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corroded-hellfire · 2 months

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Hi! I had this idea for the As you wish - series. What if reader finds her first grey hair or maybe spot the first lines on her face and panics because she thinks "Eddie was drawn to me because I was so young, what if he won't be drawn to me anymore?!"

Ah, the signs of aging. As someone who has had a line across her forehead for years now, I felt this lol. Despite what society tries to tell us though, aging is good! Never forget that.

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Waking up before your alarm clock used to be considered a sin to you. It’s not like you were always out partying all night in college when you were younger, it’s just the principle of the thing. How dare your body naturally wake you up just as the sun is making its first appearance over the horizon? The words “early morning” left a sour taste in your mouth, and you’d do whatever you could to get a few extra hours of sleep.

If growing up and becoming a productive member of society didn’t get your body accustomed to waking up earlier than in your teenage years, being a mom of three certainly did.

The boys are both teenagers themselves now and won’t get up for school willingly, which means you’ve had to learn a few tricks over the years. But one of those tricks was seemingly fading as time ticked by as well. Eliza used to be up before the crack of dawn, her cries or laughter beating the rooster’s crow to the punch. Now that she’s pushing four years old, she often sleeps later than you or Eddie, which means she’s not readily available to bother her brothers into a wakened state. That still leaves Eddie though, and he considers it a joy to annoy his sons awake—payback for all the years they did it to him.

But this morning you’re awake not only before your alarm, but before anyone else in the house as well. A few emerging beams of sunlight shine through the gaps in your blinds and warm the side of your face as you turn towards it. A content hum leaves your lips as you open your eyes, blinking away the bits of sleep still clinging to the corners. Your heavy head lolls to the other side and comes face to face with your sleeping husband.

It’s impossible not to smile at his open jaw dotted with scruff, just a hint of drool pooling in the corner. Telling yourself to get up out of bed and not bury your face in his chest and cuddle back into the blankets feels like a Herculean task as you gaze at his handsome face.

With a sigh, you push yourself up and stretch your arms up over your head. The bright side of being the first one up is that you can go through your morning routine in peace, you suppose.

The plush carpet is warm on your toes as you slip from bed and pad over to the en suite bathroom. A fierce yawn erupts from your mouth as you turn on the faucet to wash your face. The back of your hands rubs against tired eyes as you wait for the water to heat to an acceptable temperature. The house is quiet and still around you, giving you a sense of calm that you’re sure won’t last once the kids are awake.

A green washcloth hangs on a hook next to the mirror above your sink and you lather it with your apple blossom-scented soap before rubbing it over your face. The scratch of the cloth on your skin feels good, taking any remnants of the full night’s sleep off and preparing you for the new day.

You let the wet swatch of fabric fall back down into the sink and grab the matching towel to pat your face dry. As you hang the towel back on the hook, you lean in towards the mirror above the sink and let your eyes roam over your features. Luckily, it seems like that small breakout you had last week has finally cleared up and your chin is blemish free. Your eyes trail farther up and once they get to your forehead your hands grip the side of the sink with enough force to crack the white porcelain in half.

There is a line across your forehead.

Immediately, your hand goes up and tries to rub it away. Still there. Maybe it’s a smudge on the mirror. All your hand does is smear fingerprints across the glass surface, but the line on your face is still there.

Gently, you rub the tips of your fingers over the crease in your skin. When you can feel the indent where it used to be firm, an involuntary whimper falls from your lips. Your forefinger traces the line back and forth from the left side of your face to the right. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes and your arms drop down to your sides.

You have a wrinkle.

The ugly word has the tears spilling over your bottom lids and you squeeze your eyes shut. This is ridiculous, you try to tell yourself. It’s perfectly normal. Aging is a good thing. You force your eyes open and glare at the unwelcome addition to your face. But why does aging mean you’ll start to feel insecure about how your body changes? Wasn’t puberty enough of that bullshit?

A sharp inhale of breath and your hands fly to cover your mouth as a thought occurs to you. What is Eddie going to think? He was drawn to you because of your youth, so what now? Is he going to find this wrinkle gross? Will he find you unappealing now? Are younger, hotter girls going to turn his head?

The thoughts come on too quickly and you're flooded by a wave of panic and grief. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, and you make a conscious effort not to scrunch your face up, lest you get more wrinkles.

A small sob wracks your body, and you tighten your hands over your mouth. Part of you knows this is an overreaction, that Eddie won’t care, but the irrational side of you has its claws too deep in you now to let go.

“Babe?”

Eddie’s groggy voice calls out and his footsteps approach the bathroom door. As if it will keep him from seeing you, you press your back against the bathroom wall and keep your hands firmly clutched over your mouth.

A mop of frizzy bedhead pops in the doorway and Eddie looks in the other direction before swinging his gaze around and spotting you. Instantly, he’s more alert as he takes in your body language. He comes to stand in front of you and places his hands gently on your upper arms.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks.

Not trusting your voice, you shake your head, hands still covering your mouth.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You’re not okay?” Gently, he pries your fingers from your lips and holds them securely in his own hands. “Hey, come on. Please talk to me.”

Try as you might to find the right words to say, nothing comes to mind. Too much is rattling around your head and the only thing that comes out of your mouth are whines as your sobs pick up. Instinctively, you step in towards Eddie and bury your face in his neck. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close to his warm, solid frame.

“Hey…” Eddie coos as he rubs a large hand up and down your back. It’s a tone you’ve heard him use with Eliza a hundred times before when he’s trying to get her to take a breath and use her words. “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please?”

It takes a lot of your strength to pull back and wipe your eyes and nose off on your arm. The concern in Eddie’s eyes damn near sends you into another fit, but you manage to keep it together.

“I-I…” I have a wrinkle is what you plan to say. “I’m s-scared.”

Your husband’s eyebrows pinch together as he studies your face. He’ll probably spot the problem on your face on his own if he keeps looking at you like this.

“Scared? Baby, what are you scared of?”

At his question, a new round of tears does come. You try to ward them off though, shaking your head and wiping your eyes. I’m scared you’re not going to be attracted to me anymore. I’m scared you’re going to think I’m old. I’m scared I’m freaking out and don’t know how to stop it.

None of those words form on your tongue though, so with a shaky hand you reach up and point to the crease above your eyebrows. Eddie’s gaze drifts to where you’re pointing but this only seems to confuse him more.

“What is it? What am I supposed to be looking at?” he asks. When you jab repeatedly at your forehead with your finger, Eddie gently grabs your wrist and lowers your arm back down. “Angel, you’ve gotta talk to me.”

“A-A wrinkle,” you manage to squeak out just above a whisper.

Eddie frowns and looks at your forehead again. He squints his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

“I see a faint line. Why does that scare you?”

“Because it means I-I’m old.”

Laughter is the last thing you expect to hear from your husband. But when you look up at him there’s an amused look on his face as he shakes his head.

“Babe, you’re twenty-nine. If you’re old, then I’m the damn crypt keeper.”

“M’not like when you met me,” you mumble, looking down in embarrassment.

“No, you’re not,” Eddie says plainly. “And neither am I.” When you look up at him in confusion, Eddie sighs and gently tugs you closer to him. He takes a seat on the closed toilet lid and pulls you into his lap. “Pretty girl, we’ve known each other for about a decade now. Neither of us are the same. I’ve got gray in my beard now and these crow’s feet around my eyes.”

“They’re sexy,” you’re quick to inform him.

“What makes you think I don’t think your changes are sexy?” your husband asks with a raised eyebrow.

“This isn’t sexy,” you say with a sigh as you rub your hand across your forehead.

“Is to me,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I’ve got more tattoos now. You’ve given birth. Jesus hun, I’m in a different decade than I was back then. We’re not a couple in their twenties and thirties anymore—it’s twenties and forties.”

His fingers gently dig into your sides, making you squeak in laughter and squirm around in his lap.

“Until I turn thirty in a few months,” you say. Words burn at the back of your throat, and you know you shouldn’t say them. But they need to come out and make themselves known. “You’ll still want me, right? When I’m thirty? With these lines starting?”

Eddie stares at you for a moment, his doe eyes scanning your face. You see the moment something clicks in his mind.

“Wait, don’t tell me that’s what you’re scared of?”

When you still avoid looking him in the eye and remain silent, Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“There is no line or wrinkle that could make you anything less than the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Not a damn thing in this world could make me not want to be with you. I love you. Always have, always will. Wrinkles or not. Acne or not. Scars, gray hair, injuries, sickness, it doesn’t matter. You’re my girl and that’s all there is to it.”

Emotion swells within your chest and it’s difficult to keep it contained. Hoping to convey what your voice can’t, you lean forward and rest your forehead against Eddie’s.

“Actually,” Eddie adds softly, “I think wrinkles and gray hair are pretty great things. Because it means we’re growing old with each other. No one else I’d want by my side, to go through this with.”

“I’m so lucky to be your girl,” you manage in a hoarse whisper, trying to quell the tears that build up—now for a different reason.

A soft chuckle has Eddie’s breath ghosting across your lips.

“It’s absolutely me who is the lucky one, princess. I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too—”

“Mama!”

Little hands beat on the wood of the closed bathroom door. You and your husband share a whispered laugh as you drop your head down to his shoulder.

“What’s up, sweet pea?” Eddie calls back.

The banging stops and there’s a beat of silence before your daughter replies.

“I called for Mama.”

A snort of laughter leaps out of you at Eliza’s tone. Eddie shakes his head in amusement and lets out an overdramatic sigh.

“See?” He speaks softly to you. “None of us can live without you.” The banging starts up again, a little faster this time. Eddie winces and squeezes one eye shut. “Even for a second, apparently.”

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kairismess · 5 months

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just let him adore you. — atsumu miya x reader

🎧 song inspo: adore you by harry styles.

🏐 genre: fluffiness with a good brew of coffee ~

✒️ word count: 1,006

💭 summary: atsumu could never move on from the one who made his heart skip a beat at first glance, he held you in his heart, even after six years, for him to grab this very opportunity to tell you how he really feels.

🍥 author's note: time to spread the harry styles agenda (i'm so late to the party)

it was one sunny morning at the local cafe atsumu frequented, there was nothing out of the ordinary that day–just the same, average routine for the pro volleyball player, when he wasn't being noticed in public, that is. he was surprisingly very good at being lowkey, especially at the one place he found the most relaxation at.

on that day, that day when the light, feathery clouds let the sun's warm rays seem through it–he was greeted by the voice of someone who sounded familiar by the counter. he turned his head to see his old classmate from high school, smiling up at him, wearing that usually mundane, boring uniform of the cafe, that looked a thousand times prettier now that you were wearing it.

he's cheeks went flushed without him realizing it, and his honey colored pupils dilated as his lips parted, his mouth hung a little open. he tried to compose himself after you called out to him again, smiling still, and he shook his head, coughing a bit. "ah, yeah, um... can i get a, uh..." he stammered, unsure now of what his usual even was anymore because: one, you didn't usually take his order–and two, it was you who was going to take his order.

you, the exchange student that ended up in his class and brightened his uneventful days up with the small hint of your smile–you, who sat next to him in class and beat him to greeting you first–you, whose pretty strawberry lipstick always made your lips shine and appear glossier, and always had a sort of colorful way of looking at and doing things.

with you, atsumu always felt like he was in a rainbow state of paradise. but today, unfortunately, it felt like today he was stuck at one end of the rainbow spectrum at a time, since... you probably didn't recognize him–and, even if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd even remember him.

well, no harm in starting over again, he thought to himself as he finally got his order out to you and you went right to work at punching his order in and making it. atsumu really felt like his usual today would be a lot more flavorful than his ordinary 'usual', because today, the first person to ever make his heart beat a tiny bit more was going to make it.

"so... ya been 'ere long?" he asked you with a partially confident smile as he watched you brew his drink. you chuckled and responded that, no, you hadn't been working here for long–you'd barely been here for a month, actually. atsumu nodded as he watched you pour in the rest of the contents of his drink, mixing them up into a beautiful slurry of shades and lights. "for a rookie, y'sure are great at this whole coffee makin' thing." you smiled at his compliment. "and... you sure are nice, mister." you complimented him back, making him blush and smile wider.

atsumu snickered as he leaned over on the counter as he watched you cover his drink and began to write his order down. "alright, um, your name, sir?" "you first." he teases, grinning sneakily, making you laugh a little at how smooth he was. you pointed to your name tag and giggled. "right here." "i know, but... there's somethin' real pretty about ya and yer name, i wanna hear what it's like for ya to introduce yerself ta me, if it ain't too much ta ask for." he admitted, blushing a little as his eyes shone even more staring up at you with a wide smile on his blushing face.

you gave in and introduced yourself to him, and atsumu repeated your name, as if to take in the fact that, indeed, you were the one that made his heart patter all those six years ago–with the same way you carried yourself and said your name, how your eyes gleamed with a darling innocence and brightness to them, and how you always seemed to catch his heartstrings and squeeze his heart in all the right places to make him love you so, so much more the more you two talked and casually spent time together.

"alright, well... tsum." "tsum?" you asked him, feeling as though you've heard that name before, somewhere in a chapter of your past that you could kind of but not wholly remember. atsumu nodded. "spell it however ya want, i ain't that uptight 'bout it." he spoke, trusting you that you'd remember him well enough, even just barely, to spell his name the way you always did–because you gave him that nickname, 'tsum', and he grew to love it ever since, because... you gave him that name when you two became friends.

"this may be strange, tsum, but... i feel like i know you from somewhere." you confessed, feeling a bit awkward and shy. atsumu chuckled and thanked you for the drink, his long, calloused fingers brushing against your own when he received the drink. "well... so do i, actually." "really?" "i think... i've seen ya in m'dreams before." he teased, which was semi-true, he had occasionally dreamt of you here and there after graduation, wondering if you two would ever meet again.

it surprised him how calm he was, seeing the first person he ever truly loved right before him–and though he was always confused about what exactly he felt about you back then since he was so young and unsure... he knows how he really feels now, and he couldn't be any happier to feel it again and see you, be with you in the very cafe he loved visiting.

he doesn't mind how long it takes, he doesn't need you to love him, you don't have to say anything to fill the silence with him or say you're his when you two are starting out again–he'd gladly walk through fire for you, he'd do any and everything for you... just let him adore you. it's all he'll ever do, and all he's ever done.

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koolades-world · 4 months

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Helloooo it's me again back with another obey me request :)

Could I get the Demon bros with a depressed MC? I'm having a rough time rn and I just need some comfort but ofc feel free to ignore if u don't do requests like these!!

Have a nice day/night!! ♡☆♡☆♡

hi! of course! sorry I'm so late on this!!! also love your pfp (huge pjsekai fan)

Part of the reason I took so long is because I just didn’t know where to start

I love the demon bro I wanna squeeze them like a squishmellow and they’ve gotten me thorough some tough stuff

it's hard for me to articulate anything relating to depression just because I struggle to open up about it especially after my diagnosis. I don’t think anyone except my mom knows only because she was in the room at the time, and all you guys now of course haha

sorry if that was worded so weird and if anything below is worded weird but it’s just hard for me to find words to put together how I’m feeling but writing is my therapy so thank you for this request :)

Brothers with a depressed Mc

Lucifer

would def notice something was up right away from the first meeting, not because of how you acted, but just because it's Luci

once he officially found out, he made all arrangements needed right away

you need a few days off school? you got it, he's already talking to diavolo

you need a break from chores? you got it, he distributed the work among the rest of the family

there's only one thing you feel like eating? you got it, it's what everyone is eating for dinner

supportive in a quiet way, and does all sorts of little things to lighten the load

Mammon

as your first and best man, he acts as your knight and is willing to do anything to help you out

he tries his best to correct his own bad habits so you can work together on yourself

like, for example, if you struggle to get out of bed in the morning, he will get up and moving earlier so you can be up at the same time

nobody is perfect! he tells you this all the time because he knows how dark everything might seem sometimes

he partially understands how you feel since being the family punching bag for hundreds of years takes a toll on someone

he’s with you in every step of your journey, ups and downs, no matter what

Levi

he often has his own self deprecating thoughts, so he knows what you’re dealing with

everyone copes in their own ways but he hopes by sharing all the things he loves, he can bring some happiness

he shared everything with you, both his physical possessions and his thoughts

if you prefer to just sit together, he can do that, but if you want to talk about it, he will do his best to also share how he’s feeling

he wants you to be able to use him as a support system and as someone to fall back on

he always tries to bring a smile to your face and to be someone you trust, despite his own flaws

Satan

he shows you the little joys in life, the ones you might struggle or forget to see like sunsets and how the clouds change color with the sky, or how soft flower petals can be, or how a smile can change someone’s entire day

often he invites you out to places, for no reason at all so you can enjoy everything, especially the sun

he takes you on trips to the human world to visit your favorite places and occasionally see your favorite people if he’s allowed

he helps you with school work and takes the load when ever he can

if you asked him, he would do anything for you <3

Asmo

he always helps you out with your personal hygiene since often, that's what goes first

it's much easier to keep a routine if someone is doing it with you, and Asmo would never forget, so he help keep you on track

but, he's also not pushy about it. if you'll let him, he'll do some of the tasks for you, no strings attached

he's with you at your worst and best. he's not going anywhere

he's determined to be your personal cheerleader and will celebrate all the small things with you

Beel

at first, he's a little shocked at the changes in eating patterns, but supports you when ever and where ever you need it

if he knows there's only one food you will eat, he will physically restrain himself from eating it because he knows how much it means to you

exercise helps but he knows it's probably the last thing you want to do, so he helps you though little bits at a time and takes you out to get a reward afterwards

spending time with you makes him happy, so he figures it must be the same the other way around so he makes an effort to just be with you, even if its just sitting together while you do different things

often finds himself seeking you out just to ask how you are by instinct, proving what a sweetheart he is

Belphie

an interrupted or strange sleep cycle is something he would for sure notice

he becomes the biggest cuddle bug and will often give you sleepy kisses

when you're resting, he'll give you sweet dreams that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy afterwards

he makes an effort to make the bed just how you like it, and before long makes it a habit to join you in your room for naps and bedtime

he doesn't mind if you wake up at weird time and will wait with you as long as you need to get up

thank you again for such the long wait! hope you enjoyed and hope you're feeling better now <333

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Hey! I love your writing so much so I figured I’d send a little request!

