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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | your period cramps are especially bad one night, and, after letting him in on a secret, eddie offers himself up to help you feel better. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, , period sex, oral and fingering f!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex) mentions of blood, praise kink, master kink, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’m riding the crimson wave and need a sweet eddie to help get rid of my cramps so i wrote this and am living vicariously through it lol

“What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie asked, smoothing his hand down your arm. “You seem really down today.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you assured him. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked. “Because you’re not trying to sneak into my lap or anything.”

It was true. You had been sitting on Eddie’s bed with him for almost an hour now, absorbed in your book and almost fully ignoring Eddie. Your reason was simple, though; your curled-up position against his pillows eased the painful cramps in your middle. If you tried to move, the cramps and aches got worse, and curled up was the best position for you.

Eddie had been sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to figure out a Metallica riff by ear. He had been making good progress, too, until he had stopped and turned to you.

“I’m sure,” you told him. “I’m just reading, that’s all.”

“Really?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Because you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes. Doesn’t seem like reading to me, princess.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m just… Crampy, you know?”

“Aw,” Eddie pouted, and he grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers. “Does your tummy hurt?”

“Eddie,” you sighed. “I’m not a child, my tummy doesn’t hurt. I’ve just got period cramps, okay? And sitting like this makes them hurt less.”

Eddie strung off his guitar and set it on its holder in the wall, and he moved carefully to you. He put his arm around you and tugged you close into his body, and you buried your face in his warm chest, breathing in his scent of stale cigarettes and cologne and his natural musk. Eddie was always a comfort to you, especially in moments like these, and you kissed his chest through his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie uttered softly, and he smoothed his hand down your head. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” you said, then, a moment later, upon second thought, added, “Have you got any Tylenol?”

“I think so,” Eddie said, and he started to get up, but you tugged him back, whining softly. “Baby, I can’t get it for you if you don’t let go.”

“But I want you,” you mumbled, and Eddie pouted at you.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, and he kissed your forehead. “Fine. I’ll stay. But seriously, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

You knew of one thing he could do, but you were unsure of if he would want to. You had heard that, apparently, having an orgasm would help ease period cramps and, while you didn’t feel apprehensive about asking, you figured Eddie would want nothing to do with that. Your anxiety spiked in your chest, and you swallowed thickly. “I-I heard this rumor,” you began softly. “That period sex… Y’know?”

Eddie laughed lightly. “No, baby, I don’t know,” he said. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? All you’ve gotta do is ask.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I mean… It’ll get messy.”

“I’ve got towels,” Eddie said simply.

“We’ll get messy.”

“I’ve got a shower too,” Eddie told you. “If it helps you feel better, I’m willing to try anything.”

“But the blood—”

Eddie surged forward, and he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss felt hot on your mouth, heavy and hot and arousing, and his hand touched your cheek lightly as his tongue pressed past your lips and into your mouth. Your body reacted to him before your mind could think of it, and your legs turned to nudge Eddie’s with your knee.

“Fuck the blood,” Eddie whispered. “I’m not afraid to get a little bloody. Anyway… That’s pretty metal.”

“You…” you began, and trailed off as Eddie kissed you again. His hands fell to your waist, and he tugged you fully underneath him as your hands tangled in his hair. You would always fall to Eddie’s charms. You moaned as his tongue dominated your mouth again, his hands flitting all around your body to touch every part of you. Finally, his hands found home on your hips again, and his fingers dug into the waistband of your shorts as he broke the kiss.

“What d’ya say, baby?” Eddie asked. “Gonna let me fuck you right now?”

“Please,” you whined, and Eddie’s skilled hands tugged down your shorts. He captured your panties at the same time, and you cringed as your pad crinkled with the movement.

“Oh, baby, please don’t be embarrassed,” Eddie pleaded quickly, seeing your discomfort in your eyes. “Look, we don’t have to if you think you’re gonna be uncomfortable. I’d love to, but if you don’t want to—”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “I-I want to, it’s just… I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Just keep going.”

“Okay,” Eddie said gently, his eyes still wide and watching your every move. “Seriously. Tell me if you’re over this and we’ll stop.”

“Eddie, please,” you whined. Your pussy was throbbing just by being exposed to him, and you added, “I want it. I do. You should get a towel, though.”

“Right,” Eddie nodded, then he seemed to snap out of whatever trance the sight of your pussy had him in. “Right! Towels…” He got up from the bed, tugging his jeans higher on his hips, and he mumbled to himself as he went to the bathroom and retrieved a few towels. You took the time to strip off your shirt and bra, and you rubbed your thighs together for any hint of friction as Eddie half-jogged back into the bedroom and shut the door with his foot.

You could see his erection pressing against his zipper as he mumbled, “Lift up your hips, baby,”, and you grinned as he carefully spread out one of his towels on the bed below you, settling down a second one for good measure. His eyes were bright as he watched you squirm to get comfortable, and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. This one was quicker, just a hard peck, before he pulled back and tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in the corner.

He was back on you in a second, jerking his thigh between your legs, and his mouth met yours in a messy kiss, open mouths and wandering tongues. You loved making out with Eddie, especially the nights where no clothes would come off and you were left pathetically grinding against his thigh to cum. You did just that, rubbing your pussy on his leg as you moaned into his mouth, and your brain caught up with your body quickly. “Shit, Ed, I don’t wanna get blood on your jeans,” you started, but Eddie laughed.

“I can wash them, baby,” he said. “Seriously, don’t worry about staining anything or getting anything dirty or whatever. I can wash everything. All I want you worrying about is when I’m gonna put my dick in that pretty pussy of yours. Alright?”

You nodded, and Eddie kissed you again. His kiss was heavy and demanding, and his fingers reached down and lightly touched your pussy lips, and you squealed as your hips jerked up to get more of his touch.

“How rough do you want me to be, baby?” Eddie asked. “You want that sweet, mushy shit or you want me to be mean?”

“I dunno…” you started.

“What’ll help you get off harder?” Eddie added.

Your tummy flipped at his words, spoken so casually but so beautifully, and you mumbled, “Not really rough, but, like… Enough.”

“Enough,” Eddie repeated, and his hand snaked up to your throat, lightly pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Is this enough for you, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, already feeling the effects of the limited blood supply. “S’perfect….”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re already going brainless,” Eddie chuckled, and he pressed his thigh up into your cunt, letting the rough fabric of his jeans touch your clit. “You’re so cute. Rub down onto me, baby, let’s get you a little wet.”

You nodded in obedience, something you knew Eddie liked, and you rolled your hips down onto his thigh as his leg came up to meet you. He leaned forward and started to kiss your neck, sucking your sensitive skin between his teeth and marking you to all hell, but it only made the throbbing between your legs grow more intense. Finally, a well-timed rock of your hips aligned with Eddie’s hard thigh, and you moaned as your clit rubbed against his jeans.

“Good girl,” Eddie whispered, his breath hot against the wet patches on your neck that he had made. “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

“Whatever you want,” you told him, and he kissed your neck once more, just above where his fingers sat. “However you want me…”

“No,” Eddie said firmly, and he removed his hand and titled your head to look at him, his fingers capturing your chin. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell your master exactly how I can please you.”

Eddie knew what he was doing. He knew that you loved when he called himself that. He knew you loved to call him that. He knew that, the moment you called him Master, it was all over for you, and keeping any semblance of a cool head would be impossible.

“M-Mouth,” you stammered breathlessly, and your heart thumped when you remembered exactly what that meant for him. “Oh, but you don’t have to—”

“Hush, baby,” Eddie told you, and he sweetly kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to.”

With that, he slunk down your body, taking care to kiss over your hips and belly, and Eddie was quick to part your thighs and coo softly at the sight of you. “Already shaking,” he said softly, and he kissed your thighs, easing slowly closer and closer to your pussy. “God, I know you’re gonna taste so good.”

“Like blood, maybe,” you stuttered out, forcing a half-laugh, and Eddie cast his eyes up to you.

“But that’s you,” he insisted. “No matter what part of you it is, it’s you, and I’m gonna love it. You hear me?”

You nodded, your brain a little fuzzy with the praise, and Eddie pushed his hair behind his shoulder before he dived in. His tongue made a long, heavy lick up your pussy, tasting you from bottom to top, and you groaned at the softness of his movements. He was so kind and gentle with it, and he hooked his lips around your throbbing clit and gave it a firm suck as his big brown eyes locked on yours.

You couldn’t help the high-pitched moan that left your throat, and your head fell back on Eddie’s pillows as he fell off of your clit. You could feel your heartbeat in the walls of your cunt as Eddie started a rhythm, licking and kissing and sucking at you. His eyes closed, his eyelashes pressing nicely against his upper cheeks, and he moaned into your cunt. “I was right, baby,” he whispered and, when he came up for air, your own breath caught in your throat at the glossy red-brown hue on his lips. “You taste so good.”

“Jesus,” you panted, and you pressed your hand to your chest as your head tipped back with a laugh.”I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” Eddie asked. “And those cramps aren’t as bad, huh?”

“I guess you’re right,” you mumbled, and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “Can you add your fingers?”

“Sure,” Eddie said, and he put his lips back on your clit as one of his fingers prodded at your hole. His finger added to the experience, giving your cunt something to clench down on instead of uselessly throbbing, and your moan caught in your throat as Eddie fucked his finger into you and sucked hard at you at the same time. His tongue danced around your clit as he fucked you hard on his finger, and every inch of him inside you wasn’t enough.

“More,” you mewled, writhing under his grip, and Eddie’s free hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip as his second finger joined his first without hesitation. His rings were cool against your warm skin, and your legs opened wider for him. “Fuck, Eddie, more.”

“No, no, baby,” Eddie said, stilling his fingers inside you. “What do you call me?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “M-Master,” you managed to stutter out, and Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Please, I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” Eddie said gently, landing a sloppy kiss on your clit. “You’re so good for me, saying please and everything.”

He withdrew his fingers, stained the same color as his lips from your blood, your slick collecting wetly on his fingertips, and Eddie wiped his hand on the towel below him before he went to his belt. “You’re a little sweetheart, you know that?” Eddie asked, and you covered your face with your hands as you squealed.

“Eddie!” you whined. “Stop!”

“No, no, listen to me,” Eddie told you. “You’re so cute, and you’re funny, and you’re kind, you’re the whole package, baby. And I get you all to myself. I’m a lucky motherfucker.”

“Whatever you say,” you mumbled, your cheeks growing warm. “Can you just fuck me already?”

“No problem, babe,” Eddie said easily. He leaned forward, and his warm hands grabbed at your body as he kissed you. You almost didn’t mind the tang of your own blood on his tongue as he kissed you, mouths open and panting and spit gathering on your lips. His kiss was heavy and needy, almost as needy as you were, and you moaned gently into his waiting mouth.

Eddie was quick to push down his pants and boxers, and you gasped at the dark stain on his already-dark jeans, seeping through thinly onto the fabric of his blue boxers. Although, unlike before, where you were worried about making a mess, the mess only made your belly flip and your cunt throb.

He was hard already as he undressed, not having taken too long to become aroused, and your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock as it slapped up against his belly. Once he was fully naked, he slotted himself between your legs again, and he slid his cock up your wet pussy, groaning softly at the feeling. “So wet,” Eddie mumbled. “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master,” you replied, and Eddie grinned like the devil as he carefully pushed his cock into you. Even just the head of him was enough to make your head tip back and a moan to leave your mouth, and Eddie leaned forward and kissed your open mouth as he pushed in deeper.

“I love to hear that,” Eddie mumbled, and he hissed as he sank fully into you, his balls hitting your ass as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. “Tight pussy, fuck… You’re so good for me.”

His hands anchored themselves on your hips, and he drew himself out of you almost fully, letting his cock drag against your wet walls, and you whimpered when just the leaking head of his cock remained inside you. Quickly, he snapped his hips forward, and the sound of his flesh hitting yours drove you wild. Eddie picked up a quick pace, fucking you just how you asked, rough but not too rough. The bed creaked with every fuck into you he gave, and he huffed through gritted teeth. “This wet cunt,” he mumbled. “All soaking wet, just for me, yeah? Soaked little pussy…”

“Yes!” you cried, and you grabbed at his hard shoulders to anchor yourself to him. If you weren’t touching him, you were afraid that you might have floated away. Whoever had said that sex helped period cramps was right; you couldn’t even feel them anymore. All you could feel was Eddie, the hot drag of his cock inside you, the throbbing of his cock in time with your cunt. “Eddie! Eddie, fuck!”

“Feel that good?” Eddie laughed with another huff. “Yes, baby, scream my name.”

“Eddie!” you whined, digging your fingernails into his shoulders. You were so sensitive, more so than usual, and Eddie seemed to revel in that fact. He fucked you hard, the wet sounds of your skin hitting making your brain turn to mush, and one of Eddie’s hands fell off of your waist and came up to lightly touch your clit.

The slight brush of his finger made your hips jerk, and you mumbled out, “Eddie, fuck… Feels so good…”

“God, you’re so good,” Eddie told you as his thumb played lightly with your throbbing clit. You could feel your heartbeat in every inch of your body, and you squirmed as your body struggled to take everything Eddie was giving you. “Your fuckin’ pussy is good, and you’re so good, my sweet little thing, my girl… Fuck, what is going on?”

“What?” you asked.

“I’m about to cum already,” Eddie laughed breathlessly. His neck and chest were red with the exertion, and you smiled at his confession. “You make me cum so quick, fuck.”

“Please, Eddie,” you pleaded, your hips bucking in time with his, and you groaned as he speared you deep, deep enough to feel in your chest. “Please cum, Eddie, please, I wanna feel you when you cum…”

“God!” Eddie moaned, his lip tugging tight between his teeth. His moan was deep in his chest, drawn out and beautifully raspy, and, when he opened his eyes, the chocolate brown ol his eyes was gorgeous and blown-out, all fucked out. “You’re so fuckin’... Hot, Jesus. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, Master,” you told him, and he groaned again before he buried his face in your neck. “Oh, my Master, are you gonna give me your cum?”

“Fuck, yes,” Eddie whispered into your neck, and his scratchy voice made your cunt throb around him, and he groaned again as your cunt squeezed his dick tight. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you, baby. Fuck…” One more fuck into you, and you felt a shudder pass through Eddie’s body as he came hard, pushing himself fully into you and pumping you full of it.

His thumb remained in your clit as he came, urging you to your finish with him, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt the hot coil in your stomach release. “Eddie!” you managed to cry, and you gripped him by the back of his neck as you came. Your head felt fuzzy as you gushed around Eddie’s cock, throbbing and milking him for every bit of his cum, and you groaned softly when he slowly began to fuck in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm.

Your ears still felt full of cotton as Eddie spoke to you, and you listened through the fluff as he kissed your neck and praised you. “My good girl,” he whispered, remarking you in the places he had made them before. “My perfect girl… And look, baby. Towel did its job. How do you feel?”

You swallowed thickly, and you pulled Eddie, his warm, sticky-sweaty skin molding to yours. Your lips found his, and you moaned softly as his gentleness. He always knew how to make you feel good. “Better,” you told him. “They were right; sex makes cramps go away.”

“Who told you that, anyway?” Eddie laughed, still kissing your neck.

A warm flush overtook your face as you thought about the admission you were about to give, and you giggled and covered your face.

“Oh, now I have to know,” Eddie laughed, and his hands went to your wrists, tugging your hands away from your face. When you looked back at him, you couldn’t help but smile at the sweat that had collected on his upper lip and dripped off of his bangs. “C’mon, baby, who told you this wonderful bit of news?”

“I-I read it,” you told him finally. “In Cosmo.”

“Really?” Eddie laughed. “You read Cosmo?”

“It’s not a habit!” you exclaimed, and Eddie kissed your cheek. “I-I was at the library and I was bored and picked it up!”

“Maybe you oughta pick up Cosmo more often,” Eddie said. “If it gives you tips like this.”

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padfootagain · 4 months

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The Car Trap

Hi!!!!! Here I am again, back to my old antics! Yes, I’m adding one more person to my masterlist. Yes, I am going to hell for this, and you know what? I’ll have such a great time!

Anyway, no one asked for this, except for me, as I was desperate for some Hozier fics, and couldn’t find any new ones anymore! So, here we go! Hope you like this, let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst to fluff! Friends to lovers, snowed-in… in a car… *hihihihihihhi!!!*

Summary: You're offered a job in Switzerland, and you're ready to accept it. It would offer you a new beginning, a way to forget about the love you have for your best friend. But a trip through a snowstorm with Andrew might change everything...

Word Count: 7282

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This trip was a disaster.

