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It was easy for Will Byers to fall in love with Mike Wheeler.
The trouble came when he had to pretend it wasn't real.
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“It, ah, took me a minute to feel anything, y’know? I was like, ‘Is he waiting for something?’ So, I asked if he was… in, and he told me, “Yeah, all in,” and I couldn’t… feel anything past his hips against my ass,” Buck’s face does something weird, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Hen gasps suddenly, hand coming up to clap over her mouth. “No,” she mutters, shaking her head. “No-,”
“Yeah… that’s uh, when I found out Tommy had a micropenis,” Eddie chokes.
or; when buck comes in stormy-eyed and brimming with anger, they all confront him to get the full story and find out he's fresh off a breakup, has blue-balls, and is reeling from the reveal his ex has a micropenis, so what does eddie do to make it better?
he loves (and fucks) buck better than tommy ever could. and finally makes buck realize he's been eddie's this entire time.
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- Part 12 of mutlifandom works by tired (sparkles)
- Part 2 of buddie by tired
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Like every summer the Black family goes to their summer house in the south of France for vacation. Like every year Regulus is not a big fan. But this year there is a little twist, Sirius is bringing James Potter along. Regulus' longtime obsession.
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James was an underground boxer, and Regulus simply wanted to go through university without any problems.
When their paths unexpectedly collided, Regulus felt that his life would never be the same again.
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- Part 1 of Fight Club Boys
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Regulus Arcturus Black had been well-informed, from the youngest of ages, as to what defined pain.
Pain meant torture. Pain was suffering—sadistic and ceaseless. It called for lessons to be taught; mistakes that shall not be made again.
It meant: Don’t get out of bed late. Don’t get poor marks. Don’t break that vase. Don’t make common mistakes. (Don’t breathe too loud. Don’t fall in love. Don’t defy your elders. Don’t ask questions.)Pain was simple in sum: Ownership and Derogatory Submission.
Yet now—now he had stumbled upon the dignity and deities of Power: pure, raw, indomitable, transcendent.
Power was a blessing hardly harboured and well wielded. It was impressively grave and unrelenting in organic nature.Regulus Arcturus Black was more than powerful. He was more than the oversimplified ideology of Power itself. He was no puppet that would bend, bow, and bear it any longer.
No—Regulus wouldn’t let himself undergo the slightest recall of what pain felt like. Not for half a moment. Certainly not for pitiful Wix with awfully placed complexes.As for the rest of the world?
Well, they’d be lucky if he didn’t burn the whole fucking thing to ashes.