Could you doing something like Steve hase always noticed Eddie but Eddie is completely oblivious? With some first kiss/love confession?

OH ANYTIME!!! Thank you :) I am always here for pining and love confessions. The sappier, the better. The more nauseating, the better. The more I want to punch a wall, the better. I hope that happens here for you with this one! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening was Eddie Munson.

He was 14 years old at summer camp for the last time because “teenagers just don’t go to summer camp, Steven.” Which was ridiculous because it was a summer camp for teenagers, but whatever, not worth arguing with his father about.

Eddie was there, hair longer than most of the other boys, floppy and curly like he was trying to grow it out but didn’t know how to manage it.

If there was anything Steve could do, it was manage hair.

So he walked up to him and offered to show him his routine.

Eddie laughed, honest to god tears falling from his eyes as he slapped his leg.

Steve just stared at him, not used to being laughed at, only with.

But Eddie seemed to sense that he was serious, so he calmed down, but kept a small smile on his face.

“Thanks man, but I can’t afford the shit you do. I just gotta deal with it.”

“I mean, you can have mine at the end of camp if you want. I’ll just buy more.”

Which felt like the right thing to say, but Eddie just looked down at the ground and shook his head.

“Nah. Don’t really need your charity, dude.”

He walked away before Steve could explain it wasn’t charity, he just really like his curls and wanted him to take care of them.

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It was hard not to notice Eddie at school. He made sure he was noticed.

Everyone said it was because he was a “fairy” and thrived off the attention, even when he was getting beat up.

One particularly nasty rumor said he liked being beat up.

So when 15 year old Steve heard all this, he obviously knew he couldn’t ever say a damn thing about himself or any interaction he’d had with Eddie.

Which was really just the one time he’d accidentally insulted him.

His hair was longer now, just past his chin. The curls looked a bit better, though Steve could tell he didn’t use any type of conditioner, and he tried not to let that bother him.

He watched him though, secretly, when he could get away with it. In the halls or the cafeteria was easiest since he could always say he was staring at a girl if someone asked.

The way he just always walked with his head high, his confidence unlike anything Steve had seen from anyone that wasn’t a jock, made Steve’s stomach flutter.

He heard Carol say “confidence is sexy” enough times to start believing it was true, and that was before he watched Eddie strut around the school like he wasn’t constantly being thrown insults.

He watched as Eddie formed his own little ragtag group of friends, all outcasts because of one thing or another, only building his confidence more.

He watched as Eddie started driving a beat up van to school, making a name for himself as the guy who would sell liquor out of the back on Fridays.

People still teased him, still beat him up, but they were giving him money for liquor for their house parties left and right.

Steve watched.

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Nancy was amazing, everything Steve wanted and everything his parents wanted.

She was going to have an incredible future, and encouraged Steve to work hard to have one too.

He loved her. He did.

But he still watched Eddie.

Eddie who was standing on tables in the cafeteria, giving speeches that honestly, weren’t that dramatic. Maybe if he was anyone else, people would actually listen.

Eddie who started dealing weed in the woods behind school a few days a week, admitting the liquor thing wasn’t for him when he saw how many idiot kids still got behind the wheel to drive home after the parties he supplied.

Eddie who was unapologetically himself in all the ways Steve wished he could be.

Nancy was beautiful, she was smart, she was determined.

But Eddie was like a forest fire, a small spark that ignited with just a small fan of the flame, his best qualities hidden behind the smoke.

And Steve wanted to burn.

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Steve graduated. Eddie didn’t.

He didn’t get into college, so his dad made him get a summer job.

Eddie didn’t really hang out at the mall, wasn’t really his scene, but he did come into Scoops occasionally, and apparently only when Steve worked.

His coworker, Robin, rolled her eyes when Steve insisted on scooping his ice cream into the cone, ringing him out at the register, and watching him walk out.

“Are you poisoning him slowly or something? Are you planning on doing something stupid? What’s happening?”

He never told her anything, just shrugged in response.

Until the Russians. Until their stupid truth serum made him spill his guts literally and figuratively in the mall bathroom.

Robin listened as he talked about every moment, every look, every doubt he ever had about his feelings. About how he loved Nancy, he did, but she would never be the one he thought of first when someone talked about a future, about love, about a life.

Robin listened as he cried, sobbed really, explained how he knew it would never happen, but it didn’t stop him from wanting.

She listened until she couldn’t anymore.

“Steve, you’re not alone in this okay? I’m…You know Tammy?”

“Thompson?” He sniffled, finally looking up at Robin.

“Yeah. I’ve had a crush on her for like, two years.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“But why her? She’s kind of awful.”

Robin laughed, a real laugh, not a drug-induced one.

“Yeah, but she’s also kind of not.”

Steve nodded.

“I know what you mean.”

They were trauma bonded, sure, but they were also just bonded through life’s fucked up ways of bringing people with similar qualities and interests together.

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If Steve knew the next time he saw Eddie Munson would be when he was wanted for murder, a small part of him actually may have believed you.

Not because he thought Eddie was actually a murderer, but more because he knew what the town thought of him, and would have expected nothing less in the face of the unexplainable.

The three-time senior was kind of fucked if they didn’t figure this out, looking at a lifetime in prison for a murder he didn’t commit.

Steve focused on thinking about that anytime his mind wandered to how Eddie held a broken bottle to his neck, his other hand pushing him back, his leg between Steve’s to keep him there.

Robin pinched him when she could see his mind starting to drift. She was the best.

And as they worked to figure things out, and fight their way through Vecna’s curse, Steve managed to have actual conversations with Eddie.

They weren’t really ever completely alone, no one was while they were figuring things out and making a plan, but they still managed to talk.

It was enough for Steve. Enough to know he could maybe be friends with him when this was over and done. Maybe go to his graduation, maybe help him leave the town that was ready to burn him at the stake.

He didn’t expect it to be it. To be all he got.

So when he saw Dustin sobbing over a bloody body, he didn’t waste time. He had Nancy put pressure on the worst of the wounds, made Robin get Dustin out, he needs to go, started begging, pleading quietly with Eddie to just survive.

“You can’t let the fire burn out yet, idiot. Not now, not like this.”

Nancy didn’t acknowledge what he was saying, but he knew she knew.

He was tearing his shirt into pieces, makeshift bandages the only option for holding him together as Steve found a way to carry him to the trailer and through the gate.

It wasn’t easy, but nothing about any of their Upside Down trauma had been, and Eddie was worth it.

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Steve waited hours.

Then he waited days.

When a week had gone by, Wayne pulled him into a hug and practically begged him to go home and get some rest.

“Our boy will wake up and we wanna look our best when he does, right?”

He couldn’t really argue with Wayne, not when he’d let him sit by Eddie’s bed with him for days.

He didn’t tell Wayne about his feelings, didn’t really know if Wayne was a safe person to tell, but he figured Wayne knew anyway.

When he managed to sleep for a few hours in his own bed, shower in his own bathroom, and eat an actual cooked meal, he found his way back to Eddie’s room. The nurses no longer paid any attention once Owens and his government buddies cleared Eddie’s name.

He walked into the same scene he’d watched for a week now; Eddie asleep, hooked up to more machines that any human should have to, chest rising and falling slowly.

But Wayne hadn’t made it back yet, hopefully getting more sleep than Steve had been able to.

So he took the chair closest to Eddie’s head, gently brushing some of his hair from his face and reaching down to hold his hand.

Even like this, bruises and scars littering his body and face, he was beautiful.

His fire was still burning, Steve could see it.

He managed to fall asleep like that, holding Eddie’s less injured hand in his, head on the bed against his leg.

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A hand in his hair woke him up.

Expecting it to be Wayne or Robin, he blinked his eyes open and slowly sat up, ready for another long day of waiting.

But it wasn’t Wayne or Robin.

“Eddie!”

Steve resisted throwing himself at him, knowing he would be in pain, but he let his hands hover over him to show he wanted to.

“Hey Stevie.”

God, his voice was so nice. It was like actual music to his ears. He never wanted to go so long without hearing it again.

“How long have you been awake? Do you need the nurse? Pain meds? Where is the pain?”

Eddie chuckled quietly, small smile visible under his oxygen mask.

“I don’t really know but the pain is everywhere.”

“Shit, okay. Let me go get someone. I don’t even know who’s on shift right now. I don’t know how long I slept.”

“Stevie.”

“Yeah?”

“Calm down.”

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh, barely more than a huff of air.

“You almost died, Eddie! And you’re hurting. I almost-” Steve choked on a wet sob, his throat closing up as tears flooded his eyes.

“You didn’t though. You saved me. I’m here right?”

Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and it clearly pained him to even talk, but he was doing it for Steve.

Steve suddenly realized there was far too much space between them, that if he wasn’t feeling the heat of Eddie’s flames against his skin, he couldn’t convince himself he was still alight.

He gently sat on the edge of the bed, taking Eddie’s hand back in his own.

“I almost didn’t make it in time. You were so pale, Eds. So bloody.”

“But you did. You made it.”

Steve took a shaky breath.

He knew he needed to say it. He needed to tell Eddie why he did everything he could to save him, why he hasn’t left his side except at Wayne’s insistence, why he was panicking so much now.

Eddie squeezed his hand.

“Stevie, you think I didn’t see you watching me? I started to think you were gonna kill me sometimes with how often you just stared at me.” Eddie took a few breaths, closing his eyes as he focused on what he wanted to say and not the pain. “I figured it out there. After Nancy. That’s why I came to Scoops so much. Loved that little outfit.”

Eddie was smirking at him and Steve let out a snort.

“I hated that thing. Robin did too.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that Robin never helped me when I came in either. It was always you.”

Steve couldn’t look at him, not while he was being seen so clearly.

“And all this? With the monsters and crazy people in this town trying to kill me? But you were the quickest to believe me. The one making sure I wasn’t going crazy. And then the one who got me out of there alive, even though I didn’t think there was any way I would.”

“Why didn’t you stick to the plan? You could’ve escaped with Dustin, been safe.”

“Because the world couldn’t lose Steve Harrington.”

“It couldn’t lose Eddie Munson, either.”

Eddie shook his head.

“I think you’re the only one who feels that way.”

“Really? You think Dustin could have handled losing you? Or Mike? He’s a shit, but he cares. And me? How was I supposed to?”

“Steve…”

“No! You don’t get to decide that you don’t matter to people. Everyone loves you and everyone would have been devastated to lose you. Wayne’s been sitting in this stupid plastic chair for a week waiting for you to wake up. You think he would have been okay with losing you?”

“Eventually, yeah.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I’ve heard.”

Steve shook his head.

“How do you not see how much people love you?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Steve didn’t quite know what to say to that. It’s not that he believed he was expendable, it’s just that if it came down to someone having to die, he’d rather it be him. Not to play hero, but because picturing anyone else dying was too much to bear.

“You’re loved, too. Every single one of those kids love you like a brother. Robin would probably marry you if you had boobs. I was willing to die to keep you safe, Steve. How can you not see it?”

“It wasn’t just me.”

“No. I wanted all of you to be safe. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the thought of you dying that made me cut the rope.”

“Why?”

“Because I watched you, too. All the time. I did things for your attention. I thought that was obvious.”

Steve shook his head. No way he was telling the truth. He constantly ranted about the popular kids, about how much he hated them and everything they represented. The hierarchy of high school continued into life and he wanted no part of it.

Eddie groaned as he adjusted a bit in the bed.

“I may need to continue this later, Stevie.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Let me get the nurse,” Steve muttered as he got up.

The nurse bustled in only a minute later, followed by Steve, who thought through the entire conversation he just had with Eddie.

Did Eddie…like him?

No way. He couldn’t possibly like Steve. He hated the whole King Steve thing. He’d said so multiple times over the years.

But so did Steve.

He zoned out while the nurse asked Eddie questions and checked his vitals, thinking back to all the times he’d been watching Eddie in school.

How almost every time, Eddie had already been watching him.

How Eddie’s theatrics always waited until Steve was in the same room.

How Eddie glared at Nancy, even when she was helping him.

Steve watched as the nurse put a new bag on his IV pole, explaining to him that this would be a morphine drip that would probably knock him out for another 12-24 hours.

He watched Eddie nod along, past the point of caring what was happening and just wanting the pain to stop.

The nurse finally left, and Steve didn’t wait.

He walked over to the bed, leaning over Eddie.

“You are an idiot,” Steve said, leaning in closer to his lips, grateful that the nurse had removed the oxygen mask and replaced it with a small nasal cannula.

“Am I?’ Eddie asked with a smirk, the lids of his eyes slowly getting heavier.

“Yeah. And I can’t believe I love an idiot so much.”

Eddie’s eyes widened for a second before they started to close again.

“You gonna kiss the idiot or make him fall asleep without one?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but leaned in to place a soft kiss on Eddie’s dry and cracked lips.

Eddie smiled into it, but didn’t seem to have the energy to kiss back right now.

Steve pulled away and rested his forehead against Eddie’s, gently, like he would break if he put too much of himself against him.

“You owe me a good one when you’re not high on morphine, deal?”

“Mhm. Deal, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed at the name, but Eddie’s eyes were closed.

Wayne walked in only a few minutes later, eyes wide.

“The nurse said he was awake?”

Steve nodded from his spot in the chair, Eddie’s hand in his, fond smile on his face.

“Yeah, she gave him morphine so he can rest some more.”

“Good,” Wayne visibly relaxed. “He tell you he’s in love with you yet or do I have to keep waitin’?”

“Well, not in so many words, but, kinda.”

“And you? You told him?”

“I called him an idiot.”

“Close enough.”

Steve laughed. It felt so good to laugh.

Eddie’s fire had spread quickly, the smoke clearing away just enough to let Steve be engulfed in his flames.

Steve was burning, and it was everything he hoped it would be.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #wayne munson #steve pining after eddie is maybe my favorite trope actually #some time skips to show steve's pining over the years #i got carried away a bit #what else is new #hope this makes sense #my brain is barely functioning

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mypoorsanity · 1 year

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𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆'𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀

𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃!𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝗮/𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝘆𝗮’𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲.

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

babe, (n/n)-chin :

mikey has no regard for saying your real name once you become official; it's simply not in his vocabulary anymore. even when he mentions you to someone, it's either '(n/n)-chin!' or 'my girlfriend'. draken can confirm, he hasn't heard your name out of mikey’s mouth in a while now, especially when they both come to see you at your school. as you walk to your next class, you can hear a shout of "BABE!" echoing down the corridor. of course, you don't mind, but the others might. don't get me wrong, they all love you, and you've become good friends with the toman captains, but the second they hear a loud ass 'HI BABY', they know mikey will be forgetting about everything regarding strategies for an upcoming fight. you feel bad, but mikey always insists that you come to their meetings, he claims you “lighten up the area”. and the rest don't care either; it's not really your fault; it’s more mikey that baji needs to give a good smack (punch) to make him realise what's going on..

sunshine, honey :

draken, of course, says your first name when you're around others; it's that simple. but when it's just the two of you, however, he finds himself indulging in some sweet words. most of his callings to you come out in a teasing manner, things like “oi sunshine”, since draken see’s you as the quote on quote, ‘light of his life’ (will never admit it though). and also, honey, it puts him in a little domestic mood. so this slipped out once while he was fixing his motorcycle, seeing that his wrench was a little too far away for him to reach while sitting. you being there, simply accompanying him while tending to your own things, he seeks your help. “uh, honey can ‘ya pass the wrench, it’s on the desk over there.” he didn’t even realise his choice of words until you pointed it out for him, and we can say when you did, he really did try to deny it, but alas, it was already said, and you call him that every day now just to piss him off a little. but one thing is, draken never did regret those choice of words.

sweets, babe, idiot :

‘g’morning sweets’, are the words you’ll hear basically every morning as you step out of your apartment, baji somehow dressed decently well for 7:35 in the morning. it was his usual routine to pick you up and drop you home before and after school, no matter how busy he was, he had his duty and he committed pretty well. he was a pretty good boyfriend, to say the least, it wasn’t too public, but it was public enough that you were both comfortable and happy. he called you names whenever he felt it was right, most of the time, they were normal names, like ‘sweets’, his usual, and the average, ‘babe!’ when he saw you in a hallway, greeting you with a rough arm on the shoulder. then there was the average, ‘idiot’, which would spill when you would both play fight with words, a fun time really.. but hey you were his idiot and he wouldn’t change it in any timeline.

dear, sweetheart :

he’s just too domestic for his own good, he’s got all the sweetness in his soul to spoil you with oh my god. mitsuya is the perfect husband material when it comes to your day-to-day life, and when it’s the name section? like please one chance is all i want. it’s suddenly such a sweet moment the second he accidentally lets the word ‘sweetheart’ slip from his mouth while you were upset about the glass that you dropped, causing a mess in his kitchen. you’re on the verge of tears when he runs into the kitchen after hearing something drop, immediately worried about your safety. he manages to move past the glass himself and immediately holds your hands in the most caring way you’ve ever seen. “oh sweetheart”, he says while pulling you into a hug, the words you don’t think you’ll ever forget, the hug itself is so reassuring you almost cry for no reason.. every day mitusya refers to you as 'dear’, whether he’s just asking for your opinion on a new piece of clothing he’s sketching out, or he’s simply teasing you over confessing how you miss him while he’s out at his toman meetings. but he really can’t say anything, because i bet you everything while i’m saying that he misses you twice as much, and zones out half the time during these meetings while he’s thinking about how he’s gonna go back to your place to take a nap with you and cuddle.. every day is a day you won't ever regret because it’s with mitsuya.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev fluff #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #draken x reader #baji keisuke x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #sano manjiro #mikey #ken ryuguji #draken #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi

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girlystories · 7 months

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L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: depictions of animal cruelty, patrick hockstetter (enough said) Words: 3.5k

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Chapter 2: Bigmouth Strikes Again

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 wasn't in a good mood that day, to say the very least. His dad had dragged him early to school for some reason. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. What he did know is that it disturbed his routine.