A fucking, outrageously terrible disaster…

The weather was terrible, for a start. And that was a statement made with an Irish reference, which was saying a lot. It had been raining so hard you had to stop the car for a while as you could not see the road ahead at all. Then it was time for so much wind that your fingers were cramping over the strength used to hold the wheel. Four hours later, it was getting dark, the sun already setting and the sky heavy with clouds that blocked all sunlight. And it was snowing.

Fucking snowing.

Great. Wonderful. Lovely.

Oh, but if only the problem was held by the capricious weather… no… no, this was but a part of the issue. You could even say that this was the top of the iceberg, just a tiny fraction of the shit you were buried under.

Because your phone had died. But then again, you had no signal anyway to get the help of a friendly and absolutely annoying GPS; and in the passenger seat by your side, your best friend was struggling with a fifteen-year old map that was so out-of-date that it might as well have not existed for the help it got you…

You were lost. You were fucking lost, in the middle of nowhere, while it was getting dark and snowing and there was nothing manmade in sight to ask for help.

Wonderful. Truly, wonderful.

Oh, and that was without mentioning that the best friend in question was also the man you had been in love with for years but had never dared confess your feelings to.

Outrageously bad, that road trip, really…

Andrew picked up his phone to get some more light, his glasses perched haphazardly on his nose as he tried to decipher names printed on the large map splayed across his laps; hair held back in a low bun, allowing you to see his focused features.

“So?”

He merely hummed in response, a long finger following a dark line.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” you insisted.

“None whatsoever,” he shook his head.

He sat back in his seat, before rubbing his eyes.

“I mean… we’ll end up crossing a village at one point if we keep going along this road,” he sighed. “I don’t have a better plan for now.”

“We might have to stop at one point, though. The snow is getting heavy.”

“I had never envisioned dying from the cold in the middle of nowhere on some random Irish road…” Andrew joked, his tone almost contemplative, and you couldn’t refrain a chuckle.

“And with you! Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m dying with you, of all people.”

“Why not? You don’t want to see me dying?”

“I don’t want my last moments to be shared with someone as annoying as you.”

He tried to throw back some witty remark, but his laughter was too much to handle.

He had pushed back the seat as far as possible, of course, in an attempt to accommodate his long limbs, but even in this position, his legs were not fully extended before him, his knees hitting the dashboard at every bump of the road.

You forced your gaze to go back to the road again, squinting your eyes to see through the heavy snow that fell now, instead of lingering on his legs.

God… you were so damn ridiculous…

His quiet rumble of a laugh finally died out, but a smile remained set on his features, even though his tone was serious as he spoke again.

“We can still turn the engines on every once in a while to get some heat.”

“Won’t that drain the battery or something?”

“If we don’t do it too much, it should be fine. Besides, it’s not minus twenty outside, relax. We’ll be fine.”

You merely nodded, falling, as always, for the safety in his quiet voice and the warmth of his tone.

Besides, it was easier to believe in the certainty of his voice, in its soothing sound, than to face the snow falling more and more heavily outside, the night creeping over the distant mountains, right beyond the green fields. Their silhouettes were almost made invisible now by the low light, you could only guess their shadows. Despite the headlights, you could barely make out the stony walls on each side of the road, mostly devoured by ivy and thickets. You had slowed down your pace, driving slowly in fear that a wild animal would suddenly jump in front the car, or that you would miss a random house set by the road.

It was also easier to focus on the silly story he was using to quieten your mind rather than to mention the reason behind this trip across the countryside.

You were leaving.

You were leaving Ireland to settle in Switzerland for a job. Or well, nothing was fixed for now, but you had an amazing opportunity. A first trip to the country to meet your future boss in person was planned for the following week, and at the end of these three days spent in Geneva, you had to sign your contract. You would then have about a month to find a place and move there.

So, you and your best friend had decided to enjoy a little road trip together. Driving all the way to the other side of the country. Staying at an Airbnb near the western coast. Enjoying four days together spent by the sea, the cliffs, and an awful lot of chips and beer.

You had been puzzled by Andrew’s reaction when you told him about your new job. He had seemed… unphased by it.

Of course, with his career, he was often away, and you were used not to live close to each other for long periods of time. Still, you were always one of the first people he visited whenever he was home. And while he stayed in Ireland, you spent most of your time together. As if he wanted to soak in as many moments as he could before he would leave again. And yet, when you told him that you would move to another country, he didn’t even blink. He gave you a smile, congratulated you, offered you a warm hug, and that was it. He asked about the job, about the place where you would live… and that was it. No disappointment in the thought of you leaving. No sadness at the thought of not having you around. No heartbreak whatsoever…

But then again, you were a fool for hoping that he would feel this way. Because he was… Andrew. Absolutely-lovely, amazing-hair, siren-voiced, hilariously-witty, unbearably-gentle Andrew. You had been friendzoned a few weeks after your first encounter, and you had no reason to believe that his feelings had changed. Actually, this new job, you took it as an opportunity to forget him. Move on. And not only because many miles would separate your homes, but because you weren’t leaving on your own.

Another one of your colleagues, Tom, had been approached by the same company as you had. He had already accepted the offer, and he was thrilled when he learned that you were leaving for Geneva as well. You knew he had a crush on you. He was pretty obvious about it. If he had never crossed a line, it was clear that he wanted you to give him a chance. And who knew? Perhaps this new beginning, with another man that you quite frankly found great, could mean you finally moving on from your stupid crush on your best friend. A new start, in another country. After spending a few weeks getting used to this new place, this new corporation, this new workplace… perhaps you would give Tom a chance. You desperately needed to forget Andrew, after all…

Of course, you didn’t know that you were completely, utterly wrong… about everything. That Andrew wanted to cry at the mere thought of you leaving. That he held you too tight and for too long that afternoon when, bathed in the neon light of your kitchen, you told him you were moving so far away from him, because he didn’t want you to see the tears in his eyes. He didn’t have the right to hold you back. He was but a friend to you, and friends needed to be supportive, and this was such a great opportunity for you, and… and he was only your friend.

Only your goddamn friend. As if Andrew hadn’t longed to be much more than that after a mere week spent in your company. But you had met before he would leave, touring for his second album, the timing was all wrong. He couldn’t ask you out for a couple of dates just to get you attached to him, before he would disappear for months on the other side of the planet. That wasn’t fair. He wanted to do things the right way. So, he kept his distance at first, unwilling to get too attached himself. But then, when he came home months later… you weren’t single anymore.

The fool… he had lost his chance. And over the years, the two of you had built such a great friendship that he didn’t want to take the risk anymore. Besides, he was certain that you didn’t see him this way. You had been in relationships, he had been in relationships… you had never showed any sign that would make him feel that he was more than a friend to you. Even when he tried to get you jealous, at the beginning, right after your break-up… but it didn’t work. The lure fell into the water in a deafening defeat, and he had made up both his mind and heart. You weren’t interested. He didn’t blame you. With his chaotic lifestyle.. who in their mind would settle for that?

Did it stop Andrew from still being in love with you, even after all this time? No, of course it did not. And the thought that you wouldn’t be home with him anymore…

He looked away, through the window, just to hide the tears that rose to his eyes all over again. He rested his elbow against the cold window, his lips to the back of his hand, biting lightly in the skin to calm down. He had no right to try to hold you back… no right at all… Was it your fault if he was enough of a fool to fall for his best friend? The cliché was almost too much to bear…

When he turned to you again, though, he couldn’t help the warm, fond feeling that invaded his chest at the sight of you. During the moment of silence you were both bathing into, disturbed solely by the wind and the tires over the frozen road, the night had almost conquered the last remnants of sunlight that lingered there, held against the eastern riff of the mountains. The headlights and the dim lights coming from the headboard were enough for him to see your features, though. They were enough for him to long to brush that strand of hair behind your ear, to lean across the car to kiss your cheek, to feel the warmth of your skin, even if for just a second, against his lips…

God, he didn’t want you to leave. What would he do if you left? When would you see each other? Never… If he spent so much time touring and you weren’t home…

God, he would move to Geneva with you if you asked. Even if it were to keep him as a mere friend, that was how badly he needed you in his life…

“Andy… I’m not sure I should keep driving…”

Andrew shook himself out of his thoughts, forced his attention back to the road ahead. You could barely see the road at all, as it was slowly turning white, just like the patches of grass between the road and the low walls…

Andrew shook his head.

“We can’t just stop in the middle of the road either. Just… drive slowly. Let’s try to find somewhere to park.”

You nodded, frowning in your focus.

You kept on driving for a while longer. The night was stark black when you finally found a small space by the road where you could safely park. There was still no house in sight, though… not that you could have seen anything beyond a five meters radius anyway…

You turned off the engine, let the lights go dark. Andrew turned on the light of his phone again.

“You should save some battery,” you argued.

“Got plenty, don’t worry.”

“So… now, what?”

“Now, we wait.”

“And if it keeps on snowing all night? Should we try to get some sleep?”

He merely nodded, setting his phone between the two of you to shed some light all over the tiny space of your car. Andrew reached behind him to get your coats from the backseat.

“We should put these on while they’re still warm.”

You didn’t complain when Andrew unfolded your warm coat, holding it up so you could easily slip your arms inside; nor did you stop him when he straightened it around your frame, reached for the zipper, and closed it for you.

And perhaps it would have been wiser for you to do so… but then again, you were human.

You were still trying to regulate your heartbeat while Andrew was putting on his own coat.

And for the first half-hour, everything was easy. You turned the engines back on for a few minutes when it got too cold, but in such a weather, you were worried your car wouldn’t start with a low battery. After all, it wasn’t exactly brand new.

“What if we get stuck in here?” you asked, worrying about the snow that didn’t give any sign of stopping.

“We’ll freeze to death, probably. At least the cold will preserve our bodies.”

“Good news for the police officer who’s gonna open the door. The smell won’t be too bad.”

“Exactly.”

“How long do you think before they find us?”

“Oh… at least a few weeks, if it snows enough.”

“Don’t you think anyone would notice a car covered in snow by the side of the road?”

“Not if there’s enough snow on it.”

You were the first to break, unable to be serious any longer. And Andrew’s laugh soon found yours, a deep rumble shaking the air around you.

“We won’t get fully snowed in,” Andrew reassured you as your laughter receded, in favour of the hushed quiet of winter. “Don’t worry. Besides, we’re not going to stay here all night. We’ll just wait until the worst of the storm passes. I can drive the rest of the way, if you want.”

“I can keep driving. I think I’ll try to take a nap while we wait though. I need to focus.”

Andrew merely nodded as an answer, adding a soft humming for good measure, before he would offer you a warm smile. He reached for something in his pocket, and put on a beanie and some gloves.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” he added, shifting to get more comfortable, the seatbelt since long discarded.

You tried to do the same, sliding the seat back to get more room to move around. Your eyes settled on Andrew’s features one more time before they closed.

But there was no way you could fall asleep. Beside your troubled mind, you were getting uncomfortably cold again. Enough for your teeth to chatter for a moment, until you tightly set your jaw.

You felt warm skin brush the back of your freezing fingers, heard the low, unapproving humming that Andrew let out at the touch.

“Take these, Y/N.”

You blinked your eyes open, while Andrew was already pushing a glove into your palm.

“You’ll be cold,” you argued, but you were met with a fond glare.

“You are cold.”

You gave up, took the gloves he offered. So large around your hands, the wool soft and still holding the warmth born from his own skin. You tried to stop him from planting his beanie on your head too, but failed.

“You need to stay warm! You’re a singer! You can’t catch a cold!” you tried to argue, but Andrew was already pulling the wool down to cover your ears.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m just fine. Besides, you’re the one who’s always cold.”

“Am not!”

“Are too! Who wears a woollen scarf in June?”

“It was cold!”

“You could turn into an ice cube if left unattended.”

With a great sense of maturity, you stuck out the tip of your tongue, making him chuckle.

It was better, but you were still cold, and so was Andrew now. He was shaking slightly, rubbing his hands together, burying his mouth and nose in his woollen grey scarf to warm it with his breath. But when he tried to shed some light outside again, the snow was still too heavy to drive safely.

“I can’t feel my fucking toes,” he complained, but there wasn’t much that you could do.

Except that you could. It was stupid, probably ineffective, but you were too cold to think straight.

“What if we hugged?”

Andrew let out a laugh.

“I like the sentiment, but that would hardly warm my toes.”

“Isn’t sharing body warmth a surviving technique?”

“Do I look like I would survive in the wild?”

“No, you would either bump your head in a branch so hard you’d knock yourself out to fall right into an endless pit… or you would be spotted by lions from miles away, you and your long limbs…”

“Exactly.”

There was silence again, for a couple of minutes, and you didn’t dare to break it. Instead, you let your eyelids fall again. He had refused to hold you, it was speaking volumes. What if you had made him uncomfortable? What were you expecting anyway? You were just a friend…

A gentle tug on your sleeve made you look up at him.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“We’re both cold, come here. You’re right, body heat sounds like a good idea.”

You joked in an attempt to hide the way your heart jumped in your chest.

“We both know you simply like to be held. Even by me.”

“Anything if I can avoid losing my toes.”

You wished you could claim that the manoeuvre that led you to lie with Andrew was a graceful one, but it truly wasn’t. After bumping into every surface possible and hitting your head against the ceiling twice, you were, however, finally secured in Andrew’s arms.

You moved around a little, trying to get comfortable, but in the tiny space of the passenger seat, there was nowhere for you to lay but on top of him.

If your nerves were getting the better of you at first, you couldn’t help but unwind as Andrew wrapped his arms around your frame, engulfing you within his embrace, pressing you closer to him, even though it didn’t seem possible.

He closed his eyes as he breathed in the sweet scent of your shampoo, but you didn’t notice. You didn’t notice either the way his heart sped up under his ribs, the way his breath caught in his throat. You never seemed to notice. Andrew reckoned that he was pretty obvious, although he did try to hide it all, but you never noticed anything. He couldn’t hide it, though. Even if this would lead nowhere, even if he didn’t stand a chance, he couldn’t help it. Loving you. In all the years he had known you, he had never been able to help it. Perhaps that was what love was all about. Loving beyond reason. Loving even when he wished he didn’t. Loving, and hurting, and having no regrets about it. Hurting, and being willing to go through all this pain all over again, for just a moment more…

He heaved a sigh without noticing, his eyelids lifting to be faced by a wall of darkness spotted with white snowflakes. He was ridiculous. You were leaving, that was the final proof he needed to be certain that he was nothing but a friend to you. If you felt anything for him, you wouldn’t be leaving… right? He had not left. He could have moved to the US a thousand times over, but you were in Ireland. Of course, you weren’t the only reason for him to stay, but you were easily the most important one, the one that carried the most weight.

What was the point of going home after a tour or a long recording session, if home wasn’t where you were?

Pathetic. That was what he was, pathetic…

Besides, you deserved better than what he could offer. Waiting for him for months on end? A constant back-and-forth between nations, a life stuck in a suitcase? No… no, you deserved better than that. Better than what he could offer you. Better than him…

And you were leaving. Final proof…

He held you tighter, and almost released it all in a breath.

Don’t go. Please, don’t go…

“Andy?”

He merely hummed in response.

“I’m pretty sure this is doing nothing to keep us warm.”

“I think it helps.”

“We’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Are you offering a game of strip-poker or something?”

You didn’t look up at him, face still buried in his shoulder, and yet he knew you were rolling your eyes.

“I must be crushing you.”

“You’re breaking all my bones, indeed.”

You tried to move away, but his hold tightened, and he looked down at you with confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving your life? Avoiding you to be crushed to death?”

“I was joking. I’m alright.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s… nice.”

You weren’t sure what to make of such comment, so you remained quiet instead, breathing deeply his scent, feeling it numb your senses.

“I’ve never seen such a snowstorm,” he pointed out, gaze lost into the darkness ahead.

“Me neither.”

“Not in this part of the world, at least.”

“Typical of Ireland to send me the storm of the century as a farewell gift.”

You felt Andrew tensing under you, his voice was colder than usual as he spoke, but you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“When will you leave? For good, I mean.”

“I have a month after this short stay to find myself a place to rent and get to work.”

“But you’ll come back to visit, right?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean… when I’m on vacation. To see my family.”

“Will I get some free housing in Geneva, then?”

“You thief, as usual.”

“You know me. Always the rascal.”

You closed your eyes as he started to rub your back, the gesture gentle and amazingly soothing.

“Aren’t you afraid to go there on your own?”

“Yeah… yeah, a little bit,” you admitted in a breath. “But… at least Tom will be there.”

“Tom?”

“Yeah, you know? My colleague? He’s very nice, I like him a lot. We’re leaving together.”

His tall frame tensed again, you caught the way his breath staggered.

“What do you mean Tom is leaving too?”

