently, slipping off your hoodie to get into bed with him

“yeah, just got a lot on my plate at the moment pet ” he replies, shifting to make room for you, right arm wrapped around you, left hand being nibbled on

you gently pull his left hand from his mouth and tut, looking into his eyes

he stares at you for a moment then his face softens, breaking into a small smile.

“how about you lie down, honey” you murmur, reaching your hand up to his hair, to which he bends his neck to move into your hand, like how a dog stretches its neck with scratches

he obliges, shifting down to lay his head in your lap as you sit up against his pillows.

your hands work his way through his hair, running through it and scratching his scalp.

“mmmm…” he mumbles, closing his eyes “love you.. love this… my sweet girl”

you don’t reply. instead, you plant a kiss on his forehead.

summary: you and will get to know eachother before filming | Will x fem!reader

notes: bit of a short interlude but I hope you enjoy! also who gets the title reference?? part 3 of actor will!

content: actor!will, fluff, texts, getting to know eachother

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~Fluff~

Will never told you how he felt. He never let the words escape, though they hovered on the edge of his tongue like fireflies in the dark, flickering, waiting.  

He was always there, wasn’t he? The friend who listened when your world cracked open, who knew how you took your coffee, who laughed at your jokes even when they weren’t funny. He memorised the way your nose scrunched when you were deep in thought, the way your voice softened when you spoke about the things you loved. And every time you turned to him, smiling, oblivious, his heart tightened in his chest.  

But he couldn’t say it.  

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he lost you? So, instead, he loved you in silence. He loved you in stolen glances when you weren’t looking, in the warmth of his jacket draped over your shoulders when you were cold. In the texts that started with ‘Just checking in’ but really meant ‘I miss you.’

One evening, as you sat beside him, laughing at something trivial, his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long. You caught him.  

“What?” you asked, amusement in your voice.  

His heart pounded. Say it, Will. Say it.

But he only smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just… I’m glad you’re here.”  

Maybe one day, he’d be brave enough to tell you the truth.  

But not today.  

The moment passed, like all the others. You didn’t press him for more, just smiled and nudged his shoulder playfully before turning back to your drink. Will exhaled slowly, forcing his heart to settle.  

He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Every day, the words grew heavier in his chest, pressing against his ribs like something alive, something restless.  

And then, one night, everything almost changed.  

You were sitting on the grass, staring up at the sky, your breath curling in the crisp air. “I love nights like this,” you murmured. “It makes everything feel… simple.”  

Will swallowed hard. Simple. If only it were.  

He watched you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching in your hair. It would be so easy. Just three words. He could say them now, let them fall into the quiet between you. Maybe you’d smile, maybe you’d reach for his hand. Or maybe—maybe you’d look at him with that gentle kindness that would shatter him, that silent apology that meant ‘I don’t feel the same.’

He couldn’t risk it.  

So instead, he leaned back on his hands and said, “Yeah. Simple.”  

But then you turned to him, eyes searching his. “Will?”  

His breath caught. “Yeah?”  

You hesitated, just for a moment. Then you shook your head with a small smile. “Nothing,” you said, echoing his own words from before.  

And he wondered—just for a moment—if maybe you had something unspoken in your heart too.  

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things neither of you dared to say. Will’s fingers curled into the grass, grounding himself. He wanted to ask, ‘What were you going to say?’ but he didn’t. He was too afraid of the answer—afraid that it would either be everything he wanted to hear or nothing at all.  

So, he let it go.  

The days passed, then weeks. And still, Will kept his secret locked away. He told himself it was enough just to be near you, to exist in your orbit, even if you never knew how he felt.  

But then came the night that changed everything.  

You were pacing in his apartment, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, frustration written all over your face. “I don’t get it,” you said. “Why is love so complicated?”  

Will froze. His grip tightened around the mug in his hands. “What happened?”  

You sighed, collapsing onto his couch. “I went on a date.”  

His stomach twisted. He forced himself to breathe. “Oh?”  

“It was fine,” you said, but there was no excitement in your voice. “He was nice, I guess. But the whole time, I kept thinking… I don’t know. That it didn’t feel right.”  

Will’s heart was pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. He wanted to ask—‘Did you wish you were with someone else?’ But he was terrified of the answer.  

You looked at him then, your gaze softer now. “Have you ever been in love, Will?”  

His mouth went dry. He wanted to laugh, wanted to say, ‘Yes, every damn day, and it’s killing me.’ But instead, he swallowed hard and said, “Yeah.”  

Your head tilted. “Really? With who?”  

For a second, everything inside him screamed to tell the truth. ‘With you. It’s always been you.’

But then you smiled, teasing. “Wait, do I know them?”  

And just like that, the moment slipped through his fingers. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah,” he lied. “Just someone from a long time ago.”  

You sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “Lucky them.”  

Will looked at you then, at the way you chewed on your bottom lip, lost in thought. And for the first time, he let himself wonder—really wonder—if maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as oblivious as he thought.

Will told himself he’d never say it. That he’d take this secret to his grave if he had to. But as he sat there, watching you sigh and stare at the ceiling, something inside him snapped.  

Maybe it was the way you looked at him tonight, like you were searching for something. Maybe it was the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Or maybe it was just the simple, undeniable truth—he couldn’t keep pretending.  

His fingers twitched against his knee. His throat felt tight.  

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter than he intended. “You do know them.”  

You frowned, turning to look at him. “What?”  

His chest ached. His pulse roared in his ears. But there was no stopping now. If he didn’t say it tonight, he never would.  

“I lied,” he admitted, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “It’s not someone from a long time ago. It’s not some stranger you don’t know.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “It’s you.”  

Silence.  

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. The air between you was thick, electric. Will’s hands curled into fists, bracing himself for whatever was coming next—for rejection, for awkwardness, for the possibility that he had just ruined everything.  

But then—  

“You idiot,” you whispered.  

His stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to say ‘Forget I said anything’, to backtrack, to turn this into some joke, but then—  

You smiled.  

And before he could process it, you were reaching for him, your fingers tangling with his. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you murmured. “For so long.”  

Will could barely breathe. “You have?”  

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Of course I have.”  

And then, before he could think, before he could talk himself out of it—you kissed him.  

And suddenly, every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of hesitation melted away. Because you knew now. You had always known. And he didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Will felt like the world had stopped spinning. Your lips were warm, soft, everything he’d dreamed about but never dared to imagine. For a moment, he didn’t move, too stunned to believe this was real. But then you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and he swore he felt his heart crack open.  

His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he touched you. But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you smiled against his lips, and that was all he needed. He pulled you closer, breathing you in, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater like he was trying to memorise the feeling of you.  

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the space between you. Will’s eyes searched yours, still trying to process what had just happened.  

“So,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his hand. “That was long overdue.”  

He let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Guess I took my time, huh?”  

“You really did.” You poked his chest lightly, grinning. “I was starting to think I’d have to confess first.”  

Will exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”  

“Yeah,” you agreed, teasing, but your voice was so full of affection it made his chest ache.  

His thumb brushed against your cheek, reverent, as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, choosing him. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  

You tilted your head, considering. “Now, I think you should kiss me again.”  

Will didn’t need to be told twice.  

He leaned in, capturing your lips with a quiet, content sigh. This time, there was no hesitation, no fear. Just you, just him, just the feeling of finally getting it right. 

And as the night stretched on, with you curled against his chest, your fingers intertwined like they were always meant to be, Will realised something:  

Loving you in silence had been easy. But loving you out loud—that was the best thing he’d ever done.

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Will fic as requested! I will try and get round to making all the requests, but feel free to fire some more my way (it keeps me entertained)

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