He usually woke up by his dad's noisy way of getting ready for work – groaning from the living room, where he slept, and he'd demand his morning beer. If he even bothered, Henry would eat something as he waited for Belch to pass by his house to pick him up – a farm located at the outskirts of Derry. He'd get on his seat – which was of course, at the front, and they'd talk shit. Like they always did, although Henry chose most of the time to remain silent, always too moody in the morning. On the ride they would blast music, driving recklessly around town while the townsfolk would shout curses at them to turn the damn volume down.

But not today. And he was pissed. On the way to school he was resting on his seat with folded arms, looking out the window and refusing his eyes to meet his father's.

When he arrived he was about to wait at the parking lot for Belch and the others to arrive, but his old man shot him a glare, and he instantly knew what he meant. With his head low, he reluctantly walked up the stairs, turning his head around and seeing his oh-so great son-of-a-bitch dad watching him like a hawk, his stoic and hateful eyes hiden behind his round sunglasses.

How much he wanted to fucking punch him right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to admit it, but he was weak against him. He could never manage the courage to stand up for himself, proving his point in being a paper man.

To his utter luck, he was seen by the headmaster, not managing to sneak past his office. He was given a lecture about his attitude and lack of presence, as expected.

When he was finally let to go, his immediate next destination was back outside to meet up with the others. It was the time they usually arrived, anyway. Ten minutes before the first bell rang and they had to attend their homeroom class.

"What the fu–"

Just as he was about to walk outside the building he felt someone collide with his chest. If the many and unnecessary nuisances until now wasn't enough, this instantly managed to form a vein on his temple as he clenched his fist. Today was his unlucky day it seemed. He stopped himself from punching whoever it was just as he met the girl's gaze.

They both shared the same look of surprise. He studied her from head to toe, from the way she styled her hair – which looked somewhat messy – to her slightly parted lips and unironed clothes.

For some reason he didn't know what to say. She seemed... familiar, but he quickly knew she was new. He'd never seen her at any of his classes before, or anywhere else at school. Was she even the same age as him? His eyes then looked behind her to the distance, seeing the all familiar blue Trans-am parked at the usual spot. Their spot, to be in fact.

He grounded his jaw, frowning his eyebrows, as he pushed past her, not caring a bit if he pushed her or something. He almost didn't notice Tozier hiding behind her, clinging on her jacket. He snorted at that. He'd mess with him later.

"Get outta my way," he threatened.

The others were resting their weight against the Trans-am, invested in their good ol' morning chit-chat, some smoking, some not. He approached them with his head low, staring at his shoes, his hands shoved inside his jean pockets.

"Someone's in a good mood," Belch was the first to acknowledge him, noting his already grumpy attitude mockingly as he elbowed Vic to the side, who grunted in response and rubbed his side.

Henry shot him a glare. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said and grabbed his pack, shoving a cigarette between his lips and searching for his lighter.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled.

Patrick handed him his significant zippo – which was probably stolen from his grandparents. Henry took it and lit his death stick, exhailing a satisfied cloud of smoke, happy for something to easy his nerves and tremendous headache.

"Thanks."

"Did your dad give you shit again?", Vic asked after a long pause.

He didn't respond, taking another drag. "The headmaster saw me and wouldn't shut up again about the same ol' shit. Be careful in case he sees you too."

"Well, I don't think he has a problem with me. My grades are decent enough."

"That's because you're not afraid to cheat, Vic," Belch remarked.

The bleach-blonde boy scoffed in response. "I don't cheat, asshole. I, for one, have a goal I want to pursue."

"So do I, smart-ass."

"What, you mean becoming an Olympic player or something?"

"Fuck you, man. You know damn well how much I want to make it to the American League."

"Whatever."

Patrick cleared his throat as he stared forward to nothing in particular, holding back a laugh, while Henry was about to start yelling at them to shut up from beside him. "Are ya done?"

"You're one to talk, Pat," Vic grumbled under his breath, folding his arms.

He looked at him for a moment, letting out a snort of laughter. The icy stare ignored by Vic who looked down as he kicked a stone with his boot. Patrick threw his finished cigarette and patted Henry on the shoulder as he eyed his watch, passing him and starting to make his way to the building's back entrance. He was always first one to separate their morning meeting, despite Henry being the self-proclaimed leader of the group.

"Meet ya after class."

Without waiting for a response he pushed the door, walking slowly inside. He placed one hand inside his pocket, while the other ran through his mid-length hair that hang around his face.

Henry's warning forgotten, he passed the principal's office with ease. Patrick rolled his eyes when he heard his name called just as he was out of view. He could just continue his way, pretending he didn't hear him, but allas, he walked into the office.

"What is it, Mr. Corbin?", his voice dramatically switched into a much innocent one than he intended. His eyebrows lightly raised as he held his hands together in front of him.

Mr. Corbin took off his eyeglasses, stopping his work on whatever papers he had held in front of him. "Your grades," he started, sighing as he captured his facade. "You've been held back one grade. Are you on your way to make that a yearly end goal? You need to step up, Hockstetter."

Patrick stared back at him, his eyes void of all emotion. He had had this conversation with his parents countless times before. It mostly began after 7th grade, when things got more serious. They would constantly nag about his future – especially his uptight and anxious mother. He didn't care really, only choosing to live in the present. He was mostly out of touch with reality, always going with the flow. If he would magically share a similar life like his parents, that'd be fine. If he ended up tossed aside and unsuccessful, then so be it.

"I've also been informed about your attitude outside school. These aren't news, I'm afraid. You and Bowers lack motivation, without a care what you'll be doing with your life in the future."

Patrick was always twisted from a very young age, despite him not seeing it that way. He would get that sort of thrilling feeling through his veins whenever he viewed any kind of discomfort on another, more so when he inflicted it himself. It was so intriguing for him, from the way that rabbit moved so rapid and swiftly, trying to get out of his grasp. When it's escape went unsuccessful it started to make noises. Patrick would study it with round eyes, which eventually were followed with a wide smile. At that age he didn't attempt to kill it yet, and let it go. He didn't see death as a real thing, until he stumbled upon a starved kitten, it's ribs visible and it's legs weak.

He tilted his head as he stood over it, the kitty meowed at him, it's high-pitched cries filling his ears. At first he found it terribly annoying, but then he came to enjoy it. It was suffering without the care of its mother. He kneeled on the concrete and the small cat saw this as a welcome to come closer. He tried petting it for a moment and it started purring in a weird way. His fingers run along it's dry fur and he gave more attention on its neck as he grew bored. He stopped and he felt a rush of adrenaline when the cat started meowing louder as he grabbed its neck, it's legs trying to scratch him to get back down.

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an eerily smile, his eyes shinning slightly. He felt the same feeling when he squeezed the rabbit long ago, but this time he didn't stop and increased the pressure. The kitty stopped moving and it's jaw hang open, it's yellow eyes wide – too wide. He had to compose himself for a moment, releasing his hands as it fell sharpy. He was a god. A chuckle left his lips but he stopped when he heard a hault of steps from behind him.

It was a young boy that seemed of close age range by his height. He expected him to turn back around and run away, but he didn't. Patrick held a cold gaze.

"What do you want?" he asked.

The boy – surprisingly approached him. "What you did was pretty cool."

Patrick didn't expect that. He smiled again. "I do it all the time," he lied but it was mostly the truth.

The boy looked at the dead cat, then at Patrick. "I'm Henry."

"I'm Patrick."

Henry grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Cool, wanna join me and my friends? We're on our way to throw paper towels that old lady's house."

"The one with the crazy mole on her nose?"

Henry nodded. Patrick thought about it first. He didn't really have any friends, so this was certainly a change.

"Sure, why not?"

After that he became a member of the group, soon to be the Bowers Gang. At first he wasn't as welcome, being one year older, but they became so close, they were particularly like brothers.

Mr. Corbin dragged a hang over his features, a headache starting to form. He waved towards the door, finishing: "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class."

Satisfied, Patrick fixed his slouched back and turned around. He instantly noticed the unfamiliar girl next to the doorframe, her curious round eyes watching their interaction with keen interest, like a show being presented for her. Only she didn't applaud, and instead stood there awkwardly. Though she didn't quite fear him, it seemed, but Patrick knew that he'd have to give a good first impression then. That'd change her image of him for sure, he mused.

He walked out the office with long steps, slowing down only as their eyes met and he instinctively licked his lips when he saw that it worked.

He didn't care in hearing what the principal shouted at him just as he made his way to class, his mind only on the new victim he found and how he'd proceed next. The corners of his mouth quirked up into that same eerly smile.

Just as soon as lunch period came, [Name] went to take a seat at a table in the cafeteria, grabbing with her a weird looking sandwich and a soda. The school food definitely wasn't considered a five star meal, but she didn't have much of a choice, since she forgot to bring her own food from home.

She didn't really care much about not having anyone to sit with, although some company would be nice. She would go sit with her cousin and his friends but she couldn't really find them in this crowd. Despite the town being small, the school was pretty packed.

Just as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, she felt someone being pushed against her back. She groaned in annoyance and turned around, ready to cuss whoever hit her.

She stopped when she noticed a boy trying to stand on both his legs, though unstable. In front of him was the large looking guy she saw with Victor in class before, who wore a hat and a sadistic grin. He was about to make another move on him but turned his head around when he heard his name from the other side of the room – Belch, [Name] heard and looked over at the origin of the call, who was an annoyed looking Henry Bowers. [Name] also noticed Victor and Hockstetter with him. As expected. She still couldn't believe that he was possibly one of Richie's bullies.

Belch glanced back at the guy who was pushed on [Name] with a piercing glare, though he didn't pay any mind on her. He then turned around and left, going back with his friends, who pushed the door opened and left the cafeteria.

[Name] looked around, wondering if anyone else saw the whole thing happened, but everyone just went on with their businesses, except maybe like three people, but they still said nothing. She raised a brow. Why didn't anyone do or say anything? Do they control the school or something? She couldn't believe it. People fucking sucked here. She looked back at him, who tried to wipe the dust off of him. His clothes were messy and hang around his body, but he quickly fixed them, along with his posture. He cleared his throat. It took a while for [Name] to notice they initiated contact, and she grew awkward knowing that she was looking at him the whole time.

She decided to break the silence. "You okay?"

He rose his eyebrows – almost surprised – and tried fixing his brown hair, which was not as easy without the use of a mirror. "Uh, yeah."

The awkward silence around them rose once again as he stood behind her while she had her head still turned around. It was growing sore by the second and she drew a leg over the seat, taking a more comfortable position.

"Who the hell was that?" she asked.

He seemed more surprised, as his mouth fell agape for a split second. "Hold up. You don't know him?"

"Um, no?"

He let out a laugh, almost not believing her words. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "Should I?"

"I mean, no but-", he continued to stare at her with a look of surprise. "You honestly don't know of the Bowers Gang?"

She didn't know how to respond, then she said, "Well, actually, I'm knew here."

Her words seemed to bring some sort of understanding as he let out an 'ohhh'. Without asking he sat next to her and stook out his arm. "I'm Aiden."

She shook it. "[Name]."

He leaned against his palm, the edge of his elbow just barely touching the table. "So you're new, huh? How come of all places you choose good-old Derry?"

"I used to live here a long time ago," she said. "For now I'm living with my relatives while we search for a house to rent or buy."

"Relatives? Who? I might know 'em.'"

"I don't know if you do, but I'm Richie's cousin and –"

Aiden's eyes widened again. It was pretty amusing how easily surprised he got.

"You're Tozier's cousin? As in Trashmouth Tozier?"

"Hey, I'd really appreciate you not talking bad about my cousin."

He ignored it, continuing, "No fucking way, dude. That guy doesn't know when to stop."

"So?", she asked as her eyes narrowed.

He waved his hands dismissively. "No – I'm just saying. He's just a pretty easy target amongst the Bowers Gang."

Just as [Name] was about to ask more, a voice called Aiden from the distance. Two girls waved at them and approached them.

"We've been looking everywhere for you," the blonde-haired girl said as she gave him a quick hug.

"Fucking Huggins thought it was funny to push me while I was about to leave," Aiden rolled his eyes. "But he immediately left. I don't care either way."

"Ugh, just ignore them. They're just dumb."

The brunette's focus was at [Name]. "Hey, you're the new girl, right? I think we share English together," she pointed out.

She titled her head, trying to recall seeing her. "Really? I didn't really notice you. Sorry."

"Oh, where are my manners?" Aiden said. "This is Jamie and Evelyn", he pointed first at the blonde then the brunette.

[Name] shook their hands, while she revealed her name to the girls. "I'm new here," she added.

"And she's Tozier's cousin," Aiden interrupted with a grin.

[Name] sighed at that as she opened her soda. "I still wanna know about that Bowers guy."

The girls sat at the other side of the table, sharing a look and then looked back at her.

"Well, it's best to say to not mess with him or the rest of his gang. Unless you're unlucky then you're fucked. It's best to just not be an easy target," Everly said.

"It's almost like the whole town fears them," Jamie added.

[Name] raised a brow. "How come they target my cousin?", she looked at the boy next to her. "Or Aiden for that matter."

He sighed. "It's... a long story."

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't curious, but decided not to push it. "Okay, well," she said between bites, "They better not mess with Richie again."

Everlyn leaned close, "I don't think you're in control of that. I'd advice you to tell Richie to just avoid them as much as possible."

[Name] frowned at that, but she didn't say more. There was something she could do, right? She took a sip of her soda and licked her lips.

Jamie nudged her friend's shoulder next to her, "Hey, let's invite her to Frank's party," without waiting for a response she looked back at [Name]. "Wanna join us on Friday? It starts at 8 pm."

She stopped chewing as she glanced at the three reluctantly. She really wasn't in the mood for that, wanting to relax the first week.

"Come on! It'll be fun! We'll introduce you to other people. That way you'll make friends or something." She placed her hands together in a pleading manner, flickering her long lashes. "Pleaseee? Evelyn will give you a ride."

Evelyn shot a disapproving glare at her, mostly because she didn't bother asking first, but it went unnoticed by Jamie.

[Name] shrugged. "Sure, I guess?", she rubbed the back of her head. "But I'll leave as soon as I get bored. I'm not really in the mood these couple of days."

Jamie rose from her seat and walked over to her, squeezing her into a hug. "Yay! I swear you won't get bored. And if it makes you feel better I won't leave your side."

Evelyn was kind enough to give [Name] a ride back home, but she didn't really mind since she gave the other two a ride as well. She thanked her as she shut the door behind her, seeing Aiden wave at her while Jamie blew a kiss from behind the window.

She walked in the Tozier residence and called out if anyone was home. She heard no response and she shrugged. Richie would be with his friends while her dad, and uncle and aunt would be at work. She threw her backpack and shoes off, going to the kitched and opening the fridge. Groaning at the vague options and the rumbling sound from her empty stomach she opted with a bowl of cereal. She sat at the living room, the blanket embracing her comfortably as she wore her pajamas. She should probably have better done her homework or study for that history test, but she really needed some sort of peace. She wasn't really paying attention to the movie, or the random commercials but she was almost shaken up by the sound of her door opening.

It was her dad. He seemed to be in a really good mood – if the wise smile he had wasn't obvious he greeted her with enthusiasm.

She quirked a brow, muching on her cereal. "Why so happy? Not that I mind."

He took of his boots, "We're having a barbecue tomorrow!", he exclaimed simply.

"Huh?"

"Cancel any plans for tomorrow if you have any."

#:ssnowville #:snowville #[🌸]#it fanfiction #it x reader #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #Spotify

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beyondsuki · 1 year

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Star - Shine

Star

/stär/

a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large, remote incandescent body like the sun.

Toji Fushiguro

The woman in the ring

Instagram - Masterlist

Pairing: MmaFighter!Fushiguro Toji x black f!reader

Genre: Romance, Smut, Angst

Summary: What happens when you help MMA fighter Fushiguro Toji —unbeknownst to him—in his time of need?

Toji thought himself a simple man. A simple man who had never fallen in love. Although he would never audibly admit that.

Yes, there was a period in his life when he was married but he never truly felt there. He was young, and a star on the rise. Temptation was all around him yet he stayed faithful and committed to his vows. For five years he was betrothed. Tied down, trapped. For five years his marriage was perilous.

The cause of the divorce was an affair accusation. She thought he was sleeping with a journalist. A journalist? He laughed when she vocalized her concerns. She was incandescent. “You really think that I would sleep with a journalist?” That one sentence matured into a fight neither of them came back from.

He left that night and returned the next morning with divorce papers. He allowed her to keep the house while he now resides in a penthouse that overlooks the city. Every once in a while, a feeling of penitence washes over him and leaves him wondering whether or not he should’ve just stayed. “Toji! Hurry up, we have to get going, the fight is about to start.” He finished wrapping his fists. He grabbed his silk robe off its hook and slipped it on. The coolness of it lasted a few seconds longer than usual before latching on to his body heat. As he walked out and the routine cheering of his fans filled his senses, an unfamiliar face in the crowd caught his eye.