You stared into his hazel eyes; these eyes you dreamt of at night, the ones you adored. They had taken the hue of leaves before Autumn, deep green in a ray of sunshine. They always did when tears came to his eyes. And indeed, you were surprised as you fell into his gaze to find it blurred with tears.

“You… you’re leaving with him?” he asked, voice deeper than usual, shaky, vulnerable.

You were aware, now more than ever, of how close you were. You stared up at him, lost in his eyes, and you thought of how it would be so easy to lean up and kiss him, make his frown melt away, shush his worry with your lips…

“I thought… why…?”

You shrugged, unsure of what he meant to say.

“We’ve been approached by the same company. We’ll both move to Geneva.”

“Together?!”

“I mean… at the same time, yes.”

“But you’re…”

So that was it then… you had found someone else again. And this time you were leaving in another country with this man and…

And Andrew had lost you for good.

He was only too aware of how close the two of you were, of how easy it would have been to simply lean down to kiss you. Press his lips to yours, forget you were choosing someone else…

But he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t take it.

Instead of leaning closer, he pushed you away.

“Get off.”

You frowned at the roughness in his voice, the coldness in his tone, and Andrew wished he could control himself, be gentle, the way you deserved, but he needed to get away if he wanted to keep breathing…

“Please, get off me.”

You blinked tears away, and he hated himself for being the cause of such a sight, but he didn’t stop you when you ungracefully pushed yourself back into the driver’s seat. And Andrew watched as you stared at him, expectant, like you didn’t understand that you were breaking his heart in a million pieces…

And he couldn’t take it.

You were so surprised when Andrew opened the door and climbed out of the car that you didn’t stop him. He was already out of sight when you shook yourself enough to grab his phone, the only source of light available, and jumped out of the car as well.

The wind was bitterly cold as it assailed your cheeks, the snow rough and sharp digging into your skin.

“ANDREW!”

You hurried around the car, struggling with the slippery ground.

Above the wind, there was nothing to be heard but your own voice. Betrayed by the night, even this sound seemed to fade too fast to reach anything out of your sight. And Andrew was nowhere to be seen, the darkness too thick for that, the elements howling too loudly.

“ANDREW!”

A thud. A groan. A hiss. You followed the sounds in a hurry, and sure enough, mere seconds were needed to find your friend half-lying in the snow, a hand gripping at the low stone wall.

“ANDY!”

You kneeled by his side, uncaring of the sharp sting of the frozen ground under your knees.

“Are you alright?”

But he nodded, without a word. He seemed in pain, you brushed a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, and he leaned into your touch without noticing.

“You’re okay? What the fuck are you doing?!”

“You’re leaving for him, right?”

“What on earth are you talking about?!”

“TOM! FUCKING TOM!”

He moved away from your touch, but winced as he leaned against the wall. Your eyes grew round in worry, and when you turned the light towards the stones, there were traces of blood there.

“Oh God… Andy, you’re hurt!”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head.

“Let me see…”

But he stood up instead, and you followed close. He was towering you, the way he always did. The difference in height had not been so obvious in the car, but now, he was standing before you in his full, impressive height, and the way he glared made it more intimidating than usual.

“You’re really leaving for a fucking guy you met at work?!”

You frowned, shaking your head.

“Andy, I’m not…”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

“Andy…”

“For how long have you two even been together?”

“We’re not! We’re not together.”

It was his time to frown in confusion.

“What?”

“Tom and I, we’re not together. We’ve been approached by the same company, that’s all. Although, if I’m being honest… I might give him a chance.”

“What?”

You noticed how he was out of breath, of course you did. He didn’t seem angry anymore, just…sad. Unbearably sad…

“Well, he’s nice… and… I know he likes me. But… can we go back to the car now?”

“Don’t go with him.”

You stared up at him, his hair messed by the wind as more strands were breaking free from his bun. Snowflakes stained the dark locks with white. Some got caught in his long eyelashes. The biting cold was turning his sharp cheekbones red. In the dim light, you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, even though you could see the lips moving with the vowels, closing with consonants…

“Don’t go. Y/N… don’t go.”

These were words you were longing to hear, and yet, now that he was finally speaking them out loud, you couldn’t take them in.

He had acted like he didn’t care for weeks, and now, all of a sudden, he claimed that he was hurting?

“That’s rich coming from someone who spends barely any time home.”

You knew you were being mean, and you felt guilty as a shock of pain ran through Andrew’s features, enough so to bring tears back in his eyes. Still, you didn’t take your words back.

“That’s not the same. This… this is still my home.”

“This is a great opportunity for my career. This would be a new start. I’m excited about it. And Tom is nice. He likes me. He wants me…”

“You’re saying that like you don’t have a family and friends and people who love you already.”

“You know what I mean. This is a great opportunity, Andy. I want to take it.”

You noticed the way he clenched his jaw, the way the muscle jumped there as he lowered his gaze to the ground, nodding slowly.

“You’re right… that’s a great opportunity. You should take it…”

But instead of you agreeing, he was surprised as you huffed in annoyance, and turned your back to him.

“Get your arse back in the car, come on.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t understand what you want, Andy!” you hissed as you turned back to him, and he hated the sharpness in your voice, it felt like a knife. “You act like you don’t give two fucks about me leaving for weeks! And now… now you’re acting like you want me to stay…!”

“Of course, I want you to stay! But I’m your friend, I’m supposed to be here for you, and to support you and encourage you…”

“So you’re glad that I’m leaving?” your voice rising into a shout, and his tone matched yours when he answered, making you tremble under his deep, powerful voice.

“Of course not! Are you listening to yourself?! Why would I want you to move to fucking Geneva!”

“Because you didn’t say a thing about it!” you were crying, but you didn’t even notice, too busy letting your feelings out, at long last. “Because everyone else tried to convince me to stay, and you didn’t!”

“I tried to be supportive!”

“Well, I didn’t want you to supportive!”

“What did you want then?!”

“The truth!”

“Well, I don’t want you to leave! Here’s your fucking truth! And I don’t want you to leave with fucking Tom! I want you to choose me!”

He was out of breath now, and as he moved closer to you and the light you still held tightly in your hand, you finally noticed that he was crying as well.

“Choose you?” you asked, confused and slightly calmer, even if your voice kept on shaking. “Why would you want me to choose you…?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

The words were out before he could hold them in; failing this time at this game he had played a thousand times before, every time the words almost slipped out, when he bit his tongue until it hurt so you wouldn’t hear his heart. Your eyes grew round like you were surprised, shocked even, like this was not the most obvious truth in the world, like he had not spent years loving you in secret, leaving traces of his bleeding heart all over the place…

He almost wanted to laugh at you, at your round eyes and parted lips and all that snow caught in your hair and the way he longed to kiss that shock off your face. He didn’t though. Because you took a step back, and he read fear in your eyes, and he realised then that you were slipping away, sand between his fingers although he tried to hold tight.

“Y/N…” he breathed, voice taken away by the wind before it could reach you.

You hurried to the car instead of answering, and he followed you this time, shivering in the cold. And once you were back in the safety of your vehicle, the seats had lost their warmth, and the tiny space between the two of you seemed unbearably vast, a chasm you would never be able to close or cross.

You were both staring out by the windshield, while the snow finally receded. You could start driving again…

“Can you say something?”

“We should try to drive again.”

“Y/N… please…”

But as you turned to him, it was to stare at his palm, not his gaze.

“You’re bleeding.”

Andrew followed your gaze, looked down at his own hand. There was a long cut across the palm, red with blood, darkened with dirt on some spots. In the dim light, it was hard to tell how deep the cut was. It hurt, that was for sure. And yet, he didn’t care. You were more painful than an open wound.

“It’s nothing…”

“Let me see.”

You took off the gloves he had lent you, and Andrew didn’t have the strength to stop you as you gently reached for his hand, cradled it in yours, held it to the light to get a better view. Your skin was warm and soft against his cold one, and the thought that you could hate him, that you could resent him for sharing feelings he knew as unrequited made the tenderness of your hold almost unbearable.

“How did you hurt yourself?”

“I slipped in the snow. Caught myself to the wall. Sharp stone.”

You heaved a sigh, the sound was almost annoyed, but not quite. More like… worried.

“Hold the light, would you?”

He didn’t think as he obeyed, yielding to your will, the way he always did. You grabbed a bottle of water and some tissues from the glove box, and started to slowly clean up his cut. You were leaning closer to do so, and Andrew couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward as well, longing for your nearness, basking in the touch of your hand as it came back to cradle his, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

The breath he let out before speaking again was shaking.

“Do you hate me?”

You looked up, seemed to realize how close the two of you were. You could easily lean up and kiss him, and he could easily lean down and press his lips to yours. Instead, you both remained motionless, perfectly still, merely staring while he waited for an answer you thought was too obvious to be spoken.

“Why would I?” you asked back.

“Because… because we’re friends. And I caught feelings. And… maybe you hate me now that you know that I don’t… I don’t see a friend in you at all. Now that you know that I lied.”

But you didn’t answer, instead, you lowered your gaze again, and Andrew jumped and let out a hiss as you pressed the wet tissues against his broken skin.

“I’m not angry,” you finally reassured him. “I’m just… I don’t really believe you, I think.”

“What? Why wouldn’t you?”

You shrugged, and despite your claim of being calm, the smile that formed on your lips was bitter when you spoke.

“For how long have we been friends? And you’ve never said anything? Never felt anything, until I decided to go away? And now, all of sudden, you’re catching feelings?”

“I’ve never said these feelings were new.”

“You friendzoned me, back in the days. Do you remember that?”

Andrew winced, but nodded anyway.

“This… this was different.”

“Because I was just a friend?”

“Because I was the one leaving. Because it wasn’t fair to ask you out just to disappear for months while I was touring.”

Finally, you looked up again, trying to read something in his eyes, and whatever it was, Andrew hoped that you would find it there. He hoped you could see that he was being earnest, that he meant it, that there was no doubt to have. He had never doubted his love for you, even if he had refrained it. It had been a truth he had relied on for years. With a bit of luck, you might want to rely on it too…

“But then you came back… why didn’t you say anything then?”

“You weren’t single anymore. It was my turn to get friendzoned.”

The ghost of a smile formed on his lips, a soothing offering. But it was sad all the same.

“And after that?”

“After that… you were already my best friend. You… I didn’t want to lose you. And you… you deserved better than that. You deserve better than what I can give you. Waiting around while I disappear for months, what kind of life is that?”

You stopped breathing as he lifted his unharmed hand up to your face, brushing his fingertips across your cheek, the way he had longed to for years.

If his heart was staggering behind his ribs, if his breath was caught in his throat because of this gentle touch of your skin, when he closed his eyes to gather his strength, there was a tear breaking free.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know you don’t feel the same,” he shook his head as he opened his eyes again, falling into your gaze, and he saw there the same tears he tried to withhold in his own eyes. “I know it’s a one-sided thing. I didn’t… I didn’t want to break everything. I’m sorry.”

He was surprised when you shook your head and leaned into his touch, forcing his hand to open so he could cradle your face in his palm, long fingers disappearing into your hair and tenderly brushing your skin.

“God, you’re such an idiot.”

He raised a surprised eyebrow, not daring to move or reply. You started laughing, and he was at a loss.

“We’re both so damn stupid!”

He had to blink to make sure that he wasn’t imagining your movement as you slowly closed the gap between the two of you, as you leaned up to meet him. He was too surprised by it to meet you halfway; he was too taken aback by the feeling of your lips against his to kiss you back. It took him a couple of seconds to process that this was truly happening, that he was not, in fact, lost in one of the many dreams he’d had of this moment. But then your hand was in the mess of his curls, and you were pressing your lips more firmly against his, and he allowed himself to believe that you wanted this as well, that perhaps he had been, indeed, such an idiot for failing to see what was right in front of him, the same way you had missed all of his gestures along the years.

And you wished you could admit to yourself that you were keeping control over the situation, having instigated the kiss, but you melted into his touch the second Andrew responded and kissed you back. His hold on your face tightened slightly, a tinge of desperation held in the gesture. You tightened your hold on his wounded hand, and he responded by twisting his wrist until he could hold onto your hand too. You chased after him as he pulled away, but he left only for a second, just long enough to tilt his head slightly to the side, bettering the angle of his next kiss so he could deepen it. And the second you could properly taste him on your tongue, you lost track of everything but him: the warmth of his scent, the softness of his touch, the smoothness of his skin, his curls running through your fingers, the gentle scratching of his beard, and the overwhelming feeling of being kissed by him. The feelings he poured into the intimate gesture… no one had ever kissed you like that before…

When you broke apart, at long last, both of you breathless, blinking the dizziness of the kiss away in an attempt to find back an earthly footing, Andrew pressed his forehead to yours, afraid, perhaps, that if he got too far, he would wake.

“I don’t see you as a mere friend either, in case that was still unclear,” you clarified, tone half-joking, making him smile.

“Right…”

“You’re okay?”

“Just… trying to assess whether I’m awake or dreaming right now.”

Playfully, you pinched his shoulder, making both of you laugh.

“Awake,” you confirmed. “Even your wild imagination could not have pictured the storm of the century as a background for our first kiss.”

“First? Can I have another, then?”

You couldn’t refrain a giggle, gently shaking your head at him, brushing your nose against his in the process.

“A true thief, as always.”

“Of the worst kind only.”

His thumb caressed your cheekbone, soft touch across your soft skin, making your eyes flutter shut as your heart lost its rhythm.

“If you want to take this job in Geneva, we can still make it work.”

You lifted your eyelids again and pulled back, just to fall right into his hazel eyes.

“Just… don’t choose Tom…”

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. Your hands moved to hold his face in both of your palms, to make sure he would keep staring at you as you answered.

“Fuck Tom. Fuck Geneva. I’d rather go on a date with you.”

Andrew let out a chuckle, eyes crinkling as he smiled. Still, he had tears in his eyes all over again.

“You said it yourself, though. It’s a great opportunity for you.”

“I want to stay. If we give this a try, I want to stay.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m sure.”

“I’ll be away for months…”

“And you’ll be the one paying for the plane tickets, I’m not emptying my bank account when I’ve got a millionaire as a boyfriend.”

You both laughed, and Andrew nodded, at last.

“Fair enough.”

You were about to speak but didn’t have the time, Andrew was leaning to kiss you again instead, and you couldn’t complain, didn’t want to stop his fall towards your mouth.

He hissed and pulled away too fast though, after mere seconds, looking down at his wounded palm that he had tried to press against your back.

“I should clean this up, and then we can keep on driving,” you proposed, and Andrew agreed with a nod, obediently holding his hand still while you took care of him. He did lean to kiss your forehead a couple of times though, and you were both still quite amazed that he could do it, or that he wanted to.

You would have to get used to it though. After the storm had passed, after you had found your way back onto the right road, after you had reached your destination, there was plenty of time to talk, to confess feelings you had both refrained for too long, for holding onto each other too tightly, for kissing until lips were bruised and numb and yet still willing.

Perhaps, this trip was not such a disaster, after all…

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Bumpy Ride - Choso

Tags!! Choso x fem!reader , tags; just friends? ;) , nsfw , friend group road trips , u sit in Choso’s lap (i will never let this trope go!!)

warnings: smut (minors dni.) , accidental boners , dry humping/frottage , semi-public sex?? no penetration though

You and Choso have started a talking since you both were forced to be partners in a collage project. Of course you were chill about it, your personality was really extroverted and you were often told “you talk to everyone” or “your so popular!” But you still denied and said you only surround yourself with people that are healthy for you. Choso on the other hand was the complete opposite and was a introverted person, who surrounded himself with the wrong people. Even if he had little to no friends. Choso hung out with people that always look down on him and use him but clearly he was too delirious to tell the difference. You had to create a 3D model of a dream city you were to live in, like in a dream. This project seems fun but it goes down hill really quickly. “So!! What’s your dream world about? Are you in a dystopian world or a utopia?” You ask in a cheerful mood. “Uh-dystopian” he says while glancing to the wall. “That’s cool! Hav—“ “do you even shut up?” Choso interjects. Your jaw dropped in shock. “Since when could he stand up for himself” you Mutter under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. “Your doing this on purpose.. aren’t you?” Of course you were! Seeing if you could get a rise outta him was your alternative goal after all! Even if it means being risky.

It’s the next week and you and your friends are going on a road trip to see sights that could be apart of your design.

It’s getting late as gojo’s “chill” playlist plays through the stereo, the hum of the car filling the tight space with relaxing white noise. the sun has already set, a dusty blue settling over the highway. everything seems peaceful—geto sits in the window seat, his headphones plugged into his switch, playing video games in silence. Itadori is already asleep in the middle seat, head tilted back against the headrest behind him as he hugs the backpack that sits in his lap like it’s a teddy bear. Megumi had called dibs on riding passenger yesterday, so there he sits, watching some random movie on his phone while gojo sings along quietly to the song flowing through the car’s speakers.

everything seems peaceful… and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that you had lost rock, paper, scissors before you all embarked on your trip. and now here you sit in Choso’s lap, holding onto the door handle to ground yourself as his hands are strictly placed at his sides with his earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes shut. you aren’t sure if he’s asleep or not, but you don’t want to wake him if he is. you shift slightly to move your foot from under itadori’s (you have no idea how you even got into this position), scooting back a bit as you almost slip off of Choso’s lap as Gojo aggressively switches lanes, mumbling a “fuckers don’t know how to drive”. your legs are starting to cramp from sitting so stiffly. you don’t want to move too much and make Choso uncomfortable, but you’ve been in this position for an hour and you are starting to get a little sleepy as well. Your “slight” movements wake Choso up. “what’s up?” he asks, voice a bit drowsy. you feel a little bad, realizing that he was probably half-asleep, so you shoot him an apologetic smile. “i was wondering if i could lay back so i can nap?” you sound a little timid, but relief fills your chest as he simply nods, opening his arms slightly so you can lay back against his body. you flash him a little sleepy smile as you mutter out a thanks before letting your eyes flutter shut. finally.

you feel Choso’s arms circle around your torso to hold you steady and let your body relax, your muscles beginning to untense from your previously uncomfortable position. letting your head rest back against his shoulder, you scoot up a bit to get cozy. you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin from over your thin sweater, trying not to think too much about your current position. Choso is your friend. he probably isn’t thinking anything of it, so you shouldn’t either. your body flashes with a wave of heat, your face growing warm as you pretend to drift off to sleep. you try to tell yourself that he probably doesn’t realize how his dick rubs against your core with every bump in the road—that he doesn’t realize how you feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every pothole, every turn. and then you feel it. something poking against your heat through your shorts. he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either, biting your lip to keep in any noises as he adjusts his hips again. his arms are tight around your waist, your hand coming to hold onto his arm in acknowledgment. no words are spoken, but you hear him sigh lowly as you test the waters, just barely rocking your hips against his crotch. pleasure fills your body at the movement, feeling yourself start to drip through your shorts—you’re glad you chose to wear an all-black outfit. Choso’s hips slightly buck up against your core, the fabric of your panties brushing against your clit, and you let out a quiet, restrained noise— Gojo’s music is just loud enough to cover up the sound. your entire body is warm as Choso gently moves you back and forth over his erection by his hold on you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. he presses you down harder and you bite your lip to stop any noises, grinding down on his lap to chase that feeling building up in your stomach.

“Choso have you seen—“ gojo squeals, but Choso is fast “asleep” you feel your heart drop in your stomach, your mind growing dizzy at the thought of almost being caught. a minute passes before Choso is holding you down against him once again, harder this time. the pants in your ear pick up, a low, stifled moan leaving his lips. it’s all too much, your cunt gushing as he thrusts up into your clothed heat, hitting you perfectly every time. “i’m gonna cum,” he mumbles lowly in your ear, and the words themself have your pussy clenching, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you as your body tenses up. you shake in his arms as you hear him grunt quietly before feeling a warmth spread underneath you. your body buzzes with ecstasy as you sink back against him, the back of your neck covered in a thin layer of sweat from your ministrations. Choso’s chest rises and falls deeply against your back, his hands brushing over your thighs softly before returning to your torso to pull you closer. your eyes open briefly, turning your head a bit to see his flushed state—his bangs stick to his forehead and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. his eyelids are still shut, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. “thank you,” he whispers quietly before his eyes open, finding yours easily in the dark of the car. you give him a small smile, your fingers brushing over his forearm before your eyes shut in exhaustion. you have no idea what any of this means, but you’d talk about it once you were alone. feeling his body relax into the seat of the car, you let yourself drift off to the quiet music flowing out of the stereo. But will you ever finish this project?…

OKAY WOAH THAT WAS ALOT UMMM ABAHAHWHAAHAHAH FIRST FIC LASMOSDIDHDB

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk choso #choso my beloved #choso x reader #choso smut #choso x female reader

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c0smoshit · 6 months

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Cuddling with ffvii boys!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Sephiroth and Angeal Hewley

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, fluff and more fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ enjoy!! :))

Cloud

★ Obviously he had to be the first one I'll be talking about

★ Yeahh... If you want to actually touch this guy without him freaking out, you'll have to wait for him to finally give in to his desires

★ Once he's warmed up, may god save you from his wreckingly long cuddling sessions ( poor baby he's so so so touch starved )

★ He doesn't care about the position, he just wants you close, really close to him ( paying off for all the times he has dreamt about you in his arms )

★ Will probably fall asleep very soon once he's got you trapped

"Feeling better?"

A low grumble of approval made your belly vibrate. His head was laying down on your stomach as you were sat on the headboard of the bed, your legs placed by his sides as he had his arms hugging your middle part.

He hugged you as if you were about to leave the room ( which was indeed, not happening ). His eyes were closed and his breathing was serene too, taking the chance to play with his hair meanwhile.

You were both winding down from the day, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he had just taken. And god did he look cute all sleepy on your belly.

You smiled, enjoying one of the very few moments Cloud would let you see his soft side.

Zack

★ My baby 🤧

★ Where do I even start, well, should we be asking him?

★ Because the moment your arms would welcome him in a maze of softness and care, this boy would be down bad

★ Automatically would have you trapped bellow him or viceversa, he likes physical touch maybe a bit too much

★ Is also one of the very few moments where you can actually hear silence again besides him, just the sound of his breathing mixed with yours

"Zack! I'm hom-"

Not even 5 seconds after you had shouted that into what you thought was your empty living room, he was already hoisting you up in the air by your waist like the puppy that was waiting for his owner he was.

. . .

"I missed you"

"I know, I know"

You tried to shush him, but it was quite a dificult task since he had his whole body on top of you on the sofa. His arms embracing your back, almost as if he didn't care about the cramps he knew he would get, he just cared about you.

He looked at you over where his head was laying on your chest, pointing out how pretty you looked when you smiled. God he is such a dork.

Sephiroth

★ Okay so this guy is... big

★ Not a fan of hugs but god, he lives off your arms wrapped around him

★ He would carry you bride style even when you both are cuddling on the bed. Keeping you close to him by your back and knees

★ You should be proud because this guy... this guy isn't really a big fan of having company nor physical touch with them

★ Once he is alone with you, he is a whole different man

Silence fell over your cute and tidied up room, Sephiroth's best music to listen to.

Your cheek met his collarbone, he was sat on your headboard as he kept you close to him with both of his arms. One by the back of your knees and the other on your back.

His heartbeat made you almost fall asleep by it's lulling trap, and you were sure you wouldn't last any longer either way.

Quiet nights like this before sleep were your absolute favourite and you could tell by the way he spoke to you with such honey bathed words that he enjoyed it quite as good as you.

Angeal

★ GOD

★ He loves, loves, loves holding you

★ Anywhere and whenever, his arms would be around you. You're just too sweet not to be held, he thinks

★ But he also loves having your soft hands caressing his skin too, whenever you would let him lay his head down on your thighs as you caressed his forehead and hair.

★ He just loves keeping u close ;)

"G'mornin love"

Your mumbled out response was enough for his heart to melt over your weary eyes and softened voice.

Your arms were curled up in his chest, his strenght not failing him as he kept you close even when he was asleep. He wishes he could stay like this with you forever.

Curled up in his arms as the sun bathed your pretty face, the soft whines you would let as he tried to get you off the bed.

Bonus!!

His hands felt cold at first against your belly, but soon a scorching warmth would start to envelop your guts.

His breathing was serene against your nape, your back against his front. Almost poetically implying that you trusted him, that you cared about him.

No matter how deeply he would have fallen asleep, he still would and will keep you as secure and close to his body. Under the warm covers of your bed, everything felt nicer anyways.

So when you felt his characteristic blonde locks trickling your neck, you felt at home.

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updownlately · 8 months

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4 - oh you love me, you love me

series masterlist

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“Hi bub…”

Keeping your voice low, you walked softly into the room, beelining straight to the blonde under the covers, her head barely peeking out.

Settling on the edge of the bed beside Alessia, you smoothed out her messy hair, a soft smile on your face at how adorable she looked- a sleepy grimace coating her face as blonde strands stuck out in every direction, no doubt a result of the nap she had taken earlier.

Hand coming to rest on her forehead as you stopped your ministrations, you quietly checked her temperature, mindful of the fever she had a few hours ago.

Feeling it to be near normal, you contemplated asking her how she was feeling, cautious of annoying the blonde as she was waking up.

You decided to take the leap however, and ask, well-aware that you’d have a grumpy Alessia on your hands afterwards.

Still, being careful to not rouse the blonde too much with your voice, you kept it quiet as you spoke, words nearly a whisper.

“How are you feeling now? How’s your stomach?”

At your questions, the striker let out a small grunt, no other response besides her shuffling ungracefully until her head was resting on your thigh.

Shaking your head fondly at her antics, you ran your fingers through her hair as she settled, scratching Alessia’s scalp in an attempt to bring her some comfort.

Trying again, you spoke once more.

“Less, baby, does anything still hurt?”

Again, another grunt, this one with a hint of a whine at the end this time. You shook silently with laughter at her response, eyes rolling lovingly at the child-like behaviour.

“Alessia…” Your tone was playful but the warning in it was clear- you really needed to know how she was doing so you could help her.

The slight push was successful, the English woman finally responding verbally.

“Cramps are still bad and my back hurts.”

Her voice was quiet though, discomfort apparent as her face scrunched up as she spoke.

You knew the drill at this point- on her periods, Alessia liked to cuddle a hot water bottle as you both would watch a movie, light sandwiches shared between you two as you huddled under a blanket or two in your bedroom.

Nodding to yourself as you created a plan in your head, you made a move to get up, ready to go heat up some water for a hot water bottle and grab some food and ibuprofen.

You didn’t get far however, Alessia burying her face into your torso at the slightest movement, her arm coming to lay across your lap, preventing you from leaving.

Unfortunately for you, as adorable as her wanting you to stay was, you knew Alessia would be in more pain if you didn’t get up right now, well aware of just how awful her periods got sometimes.

“Love, I’m just gonna fill you a hot water bottle, see if that helps…” Trying to convince the blonde to let you go, you tried to gently lift her arm off you. Your effort was futile though, her grip only tightening.

“No.” The response was clear, the blonde making no effort to loosen her grip.

“Lessi…”

“No. Please…” Her voice was quieter this time, nearly pleading.

Sighing, your shoulders deflated at her tone, knowing she was typically more clingier during the first day or so of her period, the pain heightening her need for your presence.

“Only a little while, okay? After that I need to get you hot water and some food probably.”

And as Alessia moved over to the middle of the bed to make room for you, you got comfortable, sitting with your upper back against the headboard, propped up by pillows, legs stretched out as you made room for the Gunner.

Patting the space between your legs once you had situated yourself, you helped Alessia get comfortable in your hold, her back pressed to your front as you pulled the laptop she had been using earlier closer to you.

Continuing the episode that the blonde had fallen asleep to, you let her rest her head on your shoulder, placing a loving kiss on her temple as you snaked your hands under her shirt, coming to a rest just under her stomach.

Gently kneading, you did your best to massage the area as you both watched the show, trying to alleviate some of the pain.

You could feel Alessia relax at your movement, body getting heavier and breaths getting softer, her slowly falling back asleep with the help of the comforting touch.

Briefly stopping your massage, you quickly turned the volume down of the laptop as to not wake her again, trying your best not to laugh as the girl in your arms whined at the faintest absence of your touch.