You work hard. You’re currently in medical school earning your M.D. so you can cross the finish line with the label and job title ‘Neurosurgeon’. “(Y/N) Come onn why not?!” Your friend Stacey from your class based solely on muscles was trying to get you to come to watch a fight. “We are in Medical School Stace, why do you want to see people hurting themselves deliberately?!” “It’s not even about that for real.” She said tucking her brown hair behind her ear. Her green eyes flashing with a fierce incentive. “Then what is it about?” “Have you seen Toji Fushiguro!?” “No. And I don’t want to see him.” She pulled out her phone “Let me just show you.” You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily knowing you wouldn’t be able to win this fight. She pulled up a picture and tilted the phone toward you. “Wow.” He is.. “I know right!! So let’s goo I literally bought two tickets and they weren’t cheap.” “Fine.” She had finally persuaded you into getting ready.

You readied yourself and are now sitting in the front row of the Fushiguro Toji vs Alexei Morozov fight waiting for the star fighter to come out. A coalescence of music and loud screaming invaded your ears making you turn your head towards the back. He was much larger than you imagined. Standing at, at least 6’5 this burly man managed to win the hearts of more than a few thirst quenched women. His sinewy muscles stuck out like a sore thumb. And his very presence left a bitter sweet taste in your mouth.

Someone slapped your shoulder dragging you out of your daydream “He’s looking over here oh my god!?” His gaze robbed you of an essential part of human homeostasis—your breath.

You ripped your eyes away from his and looked to the floor. When he walked on stage and his back was to you, you looked up again. You watched as the ‘Fushiguro’ on his silk robe morphed as he slipped it off. When the fight started you winced at the first punch. Tricep, Bicep, Latissimus dorsi, gluteus medius. You named the muscles being hit as practice due to yet another test the next day. Suddenly, Fushiguro was hit in the head and started bleeding.. a lot. You stood out of habit to get a closer look. The ‘medic’ that was attempting to stop the bleeding was failing miserably at her job. You pushed past the journalists and photographers.

“You need to apply pressure!” You yelled trying to get as close as possible. “Ma’am I’m gonna need you to back up.” Some guy with long hair said. “I know I know but your medic is not helping him. She needs to apply pressure to stop the bleeding and he needs to be stitched immediately.” The man looked back at the ‘medic’ staring at the fighter with goo-goo eyes. He pursed his lips and lifted the tape. You walked through and made your way to the mat. You tapped on the woman’s shoulder “Excuse me” she moved out of the way instinctively. “Hello Mr. Fushiguro.” You said while sliding your hands through a pair of latex gloves.

He looked at you confused. “You don’t know me but I’m here to help you.” You took some gauze from the pile of medical supplies and applied pressure to the cut above his eyebrow. You were wearing a black skirt with a white button-down top that slightly exposed your cleavage. His gaze could be felt even under the angry burn of the lights. You frantically searched the pile for an alcohol wipe. Once you found one you held it up to him “Rip.” He did as you asked “This is going to sting.” He pulled air through his teeth as you cleaned it. “Is there thread over there?” You asked the former ‘medic’ who just stood there in awe “Hello?” “O-oh me?” “Who else would I be talking to?” You said. Words coming out laced with venom “I-uh no there’s not.” “Of course not..” you glanced down. Next best thing you thought as you picked up some glue.

You applied it to the wound and squeezed. You grabbed some tape that specialized in holding wounds together and placed it on the cut. “Rag,” you said to the girl. She quickly handed you a rag and you wiped the sweat, dirt, and blood off the fighter's face. You paused for a moment as you looked into his eyes. The one thing you’d been avoiding all night. Brown pools of the sweetest honey. You snapped out of it though when you felt his large hands on your waist. He gently moved you out of the way to get up. You felt heat crawl up your neck, feeling grateful that your brown skin hid the blush appearing. This was when you noticed all the blood that stained your shirt.

You left the ring entering back into reality as you searched for your brunette friend. As you were removing your gloves you heard a familiar voice. “Oh my god!- Will you leave me the fuck alone! She’s my friend and I’m a doctor!” The man with raven hair lifted the tape reluctantly and Stacey ran over to you “Oh my god! How was it?! What was he like!?” She said frantically trying to look behind you to get a glimpse of the fight from up close. “We didn’t really talk..” “But I saw you talking?” “I was talking to the ‘Medic’” you said making air quotes. “Oh..”

You walked over to a man with white hair wearing a shirt labeled ‘Manager’ leaving your overly excited friend on her own. “Excuse me? Do you happen to have a shirt I could borrow?” “Hmm..” he hummed as he tapped his index finger on his lip “I do have an extra one but…” “But?” “It’s his” Oh “It should be fine. He doesn’t ever wear it.” He turned around revealing the ‘Fushiguro’ on his back. He walked to his bag and came back with a shirt. “Here.” “Thank you.” “Please hurry, it looks like we’ll be needing you again soon.” You glanced back at the fight just as Fushiguro took a hit.

You took the shirt and went to the nearest bathroom. You changed out of your button-down blouse and into the one Fushiguro’s manager had gifted you. It was huge. It stopped just before your skirt ended and it was three times the width you were. You placed your shirt in your bag and then went back to the ring.

You stepped in as they were hydrating him. “Hello again Mr. Fushiguro,” He nodded, his eye starting to swell. After slipping into another pair of gloves, you grabbed an ice pack and slapped it in your hand to get it to activate. “Hold this here.” You said to the girl. She obliged and you began to tend to his bleeding shoulder. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and a cotton round. “You might need to hold on to something for this one.” Just then, you felt his hands on your hips. A chill ran down your spine causing you to pause. They were so warm.

You let out a tremulous breath and resumed to tend to his wound. He tightened his grip when you applied the round. “Sorry.” You apologized. He just stared at you. “What’s your name?” He spoke finally. “(Y/N)” “(Y/N)..” he repeated back, almost dazed “That’s me.” You finished cleaning his wound and could now move on to patching it. Once you were done you moved out of the way—well, at least you tried but he kept you there, in place. “Mr. Fushiguro- I- the round is starting in 10 seconds.” You said, your tone incredulous “Find me after the fight.” “What?” “Gotta go.” He moved you out of the way and stood up.

You left the ring confused once again. You took the gloves off and decided to watch the rest from where you were standing. Fushiguro ended up winning causing an uproar in the arena. Stacey on the other hand hit it off with some journalist. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” “Positive.” “Okay! See you tomorrow.” She walked away giddy. You tapped on a blonde man wearing a Fushiguro shirt. “Um- Excuse me?” He turned around “I was told to find Mr. Fushiguro after the fight?” He cocked his eyebrow while his eyes scanned your body. “By who?” “Mr. Fushiguro…” Just then the man with the white hair came out “Kento what the fuck? Why isn’t she halfway to Toji already?” The man shrugged. “C’mon,” the manager led you through the tunnels to where you assumed the fighter would be. “He’s right in there.” He said pointing at a room labeled ‘Fushiguro Toji’ “W-wait you’re not coming in?” “Oh no, I don’t bother him after fights.”

You cautiously walked over to the door and gave a light knock. “Move.” You heard from behind the door. “Hi..” you said when he opened the door. His face was smug “Hi.” He smirked. Your eyes traveled down his figure. He was lacking a shirt, revealing his sinewy abdomen. “Everybody out.” “But sir- we haven’t finished your trea-“ “She’ll handle it.” He opened the door wide enough for the nurses to leave while he leaned against the frame. They all gave you dirty looks as they made their way out. “You just gonna stand there?” He said walking back to his seat. You walked in and closed the door behind you. He cocked his eyebrow “So this is that kind of visit?” “W-what?! I-I didn’t know if y-you wanted privacy!” He laughed “I’m teasing.” You shook your head while he chuckled. A deep, sexy chuckle. One that made you tingle and throb in all the right places. “I knew that..” “Oh did you now?” “I did.” You said before walking over and grabbing the medical supplies.

Toji felt a chills where your fingers graced his back. “Y’know..most people are scared of me.” He said slightly looking back “You? No way” You said, sarcasm laced in your words as you applied ointment to a few of his wounds. “Your possy seemed to have no problems with you. I mean, they all looked pretty disappointed when they had to leave” “Tch yeah...no matter how many times I kick them out they never get used to it.” You laughed. Toji felt his heart flutter. You walked around to his front, moving his slightly sweaty hair out of the way to look at the scar you had patched earlier. “Everything looks good. Well, not good but you know.” Your eyes scanned his face, skillfully avoiding his eyes. “How’d you get that?” You pointed to the scar on his lip. “Accident.” You finally found his eyes. “..You are a vague man.” You felt your pockets. “Do you mind?” You asked, showing him your chapstick. “Only if you come back to my place.”

You froze and tried to read his expression but you couldn’t. You smiled “I don’t give it up that easily.” He grabbed your wrists and slightly pulled you forward. “You sure?” Yes “…no” he cracked a smile and you applied the chapstick. Dipping it slightly when you reach his scar. “Is that a yes?” “Only if you want it to be.” Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. He stared at your lips and you sheepishly glanced at his.

He let your wrists go and your lips connected. You felt a burning heat erupt in the very pit of your stomach. You’ve kissed men before but never like this. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood up straighter. You both pulled away at the same time. He swiped his tongue over his teeth before standing up. Your arms fell back at your side as he grabbed his shirt and slipped it over his head. He grabbed his bag and then your hand. It was so large in comparison that he completely encased it. “Mr. Fushiguro wher-“ “Toji.” “What?” “Call me Toji.” He said looking back at you. You were struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Toji.” “Yes?” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” You walked with him as he pulled you through the tunnels.

On your way there, more of his security started to surround you. When you finally made it out you entered an epileptic’s worst nightmare. You put your arm over your eyes to help shield them from the flashing lights. You felt Toji’s arm wrap around you as you pushed through the photographers.

You sighed when you finally reached the car. “Shit.” “It’s not over.” You watched as they migrated around the car. You finally pulled off and you were on your way. When you arrived, paparazzi swarmed the car once again. His security opened his door and he got out. He then helped you out of the car. As you walked, your hand slipped out of his and you began to drown in the sea of paparazzi. You fell and scraped one of your knees.

Toji stopped immediately after he no longer felt your hand in his. “Mr. Fushiguro! Mr. Fushiguro!” He pushed five reporters out of the way with one swing of his arm. Suddenly, you felt yourself being picked up, bridal style. “T-Toji I can walk.” “I’m not letting you get run over again.” He carried you into the lobby and to the elevator before setting you down. He opened the door to his penthouse when you got there and told you to sit on the couch “Yes sir.” You said throwing your hands up.

He disappeared into a room and when he reappeared he was holding a first aid kit. He set it on the couch as he knelt between your thighs. “Oh Toji you really don-“ he glanced up at you, causing your talking to cease. He cleaned it with an alcohol wipe and as he placed the bandaid on your knee, he looked up at you. “Thank you..”

He squeezed as his hand traveled further up your skirt. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” You nodded slowly. When he got to your panties he swiped his thumb across the wet spot. You shuddered and closed your eyes. “Aht aht. Look at me.” You opened them again to look into his. You felt him use his other hand to pull your panties to the side and open your legs wider. “What a pretty pussy…and so wet too.” He ran a finger through your folds and you tried to close your legs. He held them open and rubbed circles on your puffy clit. “Fuck..” you said, breathless.

He pulled at the hem of your lace panties before sliding them off. He placed them in his pocket before sliding his middle and ring fingers into his mouth. He went back to rubbing your clit as he slid a finger inside. A loud moan ripped through your throat. You placed a hand on his shoulder for stability. He slipped another finger in and curled them. You trembled. He stood up as he fingered you, placing a knee on the couch.

He began to kiss you, traveling down your neck with sloppy, wet kisses. Kisses that left you wanting more. Lewd squelching filled the room as his fingers fucked into you tirelessly. Suddenly, you felt your stomach tighten and your moaning became louder. You tried to speak but nothing came out. “Are you gonna cum? Hmm?” He hummed against your neck sending chills down your spine. He could tell by the way you were clamping down on him that your orgasm was near.

Chills ran down your entire body when he spoke to you. “You gonna cum on my fingers? Hm? Go ahead…make a mess for me.” “Tojii” you spoke finally. You let out a loud whine as you came around his fingers. “Good girl” he said as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

You watched through half lidded eyes as he slid his fingers out and placed them into his mouth. He sucked them clean and pulled them out with a ‘pop’. You felt yourself being picked up and carried. He laid you down on his bed, “I’m gonna go shower. Do not touch yourself until I get back.” You nodded “I need words.” “Yes daddy” You said, your voice feigning innocence. Toji felt his cock twitch. He walked away and to the bathroom. You writhed on the bed, more horny then you’ve ever been. About twenty minutes later Toji came out in just a towel.

You sat upright. You looked so small on his abnormally large bed. He walked over to you and you could feel the blush creeping up on you. The towel he wore didn’t cover much. He placed his fingers on your jaw and lifted your head to make sure you looked him in the eye. “There’s no turning back after I start.” He said with an expression that made you feral. You nodded. “Words.” “O-okay” he smiled. He leaned in and kissed you. It was deep and sexy. The way he grabbed your neck with his warm, calloused hand. The way he moved them across your body. Squishing the plush of your ass, stomach, and thighs as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

He started to kiss down your neck. You shuddered underneath him as you let him take full control. You felt his hands slide up your shirt as he kissed and licked around your collarbone. He unhooked your bra with ease and slid it off under your shirt. “Leave the shirt on.” He’s been wanting to fuck you in it since you first put it on. It was bunched up over your breasts. He sat back to admire you. “So pretty…” before you could be embarrassed, he ran his tongue over a nipple. You moaned as your hands found purchase in his short cut raven hair. He bit, pinched, and soothed with his tongue.

He guided you out of your skirt and licked his fingers. He slowly rubbed down your slit, smearing the cum from twenty minutes prior. Placing his hands on your knees, he pushed them towards your chest. He squeezed on your thighs before wrapping his arms around them and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He made his tongue flat and wide as he licked up your cunt. You shivered with a moan “fuckk”. You placed your hand in his hair and tried to push him away. Everything was so sensitive. Too sensitive. You felt him smirk against your pussy as he held you against him with more force. He was enjoying this as much—if not more than you were. He loved the way you smelled, the way you writhed under him with every touch, the way you sounded. Everything about you was sheer perfection in his eyes.

You whined as he hummed into you. Your legs shook as a thin layer of sweat started to coat your skin. “Toji..” “Hm?” He hummed. “I’m- ouu” you couldn’t get the words out. “What is it baby?” “I-I’m uh-gonna c-um” “mm cum on my tongue princess.” And almost as if on command, your orgasm washed over you.

Once again, he helped you ride it out. Lapping up your orgasm along the way. You panted as he backed away. Even through half-lidded eyes you could see the glistening of his chin from your juices. He wiped his mouth with his arm and then bent down to kiss you. The kiss was sloppy and allowed you to taste yourself. You moaned into it and that was his last straw. He pulled his towel off and threw it to the floor, allowing you to see a glimpse of exactly how big he was. You quivered when you felt him rub his tip through your folds. He kissed you again and you gasped when you felt him slowly sink into you.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you felt him stretch you. He kissed them as you dug your nails into his shoulders, creating little crescent moon impressions. “I know, I know. You’re doing so good for me baby.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you slightly relaxed. “That’s it, just r-relax” his hot breath fanned against your ear. He pushed his lips into your swollen ones. Swollen from how much abuse they had adhered from both you and him. He swallowed your whine as he pushed all the way in. “Shit s-so tight.” his voice broke as he almost bottomed out. He sat there for a moment letting you adjust to his size. After a few moments he felt your grip on his shoulder loosen a bit. “P-please move T-toji” he obliged and moved slowly at first, giving the pain a chance to cease.

The moans you released were like music to his ears. The way you tried to talk but ended up just babbling something that ended with his name. “Faster.” You managed to get out. He obliged once again. The room was filled with lewd slapping and squelching noises. He buried his head into your neck allowing you to smell his..vanilla shampoo?

“(Y/N) fuck- your pussy’s s-ucking me I-in so goood mm” he was practically whining. His words turned you on even more. “ouu” you moaned next to his ear. He backed away to sit up on his knees. He looked down to see the ring of white that sat at the base of his cock. Watching the way he completely disappeared inside of you. He moved his hand down to your clit and rubbed in slow circles as he fucked into you. Your moaning crescendoed and your legs shook. “Wait wait- ouu fuck wait.” You put your hand out in an attempt to get him to slow his strokes. He intertwined his fingers with yours as he continued to play with your sensitive nub. Tears graced your lashes as the shaking became more intense. “You gonna cum? Hm? Cum with me baby. Can you do that?” You were clamping down on him so good.

That familiar knot in your stomach was about to snap. He leaned into your neck anew. You bit down on his shoulder as you ran your nails down his back. “Tojii- ouu- mm I’m gonna- shit I’m gonna c-cum.” Your eyes rolled back and your vision went white when you came. Your entire body shook as his thrusts became sloppy. He whined as he pulled out and came on your stomach and shirt. He leaned his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath and came down from your high.

He peppered kisses all around your face as your body relaxed. “You did so good.” Was the last thing you really heard him say.

He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He threw on a pair of boxers before coming back into the room. He cleaned your stomach and thighs with a warm towel making sure to be extra gentle. He pulled that shirt off of you and replaced it with the top to his green silk pajamas. You looked so cute in his large shirt. He then carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet. “(Y/N), wake up.” You opened your eyes to find a squatting Toji in front of you. From what you could make out, he had green pajama bottoms on with no shirt.