Carrying on once again, a soft smile ever present on your face, you settled in, not unfamiliar with this situation with the number of months you had been together, but more than content to be there for her.

~~~

It was nearly an hour later when Alessia rose from her second nap, and if you were honest, you didn’t think she could have gotten any more cuter.

Sleep laden eyes, the blonde had immediately buried her face into your neck upon waking up, adjusting herself to be sideways in your lap as the evening light started streaming into the room.

The pair of you had sat there, cuddled up, for the better part of a half hour, you doing your best to make sure to slowly wake the blonde up, asking little questions here and there until she was fully coherent.

You had eventually convinced her to shower as you started on plans for dinner, an idea, a small surprise, on your mind.

Gathering all that you needed, you worked quickly, time limited.

Pulling away the coffee table in your living room, you quickly rearranged your couch, converting it into the bed it could become, before grabbing all the fluffiest blankets, pillows, and stuffies in the house and throwing them on the makeshift bed.

Scouring around the apartment and the groceries you had gotten earlier, you prepped a snack tray full of the blonde's favourite treats, setting that near the fort you had built.

Finally, boiling some water, you prepped a hot water bottle for when Alessia was out of the shower.

Hearing footsteps just as you finished pouring the water into the bottle, you quickly set the kettle down, screwing the top shut before turning around.

Smiling at the fact that she was wearing one of your oversized hoodies, you proudly presented her with the hot water bottle before taking her hand and leading her to the living room.

Coming to a stop and facing the blonde, you watched as she took in the sight before you- dim lighting around the area, a few candles, the sofa-bed filled with blankets and pillows, snacks, and the TV set up, ready for any streaming service to be chosen.

“I-…huh? What?”

Sending you a bewildered look, Alessia tried to find the words to convey her shock, surprised at how you managed to pull this off in fifteen minutes.

“What is all of this?”

Shrugging your shoulders in response, a nervous smile on your face, you rubbed the back of your neck anxiously.

“I know we had plans to cook together tonight but I figured we could have a relaxing night in instead…”

Slowly walking over to the handful of take out menus you had piled up on the side, you picked them up, bringing them back to the blonde with a sheepish smile.

“Bub, you’re on your period and I think it would be nice if we can just put on a movie, have some snacks, maybe order in, and just cuddle and…relax? No pressure for the night. Just you, me, some good, easy food, and some good entertainment y’know?”

Watching you explain your thought process with a lovesick smile on her face, Alessia stepped closer to you, arms coming around to pull you into a hug, burying her face into your neck.

Sighing into the crook, you felt the smile on the Gunner's face, her hug getting just a tad bit tighter with every passing second, almost as if she was trying to physically make you feel her love.

Relaxing into her hold, you let out a breath at the gesture, glad you had read Alessia correctly.

Pulling back slightly, her sky-blue eyes met your own, head tilting earnestly as she glanced around the room quickly before looking back at you.

“This really sounds like the perfect night right now, thank you.” An apologetic smile crossed her face as she continued, “sorry I’m not in the mood to cook, I know I promised to teach you how to make pasta from scratch and-”

Cutting the striker off before she could spiral into a series of unnecessary apologies, you pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her lips to quiet her.

Leaning back with a smile on your face at the dazed look in Alessia’s eyes, you grasped her hand in yours, tugging her onto the sofa behind you.

“Less, love, don’t worry a second about it okay? Plus anyways, I’m feeling a little La La Land and some snacks…and then we can order food in a bit yeah? Sounds alright?”

Smiling at the eager nod you got, you situated yourself, helping Alessia dig her way to the middle of the pulled out sofa. Letting her get comfy, you grabbed the softest blanket you had found, coincidentally her favourite one, and gently placed it on the blonde, making sure the hot bottle rested comfortably before settling yourself beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she laid her head on yours.

A carefree smile unknowingly residing on your face, you flicked through the plethora of streaming services before you found the correct one, hitting play on the movie before tugging your love impossibly closer.

Unbeknown to you, Alessia had a matching smile on her own face, heart softening at the thought of the effort you had gone through- that you always went through, when she was on her period. At how you would always go out of your way to make sure she was comfortable, her very much aware that you had most definitely picked up majority of the snacks today knowing she was starting her period and craved them. At how you checked in with her, took care of her, stayed with her so she wasn’t in pain alone, fed her, did all of that and then some for her.

Well aware your love didn’t need words, Alessia revelled in the thought behind your actions, letting herself fall deeper in love with you as the opening credits rolled around.

Glad that of all the people in the world, she had you by her side through all the good times and bad, she pressed herself into you, letting your warmth wash over her and bring her comfort as you played your guys’ favourite movie.

And as day turned to night, the fall cold slightly sweeping in as the TV illuminated the room in bright lights, the two of you sat, cuddled up, warmed up, and loved up, needing nothing more than the other and the love and comfort of the home you were building together.

#this got a bit longer than i was expecting but oh well :)#i feel like i lost the vibe slightly with this one but ima still share it bc i honestly don't wanna rewrite this #not proofread as usual #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso community #woso #fluff #my writing #part 4 of a 15 part series :)#bpom #blurb

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lovelybarnes · 1 year

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The Thing- B. Barnes

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader Warnings: best friend bucky, i do not think it’s an au but honestly i dont know? I wrote this for fun so i made details fuzzy, innuendos. Did i check over this right im so tired About: new girl inspired. I was watching the episode with the trench coat and that fucking scen got to me like??? I had to. I started crying.

Bucky thumps around in your closet, too-long limbs making the doors shake when vibranium fingers slam against them. He grunts, followed by a disconcerting silence, only charcoaled by the metal clinking of steel hangers and heavy breaths. You purse your lips, looking up from your phone to stare at the shut doors. You can imagine him standing frozen for a glimpse of peace. Or staring at your favorite sweater, metal-finger-torn. You frown.

“Are you okay? Did you pass out?”

He huffs, more shuffling noises ensuing. “No.” Something drops to the floor.

“Pick that up!” you call when it doesn’t sound like he does.

“Why couldn’t I change in the same room? It’s cramped in here. And you’ve seen more.” He pauses and you can hear his smirk. “So have I,” he mutters pleasedly.

Your fingers reach for the closest thing and launch it at the closet. “Because the last time you did, Wanda walked in, and then Sam did, and we ended up with half of our friends staring at you half-naked on my bed.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Bucky argues.

“And my closet isn’t that small,” you quip.

Your closet doors roll open, light defining Bucky’s features and catching the blue in his irises. His sweater compliments the color too nicely than should be possible. Along with it, he wears a grimace.

“What’s wrong? You look great.”

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to this,” he admits, pulling at a thread.

“Starting to?” you parrot. “Agreeing?” You shove your legs to the side of the bed and stand, heading toward him. “Bucky, they had to bribe you into saying maybe. And then you insisted on staying anyway the entire time up to now.”

“I would really rather stay here with you.” Bucky leans into your touch when you settle your hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.

“That’s all you’ve been doing for months,” you point out.

“And I’ve really enjoyed it,” he allays.

You laugh, fingers coming to a frustrated rest on his face. You try to come up with an argument but fail, deflating. “Me too.”

He grins. “See? I’m gonna go tell them I’m just gonna stay here to watch more horror movies with you.”

You loop your index and middle around his wrist before he can leave your room. “You know how much I love you. And how much I love spending time with you. Which is why I think you should go.” You continue before he can begin to argue. “This’ll be good for you. And me. You’re kind of annoying, you know?” you tease, wrinkling your nose.

He rolls his eyes but relents, inhaling deeply. “Fine.”

“If you absolutely hate it—”

“I will.” You glare at him.

“Then I will fully support you in never going out again.”

He perks up. “You’re my best friend. You should support me before that,” he jibs.

Exasperated, you wag a lazy finger in the air. “You’re so annoying.”

The door to your room bangs open to Sam and a slightly begrudging Steve both very dressed up. Sam has a hand over his eyes, other arm extended dramatically to search around him. “Everyone decent this time?”

You glance at Bucky.

“Yes, Sam,” Bucky groans.

He grins and claps. “So we can finally go out? Do I have to drag you out kicking? ‘Cuz I will.”

“He did,” Steve remarks further.

“No,” Bucky glowers, then gestures to you. “‘Convinced me.”

“Of course,” Sam says, turning to you with a smile. “Now, you. I love you, you know that, but tonight we’re going out to have fun. Which means,” he begins to count off on his fingers, “none of the girlfriend texts or calls you send all the time.”

“They’re not girlfriend,” you argue.

“And she can call me if she needs anything,” Bucky adds.

“But try not to,” Sam insists. “Now, let’s go.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, lamely watching his friends go out the door again. He turns to you and pecks your forehead. “Call me for whatever. I’ll probably thank you if I’m not the one insinuating.”

You shove him lightly. “Have fun.”

“Love you too!” he laughs, waving once more at you before he disappears past your doorframe. It’s only a few more seconds of the guys chatting before the apartment door closes and steals away the noise with it.

You deflate, sagging onto your bed. Dazedly, your fingertips drift to your forehead, where the shadow of a kiss still warms your skin. Frustration digs its nails into your arm and your hand fists, eyes squeezing closed. There’s the sticky rush of tears in the back of your throat and you groan loudly, but it’s obstructed and thin.

You pop an eyelid open when something else catches your attention, squeezing your lips closed to focus on the thin, chalkboard scratches further away. You sit up and stare out your door for a second, before realizing it’s coming from the front door.

“Bucky couldn’t have backed out by now,” you mutter, reasoning that he could’ve forgotten something when the noise suddenly stops. “Huh,” you quip. He must’ve found it.

You sigh again, at least satisfied that the sudden burst of emotion had passed. Deciding not to dwell on it, you pull your laptop onto your bed and search for a show to watch until you come up with something better to do.

It’s an episode and a half past when the noise returns, a little louder and accompanied by a faint tapping. Hopeful, you pause the episode, expecting for it to disappear with the click of your touchpad. When it doesn’t, you tense and think, calling out your friends’ names and listening to the responding quiet.

You pull at your fingers nervously, debating stilling to will it to go away or going to investigate. Clips from yours and Bucky’s horror movie night the previous day flash in your mind, making you cringe and stay put. Silence falls after a minute, but you remain unsettled, uneasily dragging yourself off your bed, poking your head out from your room to observe the hall up to the living room. “Bucky? Sam?”

No response.

You stare at the door, expecting some tangible inference of yours to appear in the shadowed crooks of the weathered red thing. When it doesn’t, you force yourself to be brave and head down to the living room, wrapping yourself in blankets with your front facing the entrance.

You resume your show but pay only half attention to it, jumping when there’s a loud crash in a scene. Hand to your heart, you pant at the scare, dissolving into a disbelieving laugh.

“I’m an idiot,” you state to no one. “I’m scaring myself.”

You splay yourself on the couch and breathe, rationalizing.

“This is Bucky’s fault,” you say matter-of-factedly. “He’s the one who chose home invasion horror when he was leaving me home alone the night after.”

You stare at your keyboard, rubbing off a smudge on the space key.

“I hate home invasion horror,” you mutter, running a hand down your face.

“This is pathetic,” you lecture. “What am I reduced to?”

Bravely, you stand, taking your computer with you to the kitchen.

You’re gathering a ridiculous amount of oily cookie cutters in your oven-warmed apartment when you hear it again, louder and more startling than the previous times. You flinch, a multitude of colorful molds tumbling to the floor in your startlement.

You leave them in exchange for paying attention. Slowly, you slink over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see nothing. Now confused, you pull the door open, greeted with silence and an empty hallway.

You walk away once you shut the door with heavy hesitation, shoving warm cookies into your mouth, unsure.

Trying to be rational, you type out a short text contorting your panic into something a little more playful, your thumb hovering above the send button just as you remember Sam’s warning. Isn’t this what he meant? Silly requests that interrupt Bucky’s good time?

You stop, deleting everything you’d written and flipping your phone screen down on the kitchen island. Everything was fine, you were sure.

It’s juxtaposingly pleasing and frightening to hear it the next time; both disappointing and reassuring that your mind wasn’t making things up. The intervals between the noise get shorter, too, until it’s less than a half hour after the last, and you’re buzzing with paranoia.

You text your scariest friend first, anxiously waiting for Sent to turn Read below your message to Natasha, but it never does.

It takes half an hour and the noise to come back before you give up on her, instead watching Wanda’s three little dots pulse before they settle on an apology because she’s on a date.

Tony and Bruce are out of town for some convention and Thor is on vacation, meaning you’ve officially run out of friends to call for help.

Your fear builds until you can’t help yourself, powered by thorough panic when you click on your first contact number. It’s only a couple tones before Bucky answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so, no big deal, but there’s something scratching at the door and I’m worried for my life.”

“What?”

“This is your fault,” you cry. “It’s the movies, I—”

“It’s probably the neighbor’s kids playing tricks on you. You know they’re assholes.”

“But I’ve gone outside and there’s no one there. There’s no way they can run that fast, right?”

“Maybe?”

“Look, I’m really freaked out,” you admit. “I really don’t want to bother you but Nat isn’t answering and Wanda’s out on a date and it keeps coming back and—”

“Okay, hey,” Bucky’s voice comes through a little clearer, paying more attention. “It’s okay. I’ll come back, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You feel bad. You feel so bad your skin prickles with regret, suddenly willing to stand out in the hallway and let your monster eat you alive.

“Don’t be.” You can feel the comforting nudge he gives you when he’s reassuring. “I was about to call you anyway, this is as bad as I remembered it being.”

You manage a weak laugh. “Thank you,” you say genuinely.

“Thank me by not asking questions when I somehow get there in three minutes, okay?”

You furrow your brows. “What? How would you—”

“I think that’s a question,” Bucky interrupts.

“You left already,” you conclude. “Why did you leave early?”

“I think it’s unfair you can do that.”

“I think it’s hypocritical of you to say that.” Your near peace dissipates when something scrapes down the length of your door. Uselessly, you duck down behind the kitchen island. “Are you here yet?” It’s more of a beg than anything, a longing for the sound to be his clumsy fingers with a dodging key.

“Elevator. Which means—” His voice fizzles predictably, inspiring a fresh surge of hate for the machine. A few expected seconds tick by, a click cutting them off.

“What—” You tap your phone angrily. “I hate this stupid building—”

The noise returns, sharp and close and angrier than you’d heard it. You’re only slightly comforted by the thought that Bucky should be nearby, mainly in vehement disagreement with your fate. You curl your fingers around a rolling pin and crawl closer to the door, nails digging into your palms at the close proximity of your aggressor.

The door flies open and you jump up in tandem. “Don’t! My best friend is really big and he’ll beat you up!”

Bucky stands in the doorway, blue eyes rounded, palms up and open.

You pant together for a moment, before your limbs relax in relief, rolling pin tumbling to the ground as you fall into his chest. “Oh my god.”

Automatic, his hands steady around your waist. He says your name in question, pulling you closer anyway.

“What was that?”

“I thought—I thought it was the thing.”

“The thing?”

“I don’t know what it is Bucky, that’s why I called you,” you snap, digging your nose deeper into his neck.

“I didn’t see anything outside,” he offers.

You deflate at his saccharinity. “I’m sorry. That was mean. Thank you for coming.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, smoothing his palm over your back. It’s a comforting weight, his lovely tolerance of you endearing, although he’d frown at your choice of words. You pull away but stay at his side, laying your head on his shoulder. Your phone rings and you make no move to answer it. He looks at you questioningly.

“I left voicemails in case I died,” you explain, watching Clint’s contact picture flicker. “It might’ve been an exaggeration but look how late they’re calling. What if it were a dire situation? How useless would they be?” You fist your hand in his jacket. “I’m glad I have you.”

“You didn’t leave me a voicemail,” Bucky complains. “You never called in the first place. Whaf if you had died? What about me?”

“I called you.”

“To come here. No goodbye message.”

“It wasn’t a goodbye so much as fear-spurred insurance—”

“Well, how come I didn’t get one?”

“For one, you answered the phone. For two, I knew I’d be fine if you said you’d come. And for three, I knew you’d come if I asked.”

Bucky quiets. “I would.”

“You did,” you agree.

Something shifts. Subtle and sweet, his heat on your skin isn’t all that casual anymore. He notices, too, shifting lightly on his feet, the weight of his fingers on your waist definitely heavier.

“So,” he starts. “I’m really big, huh?”

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bradshawsbaby · 11 months

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could you maybe write something about period sex with al ruddy? because i’m experiencing the worst cramps of my life right now and i need a distraction

Ahh, I’m sorry, babe! That’s the worst! I hope you feel better soon! ♥️

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You’d been in pain all day. It wasn’t some great surprise—you always got the worst cramps whenever it was that time of the month. But this month’s cramps were particularly brutal. Just when you thought one would pass, another would seize you, the lower half of your body spasming as you clenched your legs in agony beneath your desk.

On more than one occasion, you’d had to excuse yourself and run to the bathroom just to hide the fact that you were near tears from how much you were hurting. You knew your boss wasn’t pleased, but he also didn’t want to make an enemy of Al, so he kept his comments to himself.

When the workday was over and Al came to your office to pick you up, you whispered in his ear, “Can we skip dinner tonight, darling? I just really want to go home.”

Al was a bit surprised, but when he saw the look on your face and how your brow was furrowed deeply in pain, he immediately nodded and wrapped his arm around you as he led you to his car.

As soon as you got back to Al’s place, you immediately stripped out of the dress you’d worn to work that day and changed into one of your flowy nightgowns, clutching your middle as another agonizing cramp took hold of you.

“What’s wrong, baby doll?” Al asked in concern, stepping up behind you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he swept your hair aside.

“I have my period,” you admitted, feeling a little flushed with embarrassment. You and Al had been dating for months now, but it still wasn’t something you necessarily talked about openly, beyond telling him a few days out of every month that it “wasn’t a good time” for sex.

Al could feel your skin growing warm beneath his touch and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. “Baby doll, you don’t have to be embarrassed about that,” he told you, as if reading your mind. Turning you towards him, he took your chin between his index finger and thumb. “Is it the cramps?”

When you looked up at him in surprise, he chuckled, “Baby, I’m not completely oblivious to what goes on. I was married once, you know.” He winked down at you, stroking your cheek.

You felt yourself flush at that, but then nodded slowly. “They’re really bad today. It hurts so bad,” you confessed, your chin wobbling slightly.

“Oh, c’mere,” Al murmured gently, pulling you against his chest and rubbing your back soothingly.

Closing your eyes, you rested your head against his chest and took a few deep breaths, the two of you standing like that for what felt like a while.

“You know,” he said slowly, breaking the comfortable silence. “I have heard that there’s a pretty good solution for cramps,” he told you, slowly grazing his fingers against your hip.

When you glanced up and saw that familiar look in his eye, you tensed up slightly. “Oh, Al, no!” you said, embarrassed again. “No, that would be—it would be messy and disgusting and I couldn’t ask you to—”

“But you’re not asking me. I’m suggesting it,” Al cut you off, his deep voice vibrating in his chest as he looked down at you, cupping your face in his hands. “And why would it be disgusting? Messy, maybe, but I’ve never been afraid of a little mess,” he added with a grin. When he saw that you still looked a little shy, he went on, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby doll. But if you want to, don’t think a little blood is going to scare me away. I want to make you feel good.”

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, standing on your tip toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. “If you’re sure,” you whispered.

“Never been more sure, baby,” he winked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Al seemed to know just what to do, not turned off at all by the prospect of what was going to happen. You were a little nervous—you’d never had sex on your period before—but he kept offering you reassuring smiles as he pushed the covers back on the bed and laid out a few large towels.

“And if they get stained, they get stained. I can always buy new sheets and towels,” Al said when he saw you biting your lower lip. Smiling, he stepped around the bed until he reached you and pulled you into his arms, kissing you again, more deeply this time.

The two of you slowly undressed one another, Al lifting you in his strong arms and laying you down on the bed. He climbed in beside you, half on top of you, and continued to kiss you, your tongues lightly dancing with one another. His hands worked their way all over your body, his touches soft and sensual as he tried to ensure that you were fully ready for him.

“Al,” you panted softly, breaking the kiss and burying your face in his neck. “Need you. Need you so badly,” you sighed, whimpering as another painful cramp seized you.

“I got you, baby doll, I got you,” he assured you, taking himself in his hand as he straddled you and slowly guided himself towards your extremely sensitive entrance. When he pushed himself inside you, just the tip, and saw the way you threw your head back and moaned, he took one of your hands in his and laced your fingers together. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“G-good,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “It’s just so sensitive,” you admitted, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” Al nodded, rocking his hips slowly as he bent down to kiss you.

In response, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your fingers in his dark curls, drawing him even closer to yourself.

Your lovemaking was slow and languid, the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex permeating the air as Al fueled your body with pleasure, the pain of your cramps long forgotten as he ground his hips against yours, his length stroking deep inside your aching walls.

Both your bodies damp with sweat, Al slid his mouth down from your lips to your breasts, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth and sucking lightly. You felt yourself clench in response, which caused him to moan against your skin.

“Al, baby, I’m so close,” you gasped out, feeling the telltale sign of your legs beginning to tremble.

Al didn’t change his pace, just lifted his head and gazed down at you, smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face as he continued to thrust into you slowly. He kissed you once, on the corner of your mouth, but then pulled back so he could keep watching you.

“Darling, I—oh, oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening and your chest heaving. You came while crying out his name and staring deeply into his eyes, your entire body turning to mush as soon as you fell over the edge.

Al finished a moment or two later, pulling out and spilling himself on your thigh, and the two of you lay panting together for a few moments.

“That was—I—I do feel better,” you laughed suddenly, noticing that the cramps weren’t bothering you at the moment. But when you glanced down and saw the mess that you had made, you immediately felt your cheeks grow warm.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Al whispered, drawing your attention back up to his eyes. “Just look at me. I’m gonna get you in the shower, and then I’m gonna come take care of all this, okay? I don’t care about the mess,” he reminded you, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded slowly, letting him lift you up out of bed and carry you to the bathroom. “Are you going to come shower with me when you’re done?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him.

“Of course, baby doll,” he promised.

And he did. You and Al cleaned each other from head to toe, then dried off and got ready for bed, crawling under the covers and sliding against the fresh sheets Al had put on.

“I love you so much, darling,” you whispered, resting your cheek against his chest.

Al chuckled, stroking your back lightly. “Not as much as I love you.”

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axailslink · 1 year

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HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING COULD YOU WRITE (if you have the ideas, the time and are comfortable with) SHURI X READER but reader is on her period but she gets super bad cramps on the first day? anyways like a fluffy comfort one shot? keep up the great work!! <3

Let Me Help

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: The pain of period cramps will forever strike you worst than any punch to the stomach. Shuri offers help.

Your head lays on the cold glass lab table as you hold on your stomach and whisper curses "Bast's sake please stop hurting just for a bit I have to work...just for a bit" the sharp pains continues to rattle about in your lower stomach as you gently grab at the table. Shuri takes notice of this and walks over to the table and leans down to your height "you should go home" you turn and look at her "no I have work to do and if I don't do it who will?" You can see her eyes prancing back and forth with thought before she answers "I will I'll take over you just go home there's no way you can work in pain you've already had like three pain pills." You look at her confused for a moment "you counting the pills I take?" She pauses for a moment realizing how weird that might have sounded "just looking out for you but I promise I got it from here let me take you home you should try and get some sleep instead" even with Shuri's persistent gaze you shake your head no "I can't I can't put all my work on you princess I hate leaving a mess for others to clean I can do it." Shuri finally has had enough of convincing before she comes face to face with you "how much work have you done in the past hour?" You stumble to find the words "I've uhm..." Scared she might be a little disappointed in you you stray from your answer and nod "I'll go home yeah I'll go home" she nods "c'mon" she gently pulls you up and you're stuck in place when she wraps her arm around your waist her grip strong but gentle at the same time. "Oh you don't have to come I mean my house is a mess and I can walk my legs work perfectly just like my mouth and eyes and uhm..." You realize you're rambling and stare at her which she returns before smiling flashing you with that pretty smile of hers.

"I want to help, you really don't look all too well. Your face is flushed and you're annoyed let me help please. Plus I'm sure I know some things we could try to calm those cramps down." I know some things I'd like to try oh goodness the hormones are everywhere right now they've got you thinking things you shouldn't be thinking at all. "I really can handle my own princess" Shuri groans and lets you go as soon as her hand leaves your side you groan as the feeling of nervousness leaves you and is replaced with the piercing. You wish you could tell her to put it back where it was but you smile at her and leave the lab as quickly as possible. It's got to be the hormones making you act like this making you feral or are you finally realizing how she makes you feel?

You sit in bed practically dying with the pain as it shoots through your lower abdomen, back and somehow your ass it's like God personally came down to punish you and it doesn't help that your breasts are sore. you've been sleeping for the last two hours and now that you've woken up it's like immediate pain back to back the heating pad is not doing its job and you feel so nauseous yeah this has to be some sick punishment. you had already thrown up once but you were sure if you moved too fast it could surely happen again so you just sat unmoving in the middle of the bed as if moving an inch could provoke the cramps. The sudden sounds of knocking on the door have you groaning whoever it was could come back at a later time because this was definitely not the best time. "Go away!" you shout as you hold your stomach the knocks continue and you mumble curses to yourself as you slowly and carefully get up you waddle to the door and yank it open "what do you want?" you immediately want to swallow your words as you see princess Shui standing with a bag in hand "oh princess?" she smiles awkwardly and motions her head towards the door "can I come in? I just got done with my work for the day and yours we managed to find out who tried to steal the vibranium and uhm... I'm rambling I must get that from you y/n" she chuckles as you stare at her then the bag she has in hand. "Can I come in? you never gave an answer" you nod and step away from the door so that she can enter before closing and locking the door you waddle up the stairs and back into your room as you hold your stomach you can't help but hear Shuri snickering to herself and it interests you. "what's so funny" Shuri covers her face "excuse my language but you're walking like you have something up your ass" you look back at her as your hand finds your hip "quite the opposite princess I have something up my pussy if you don't have anything that can help please stop bothering me." She places her hand on her chest and laughs "so hostile luckily for you beautiful I got a lot of things" you smile at her words not being able to keep your happiness at bay "beautiful?" she nods "yeah beautiful do you have a problem with me telling you the truth?" you approach your bed and say nothing she places the bag by your leg and starts to pull out containers and more "you about to experiment on me or something?" she laughs and glances at you "no but if you'd like me to I wouldn't mind." Is she flirting with you? The princess of Wakanda is surely flirting with you or you should definitely clean your ears and thoughts you have to be looking way too much into what she is saying. "Most reasons for very bad cramps are bad eating habits on your cycle you're really picky you eat nothing but dollar store ramen and snacks-" "you know my eating habits?" Shuri smiles at you as she hands you a container of cut-up watermelon, strawberries, and whole raspberries "yes I do you're picky it's kind of hard not to notice. I got some chamomile tea warm beverages help me so maybe it'll help you there is one more thing but I need your consent." you glance her up and down suspiciously "a massage I usually get mines professionally done but I don't like the thought of some stranger touching my friend" you nod slowly before putting two and two together "oh you want to do it?" she nods "nothing inappropriate just some gentle massaging." The thought of her long slender fingers rubbing down your frame fills your mind with too many dirt thoughts to count but you reply as your usual flirty self "you tryna find a reason to feel me up?" she laughs and grabs your hand "no if I wanted to feel you up all I would have to do is ask the smell of the oils might help your body relax is all or you could do it the old fashioned way." you look at her with a facial expression full of curiosity "have an orgasm I hear it works best" you shake your head and roll your eyes sometimes her childish side comes out it's like a jumpscare honestly.

you, of course, agree to the massage I mean c'mon who would say no to this? No one so here you are laying on your stomach sweats pulled just below your waist bra tossed somewhere else on the bed. "you're tense am I making you nervous?" you shake your head no "no it's fine just never thought I'd be in this predicament" she laughs as she sits beside you on the bed "hey love pick a scent lavender or peppermint" you're so glad she can't see your face right now because you're smiling so widely to yourself "love" goodness gracious she is being too nice today. "Peppermint just get this over with I want to sleep" more like get this over with you talking to me is making me panic and I'm trying to restrain myself from kissing you. you feel her hands slide up your back slowly causing shivers to travel down your spine her hands feel like heaven as she gently massages your shoulders down to your back and onto your waist her hands linger for a moment. "Shuri Bast's sake your hands feel amazing" she continues "you should be eating that fruit" she points out and you huff "you can't just let me enjoy myself?" she smiles and you swear you feel her kiss the middle of your back "you haven't said anything about cramping in a minute I'm guessing this is working?" you honestly hadn't thought about the cramps because you were way too worried about Shuri's hands on your lower back. "you make me forget everything I don't know anyone else who takes the time out of their day to come and help ease my cramps you're a God send honestly. I'm grateful for you," you sit up and come face to face with her not worrying about being topless or about your bloated tummy. "your shirt I could grab that for y-" you stop her panicked speaking by grabbing her face and gently pressing your lips to hers "don't worry about it thank you I am so blind of course I would find out you're attracted me on the one week I can't express just how attracted I am to you." Shuri smiles and grabs your hand from her face gently caressing it "that's cocky" you nod "maybe but I can tell I'm not wrong.

A/n: This got a bit long...I do but I hope this works up to your request I happened to make Shuri and reader friends to lovers wasn't going to but that's just the way it ended. This is unedited don't have time for that work takes up most of that time. If this did not meet your needs I will gladly rewrite it at a later date.

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Hi love! How are you?? 📸 Anon here. Could please write a blurb on comfort where reader is on their period and they're being moody. I don't really get cramps on my period, I just get a lot moody and snap at people. So I get scared that I'll end sweet and scared relationships I've build over the years with someone I'm really comfortable with. Idk if it makes sense, but I'd really like it if you write it, I going trough stuff rn 🥺Love, -📸

a/n: Hello my love! I'm a lil' tired but nothing a comfort movie and blankets can't fix<3. Of course love! whatever u want<3. I hope you feel better now, I'm sending u lots of hugs and forehead kisses. I got a little Sirius biased at the end... Just cuz I know u love him sm<3

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"Pup, are you in there?" The sudden knock on the bathroom cubicle makes you jolt.

"Y—Yeah, give me a second." You reply sliding your hands over your quidditch uniform, feeling uncomfortable with the makeshift pad with toilet paper. It was no use, there was no way you could go back to the field like that.

"Are you hurt?" Sirius sounds worried, as he leans his shoulder in the bathroom door. "I know James can go overboard sometimes with practice. If you want I can tell him—."

"Is fine!' You snap, impulsively. "I promise, Sirius, I'm fine." The words were slightly harsher than intended, and you instantly regret talking to one of your boyfriends that way. "Shit—, I'm sorry." You open the cubicle door just to find yourself alone in the girl's bathroom.

"Great, now he's mad at me." You rub your face annoyed. Looking at your reflection, you raise your middle finger to yourself. "Can't believe I got my damn period while flying, fuck."

The walk back to your dorm was uncomfortable as hell, the headache of the physical exhaustion of James's long-ass practices and having to dodge Sirius's lethal bludgers were making your arms and legs hurt, plus, the constant anxiety of staining your uniform was so stressful. Inside the common room, you see Remus and Lily chatting about the last prefect meeting, who greet you with a small smile and a wave. Remus, the sweet boyfriend he is excuses himself to walk towards you.

"How was practice, love?" He kisses your forehead and you try your best to smile.

"Great, I'm just tired, m'gonna go take a shower." Remus frowns at your lack of excitement, you adored quidditch practice with James and Sirius, who speaking of...

"Where are the other two?" Remus's hand cups your face, noticing your bad mood. "Something happened? Was James too brusque again? I already told him to take it easy, is just practice. Or Sirius was bothering you again?"

You loved how they took care of you, how attentive and thoughtful your boyfriends could be, but the hormones, the headache, the 4 hours of sleep you had last night... "Remus I'm fine, I'm not made of glass, you know?" Ugh, the disgusting sensation of your body literally throwing up blood made you shiver. "Just because I'm not as good as James is flying, or I'm not as strong as Sirius, I—."

"There she is." Speaking of the devil. Storming into the common room, James and Sirius finally reach you, James is holding your broom and his, and Sirius is holding his and a small plastic bag. "When I returned to the bathroom you weren't there, pup. I asked Marlene and she said you walked back to the common room."

"How are you feeling?" James is quick to hold your hand, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Do you need anything? we brought you chocolate. We know it makes you feel better."

"How did you?—" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. "How?"

"Darling, every time it happens, you get all moody and is obvious that you're easily annoyed." Sirius chuckled. "I kind of figured it out when you snapped at me, but I did the math and it makes sense, you know."

"So that's why you almost scream at me?" Remus teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I didn't scream at you." The pout you give him only makes him laugh. "I'm sorry, I know this is no excuse for my bad mood, but it's really fucking uncomfortable when I'm flying. "

"Don't worry, pretty girl." James joins the hug, kissing your nose lovingly. "Let us know for the next time, and if you don't want to go to practice, is fine."

"Why don't you tell me is fine to skip practice?" Sirius glares at James, stabbing him with his grey eyes.

"Because you're not a pretty girl, you just look like one."

After a shower, you're now comfortably laying under the covers of Sirius's bed, biting on a piece of dark chocolate. Sirius kisses your forehead, loving how cute you look right now, hair damp and sticking to the sides of your face, wearing his shirt and your legs crossed with his. "feeling better, pup?" He asks, this time kissing your lips, tasting the chocolate.

"Much better." You smile, snuggling into his arms.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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I wanna know how Manon reacts to reader randomly getting her period🥺my week has been shit and I really need the fluff😭luv u

Messes and Apologies

A/N: Awh darling! I hope things have been looking up for you. Luv you boo! Hope this little fic makes your day a bit better :)

CW: None? Mentions nudity and blood, bc, ya know, periods

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When you woke, you could tell that while it may be morning, it was far too early for anyone to be awake. It was still dark outside, and you would have assumed it was the middle of the night had it not been for the chirping birds in the distance.

You and Manon had forgotten to close the window the night before, and a faint chill filled the room. You shivered at the breeze, and immediately winced as the movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen. You furrowed your brows a bit, curious as to why your stomach was beginning to ache. You were naked, Manon, too, due to your... activities the night before. Had she been a bit rougher than usual, is that the reason for the ache? No, not really, she'd actually been a bit on the gentler side. Were you getting sick? That couldn't be it, nothing else felt bad.

You moved to turn to your side, having been lain on your back with Manon's arms wrapped around you, when you felt it. Slick, between your thighs, and again, that deep ache in your lower belly flared through you.

Your heart sank, and you could feel the blood drain from your face.