“What?” You were so cute. “You need to pee.” You nodded slowly. “Can you turn around?” You said, slurring the words together. He laughed. “(Y/N).” “Mhm?” “We just fucked.” “So? Nobody can pee with a six foot five man staring them down...” You said in protest. “Absolutely adorable…fine.” He turned around and you peed. When you were finished he helped you to the sink and then carried you back to bed. He covered you and then grabbed your clothes from earlier. He put them in the washing machine and cut all the lights off.

When he got in bed, you were facing away from him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed the top of your head before slowly drifting to sleep with you.

@kazushawty

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alektro06 · 1 year

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Luz and Hunter Sibling Headcannons

I am currently obsessed with these two and their sibling dynamic so here is a collection of headcannons I’ve managed to cook up about them;

It annoyed Luz that Hunter was both taller and older than her so whenever she talked about her brother she always called him “Little Bro” just to get on his nerves. That little annoyance spiralled out of control and now nobody believes Hunter when he tries to explain that, in fact, he’s the older sibling.

Hunter is fascinated with sewing and one night he unknowingly sewed up all of Luz’s purposefully ripped jeans. He woke up to a very rude awakening the next day (Luz still wears the jeans though)

Luz forced Hunter to have an Azura Movie Marathon one night, she ended up falling asleep at the beginning of movie 2 but the story enthralled Hunter so much that he ended up finishing the series and cried his heart out at the finale. Now they have a common interest with Hunters newfound respect for the series.

When Hunter started living at the Noceda residence permenantly, he asked Camila what ‘Hermano’ means and why Luz kept calling him that. He cried when he found out what it meant and now calls Luz ‘Hermana’ whenever the opportunity arises.

Whenever Luz falls asleep on the couch or any other precarious place in the house, Hunter picks her up piggyback style and carries her to bed. If you ask him though its ‘for his own conscience’ and no other reason.

Nightmares about Belos still haunt the both of them even in the human realm, so it’s not uncommon for one of them to come over to the others room late at night and ask to sleep there. It’s almost become routine for Camila to go wake up Luz and find her two children cuddled up close in her bed. (She always gives them time to wake up by themselves when that happens)

They steal eachothers clothes all the time. Hunter likes to take Luz’s beanies to hide his ears and Luz steals Hunter’s hoodies because they’re big and comfy.

There is an unspoken agreement between the two siblings that if one of them asks for a hug you give that hug, no questions asked. Sure its Luz asking Hunter for a hug a large majority of the time but the rare moment arises that Hunter asks for one Luz makes sure to make it tight and comforting. Sometimes Luz also asks for a hug when she knows that Hunters had a bad day but is too embarrassed to ask for one himself.

Speaking of hugs, Hunter usually avoids hugs like the plague. This confused Luz at first, thinking that it was some undealt trauma from living with Belos, until she found out that its actually because Hunter deems hugs ‘too comfortable’ and falls asleep every time someone hugs him. Now whenever Luz finds Hunter up too late she attacks him in a hug, knocking him out cold in seconds.

They might act like they hate each other and tease one another in public but if someone else is teasing their sibling then its a whole different story. One time Luz came back home with a bruise on her face after some bully punched her at school, let’s just say that Hunter made very sure it would never happen again.

Luz introduced Hunter to the furry fandom after he started showing interest in Wolves. She ended up drawing him a fursona based on his description (which he thanked her profusely for afterwards) and he keeps it hung up on his wall

#they mean so much to me #can you tell that I've been thinking about this way too much #luz noceda #hunter noceda #luz and hunter are siblings #luz and hunter being siblings makes me want to eat recycled cardboard #sibling #noceda siblings #pittwins #the owl house

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culxiaa-fn · 1 year

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[Outside Date]

You two went on a date outside of the school for the first time!

[Fem!reader]

---[masterlist]---

Ace Trappola - Amusement Park

When thinking about the date, Ace is not that nervous.

His logic is, it's just the usual, we just hangout outside today.

But when Kantokusei comes, dress all nicely and is different from the usual way she dresses, Ace's mind went blank.

[name]: ACEEE~ did you wait long? Sorry I kinda got sidetracked.

Ace:.....

Ace:(HUH?! WHAT'S WITH THAT OUTFIT?!? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?!)

Ace: (well usually she dresses all boyish because of the situation she is in)

Ace: You look dumb

[name]: Eh?!

Listen- in Ace defend, when you are used to seeing your girlfriend flip a buff and students that are taller than her like her daily routine, you would be shocked too.

Ace is a casual boyfriend, he is not all sappy and hopeless romantic relationships with him usually chaotic but if alone it's kinda relaxing.

This guy definitely wants to go to a haunted house for his shit and giggle.

[name]: Ace there will be jumpscare in a second.

[name] & Ace: UWAH!!

Ace: WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?! All of your predictions are right??

[name]: Hehe, I'm not scared, I'm just surprised by the loud noises.

Watch him being breathless and is the one that is more scared than Kantokusei.

[name]: Ace... Are you okay?? Do you want water?

Ace: Kantokusei... Why?

[name]: Ace... I live with 3 ghosts, do you really think I would be scared of that?

Ace: DAMNIT

Deuce Spade- Aquarium/Zoo

Deuce always managed to make himself nervous.

Like??? The usual "date" is just going to Sam's mystery shops. But today! We! Are! Going! Out!

More importantly Grim and Ace is not here!

When Deuce sees Kantokusei with he "date outfit" he is very close to passing out.

[name]: Deuce~ Thank You for waiting~

Deuce: (UWAAAHHH SO CUTE?!?!)

[name]: Deuce??? Hello??

For the first hour Deuce will be a bit quiet compared to his usual self.

He is really not used to Kantokusei dressing with this in this kind of outfit.

Deuce definitely brings stuff like umbrellas and bandaids. He wants no- need for this day to be perfect!

Deuce: Kantokusei, we have been walking for a while do you want to take some rest?

Deuce: Are your feet okay?? Just tell me if you want a rest okay?

He actually takes so long to gather courage to compliment your outfit. By the time both of you are going back he decided to say it .

Deuce: Kantokusei! Um, your outfit is pretty today!

He is gonna run. Definitely. Can't show his girlfriend that he got like this just from complimenting her! Yup! That's definitely lame.

Jack Howl- Snow Skating/Surfing

Jack loves his hometown that is covered by snow, and his girlfriend that's always by his side. So what is a better idea than bringing his girlfriend doing his favorite activity.

Jack sometimes forgets that even though the sight of his girlfriend flip and punch a student twice her size is a regular sight in school, she is still a girl (not in a bad way!)

Now, complimenting someone is not his strongest point, he got awkward. What do you mean his girlfriend can't just read his mind.

Jack: you look... different today

[name]: hm? Bad different or good different?

Jack:... Good. You look... cute..

If you don't know how to skate or surf, don't worry! Javk will teach you how.

He will take it slow and always hold your hand.

Proud boyfriend once you get a hang of it.

Jack: slowly... Careful now.

Jack: hm! You did well. I will be taking my hand off.

If you are cold Jack will warm you up! If you ask nicely he will give you his tail(!!!)

Will bundle you up if you and start sneezing.

You will end up being a bundle of floof.

Jack: your nose is red.

Jack:here take my scarf, It's fine, I have a higher body temperature compared to you.

[name]: My personal hand warmer is not here today...

Jack : *sigh* here not the same as Grim but my tail is fine right?

Epel Felmier - Arcade

Epel is used to treating his girlfriend roughly, it's not like hitting her or something but he treats her like his sworn friend.

Sure he sometimes shows caring and sweet boyfriend sides, but not like a total gentleman. He knew his girlfriend was not a fragile person.

But this???? Sometimes it slips from his mind that she is still his GIRLfriend(if you can get the image that she threw a 190cm Beastman to the floor cause their comments are a tad bit annoying)

Epel: uwah...

[name]: ?hm?? What's wrong??

Epel: ah- no, just not used to seeing you dress like this...

[name]: does it look bad??

Epel: nah, you look nice.

Arcade date with Epel is... Something...

This dude is so competitive, like?? Relax??

Somehow manage to win the stuff at the claw machines. Will proudly show off to Kantokusei.

Although he is not a prince charming, he is still a Pomefiore student! Vil drills etiquette into his head daily ya know! And he is not a scum! Of course he will protect his girlfriend from a bastard.

Epel: oi, you got a problem? Are you blind?!

Epel: should I teach you some lessons?!

Well... Goodluck trying to prevent him from brawling with that dude.

Sebek Zigvolt - Food hunting

Sebek, most of the time is busy with his knightly duties. So he can't go somewhere far and too long.

This is also why it slips his mind that his girlfriend will be dressing like that and she looks damn good too.

But Sebek is not a guy that is generous with his praise and compliment. Unless you are Malleus Draconia, then he will gladly sing you praises until his throat bleed.

But, you are still his partner, and it is his duty to tease, I mean praise you.

Sebek: Oh?? You look like a proper lady now.

[name]: 💢💢 huh? Want a fight??

Sebek: It's just, the sight of you brawling with other students makes me forget that you are a lady *his annoying handsome smug face*

[name]: 💢 I will tell Lilia that.

Well bye Sebek, you are dead.

Jokes aside he will be taking candid pictures cause?? He wants to admire his girlfriend's outfit??? LEAVE ME ALONE SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN THAT OUTFIT

Date with Sebek is mostly just checking out a good restaurant or popular eating spots.

Sebek is growing and he is always hungry, so eating with his girlfriend?? A win. Also ,he can see her stupid cute face while she was eating that stupidly sweet tooth rotting dessert.

You will be surprised how much he can eat. Damn you crocodile.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #ace Trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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do y'all remember those fics where mc is a daughter of the president or sm and harry is her wildly toxic bodyguard?

can you imagine if he like wasn’t toxic and lowkey annoying?

Like he’s still broody and glares at anyone who gets too close and she’s girly and loves chatting to people so they're total opposites

But she's also a total sweetheart to everyone, including Harry. She buys him meals on campus, and clips for his hair because she notices it always gets in the way, and makes him friendship bracelets, which at first she thinks he won’t wear but then the next morning she sees it peek beneath his uniform. She can't help but smile because the big bad navy seal was really a big softie

He wasn't really a big softie, though, he just had a teeny tiny soft spot for her, and for some reason it keeps growing.

And he doesn't keep her from going on dates or having fun, he just goes with and watches her from afar, though if anyone even looks at her the wrong way he's kicking their asses. And not just because it’s his job but because he wants to keep her safe for other reasons he can't explain.

And when she's having friend problems, whether that be she's not making any or they only want to be her friend because she's rich, he cheers her up by taking her shopping or to her favorite restaurant off campus or letting her paint his nails pretty pastel colors while they watch her favorite movies.

They grow so comfortable around each other that they have this unspoken language, like they can kind of just look at each other and know what the other is thinking. It’s mostly her wiggling her eyebrows at Harry when people ogle him while they’re in line for coffee or in one of her classes or crossing the street or—well, you get the idea.

They have their routine unintentionally memorized—he does yoga in his room while she says her morning prayers/meditates and uses the bathroom for her lengthy skincare routine, after class, she sits and does homework in the gym lobby while he works out, which she'll occasionally join in on from time to time, and every first Friday of the month they have dinner with her parents, which is Harry’s one night off, though as time goes on he realizes he doesn't really want to be doing anything else but hang out with her.

And so maybe one night she's studying for a test. She's wearing his crew neck because it was the first thing she found in the clean laundry pile and all hers had coffee or paint stains on them because she'd recently discovered that painting was her new favorite pastime. She's chewing on her pen and her glasses are slipping down her nose. Harry's trying to do a crossword puzzle in his copy of the day’s newspaper—something she teases him relentlessly for because, “that’s something my grandpa does”—but he can't focus.

She's attractive, obviously, but he's always been aware of that. She wears cute patterns and bandanas in her hair and puts kitschy earrings on before school. Her nose scrunches in the cutest way when she smiles and sometimes she snorts when she laughs. He was pretty sure she had a tattoo, but she swore up and down she didn't.

He knew all that before, but he's suddenly punched in the face by all her quirks, and he has no idea why.

“What?” she eventually asks him when she notices his blank stare in her direction. She knows he would never be into someone like her. He worked for her mother for one, a very important ambassador or congresswoman or something like that, but there's also the age difference. Harry isn't technically that much older than her, but the fact that she's in school and he isn't, and he's well...he's Harry.

He’s tall and strong and probably knew how to kill someone a number of ways and she wore panda bear themed pajamas to bed every night. Them being together was laughable.

And yet, neither of them looks away, almost like they can't. He's noticing she has a single freckle by her left eye and she feels like she can name the exact shade of his eyes. It feels like a cosmic moment, like everything is falling into place. But then her phone rings and the moment is over, neither of them eager to acknowledge whatever the hell just happened.

So both of them shake it off and go back to their normal business, only for the next few weeks they're extra careful around each other.

She thought she saw little hints and signs that Harry was into her, but he goes back to being grumpy and broody like when they first met, so she leaves it alone.

Maybe she even gets a boyfriend. Or at least starts seeing people. The first time she tells him why she's all dressed up, Harry wants to lock her in her room and, preferably with him in it, and not let her go. But that's a foolish thought, so he settles for a long lecture about the dangers of online dating that nearly makes her late for her date.

He can't do anything about it, so he just silently stews, praying that none of them stick even though he shouldn't.

But they don't, though she never tells Harry why. She can't tell him that none of them hold a candle to him, so she usually just shrugs and says, “he’s not the one.”

Except for the one time where a boy couldn't take no for an answer to the point where she hits her panic button, to which Harry replies to by storming into the back of the large house party and practically tossing him across the yard. He takes her home that night and makes her dinner, staying up with her to make sure she feels safe.

And when she finally falls asleep, she's cuddled up to him, her cheek squished from where it's pressed against his chest.

Harry looks down at where she's fast asleep, marveling at the mere contrast of their clothes. On paper, they absolutely shouldn't work, but somehow this person wiggles her way into his heart, melting his icy exterior. He knows he can't do anything about it, but it’s foolish to deny the truth at this point.

He's so gone for this girl, this girl who buys flowers for her dates and cries when she watches nature documentaries with him because, “The circle of life is necessary but so brutal.” This girl who took the time to sew his shirt up when he ripped a hole in it and offers to tie his shoes when they come undone. This girl who is destined to follow in her mother's footsteps one day but actually just wants to run an animal shelter.

She's special, there's no doubt about it. And if Harry can't be with her, then he'll do everything in his power to protect her from anything and anyone who tries to hurt her.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

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devine-star · 2 years

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*hears someone accepting eddie munson smut* *crawls out from the floorboards like some kind of demon monster*

eddie x male/mtf smut featuring overstimulation or orgasm denial i beg of you 🧎🏻

Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

Warnings: Use of the T-slur (I am trans myself so, I feel okay using it), SMUT! Overstimulation, descriptions of fem genitals, bullying, use of weed and alcohol, dirty talk, spanking, choking, reader receiving oral.

Note: All other names besides Eddie and Y/n are fake!

Y/n stood at the entrance to the gym, his heart pounding.

'You can do this...' he pep talked himself up for roughly five minutes before pulling the doors open. All the girls truned to look in his direction and stopped whatever routine they were practing, staring at Y/n HARD.

He tried his best to act natural as he set down his gym bag calling out a small 'Hey girls!' Listening as his voice echoed back at him.

"L/n!" The coach yelled angrily stomping her way over to the person in question.

"Y-Yeah?" He stood up straight facing the red faced brunette.

"What happened to your hair!" Y/n reached up to touch his hair for a moment, he had cut it short; REAL short.

"I-uh..." The girls gathered around and began talking while pointing and giggling in his direction. "I cut it." The coach rolled her eyes before crossing her arms "I can see that! Why?!" But before Y/n could open his mouth to reply one of the girls behind the two yelled out "You look like a boy!" Causing laughter to fill the gym and bounce back into Y/n's ears.

The coached calmed the girls down before turning back to Y/n who had tears of embaressment falling down his face "You think you're a boy don't you?" The venom in the coaches voice was enough to kill a full grown man.

Y/n flinched before nodding slowly.

Rolling her eyes saying "I will-" the coach reached over to snatch the uniform that Y/n was holding in his hands causing him to jump in fear "NOT! Have a-a....TRANNY! On my cheerleading team! Get out!" She pointed to the door.

Y/n followed the given instructions, running out of the gym with tears streaming down his face.

Ever since that day, Y/n's reputation was ruined. He felt like he did the wrong thing by coming out but he also felt better! His parents didn't mind it; his father even joking saying he always wanted a son.

But at school? Y/n was tortured. Almost everyday he'd get split balls thrown his way or even smelly shit stuffed into his locker with the slur he hated so much.

One day he even came to school and in big bold black marker "Tranny" Was scrolled across his locker; he felt hopeless.

The only people that didn't treat him like shit was his small group of friends he made; they even invited him to their D&D nights! It was awesome!

But there was one person in that group that stood out to him, Eddie Munson. Now, Eddie has ALWAYS stood out to Y/n.

His style of clothing and music were interesting. He was known as the 'Freak'.

Y/n never had a chance to get close to him due to his popular status as a cheerleader but now that he was a little nobody, he was finally growing closer to Eddie.

Eddie was there when Y/n tried weed for the first time; babysat Y/n as he felt the room spinning around him almost vomiting on himself multiple times. After that night, Eddie never really let Y/n smoke as much as he did then.

Eddie was also there when Y/n tried alcohol for the first time. Once again being the mans babysitter as he tried to run off from the bonfire party they were at; even helped him with his hangover the next day!

All these things made Y/n's heart skip a beat. The cute little moments when Y/n would watch Eddie getting lost in his music, softly humming along to whatever song he was playing. Whenever Eddie would go on drunken rants about how 'People in this town wouldn't know good music if it punched them in the face!'