Damnit, I thought I wasn't due for another week? You cursed yourself, usually you're always prepared. It had been so, so long since your cycle had caught you by surprise.

Immediately, you thought about Manon, your girlfriend laying right beside you. Your flow was always heavy, and if it was already running down your thighs, it had surely made its way to the sheets.

Manon did not care for mess. She was dirty in some ways, sure. In bed, for starters, and she never cared about blood when she was out in the field. But what would she think about this? Your cycle, ruining the sheets in the early morning, disturbing your rest, when Manon finally had a few days off after working and training so hard.

Manon was grumpy when disturbed from her sleep, and sometimes, downright mean if there wasn't a good reason for her to be woken up.

First, you needed to get up and clean yourself. But, you needed to change the sheets before it got too messy, or before, gods forbid, Manon were to accidentally roll over into it, or something. But that would require waking Manon up, and that was something you absolutely did not want to do. Truly, you felt guilty, she's been working so hard, and after a night of love making, you know she needed to sleep.

It didn't take long for the ache in your belly to worsen from dread, and your heart began hammering in your chest.

Slowly, you peeled Manon's arm up from where it was still across your waist, and you backed up to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over and rising to your feet. A candle was gently burning on the other side of the room, nearly gone, but in the dim light, you could see that you had, in fact, bled onto the sheets.

There was... a lot. Way more than you had anticipated. You had likely started it hours ago and had been bleeding all damn night. There was a sizable stain, and you could feel it begin to trickle down your legs now that you were standing. You hunched over at the cramps, and you truly didn't know if the tears gathering in your eyes were from the pain or the embarrassment. Likely, it's both.

You softly pad around the bed, careful to not make heavy steps, when you stop suddenly at the sound of Manon's small grunt. You look over at her, and she's adjusting to rest on her back, her face contorted in frustration.

If you weren't so upset, you'd take a moment to admire the fact that she obviously sensed when you weren't with her, and she didn't like it.

When it's clear that she hasn't woken up, you continue making your way to the bathroom.

In the brightly lit room, you let your tears fall. Your inner thighs are bright red, and your stomach hurts, like a dagger in your gut, twisting and moving in and out. While you have the supplies to clean up, your underwear and clothes are in the bedroom, as well as any rags you'd be able to use to absorb your cycle. Manon had picked some more up during your last cycle, but you hadn't needed them yet, and so they weren't in the bathroom.

You groan in frustration, turning the sink on briefly to splash your face, and to wet a rag. You sit on the edge of the large bathtub, careful not to get it messy, and begin wiping down your legs.

It's difficult to see through the blurriness of tears, they fall slowly and gently, cooling your flushed face. Every second you spend in the bathroom is a second you avoid dealing with the sheets, another second you avoid having to wake Manon. And truthfully, you're less worried about her anger than you are your own embarrassment. While your and Manon's relationship isn't new, this is the first time an accident like this has happened. You just feel so... guilty.

Once your thighs are cleaned, you rise on shaky legs, and deposit the rag in the dirty laundry basket. Again, you splash your face, hoping it conceals the fact that you're crying when you wake Manon.

You turn the light out before leaving in an effort to not wake her too soon, and quietly, you return to your shared bedroom. You retrieve the candle from the dresser and place it on the table next to Manon's side of the bed.

You're still naked, legs clamped closed to prevent any more mess, and you opt to not sit on the side of the bed for fear of staining it even further.

Gently, you place a hand on Manon's bare shoulder, and give a gentle push. Her brows furrow, and she lets out a small puff of air, but she doesn't wake up.

Again, you shake her shoulder, and this time, you softly call her name. "Manon?" you whisper, shaking her for a third and final time. Her eyes fly open, and she's looking at you in confusion for a brief moment before she's sitting up, she sheet falling away to expose her naked chest. She doesn't care, though, immediately grabbing your arms and looking you over.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice is a bit groggy with sleep, but the concern is evident.

And for some reason, it brings the tears all over again.

Manon is instantly climbing out of bed, standing at your height. She bends her head down to look you in the eye, her grip on your upper arms tightening.

"Y/N, what the fuck happened?" Her tone is harsh, not out of anger, but out of worry.

You squeeze your eyes shut, refusing to look into her gaze. She goes to speak again before she stops herself, looking around the room, even more confused.

"I smell blood, are you hurt?"

You shake your head 'no,' and she gives you a firm shake. "Damnit, Y/N, what's happened? Tell me!"

You take a deep breath, and finally, meet her eyes. "I-I'm really sorry Manon..."

She growls, baring her teeth. "Sorry for what? Tell me what's going on right now, Y/N, you're freaking me ou-"

"I got my cycle!" You rush out, lowering your head so that you don't have to see her disappointment and aggravation.

"What?" She asks, tone much calmer now.

"I-I got my cycle... I made a mess of the sheets, I'm sorry. I-I think it came early, or I didn't do a good job of tracking it... I'm sorry Manon. I'm sorry I had to wake you up, but the sheets..."

Manon turns to look over her shoulder, at the mess that you speak of. She turns back to you, to your eyes that are still staring at your feet.

She places a finger below your chin, tilting your gaze up.

Surprisingly, her face looks... soft. She doesn't look angry at all. She wipes the tears from your face. "That's what you're upset about? Some stupid sheets?"

"I had to wake you up..." you trail off, only continuing when Manon looks at you like she's waiting for you to make a point. "I-I just... I know you're tired... so, I'm sorry."

She scoffs, like she can't believe you'd even say that. "I don't care about losing sleep. I don't care about the damn sheets. I care about you. I care about why my girlfriend's up before the sun is, crying her eyes out and bleeding." She shakes her head in disapproval. "You scared me, baby."

You breathe out a sigh of relief. She isn't angry, or upset. A bit frazzled, maybe, but all is well. "I didn't mean to, I'm sor-"

"No more apologies," Manon is firm, and you nod your head to signal that you won't apologize again, not for something you can't control.

She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Do you feel alright?"

You shrug. "I'm okay, my stomach just hurts."

She hums, and pulls you in for a hug, running her hands up and down your naked back. "My poor baby," she says, and you huff a laugh, pinching her side.

She jumps, and gives you a playful scowl. "I didn't say that to tease you, you know. I don't like when you're in pain."

You give her a soft smile, and a quick peck to her lips.

"Did you already get cleaned up?" She asks, and you nod, to her disappointment. "You should have woken me up right away, I could have taken care of you."

Though Manon's said plenty of romantic things to you throughout your relationship, it still makes your heart flutter every time. Manon's favorite way of showing how much she loves you is by taking care of you, when you're injured or ill. It doesn't surprise you that she wants to now.

"Do you want to take a hot bath while I change the sheets, and I'll get you some clothes and supplies?" She asks, already guiding you back towards the bathroom.

"You don't mind? I can clean my own mess, Manon, really. I know you're tired."

"I can go back to sleep when I know you're comfortable and in bed with me."

And, because you just adore her, you stop her in her tracks and pull her in for a loving kiss. She's surprised at first, but wastes no time kissing you back, caressing your arms and back.

"I love you, Manon, thank you."

She bumps her nose against yours, "I love you, too."

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kingofjohto · 2 years

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Pairing: Will Byers X M! Adopted Harrington reader

Description: You only really knew of Will Byers and his friends through your adoptive older brother Steve, but one thing was for sure, you liked him. After noticing them in the Hospital while visiting a friend, and getting attacked by a strange flesh monster, you’re quickly roped into the upside down antics of the party, and some feelings bubble up in a life or death situation.

Word count: 2.9k

Note: I got a bit carried away with the length of this one, so I tried to summarize some of the parts that everyone already knows, specifically the Dustin and Suzie scene. Also the fic does mention the scene where Eleven had the mind flayer worm in her leg, but I wrote it the best I could so it wasn’t too descriptive. I really hope you all enjoy this one!

I’ll Protect You With Everything I Am.

It all happened so fast. It felt like only moments ago you were all sitting around Eleven, waiting in anticipation as she sat and concentrated on Billy. Now, you were all standing behind Max as she took the lead on patching the wound on Eleven. Lucas suddenly dumped out the contents of his backpack on the floor, laying the random assortment of trinkets out.

“Does anything here help?” Lucas asked.

“No! Now, go get some towels… and a washcloth.” Max barked.

You, Lucas, and Will all sat there for a second, before Max turned around and glared at all three of you.

“Go!” She hissed.

The three of you got it together and quickly turned around to go search the store's isles.

“Ugh, there’s no bowls here!” Lucas groaned.

“We just gotta keep looking.” you reassured him.

“Y/n, we might as well be looking for something we can fight the mind flayer with. Something like…” Lucas’s voice trailed off.

The three of you stumbled upon what seemed to be a gold mine. The fourth of July fireworks were stacked up neatly, on display.

“Oh… my… god. These are-”

“Not bowls. Or washcloths.” Max said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“No, but these bad boys here, 5 of them are enough to rival even the strength of dynamite.” Lucas marveled at the giant fireworks.

“So you're going to fight the giant meat monster that almost killed us… with fireworks?” Max said, annoyed.

“It’s probably our best bet at the moment.” You said.

“No, Eleven is our best bet. Stop wasting time, and get the damn bowls.” Max hissed.

As Lucas began packing as many fireworks as he could into a cart, you and Will split off to grab the items Max requested.

“Hey Will?” You whispered as you reached for the bowl on the high shelf.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“It's just that… there’s something I wanted to ask you.” You said.

“Will! Y/n! I need that bowl!” Max yelled from across the store.

“Right!” Will yelled back, then looked back to you, “Sorry, let's talk about it once this is all over, ok?”

“Right.” You said, handing him the bowl.

You couldn’t help but look at him as he walked away towards the aisle where El was resting. You let out a sigh and sat there for a moment, looking down at your feet. All you wanted was for him to look back.

“Dustin?! Dustin, do you copy!?” You heard Mike yell from the other side of the store.

You jumped at the mention of his name, because if Dustin is anywhere, so is he. Steve. You rushed to the aisle where Mike and El were, and everyone else had gathered there as well.

“Was that really Dustin? Did he say anything about Steve?” You asked.

“No, I could barely hear them, we must be out of range.” Mike sighed.

“I can do it.” Eleven said.

“El-”

Eleven promptly cut Mike off.

“I can do it.” she said sternly.

Mike looked at her, and sighed.

“Alright. I trust you.” Mike said.

Once Eleven had finally located Dustin, the group packed into Nancy’s car and you were soon off towards the Starcourt mall. It was a pretty cramped car ride, with Mike, Eleven, and Max in the far back, and You, Will, and Lucas in the middle. Mike and El were in their own little world, as per usual. Lucas and Max were still bickering about the fireworks. You looked over at Will, and you could see the look of anxiety on his face.

“You alright Will?” you whispered to him amongst the chaos in the car.

“Yeah it's just that… well I can still feel him. I just hope we can make it out this time.” he muttered.

“Don’t worry, if it comes down to it, we always have El.” You reassured him.

“Yeah but, what if we don't? What if something happens to us?” he shuddered.

“Listen, don't worry. I mean, I have the least experience with this whole monster crazy mirror dimension stuff, but I’m sure we can do this.” you tried to reassure him again.

“I just… I don't want anyone to get hurt.” Will sighed.

“Well… neither of us can guarantee that. But I promise you I won't let that thing touch you.” you said.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Thank you for that, Y/n.” Will said.

You felt a smile crawl across your face.

“Anytime.”

Neither of you had any idea what you were truly up against.

Soon, you all arrived at the theater entrance to the mall, and rushed in. As you reached the balcony of the mall you looked down and saw Dustin, Robin, Steve, and Erica rush to hide behind the counter of the Cookie shop in the mall food court, as well as strangely dressed men. You signaled for everyone to come over to the balcony, and that's when you saw the guns the men were holding. You looked at El and she looked back and nodded. She stepped up to the balcony and reached her hand down towards the car. The car's alarm went off, alerting the men of their presence, but it was already too late. El threw the car across the room and it crushed the three men.

“Damn.” you winced.

“Yeah. It’s a bit hard to get used to.” Lucas chuckled.

The group ran to the nearest staircase and met up with Dustin's group on the ground floor.

“Man have I missed you guys.” Dustin said, running up to hug Mike and Eleven.

“We missed you too.” Mike said, “but we’ve had a lot going on.”

“Really? Try being stuck in a russian secret base for 24 hours.” Dustin said.

“Those damn russians.” Erica scoffed.

“Erica what are you even doing here?” Lucas said.

“Blame them! They were the ones who made me do this.” Erica said, pointing to Steve and Robin.

“She's right, it’s our fault.” Steve apologized.

“Is anyone gonna tell them about the 20 foot flesh monster that just tried to kill us?” You said from the back of the group.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“It's a really long and convoluted story, one minute i'm visiting my friend in the hospital the next second he melts into a flesh beast, tries to kill you, fuses with another flesh monster, falls into a sewer, and suddenly there's a god damn mirror dimension and monsters and super powered experiment girls.” You blurted out, “but I'm fine. And I'm here now.”

“Ok can someone explain what he's talking about?” Steve said.

“The mind flayer. It's back.” Will said.

“... Shit.” Steve said.

“God dammit! Of course it’s the goddamn flayer again!” Dustin yelled.

“Ok… is no one gonna ask why there were Russians? I’m still a bit stuck on the russians.” Max said.

“I’m still stuck on the fact that the car just flew around the room.” Robin stuttered.

“Eleven has super powers.” You quickly chimed in.

“Yeah, catch up Robin.” Steve said.

“Basically, there are evil Russians under the mall trying to open the gate for god knows what reason. We infiltrated their base and got stuck, but they've got really advanced tech down there.” Dustin explained.

“Right, and on our side, The mind flayer that was stuck inside Will came back and made a body out of human insides just to kill El, and it attacked us inside of Hopper's cabin.” Mike explained.

“This day literally cannot get any worse.” you sighed.

That was when you heard a thud behind you. You all quickly turned to see El on the floor,

“Shit.” You murmured.

“El!” Mike yelled, rushing to her side.

Everyone else followed suit and surrounded Eleven, who was screaming in pain. You all looked around trying to see what the issue was, when you saw it. Something moving, squirming around inside her leg.

“Ewwwww, what is that!?” Erica blurted out.

“Oh god.” Dustin gagged at the sight.

“Keep her talking! Keep her awake until I get back!” Jonathan said, getting up and running towards the food court.

As you all waited for Jonathan, Eleven began drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Shit, shit! Turn her over a bit.” Mike said.

You and Nancy helped lift Eleven up as she cried out, when Jonathan came back with a knife.

“Here, bite down on this.” Jonathan said.

“Holy shit.” You accidentally blurted out as you knew what Jonathan was gonna do.

You quickly looked away and tuned it all out. Yeah you’d seen a lot in the last 24 hours, but this!? This was too much. You could still hear as Jonathan began to attempt and pull the creature out of Eleven's leg, until she yelled for him to stop.

“I can do it.” She said between pants.

She began yelling as she pulled the flesh worm out using her powers, and threw it to the side. That was when you noticed Hopper, Joyce, and a weird, but slightly familiar old guy behind them.

The group had split up for a bit to talk to their families as Hopper began gearing up to go into the underground russian base and the rest of you prepared to get out of there. You were sitting alone, until Steve sat next to you.

“Hey Y/n.” he said.

“Hi.” You muttered.

“I guess it’s all kinda hitting you now huh?” he said.

You nodded.

“Well, I’m not too good at this whole ‘big brother’ thing, but hang in there. Trust me, it gets easier to come to terms with.” Steve said.

“I know. I mean, it's not just that. I’ve mostly gotten over the whole multi-dimensional demon monster shit.” You said.

“So then, what's up?” Steve asked.

You slowly looked up and looked towards Will, who was hugging his mom.

“Oohhhh. Oh! Oh, wow that explains a lot.” Steve said.

You shot him a look and then rolled your eyes.

“I don't know. I just… I hate seeing him so stressed.” you said.

“Well. When you're at the center of this, or even close to it… it can be pretty damn stressful. But all you gotta do is be there.” Steve encouraged you.

“Right.” You said, “But I'm not leaving you this time, I’m going to weatherpoint with you guys.”

“That's like, the opposite of what I just said!” Steve exaggerated.

“Yeah well, they’ll be safe at the old dude's house. I have a bone to pick with that monster.” you said.

Soon, you were on your way to Cerebro with Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Erica. Once you got there, Dustin was routinely checking in with Hoppers group, but you weren't paying attention to that. Your eyes were focused on the mall. That was when you noticed.

“Guys… the mall.” you said.

Everyone quickly ran over to you and saw exactly what you saw. The lights were flickering violently, just like in the hospital.

“Shit.” Steve said.

You all ran to the radio as Dustin called in.

“Griswold Family this is Scoop Troop do you copy! Over. Griswold Family-”

Dustin's voice was cut off by a violent shriek, the same shriek you heard when the Mind Flayer attacked at Hoppers Cabin. Without even thinking, you bolted back towards the car.

“Hey! Y/n! Dammit.” Steve shouted, chasing after you.

“Wait! Where are you going!” Erica yelled.

“To get them out of there!” Steve yelled, “Stay here, contact the others!”

“Shit, wait for me!” Robin shouted as she also began running towards the car.

“Robin, wait! Take this, keep in contact!” Dustin said, throwing her a

Soon you guys pulled into the parking lot, and you quickly scanned the area.

“There!” You said, pointing to the Wheelers car.

Nancy was standing outside of it, pointing a gun towards another car. The other car suddenly started driving forward, straight towards Nancy.

“Shit! Grab onto something!” Steve shouted.

He hit the gas and began racing towards the car. You held onto the seat as you crashed directly into the other car, stopping it before it crashed into Nancy. The three of you sat there for a moment, recovering from the impact.

“You guys ok?” Steve asked.

“Ask me tomorrow.” Robin said.

“No.” You answered.

That was when you saw it. The same monster that attacked you in Hoppers cabin, perched on top of the mall.

“Shit, we gotta go!” You yelled, unbuckling your seatbelt.

The Wheelers car quickly pulled up next to you.

“Get in, now!” Nancy yelled.

The back seat door flung open and you climbed in, while Robin and Steve climbed in the back. You looked around and saw Jonathan, Nancy, Lucas, and Will.

“Where is everyone else!?” You asked.

“Back at the mall, we're leading this thing away.” Jonathan said.

You looked next to you and saw Will. He was visibly shaken up from the experience he just had. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“You alright?” you asked.

“Yeah… just a bit… ya know.” He muttered.

“Yeah. I know.” You replied.

After the Mind flayer turned around, Jonathan quickly turned the vehicle around and rushed towards the mall. The plan was simple: use the fireworks to stall for as much time as possible. You all quickly unloaded the fireworks and entered in from the theater. You split up into three groups, Will and Lucas, Jonathan and Nancy, and Robin, Steve, and you. As you all ran to your positions, you looked down and saw Eleven being pinned down by Billy.

“Shit, hurry!” you whispered.

As you all got into position, you threw the first firework.

“Flay this you piece of shit!” Lucas yelled as he threw another firework at the beast.