Little did Y/n know, Eddie had his own moments like that.

The night that Y/n got too high, sure Eddie was scared but at the same time he found the cute little giggles that Y/n would let out every now and then from the buzzed feeling would make his face warm up quickly.

Or even the night at the bonfire party when Eddie ran after Y/n into the forest. The two tripped over the same log in the dark and ended up rolling down a hill of grass; hearing the loud and happy laughter of a drunken Y/n sobered Eddie up really quick as he watched his new found friend roll in the grass babbling about how Eddie had grass in his hair.

Everything little quirk that Y/n had, Eddie found endearing. To the way his nose would sometimes schrunch up when he laughed or the way he would slap Eddie on the shoulder if he said something a bit too graphic during a joking session.

The two were falling for each other quickly but didn't quite notice it yet.

But for now, the two men were laying in Eddie's bed passing a blunt back and forth while they ranted about how stupid Y/n's old friends are.

"And dude! I didn't even notice how much of a DICK Daniel is until now!" Turning to look at Y/n Eddie smiled "Yeah?" Y/n nodded passing the blunt back to him.

"Yeah! The dude would harrass me 24 fucking 7! Constantly asking for my number and wanting a date like dude!" Y/n laughed shaking his head.

"I did hear his friends were fucking with him after you came out," Eddie mumbled taking the blunt between his lips before inhaling deeply. "People were calling him gay," Releasing the smoke Eddie chuckled to himself.

"Yeah well, I know for a FACT that he is at LEAST bisexual." Eddie turned to look at Y/n with raised eyebrows "He got caught by the coach making out with-Get this-Markus!" Eddie sat up quickly with a look of shock "Markus?!" Y/n nodded.

"As in...'best baseball player of Hawkin's high' Markus?" Y/n couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up his throat "Yes!" Eddie shook his head as his own laugh mixed with Y/n's; sounding the a symphony to his hear as it always did.

Snubbing out the blunt after Y/n denied wanting anymore, the two laid in bed again. This time in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their combined highs.

Y/n slowly turned to look at Eddie as he stared up at the ceiling; his face flushing as he stared.

Admiring the way Eddie's nose curved and the way his jaw looked at this angle, Y/n wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the scruff that was growing on Eddie's jaw. The thought of kissing along Eddie's jaw, feeling the scruff against his lips and cheek as he went flashed across Y/n's mind; deepening the flushed color on his cheeks.

More dirty thoughts came flooding into Y/n's mind as if a dam was just broken releasing gallons of water onto an unsuspecting town.

Thoughts of how it would feel to have that scruffy jaw rubbing against Y/n's inner thighs, how it would feel to grip Eddie's hair as Y/n rode his face, or even how it would feel to have Eddie's ringed fingers wrapping around Y/n's throat as he-

"Y/n?" Jumping as if he'd just been shot Y/n stuttered out "Huh?! Uh-y-yeah?" Eddie was now facing him, a look in his eyes that Y/n couldn't quite nail.

"You okay?" Y/n nodded quickly chuckling nervously "Ye-Yeah! I'm....I'm good," Eddie chuckled, noticing that Y/n's body language had changed.

"You were...just staring at me," Eddie glanced down towards Y/n's legs smirking as he added "And rubbing your thighs together,"

Groaning while covering his face Y/n listened as Eddie began laughing "Weed got you horny huh?" Smacking Eddie on the chest groaning "Oh my Gooood!" While laughing Y/n sat up, crossing his legs together.

"It's nothing to be embarassed about! Weed does that to me too sometimes," Glancing over his shoulder Y/n took in Eddie's relaxed form.

Arms behind his head, chest rising and falling slowly, his white t-shirt raised up a bit revealing his happy trail, and the sweatpants that hung on his hips; Eddie has never looked more attractive than he did right now.

Catching Y/n's eye, Eddie smirked up at him "Like whatcha see?" Y/n nodded dumbly as he stared almost star struck.

With his heart beating loudly in his ears Eddie decided to take a chance; this could end really well or really bad.

"I can gurentee I taste a lot better than I look,"

Y/n seemed to move without his brain telling him as he climbed across Eddie's body to smash his lips into the other's. Eddie gasped sitting up slightly wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist pulling him closer while Y/n's hands got lost in Eddie's curls.

Small whines slipped from each man's throat as the kiss began to get more heated, teeth knocking against each other and tongues mixing; neither really cared.

Y/n moved his lips across Eddie's jaw, finally feeling the scuff against his face relishing at how it felt.

"Oh fuck..." Eddie gasps as Y/n began biting and sucking deep marks into his neck as his breath became quicker; allowing his hands to roam.

Y/n's hand slid under Eddie's shirt before pulling away to gently tug on the hem of it "Is this okay?" Eddie smiled at him for a moment before nodding "It's more than okay,"

Eddie's shirt was discarded along with Y/n's.

Y/n's movements stopped when Eddie's hands ghosted over the ace bandages around his chest "You said you wouldn't bind this way anymore..." he mumbles "It's dangerous," Y/n blushed looking down nodding a bit.

"Then take it off for me,"

Groaning Eddie quickly unclipped the clasp to the ace bandages before unraveling the wrap, tossing it to join their shirts on the floor. He then stopped as his hands overed over Y/n's chest looking up at him for permission.

Y/n bit his lip for a moment before nodding slowly; he may hate his chest but his need to feel Eddie's mouth on him won over that part of his mind pretty quickly.

A small hum was what Eddie heard as he gently grasped at Y/n's chest. Sitting up Eddie took one of Y/n's nipples into his mouth swirling his tongue around it enjoying the moan he was rewarded with.

Eddie himself moaned as Y/n's began grinding his hips down on his "Shit Eds..." Eddie gripped Y/n's waist helping him get a good rythem; rocking Y/n's hip back and forth giving them both the friction they so desperatly needed.

Pulling away Eddie slowly stopped Y/n's hips watching as the other man looked at him confused "I need you to tell me you actually want this, and that isn't just because you're stoned." Y/n gulped as he nodded his head frantically.

"I need this....I need this so bad Eds," The desperation in Y/n's voiced made Eddie's cock twitch in his pants. Wrapping his arms around Y/n once against before flipping the cards so now Eddie was leaning over Y/n he smirked "I'm glad I'm not the only one,"

Smashing their lips together once again while sliding his hand down Y/n's body to his jeans. With shaking hands Eddie popped the button open undoing the zipper. Y/n gasped as he felt Eddie's hands slid into his boxer breifs to slowly rub circles on his clit.

Leaning his head back while his hips bucked slightly, Eddie watched and enjoyed the faces and noises Y/n was making.

"Fuck baby, keep making those noises," Eddie quickly taking Y/n's pants off. Moving so he was between Y/n's thighs "Gonna make you feel so good," he mumbles pressing open mouthed kisses to Y/n's inner thighs. Lifting his head to watch as Eddie teased a bit by licking one long stripe along Y/n's inner thigh. "Don't tease me now baby," Chuckling as Y/n's pushed his hips towards Eddie's face; Eddie quickly began his work.

Taking Y/n into his mouth and swirling his tongue quickly "Oh-Oh fuck!" Y/n moaned loudly reached his hands down to grip Eddie's head, pushing him closer to his body as his hips rolled into Eddie's mouth. "That's it baby," Y/n panted.

Y/n's moaned spurred Eddie on as his slid on finger inside, curling it quickly to hear Y/n's moans and whines go up an octive; loving the feeling of Y/n pulling on his hair.

"Shit!"

All the sounds Y/n was making was going straight to Eddie's dick in his pants, needing some sort of stimulation Eddie began grinding against the mattress.

The movement of Eddie's hips caught Y/n's eye, he smirked looking down at the man between his legs before panting out "You gettin off to this?"

Eddie looked up through his lashes before nodding slighty "Such a dirty boy you are," Y/n said jokingly but raised his eyebrows as Eddie's head pulled away from him to moan loudly while roughly grinding against the matress harder.

"Didn't know you were into that Eddie," Y/n leaned back as Eddie slowly stood licking his lips clean before pulling his sweatpants down "Uh...I didn't either honestly," He blushed moving to grab a condom from his desk drawer. Eddie slowly rolled the condom on, moaning softly while stroking himself.

Y/n blushed watching the dirty scene in front of him. Never in a million years would he have thought THIS would happen but man was he glad it was.

"You just gonna stand there?" Eddie laughed a bit "I could," He shrugged.

"I could also go home and finish the job myself," Y/n teased back watching as Eddie quickly shook his head crawling back onto the bed.

"Don't you fucking dare," Laughing a bit Y/n allowed Eddie to pull his legs upwards, letting his calves rest on Eddie's shoulders. The two were silent until Eddie lined up and pushed himself inside of Y/n, closing his eyes and whining about how tight Y/n felt around him.

Leaning down so his full weight was on his hands; allowing Y/n's legs to fall on either side of him Eddie slowly began thrusting. Watching himself disapear inside of Y/n for a moment before looking up at the man he has come to love. "I-Oh shit," Eddie moaned speeding himself up.

"I..I''ve wanted this for a while," he admitted watching as Y/n nodded with his face contorted; mouth open and eyes clenched shut tightly. "Oh god, don't stop Eds! Pleaseee" Y/n whined gripping onto Eddie's bicepes tightly.

"I won't baby," Leaning down Eddie began sucking on Y/n's neck, groaning into it a few times before mumbling "Want everyone to know you're spoken for," His speed increasing along with Y/n's volume in moaning.

"I-I'm yours baby!" Y/n called out desperately.

"Fuck Y/n...Oh shit," Eddie whines burying his neck into Y/n's collarbone "More dirty talk...please!"

Y/n blushed moving his hands onto Eddie's back as he began spouting off whatever came to his mind "You've thought about doing this havent you?" Eddie nodded slightly.

"Thought about using me to get off huh? Such a dirty boy, thinking of your friend like that," Eddie whines repeating what Y/n had just said "I'm a dirty boy..."

"Guess that makes me a dirty boy too cause-AH!- I've thought of this too," Y/n admitted. Eddie groaned giving a few particularly hard thrusts before practically begging "What did you do? Please tell me..."

Taking a deep, yet stuttered breath, Y/n softly spoke "Used one of your shirts to jerk off," Eddie's moans went up in an octive at the vision of Y/n grinding against one of his shirts popped into his head.

"Even...jerked off here before when you did a beer run, smelling your hoodie as I did it," "Fuck! Y/n!" Eddie groaned loudly, fulling losing himself in the feeling moving back to grip Y/n's hips as he pistioned his hips quickly while angling Y/n's hips.

"Oh fuck! Eddie there please!" Y/n's train of thought was cut off as he felt the new angle Eddie was fucking him in.

The only thing on Eddie's mind right now was how good Y/n felt around him and the dirty images in his brain; he wanted to make Y/n feel so good. Reaching down between their bodies Eddie began quickly rubbing Y/n's clit mumbling to himself "Need to feel you cum around me...need it,"

Y/n arched his back reaching down for Eddie's other hand, linking their fingers together as he felt his orgasm coming like a fraight train.

No words were able to come from Y/n as he felt himself tip over the edge into pure bliss. Stars coming across his vision as his eyes rolled back; a strangle moan like yell ripped from his throat.

This spured Eddie on further, feeling Y/n tighten around him and the feeling of his pussy pusling. Eddie needed to feel it again. "Eds...I-" Y/n gasped as Eddie gripped either side of his throat "Gonna make you cum one more time baby boy, need to feel you cum again please"

Y/n couldn't help but moan and agree; he too wanting more.

Pulling out quickly Eddie flipped Y/n onto his stomach pulling his ass into the air before slipping back in. Y/n screamed in pleasure at this new angle, dropping his head onto the pillow as Eddie gripped his hair tightly in a fist.

"Holy Fuck!" Eddie felt himself close to cumming but something in his brain held him off, he needed to feel Y/n cum one more time; show him how much he wanted nothing but Y/n's pleasure.

Once again Eddie reached around and began toying with Y/n's clit, enjoying the broken moans and sobs that slipped from his lips. "That's right baby, cry for me," Eddie mumbled looking down at Y/n's face as he sobbed in pure pleasure.

"No one could ever fuck you better than me huh?" Eddie rambled smirking as Y/n called out a confirmation. "Not even Daniel could make you feel this good huh babyboy?"

Y/n's legs began shaking as overstimulation was setting in but damn it this feel too good to stop. Eddie reached a hand back bringing down onto Y/n's ass, enjoying the jolt he got from the man below him; doing it a few more times until Y/n cried out cumming for a second time.

Watching Y/n's body give out along with feeling him clench tightly for a second time was enough to push Eddie over the edge. Groaning loudly he stilled inside of Y/n grunting softly and whining as he came harder than he has ever before.

Y/n whined as the feeling of Eddie pulling out was painful; his head spinning not even noticing Eddie leave the room on shakey legs. When Eddie return he had a glass of water, a snack, and a warm rag.

"Shh, I know baby. I gotta clean you up," Eddie calmed Y/n's whines as he gently cleaned him before tossing the rag to the floor to be picked up the next day. Crawling into the bed Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms bringin the glass of water to his mouth "Open," Y/n listened drinking half the glass before laying his head back onto Eddie chest sighing softly.

"Want this now or later?" Eddie voice was soft and full of love as he held up the little pack of cookies. "Later," Y/n rasped closing his eyes listening to Eddie's heartbeat. "Okay baby, sleep for now," Pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead Eddie then whispered "I love you,"Y/n smiled sleepily "I love you too Eds,"

#Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x male reader smut #Eddie Munson x ftm!Reader #Eddie Munson x ftm!Reader smut

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honeym4rk · 1 year

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another mark friends-to-lovers au lol

part of the same storyline as my previous post !!!! where mark and oc are best friends in the same friend group in high school and oc starts falling for mark even though he likes to play into the running joke that they're some perfect couple.

i think i might make this another series of oneshots bc i... am not ready to write a whole full blown fic yet AHAHAHAH we'll see lol but i just wanted to put this up in case i never touch it again

here's the previous post!

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It’s almost as if Mark wants to continue proving you wrong. Because as much as you think there’s already so much about him that’s attractive, endearing, hot, whatever; he seems to pile on even more labels and traits that make you want to melt into a puddle of nothingness. It's like he's aiming to become one of those... multi-hyphenates that the teachers in school like to talk about.

He got his stupid Driver’s License.

And to be honest, you never really thought it was hot that people could drive- it’s literally just operating an automobile, a routine of turning the steering wheel and hitting pedals- so what about it could possibly ever evoke any sense of attractive quality to it?

Maybe you’re just biased because it’s Mark who’s driving right now, after so long of boasting about how he got his license and how he’s already “reeeaaalllyyy good”. You sit in the passenger’s seat as he drives you back home from another day at the Library, and you buckle your seatbelt just a little tighter, holding onto it in fear as he starts the car to pull out of the parking lot.

He punches at your shoulder lightly, “Hey! I promise I’m fine! Look, I can do the one handed thingy!”

“Literally, don’t. Isn’t it dangerous, or something?”

“I mean, kinda, but I swear I’ve got it down. See?”

And got it down, he does- and you can’t lie and say it wasn’t cool. Maybe even hot. His hand on the steering wheel, he turns around to look behind the car, leaning in a little closer to you, and you have to will yourself to look away from the concentration on his face, and how good he looks with his hair out and not hidden by a cap, his circle-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. Your eyes land on the knife of a jawline he has, and then they naturally travel up to his lips that are so incredibly pink and plump-

“Cool, right?” He manoeuvres successfully, and makes a straight to send you home, and you gulp, staring straight at the street in front of you. It’s almost as if his stare has a weight of its own, crushing you, pressing you to squeeze into the car door. It’s so embarrassing that you’re secretly harbouring all of these feelings, they’re so…. strange, and maybe even inappropriate since you’re just friends.

“Okay, fine, it is pretty cool. Now you just have to get me home in one piece.” You laugh, and just pray, that for the love of God, you can just get through another day without getting flustered over something stupid like this.

“Oh yeah, I wanted you to listen to this! Unlock my phone and go into my Spotify, it’s the top playlist.”

He hands you his phone, and continues, “You remember Phony Ppl, right? They had that song you liked with Megan Thee Stallion? Well, I found one of their new songs and someone in a YouTube comment said it was sampled on the first song in that playlist, but I swore it sounded like this old 5SOS song.”

Huh. Funny. The very first song in the playlist is titled ‘I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On,’ and you literally want to punch yourself in the face. You press play.

It’s a funky disco-beat- Mark’s recommendation playlist for you has been full of these songs lately.

“Hmm, it’s fun! I love the synths, they’re going crazy. Also, love your car’s stereo? Wow!”

You’re starting to really like it, it’s groovy, it’s fun, and then she starts singing, so you look at the lyrics on his phone- they’re not synced to the song, so you just scroll, skimming through in curiosity. And in huge, bold, white letters, almost to mock you,

You read me wrong. I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I want a friend. I didn’t mean to turn you on.

Haha. Oh my God. Hahahaha. You nod your head in awkwardness, but then try to play it off by looking like you’re just doing it to the music.

“Right?! It’s such a bop, man! And yeah, sometimes I have to stop myself from playing the music too loud. If not I can literally feel the vibrations in my fingers. Okay, anyways, the song itself is like, seven whole minutes, and gets kinda repetitive at the end, so you can just skip to the next one. Just listen to the intro!”

‘Nowhere But Up’ sounds pretty similar to the previous song, it’s pretty clear they did sample it, yet they’ve definitely made it their own since the vibe is completely different, and the lyrics are still on the screen, and Wow! They do not get any better.

So, like hold on, you, you wait, so you want me to chase you through this song? Huh, you sound crazy, you sound crazy. The last thing I remember is you said that you want me.

You chuckle sardonically before you can even stop yourself, and you should’ve seen this coming, but he asks you what’s so funny and you have to come up with a lie on the spot.

“Oh, no, the bass is ridiculously good! That part in the intro? It’s so good. This part.” You replay the part, and he agrees, “Yeah! Their bass lines are always so sick.” There is a moment of silence shared just to listen to the music, and the suffocating feeling of his eyes on you is back for a brief moment before he continues to tap the rhythm on the steering wheel, head bopping to the beat.

Then his phone buzzes, the ping interrupting your moment of solace, and you see the text message notification from Karina before he can even ask who it is.

[karina ☺️, 2002] heeeey wru

Your heart drops to your stomach- it’s almost as if this is the perfect storm of events and it’s not even just your confirmation bias, almost as if he did play those songs to unknowingly reject you, no- almost as if he knew you how you felt, almost as if he was deliberately trying to shut you down.

“Ooooooo! Karina just texted you.” You wiggle your eyebrows and try to force as much excitement and curiosity as possible for someone that just got their life and soul sucked out of their body.

“Oh, um,” Mark, too, looks pretty shocked. “Can IIIIIIIII open it?” You stare intently at him, waiting for his answer, stare right at his face like he has something to explain to you. Which, he doesn’t, not necessarily. But you still feel this way anyway. He licks his lips, as if in contemplation.

“Yeah, sure. What’d she say?”

“She just asked where you are. Are you supposed to be anywhere right now?” Hands clammy, you click on the notification. At first glance, it does look like they’ve been talking quite a bit- they even texted each other ‘gn’ three days ago. Everything is sending you into a frenzy, and you’re trying to convince yourself it’s just a normal thing people do. Friends do. You’ve texted Yeonjun ‘goodnight’ before, and it doesn’t mean anything. Where does he have to be? Are they supposed to go on a date? Where could they be possibly going on a Saturday Night?

His voice cuts off your train of thought- “Oh, shit!” His voice cracks, and there’s just so much panic packed into the tiny space of his car, “I’m supposed to be in some Zoom Call right now, it’s for the project we’re doing. Uhhh, tell her I’m on the way home right now, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

You type away, and all the fear that struck terror in your soul seems to have deflated, yet it’s left your heart palpitating. You feel so stupid for feeling so worked up about this, it’s crazy. Never in your life had you thought you’d be overcome with jealousy, even if it was for a tiny moment, but you suppose that it’s really just the uncertainty that spurs it all.

You know, since you don’t know how he feels about you. No clue at all about whether or not he reciprocates whatever stupid crush you have. He literally just recommended two songs that were about turning someone down. But then again, when has he ever sent cryptic messages through his song choices? It’s totally unlike him, and your leaping-to-conclusions- brain is just incredible at making complete nonsense of anything that’s happening.

God, you need to convene with Minji and Ryujin again. Your hand is itching to whip your phone out to send a text, why in front of Mark you’re not too sure, maybe the desperation really has gotten to you.

“Can I take the call at your place? It’s only going to be, like, thirty minutes max, I think.” He’s come over multiple times, it really isn’t that big of a deal. It’s fine. Your mom likes him. Haha.

“Yeah, sure, I think my mom’s home and she probably wouldn’t mind.”

The next song has started.

“Great, thanks! Oh, this was the last song I wanted to show you, the 5SOS one? Do you hear the similarity? Like the chord progressions, and the rhythm? It’s not the same synth sound, I mean, duh, it’s a guitar, but yeah.”

When you’re talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell’ em that you love me the way that I’ve been loving you?

You are seriously going to punch yourself in the face later.

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LOL yeah um let me know what i should do with this fic should i try to flesh it out and write a whole story that really flows or just post the random scenarios agashgahee

also the songs are: i didn't mean to turn you on - cherelle nowhere but up - phony ppl girls talk boys - 5sos

go have a listen!!! they are such boppy songs lol.

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can I have a Vance x fem! reader? the reader is also friends with the other ghost boys(they all made it out). the reader made it her mission to care for the boys as if they were her little brothers.

One day some weirdo tried to kidnap her but then again TRIED. The reader was taught how to fight by Vance AND robin so they had a tough time with her. She only had a few scars afterward but the kidnapper looked...let's say different. The reader proceeded to pull the psycho to the police station and all was done.

How would the boys especially Vance react to what happened?

alrighty then sorry this took me so long I was figuring out how I was gonna do it, then got stuck writing it and then didn't know how to start it and then I became super busy. So I am unbelievably sorry if this turns out really bad but I've tried okay. Also it's kind of long because I didn't know when to stop certain bits and I waffled a bit.

Also I'm sorry if it doesn't show much vance x reader cus idrk how to include it but there is some.

Pairings: Vance x frem!reader (romantic), the basement boys x fem!reader(platonic!)

warnings: attempted kidnapping, some violence, some swearing and really bad writing

the same routine every Friday: finish school, go home get ready then leave to go to Griffin's or robins for the annual movie night. This week it was at Griffin's so it would take a bit longer to get there.

As it was now autumn it was getting darker quicker and it was colder so out of the kindness of whatever heart he has, Vance lent me one of his jumpers he owns. Yes he never wore them but it was still nice that he even decided to give me one.

Hauling my rucksack on and bidding a goodbye to my parents I grabbed my bike and stared the somewhat lengthy journey over to Griffin's a bit more carefree now that there was no real threat since the grabber was caught.

A little under halfway there I seemed to have noticed that there was someone following me in their car so naturally I sped up because I personally do not want to get kidnapped after what the boys went through. Suddenly it sped up and flew in front of me making me almost crash ito it but enough to make me fall of. This motherfucker is gonna fucking hate when he finds out he can't do fuck all.

I didn't even realise that he had got out his car until he was pulling me up by my hair. It's in situations like these where I'm thankful robin and Vance have taught me to defend myself and fight. Jerking my elbows back with force, they made contact with his ribs and the man seemed to stumble back only a little bit but it was enough for him to release me completely. Turning around I managed to kick him hard enough in the stomach so he would become winded and thankfully he did. It also meant that he tripped over his own feet and fell onto his back. I have had enough of his shit already and I was not about to miss out on movie night. Crawling on top of him and filled with rage I bring my first back and punch him across his jaw with as much force as I possibly had. Over and over again for what felt like an hour I was punching him, receiving a few punches and scratches to my torso and face, until this guy was practically knocked out and bleeding everywhere. I only stopped when he was no longer fighting back and his eyes were begining to swell and his face was covered in blood, which also meant that my hands would be covered as well.

With this man out for the foreseeable future and the police station only a couple minutes away, I was not gonna let him get away with this and I didn't want someone less fortunate than me to to be taken, so with all the might I had left (despite feeling a little tired due to the adrenaline wearing off) I decided to drag him to the station making sure to drag him along some stones to give him a few more scratches but God was he fucking heavy.

I didn't want the hassle if trying to open doors so I left him just outside dropping him and walked into the station getting someone else to bring him in whilst i had a report taken and to save me the trouble of walking back to my bike I was offered to be driven to Griffin's which, I gladly took. They would also retrieve my bike and make sure it was dropped off back home also notifying my parents of what happened.

Finally entering griffins and making my way up to his room I realised that the whole ordeal took longer than I thought as all the boys were sitting in a circle with a panic stricken face. Upon hearing the door open and me standing there a bit bruised up they all shit up but I didn't have time to process it and I was being crushed by Vance hugging me and this brought more shock to me that the almost kidnapping. "Jesus fucking Christ y/n! What the fuck happened? Why are you late? Why are you all bruised up and WHO the fuck do I need to kill?" Vance said as calmly as he possibly could, which give the situation was as if he was shouting. "Hay calm down I wanna know what happend aswell dipshit?" I heard robing call out with a chorus of agreement from the others. "Yeah well you ain't the one dating them fuckwad" Vance replied defensively.

Dating Vance you come to realise that he is very overprotective and will go out of his way to make sure that you are more than okay. And in the way he did it makes ya feel special because he is never like this with others.

"chill please darlin', I'm hear, I'm alive and why would I not tell you lot" I replied back not wanting an argument to unfold. sitting down with them I explained every little detail to them all receiving a few "oh god" and "glad you managed to do that". Vance honestly looked as if he was going to explode and in realising this I gently grabbed his hand rubbing my thumb across his hand in an effort to calm him. Robin was very impressed that I managed to fight off the guy but wished he was there so he could pummel the guy as well. Bruce, finney and Griffin just sat there in complete shock but we're glad that I was alright. Billy just looked at me as if he didn't believe I was strong enough to take on a full grown ass man but was still glad I was safe.

After about maybe 10 or so minutes Vance had calmed down enough and had now engulfed me into a hug pulling me back to lean on him as we started to play movies to get the previous events off everyone's minds. It was probably best aswell as they all wanted to move on from the subject as they have some trauma from what they went through.

All that mattered that we were all there and all alive. I was nestled in Vance's arms and had my friends around me. That's all that mattered.

#vance hopper #finney blake #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #gwen blake #robin arellano #finney shaw #paperboy #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance hopper x reader #bruce yamada x reader #finney blake x reader #finney & the ghost crew #robin arellano x reader #billy showalter

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Yu-gi-oh boys with a S/o that gets into a lot of fights

A/n ik that I said I wouldn’t do this fandom but I changed my mind 💀 also this is a gender neutral reader and ik this says yugioh boys as in like all of the yugioh boys but I only did four bc I’m lazy :p

Yugi Muto:

The amount of times you gave this boy a heart attack and if you ever fought for him oh that boy would feel so guilty and constantly apologize if you end up getting hurt because of it

It’s extremely rare for your to lose a fight but you still get beaten up quite a bit

Whenever you do get beaten up you can always count on Yugi to patch you up, it honestly becomes a part of your daily routine

You usually hang out with Yugi at his house after school then depending on if you had a bad day might end up leaving his house saying that you’re going to grab something but instead end up walking around beating up people who annoyed you on your walk

He obviously knows what your doing, he’s not dumb I mean why would you go all the way to your house just to get a watch that you wanted to show him (Honestly I would probably do that 💀)

When you return to Yugi’s place he’s doing homework or cleaning up but immediately after you open the door, his attention moves to you

He takes you to his bathroom and you sit down on the toilet while he gets the first aid and patches you up

You apologize and he eventually will forgive you as long as you cuddle him the rest of the night

He’s never been a fan of violence so whenever he sees you get in a fight he always tries to calm you down and pull you away which mostly will work

Unless they put their hands on Yugi-

If they do then their doomed, best bet they will never be able to walk again

There was once where you broke someone’s arm for punching Yugi and Yugi grabbed onto you and ran away letting you know to never do that again

You never regretted doing that no matter how much Yugi said that was wrong

While he may not enjoy you fighting he will always be there for you after the fight

Yami Yugi:

He’s definitely against you fighting and always tries to make you stop which you do but only for a day

The worst thing about the fights is that you’re not the best fighter-

You can win but not without getting beaten up pretty badly

He’s super protective so whenever you want to go out, he goes out which honestly stops you from getting in a lot of fights with others

But because of that you’re easily more agitated and instead get in more fights with him but they’re never physical

He made a deal with you that if you don’t get in any fights throughout the whole day, he’ll give you all his attention at night

He never said in the deal that you couldn’t get in fights at night though-

He patches you up every time but he always lets you know that you shouldn’t be getting in fights with people that just stared at you to long or looked at you weird

If you have a good reason for beating someone up then Yami is just quite and leaves it alone maybe saying just not to let your anger get the best of you

He’s very patient and understanding with you, he knows you try not to get in to many fights and he appreciates the effort sort of

However if someone ever hurt your friends they’ll have to face the rage of both Yami and you

Joey Wheeler:

I think honestly he is the chillest out of all of them

You bring out the worst in him and he most likely brings out the worst in you

There has been a couple times where he shows his disappointment but it’s very rare, usually even if he didn’t like what you did he would just keep his mouth shut since it’s not really his business

He would leave you to patch yourself up usually since he’s horrible at it

After patching yourself up you guys usually watch a movie and never speak of the earlier actions that you and maybe him did

If you get beaten up pretty badly then he tries his best to help you and while he doesn’t express it, he was and still is really worried about you

If someone were to ever talk bad about anyone that Joey or you cared about like Serenity or Yugi then best bet while Joey might not be the best and beating someone up, he has someone to help him

Seto Kaiba:

This man honestly just pretends like he knows nothing

Oh you got beaten up really bad? That sounds like a you problem

Oh some random dude that was really rude to a women ended up in the hospital? Oh well he got what he deserved I guess

He made you promise that you would never talk about getting in fights in front of Mokuba as he doesn’t need that type of influence in his life

If you ever get in trouble with the police then you always end up out of it no matter how deep you were in

He never brings up the fights but if you did he wouldn’t stop you

If something serious happened in your fight with someone he would most definitely express disappointment

There might have been once or twice where you could barely see two feet in front of you and he helped you clean yourself up and apply bandages

The fact that it’s hard for you to stop fighting causes a small amount of fights between you two and if you really need to settle it then you two duel and who ever wins also wins the argument

Sadly you almost never win, the only time you do is if he goes easy on you and knows he’s wrong but doesn’t want to admit it

If anyone tries to be rude to you or make fun of you then they no longer exist

If someone was rude to Mokuba then they’ll never be the same after it, they now instead of having just an overprotective brother they have to look out for, they also have that overprotective brother’s S/o who has been itching to beat someone’s ass

#yami yugi x reader #yugioh x reader #gender neutral reader #yugi muto x reader #Yugi Muto #seto kaiba #seto kaiba x reader #joey wheeler #joey wheeler x reader

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The Capture, Chapter 19 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Lacey and Tommy are kidnapped at gunpoint. The former Avengers reassemble to rescue her when they learn of her connection to Bucky and of her kidnapper.

Length: 4.8 K

Characters: Lacey, Tommy, Terry, Dan Jones, Bucky, Nick Fury, Sam, Clint.

Warnings: Contains graphic violent content resulting in death and critical injury.

Author notes: Everything from this chapter on is original content. This was written after FATWS but before Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.

<<Chapter 18

🏫 🏍️

Philadelphia

It had been eight months since they moved into Terry's penthouse apartment and Lacey was somewhat surprised they slipped so easily back into urban living. Every day she and Terry walked Tommy to school, waiting until the bell rang and making sure he went inside. Then they walked back, picking up a coffee from the coffee shop nearby and returning to the apartment. Terry would leave for his university coaching job while Lacey would clean up, do some laundry, get the mail, then write for several hours. In the mid-afternoon she walked to the school, waited for Tommy to come out, then together they would walk home. If he had homework she sat with him at the dining room table checking her emails, or reading her fan mail, while he did his school work. Then she would start supper. They would eat, usually without Terry as the team had practice running from the late afternoon to early evening. Games were on the weekend. It was quiet and routine, which Lacey wanted at this point.

On this particular Friday she waited with the other moms and a few dads for their kids to come out of the school. She had started talking with some of the parents, chit chatting about school, sports and other things parents talk about. Someone brought up the new Captain America and Lacey smiled, happy for Sam to take on the mantle. She knew Bucky was with him during the New York battle with the Flag Smashers as someone in the media had mentioned him. When Tommy came out he had his back pack on and fell into step beside Lacey, telling her about his day.

Two blocks away from the school a car with tinted windows suddenly pulled onto the sidewalk in front of them and Lacey grabbed Tommy to run back to the school. They were blocked on that side by another car, also with tinted windows. Several masked men stepped out, approaching them with guns drawn. Tommy assumed the fighting stance from Bucky's genetic memory that he was born with. When the first man advanced on him he ran at him kicking him in the chest hard enough to knock him to the ground where he delivered a punch to the throat that incapacitated the gunman. He was ready to take on the second man when he heard his mother scream and turned to see what was happening to her.

"Run, Tommy!" she screamed. "Run!"

"Give up or I put a bullet in your mother's head," said the masked man who held a handgun to Lacey's head.

Another vehicle pulled up and several men wearing FBI bulletproof vests came out pointing their firearms at the masked men. The one in charge, who Tommy recognized as Agent Jones, an occasional visitor to the apartment, pulled the boy behind him as he advanced on the man holding Lacey.

"Let the woman go," ordered Jones. "I have a sniper with a rifle trained on you. He'll put a bullet in your brain well before you can pull that trigger."

"Your sniper has already been taken care of," replied the masked man, confidently. "Contact him on your comms if you don't believe me."

Jones grimaced and called his sniper but there was no response. He still held his gun on the masked man. "Let her go," he said firmly. "You're not getting her or the boy."

"Think again," replied the gunman. "Boss?"

Jones heard the shots just before he felt the armour piercing bullet hit him in the chest. He staggered back and fell, looking at his men as they fell to the sidewalk, also hit by armour piercing bullets. He put his hand out to Tommy who was obviously in shock then Jones watched helplessly as the boy was swept up by one of the masked men. As Jones struggled to get off the ground and shoot out the tires of the cars he heard another shot and was hit again, this time in the shoulder. Before he lost consciousness he saw Lacey being put into one car and Tommy into the other. Both cars leisurely pulled away leaving him and his four agents bleeding out on the ground.

When he woke up the following morning it was with a tube down his throat, an IV in his arm, and all sorts of sensors attached to his body. He moaned and several familiar faces appeared in his view; Nick Fury, Clint Barton, and Bucky Barnes. He looked past Bucky, recognizing the new Captain America, Sam Wilson, to Bucky's right.

"Agent Jones, how many men?" asked Fury, appearing directly over him. "How many vehicles?"

Jones thought for a moment and focussed his energy on his hands and fingers. Slowly he held up eight fingers, then changed it to two.

"Masked?"