You all threw as many fireworks as you could, but it was no use, they ran out faster than you all anticipated, and the Mind Flayer was pissed. It slowly stood back up and looked at Will and Lucas.

“Shit, shit!” Lucas began yelling.

You looked at Will, and then back to Steve. He started to shake his head but it was too late, you had already made up your mind. You sprinted as fast as you could towards Will, and in that moment it was like time had slowed down. You could see the Mind Flayer ready one of its tentacles, and you got ready. As it shot out its tentacle directly towards Will, you reached out as best as you could to block it. You could feel it pierce through the left side of your back as you shielded Will with your body. The pain was unbearable, but in the moment, it was worth it. It quickly retracted its tentacle to focus on Eleven, but all you could focus on was the look on Will's face as you fell to the ground.

“Shit, Y/n!” Lucas yelled.

“Why did you do that!” Will shouted at you.

“I told you… didn't I. I told you I wouldn't let that thing touch you.” You said, wincing at the pain.

Will kneeled next to you as your blood slowly pooled around you.

“You didn’t have to-”

You cut him off, “I’ll always protect the people I love most. I know this is the shittiest time to confess something like this, but I really do love you, Will.” You laughed.

“It’s okay.” Will cried, “Don’t worry, once this is all over, we’ll go to the arcade or something, just me and you.”

“Yeah. I'd like that.” you whispered, slowly growing tired.

“Hey… Y/n. Y/n!” You could hear Will calling for you as you slowly faded away.

You could hear a faint murmuring noise as you slowly opened your eyes in a small, white room. Your head was pounding, and you back, god your back hurt like hell. As your eyes began to focus, you realized you were laying on your side. You slowly sat up and looked around.

“H-hello?” you tried to say. Your voice was weak, but the murmur in the background stopped.

The white sheet surrounding your hospital bed was quickly pulled back, revealing Steve and Will, who both had a bewildered look on their face.

“Oh shit.” Steve gasped.

“Yn! You’re okay!” Will exclaimed, rushing to your side.

“I don’t feel okay.” You sighed.

“Well, the mind flayer got you good. But apparently everything was fine, cuz you got this thing called…. Um..” Steve explained.

“It's called Dextrocardia, basically your heart is on your right side, and not your left. If it wasn't, well…” Will trailed off.

“Your heart would've went kapoosh.” Steve said, creating an explosion with his hands.

You laughed a bit at your brother's usual humorous personality, and so did Will.

“Alright, I’ll give you two a moment alone while I go tell the others.” Steve said, shooting you a quick wink and a thumbs up.

You nodded back and then turned to Will.

“So, are we still on for that one on one arcade session? Or, maybe you could come over to my house and we can make up a campaign or somethi-”

“Y/n, whatever we do, I don't care what it is. I just want to spend time with you.” Will blurted out.

You were a bit stunned at his boldness at first, and he quickly became flustered. You chuckled a bit.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” You said with a smile.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #will byers x reader #will byers #will byers x male reader #will byers x male!reader

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downforthegas · 20 days

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Little drabble I've thought of writing for a while... Wa//lly is hanging out with Ba//rn//aby, and farts in front of him for the first time... teasing ensues

CW: farts (obviously), teasing/humiliation

Barn and Wally are hanging out at Barn's house. Barn has a nice, big bed (bc of course he does) so him and Wally are able to comfortably rest on it together. Barn's sitting upright against the headboard, while Wally is lying on his stomach, just listening to his best friend. He's cuddling up against a bone-shaped pillow, a favorite of Barn's many pillows that cover the bed. He's resting his head against the top and the bottom is getting squeezed gently between his thighs.

"So I says," Barnaby started. "and then he disappeared without a tres! eheheheheheh!"

"Ha. ha. ha. That's funny, Barnaby."

"Aw, thanks pal. You're always lookin out for me."

"Well... it's what friends do... I think."

Barnaby laughs again. He continued talking and Wally continued to listen. He wasn't much for talking, so he was a great listener. This time, however, he could hardly focus. No, he wasn't disassociating like usual. At least, he wasn't trying to, but something was making him. His tummy was starting to ache. He could feel little bubbles shifting around inside of him. Clearly the chili dogs him and Barnaby had earlier were not sitting well. Barn seemed completely fine, being used to foods like that, but Wally didn't eat chili regularly so his tummy wasn't working well with it.

Wally knew what it was. He knew he was full of gas, and that he had to get it out now. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be rude, but with the way he was positioned, with his stomach against the pillow and his legs spread slightly, it was kinda hard. It was no use fighting it. He relaxed a little and pushed out a silent, airy fart. It had to have gone on for 30 seconds straight. He felt his belly deflate and shrink as the warm air rushed out of him, into the open air and against Barn's pillow. The seat of his pants slowly warmed up as well, which admittedly felt really good, almost as good as the cramps disappearing from his midsection. He let out a slight sigh when it was over.

Then the smell hit Barn.

Wally didn't think the fart would have a smell, but then he smelled it himself. He was hoping Barn wouldn't say anything about it but-

"Whoooo!" Barnaby fanned his nose with his huge mitt. He was in the middle of talking about what Howdy was rambling about when a smell of rotten apples mixed with chili hit his nose and stopped him. "Jeez, what's that smell?"

"Oh." Wally's face was faintly orange. Hopefully he wouldn't know that was him. "Uh... I'm... not... sure..."

Barn could tell Wally was being a little suspicious. He knew a little teasing wouldn't be so bad.

"Heh. Maybe a skunk just walked past the house."

Wally's face got more orange. "Uh... maybe..."

"Actually, the egg salad in my fridge prolly went off now that I think about it." He was grinning ear to ear.

The flush on Wally's face grew to his ears. "That has to be it..."

"Oh, I know. I think something died under the house."

Wally's stomach turned as he shoved his face into the pillow. "It doesn't smell that bad!" He said into the pillow, hoping Barn wouldn't hear.

"Oh I don't know, pal," Barn continued. "I think I saw a few flowers die outside... and the paint's pealing over there... oh, I know! Maybe it's coming from you!"

Wally lifted his head, his eyes pointing downward as if he were angry and his face still orange. "Not... at... all..." Just as he said this, he accidentally push a little audible fart into the pillow. it was still muffled but both Wally and Barn could hear. Wally shoved his face back into the pillow as Barn chuckled.

"Fine... it... was... me..."

"Heh. Sorry, buddy. I kinda knew it was you."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd tease you a little, but I didn't think you'd take it so hard. Sorry bout that."

"Oh, it's ok," Wally said as he sat up, still sitting on the pillow. "I didn't mean to... do that... my stomach was hurting so bad... I felt like I was gonna explode... I tried to hold it but-"

"Aw, don't worry about it. I actually thought it was kinda cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah. hehe. I didn't think you could make a smell like that..." He looked over and finally realized what Wally was sitting on. He didn't seem too pleased. "...and against my favorite pillow too."

Just then Barnaby's stomach growled. He held his mitt against it in discomfort.

"Ughh!" Barn said. "I think I had too much chili." He gently lifted himself slightly off the bed and blasted a loud, long bubbling fart against the blanket. It vibrated the bed violently for a solid 10 seconds. Barn sighed and waved his mitt.

"Phew!" He exclaimed. "That's better!"

"Wow Barn..." He waved the stink away from his face. It was a little unbearable. He had never heard Barn fart before and now he never wanted to again. "That was..."

"Huge? I know." Barn said. "But we're best friends. If you wanna fart around me, go ahead. It's natural."

"You're right..." Wally said, releasing another silent toot against the pillow, this time however, the hissing of the fart was loud enough to hear, which made Wally blush a little.

"Hey! That's my pillow!" Barn exclaimed.

"Ha. Ha. Ha... ok then... have it back..." He took the pillow out from underneath him and flung the back of it into Barn's face.

"Eww, Buddy!" He laughed. Then he took the blanket that was underneath his butt and threw it on top of Wally, who retched right before pulling the blanket off, his hair coming undone.

"That was gross..." Wally said, smiling even though he got a face full of butt fumes.

"Heheheheh! Serves you right!" The two laughed. Deep down, despite how embarrassed Wally was, he was really happy. Because now he knew he could be fully comfortable around his best friend.

Phew, uh... I've been wanting to write this for a while. I know I've been posting a lot of WH eprocto stuff, but this is what happens when two interests combine. I can't just keep it to myself... that would be selfish lol

#eproctophilia #playfellowxxx #gassyfellowxxx #eprocto #fart kink #gassy #farts #farting #guy fart #gassy guy

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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Cramp

I ran my hands over his slick, muscular back and down to the waistband of his pants. I put my hands inside and down into his underwear, kneading his impossibly hard ass and pulling him into me more urgently. He was humping into me now with great strength, mashing into my body and pushing into my groin. His weight was squeezing my dick between us, occasionally putting intense, wonderful pressure on my balls, causing me to moan and squeal into his mouth.

I love running. I try to run every day, if my schedule allows it. Being out in nature in fresh air, powered just by the muscles in my body, is very peaceful and healing. And that runner’s high! That jolt of endorphins that courses through my body a few minutes into a long run helps propel me through the entire time and even helps keep me calm and grounded the rest of the day. And it also keeps my body tight and my butt sculpted…

This day was a day to forget. I had a rough time in the Bio lab - we were breeding fruit flies for genetics and sorting and counting them to determine the inheritance of their traits. A big group of the flies died, so we had to start over. And I tilted my tray at lunch and spilled soup all over my pants. I was really looking forward to getting out and going for a long run to sort the day out and get back to my mental base, so I could start over tomorrow.

I decided to go out into the rural area around our campus and just be away from everything, which is just what I needed today. It was a couple of miles through the suburbs before I got into the country, but the rolling hills and farms that dotted the landscape were so calm and quiet. It let me figuratively (and literally) yell out my stresses.

I was about an hour into my run and was a few miles away from campus, so I was figuring that I should start to make the turn and work my way back when I got a huge cramp in my leg. It happens every once in a while, and I can usually just run it out. Stress can make it worse, and today was the perfect day to add to it. I tried to run it off, then walk it off, but I could barely move. Fuuuuck. Here I was out in the middle of nowhere and could barely walk. Fucking perfect. I sat down on a boulder along the road and tried to massage the cramp out, but it wasn’t working that well. I knew that I shouldn’t sit too long, since it could make it worse, but it hurt so damned bad.

I was on that rock for about 15 minutes when a truck approached and slowed as they got close. Maybe they could help me get back to campus?

I stood and slowly went over to the truck and looked in the passenger window to find two soldiers in the army, both in their ACUs and berets. I saw the passenger had a medical emblem on his beret patch, so maybe he knew something that could help!

“Hey! Y’all are the first to drive by in forever!”

“Hey little dude. Are you ok?”

“I am out running and have a huge cramp in my leg that won’t work itself out.”

“Oh man, that sucks. Do you want a ride back to town? Where do you live?”

“I’m at school there and live in the dorms. That would be awesome! Thank you so much.”

They were both sexy as hell, but I was truly more in pain than I was horny at the moment. The passenger had pretty green eyes and a nice smile, and he looked tall, sitting in the seat of the truck. The driver was more of a bulldog with a shit-eating grin on his face and dark eyes. The passenger got out, and he was tall - taller than me by a few inches. He opened the back door of the truck and helped me get in, then he went around and got in the other side.

I settled into the bench seat in the back with my left leg extended and resting on the seat. The passenger introduced himself as Cole, and his friend was Hunter. They were stationed at the nearby army base. Cole was a medic, and Hunter was in the infantry. Hunter took off and was headed back to town, and Cole asked me if he could do anything to help me out.

“Thanks, but the ride is perfect. I would've been stuck out there forever if you guys hadn’t come by!”

“It's a good thing we went out there today. We were looking at a place to go fishing this weekend a friend told us about.”

“Oh cool! That sounds fun. Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My leg cramped up again. Fuck, that hurts!”

“Here, let me look at it.” He took off his uniform top and was in his t-shirt then reached over and ran a hand slowly up my left leg until he reached mid-thigh when I winced and pulled away some. He held there and slowly moved his warm hand over my thigh, trying to find the knot to work out. He found something and paused over it, the pain causing my leg to twitch and shiver, while he began to push and knead at the spot. It slowly started to feel better, and my leg relaxed under his persistent pressure.

He could tell I was relaxing and looked up at my face, a smile and relaxed look replacing the pain and worry that was there. While holding eye contact with me, he ran his hand slowly up the inside of my thigh until his fingers touched the bottom of my running shorts. He paused, still looking at my eyes that were darting back and forth between his hand and his eyes, before working his fingers under the band and continuing to advance up my thigh until they made contact with my ball sac. I relaxed further and slid down in the seat, pushing my groin down into his hand. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and grabbed my dick from the outside, squeezing and slowly jacking the length over my silky short material.

I moaned quietly and looked up at the front, seeing Hunter staring at us through the rearview mirror. Cole reached up and hooked the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down slowly as I raised my ass up off the seat. I always run commando, since my shorts have a lining in them, so I was soon naked on the back seat with Cole rubbing my leg again. He took off his shirt, revealing pale, hairless skin with sun-tanned arms and well-defined muscles on his chest and shoulders. It was clear he got built by work and not sculpting in the gym, and it made him hot as fuck. I leaned forward and ran my hands over his shoulders and chest, his firm muscles not yielding to my touch at all. He leaned toward me and brought his face closer to mine, rubbing his nose against mine before kissing me on the lips. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me and getting into the kiss. He spread my lips with his tongue and ran it over my teeth, fighting with my tongue for space inside my mouth. While we were kissing, I glanced up to see Hunter watching us again through the mirror. He kept driving, but I noticed we weren’t headed to campus any longer.

Cole pushed me over, and I leaned back against the seat and the door, my body stretched out. He came over on top of me, still in his uniform pants and boots. Our chests joined, spreading the sweat between us while we continued to kiss. I was as hard as a rock, and I could feel Cole’s dick through his thick pants, pushing into mine while we made out in the back. I ran my hands over his slick, muscular back and down to the waistband of his pants. I put my hands inside and down into his underwear, kneading his impossibly hard ass and pulling him into me more urgently. He was humping into me now with great strength, mashing into my body and pushing into my groin. His weight was squeezing my dick between us, occasionally putting intense, wonderful pressure on my balls, causing me to moan and squeal into his mouth.

I brought my hands out of his pants and wrapped them around his back, pulling him against me tightly. At the same time, I wrapped my legs around him, my spasming muscle warm and calm. I used my heels as spurs and pushed him into me firmly, causing him to hump into me stronger. He pulled away, and for a brief moment I was hanging off of him before I let go and fell back to the seat. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping them to mid thigh and bringing his dick into my view. It was about 7.5 inches long and really thick, veins running all over the length. His balls were large and hanging down loosely in a hair-covered sac.

I reached up and grabbed it, using both hands to wrap around the girth and cover the length, with the deep-purple head remaining uncovered and leaking pre-cum down onto my fingers. I jacked the length a few times, milking more pre-cum from inside and coating the head. He grabbed my hands off of his dick and held both of my wrists above my head then aimed his dick at my twitching hole with his other hand. He pushed forward and his slick head came in contact with my entrance, and after several pushes and moments to pause, he breached my sphincter and entered my body. He held still with his head just inside and looked me in the eyes intently, his nose flaring with each breath.

I wrapped my legs around him again and tried to pull him into me, but he held still, staring into my eyes with just the tip of his dick inside me. My ass was twitching around him, trying to pull him further inside, but he continued to hold still. He held my arms over my head, and I squirmed my body, twisting around and trying to get more of him inside me. I managed to get a little bit more, so I kept squirming, trying hard to get him inside. He continued to hold still and stare into my eyes, a smirk forming on his lips as I tried and tried in vain to have some control. He leaned forward and kissed me firmly then slowly pushed inside me until he was fully inserted, lodging his dick all the way inside my hole. I squealed into his mouth and moaned as he stretched me open, my ass twitching and spasming around his girth.

After holding inside me and allowing me to get used to him, he pulled out slowly then dropped his weight back down, driving himself into me fully, his balls slapping against my ass with the force of his thrust. He then pulled out and dropped back several times, stretching me open and nearly knocking the wind out of me with each drop. I tightened my legs around him, pulling my body tight against him, with my arms still trapped above my head. We continued to make out as he thrusted into me more urgently, my body rocking back and forth as I sort of swayed off of him. I was using my legs to pull myself against him then letting go, and we worked in concert to drive his dick into me until his balls pressed against my ring before nearly coming all the way out.

I was clamping my ass around his dick with each thrust into me, and it started to get to him. His kissing became more irregular, and he was grunting and moaning into my mouth. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, grunting with each thrust into me until he pushed one last time and held tight, every muscle in my body tense and contracted to hold myself still against him. He roared and let loose 9-10 shots straight into my ass, his girth getting bigger with each spasm. After his last shot, he collapsed down onto the seat, crushing me underneath him. He stayed there for a few moments, getting his breath back to normal and his dick softening inside me. I relaxed and dropped my legs from around him as he let my wrists go to allow me hug him tightly, which we didn’t let go until Hunter announced we were on campus.

“Drew, which dorm are you in?”

“Crowe Hall, over on Ball Drive.”

Cole pulled out of me, and I contracted as tightly as I could so as to not lose any of his creamy load. He handed me my shorts, which I pulled on just as Hunter pulled up to the front of my dorm. Cole laid against the seat and didn’t make any movements to get dressed or get out, so I leaned over and gave him a big kiss, grabbing his dick and balls in my hand and squeezing very lightly, which elicited a giggle from him. I then opened the door and climbed out, shutting the door behind me. Hunter lowered the passenger window and told me that I owed him for the ride.

“Here’s my number. You can collect anytime. Thanks… for everything.” I winked at him then turned to walk up to the dorm and my room. I was walking a little funny, and Cole’s load was slowly leaking out of my hole, but my leg was fine. A good stretch is always the best way to treat a cramp!

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