He nodded. Using military sign language he signed that there were several snipers.

"They used armour piercing bullets on you," said Fury. "You lost three men, including your sniper. I'm sorry. You're the first to wake up."

Reaching out with his hand Jones gripped Bucky's arm and stared at him, trying to show his regret at failing to protect Lacey and Tommy.

"You did your best," said Bucky, his face showing compassion. "I don't blame you. You were outgunned. They made sure they got what they came for. We'll take it from here."

Jones grimaced and nodded as Bucky patted him on the arm. The four of them went out into the hallway. Fury looked at the three others with determination.

"Well, it looks like Sharon Carter decided to strike hard and fast. SHIELD has been looking for her since just before the Blip ended. They didn't know she was the Power Broker, as they thought she was still working for the CIA. You two didn't know about her trying to take Lacey and Tommy at the farm during the Blip when she helped you with the Flag Smashers. If you had we could have taken her then. That's on me."

"We should have figured out she was the Power Broker," said Sam. "Everything she did for us was just in time. She even killed some of her own people so we would think she was on the level."

Bucky said nothing but stood brooding for some time. "She needed Lacey to get Tommy," he stated. "Once she has him she can keep him sedated and take his blood whenever she wants. I'm going to hope she doesn't have a memory suppressing machine. Considering he easily took down one of her men she may want to keep him and turn him into an enforcer."

"Or sell him to the highest bidder," added Clint. "When I killed a lot of the criminal kingpins it left a void. There's a lot of competition among those who reappeared to take over the gangs and cartels. They could indoctrinate him with violence and drugs, like child soldiers, then turn him into their killer. Sorry, Bucky."

"Don't be," said Bucky. "It's a valid assessment."

"Has the CIA given you any information on her whereabouts?" Sam asked Fury.

"No. They've disavowed her," he answered, "but I wouldn't be surprised if they had an idea where she is. They weren't happy you got a conditional pardon, Barnes. It messed up their plausible deniability defence at your hearings when your lawyer pulled out the decrypted HYDRA files proving they knew about your captivity all along. Sam's activities on behalf of Isaiah Bradley made them even more culpable. Just so you know, I didn't have that level of clearance when I was with the CIA. I didn't know you were one of ours and I didn't know about him."

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement. "Who else can we pull into a rescue team?" he asked. "I'm assuming you want to be in on it, Clint."

"Damn right, I do," replied Clint. "We can get Scott, his girlfriend Hope, Peter Parker ... he's Spider-Man. Kate Bishop is ready for action. I may be able to talk to Natasha's sister, Yelena. Since she stopped trying to kill me she might be useful. I think if you ask King T'Challa he might help. Maybe send us some of his warriors.”

"That might be pushing it," replied Bucky. "I kind of helped Zemo break out of prison for him to help us with the Flag Smashers. Ayo told me to stay away from Wakanda for a while."

"That was you?" grinned Barton. "I'm impressed. I would still ask. What about John Walker?" Bucky and Sam both grimaced. "Touchy subject? I thought he did help with the Flag Smashers in New York."

"He did," agreed Sam. "He's ... on the edge. Let's put it that way. He lets the end justify the means and he did go too far with the one Flag Smasher."

"I'll approach him," said Bucky. "We may need him, as much I don't want to ask for his help."

"I'll talk to Colonel Rhodes," said Sam. "I'm sure he will want to be in on this."

"We'll meet tomorrow at the compound," said Fury. "We have one building usable that houses living quarters, meeting rooms and a canteen. It's a start."

As they stepped out of the hospital Bucky saw Terry Williams waiting for him. Sam and Clint came with him while Fury got into a black SUV that was waiting for him.

"They wouldn't let me in to see Dan," said Terry. "Is he okay?"

"He's awake and was able to tell us a few things," said Clint. "He'll be alright. We're going to find them, Terry. We're assembling a team and will start planning tomorrow."

"I received a phone message about an hour ago," said Terry. "It's meant for you but they sent it to me, probably to make me talk you into not looking for them."

He brought up the phone message and handed it to Bucky who took in a sudden breath then handed it to the other two men. It was a picture of Sharon with Lacey and Tommy. She had a memory suppressing machine and Lacey was in it. The text message was succinct.

>>I found my chemist. I'm wiping Lacey's memory and selling her. The boy is mine.<<

Bucky took the phone back and sent the picture to himself then handed the phone back to Terry. Another thought occurred to the super soldier.

"Can they track where this picture came from?" he asked Clint.

"It's possible," said Clint. "We would need the phone for an IT specialist to analyze. You think it will give a location of Carter?"

"That's my thinking," said Bucky. "It will likely be in the same place where her lab is. Terry, I want your phone."

"Then I have to come with you," said Terry. "I want to help."

"It's not a good idea," said Clint, gently. "We're assembling a team that will use deadly force if they have to. No offence, but you're a civilian."

"She's my sister and he's my nephew and I've been responsible for them for over 5 years," he replied. "I can't go back to my home and wait by the phone helplessly. Please, even if it's just keeping your coffee cups filled, let me come with you."

"Okay," agreed Bucky. "You do everything I tell you without arguing. Understood?"

Terry nodded. They went back to his apartment to use as a base and contact everyone they had discussed. Before midnight they had a team and everyone agreed to meet at the compound the following day. They were unable to get a location on John Walker and Bucky left, telling them he had an idea how to find the man. He promised to meet the others at the compound if they would bring his go bag. As he left the building he opened his cell phone and looked up a contact. For some time he stared at it, wondering if he really wanted to call in the debt this person owed him. Then he made the call to the man who had been an assassin for the mob. Bucky prevented him from being shanked while they were both in lock up, receiving a marker for his efforts.

"Marco, it's Bucky," he said. "You meant what you said about being in my debt? I need to find someone, tonight if possible, tomorrow at the latest." He listened to the man on the other end of the phone. "No, I don't want him hurt or anything. Just a location. I need him for a job." The man on the other end said something else that made Bucky smile. "No, not a bank job. A rescue. Someone took my son and his mother. I want to get them back. If I could I would ask for your help but I'm using legitimate players on this. I just can't get hold of this guy and I need him."

Bucky hung up and began running to the train station. Where ever John Walker was he needed to get to him as soon as possible. By the time he reached the station Marco had a location for him and Bucky thanked him, saying the debt was paid. Marco extended an invitation to work for the mob but Bucky declined, thanking him for the opportunity. Then he bought a ticket to New York and began the 90 minute ride between the two cities. While he sat in his seat he pulled up the picture of Lacey. Enlarging the image of her he noticed the tell tale red mark above and below her left eye. They had already put her through at least one round of the machine. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and seriously considered breaking his vow of not killing anymore. Then he enlarged the part of the picture that showed Tommy, cringing slightly at how scared he was. He began looking at other parts of the picture to see if there was a clue of any kind. There was a throwaway coffee cup that he enlarged enough to discern a logo on it. With a sense of satisfaction he recognized it was from the coffee kiosk where he met Agent Jones in New York several months before. The machine was somewhere in that vicinity and so were Lacey and Tommy. He texted his deduction and the picture to Nick Fury, leaving it to him to try to find the exact location.

When he got off the train he looked at the address Marco gave him for John Walker. Just on the address alone it was fancy digs for a guy who had been kicked out of the military with no benefits. He obviously had a new employer if he could afford to live in the heart of Manhattan. Bucky went to the front door of the building, noticing it had a night doorman. He could take him out but that would mean hurting him and Dr. Raynor's insistence on the three rules still stuck with him. No one who didn't deserve it would be hurt by him. Instead, he went for a walk around the building. Places this nice usually had a second entrance for staff, workers, and deliveries. At the back he found the ramp into the parking garage and looked at the control panel, remembering he had bypassed ones just like it when he was the Soldier. Pulling the panel off he located a couple of wires, disconnected them, and reconnected them together, raising the ramp door. Quickly he went down the ramp, through the door then to a service elevator. It didn't need a pass card and he pressed the button for the floor where John Walker and his wife lived. When it arrived he made his way to the suite number and looked at the lock. He could knock but Walker might not open it if he saw Bucky through the security peephole. Normally he would use blunt force for it but he didn't want to alert anyone if he could avoid it. He didn't have any lock picking tools so that was out. As he paced up and down the hallway he noticed the fire alarm. It would get everyone up and out of the building but he could get Walker on his own first. Reaching out he pulled the lever and the klaxon sounded to evacuate the building. Waiting as people came out of their apartments in their nightclothes he watched the Walker's door carefully from an alcove across the hall. As soon as it opened he ran over and pushed both Walker and his wife back into the apartment.

"Bucky?" exclaimed Walker. "What the hell, man!"

"It's a false alarm," said Bucky. "I needed to talk to you but you aren't exactly listed in the phone book. The fire alarm was plan B."

"You know this guy?" asked his wife, angry at the intrusion.

"Yeah," replied Walker. "Olivia, this is Bucky Barnes. What the hell is so important that you had to set off a fire alarm in my building?"

"I need your help," said Bucky. "Sharon Carter, who helped us with the Flag Smashers; turns out she's the Power Broker and she took my son, and his mother."

"You have a son?" asked Walker incredulously. "Why does she want your son?"

"Because the super soldier abilities I have were passed on to him," said Bucky. "She can make new serum using his blood. She has a memory suppression machine as well and can use it to make super soldiers that obey her every command. She's already used it on Lacey, my son's mother. Then she plans to sell her off to someone."

He showed them the picture that he copied from Terry's phone. They both looked at it without comment.

"Why should I help you?" demanded Walker. "I have a contract with a private employer and it doesn't involve dealing with you."

Bucky sighed then looked at Olivia. "Because she may come after your child sometime," he said. "I'm pretty sure if you and your wife start having children they'll have the super soldier abilities as well. If you came to me for help I wouldn't hesitate."

Olivia looked at her husband in a panic then instinctively touched her abdomen. She was already pregnant. Walker looked up in frustration then at his wife when she touched his arm.

"You have to help him," she said. "He's just a kid. You came up against traffickers in Afghanistan and said they were filthy animals. You can't let them have Lacey either."

Walker let out a short angry breath. "Okay, I'm in," he said curtly. "What's the plan?"

"Meet at the Avengers compound upstate," replied Bucky. "Today, as soon as you can get there after sunrise. Bring your uniform and your weapons."

Walker nodded his assent then they all went to the door and joined the exodus of people evacuating down the stairs. When they got to the bottom Bucky disappeared into the night and Walker put his arm protectively around Olivia.

"Val isn't going to like this," he said.

"She doesn't need to know," replied Olivia, then she looked up at her husband. "This is the right thing to do, John."

Once Bucky was safely away from the building he ran to a self storage facility in Brooklyn. Even though he mostly stayed in Delacroix with Sam and his family he had moved his possessions from his Brooklyn flat into a small storage unit, not wanting to move them until he was sure he was staying in one place. Lifting up the steel door sounded disturbingly loud but he didn't stop until it was completely open. Then he turned on the light and began looking for the tools of his trade. In the weeks since they fought the Flag Smashers things had been quiet so he hadn't needed his weapons. Now, he needed several and he brought the satchel out. Pulling a canvas off of a hidden object revealed a motor bike, a Kawasaki Versys 650, which he picked up at a very reasonable price. He barely rode it since buying it but he needed a way to get to the compound. Grasping the handle bars he walked the motor bike out to the corridor. Going back inside he found another bag with a leather jacket and motorcycle helmet, put them both on, and slung the weapons satchel cross wise over his body. Finally he pulled down the steel door and locked it. He walked the motor bike outside, mounted it, and turned the key, its motor springing to life right away. As soon as he got it up to speed a grin spread across his face as its powerful but smooth roar reached his ears. Checking for police or speed traps he let it out and got it up to 150 mph before bringing it back down to the speed limit. It was definitely a motorcycle he would enjoy riding. Just over an hour later he pulled up to the construction site that covered most of the Avengers compound. An MP waved him over and Bucky pulled up then took his helmet off.

"Your name, sir?" asked the MP.

"Bucky Barnes," he replied, then added his rank. "Sergeant. There's supposed to be a John Walker on the list. Can you confirm that?"

The MP looked at his clipboard. "Yes, Sarge, he's on the list but hasn't checked in yet. Go straight and take the second turn right. Your destination will be on the left. You're the first one here, other than Director Fury."

"There is another man who might not be on the list," stated Bucky. "Terry Williams. He is the brother of the abducted woman and uncle to the boy. I can vouch for him."

"He's on the list as well," said the MP. "I believe Clint Barton called it in to include him on the briefings."

Bucky nodded, put his helmet back on and followed the directions. The building looked new but it was still surrounded by the wreckage of Thano's attack. Another MP guided him in to a parking stall.

"Sergeant Barnes," he verified. "If you go through those doors another MP will assign you your quarters. If you have weapons in your bag, there is a secure storage area inside for you to keep them."

Bucky thanked him and walked inside carrying his helmet in his arm. The MP checked the contents of his bag and radioed for an escort to show him the weapons storage then his quarters. An army private arrived to lead Bucky to the weapons storage area which was basically a locker that used an iris scan to open and close it. Then he followed the private to his quarters, dropping his helmet and jacket onto the table. The canteen wasn't open yet so Bucky laid on the bed and closed his eyes, hoping to catch some sleep before the others arrived. A knock on his door awakened him a couple of hours later and he opened it to Sam carrying his go bag.

"How long have you been here?" asked Sam.

"Well before sunrise," replied Bucky. "I found Walker. He said he was in. His wife is pregnant so I think he understands the necessity of keeping the kids safe. His wife also brought up his experiences with human traffickers in Afghanistan."

"Good," said Sam. "Canteen is open, if you're up for some breakfast. Is that your motorcycle outside?"

"Yeah, first time out with it," replied Bucky. "Took it up to 150 mph in no time."

"Nice," said Sam, smiling broadly. "Oh, just so you know, we have three Dora Milaje here. They volunteered. Ayo is one of them."

"Nice," replied Bucky, also smiling. "She's a good soldier."

He changed his shirt and walked with Sam to the canteen. It was more like a mess hall as both of them came away with a full tray of food, coffee and orange juice. As he turned to the seating area a hand went up and he saw Clint and Terry. Also sitting with them were Peter Parker, who he hadn't seen since the airport in Leipzig, and surprisingly to him, Lt. Torres.

"What are you doing here?" he asked Torres.

"I heard about your girlfriend and son," he replied. "I've been working on the Falcon suit and trying it out. I thought I could help."

"Thanks," said Bucky. "I appreciate it." He turned to Peter and offered his hand. "Thanks for coming out, Peter. Having experienced how effective your webs are I'm sure you'll make a difference."

"Sure, Mr. Barnes," Peter replied, shaking Bucky's hand.

"Bucky, please," he interrupted, smiling. "Mr. Barnes was my dad."

Peter nodded and went back to eating his breakfast. As they continued eating more people entered and he couldn't help but feel moved by those who showed up. When John Walker strode in Bucky made a point of standing up and calling to him, understanding that in many ways Walker needed to feel like he was part of something good. He introduced him to everyone and gave him his chair to sit on while he pulled another over. Sam watched him with a small half smile on his face, understanding exactly what Bucky was doing.

A dark-haired woman entered the canteen area. Clint identified her as Maria Hill, Fury's right hand person. She announced the briefing was about to begin and asked everyone assembled to follow her to the full briefing room. At the front stood Fury, Rhodes, Thaddeus Ross, and two sorcerers, one who Bucky recognized as Dr. Strange. The other sorcerer was an Asian man but Bucky didn't know his name. When Fury put his hand up the whole room went silent.

"It would appear that the rumours of the demise of the Avengers isn't true," he said. "There was a feeling from people with a higher pay grade than myself that there was no need for our organization, at least not in the format it had been." He gave some serious side-eye to Ross. "With the rise of the Flag Smashers and now the kidnapping of Lacey Chapman and her son Tommy, nothing could be further from the truth. Three FBI agents died trying to prevent the kidnapping. Three seriously injured. For those of you who don't know Tommy is the son of Bucky Barnes and he has inherited his father's abilities." There were several murmurs from the crowd. "One of our own, Sharon Carter, has turned to the dark side and is behind the kidnapping. She is now known by her current alias, the Power Broker, a powerful criminal overlord in Madripoor."

"Didn't she just get reinstated by the CIA?" asked Torres.

"Yes," replied Fury. "That's before we realized her criminal alias. We had been looking for her but never made the connection. She has been disavowed by the CIA now that they are aware of her true identity. She was behind the serum used by the Flag Smashers to become super soldiers and we believe she has plans to use Tommy Chapman's blood to create more serum. Gentlemen, and ladies, we need to stop Miss Carter, and rescue Lacey Chapman and her son. Those are our missions."

He let the news percolate and looked at Thaddeus Ross who put his hand up for silence.

"I know my presence here doesn't fill you with confidence," he said. "Mistakes were made. Serious mistakes that blamed certain innocent people for things they didn't do. It also caused other people who were doing what they thought was morally right to be arrested and imprisoned unjustly. I'm here to tell you the Sokovia Accords have been revoked completely. After Thanos it was recognized that an organization like the Avengers needs its autonomy to take up the fights that need fighting without waiting for approval by slow moving bureaucracies. Cap, Barnes, and Walker proved with their work on the Flag Smashers that the rules of engagement can't always be followed especially when your opponent doesn't follow or respect those same rules. That doesn't mean you sink to their level. It means you use appropriate force to defeat your opponent. It also means the kidnapping of two people is as important as a threat against many people. Whatever you need to do to succeed in this mission will be provided to you. Good luck."

Bucky looked at Sam. It appeared they both had just received an apology for how they had been treated in the past. Whatever they did now was their decision and under their control. This fight had meaning not just for them but for everyone who had stepped up and they would make it count.

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